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The End

It all started at the end - the end of civilization in territory uncharted. He knew that this had been a bad idea from the start, but when anyone is desperate enough, all that's left are bad ideas. He looked on to the vast emptiness that surrounded the lone vessel. Time had never seemed to be so important before, rushing from one job to the next - and now, it was as if all of it had just stopped, out here, where there was nothing. No people, no life, no time... no hope.......

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Created: 09-07-2015, 06:20 PM

 

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    Saedran paused at the brink of The End, and looked on into the great abyss. Soon enough he would be free again from the probes that drifted on by in search of anyone who looked to enter illegally. Luckily enough for him, his was an unmarked ship and even if it was only a prototype, there was still nothing like it in known space. It was difficult to tell probes apart from general space debris, but out here, nothing of the sort polluted the expanse save for the fabled, "Hub" as it had come to be called. He had been anticipating this for a very long time; not just him but the crew of this ship. They had been on the run since their departure from the place they had come to know as home, and there had been no relief since.

    Soon enough the probe idly meandered past in its programmed orbit, and the scanners could feel the constant pulse it sent out, searching for any irregularities. The man's heart raced against his chest, and he was almost afraid that the sound of it would give them away - and yet, all remained as quiet as the grave. He took in a slow, shuddering breath and looked to the helmsman, giving a slight nod in approval, "easy now... we don't know how well the cloaking will hold up when in transit. Take her in nice and slow." Stepping back from the control board, he fought the urge to pace about restlessly, and instead forced himself to stand rigid in disciplined silence.

    The soft hum of the ship coming back to life brought a sense of comfort to him, and as it began to move, he felt his anxiety slowly fade. Just a little further, and they were home free, beyond the carefully guarded veil, and in a place where no law existed. As they cruised along in measured silence, the console suddenly beeped loudly, and Saedran turned in alarm when something seemed to come jettisoning towards them, "Course correction-" Before he could finish barking his commands, the ship shuddered against the force of whatever struck its hull. Saedran stumbled and caught himself on the nearby chair, straightening himself before someone called out, "S-Sir, we're losing power to our shields - someth-" Suddenly everything went quiet, and the ship was lost in perpetual darkness.

    Suddenly a holographic figure flickered to life and the woman that stared at him with a grim look left him full of anger and hurt, reminding him of a betrayal that still haunted him. His jaw set in a grim expression as he stared down the projected image, the figure turned to look at him, her eyes hollow and grim, "Hello again, Jace. Spire has called you home." He couldn't help but grimace and the nerves in his shoulder began to prickle in discomfort. Saedran reached up and rubbed his shoulder where his false arm met flesh, a habitual display of aggravation.

    His body tensed with silent rage, and he gave a curt nod, "Force restart the core. All auxilary to shields and engines, get ready to jump. Arm EMP." He could feel the tension on the bridge, sensing the apprehension and doubt of his crew; and yet they jumped at his words, quick to obey. The hologram seemed to let out a soft sound reminiscent to a sigh, "You won't esc-" The words of the projection were suddenly cut off when Saedran suddenly slammed a finger into the control board in the arm of his chair, and a loud ringing pulse shot out from the ship, and his arm flared painfully. Suddenly the darkness was illuminated as power returned, and their on the HUD was the sight of another ship hanging dead in space.

    "Now... about time we get a move on, shall we?" He lowered himself into his seat, and gave a slight jerk of his chin, "Now. Course correctio-" His command was abruptly cut off by the panicked voice of one of the crew, "W-where to, sir? The probe is emi-" He growled and slammed a fist down on to the arm chair again, making everyone flinch, "Do I give a fuck where!? Get us the hell out of here. Now." There was no more hesitation. He felt the familiar pull as space began to warp around him, and a heavy punch to his chest forced the air out of his lungs. As quickly as it had come, suddenly it fell away, and the ship was left to hover idly.

    He didn't have time to feel relieved though. As quickly as he had arrived, a heavy rock suddenly smashed into the side of the ship, sending them careening into another one. Clenching his jaw, he looked out through the visor at the asteroid belt that they somehow managed to land themselves in to, "Direct power to manual control - captain's console." He gripped the arms and a projection of a panel suddenly materialized in front of him, illuminating the grim, repugnant scars that marred his face; the ghostly light cast a rather macabre and ominous look about him, and when he grinned it was more of a vicious snarl.

    "Finally..." he whispered softly to himself, his eyes deadset to what lay beyond the asteroid field. He ignored the protests of the deck members, even as he sped straight into it with reckless abandon, the rocks smashing into the vessel, and with each concussive blow, the shields threatened to falter. He pressed on though, determined to make it through - and they barely just made it when the shields finally failed. There was no time to celebrate though. The blue hue of the captain's console suddenly flashed a vibrant red as the message of a critical failure warned him that the engines had begun to malfunction, leaving them to the whims this vast expanse.

    He quickly dismissed it, however, and tilted his head back as if to defy their helplessness, "All hands, be ready for a crash landing," His words were the only precursor to the fools who had begun to relax too soon. They were caught in the gravitational pull of one of the many nearby planets, and without power there was no way to stop their violent descent; Saedran gritted his teeth and stared on, even as sweat beaded on his brow and trailed down the nape of his neck. The loud, piercing scream of metal being torn from the hull left a slight flash of memory; a man strapped to a table, and a hot knife slowly peeling away the flesh. "For those of you who may not make this journey. Go well into death." He whispered, his words unheard by the frantic attempts of the crew to save themselves.

    . . . .

    When Saedran awoke, everything was quiet. He lifted his head and tried to work his sluggish mind out of its stupor. He couldn't see out of his right eye, and when he came to the realization of his consciousness, his entire body was wracked with terrible pain. His mouth opened in a muted scream, but the worst of his pain came from his shoulder. When the pain seemed to numb to a dull throbbing, he looked over himself to take stock of the damage. His entire right arm had been ripped off at the shoulder, leaving the mechanical wires that connected to his nerves to lay dead, save for the occasional spark as the brain tried to connect to its missing counterpart.

    Rising from his chair, a low grunt escaped him as he hit the ground again. He rolled over and paused when he noticed his knee terribly disjointed, and bent out of place. Laying it flat to the floor, he brought his free hand down on it, and an explosion of pain shot through him, causing the world to spin and bright lights dance in front of his vision. He didn't know how long he had lain there until a far off voice called to him, and strong arms lifted him off the ground. "Captain... well fuck, aren't you a pretty sight." It was the last thing he heard, followed by the grim laughter of the survivors, the jubilation an expression of their relief.

    . . . .

    Once more he was finding himself waking up, the pain all but faded. He struggled to push himself out of the bed he was some how resting in, though fell back down when his arm failed to support his weight. It took him a moment to remember he had lost the damned thing.... again. With a scowl and a grunt of frustration, he tossed back the covers and forced himself to his feet, even as his body protested, and fatigue quickly set in. The world spun, and he barely caught himself on a nearby wall. It was the only thing that kept him upright. He sucked in a seething breath and focused on the pain, forcing himself to work through his disorientated state. He didn't have time to be weak.

    Emerging from his cabin, he limped through the corridors and found his way to the exit, but what he saw left him stunned. The ship was badly burnt and shredded from the rough entry, and bits and pieces of shrapnel littered the open land. The earth rose up around him in a roughly dug trench from the crash landing, casting him in its long shadow, and veiling him against the light of a glaring sun. He sunk down to the solid earth, and the smell of the dirt brought him a sense of comfort, even though he was unwilling to admit even to himself his sense of weariness. Reaching up with his remaining hand, he brushed his fingers through short, cropped black hair, and turned to look back over his shoulder, grateful that there was no one around to see him in a state of such disarray.

    After a few moments to himself, he rose to his feet and quelled the trembling. He set his jaw in its usual grim cast, and turned to head back aboard. He didn't have time to brood - not when there was work to be done. Standing in the docking bay, he turned as one of the crew members tenatively approached him. Looking over the timid woman, he couldn't help but wonder to himself how she managed to find her way on this ship. He did not - could not, tolerate weakness. "C-Captain. Our long range scanners are functioning, and we've picked up a settlement not too far from here. It seems to be a city; we can't identify who it might belong to, but... well, there'll be an opportunity to find the parts we need for repairs.

    Rubbing his chin, his fingers brushed along the rough stubble that covered his face in patches, every once in a while interrupted by a pale scar. It took him a moment to find his voice again, though when he spoke, he didn't care to keep the malicious bite from his words. "Very well. Send for Hans. Tell him to gather a team." He abruptly turned on her and walked off towards the hanger bay, knowing full well what to expect. Even as he was reaching it, he could already see the elderly man with a handful of others, each and the other more despicable than the first. Looking them over, he only sneered and gave a slight jerk of his head. "Get on with it, then."

    The day had begun to fade by the time they had set out, the vicious roar of the humvee tearing through the open air as they bounced over the large dunes that the ship had created, headed off on their excursion. His remaining arm curled around the handle of a high powered pistol, and once more he couldn't help but feel the usual sense of paranoia. There was no knowing what to expect in this lawless place, where factions vied for dominance, and the only true law was the one of survival. Soon enough, they pulled into the large shadows of one of the many towering structures, reaching desperately to the heavens, as if some colossal hand grasped to be freed.

    When the caravan of vehicles pulled to a halt, he gave a slight dismissal wave, and tugged a long jacket over his shoulders, concealing his missing arm and weapon, "you know what to do. We'll meet back here in two hours." Leaving them with their instructions, he made his way to the loud music of some club or another. Even from outside, it stank of sweat and booze and sin, and something inside him roiled, waiting to be released. With a slight smile of excitement, there was only one thing that came to mind. This was what it really meant to be free.

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    Blue, aquamarine eyes peered out into the expanse of space. Little tiny dots lit up Xeno's visor and the windshield of his small two person ship. It was on standby as Xeno awaited orders from HQ. He stood up from his seat and floated from the cockpit back towards his sleeping quarters. He stopped at a little counter and turned on his coffee pot. He let it brew while making himself some toast with some sort of greenish red jelly he picked up at a random market. He slathered the toast once it was done and took a bite. Kiwi's and strawberries. Odd combination for a jelly, but it was good. He finished his toast rather quickly and robbed the pot, taking the first cups worth of coffee from the pot, ensuring that it would be the strongest cup. He put the put back in and let it finish brewing, taking a sip from the piping hot cup. He sighed lightly as his eyes opened up a bit from the heat of the coffee. He needed a shower, badly. Xeno thought back to his days on the force, smiling at the little memories he shared with the other men and women on it... suddenly, a voice echoed from the cockpit. "Xeno... Xeno, do you read me?" Xeno let go of his cup, leaving it floating in midair while he went to the cockpit. He picked up his headset and replied. "This is Xeno, I hear you."

    "Ah, good. This is Headquarters. We've recieved word that the pirate known as Saedran has crashlanded on some unnamed planet in The End." Xeno furrowed his brow. "And how would they know that? I mean, it's The End. Why would HQ be recieving info from someone all the way out here?" The voice over the com sighed. "You've only been a bounty hunter for a year... I get that. But you of all people, as someone who was once on our forces, should know that we have information brokers all over the place. This includes The End. This shouldn't be a surprize kid." The man over the com gave a grunt and then cleared his throat. "You are to go to this planet and investigate. Do not engage. He is to be viewed as armed and dangerous. Be careful. We are sending the coordinates to you now." A blip appeared on a holographic map. The planet was actually very close by. In fact he could reach it within a few hours give or take. Xeno sighed and put the headset piece to his mouth. "Alright, I hear you loud and clear. I will not engage. But he knows what I look like, so I have to be careful." The man replied. "Aye, you do that. Headquarters out." And with that, communications were stopped. Xeno slammed back in his chair and groaned. "I don't wanna go there.... He always gets away from me. Fucker." He got out of his chair and went back to his coffee, taking little sips of it before going back to the cock pit. He let the cup float in the air once more as he entered in the coordinates before slamming the warp button. He quickly grabbed his coffee, pressed himself into the chair and waited for the kick. He felt his chest sink as the air left his lungs. But it was all over in the blink of an eye. He took a deep breath as he came out of warp. "I'm so lazy... I could have just flown the entire way... Naaaah." He sipped his coffee once more, finishing it off rather quickly. "Alright, let's see here."

    Xeno flipped through his list of bounties. "Jeez... " When he foun Saedrans face, he just stared at it. He looked... Sad? Grim.. Grim was the word for it. Like something traumatic had happened just hours before the picture was taken. Ir was somewhat blurry as it was taken during his escape from a supposed prison. "Well, whatever.... Cyril, prepare to land." The ship responded in a robotic female voice. "Yes, Nicholas." He groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you to not call me by that name!?" The ship was silent. "Oh, you bitch..." A chortle was all the voice responded with. Xeno sighed and pressed his forehead into the steering wheel. "Well, let's just go." "Right away sir.." And with that, the ship turned towards the planet. It slowly began to descend, entering the ozone layer rather quickly. It didn't take long to touch down. He landed just out of view of the crash site of Saedrans ship. Xeno hopped out of the cockpit and touched ground. It had been a while since he had landed on a planet. And this one was entirely unknown to him. He scratched at his jaw before groaning. "Alright then." He put up his visor, hiding his face from view and clicked a button on a small remote. His ship's backside opened up and Xeno removed a small hover bike from it. He closed the ship and locked it up before turning on the bike and taking off towards Saedrans ship at full speed...

    It took him roughly five minutes to get there. And when he did, he could finally see the true damage that had befallen the once beautiful vessel. "Well, that's a shame." He said to himself with a sigh. Inside his visor, his suit was going to work, looking for any signs of life. When he didn't find any, he assumed they had all gone into town. Xeno went back to his bike and took off towards the city. When he arrived, the looks everyone gave him ranged from nice to meet you to get the fuck out of my breathing space. He rode around town for a while, looking for any signs of him, showing the picture to anyone who might have seen him. No one saw him to say the least. So Xeno just sorta gave up on looking for the moment. He needed a drink. So he made his way to the nearest bar. And to his dismay, it was club. Raunchy, sweaty, dirty. Ugh. He felt like he was about to puke in his own visor. He tapped the side of said visor and it collapsed into a ring around the bottong of his jaw and around his neck. He made his way to the counter and ordered himself a drink. What he got smelled like jet fuel. Tasted like it too. Now that he thought about it, it might have actually been jet fuel... He just shrugged it and downed his drink in one go. He shuddered however after doing so. "Get me something sweeter please." The bartender nodded and handed him what looked to be so fruity that not even Peewee Hermon would go near it. He sipped it. It tasted like the beach. Pineapples and watermellon? Vodka and schnapps... He smiled and sipped it happily. He payed the bartender and even tipped him before looking around. He brushed his long white wavy locks from out of his face, pushing it back so it had a slicked look, making him look more like a villain than anything. By appearance, he fit right in.

    As he looked around, he was given several looks of approval from several very attractive and provocative women... And even from some men. The looks from the men made him raise his eyebrow questioningly. He just shrugged the though away and sipped at his drink again. One of his admirers walked his way. "Hey there handsom, care to buy a lady a drink?" Xeno looked at her rather awkwardly before looking back at the bartender, signaling for another one of what he had in his hand. The bartender brought another one and he handed it to the lady. Xeno paid for it of course. "Thanks hot stuff." The woman winked at Xeno, the neon green glitter of her eyeshadow glowed brightly under the blacklight. Upon closer inspection, this girl features not befitting a human. She had white eyes, raven black hair and pale skin that seemed to be cracked around her hairline and around her ears and jawline. She was a banshee. They were quite popular for hanging around clubs and bars and the likes, looking for unsuspecting victims, male or female. "Uh... No problem?" He said rather nervously. Not because she was a banshee, but because she was.. well, a she. He didn't do well with women. Never did. He cleared his throat and pulled out a the wanted poster od Saedran. "Hey, have you seen this guy?" The woman looked at the picture before looking back up at Xeno. "Well... Since you bought me this drink, I'll tell you. He went off somewhere down at the other end." She pointed towards the other end of the bar. "Oh... so he's here?" He cleared his throat. "Alright. Thank you." "What, is he your boyfriend or somethin'?" Xeno raised both eyebrows and snorted. "Sure, let's just say that." The woman raised her eyebrows in return. "Oh my. You didn't peg me as one who roots for the other team." "I didn't think so either." He smiled, nodded to her, finished his drink, then went off towards the other end of the bar. He took a seat several stools away from where Saedran could safely be seen, but Xeno was hidden by several other people, plus he looked quite different with his hair pushed back. For now, he'd just sit and watch. He ordered a drink, and began to drink his day away.

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    The gray figuring had been floating through space for several hours by now, wondering what to do next. He couldn't really go anywhere, that's for sure. Eziekel sighed inside the helmet, shooting out a gust of super chilled air into the darkness as he leaned back to float around aimlessly. Instead, he went back to that instance to study over what had happened.


    "Eziekel, you pignosed son of a bitch!" The voice of the Warboss rang through the small cruiser pretty loudly, even for one that had three decks like this did. "When I find you, don't expect to live much longer!" It called out again, awaking the man from his chambers. Eziekel himself sat up from atop the simple cot, reaching for his machine pistol on top of the table across from it.

    He knew exactly why the Warboss was so upset, they finally caught onto Eziekel's doings inside the warband this time. As he sat across the room, leaned up against the wall, he stared at the door, cocking the pistol and shoving the thirty round magazine into it. Eziekel calmly raised the pistol to the door that had been being banged on for around five minutes now, denting inwards from the breaching tools used by the other members. When it did crash to the ground, gunfire erupted from the room.

    It took the head off the first man who charged in, shattering it like an overly ripe tomato being stomped on. Eziekel stood up and shouted out, "You don't know a damn thing, old man!" He shouted back in defiance. The stand off went on for another hour, killing anybody who tried to charge in. That turned to be his undoing, however. For when his magazine ran dry, they stormed Eziekel before he could start clubbing them. Grabbing his helmet on the way out being dragged by his arms, he tried to use it's horns to stab one of them, albeit it was not a success.

    Being dragged down the ship by some rather angry and blood covered individuals, they nodded, "You think your so fucking big and bad? Let's see how long YOU last when in the vacuum of space!" One of the members shouted at him as they shoved Eziekel in despite his protesting, struggling, and frantic kicking. He never thought to put his helmet on until he felt one door shut, and another open. Shooting out behind the ship, he screamed silently in space as his last biological eye filled with blood, veins bursting in his skin as he struggled to get his helmet on.


    So here he was now, floating through space with an axe strapped to his back, a blind eye, and god knows what else was wrong with him. Giving up in trying to figure out where he was going in the solar winds, so instead he tried to flip through the channels on his comm-net. Static, a radio station of... God knows what, more static...

    Well this sucks! Instead, realizing his armor's systems weren't going to keep up with keeping him warm forever in this environment, so he simply began to shut down his body mentally, as if going into a medically induced coma that he can wake up from if it's not too long being in it, and simply went to floating around until someone, or something, found him. This was going to be a very long day of preparing revenge against his former warband.

    Silently he wondered who would pick him up out here, being that this was truly the frontier, and Eziekel had no concept of up or down, hell even left or right in this spot. The boltgun gray armor curved to appear like he was laying down as it went into standby mode to conserve the member insides' life.

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    The Spire: a legend to most, but a reality for the damned. With the universe at large in such a state of chaos, a select few people have taken it upon themselves to protect the people of the endless cosmos... for the right price.

    Whether it be money or more... unorthodox methods of payment, they stop at nothing to provide only the best products, soldiers and weapons trained for even the most brutal and harsh conditions. However unbeknownst to most, there is a legend among the elite of spire... their will and God, the alpha project. It is whispered that through the Alpha's will alone that spire is allowed to even exist.

    . . . .

    “How did it happen this time?” Her voices octave lowered in result of a question and the sound waves echoed against the blanch walls like thunder. “They did not successfully complete Project Omega in the second phase. “ Pinching the bridge of his nose while removing his glasses and in result there was a shuttered breath at her looming presence behind his form. Her question came out as fluid as the last. “And we still do not know, Doctor?” Primal fingers rolled one by one on to his shoulder until she had a concentrated amount of pressure applied for a supple squeeze to the area; a sign of recurrence in difficult times. “No.” There was a slight annoyance in his tempered tone as he set his glasses back on his features seamlessly, “No progression. We have become stagnate in our pursuit and the subjects are proving to be insufficient.”

    Surpassing the couple was a one way mirror and behind the glass was not astatically pleasing for the human eye. Male, at least the dotage edging around the late twenties, was hooked up to electrical wires, the color of the rainbow, in all vital parts of the human critical anatomy for The Machine. This giant twinkling-intelligence interface was projecting holograms into the cerebral cortex of the subject. Providing the tested with a series of trails, thoughts, ideas, morals, values, all being pumped into the brain one by one. Projecting all the knowledge there was to know about an intensively classified operation. Each subject handled the intel differently; most went insane, some managed to commit suicidal actions, and others ended up like the male behind the transparent glass film; dead. Not only such, but the brain overloaded its internal hard drive; muscle functions, memories, values, the six senses, and so on. Thus, creating the body to explode, not knowing what to do, panicking, and performing too many functions at once causing the human body to eruption like a volcano.

    “If I have too…-” She narrowed her eyes, determination radiating from her, as she did not finish her sentence properly as the thought of trying Omega Weapon; Project Genocide. “There is another option.” He growled and averted his gaze from her, “I have already said no. We aren’t talking about it again.” She went silent, but it did not diminish the wildness of her face. “I will speak to the Sigil Council tonight. Take the white pill and everything will be all right, as it always does. It will loosen those morals of yours.” And with that her viper form slithered out after a thin clear package smashed into the glass bounding off, leaving her decreed to sink in his thick brain. “God damnit, Val!” He snatched up the present she left with pure ferocity.

    . . . .

    “You would do that? Bring a child into this? Bring it into the world just to force it into this?” The male clawed his fingers through his raven colored hair with aggravation. His eyes fell upon Valyndra’s vixen frame with the burden of this topic at hand. “If I meant saving you, then yes.” The fortitude of her heart was that of a monstrosity that rivaled the iceberg that sank the Titanic without even a flinch. Valyndra’s fingers tapped against the door frame and there was a slight bored rock in her hips, even though she stood in one place. “It could just be born to die. Do you understand that?” Kalus gazed up at her from over the edge of the collar of his trench coat. Her plump lips curled into a smile only matched by the Leviathan itself. “I understand that if the child doesn’t do this, I will lose you and everything will crumble like one of those little blueberry delicious cakes.” There was a little purr that rumbled from her throat as she left her post at the threshold, closing in on the kill. He shifted in silence in the massive arm chair that loomed by the fire; that lit his ruby chambers with a tint of life. “This is a necessary sacrifice for the future of Spire. For yo--our ultimate ascension to complete immunity from the Omega Weapon if it loses control or servers not real divine purpose for ‘us’.” The letter S flickered on her lips with pure satisfaction in the word us as she licked her lips, inching closer to him. “Oh, do not fret, as always I will take this upon myself to make sure everything happens without one single, little flaw.” Her fingers trailed against the top of the chair as she walked by. Before he could resist her advances she was already straddling him. Pure confidence radiated from her that could never be tamed. “The contingency plan; Icarus. The council is deciding tomorrow on if it should follow after the Omega is shown high chances of surviving past the initial phases. We both know voting yes would be in our best interest. It is just a child, one tiny, little child.” Her fingers curled around the males neck tie, getting a firm grip on him and the situation at hand. “I did not just come here to discuss just plain boring business Kalus,” With her free hand adventured down his chest snapping the buttons with her single claws nail in quick succession. “I came with damn bad intentions…”

    . . . .

    "Mahrhi, Mahrhi ... Focus." Valyndra groaned softly as the child completely averted her attention to the court yard as they were walking by. "I am focused." Mahrhi murmured as her Aunt went about the normal routine of exploding her brain with pounds of information. "Then what did I just say?" The young adolescent let out a soft sigh and began to reply rudimentarily, "This is area is for specialized training in advanced tactics and...-" Her voice trailed off a bit as her hues latched on to a six pairs of teenage bodies sparing in the center grounds pulsing together to create one rhythmic beat.

    Hot, bloody, but sweaty bodies meshing together to create the ancient art of war. One was male, rugged, with an expression on his face of pure felicity and entertainment. He was the center of all the commotion as all the individuals were taunt and hunting with energy as the dance of combat took place until only two were left standing; the male and a female. The woman was taunt, not as fluid and in sync with her motions as the male in sign of complete exhaustion from the previous banter. Thus, she was struggling to keep up; and once he caught her tiniest mistake, she was on that plump ass of hers within a moment. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger, ending her life, blood splattering upon the glass spectator’s box. The man looked up to see his spectating audience.

    Mahrhi turned her head so quick away from the glass to look at her Aunt who was howling again. "And, go on I do not have all day?" Vales tilted her head to the side as Mahrhi struggled to find the answer to a question she knew all too well. Her cheeks felt warm, her body flushed, and her heart sank deep within her chest with a poison called fear that consumed her into submission. It only took one moment for that young man to decimate his opponents and her Aunt changed her stance and speak once more. "My dear child, he is the type of solider we create to keep billions safe each day. There is a price for that safety." Valyndra reached out her slim fingers to take the child's hand and lead her towards another direct for their lesson today. Her voice trailed off as they walked, "Subjects like him ensure our future. Do not fret, they were just...-" And the tour went forward and Valyndra was on rampage with the information she has to offer.

    . . . .

    “How long as she been in there?” Valyndra seamlessly formed from the shadows of a long darken hallway. She always just appeared, never lingered, and always staid and did as she wished. Her slim fingers rose to touch the one-way glass window and what was going on behind the glass only peaked the woman’s interest. Mahrhi was sitting in a metal foldable chair, legs crossed, book erect in her right hand, and she read softly to the high critical patients. All these patients had to look forward to each day was two things; medical treatment and the company of Mahrhi. When most of the men and woman were bedridden she had the effort to give them what little entertainment she could provide in her free time. Sitting, in numbing silence beside the sound of the sick, nurses, and doctors doing about their daily duties. Then there was Mahrhi, who gave a little hope she had each day, a story, some music, just to bring a little piece of heaven to such place of suffering and sorrow. Not many that made it to this wing, survived. Not only did she offer slight entertainment, she took turns going to each bedside and curling her frail fingers against their hand; human to human contact that was not of a stabbing or poking gesture from their caretakers. Most had no families and what little did, could only show up so often. Mahrhi was replacing the stead of what these people never had.

    “It is turning on to two hours now.” The Doctor clasped his hands behind his back and let out a gentle breathe of air as he watched the young lady read so fluidly to the Patients. “Does her father know of this?” The Doctor did not bother to glance over at Val, but he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “I feel the human interaction is good for her soul as much as it is for the critical individuals.” Vale huffed as quickly as the words were spoken, “Has there been any change in conditions?” Her vague question was rather specific and the Doctor caught on quickly. “No, there has been no progress.” He stated firmly, after a moment or two of silence. “Then I want her pulled out, right away.” And with that Val left as quickly as she came closing the conversation. Once Val spoke, it was law.


    “It is time to go. It is not appropriate to keep your father waiting.” The unappealing rough female voice crackled through the beautiful melody Mahrhi was preforming tonight; it was her favorite, Sweet Serendipity. “In a moment.” She murmured slightly under her breath, her muscles more focused on playing everything perfectly then they were in computing the function to speak without muttering. “You aren’t doing any good.” The woman rose her hand and motioned it towards the patients, “I certainly do not see any improvement, do you?” Silence was golden when it came to her Aunts peanut gallery remarks about what she was selflessly doing. “Since when did you become an expert on coma and critical care patients?” She slightly snapped, but did not bother to stop the hypnotic rhythm pace of her bow. “Mahrhi, you need to watch your--” Her aunt went red with rage as she cut off her words, biting her tongue as if it was a mercy she granted the young teenager. “You are accomplishing nothing by standing there, what good are you doing, for anyone?” She was sure, in fact, positive her presence was more needed here than sitting idly at her father’s side. It was not like she was past making a comment to her aunt about needing to watch her tongue; it was not as if her Aunt was a saint and free of all unholy deeds. “We do not have enough time for your little quips, let’s go child!” Valyndra resorted, trying to maintain what little patience she had left to her voice. She had about enough of this teens antics, and without another word she tore the bow from Mahrhi’s hands without mercy, causing an unparalleled sound to unleash from the one woman musical symphony making the play pretend show to cease to exist anymore. The force of the grab made the instrument lose balance in her grasp and bouncing on its side, damaging itself on the cobblestone floor, creating server damage. “Save your hollowing, I won’t hear it!” She was whisked away by the unforgiving grip of her aunt. Crystalline tears formed in her hues, but she fought back the unbearable pain that fluttered in her stomach, not letting it surface until she was alone where she could sob in freedom and nonjudgmental eyes.

    . . . .

    Mahrhi’s patience had thinned to a point of no return; the reason for this glittered on her finger with an arrogant shimmer the color of the moon light. This little crystalized gem weighted down her heart with a decision she had to make; a life of freedom and uncertainty or one of order and obsession. A woman’s hand slipped upon her shoulder to break her train of thought, it was a question of sincerity, in its own simple form. “Yes, I am ready.” Mahrhi tugged the hood of her black cloak over her features. She had reached her breaking point and maybe her choice to run was that of a child’s, but there was no other way she saw for the chance of a normal, typical life. At least she had her Protector and Mahrhi was never more grateful for her companion, protector, assigned to her since a little age. Her face turned to meet with a very relaxed, ageless, woman. Without another word spoken there was a slight hug between the two as they prepared their souls for what was about to happen. The way Mahrhi’s body curled against her Protectors made her thoughts weary; even right now she had no control, her frame being smooshed even with the little force her companion was applying. The need to have dictatorship and the ability to make her own choices in her life brought her to her knees. She needed this; she needed freedom, even if she only got to tasted it for a moment. Mahrhi understood that she was transformed into the person she was at this very moment, but she never got to decide who she wanted to be, until this very moment as she made the first choice solely for herself. “Let’s go.” With the command of her voice the couple were off on their way, side by side.

    Six days, fifteen hours, forty five minutes, and some odd seconds since Mahrhi and her companion had left The Capital of Spire. The task of getting out of the Empire was the easy part, staying under radar and not getting sent back, was another different story. The couple’s escapades had brought them to a pioneering planet, and they were being followed, on foot, by a couple men from the Sigils Guard. ‘Look forward and keep moving’. She said under her breath as she walked in steady pace besides her female acquaintance. Even now, Mahrhi was doing as she was told, following suit, taking orders as they both walked down the main road, trying to lose the Guards following them through the massive wave of bodies pulsing and weaving in every which direction. They had to keep moving, she was not going back, and she trusted her Protector to do whatever it was necessary to ensure their survival.

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    Machines and robotic hands clicked back and forth, communicating through an intricate language of numbers and whirrs. A tall silver slab was tilted diagonal to the floor, a body strapped down with silver clamps around the neck, and knees, arms were outstretched at the sides, parallel to the ground. A man in a white lab coat, was flanked by two nurses both holding tablets. The trio stood behind a clear wall of glass, different diagnostics and stats filtering across the holographic screens, as the doctor took stock of the surgery in progress before them. Skin was secured by clamps drawn as far back as the muscles would allow leaving enough room for the robotic hands to work. A sickening crack filled the almost silent theater followed quickly by another, a metal arm lifting out the spine, followed quickly by the ribcage. Looking in the body looked ready to cave in on itself the heart pumping calmly despite the trauma it was about to go through.

    "We're ready to proceed doctor." One of the nurses spoke, the white mask she wore bunching up a bit on her nose. Tilting the tablet towards the man he gave an approving nod. "Begin." His voice was gruff with a heavy bass tone. Both women typed furiously at the tablets as the robots in the theater leapt back into action once again spreading the body cavity open as another arm moved in holding up a new spine little lights blinking down the sides as it was lowered back into the body cavity. The nurse looked towards the Doctor for instruction, just a nod of his head and the nurse activated the new spinal strut, the device coming to life as it shifted into place, latching onto the base of the hips and at the base of the neck, intricate wires lashed out, attaching into the meaty fat and tissues reattaching the synthetic nerves and simulated sensory receptors. As the device took control the robotic arms moved way their job done. Slowly the metal wires brought the folded skin flaps back across the back, the scent of burning meat wafting from the body as the skin was melded to the spinal strut.

    By the end of the procedure the skin was firmly back in place, the spinal strut bursting through the skin by the shoulder blades, ending at the base of the neck. Blue lights glowed and flickered as the body adjusted to this new device. "Everything looks well doctor." One of the nurses supplied while pulling up another holoscreen. Nodding his head in approval his arms unfolded and he typed across the large screen in front of him. "Let's start the next stage."


    .........

    Darkness was the first thing Joane became aware of when consciousness returned. Slowly senses began to come back one by one, it was the feeling of being completely surrounded by water that Sent her into a panic. Twisting from side to side she quickly became aware of her arms secured above and behind her head. Still able to breath she discovered the long tube that was lodged down her throat, her gag reflex starting to act up as she tried to dispel the device. "Now, now none of that." A voice suddenly burst through the silence she had been subjected too. The clamp securing her hands was released, the water began to receded flooding her ears with rushing waves. Reaching forward she ripped the tube from her mouth, her nose was freed first as stagnant air filled her nostrils but didn't make it past the block in her throat. Gagging again she ripped the tube completely out, blood dripping from the black device as she heaved into the remaining water, that hovered at waist level.

    Frantically she started tugging at the device still making her sight, panicked gasps leaving dried lips. "stop moving!" A harsh male voice commanded and she ceased all movement, her body all but disobeying her frantic mind completely. "Good, very good job Ms. Joane." Suddenly the device over her eyes lit up making her cringe against the harshness. "Can you speak for me?" The man on the screen spoke. He was a doctor in a white lab coat flanked by two generals and several armed security guards behind them all. Although the insignia was all unfamiliar to Joane. "Ye-.." She was stopped by a sudden coughing fit. "Yes, sir." even her voice sounded strange and foreign. Changed.

    "Very good. Now we're going to let you out, and you're going to be relocated to the med Bay. You're going to find some things very different when you get out. Understood? " Different? What was different? How long had she been asleep!?! Panicked she just nodded her head in affirmation and the clasps of the device over her eyes gave way flooding her senses once again. She was trapped in a circular pod, the glass in front of her frosted. Just as she got her barring the door opened and she was thrust out, limbs falling in every direction, unable to catch herself she looked like a dead fish. Grunting she moved to sit up only to be seized by two of the security guards, their hands pulling and twisting her arms into a submissive position. Oddly she couldn't feel anything in her right arm, just the barest hint of a touch but her left arm was screaming in agony. Tears pricked at her eyes as she was forced to stare up at the two generals and the doctor.
    "Yes, I think she'll do nicely! " one general spoke while turning to converse with a few of the other medical personnel in the room. She'd be perfect for what? Attempting to stand she was thrust back to the ground her chin clipping the marble floor, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. "what the hell are you all talking about?! What am I doing here?", Joane shouted to no one but expected an answer. All movement stopped in the room as the doctor turned to look at her a dead look crossing his face. " You're here because we deemed you fit to be." The doctor stepped closer crouching down to look at her. "I'm here to personally welcome you to League. We hope you enjoy your stay." The grin that crossed his lips struck fear into her heart as she was hauled up and taken to medical Bay. It was then that she found out what had actually been done to her.

    ......

    As years passed Joane had learned that League was a military division of mercenaries and assassins deemed fit enough in skill and function to provide a service for the government's rather than put these individuals to death. Joane served as the second lieutenant in her five man team, often her assignments were completed as a solo mission, though the team was meant for support when needed and companionship. For obvious reasons it was difficult to create friends and form any bond in that line of work. But the pay and the jet black cruiser she had just purchased had been the icing on the cake.

    Sitting in her hunk, Joane toyed with a small circuit array on the inside of her wrist. From her right shoulder socket down to her fingertips, she had a robotic arm. Though it appeared like any other human arm, when the holo image was damaged the smooth plated metal was revealed. The same could be said for her spine, and left leg. From the middle of her thigh to her big toe she possessed a metal leg, the hydraulics in place allowing her to leap long distances, absorb a heavy amount of shock, and run as faster speeds. The similar case was for her right leg as well although the metal only began at her knee down.

    She had simple features, short jet black hair with neon stripes of color running through the ends. A curved face with a pale complexion, even minimal scarring. Although severe damage had been done to the left side of her face resulting in major surgery and correction. The robotic eye she now possessed had been made perfectly and matched her right eye down to a t. Although the added features of being able to see farther as well as pull up a small hud with a twitch of a finger was a perk also. The same could be said for her ear as well, the thin cartilage was replaced with an audio device, the smooth metal painted to match her skin tone, the tip pointed slightly. All in all she stilled looked mostly human with a hologram on.

    A single tattoo adorned her face a black triangle placed on her chin, a slash next to it. It was a simple pattern, hardly holding any meaning. But that little mark it was marked Joane as an experiment, and a successful one at that. Just as Joane was settling in for the night, the earpiece beside her bed buzzed with an incoming message. Resisting the urge to groan in annoyance she placed the device to her ear, a holographic HUD appearing in front of her eyes, awaiting the specks of her next assignment.


    .......


    It didn’t matter the amount of credits that had been flooding into Joanne's account over the past decade, she was now just an over glorified babysitter. At every turn she became more anxious craving the action she used to see on an everyday basis. She was antsy and ready to move back into the field. But this was a long term assignment, but as she flipped through an tablet, her attention was drawn to the young female in the bed across the room. It was late, the moon sparkling in the distance.

    Spire had requested League’s assistance in this matter, just for protection. Admittedly the job came with perks. She was given a regular pay with perks. But it still didn’t feel enough at times, with the frustration she felt on a regular basis. Standing silently she moved towards the window to look out at the city below enjoying the cool wind that blew through the window. Something was going to give, Joane felt it in her bones, she just didn’t know when.

    ......
    Joane moved quickly, strides clipped and fast, her hand on the small of Mahri’s back to guide the other woman by the back through the large crowd. A pair of large sunglasses rested over her eyes, faces flickering by, athough on the inside of the glasses a speck screen was scrolling and entering new data with each passing face. Joane hadn’t even batted an eye when Mahri had demanded they escape, in a bid for freedom. She had wanted to jump for joy. Admittedly Joane hadn’t been thrilled with Marhri at first meeting. Nor, had she enjoyed the years of just watching Mahri from afar protecting her through the years.

    Now the pair was making a bid for freedom, although with some difficulty. Growling low under her breath Joane took a hard right, walking right up to a store front. Looking level at Mahri, Joane took out a credit card and gave it to Mahri. “Here, go inside and grab whatever you think you’ll need. Be conservative but feel free to purchase to your hearts content.” Joane gave her friend a smile and a firm squeeze on the shoulder before she began to move away further down the shopping center. Tilting her head over her shoulder minutely she saw the Sigil guards following her. A smile quirked her lips. Perect. Ducking into a secluded alley, the stench alone would repulse anyone wanting to follow. Ducking into a single corner, right beside a garbage bin, she activated a cloaking device and she disappeared.

    Just as the first guard was passing, she lunged forward arms wrapping around his neck, a single senbon needle lodged in his jugular, blood bubbling around the needle. Though blood was also currently bubbling from the guard's eyes, and yellow foam oozing from his mouth. Poison was a hell of a weapon sometimes. Dropping the body to the ground she moved towards the other guard. Tossing a miniature emp, the device latched onto the guards shirt, all of his electronic equipment sparking in error. The guard lunged at her, fists swinging in a hurricane pattern just trying to hit her. Smirking she crouched down fast, popping back up to slam her fist into the guards cheek, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone. Kicking him hard in the gut she watched him double over in pain before she moved for the killing blow. A small blade was removed from a holster on her hip, a quick slash and blood was dribbling down the man’s throat as he slumped against the wall. Re Holstering her weapon Joane leant over both bodies, taking their comm links and disposing of them before pinning a small device to each of their shirts. Pressing a button on her inner wrist, the device activated and a hologram surrounded the bodies. No one would be finding these guys for awhile.

    Shaking out her shoulders she moved back towards the opening of the ally, reaching towards the corner to remove another hologram device before canceling the previous image and pocketing the device. All any passer by’s would have seen was an image of the two guards talking to the woman before exiting the alley. Sometimes technology could be amazing. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth Joane existed back onto the street, she needed to get back to Mahri and make sure the other woman hadn’t spent her life savings.

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    (Events after Malus' post. Note: Assumed character actions have been agreed upon.)

    The soft beep in his ear discreetly indicated a message coming through, and the all too familiar voice of the closest thing to a friend he had come to know murmured the warnings of a bounty hunter, though his lips tugged into a slight frown when the tail end of what he said "And for God fucking sakes, someone find the captain's arm!" With an irritated flick, he tapped the earpiece and abruptly got to his feet. Reaching into his coat pocket, he removed a small packet with a fine powder in it, before dropping it into the last of the contents in his glass and abruptly moved for the exit, ignoring the protests of the people he roughly shoved past, his burnt face in a permanent sneer. The ugly, vicious look was almost enough to get past the worst of the crowd. Almost. Suddenly he was blocked by a wall of flesh and muscle, and when a rough hand rested on his chest, he didn't hesitate to act. As quickly as the security detail of the establishment was in his face, he lashed out and grabbed the larger man-bear like thing's wrist, and gave a sickening twist, and his body moved with the practiced grace of only the most skilled warriors of the universe.

    It didn't take much to bring him down, one leg sliding between the crook of his and hooking behind the knee and the full of Saedran's weight slamming into his chest. The difficult part was recovering fast enough with only one arm before people clued in to what was happening. The soft gasps and surprised cries of the patrons made him look up in time to see the drink he left on the bar beginning to fizzle over. He was out of time. Rolling over, he brought the guard over top of his body, barely in time as the world around him seemed to explode in fire. The force knocked the air out of his lungs and left his ears ringing. A searing heat surrounded him, and when he pushed the corpse off of him, the sight of chaos and death was all too familiar.

    With a grim expression he slowly got to his feet, blood trickling from his ears. His first day of being truly free, and it was just like any other. His eyes quickly surveyed the room, searching for any imminent threat, but it seemed that most were dead or in such a state that he was of no concern. Saedran carefully staggered to his feet, and a stabbing pain shot through his shoulder where his arm had dislocated. It was of little consequence though if he couldn't get out alive. Shoving through the back door, he stumbled down the alleyway, his vision blurry. His foot caught on something though and he barely managed to keep upright. Looking down, what he saw sent a chill along his spine - what was the Sigil Guard doing here? More importantly, who killed them and why?

    With this new revelation, he roughly slammed his arm against a nearby wall, forcing the joint back into it's socket. Pain shot through him and momentarily blinded him, but he didn't dare stop. Stepping out into the street, he knew he was almost too late when the street was already empty and a squad of hollow metalic husks lined either side of the street, singular orbs of red tracking any and everything that happened on the street. He carefully hid, quickly considering his options; he knew it wouldn't be long until he was spotted, or if that damnable bounty hunter came after him if he survived the blast.

    Then he saw her. The girl across the road caught in the quarantine, as lost and confused as a lamb without its mother. With a deep breath, he crouched low and loosened the gun in his holster, before snaking his way to the nearest vehicle, ducking down behind the bumper. He didn't have far to go, but it was enough should he get caught. One, two, three - he counted each measured breath before suddenly darting out from behind his hiding place, the orbs tracking each step, training their weapons on him as he made it across the open. He barely had time to lunge for the girl, giving a violent twirl and with a single fluid motion managed to unholster the gun and wrap his arm around her neck, the weapon pressing into the underside of her soft chin.

    "Don't. Move." he hissed rather curtly as he pressed his back against the nearby wall. Looking down either side of the street, they were all watching him now, slowly advancing in a carefully programmed formation - recognizing a hostage situation; it was his only hope. Once more he was counting each careful breath, his heart calmly beating in his chest. Looking down at the girl with the soft lavender hair, he inched along the wall until he found the door to the store she had come out of and roughly pushed back, dragging her with him. His irritation grew as he stumbled a bit, only having one arm to operate with when suddenly the com clicked in his ear again, "Captain, we're headed to rendevous now; ETA two minutes."

    Suddenly the store exploded with a hail of gunfire and glass. Instinctively he dropped to the floor, dragging the girl with him as he pinned her to the hard linoleum. It seemed they had deemed him a threat only worth destroying. Hissing in frustration, he jumped to his feet and began to walk at a brisk pace. No - the world beat to the rhythm of his drum, and he refused to be panicked. He had no more regard for the girl, his hostage all but useless except for maybe a meatshield - but it was more of a grievance with only one arm. As he walked, he gritted his teeth at the image of Malus chiding him, and as a last thought he turned and roughly barked at her, "If you want to live, you will come now."

    It was strange to see the man so calm despite how the world seemed to errupt in chaos around him. By now he made it to the counter, and the androids came crashing through every entry point possible, crashing through doors and windows. He ducked behind the cover and opened fire, each shot precise as it met its mark, punching a large angry hole in whatever it struck. Saedran spotted the exit across the store. It wasn't far now. Staring intently at the door, he was, again, left to numbers; calculating the distance and the chance of actually making it. Memorizing his path, he suddenly turned the weapon to the ceiling and shot out as many lights in easy range, the large spark causing his pursuers to give pause. The sudden surge was enough to blind them - in the darkness, he followed the mental map on the forefront of his thoughts, the image burned behind his eyelids as he made the mad dash.

    He burst out into another alleyway once again, the natural light of day momentarily blinding him as he struggled to recover. Suddenly the squeal of tires drew his attention to the other end of the alleyway, and a black truck waited. His eyes lit up with evident relief as he birskly walked to the vehicle loaded with supplies. "Howdy Captain, figured you needed a lift when you didn't respond," the driver gave him a toothy grin which was met by a curt nod, and his only remaining words were, "Let's go home." He paused though and looked to see if his hostage had any sort of common sense - he was literally her only hope of survival now, and it would only be a matter of moments before it slipped from her grasp entirely; though when she frantically piled into the vehicle behind him, he gave her a rather dark glare, "Stay down, and keep your mouth shut."

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    Malus found comfort in the silence among the crew; even though the tension in the atmosphere was as dangerous as black power, waiting for that one spark to insight pure chaos. However, there was the young man, looming in the rafters about the Captain’s chair. His back arched against the cool steel of the metal pillar. Right leg arched up in an upside-down V while his arms were crossed loosely over his chest. Raven black locks covered his features from the sight of the crew; but all did not need to see his appearance to remember the eerie calmness about him. "Easy now... we don't know how well the cloaking will hold up when in transit. Take her in nice and slow." A smirk appeared on Malus’s features at the mere mention of the words. Freedom was star bound.

    With the banshee sound of the alarm Malus cocked his head to the side and looked over his shoulder at the situation at hand. His brow moved up an inch in curiosity on what was about to be fold. "Course correction-" Saedran howled to his pack of crew members, everyone tensed, but the man upon the rafters. Only when there was jolt that caused the ship to tremble, did his body immaculately descend from the heights above and land next to the Captain’s chair. "S-Sir, we're losing power to our shields - someth-" Another crew member stated hold back the worry in their voice. Malus only gave a slight glance to Saedran before turning on his heels and falling into the darkness of the ship.

    "Force restart the core. All auxilary to shields and engines, get ready to jump. Arm EMP." The earpiece blared every word his captain spoke and Malus had to reply. His body moved at an alarming fast speed, weaving through the ship towards a special destination. His mind eased on the tasks at hand. Captain demanded for a course correction again and the crew gave the most panicked response of where should they go. A grin formed on the man’s lips and he tapped his earpiece to respond to The Captain; “Ragnarok.” It was a pioneering planet not too far from where they were currently located. It would make a pleasant dictation for regaining supplies and Malus always had a trick up his sleeve, if he gave a suggestion, or spoke up, it meant something. Plus, this place had no government, no ruler, there was no side but that of survival for the people that inhabited the planet. “It’s time for me to visit an old friend.” It was now written in stone. The males tone was patient and collective again the chaos of the other crew members.

    Finally, he made it to his chambers. His slim fingers rummaged through a few drawers with lightning speed. “Where did I…” He narrowed his eyes and reached far back and tapped to the top of the draw was what he needed, “There you are you little son of a bitch”, his fingers curling around the object with intense satisfaction, and stuffed it smoothly in his pocket. He spun on his heels again, the slight moaning of the ship made excitement made his heart tremble with delight. There was nothing like moments like these; shitting in pants was a completely viable option for some, but not for Malus. Kick ass, shit later.

    The lights flickered, again, Causing Malus to quicken his pace. Running would only cause more trouble if he were to lose his balance again because of bump in the road. Slow and steady won the race; slow and fucking steady. He made it to the lower deck of the ship, there, was a tiny vessel, it was only made for one person. He walked by a control pad and typed in his digits, lowering the medium sized door, preparing for a latch. “Permission for launch, approved.” Without hesitation he jumped into the cockpit of the tiny vessel after getting dressed in an airtight space suit and the glass door closed behind him automatically. Safety first, he clicked in his belt, and began to hum a little tune while taping his fingers on the joy stick. It was time to see what this little baby could do.

    He launched off, leaving the rest of the crew behind, some may have seen his action as that of abandonment, but that surely was not the case. Every man for himself was a concept not allowed upon this family. His vessel weaved through the asteroids with simplicity because of its size. With steady taps upon the control board, he lowered his weapons, his ship was crafted for two things; speed and packing a punch. Yet, it was a delicate little thing, as it could get away quickly, it exploded on high impact, like a cute little bomb.

    “Let’s rock this bitch.” Malus eyes smiled with death and destruction. The weapons were ready and he knew what he had to do; break up as many asteroids as he could, smaller the pieces the easier the shield could handle their blow, and try to give a clear course towards the Planet of choice. He began, shooting his lasers without digression, breaking up what he could to prevent any more fatal blows. However, he was only one man, one mission. Just then, a giant rocky mass appeared before Malus, six times the size of his ship. He lent back in his seat in annoyance. If he did not break up this massive asteroid, it would destroy the hull, and create months of repair. He would need at least a decent among of shots before he could break up this one properly.

    “Jace,” Malus’s calm voice cut through the earpiece. They both could see what was oncoming, it was up to the young raven haired man to do something about it, the Ship was fading, and he had to act quickly. With little time, came hard choices and little time to think upon them. “Use the last bit of power to open the launching bay...One…” Malus shifted his ships thrusters to max speed, the monitor blinking in red, altering that the tiny ship had reached max speed… and Malus was headed straight for the core of the asteroid. “Two…” There was no turning back, Malus jammed the joy stick forward so hard it snapped off, there was no going back now. “Three…” He slammed his hand into the ejection button and his frame right flying straight backwards towards the Captains ship. The Last vision the young man saw was of his little ship exploding in the center of asteroid, breaking it into medium sized chunks that headed straight for the hull. Suddenly, the world faded back. It was only him, and his suit, drifting in space.

    Malus’s body floated in deep empty space, his internal core deep freezing. A human body could only last a few moments in open space before they died. If The Captain did not open the launching bay, so Malus could be sucked back into the ship as he was ejected, he was dead. The last words of the Captains flickered in his ear with static, "For those of you who may not make this journey. Go well into death."

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    "Captain... well fuck, aren't you a pretty sight." Malus husky tone cut through the dead silence as he loomed in the darkness of the ship. Lights flickering as the second generators tried to use what juice they had to get the electronics and lights back on. He lent down and curled his arms around his Captain body. He managed, barely, to get Seadran into his own bed and the medical staff on board went to go look at his wounds. Malus did not stay long, in the captain’s quarters, before he rushed back on the main deck.

    “Listen, little sexy assholes, I am taking control now.” Ah, he adored the sound of that. “Prepare for landing! Let’s make this as smooth as possible! We don’t need more damage to the ship. Captain would be pissed. Does anyone want that?” He looked around at the crew, arching his brow, and then there came a short, curt laugh. “Anyone? That’s what I want. Get a move on.” Placing his hands behind his back he began to bark orders, “The second generators are struggling to work, find out why and fix the problem. We need to gain control to the ship just enough to make it safely through her atmosphere. ” He watched his family, the crew, scramble to do as they were told. A buzzy bee hive of distressed individuals; everyone had something on the line today and most importantly, freedom was so damn close to taste, he was not prepare to let them all down. “And for God fucking sakes, someone find the Captains arm!”

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    (Sorry for this small post.)

    Xeno sipped at the fruity beverage and turned his head to watch his quarry. His blue eyes glowing with a distinct savagery. But then the man suddenly put something into his drink and began to move. And he was moving fast... Something bad was about to happen. That's what went through Xeno's head. Saedran knew he was there and now he was making his getaway. "Shit!" He shot up from his chair and jumped into the air, placing his feet outward as if he were going to dropkick someone. Suddenly, the holes in the bottom of his boots lit up and fired out like thrusters, shooting Xeno out window behind him just as the explosion went off. It barely missed him as Xeno tumbled to the ground and skidded into a standing position. He slammed his feet into the ground and shot skyward as his boots powered up again. He flew over the building to see Seadran moving at a brisk pace while the drones closed in on him. He wasn't quite sure what to do right now, but he moved in. The drones would kill anyone to get to their target in this situation. And low and behold, his quarry had taken a hostage. "Damn you..." He said under his breath before diving down like a hawk, his hand reaching for a black handle at his beltline. He whipped it out and clicked a button on the edge. A violent humming sound followed at a metal blade extended and red energy coated the edge of it, little electrical sparks adorning it as it hummed.

    Xeno dove towards the androids and swung his high frequency blade, slicing through two of the advancing androids at the same time. One of them turned their attention towards Xeno and opened fire. Xeno twirled his body around, using his blade to negate the oncoming volley of shuts as he spun through the air. He landed and at the same time, slice the android right down the middle. There were still others chasing after his quarry, and now that girl who would be deemed as an accomplice. One of the Androids turned to Xeno and spoke with it's metallic voice. "Xeno Sicacia. Stand down or face arrest." Xeno stared daggers at the android. "You attacked my bounty and killed innocents." He raised his blade and shot forward. The Android, slow as it was, raised its blaster and fired. Xeno beheaded it, but at the price of having his left shoulder nearly blown off. The suit repaired itself very slowly.. but the wound beneath was still severe. His left shoulder sagged and he turned his boots on again, flying towards the vehicle that Saedran was making his escape in. But he didn't aim to attack. He only looked down at Saedran as blood seeped through his suit, trickling down and dropping off his finger tips. He looked to the girl whom he had taken with her and then back to Saedran. He sheathed his weapon and bit his lip. He just turned away and flew off in the direction of his ship. He could have dropped a grenade, but he refused to kill that woman. On his way to the ship, his thrusters turned off mid flight. They had run out of juice and needed to recharge. Xeno remained silent as he plummeted towards the ground, thankfully it wasn't too high up. As he hit the ground, his slammed hard. He could feel his right leg dislocate as he twirled and skidded across the dirt. Saedrans ship was a few yards away. Xeno knew he might die here, and could do nothing about it. Several broken ribs, a concussion, wounded arm, and a dislocated leg. He was all sorts of banged up. His vision became blurry and eventually went black.

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    Without questioning Trinket, gave her an order, she followed. No a peep of resistance came from her rose colored lips. Her delicate fingers lashed out to faithfully grab her only friend’s hand only to apply what little force she had to lunge forward for a hug. “I Love you.” It was inappropriate for them to be stopping, but this moment was needed between the two of them. They had been stationary since they left Spire and for Mahrhi giving a split second of affection was worth it. The embrace was show lived as they turned their separate directions, only left with a plastic card in her hands now to purchase the needed wears.

    The General store, her eyes were locked on it, and her brain computing all the items she needed to obtain. Wait, what the hell would she need? Clothes, food, but what else? A flush of worry flooded her cheeks and her peripheral thought lost concentration on her footing. Failing to step up on the sidewalk, she tripped flawlessly, and landed on her knees soiling her wears with chute and sticky mud substances. A grumble of annoyance trembled from her lips. Mahrhi’s world came crashing back to reality, just as she fell, a beam of particles flashed slicing into her collar bone, and the Sigil Guard was aiming directly for her. One more inch to the right and the wound would have been grave or fetal. Falling down on her knees in public, never before had been seen as a good thing until now for the young woman, for it made her attacker miss her mark. She scrambled upward to regain footing, hearing commotion attacking the once lively atmosphere. Screams of heated panic, blood tension, pulsed and Mahrhi natural instinct was to get the hell out of the streets and go find Trinket! Frantically she turned around to see her attacker explode into a billion different mechanical Spire pieces, the drone twitching to find life once more. Her wide eye doe expression rose to scan the crowds, rationally thinking Trinket came to her rescue…

    A beastly man emerged from the commotion of the city streets from an alley way. Mephistopheles, himself reincarnated. His mere gaze caused her body to cease function, her heart to shrivel up, and her mind screamed for death by the killing the last Sigil guard earlier; for their death would be swift and merciful. Saedran’s attention was adverted momentarily when he descended for cover. Muscle function was no longer optional, she was paralyzed when she met death in the eyes. Hands trembling, her frantic orbs struggled to find an escape past the hot mesh of bodies scampering to safety. Fear crippled her soul and she innocently let the demonic man claim her with only his haunting glare.

    Her eyes grew wide, her throat closed, barrel under her chin before she could howl in protest. The gun pressed up again her flesh, denting, making the surface swell with an imprint. ‘Don’t. Move.’ He was in luck because even if she tried her body would not allow it---Then, his motions commanded hers, he moved, she followed. Even her body understood the raw power the man beheld and if she did not comply with his every demand. Compared to him, she felt unworthy of oxygen. This wild frontier was created for people like him and she was just play pretending, hoping by some miracle everything would turn out okay. Everything from this second on was a terrible blur; her mind fading into shock.

    The sound of glass shattering and the ragging gun fire. Her body slammed up against the cool linoleum ground and the man’s mass upon her to prevent any further damage to them both from the raining glass shards. He jumped to his feet and she scrambled to follow suit, but ended behind him instinctively. Her ultimatum was given; follow or die. That was not much of a choice now was it? No time to think, she played follow the leader. Either way, she was in trouble, so she made her choice. Right now. Saedran seemed the highly friendly and appealing option. He shot out the lights and her frail form struggled to keep up with his. Her legs were shorter, her strides less distance, and the fact that she also tripped over her feet while lunging after him obviously had no effect, at all.

    They broke through into another alley way. Her eyes scanned the area for Trinket. The gods help her! Right now her choice was Seadran. Practically, she struggled to stay at his heels. She tried not to think about how stupid her next action was; she scrambled up into the truck. Mahrhi instinctively gripped at whatever would pull her up and into the darkness of the trunk. The woman looked like a monkey learning to climb a tree for the first time, and for a moment she almost slipped and there was a soft squeak that slipped from her mouth. Yet, her hand snatched the back of his coat to pull herself up right again. She would regret that later, but it was better than falling on her rump and being left behind to die and waiting for Trinket to come to her aid.

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    Sweat trickled down Jean's neck, her body pressed against the wall of a neighboring building, her latest work hidden under a careful hologram. No one would find them at least for a few hours, maybe days when the smell started to get bad enough. Tugging the collar of her jacket closer to herself she focused on the crowds, each citizen passing by without a care or worry for the time being. Reaching into the bag she had slung across her back, Jeane placed a pair of tinted goggles across her eyes. Light blossomed in the darkness as an HUD appeared, numbers and schematics laid out before her eyes. With a twitch of her right index finger the communication link in her right ear extended, a small microphone appearing closer to her lips.

    The Spire channels were awash with muttered codes and words. Something was going on and the guards wwre getting twitchy. Jeane needed to get to Mahri and they needed to get the fuck off the planet. Touching a finger to her collar she pushed a button and the once baggy suit she wore was tightened. Mechanics clicked together as her jumpsuit glued itself to her skin, the plating of her back expanding while the firm material wrapped around her arms and legs. It was a field suit, one that allowed her to blend into any environment necessary. Stretching her shoulders carefully Jeane tugged her jacket closer, her pack slung across her shoulders. If anything she merely appeared now as an everyday citizen, with a few twitches of her fingers black curls became blond and her chest filled out further, as well as her hips. It was so easy to blend in when necessary.

    Finally moving from her spot in the ally Jeane kept a sedate pace though her strides were clipped. She slipped through the crowd like a snake, avoiding all contact as needed. Just as she was rounding the corner, just across the street from her charge, warning lights appeared across her glasses, followed quickly by an accompanying explosion. Knocked back, her guise fell revealing her true appearance. Swearing loudly Jeane picked herself up from the pavement, simulated sensors telling her how much pain she should be in, but she felt nothing but annoyance now. Snarling Jeane leapt into the street ignoring those who had fallen at her feet. Mahri was just there across the street, she could see the scared look in the others eyes. Jeane needed to erase that look. Just as she was closing in, Jeane was beaten to her charge.

    More alarms were blaring as Spire and police officials were closing in on the disaster zone. But no sound could escape the rushing pressure filling the mercenaries ears. The great Saedrian had a firm arm wrapped around Mahri. One of the most wanted and deadly men in the Galaxy was holding her charge hostage. Flicking out her hands, the two silver cuffs strapped to each wrist ignited with a purple light, two hand guns appearing in her grasp. Just as she was starting to lunge towards her companion, she was beaten by the Spire guards. Slinking past she selected a few more buttons and a sleek helmet wrapped around her head, a larger computer screen appearing before her eyes. Rounding the corner Jeane kept to the shadows, her communication unit screeching with life as she kept tabs on the fight brewing in the building to her right. Crouching low Jeane leapt suddenly the hydraulics in her legs depresurizing as she landed on the roof.

    Running her scanners, she could see right through the concrete below, she watched as Saedrian thought his way out of the inevitable. So typical. However , Jeane was focused on her charge who was kept mostly from harms way. Just as the duo was making their way to the back, Jeane leapt down, her suit adjusting once again, making her practically invisible. Crouching low Jeane peaked around the corner watching Mahri get shoved into the back of a truck. "No the fuck you aren't." Jeane spoke aloud.

    Rushing forward she pushed extra strength into her legs which propelled her towards Saedrian. Jumping up she kicked off the adjacent wall before roundhouse kicking one of the most feared men there was. "Mahri are you alright?" Jeane questioned while keeping her attention on the opponent at hand. One gun was pointed at the driver while the other was leveled at Saedrian. " I'm afraid I can't let you take my friend here." Joeans voice was calm and level though from behind her mask she was running through a number of possible solutions to this current problem, all of which predicted a fight. However a thought appeared.

    " Although... " she started the stopped her head Tilting to the side for a mere second, her focus once again trained on the two men. " I think we can work this out. Don't you? " Jeane purred whole she patted her back for her genius plan. " you obviously need to get away, while I need to get to the other side of town. I can get you there and under the radar." clipping one of her weapons to her waist Jeane stepped back while removing a smalldevice from her belt. Pressing the thin button another explosion rocked the ground though this time it was a building further down the street. "That will keep the guards off the scent for at least ten minutes, I can scramble the communication waves enough to create complete chaos also. " keeping her gun leveled right at Saedrian. " So either you can see how far you'll get on the open streets, free to every tracking device for miles, as well as release my charge back to me. Or I'll lend you the helping hand you obviously need and take us to the ports." Jeane clicked her tongue at the end, time was ticking and they needed to make a decision now.

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    It really was a good day to be alive, or so at least Malus thought; the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a perfect bluish hue, and most importantly, no body died in the rough landing. At least, no one important. He stared up with the glazen eyes of a dreamer, far off somewhere else - above and beyond everything. That was until a soft beep brought him back planetside, and once more he was looking at a sky and white puffy clouds that lazily drifted on by in this seemingly timeless moment of peace. Looking down at the device in his hand, a small light blinked at him with the subtle desire to be noticed. It seemed it was time to get to work. He stretched with a groan and quickly hopped off the piece of debris he had been left to sit on, the metal warm in the day's sunlight.

    The wreckage of "Forerunner" left him with a slight pang in his chest, and his stomach curled uneasily - but it didn't matter. All that was important was that his oh-so beloved captain had once more lead them to the brink of a terrible, miserable end, and teased death as he snatched them away from an ill-fated end. At least if he were to die, he'd die with a smile on his face and a scream of enjoyment stuck in his throat. His lips cracked in a wild grin, and he ran a hand through his short black hair. Maybe he was due for a bit of fun.

    Saedran had been gone for a long time, and some part of him felt an uneasy sense of foreboding, that was, until he realized it was Saedran and that no matter where he went or what he did, trouble would follow him... and here Malus sat baby sitting and missing out on all the fun. Damn that soulless man! Well, since he hadn't been invited along, Malus figured he'd go find some trouble of his own - and there was plenty to be had.

    Turning about he whistled softly to himself and made his way back into the depths of the ship, following the awkward twisting and turning of its corridors where some had been heavily damaged, and others currently impassible; but none the less he had a destination in mind, and nothing would keep him from his date with mischief. With that cat-like grace of his, he slipped into the hangar bay that doubled as a garage for maintenance on their various vehicles; and lo, there she sat - a gleaming dark beauty that just itched to be free. A sleek black bike with curves like a woman, and the fiery heart of one too.

    He danced over to temptation and his fingers slowly slid along the metallic body, his grin widening into madness and his eyes gleaming as brightly as the freshly restored body. Malus turned at the approach of the one he had been looking for and when his eyes met that of an actual woman, her eyes narrowed in supsicion and her jaw set stubbornly with the first thing that danced from his lips with a seductive pur, "My, my - just the person I was looking for. Hello Hannah."

    She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, staring back at the man - before he could so much as utter another word, she shut him down with only one syllable, "No." Her words were cold as ice and the daggers in her look made his skin prickle - but he always loved a challenge, and there was nothing better than skirting a woman's scorn. He stepped closer to her, moving as fluid as a dancer and when his hand came to rest on her hip she flinched - and as quick as his wits, he reached up in time to catch the hand that threatened to strike his handsome face.

    Lacing his fingers with hers, he knew he had her right where he wanted her, her expression softening and her body instinctively melting into his; her eyes held a deep anger, but even more so, there was a hunger like no other. Before he got distracted from the reason he was here, his hand slid along her waist, tugging at the tanktop that clung to her body, his eyes roaming over her with the act of mentally undressing her. Finally a shuddering sigh broke the tense silence between the two, and her hard amber eyes melted to honey, "Fine. Take it."

    Dancing back from her he quickly snatched the keys from her back pocket, and gave her ass a quick slap, and with a wink he didn't waste another moment hopping on the back of the bike; He felt a thrill of excitement as his legs gripped flawlessly to her side, and his hands wrapped around the handlebars. With a twist of the key, she roared to life, and the pur between his legs sent a thrill of pleasure coursing through his body. It was high time he had a bit of fun.

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    There was no more time. As some strange figure came leaping at him with a killing intent, he turned with his gun in time and pulled the trigger, one powerful shot connecting with the extended leg threatening his well being; the bullet tore straight through, boring a rather large hole through muscle and sinew and snapping bone, the force of it correcting her trajectory and leaving her to crash violently to the ground in a pile of flesh and blood. Leaning over the edge, he aimed the weapon directly at the strange woman. He had no room for discussion with the likes of her; but the jerk of the vehicle suddenly moving prevented him from ending her life right then and there. He didn't so much as spare a second glance at the pathetic, disfigured person. The only sparing thought he had was the warriness of not having killed her and now she was as easily forgotten as a single shell that danced in the dirt beside her with a slight clink.

    He turned away from the scene, his gun resting in his holster again before he sat down. It seemed all sorts of people were after him today. He made a mental note that if he ever saw that nuissance of a bounty hunter again, he would kill him for sure; up until now he had been generous enough to spare his life - finding him nothing more than an inconvenience, but now he had evoked his wrath. He turned his eyes back to the skyline where his ship and home waited. The damage to Forerunner was even more painful than the arm that had been brutally torn from his shoulder. He wondered if there would be a replacement for him by the time he got back.

    . . .

    With a slight frown, a young woman sat and watched the exchange between Malus and the mechanic. He was such a womanizer, what the hell did she even see in him!? The last thing Natalie wanted was to be there when her friend came crying to her with a broken heart. She might of been a doctor, but there were some hurts in this world that she just couldn't fix. Brushing elegant fingers along her face, she idly tucked a long strand of curly dark hair behind her ear; she was pretty enough, but nothing that many people looked at – it didn't take much imagination to know what part of her was missing beneath the blanket that lay across her lap.

    She pressed on a small lever and the chair she sat in began to roll forward, the motor humming softly as she wheeled on by. She watched as the monstrosity between Malus' legs came to life, and with a peeling screech, tore off from the Forerunner and off into the expanse, headed to his date with mischief. She followed down the ramp and shielded her eyes against the sun. How she had managed to survive was beyond her, but she couldn't bring herself to stay in the medical center with all the wounded and dying. Once more, there were some hurts she just couldn't fix.

    She let out a tired sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, staring off at the trail of dust Malus left behind him. Natalie swore he was more of a child trapped in a man's body than anything, and had somehow gotten lucky enough to survive this long. She couldn't understand why someone like Saedran of all things kept him on the ship. It seemed it would be a few days at least before the ship was flyable again, but being earthbound wasn't so bad. A slight glint caught her eye when suddenly something violently smashed into the ground and bounced, and a tangle of arms and legs flailed desperately for control though failed miserably, and a figure collapsed in a heap.

    It seemed the Forerunner picked up another stray. Rolling over to the fallen, (and hopefully dead) body, she frowned at the sight of a man laying face down in the dirt, with all the grace of a new born chick with no feathers, ugly and ungainly, and more often than not, dead or broken. “Hey you, wake up.” she called at him, though it was obvious he was unresponsive. It's days like this she hated being a doctor. Reaching into a small pouch on the side of her chair, she didn't hesitate to aim a small, square object at the man and pressed a button before a teather lashed out and stabbed into him, sending coils out to wrap around his body and secure him. She put the object in the holster by her chair, and carefully dragged him back on to the ship, slow, and unceremoniously, taking her time to pull him to the medical bay where someone might help her with her burden.

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    All was dark as Xeno lay there, bright hot colors flying through his mind. As he lay there, he dreamt of when he was young. He stood at the kitchen sink helping his mother with the dishes. The house was cluttered and dirty. No matter how many times they cleaned the place they could never wash away the poverty. They lived in the lower part of town where anyone would expect the poor to live. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Xeno, or at the time, Nicholas, ran to answer the door. When he opened it, he came face to face whith an elderly man covered in oil and mechanical grease. "Hey Nicholas, i've got a big surprise waiting for you back at my shop!" The mans eyes lit up and a grin spread across his cracked lips. He turned away and began walking. Nicholas told his mother he was headed out and then followed the old man.

    Once they arrived at his shop, the old man opened his garage and lead Nicholas in. Once inside, he made sure no one was watching and closed the door. He moved over to one of his many metal shelves and pulled down an object wrapped in cloth. He set it down on his work bench and motioned Nicholas over before removing the cloth. What Nicholas saw was a mechanical leg. A prosthetic to be exact. Johnathan was known to be the best mechanic on that particular planet. Yet he lived in the slums. The basics were all this old man needed. And someday, Nicholas was to be his successor. "Where'd you get this?" His eyes beamed and Johnathan looked proud at the way Nicholas looked at the prosthetic. "So where'd you get it from?" Nicholas looked up at him and Johnathan only beamed brighter. "I made it." He chortled. Nicholas just looked at him with awe. This leg was topnof the line at the time. Johnathan knew Nicholas had an interest in cybernetics. So he taught the boy everything he knew. Nicholas would come to further his education in the subject when he joined the academy. Johnathan gave Nicholas the blueprint to the arm and sent him on his way. When he got home, he ran to his room and dug a crate from under his bed. In it was as massive collection of blueprints and schematics of every prosthetic Johnathan made and repaired. Nicholas placed the paper in the crate and shoved it back under his bed... and thats where the memory ends, whited out by a sudden harsh waking.

    ....

    When Xeno came to, he was greeted by a sharp pang as whatever the woman grabbed him with stuck into his flesh and coiled around his body. "The fuck?!" He began to struggle violently, only making his body hurt worse. The nanites in his bloodstream had already begun to repair the burnt flesh on his shoulder, but they could not fix a broken bone or dislocated joints. He suddenly froze up however when he saw who was dragging him. A brown haired young lady who was.. rather attractive. Though when he saw her condition, unmistakable grief. He didn't know if she was born like that or if she suffered a severe injury. But regardless it was sad. He just looked away. His cheeks flushed pink. He had a case of selective muteness whenever around women, attractive ones especially, something he's had ever since childhood. He sat there silently and let her drag him off wherever she was taking him.

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    Mahrhi stumbled into the truck after Saedran. If she wanted to not go back, he was her best bet with no sight of Trinket around. It was stupid, ignorant, the child did not know what the hell she was getting into, but she did it anyways. It was a risk made with little time to think or prepare an essay on while she choose what she did. However, she had to face her new problem; and that was four scruffy crew members staring at back at her. She gulped, falling to her knees as soon as the truck began to move, only to pull her legs close to her chest. If she sat still enough, they would go away, pretend she was not there? Mahrhi could only Hope. So, she avoided her gaze and stared at Saedran’s boots, if he moved. She knew she needed to as well.

    Bam!

    A shot was fired and her eyes ripped from The Captains heels and to Trinket, launching herself at Saedran only to have a clean shot delivered to her leg. Mahrhi gasped in horror, and right then and there she realized that trouble she had gotten herself into. Panic sit in, crippling her from all emotions, sinking deep, deep into her hole.

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    The sing round buried itself deep into the calf of her left leg. Falling backwards, black, and neon green fluids dripped from the wound, multiple warnings appearing in front of Jeane's eyes. Her body was in shock, multiple systems over compensating for the injury and flooding the sensory relays. Landing hard on her back Jeane looked on in fear and anger as the vehicle sped off with her charge in tow. Snapping out her hand a small device flew through the air to land on the back of the vehicle, a small blue light blinking. The tracer appeared behind her HUD laying out fresh statistics.

    Scowling Jeane sat up as best she could glaring at the mess that had become of her leg. Already self repair nanites were busy at work piecing together fractured metal and synthetic lubricating tubes. Jeane was gritting her teeth so hard her jaw was beginning to ache, but the fake pain trying to flood through her nerves was keeping her attention for now. Flicking out her wrist numb fingers began typing away at te holo screen that appeared on her inner wrist, coordinates, maps, everything fluttered quickly. Having been based on the planet for so long, Jeane had multiple ways of getting around the city it seemed.

    Laying back against the stone wall, Jeane let her head fall back, it would be awhile before the repair nanites could finish their work, she'd have to help them along. A burst of hot air filled the small alley she was occupying, her eyes blinking open and looking upwards towards a black cruiser. Pressing another button on her inner wrist, a long black cable shot out from the cruiser and floated down to her. Attaching herself to the cable she was lifted into the cruiser her back falling into the cool metal of the drivers seat. Her fingers ran through autopilot as she picked up the signal of her tracer beacon. Once the signal had been found the cruiser shot forward, cloaking shields slipping into place masking the cruiser as the engines hummed.

    Pressing a bright green button on the control panel the seat folded back allowing Jeane to pull her injured leg up for closer view. She could see straight through the black metal, a clean wound for the most part. Sighing she reached down and pulled out her compact medical kit. Removing a silver canister she began sprayer directly into the wound, new metal latching onto the edges of the wound and filling the hole.This would at least allow more stability and support for the time being. It wasn't a final repair, but once she got Mahri and they were off planet, then proper steps for repair could take place. Sliding closer to the controls her fingers flitted across the screens, tracker her charge and her inevitable captors.

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