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[Samuel L. Kash]

OOC: Okay, so I'm tired of waiting...I'm going to start roleplaying. I don't even care if anyone would want to join, because I just want to write and get the rust off so that I can create something. Have a nice day.

IC: It was dark. The only light that came was from the small fire in the one corner of the room, and even the fire didn't help the cold from the metal she felt on her hind quarters as she sat down, her arms hugging her legs. The ball she was curled up into wouldn't help her at all if anyone came to kill her, rape her, take her for whatever reason. Her gun was blown to shrapnel only an hour earlier by an assassin so she had no mode of defense except her innate ability to fight them off, which was little to none due to the fact that her calf had been impaled by said shrapnel. She was helpless and there was nothing she could do about it... She didn't even know where her friends were, whether they had died or not, or if they were struggling just as she was.

The fire flickered a little until the last of the napkins burnt up. She cried a little as the last of the light left...and then there was only sobbing.

'Don't worry, you'll be just fine.'

Her head jerked to look up, which was a childish endeavor as there was no light to see who was there.

'Just try.'

Someone was speaking to her, but she couldn't reach out and see who...and a douse of hope pervaded where there was no hope before. She had to get up see for herself if there was someone alive. If she couldn't save them, she would say goodbye with the sincerest of intentions. Jane had to go on...she always had.

[Lightfoot]

Cinade worked furiously with the plasma arc welder, cutting through the layers of ritelanium that had been fused together by the final explosion that had rocked the Seraphim. The blood had dried on his brow and stopped running into his eyes fifteen minutes beforehand, and right now his only goal was to get through this block in the ship.

As he cut deeper and deeper into the metal, light began to poke through where Jane was sequestered. He finally breeched through and pulled out a small shaft. He struck the shaft, initiating the reaction and the rod began to glow. He tossed the rod into the room to illuminate its contents.

"Jane!" he called in surprise, "let's go, we can get off the ship. I've rigged the Icarus and it should get us at least to where we can hail another ship."

Cinade drew a crudely repaired plasma pistol and beckoned Jane to come.

[Samuel L. Kash]

"What the crap man!? I was just coming to get you!" She said trying to make light of the situation. To be honest, it was a defense mechanism because she was slightly disorientated by the sudden flash of light that just so happened to appear right where she was looking.

She tried to stand up but collapsed on the floor; she had forgotten about her leg. She propped herself up next to the wall and used it to stand herself up, then hobbled over to Cinade. He looked fairly beaten up, just as she did. He had a few pieces of gear on him, hopefully enough to get through this grave situation.

"First, I want to see if I can reach out to anyone else on the ship that may possibly be alive... We don't need to leave any of our friends behind," She said calmly as she rested her wait on Cinade's shoulder. She closed her eyes and put her middle and index fingers on her temple; it didn't really help the telepathic process, but it helped her concentrate.

She reached out...reaching, reaching, reaching...nothing. Not even a surface thought; either everyone else was dead or they were hiding their thoughts skillfully, which meant there may still be assassins on board of the ship...but if that were the case they would have to get creative in order to find Jane and Cinade. Most of the ships magnetic blast doors activated immediately after the initial explosion when the first vacuum opened up, but that could also hinder Jane and Cinade's movement and leave them wide open for attack.

She looked up at Cinade. "I got nothing. That could be good, and it could be bad... I think we should go now, m'kay?" Jane said, purposely acting as the sole patriarchal figure of the situation. Her eyesight dimmed a little, and it was at that point she realized that the shrapnel in her leg from her gun was causing her massive blood-loss instead of only minor as she had originally assumed.

The two started down the hall as quickly as they could manage. While on the way Jane asked Cinade, "Hey, does the Icarus have ample medical supplies? Because that'd be neat-o...'cause I ammmmmm....uhmmm bleeding from the leg. If I don't patch this up soon I could go comatose."

[Lightfoot]

"Yes, love, there are plenty of supplies, I packed the soddin' thing as full as I could with whatever the hell I could find. We should be able to see to that when we get to the ship."

They made thier way down the hallway as quickly as was possible with Jane's leg. As the light began to fade, Cinade reached into his pouch of salvaged equipment and found that is was devoid of another light other than the one he had used.

"Shite," he muttered, holstering his plasma pistol and extending his hand. A small blue orb began to form and grow in his hand, casting light before the pair. It projected no heat, only light. "I'm not sure how long I can hold it, Jane. It should be fine, because I'm only generating light, not heat, but there's honestly no telling."

Cinade's torn and ripped SL jacket hung loosely about his frame. One could see a severe burn on the left side of his abdomen underneath the jacket. Ironically, the burn was self-inflicted, an attempt by Cinade to stave the bleeding from a wound inflicted by one of the many assassins on the ship.

"It's not much farther. The bay is just up ahead. There's a hull breach, though, so we'll have to take a slight deto--"

One of the assassins dropped from a breech in the bulkheads from the level above. He landed hard on Cinade, taking him to the ground. Cinade turned and reached for his pistol, but the assassin was fast, dropping his knee on Cinade's wrist, pinioning it against the floor. Fortunately, the assassin hadn't taken inventory of Cinade's entire armament before his leap.

A metal cylinder flashed suddenly at the assassin's side, pointed in towards the man's gut. A spilt second later the assassin's eyes went cold as the blade of a plasma sword crackled its way through his flesh, charring through the man's abdomen and through the other side.

Cinade rolled the dead body off of himself and turned off the sword.

He looked at Jane, "We need to move. I don't know how many more there are."

[Ryan Fellheart]

"You're right. I think you'll need some help." The tall figure's eye's shimmered from the shadows. He then stepped into the dim light. The white symbol for hope written in Mahdi glowed on his chest. He stood almost nine feet tall, his blue fur was crusted over with what looked like oil. He smiled through the pain and Hemlock looked over his comrades.

He had a lesgrave toting it on his shoulder, and he grinded his canines through the sharp pain in his throat. The cut wasn't deep, but it has enough debris to make it burn. He grabbed a good bit of his gear. "Luckily I got the Ai Pearl right here in my Wrist Db. Now Jane you don't look so good come here, and I'll carry you." Hemlock couldn't think. He just had to get his friends out of there and quick.

" Too much has happened all at once. Let's get out of here and we'll sort it out later." he said extending his hand to Jane.

[Wolfe]

Picture the pentration that occurs prior to the fruit of conception, that was how the lone craftsman managed to get aboard this lone vessel. It drifted ceaselessly on the wisps of pink dust and idly drifting debris with no hopes of ever being discovered. To their luck it had been found, relinquished from its despair and bestowed with what glory they would find in the drifter whose ship now held their own.

Sprinting along the corridors, the wailing of sirens alerting him as that monotonous beacon had while he strayed off route to Ananda. Crimson lights danced before his eyes, trapped behind tubings and alerting all onboard to the critical conditions they now tread upon. His bronzed flesh glistened from perspiration gathered somewhere between the pod that had been ejected into this vessel and where he now slowed to a halt. This man, though his brilliance lie in craftsmanship, was no amateur when it came down to ballistics. Both hands were wrapped about the slender design of his 10mm Lancer's. Yes, plural. They happened to be outfitted with illegal parts forged by yours truly, however that ceased to be the matter. Things got still, the alarms cut off and the lights faded into their demise. Surrounded by gloom of a dead ship the man ran rummanged through his pockets for the only ource of light that he'd had. And when he brought it up to his face and clicked it until its liveliness was shown for all it was only a lighter.

"Umm... Anybody home?"

[Samuel L. Kash]

"Hemi!!!" Jane shouted as she hobbled over to him. He had blood dribbling all over him in various spots, but his chest insignia shone dimly. "I tried to sweep the ship to sense some life, but I got nothing. I thought you died! I'm so glad you didn't!!!" She said as she hugged him. After about three seconds she punched him in the gut. "Don't ever scare me like that again!"

[Lightfoot]

Cinade took hold of Hemlock's forearm in a handshake, "I'd thought you dead my friend. It's good to see you again."

He looked deeper into the corrider, his retinal enhancements cutting through the haze; his ears picked up the faint echo of a voice in the distance.

"We need to move. There's no telling how many assassins are left on the ship. I have an Icarus prepped to get out of here. All we need to to is set the auto-destruct. I'll not leave my home to be ravaged by salvagers."

His eyes met Hemlock's and he glanced down the hallway with them, sending Hemlock the nonverbal indication that he heard something in that direction, something that was not a normal sound for a sinking ship.

[Ryan Fellheart]

A quick gut shot from Jane felt all to relieving. " I'm glad the two of you are ok." he said as he shook Cinade's hand. Cinade's gaze quickily met his own, and Hemlock's ears twitched to a faint voice. Hemlock couldn't quite make out what was said, but it was toward where they were heading.

He pulled Jane up a put her on his back. " We must tread softly, Cinade." He turned toward the corridor. " Let's Go." He walked slowly with all senses at their peek waiting for the unexpected to happen, and the darkness of the ship to swallow them up. Even with all the danger that awaited, he remained confident through all his swagger. He was going to protect his friends.

[Logan]

OOC: Welcome back, bitches!

IC: The first thing Jacob Logan was aware of was that his head was throbbing. No shit, obese rhino dancing on his head, throbbing. Then he was aware the cold steel of the bridge's main deck on his face and then a continual dripping down the side of his face onto a growing puddle on the floor.

"Oh, sunovabitch...." he groaned as he rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes. His retinal implants malfunctioned for a span of a few seconds, probably thanks to the moderate wound on Logan's scalp. He curled into a fetal position and waited for his implants to resume their normal function.

The scary thing wasn't the blindness, the scary thing wasn't the head wound, it was the uncertainty. As far as Logan knew, everyone he cared about was dead, his ship was smashed, and there could be enemy boarders anywhere.

"Welcome to the suck, Logan," he mumbled to himself, recalling the phrase his soldiers had used in those far away places, during the battles with no name. Logan once more tried to open his eyes and this time, the implants blinked on.

Logan looked at his surrounding for the first and yet ten millionth time. At first he didn't recognize his star bound home. The roofplating had given away in several places, dragging with them several feet of wiring and breaking through a ventilation duct. Vapors spilled out and covered almost half the room. Lying a few feet away, Logan's PES-8 Desolator Rifle lay among the flotsam of destruction that littered the broken, darkened bridge. Logan checked the magazine for rounds and threw the gun around his torso with the shoulder strap. In the same movement, he checked his caster pistols. Both seemed to be in working order.

Logan nodded with satisfaction and walked over to one of the still fuctioning computer consoles. After fiddling with the engineering computer, Logan realized the extent of the damage to his ship. The Seraphim had been through the wringer this time and there wasn't any drydock that could fix her for the price he could pay. Not to mention the fact that there was a damn ship jutting out the side of The Seraphim. "Aw baby, say it ain't so," he said while running his hands lovingly over the console. After a moment's reflection he said "PEARL!"

"Yes, Captain Logan?"

"Prepare the ship for self-destruct and download yourself in this console's cystal drive."
"Yes, Captain"


Logan sighed and lit a cigarette. What about your crew? The thought blazed a trail into his mind over the haze of his cigarette and he felt a pang of shame at his irresponsibility.

Logan walked shakily over to the Intercom and pressed the shipwide commlink.
"This is your ... AHEM!" he cleared his throat of the fear he felt and calmed himself. A captain never shows his emotions, particularly if that emotion was nervousned bordering on fear. He started again, "This is Logan, The ship's back is broken and we all have approximately five, I say again, FIVE MINUTES before she scuttles. Anyone still alive, get the hell off this ship, I say again, GET THE HELL OFF THIS SHIP! We'll cry for her when we're safe. See you in Zero Grav boys and girls.

Logan closed the commlink and took a final drag off his cigarette before tossing it to the ground.

"Ready, Pearl?"
Yes, Catpain."

Logan ejected the data crystal from the console and slipped the AI in his RL jacket pocket.

"Umm... Anybody home?" The words and a faint light eminated from the other side of the mist cloud.

Logan quite ungracefully dropped to the floor and trained his Desolator in the general direction of the mist.

"This is Captain Logan, this is my ship. Advance and be recognized!" Most assassins didn't bother with greetings, so Logan held his fire. For now.

[Samuel L. Kash]

There was relative silence except for the sounds of metal creeking (which was there before even before the assault on the Pearl) and sparks spewing forth from damaged wiring when Logan's voice rang out over the intercom system.

"Logan's alive! I thought he died in the initial explosion!!" Jane yelled in a quick bolt of energy that she did not know she had. It was too bad for Hemlock that her shrill voice was right beside his ears.

"Sorry, Hemi, I got excited...so are we going to get him or are we going to rendevous avec ta capitain sous le hangar?" She asked them as she pet Hemlock's head.

[Lightfoot]

"I believe you mean 'rendez-vous avec notre captain dans le hangar,' love. Unless of course you meant 'meet your captain under the hangar."

Cinade chuckled as he ribbed Jane. "I think that the wisest course of action would be for us to get the the Icarus first; when we're there, Hemlock can outfit himself with a commlink and search for Logan whilst I make some last-minute repairs and make sure everything is in order on the Icarus."

Cinade hobbled down the hall alongside his companions. They made it to the hangar and Cinade went immedeately to the pilot's seat and began the fire-up procedure for the Icarus.

He thrust a commlink into Hemlock's hand and spoke, "You've got three minutes to find him. Try hailing him on the commlink before you try anything else. We'll wait until we have fifteen seconds seconds left, then we're tearing the hell out of here. Good luck, my friend, I will pray for you."

[Wolfe]

"This is Captain Logan, this is my ship. Advance and be recognized!" A voice had called out through the pitch-black, slightly unnerving Wolfe. This was not quite the formula for mixing the cure for an outbreak of a new epidemic. As a matter-of-fact it scared the shit out of the man, manipulating him into squeezing down the trigger of one of the pistols he held. That only twisted the equation out of its correct pathway, as the electric trigger ejected every single slug that took refuge within their casing. Then all was still.

"...Shit." Wolfe managed to mutter before a hail of gunfire came upon him, though he was lucky enough to throw himself behind a container of metal. The landin wasn't quite what he could have asked for, there was someone there that did little in cushioning his fall as people you land on are expected to do.

"Shut up," They said, a poisonous tone dripping from their lips as metal was pressed up against the side of Wolfe's head. "You're gonna help me kill the Captain in the next room."

"Wait..." Wolfe whispered, "Can you even see me?"

A load of muffled cries escaped the barrel of the second pistol, filling the strangers gut with enough slugs to assume they'd been part of a meal. Wolfe quickly threw the man off of himself, trying not to get blood on himself.

"Captain?! Logan?!" Wolfe shouted back to where his bullets had accidentally flung themselves. He just hoped that none of them hit the unintended target. "Um.. there's a guy out here.. He was shooting, if you got shot. Just don't shoot, I'm coming in."

[Samuel L. Kash]

"Whatever, I'm learning. Give me a break...let's just focus on getting out of here, in lieu of french grammar," Jane shot back; she was only happy that the majority of her friends were still alive. She grabbed a fistful of mane as they departed for the Icarus.

Once at the Icarus gunfire rang out through the hallways like a wildfire spreading across a dry plain. "Logan!" Jane shouted as she was being settled down inside of the Icarus. "Someone go help him!!! Or whoever he's shooting at!!--I mean...for the love of the stars, just go and come back safe!" She couldn't help but stammer, for the shrapnel in her leg was causing intense bleeding. She looked around on the innards of the Icarus for a medical kit with which to treat her wound and possibly get rid of the piece of ritelanium in her leg.

She found a medical kit, albeit quite under equipped, though the necessary utensils for Jane's purposes were present, except for something to numb the pain. There was a long rod with a powerful magnet on the end, forceps, and a foam bandage applicator, along with various other medical equipment inside of the kit. Jane pulled out the necessary equipment and set the aside and hoped to the stars that they were clean and disinfected (but with the crew of the Seraphim, the vast majority of items on board were in fact not clean or disinfected).

"Shinade, I may need your help when you get tchrough wit whatever you're dealing wit, okay Shunshine? Ya know, wit like cauterizjing de wound? Or maybe jusht taking dish f-ing metal out of my leg...y'know?" said as she fixed a tourniquet right below her knee with one hand and her mouth; her other hand was too busy rummaging through the Medkit for something to numb the pain, but two searches was enough to satisfy her longing and hope.

'I never catch a break...' Jane thought to herself.

[Lightfoot]

Cinade rapidly entered numerical sequences into the console of the Icarus. The craft hummed to life for several seconds before a mess of wires sparked overhead and the engines died.

"Bugger," Cinade muttered, standing to try and repair the wiring as best he could, "blasted thing works like a charm until we bloody well need it!"

He spliced some wires together in a very crude fashion and sat back down at the console. The ship shook to life a second time, this time longer, before the lights began to flicker.

"No!" Cinade exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the console. The lights stopped flickering and stayed on.

Shrugging his shoulders, Cinade reviewed the other systems, "works for me."

He turned in the pilot's seat and looked at Jane, "I can help, love, but I don't really have a great deal of knowledge concerning the proper removal of the shrapnel. I can get it out, and stop the bleeding."

He got up and limped over to Jane. He sat cross legged to her side and gently took her leg and straightened it out across his lap. Grabbing the forceps and the magnetic probe, he looked at Jane.

"Are you ready?"

He inserted the probe into her leg and felt it take hold of the sliver of ritelanium. When the connection was secure, he inserted the forceps and took hold of the metal with them.

"On three: one, two, three--" he pulled the sliver of metal out quickly and held it aloft. It was a full two and a half inches long and covered in crimson Valertrez blood.

"Alright, I still need to cauterize the wound."

Cinade placed his right hand on Jane's thigh and pressed down with a good deal of force. With his left hand, he formed a glowing orb of energy. He lowered his hand to the wound and pressed the orb against it.

Jane's flesh sizzled and the illunia globe seared the wound shut. "I'm terribly sorry about all that, love, but you should be good for at least a little while now. Are you ok?"