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Vergo Flux (SC RP); It's a working title
Topic Started: Jul 1 2011, 02:28 PM (8,281 Views)
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Alissa stopped as the hanger was visited by yet another ship, she looked toward the hugely armored marines as her suits computer began its threat assessment Alissa turned her attention to the marine Sergeant.

“Move for extraction, follow their instructions” she said indicating the new arrivals “and keep them under guard”

And with that she started toward the exit of the hanger heading back to the flight deck where the blackbird was sitting ready.

While Alissa was making her way toward the flight deck her ship radioed Travis and Jenossa

*** Ms. Arma, Mr. Clark you have a less obstructed path to the flight deck, transmitting route***

All around them the ship was well underway to an ordered evacuation, the beauty of a military ship was that they trained for everything as such there was seldom panic. Alissa stopped looking toward Leena and Ghelm along with twilight who in spite of being clearly the most dangerous prisoner aboard that vessel had been the least amount of trouble.

“You three follow me” and with that Alissa pulled Grace along through the corridors toward the flight deck where her ship was already powering engines for departure. Alissa climbed the ramp into the cargo area of the black bird and pushed grace down to sit on a crate “do not move” she moved to a weapons locker which locked as she approached it and lifted out a heavy riffle before moving back to the opening and setting up waiting to cover Jenossa and Travis if they were pursued.
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Twilight 'groaned' in frustration, a sound that was more of a hiss than what one might expect. Things were going nowhere fast, he was stuck waiting for these humans to decide what to do with everyone while the ship was likely under assault. How was he to prove his willingness to cooperate if he wasn't allowed to move from the spot? With nothing better to do he silently observed the conversation between Ghelm and Lenna, they were an odd pair to say the least, Ghelm didn't seem to unusual but his companion on the other hand... There was something about her that bothered him, but he couldn't but his finger on what.

A short ways away, just barely within audible distance Grace was pleading to Alissa to meet someone named Travis, the name was familiar to him- not anyone he knew personally, but he knew of a Bounty Hunter named Travis but only through hearsay. She claimed he could help her "clear her name", something Twilight found interesting. The prison ship guards had claimed her to be part of a criminal syndicate, didn't that mean she was a criminal by definition? He supposed it was possible they had no evidence for much of her activities, but this Travis had busted her on one occassion.

She seemed to look his way, the expression on her face being one that he had come to associate with pleading, he didn't really understand why she looked to his aid though, what could he possibly do to help her case? Besides, trying to help her could put him in a worse position, and that was not favorable... Still, it seemed wrong to not at least ask to have her request to meet Travis humored. He considered how to approach this situation when a large dropship of unknown design flew into the hangar bay and began unloading a dozen heavily armored marines, this caused a bit of unrest among the people there but it was quickly changed to relief when the leader, someone whose voice Twilight recognized from the prison ships comm told them the reason they were there.

Wasting no time Alissa ordered the soldiers to follow the new arrivals instructions and evacuation begun in an ordered fashion, shortly after she began to drag Grace along with her, while ordering Twilight, Ghelm and Lenna to come with her. Twilight did as ordered, figuring she wanted to keep a closer eye on him and the more suspicious individuals on the vessel, something he could hardly fault her for. As they walked toward Hangar 1 where Alissas ship was located Twilight could not help but ask "So the situation is under control?" Probably the closest to snark Twilight had ever come, so one could maybe see it as a development.

Once they arrived at the ship and Alissa brought out a heavy rifle to watch for any incoming threats Twilight could only assume they were waiting for someone, possibly this Travis. "I'm certain you will get your chance to speak to Travis sooner or later, but as you can tell this is hardly the time for that." Twilight said to Grace as he walked to the exit ramp, being sure to keep a few meters distance from Alissa as to not seem threatening. "If you don't mind, I can cover for anything that might get too close." As he said this he flexed the claws on his right hand. Sure he could help with long range coverage as well, but he didn't dare unleash his internal energies when they were about to fly off in a smaller ship.
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Without barely so much as a cursory glance to Alissa, Lenna followed, but not because she had been ordered by her; because she had orders from higher up. And if the situation was any indication, this was the excellent opportunity to leave this ship and return back. Finish her objectives and be rid of this ambiguous, existential crisis of hers.

And it wasn't hard. One the skills she had mastered the most - and those skills always stayed regardless of brain panning - was stealth and subtly, and with the proper distance, she was making her way back into the cargo ship she had stolen without Alissa noticing.

Although a side glance told her Ghelm had mirrored her movements and was following her, but that didn't bother her. In fact, it was good. Completing her optional objective was not only an incentive but safety for Dominion security; and given the face and flurry of thoughts, Ghelm was off in his own world, simply trailing behind her subconsciously.

Why, she didn't know, but she personally didn't care. As soon as they deep within the ship, she whipped out the stolen gun, shot Ghelm dead in the heart.

At least...that's how it should have played out.

Instead, she could only stand stock still with the gun aimed at Ghelm, who blinked back at her in brief perplexity. Then, to her complete astonishment, he focused on her with crossed arms and said, "Go on, do it."

Blinking back in momentary bemusement, she responded with a steely demeanor, a tense stance and a cock of the gun. And yet...no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't - she just couldn't do it, as if the smallest yet most important part of her mind simply refused to say 'yes'. Why? Why couldn't she. Rather than posing this question to Ghelm, she asked, "Why...aren't you afraid?"

And he responded with her the actual question, "Why didn't you kill me when we first met? Or the million other chances you had? Why didn't you just let that zergling just eat me?"

Her demeanor breaking, Lenna almost yelled back in frustration, "I don't know." The hand holding the gun began to quiver.

"Well that's certainly interesting."

"What is?"

"Well you not knowing, of course. Any person would normally know why they did something, even subconsciously or automatically. Yet you -you can't make out? Why?"

The hand began to shake now

"I don't. All I know is that it was like...a reflex."

"Like...a survival instinct?" Ghelm suggested.

Lenna blinked, "Yes...how'd you guess."

"Just an educated guess really," Ghelm admitted in honesty, and Lenna could just tell it was honesty. "The only logical explanation really, well, as far as 'logical' goes. I mean reacted like I was a part of you; not based on love or care or self-rightousness." He furrowed his brow in thought, "But y know what, right now now I reckon this isn't just because of some strange, alien reflex. "

"Then what?"

The gun's hammer was thumbed back to a safe position.

And for the first time since they met, Ghelm looked at her coldly. Very coldly. "Simple. You shoot me, right here and now, without a breath of defense or ounce of aggression, and you'd be committing an act no less than murder."

The gun shook more wildly than ever.

"You're the enemy," she countered.

"Doesn't matter," Ghelm stated with hard fact, "still the same thing regardless of how you try and justify it. And you know it, because despite whatever brain panning you go through, I bet deep down there's still some vague sense of 'principle.'"

"No I there isn't."

"Oh yes there is. It explains why your hand is shaking...and why you're crying."

The gun clattered to the floor. Lenna tentatively touched the wet, warm streaks across her cheeks, and looked to see a tear held on her index finger. Tears? How was she crying? A Ghost shouldn't be, she just shouldn't, so -

No!

Just leave. Now. She didn't have to kill Ghelm, she just needed to deliver the cargo. That was it. Nothing else. Nothing more.

She shook her frustrated head while tears still rolled down it, and turned her back to Ghelm. "I'm going," she stated simply.

"Just like that. You're gonna leave after everything you've seen."

"Yes," she whirled around, "because I have no part in this. I have my orders and I'm carrying them out. And once I've returned to the Dominion I can be brain panned and forget any of this happened."

Ghelm looked at her shocked, "What!? You say that like it's a good thing."

"It is," Lenna stated with strong emphasize, "because then I'll be able to do my duty without any emotional hinderance."

Ghelm went from shock to be appalled. "So that's it? So that's what they really make you telepathic people into?"

"Yes, a Ghost. Now you leaving or staying here?"

"Leaving," he stated, picking up his box of tools and parts, "to do something other than have a mindless life. Or in your case, mindless murderous."

And with that he left, leaving Lenna with a sudden pain in her chest.
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A flustered, irrate Ghelm met Alissa with his tool box in hand. "So, did you actually want me for something or did you just want me here so I could hide in a safe corner? Because I'm going to warn 'ya, if it's the latter, I'm gonna need to bum a ride off you."

Even as he spoke, amongst all the metallic creaking noise, a scratching noise was starting to become noticable from one of the hanger's walls. The one nearest to Alissa's ship; the one that seem to have uglies eating their way through on the other side of the bulkhead.
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***Scanners are detecting a large concentration of Zerg Biomass behind that bulkhead…it will not hold long***

Sometimes her ships computer appeared to have mastered understatement, Alissa looked toward the bulkhead that was beginning to show signs of stress and swung the heavy gun around to face it before reaching over her shoulder and liberating her own assault rifle which expanded as she offered it over to Ghelm.

“we are waiting to leave, you see a Zerg you shoot it” came her calm slightly modulated voice through her suites speaker before she turned her attention back to the place they were about to get company through. The Blackbird powered its engines lifting its landing struts from the ground hovering as to be ready to leave the moment they were all secure.

“You two will want to hurry, the hangar is about to become very crowded” Alissa said over the radio moments before opening fire on the first signs of zerg to come through the wall. The weapon barked a steady rhythm as bursts of blue green energy flew at the zerg where it seemed to have a rather dramatic effect on the organic armor of the creatures. Just the same with the required sustained fire the heat sinks along the barrel began to first give off heat before beginning to glow slightly.
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Within an unbelievably short timeframe, the Claymore had gone from a veritable safe haven in the vacuum of space to a celestial, living nightmare.

As Travis and Jenosa frantically made their way through the rapidly darkening cooridors (since he had the map in the suit HUD, he was leading), the amount of danger was immediately made apparent: Zerg everywhere. Coming from the halls, the ceiling, the vents, some places in the floor... EVERYWHERE. And traces of that gray organic growth were starting to appear along the inner surfaces of the hall shafts.

No matter how he looked at it, Travis knew that this was a dangerous situation for everyone involved; the poor crew in Med Block B had learned that first-hand.

There was a loud hiss as they both rounded a corner, and the muzzle flash from Travis’ rifle was all that illuminated the darkened hall, the serpentine creature slumping to the floor with parts of its skull blasted clean off.

(One of the ones that shoots spines...? I thought we killed all of them in the hangar...?)

“Not good… down to four clips...” He grumbled as the pair leapt over the corpse.

All around, groans and growls were filling the air; from the walls, sometimes nearby… it was hard to tell.

“Hey, Jenosa… you… holding up okay…?” He said, managing bursts of words between breaths.

And that’s when they were interrupted by the most horrific chorale of gurgling, shrieks, moans and cries of pain echoing down the hall.

Travis had to keep himself from looking away in both pity and disgust. Another group of zerg victims, horrifically twisted and mutated. The few that seemed cognizant enough of their condition seemed to reach out desperately to them both as if they were their only chance.

“Kill… us….. please….!”

“End…. It…. Finish it……”

Their words tore at his spirit, their suffering so immediately apparent. But they couldn’t stop; if they did, then the two of them would never leave alive.

Travis grimaced under the helmet and continued to press on, seeking to guide the escape as stoically as he could manage.
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Twilight waited impatiently for a response from the woman but got none. Normally he was quite patient, especially for a member of the Warrior Caste, but his current circumstances and the situation itself had put him on edge. He just got more flustered when the woman handed the newest arrival, an ordinary human from the looks of it, her own gun before she continued to watch the hangar. He clenched his clawed fists in frustration, the claws digging into the 'palms' of his hands. He was not used to being ignored, and for some reason it really frustrated him.

He didn't have much time to figure this out however, soon Zerg broke through one of the hangars bulkheads and poured out at them en-mass, he recognized a few as the same kind of creature that had attacked the prison ship, though the most common was a dog-like creature with spiked spines on their backs, along with infested humans and whatever other aliens who had been unable to escape. It was clear this was just the start of it as well, even with the constant pounding from Alissas heavy rifle it was apparent many zerg would still be able to slip through as the crevice was getting bigger and bigger...

"You may not approve, but all help is needed here. Concentrate on the bulkhead, I'll deal with the ones that get through." Twilight said to Alissa before he jumped off the hovering ship and landing with a heavy thud on the hangar floor, surveying the situation he could see several of the dog-like creatures had made it through the barrage and even though Ghelm managed to put several of them down, in the open space of the hangar their small bodies and fast movements did not make them an easy target.

Still, it was obvious they were going for the ship and with them trying to avoid Ghelm's gunfire it wasn't too hard to cut them off. With a burst of speed unlike what he had shown previously Twilight rushed off toward the closest Zergling, twisting his torso around to avoid the attack by it's back spines as he drove his right claws into the top of it's skull. He didn't pause however as he shot off in the opposite direction to intercept another Zergling, taking care to not cross Alissas line of fire as he did so. And as he caved in the skull of another Zergling he stopped for a moment to survey the hangar once more- He could immediately tell that if the people they were waiting on didn't arrive soon, then they'd soon be overwhelmed. At this rate he'd need to unleash his powers...

Being an Ing Twilight was naturally capable of energy manipulation, one of the common weapons used by Warrior Ing in ranged combat was trans-dimensional beams of energy after all. This was an ability that Twilight himself was unable to use in his current form, however as he had "evolved" from his Warrior Ing state he had achieved a near-perfect control of his own bodies energies, and as it was primarily made up of Dark and Light energy, this enabled him to use those as weapons, and a few other things. The question was if he could maintain control should he use it here, but perhaps a more pressing question was- how long could they hold out?
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Grace hated zip-ties. They were the worst. Escaping from handcuffs was easy, she'd been doing it since she was a teenager. And as Twilight had seen back at his cell, it only took her a couple of seconds. A regular Harry Houdini, she was. Theoretically, getting out of a zip-tie should be even easier, but for some reason, it was infinitely more frustrating. For all she knew, it was purely psychological. Not that it mattered when the frustration was real.

And Alissa had made it tight, too. Bitch wasn't taking any chances.

Already the plastic was chaffing her skin, though slowly but surely it was coming off. Hearing that horrible alien screeching that sent so many chills down her spine only made her work all the faster. She swore she could feel some cuts.

And then her hands were free.

Without hesitation, she jumped up off the crate and dashed for the open weapon locker, grabbing a pistol and a sub-machine gun while the others had their attention elsewhere. Tucking the pistol into her waistband, she was about to head to the back of the bay and take a defensive position, and then she heard that scream again.

She turned around and headed back to the bay door, standing right next to Alissa. Without a word, she started firing at the creatures with the SMG. Her knee may have been wonky, but her aim was just as true as ever.
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Lenna stood motionless inside the ship's hanger as she watched Ghelm leave, his parting words stinging her so hard it just shocked her. It just did; she wasn't a mindless murderous person, she knew that; she was just a Ghost doing her duty for her government. That was the path she had chosen. Except now, those words were beginning to make her realize a terrible truth ab-

Something in the back of her mind tugged like a rope. It pulled, it stretch, and it went taught all before snapping. And then every thought about what she had become or what would happened next vanished. Or more accurately, were pressed down so far in her mind they were no longer part of her consciousness. Only completing her primary objectives were now. Nothing else.

The neural inhibitor implanted within her cranium was no longer being mysteriously overruled. It was now accomplishing what it had been functionally, but momentarily unsuccessfully, doing; to make Lenna, or Agent P45293Q, absolutely obedient to her orders. Her mentality had effectively returned to way it had been before this whole fiasco started.

...Well, almost. The tight pain in her chest still lingered no matter how forgotten Ghelm's words were, but as a Ghost's she was meant to ignore pain whenever necessary. And she coolly went about her business on the ship as if it was nothing. She double checked the engine status and power reserves, as well as the cargo that was her primary objective. Both were where and what they should; good, she concluded. Now to finally depart; bringing the engine to life, she gripped the handle for the hanger door and-

No!

Every part of her arm and hand holding the handle just locked in it's place, going stiff as stone. None of it would move towards her conditioned will, none at all; it was like before, when she tried to conscious shoot Ghelm but couldn't. Only this time the disagreeing aspect of her wasn't quiet, it was shouted loudly from the depths of her subconscious.

And the pain in her chest amplified tenfold.

She couldn't do it. In the end, no amount of thought brought about the impulse to close the ship's cargo doors, and it was maddening. If she couldn't carry out her orders, then what the hell was she supposed to do?

It was then she glanced out the cockpit's window and noticed the commotion outside.
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That was...a weird feeling, Ghelm thought. It was as if a cord in the back of his mind had...stretched and snapped; almost right when he walked up to Alissa. And most of all, it was as if he was...missing something now. Odd.

But that didn't seem to be all as important as the weapon that Alissa was handing to Ghelm. "Uhhmm," he said, holding the weapon nervously, "I really, really using don't like using guns. At all. And I really mean that." And he added, "Couldn't I just, y'know...fall back to maintenance support?"

The stern look he got from Alissa was all the answer he need.

"Right, right, probably isn't the best time for that." He gulped as the bulkhead started to split open. Metal tore, bent and was soon ripped open by claws and hands as it was all just tinfoil; monsters began to streaming, creating a widening breach that sparked and flared on the left side from torn, live power cords...

An idea flashed in Ghelm's mind. A big idea. A great idea - no, a brilliant one in fact; one that could be so life saving that it actually made him ecstatic to implement. Except...except he couldn't remember what it was. One second it had been there, the next it was just muddled thoughts. The wonderful clarity that had been accompanying him since this entire fiasco started had begun to degrade - guess that wonder anesthetic was wearing off.

Already he was having trouble trying to just organize his thoughts, especially in a tense situation like this. And the unsettling, vibrating sensation of shooting a lethal weapon - even it was aimed at murderous aliens - didn't help either, or the 'noise' at that matter. Not just the noise going on all around him, but the ringing and rippling noise that was beginning to fill the inside of his skull as more zerg came in.

As is, he struggled enough with a panicked face to simply keep his train of thought of where and when to pull the trigger, much less recollect what he felt was such an important idea. At this rate, the growing cacophony inside skull be the first to make him too disoriented to fight.

And then, all of sudden, a sharp but beautiful tune cut strait through racket. So much that his mind itself sang along with, as one might would with a favorite song of theirs.

Almost instantly, his thoughts became organized and everything became clear. The shooting, the commotion, his idea. Oh, and the zergling that had been stopped only inches from his face with a C10 rifle shot to it's face. Ghelm whipped around in surprise and bewilderment to the only direction it could have been fired from.

"Well, don't just stand there, keep shooting!"

Although she still wore the work clothes, Lenna obviously looked battle with her stance, firing her C10 rifle from the cargo ship's hold. Instead of following her orders, though, Ghelm ran strait up to the cargo bay. "You haven't left!?" he exclaimed excitedly.

"I changed my mind," she replied.

Ghelm looked at her, perturbed, "No, you didn't; you didn't change your mind - no, wait, yes you did, but you didn't, and-"

"Ghelm! Fire! Now!"

"No," he said, dropping the rifle, "I have a much better idea. Maintenance support!"

"What!?" Lenna exclaimed, "this isn't the time for the that. The gap in the bulkhead is getting bigger."

"Oh it's he perfect time, and I have much more permanent solution for all of this. Well," he added, "better long term. Or short."

He quickly clipped some magnetic clamps to the ship's retractable power cable.

"Fine. Then why the fekk haven't you guys left yet?" Lenna asked in between rifle shots.

"They're waiting for some friends to get back I think." He greatly exposed the cable's conductive elements, stuck a makeshift weight to the end, looked at it for a moment, and checked the reverse feed settings. Slinging the discarded rifle onto his back, he said "Alright, when I stick this sucker against the bulkhead, I want you to flip that switch, got it. Now cover me!"

"What!?" was all she could say before he ran right strait for the open bulkhead. She swore, and made a savage yell as she repeatedly fire her C10 rifle at anything that got close to Ghelm. And he didn't have to go far, not with the weight end and a good arm, slapping the magnetized end against the side of the gap with the sparking wires.

The effect was as Ghelm had hoped. As soon as Lenna swiftly hit the power feeds output switch, lightning arced between the two bend bulkhead sections; effectively creating an electric barrier zapping anything coming out of the gap.

Ghelm screamed triumphantly after he had fend off some stragglers, and ran to his cargo ship.

"That was insane," Lenna said.

"No, that was fun!"
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"Shit shit SHIT!"

Jenosa swore her head off as soon they realized what was going on. Too late. Why is it always too late? Dammit! She expressed an incredible amount of frustration; it had been like before, back on Inos, only this time many more people had been lost.

She honestly wished she could just stay and burn everything; right here and now. But she knew it would be foolish to do so, and so she followed Travis, torching and blasting whatever zerg got in their way; but only that.

When Travis asked about her own condition, she replied between heavy breathes, "I'm fine. You, on the other hand, don't look exactly hot as I am right now. Let's go, we're almost out of here."

(OOC: Alright everyone. HAVE AT IT. if you even feel like it, you can simply write Travis and Jenosa coming into the hanger and so on. All on to you folks.)
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And then, suddenly, through the significantly-sized gap the cacophony of roars and shrieks gave way to bestial yowls of pain and the sound of flesh meeting metal walls.

Briefly... everyone in the hangar stopped before shrieking in terror as the room began to shake, save perhaps for Alissa and the few brave souls still standing firm.

Something BIG was coming towards the bulkhead.

Over the din almost nobody noticed the gap creaking open and Travis leaping out with Jenosa in tow, the armored hunter waving his hands frantically and raising his voice as loudly as the suit would permit.

"STOP SHOOTING AND CLEAR THE HANGAR! NOW!!!" He shouted as loudly as he could manage over the chorus of dinning roars and screeches of the zerg just beyond the metal barricade, sprinting as quickly as he could for the Thunderwolf.

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(Moments before...)


Thankfully, the dash to the hangar had been... routine, almost easy, if extremely lengthy. For Travis and Jenosa it was the matter of dodging the fast little ones, shooting the ones that you couldn't avoid, braining the ones that shot spines and outrunning the ones which spewed acid.

But when they both turned the corner to the main hall leading into the hangar, Travis noticed it had become very, -very- quiet.

What was going on...? Why were all but the ones gnawing at the door pulling back...?

And in their momentary confusion, that was when they both heard them roaring in cacophony.

They heard the mass of creatures first before they saw them, but when they rounded the corner Travis privately mused this monstrosity coming through the corridors had to be something borne from the flames of hell.

To start with, this wall of flesh advancing to them was beyond MASSIVE. Zerg, all shapes and sizes, were huddling together while running at top speed. Slowly, but surely, they were forming a large tidal wave made out of flesh.

This was... this wasn't just vicious, it was intelligent...!

Still... the arrival of this swarm, wherever it had come from, was no accident. Since most of the smaller Zerg couldn't break the bulwark quickly while alone, they were going to use this behemoth of numbers to break down the door to get at the evacuating survivors.

This was insidious as it was perilous.

Hoo... this was going to be close... Dangerously so.

Travis reached into the compartment on the back of his suit waist, pulled another power bomb, primed the timer to go off in 20 seconds, and threw it as far down the hall at that monstrous wall of flesh as far as he could manage.

"Jenosa... just follow me and whatever you do: DON'T STOP!!!"

And putting the enhancements of his suit to good use, he quickly managed to outpace Jenosa, moving as a chrome blur and picking up enough velocity that he splattered the zerg in his way with considerable force as he smashed forward (and with enough force to his step that the metal groaned under his feet). The impact ended up killing them with crushing force and left enough of a hole in the bulkhead for a human to comfortably fit through.

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The sprint from their point of landing left the entire remaining crew gathered in the hangar in chaos, the swarms shrieking, roars and bellows echoing from beyond the bulkhead. Everyone was scrambling to get on board the transports.

10.... 9..... 8.....

There wasn't much time, and if he was doing the calculations right in his head, anybody not behind a wall of sorts was going to be in serious danger in a moment if they were near the door.


7... 6....

No time to see if everyone else but Jenosa had made it out; that would have to come later.

He turned from the hole and broke into a run.

5...... 4.....

The roars from the creature grew ever louder as the hangar started to shake; giant footsteps were heard echoing from the corridor.

3....

Just as abruptly, Travis bent at the knee and sprung up into the air, using his momentum to land near the Thunderwolf's waiting ramp. He didn't wait to see if Jenosa was right behind him, he assumed very directly that she was; why wouldn't she be?

2....

"CONSTANTINE, SEAL THE RAMP AND GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE! TAKE US NEAR THE FRIENDLY SHIP!" He shouted, finally stopping to catch his breath.

1....

["I think you must be mad sometimes..."] A mechanical voice answered through the frigate's lower deck, the engines whining to life and the frigate beginning its exit of the Claymore hangar.

And suddenly, there was a very distant flash from the other side of the bulkhead, and the ship was again rocked by another heavy explosion; the noise of what seemed like a very violent ripped through the hangar and the light of the blast intensified; the positively massive chorus of zerg could be heard dying - horribly - on the other side of the bulkhead from the detonating power bomb.

Safe... finally safe, for now.

Travis slumped along the ramp walls, glad to be in safety.

"Constantine... patch.... patch... patch me through to our rescuers..."

He assumed that Jenosa had managed to follow him inside or otherwise boarded the ship.

"I... I don't know who you folks are, but thank you."

((Minor writing snafu there, sorry folks.))
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OOC: was quite tired when I wrote this, so if there's any problems anywhere feel free to PM me and I'll fix it.


Had he been human Twilight would be gasping for breath at this point, instead his exhaustion showed itself to him by a severe weakness in his limbs and the more exposed parts of his 'skin' seemed to be letting off a faint gas-lie substance. He had been bolting from one side of the hangar to the next, taking out any Zerg that managed to get through Alissas barrage, but without using his powers his reach was limited and in a moment of weakness a Zerg managed to get through and was about to get Ghelm.

But then an unexpected reinforcement arrived in the form of Lenna, whom they had been told had taken a different escape route. Seems she had a change of mind. He didn't have anymore time to think of this however as one of the larger Zerg, a Hydralisk had managed to creed around the bodies of it's slain brethren and now fired a salvo of razor-sharp spines toward the group on/near Alissas ship. Not wanting to risk casualties over there he threw himself in the line of fire, blocking the majority of the spines with his body as several deflected of his armour but more embedded themselves deep.

Twilight let out a mix of a shriek and a growl at the pain as he fell over on the ground after literally throwing himself in the line of fire, but though he was in severe pain those kinds of projectiles were not lethal to him unless in a very large quantity. One of the people behind him soon finished the Hydralisk, and as he stood up slowly he noticed that Grace had slipped free and had joined the fight. Well, at least she wasn't running this time around.

Another thing he soon noticed was how Ghelm was rushing straight toward the breach with a cable of some kind in his grasp, while Lenna was frantically trying her best to cover for him... What was that human thinking!? He tried to get up and rush to his aid, but a spike had stuck itself in the knee intersection of his armour, preventing him from bending it fully, the suddenness of this caused him to almost fall over again. Letting out a frustrated hiss Twilight grabbed the spine and tore it out, but by the time he was ready to start moving again Ghelm had already accomplished his mission, and an electrical surge was now going through the bulkhead near the breach, frying any Zerg trying to get through... Impressive.

With a small respite Twiligt hobbled up toward Ghelm, still covered in spikes and with a big open wound in his knee, showing the slowly closing darkness within the armour. "Impressive feat, but you should have let me do it, I am far more durable than you. Still, good job." He said, before he slumped down on the ramp of the hovering ship, clearly exhausted, as he began to rip out the spines one by one, a black ooze escaping with each wound that was opened, though there did not appear to be any bleeding.

This was when the wall cracked in a different spot and a person in power armour came bursting through on the other end of the hangar, he was shouting for them to get out of there immediately... For the briefest of moments he thought he also saw a flash of red, but it soon disappeared behind another ship in the hangar. No, it couldn't be, could it? Twilight did as told, making his way inside the ship as fast as he could without falling over or getting in anyones way, which wasn't all too quick but he was already on the ramp, so it ought to work out regardless. On their escape he felt the ship rock while another massive blast could be heard, and felt by him, no question about it. It was the same kind of weapon used by Samus on Aether... Who other than Samus had access to such weaponry?
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