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Vergo Flux (SC RP); It's a working title
Topic Started: Jul 1 2011, 02:28 PM (8,286 Views)
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"Don't listen to a word it says!"

All eyes turned towards the front of the cabin, where Grace had risen from her seat and began slowly walking towards Twilight. Her hands were cuffed like all the others, and her eyes burned with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"That thing is dangerous," she said. "It can't be trusted."

"You know this guy?" asked one of the guards as he held up his hand, indicating to her to step no further.

"I know it's kind," Grace replied. "They're called Darklings. It's not much of a stretch to call them demons from another realm. They possess living bodies - or sometimes dead ones - and proceed to slaughter everything in sight. The more intelligent ones try and work their fingers into your mind, make you do their bidding." She never took her eyes off Twilight. "We'd all be better off if we just toss it out the airlock."

The memories came flooding back to her. Of the attack on the Salty Dog, watching those things massacre the Pirates she'd come to call her friends and then come after her; of the man in London named John Tyre who wasn't a man, exactly; of the black beast she saw in her head that didn't look a whole lot different from the monster now lying dead in the aisle. And now this creature was asking them to trust it.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it's responsible for this whole thing."
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The sudden yell from the front of the cabin made Twilight raise his head from the creature sprawled out on the floor to look at the human woman who was slowly approaching. Her hands were cuffed, obviously she was an inmate just like the majority of individuals on-board this vessel, and perhaps it was his imagination but he could swear he had seen her before. Either way she was adamant about them not trusting Twilight, the look in her eyes both of fear and hate, two sensations he knew far too well. He had suspected suspicion to be directed at him given his appearance and how he had been locked in the more high-security section of the ship, but with this womans talk about Darklings and their supposed evil nature. Which really wasn't far from the truth when it came to the majority of Ing. Twilight began to fear this turning very bad, very fast. However at the same time he was furious to be judged so easily, by a human no less, it took far too much effort not to show his anger.

Resting his right hand on his knee Twilight stood up to his full height and stared at Grace with his multiple eyes. "You're incorrect, we're called Ing. A dead species." He said, his voice calm but might appear intimidating due to his unnatural way of speaking. After saying this he took off the hood covering his head, revealing his humanoid-looking head, shaped mostly like that of a humans with the exceptions of him having no nose, ears or lips to go with the mouth (and his weird set of eyes of course). What features he did have were sharp and almost pointy, particularly his chin which if extended could appear claw-like, perhaps hinting at his original form if one knew what to look for. Instead of hair he had dozens of tendrils that flowed down his neck and under the cloak like some bizarre looking dreads, the whole lot of them making subtle but visible movements as if alive.

"I won't deny that most Ing are vicious, evil creatures to society... However for you to condemn me simply by what I am..." Twilight's words trailed off as he looked down at the floor, trying to decide what he should say next. A few moments later he settled for something unlike what he usually did. He spoke his mind "Did you know. I was held prisoner for weeks, tortured to the edge of my sanity, scarred into the depths of my body and mind, by humans. Should I apply your logic and consider all humans cruel tormentors?" Once he started speaking of the torment he had suffered his anger started to become apparent, though it was contained and in check. He seemed to struggle with what to say next, wanting to continue pushing this issue with an ultimatum but wisely deciding against doing so.

"...When you recognize you need my help, you can find me in my cell." He said this last thing less to Grace directly but to the crew at large, as he began to walk back down the aisle, ignoring any commands to stop given by the guards. Assuming no one physically barred his path he'd return to his cell, the door of which had been torn open and so it was open to the corridor outside, where he'd sit silently until something of interest happened.

OOC: In case Grace wants to talk to him before he leaves then he'll likely stop to listen, but otherwise he'd likely just move on down. As always, if there's a problem with anything feel free to PM me about it.
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Grace felt a chill run through her body as the thing looked her in the eye. She couldn't hold her gaze for more than a second before she had to look away, unable to keep those awful flashbacks out of her head. Once it disappeared down the stairwell, into the lower decks, she felt sweet relief - physical as well as emotion and psychological - wash over her body.

She returned to her seat, as did all the rest of the inmates who weren't injured or assisting those who were. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, hoping that she would be able to drift off into sleep. With any luck, this would all be some horrible nightmare, and she'd wake up back in her nice, quiet cell.

Naturally, the screws had other ideas.

"Three-five-one-four-seven!" one of the guards bellowed as he strode up the aisle.

"What do you want?" Grace grumbled, without opening her eyes.

"We need somebody to go down there and talk to our friend," the guard replied. "You've just been nominated."

"I ain't going down there with that thing," Grace said. She finally opened her eyes and sat up straight. "You don't understand."

"What I understand is that that thing just might be our only hope at this point, and that you're the only one on this ship that knows jack shit about him. We need you to go down there and talk to him for us."

"I'll give you a blow job if you let me stay in my seat."

"And I'll knock your teeth out if you don't get your ass down there right now," the guard growled at her. "It'll sure make giving blow jobs easier."

Grace shot him a vicious look, practically attempting to incinerate him with her eyes. She could have him on the ground before he had a chance to clink, but she did not want to test him. After nearly a year on the inside, knew full well that being a woman didn't make her immune from getting a beating. Quite the opposite, in fact. She'd seen the look in some of the guards' eyes when one of the girls got out of line, herself included. Like those sick fucks had been waiting their whole lives to be allowed to do this. So she dutifully stood up and climbed over the young girl next to her.

"You mind?" she asked, holding up her cuffed hands. "Like I said, that thing is dangerous."

"You heard what he said. He's not like the others." The guard condescendingly patted her on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

Grace sneered at him, but even so, she headed down the stairwell. As she climbed down, she could see the devastation the beast had wrought. Deep gashes from it's claws were dug into the walls, reminding her very much of what the Darklings had done aboard the Dog. A corpse lay in the middle of the stairs, missing a head. Once she found it at the bottom, she couldn't help but picture it rolling down the stairs, and the absurdity of that image made her momentarily forget her trepidation.

It wasn't hard to find the Ing's cell. It was the only one that had been ripped wide open. She stopped directly in front of it, standing as far away as she could without pressing her back up against the wall. Her cuffed hands were held out in front of her, but with a quick flip of her wrists, they were free. It was pure sleight of hand, one of the first tricks Grace had ever learned.

"I watched your kind massacre my crewmates," she finally said, after what felt like several minutes. "They possessed three of them, and from there it was a bloodbath. Out of twenty, seven of us survived. I'm only alive today cause I found a crawlspace to small for the Darklings to fit.

"And even before then, I met one of your kind in human form." She took a few steps towards the Ing, her anger overriding her fear. "I sat there on his couch, unable to move while he fucking mind raped me. So forgive me if I don't trust you."

As much as she felt the rage building up inside her, something that didn't happen very often, Grace maintained a cool exterior, not even raising her voice. However, this was much more a personal quirk of hers than self control. When she got angry, she tended to get very quiet, and spoke very slowly and deliberately. She didn't need to yell. It was all in her eyes.

"You say you were tortured by humans. You should see what we do to each other."
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Lenna Ke- errrg no, Agent P45293Q was completely out of her depth in this situation. She was a steely assassin - a telepath honed into a living weapon - sent out by the Dominion government on the most covert missions, using only the finest equipment to not only accomplish them but to return alive without question. Yet instead of just vanishing from her enemies like the Ghost she is, she was, ironically, somehow stuck play acting as a meager civilian amongst a questionable group of Terrans. Surrounded by bloodthirsty Protoss of all things.

Never mind the bizarre mystery of how she got into this, how the fleck was she going to get out of alive. She felt incredibly vulnerable in these clothes by simply standing amongst the enemy - all considering Protoss zealots could slice up armored marines in a heart beat.
Heck, she could literally feel their hatred pressing against her mind as intense, hot waves.
And despite keeping a steely composure as the tension quickly grew, internally, she too - for all her conditioning - couldn't help but wonder why so much of it was directed towards females like her.

Then, just when she was sure blood was going to be spilled, a protoss appeared right out of no where and intervened. She blinked in complete surprise. What!? This was...totally unprecedented; as a Ghost, she knew them to be a ruthless, zealous enemy that were incapable of being reasoned with. Yet here these aliens were showing...a civil aspect she thought that contradicted what the Dominion had drilled into her mind.

But what she found the most baffling was what they were saying to one another. Strayed paths? Transfer of realities? Artifact of great power?

Ok, just what the fleck was going on here? she exclaimed internally. She quickly glanced at Ghelm, who quickly glanced back her at the exact same time with the exact same thought going through his head.

"What?" they said to one another in baffled unison before their train of thought was interrupted when only Lenna - errrg, P45293Q felt her hairs suddenly stand on end. The air bristling with an electricity, even before the Protoss spoke their name, she knew what was happening: Zerg.

Reflexively, her mind switched into combat mode, her body taking a tense, battle-ready stance. Her first thought was to try and slip through the chaos that was going to be created, but she swore once the zerg invaded the hanger, cutting her off from 'her' ship. Dammit, maybe she could try to sneak by them and-

Amidst the fighting, one of the zerglings broke off and, strangely, made a bee line for Ghelm. Agent - Lenna, dammit! - didn't even see this, she didn't even think, she just suddenly...did. As if...it was her life that was in danger. One moment the beast was right on top of Ghelm, the next it was staggering from a blow to the head with a heavy gas cylinder thanks to her impressive strength.

Ghelm barely uttered a "Thanks!" when the viscous creature turned to Lenna, ready to rip her limb from limb along with two other buddies that joined it. And they would have had they not spontaneously combusted. Lenna saw no flashy pyrotechniques. It, just a simple fireball to one of their face, and they lit up one after the other as if their skin was oil. In a flash they became crispy critters.

She turned to see a red head Terran alien shout, "Well don't just stand there gawking. move."

And both of them did just that.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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The fight for the hangar was increasingly becoming a lost cause, as Travis couldn't help but notice. Having all but lost count of the amount of rabid xenome creatures he had killed in the short time frame of five to ten minutes, more pods began to crash their way into the hangar.

(Oh forget this... we can't hold this hangar...!) He thought to himself, firing a flurry of beam blasts. Behind the visor Travis' eyes danced across the room, connecting his shots to-

He spun around and noticed Jenosa about to be surrounded from above.

"JENOSA! EYES UP!"

Just as quickly as he turned back to face the next pustule-like pod, one of the creatures had leaped on top of Travis' chest, knocking him down. Sinew met metal as Travis' shields refracted from the fury of claws and biting, the bounty hunter struggling to regain his bearings for but a moment. Finally, with a grunt, Travis loosed a chrome fist thrusting to the side and sent the hellish creature airborne into a wall, where it crumbled into a bloodied heap.

If he was going to keep up with the amount of these things, he needed something that could shoot faster... at first, his eyes darted around the hangar between shots, rolling to the side as he eviscerated two more of these... things with the charged blade extension. Whatever weaponry that wasn't being used or depleted was smashed to pieces along the hangar floor - and Travis couldn't help but note that the strange gray growth around the pods was growing along the floor; either that, or his eyes were tricking him.

And he wasn't going to abandon his friends and comrades to get a bigger gun deeper into Voree's ship; they were barely holding on as it was...!

... wait. Maybe...? Maybe that could work...?

"Constantine! You hear-" One of the serpentine creatures lurched past Travis and fired another barrage of spines, Travis returning fire in kind with a missile before dodging for cover. "You hear me, old man...!? Respond!"

["I hear you, Travis...! What do you want...!?"] If Constantine currently had any hands, they'd be folded in prayer as he maneuvered the Thunderwolf in formation with the Claymore. Given that the frigate was a good bit larger than the Arctic Storm, Constantine still found himself trying to adjust the the controls; he strained as he lurched the vessel about, it's weapons firing according to his will.

"I need you... I need you to fly around to the hangar bay and deploy the Fenris in an ordinance drop pod! As soon as you can!"

["For what obscure reas-"]

"We're getting overwhelmed in here, I need something to bring the heat! NOW, please." Travis heatedly cut off his cybernetic compatriot, ducking above the crate to shoot a few more of the rabid creatures.

["... right! Hang on!"]

Klaxons sounded through the ship as the Thunderwolf suddenly accelerated and with alarming proximity, looped horizontally above the Claymore's bridge; Captain Voree and crew would be able to see the fine outlines of the hull plating.

Within but a matter of a moment, the outline of the frigate could be seen hovering within wing distance of the cruiser, and a distant flash from the port side filled the hangar bay with light. Yet another object could be seen penetrating the hangar shields, and embedded itself into the floor. The smoke from the blast forced all of Travis' would be attackers.

"Cuttin' it a little close, old man..." Came a grumble from the cloud, and then suddenly a cyan bolt of -something- rippled past Jenosa's head and right into the skull of the serpentine creature looking to catch her from behind, followed by a blitz of similar blasts to the swarm congregating behind him.

When the smoke cleared, Travis stood with his Fenris Mk. VII at the ready, blasting the creatures to giblets.

The celebration was short lived, however; outside, those gathered in the hangar could see more pods. And more behind them, and even more beyond those...

"Let's get the heck out of this hangar while we have some breathing room!" Travis shouted more akin to a command than a suggestion, already making his way to the various exits still available.
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OOC: Sorry for the delay, will try to post sooner next time.

Once returning to his cell Twilight had sat down in a meditative position in the center, trying to calm himself from the anger that welled up inside him over the injustice he always endured from simply being. He had carried that burden from the beginning and he knew it, however after his metamorphosis into something different, something more than an Ing it had been far more pronounced, he could no longer pretend that he was a human (or humanoid at the very least) in armour without restricting his natural abilities. That wasn't to say that meditating was only a way for him to calm down, it had served many purposes over the years for him.

One such purpose was an alternative to resting, it helped stave off his natural agitation and, most profoundly, it had lead him to a deeper understanding of his own physiology from eventually being able to feel the way the energy that made up a large part of his being moved and interacted with the rest of it. It was this last revelation that had allowed him to adapt when his light crystal had been broken, staving off imminent demise by building a parallel network inside him. He had re-arranged his very being, but the use he had found in meditating didn't end there, afterwards it had allowed him to correct faults in his original, desperate attempt and eventually it had allowed him to channel the energies within him into devastating weapons or shields. He had never been able to achieve complete balance however, and apart from his mission that had long been his primary goal.

Now though? He was broken, his mind was no longer able to grasp the concept of his physiology and his control of his energies were feeble at best and perhaps worst of all, he had been a lot more susceptible to negative emotions. Not even meditating seemed to help most of this, though it did allow him to find a semblance of inner peace, at least for the time he spent meditating. Then the almost inaudible sound of feet through the empty corridors reached him, but he continued his meditation until the sound stopped before his cell whereupon he raised his head just enough to see out from under the hood that covered it. The woman from earlier, the one who had made his attempt at making peace with the officers of the ship a hassle was standing at the opposite side of the corridor, a metallic clang sounded as her handcuffs hit the floor.

The woman then began to speak, her voice seeming surprisingly calm given the subject she spoke off, Twilight himself suddenly felt a sting of panic after her words echoed softly through the cell-block. The only other Ing he had encountered was the Abomination, he had been certain they were the only ones left. How did more survive Dark Aether's destruction? Were they already out there before that time, or were others waiting like he was? Maybe some were even cast-off spawn from the Abomination... It certainly held the capacity to revive the Ing species. He was too unfocused at this time to pay attention to Grace, otherwise he'd probably have picked up on the anger emanating from her, she then commented on his 'question' to her before he had left the prisoners to return to his cell. Twilight sat silently for several minutes, mulling it all over in his mind, thinking back to times where he felt something strange but was never able to pin-point it. Had he been so focused on finding the Abomination he had missed other Ing entirely?

After deciding there was no point to considering these things right now he finally spoke "I'm sorry about your crew miss, had I been aware other Ing still existed maybe I could have dealt with them before this occurred. Given the circumstances I can understand your distrust, I am after all one of 'their' kind, though I believe just as one should not judge all humans by the actions of some, that you should not judge every Ing by the actions of most. Though I would not blame you for being cautious around one, that is the natural reaction to a predator after all." After Twilight finished speaking he stood up slowly before he continued. "The name I chose to call myself by after leaving Aether over a decade ago was Twilight, a fitting name I thought at the time." He paused as he leaned up against the wall behind him, looking at Grace but not looking her straight in the eye, something she seemed to find uncomfortable during their last encounter.

"While learning of the Galactic Federation and the many species inside it I worked as a mercenary, combat is all I know after all. After learning of the existence of another Ing, one I've chosen to call The Abomination, I've dedicated hunting it down as my mission, it is not just another Ing, it is an Ing that was spawned for the purpose of absorbing unquantifiable masses of Phazon. Phazon is both a form of sustenance and a powerful energy source for Ing and it was Phazon that originally gave birth to the Ing. I'm certain you can see the implications of this without me needing to spell it out for you, if no one stops this Abomination, the Ing will not remain a dead race much longer." While Twilight's voice held a slight almost inaudible reverberation, it remained calm as he explained both a bit about himself and also about his mission. He doubted the woman would believe him, but what else could he do?
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"Yeah, well, right now it looks like your mission is on hold," Grace replied curtly. "Right now - this moment - our main priority is all those men up there who are dead and dying."

She sighed with exasperation. So he was one of those, she thought. She'd met a fair amount of those throughout her career. People too preoccupied by destiny or duty (or whatever you wanted to call it) to notice what was going on in the real world. Most of them were bounty hunters, a profession in her opinion very susceptible to such thinking. In her experience, people who were so single-minded were difficult to rely on. Especially if their cause was vengeance.

"Look, if we get out of this, I'll help you track down this Abomination myself. I may not look like much, but I'm pretty good at what I do. And I can call upon tremendous resources. If it means getting rid of the Darklings" - the Pirates had called them Darklings, so it was hard to get her off that term - "then I'm in. But only if you help us, and the screws seem to think you can."

She had to crane her head to look up at him, but as soon as she met those eyes, she had to look down again. Whether it was a flashback or whether she was sensitive to their thoughts, she saw the Black Beast in her head every time.

"So can you? For that matter, do you have any idea what the hell just happened here"
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"Yeah, well, right now it looks like your mission is on hold. Right now - this moment - our main priority is all those men up there who are dead and dying."

The woman said in response to his explanation, he wasn't sure how to react to it himself as it seemed like she didn't care for it at all, like the ressurection of the Ing wasn't a matter to worry about, or perhaps it was her handwaving it like an obvious lie... Despite his many years around humans he still had a hard time reading their intentions, words were difficult and had many meanings, the tone of voice and way something was said was also important. It was so much easier to read someones intentions in battle... As he was mulling this over in his mind the woman sighed and seemed to be mulling over something herself though he had no way to figure it out himself, though before he could say anything she continued, saying she'd help him out on his mission once they got out of their current pickle, assuring him she was useful and had resources to call on, it seemed like she had a vendetta against 'darklings' as she called them because of what had happened and he couldn't really blame her from what she had said earlier. Though at the same time he wondered if she was just saying what she thought he wanted to hear, or whether she was genuinely interested in helping him.

He figured it didn't really matter which, as long as they could cooperate until they were back in Federation Space he would be satisfied, it wasn't as if he expected much out of an ordinary human either way, though he hoped she'd prove to be more than that. For a brief moment her eyes met his, before she averted them in an instant though not before he could tell the fear that seemed to linger there. Maybe it was an instinctual reaction based on her previous experiences with Ing, but even if that wasn't it he could hardly fault anyone for feeling fear when looking at an Ing, they were unnatural beings that likely should not exist at all, like creatures out of a nightmare. There was a reason the Luminoth had named them their word for Terror after all... Though she didn't seem the kind to lose track of the situation easily and so continued to speak.

"So can you? For that matter, do you have any idea what the hell just happened here"

Twilight crossed his arms as she asked this, thinking back to what had happened so far, what he had felt before the 'turbulence' that had dragged them into this reality, the physical characteristics and behavior of the alien creature that had attacked the ship, before he looked at Grace again. "I can't say for certain whether I can help right now, I need more information to answer that. As for what I believe happened, do you mean the attack or the situation as a whole?" He answered though he only paused for a moment as if reflecting on what he had said before he continued "Before the ship was pulled into something I felt a weird energy emanating from somewhere outside the ship, the experience reminded me of Aether so I can assume it was some form of dimensional anomaly." He paused to let what he had said so far sink in.

"As for the creature, it seems to have entered around this level, the guards outside were surprised and overpowered and the only reason it didn't attack me was because more guards were coming, which is unfortunate as I could likely have killed it myself leading to less casualties," He wasn't revealing everything as he said this, he was certain he could have killed it himself but of course doing so the easy way would have risked the integrity of the ship, risking the lives of everyone onboard. "As for the creature itself, from my initial analysis it appears to be more of a biological weapon than an animal, similar to different Ing castes it seems to have been molded to be a killing machine, which explains the large number of dead and injured." He seemed a bit fascinated by the creature but at the same time the way his voice changed when speaking of the casualties implied he felt something for it at least.

Before he continued once again he stopped leaning against the cell wall and began to walk out of the cell alltogheter, looking around as he got outside. "What we should do right now is take care of the wounded, then we need to search for the source of the anomaly. I can faintly sense it, so I should be able to point the way. If we find it it's possible I may be able to force it open again, Ing are naturally capable of energy manipulation, and I even more so." Having concluded that nothing but emergency power was on in the current sector Twilight picked up the cuffs Grace had worn earlier and clipped them in half with his hands then dropping them back on the floor, his reasoning was simply that it might avoid the woman from getting in trouble later on should they wonder why she was no longer cuffed.

He then turned to Grace again and held his hand out like if asking her to grab it, "I assume we've come to an agreement then? If it will make you feel any better then I give my word not to harm you or anyone on this ship, but if not you could always just throw me out an airlock." The last sentence had been an attempted joke on something Grace had said previously, though it left a lot to be desired in terms of delivery. The former had been genuine however, but whether Grace believed him or not was hard to say. As he stood waiting for her response he remembered he had forgotten to ask her name... He figured she'd tell him herself if she decided to put any semblance of trust in him.

OOC: Those speeches got a little long-winded, hopefully it's still good.
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Maybe I shouldn't have said that... Kathi thought, suddenly terrified that she might not be able to do so at all in the very near future, as the alien readied his blade.

And then, for a brief moment, her mind registered the sense of falling, before legs that were not ready to suddenly support her weight hit the ground and slid out from under her.

When the shock passed, she found herself flat on her ass before the alien whose blade was, rather fortunately, not currently sticking through her torso. Instead, it was behind his back, and he was on the floor as well, both blade and wielder seemingly pinned there by...nothing.

Kathi blinked in surprise when that "nothing" momentarily seemed to turn into smoky shadows that were just as quickly replaced by another of the aliens. He (again, she assumed the alien was male) seemed much less strong in his slight garb without the armor that covered the others, and yet he held the one who had nearly skewered with apparent ease. Different caste or role, such as assassins? Different national or tribal loyalty, perhaps?

Then he "spoke," admonishing the one he held pinned to the hangar deck. Even as she reflexively flinched away from the mental broadcast, Kathi noticed something...odd, about it. Unlike the others, this one's "speech" felt cold, hollow, empty in an abstract sense. Strangely, it was almost...calming, for lack of a better term.

A new voice sounded, and she found her attention drawn to the main airlock between the hangar and the rest of the ship. Another of the Protoss, this one dressed in much more ornate armor and a cape, floated alongside the Claymore's captain. As he spoke, the cloaked alien released his hold on the overzealous young warrior who had nearly killed the private contractor, before rising to his feet and extending a blue hand towards her.

After a moment of staring, Kathi accepted the hand up that her recent savior offered her with a whispered "thank you."

As she stood and glanced around, her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of two people standing amongst the group that she didn't recognize. The guy looked to be just a nervous civilian, but the woman...she was trying to hide it, but there were enough little signs that she was professional military if one knew what to look for (and living around two soldiers for most of her life made it almost harder for Kathi not to notice).

Then that void-backed voice said something that made her double take.

Transfer of realities.

Well, this being an alternate universe would explain why I knew nothing about these aliens, she thought, but...seriously, alternate realities? What the fuck. That's like something out of those sci-fi pulp stories mom reads. Whatever it was that happened, though, it was obvious that the artifact had caused it, even before the Protoss mentioned it.

Suddenly, the high templar's posture changed. And while she may not have known much about the psychology of aliens...wherever the hell they were, the signals were nearly omnipresent in all species: when uneasy and on alert, clam up and tense up.

And if these Protoss thought something was wrong, with their whole fleet here...something was likely very, very wrong.

Things proceeded to go straight to hell almost as soon as they left.

Organic pods crashed into the Claymore, spilling egg-like sacs that in turn spilled what looked like reptilian - or were they insectoid? - wolves, along with a few larger serpentine creatures that rose up like demonic cobras with scythes for arms.

Unarmed, and surrounded by new aliens that looked very much like they wanted her for lunch, Kathi did the only thing she could.

She ran.

She could barely hear the footfalls of the little monsters over the rapid ringing tramp of her own boots across the hangar floor and her panicked breathing.

Have to get back to the ship.
Have to get a gun.
Have to warn Chel.

She was nearly there, the high pitched snarls of the creatures hot on her heals driving her forward, when the main hatch opened and Chel swung out with one hand holding onto the handrails inside the ship, and the other arm outstretched with some kind of canister in it...aimed in her direction.

Instinctively, she threw herself to the side. A pulse of diffuse damnedpurple energy fired from the cybernetics at the center of the blonde bounty hunter's palm, carrying the cylinder along with it. From the screech of pain behind her as she scrabbled to her feet and began to dash the last few yards to her ship, Kathi figured that her companion had been right on the mark - surprising, considering that she was high as a kite from the morphine not that long ago.

"Shoot it!" Chel shouted as the investigator reached the hatch and snatched her revolver's holster off the wall, wasting no time in drawing the weapon and firing. Unfortunately, her haste left her less time to aim, and the first two shots went wide before the third struck the canister dead center.

A glowing yellow-orange fluid spilled out, and the container itself began to glow and bulge in the center for a moment before bursting, covering the group of wolf-sized monsters chasing Kathi in the liquid. Their advance stopped immediately, each screeching in agony as the glowing substance began to sear the flesh of those who had been caught in the blast, while those behind temporarily backed off.

The brunette turned to Chel. "You're up early," she quipped breathlessly.

"Stim shots in the...first aid kit," the hunter explained, passing Kathi her plasma rifle. "Still a little...out of it. The fuck are those?"

"Fucked if I know." The word Zerg flickered across her mind, but she ignored it for the time being. "What the hell was in that?"

Chel's expression darkened slightly. "Cargo," she answered curtly, sliding down onto the steps and grabing her own rifle from the floor behind her. "I'll explain later...Just get the guns fired up before something shows up...that can eat the ship."

Kathi wasted no time in doing just that sprinting up to the cockpit and arming the weapons even before the engines were fully powered up. Fingers playing over the ship's displays, she finally got a good look at the battle raging in the hangar. Things...weren't looking good, to put it simply. Another ship - Travis', most likely - swooped through the hangar and dropped something off in the middle of the conflict as Vis's thrusters began to roar and the landing gear retracted, but even with the new firepower in the former soldier's hands, the sheer number of their enemies was starting to make defending less and less viable.

Time to even the odds a bit.

"This is Vis, we are weapons free," she announced over the radio, punctuating it with the buzzsaw drone of the ship's nose turret as it raked the hostile aliens with a stream of bullets. "Where do you need me?"
Once, there was a maiden...
...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world.
So she tore out her heart, and made war against it.
In victory, she sealed it in a locket,
and trapped in a casting of bronze.
"Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said.
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Alissa had put her pistols away, it was not that they were ineffective, it was that she had used her supply of ammunition on one and the energy pistol had been overheated several times and had put its self into “maintenance mode”. The blades had come out, two long thin blades covered in a thin energy that sliced through the organic attackers like a hot knife through butter. Alissa was carving an efficient and bloody path directly to the blackbird.

***Operative…I have prepared a field injection of nanites to bring you to safe levels***

The ships computer was working hard, it was clear that the situation was deteriorating quickly, the ship was powering up and re-positioning facing its main weapons battery at the breach where the pods were coming in.

***Targeting incoming pods*** came the burst over the com before the ship opened fire revealing its creators love of both directed energy weaponry, and overkill the effect was at least a measurable drop of new arrivals to the hanger.

While this happened Alissa made her way to the back of her ship where the cargo ramp had been lowered and made her way inside the cargo hold where one of her weapons lockers were, first she picked up a small black device and clipped it to her left arm, almost instantly she could feel the injection beginning, ignoring the discomfort she moved and lifted a heavy riffle from where it rested, pulled back the charging lever feeling the weapon come active she stepped back out blasting the first creature that had been lucky enough to get close to her ship with the weapon.

"Let's get the heck out of this hangar while we have some breathing room!" came the barked command suggestion from Travis

“The ship is under bombardment, it is likely other sections are pressed as well, This Ship needs to leave this sector” came Alissa’s response as she moved to help form a corridor for people to try to exit
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