"Wow, that's some sort of fucking miracle drug." said Taylor, grinning after Abraxas' weird medical juice treatment. She felt perfect, though it seemed her ear was still missing a chunk. She'd fix that after they got the hell of out of here. She thanked him, before returning to the task at hand. Kicking these guard's asses.
Taylor moved up behind some nearby cars, and peered over them. She took aim at the nearest two officers (Guard 2 and 3), and fired off two blasts from the shotgun. One for each officer. The spread from the buckshot would probably pepper, but she aimed mainly for their legs. Take their legs out from under them, they can't do much, can they?
After firing, she slipped back behind the car, taking cover from the inevitable retaliation.
Jag moved over towards an nearby car, cashed into another with both occupants either dead or unconscious from their vehicles impacting one another. Jag cared little as it briefly peek it's head over the right car's hood. Finding that it had missed the target entirely.
The Sanghvi pulled back behind the wreaks and aimed it's launcher in an mortar-like position towards the squad. Firing an second shot of teargas at them again.
Sylvia:
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Taking aim at the pilot's head through the windscreen of the support vehicle, Silvia drew back on the bow, savoring the moment briefly as she prepared to let the plasma fly. Oddly, the pilot seemed unconcerned as she released the shot. It soon became apparent why- the windscreen was designed to reflect plasma weaponry and in this case it performed perfectly. The shot bounced back directly to the source, causing Sylvia to attack herself.
Silvia: [B]10[/B] x Airmobile(1.5) x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = 30(!)
Silvia: DEF = 5
[B]25 DMG[/B]
Silvia HP: 13/50
In what could only be described as the single most unlucky shot possible, given the circumstances, the plasma came back and nailed the angelic security officer between the eyes, causing her to tumble backwards with her hair on fire. Only instinct allowed her to regain her orientation before hitting the ground, preventing further injury, but the fact remained that she had very nearly blown her own head off. The kanad escort pilot wasted no time responding to the attack.
Kanad: [B]10[/B] x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = 20
Silvia: DEF = 5
[B]15 DMG[/B]
Silvia HP: -2/50
[B]Incapacitated.[/B]
Before anyone could possibly respond to the situation, the escort ship opened fire on Silvia and perforated her with machine gun rounds, blowing large chunks out of her torso as she fell with an agonized wail.
((I swear to God, I use random.org for all of these rolls. This shit actually happened and I'm cracking up right now. As a reminder about the rules, Silvia is not dead; because we're in the Prologue, or "Chapter 0," 0 HP would be the minimum that Abraxas would have been able to revive her from. In Chapter 1, he could revive her from -1, Chapter 2, -2, and so on. As for now, she'll remain incapacitated until the end of the Chapter, at extraction.))
Taylor took up aim from intermediate ground, using a shotgun to attack two of the tetrian officers while they were distracted by Rask and Silvia's actions.
Taylor: [B]10[/B] x Versatility(CH1/4, 2, Failed, x1) x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = [B]20 DMG[/B]
Taylor: [B]3[/B] x Versatility(CH1/4, 3, Failed, x1) = [B]3 DMG[/B]
The first blast hit the second guard right on target, with an abnormal concentration of pellets hitting him in the crotch. He hit the ground and stayed down.
[B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B]
The second shot mostly missed, with a few pellets dealing minor wounds to the third officer's legs. She yelped in pain momentarily before raising her rifle to respond.
Third Guard: [B]5[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]5 DMG[/B]
Taylor: DEF=5
No Damage.
Taylor ducked just in time as the bullets whizzed over her head. She looked back just in time to see Jag preparing another tear gas canister for launch.
CH Estimate: 5/7
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Passed.
This time, the can fell on target, landing near the van and unleashing a cloud of mist which began to choke the remaining four officers. "Where are the masks!?" One suddenly cried out. A hacking response replied that they were in the back of the van, with the prisoner. For obvious reasons, this meant that they were out of reach. They staggered out of the cloud haphazardly, trying to cover their faces and mouths with their arms or uniforms. One officer charged out in front to kick the canister away.
Guard 1:
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
He missed the can and fell onto his ass, Charlie Brown style. This was probably because he was having trouble seeing through agitated eyes. Rask took the opportunity to fire on the exposed officer.
Rask: [B]6[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]6 DMG[/B]
A plasma shot struck the officer in the legs, inflicting moderate burns. For the moment, the tetrians were unable to respond to enemy fire, and so Rask ducked back into cover unharmed. Abraxas then set to work healing him; although Amelia would have been next in line, she had not put herself in harm's way and so she was still comparatively better-off than Rask. Suddenly noticing this, Rask accosted her, "are you going to fight or not?"
Abraxas:
CH Estimate: 1/1 (Apothecary)
Rask +25 HP, 50/50
[B](Three Turns Until Extraction)[/B]
Taylor looked up just in time to catch Silvia get shot to hell. "Fuck! Silvia's down!" she yelled to her comrades nearby. She peeked out over cover again, and noticed one of the guards on the ground. That's the one that tried to kick the gas canister away! She took aim, and fired two more blasts at the officer on the ground, attempting to take him out of the fight.
((Sorry. I've been very sick lately. I'm feeling a lot better now.))
[quote]Abraxas then set to work healing him; although Amelia would have been next in line, she had not put herself in harm's way and so she was still comparatively better-off than Rask. Suddenly noticing this, Rask accosted her, "are you going to fight or not?"[/quote]
Amelia sat there, shell shocked from the explosion just a few moments ago. She'd never been in a firefight before, and certainly not on this scale. She wasn't prepared for this at all, not one bit. For a couple of seconds she just laid on the ground with a thousand yard stare, ringing in her ear. All she can hear is muffled gunshots and the occasional scream. She thought to herself, why did she think she was prepared? Sitting here, not helping at all.
After laying there, not reacting to anything, Rask shook her shoulders and asked "Are you going to fight or not?" She shook her head, and blinks, coming back to reality.
"Yeah... yeah, sorry." She readies her pistol and dashes towards cover. She takes long breaths, calming herself down. Her senses come back to her, and, after regaining her strength, "What's the problem?" she asks Taylor, "I wasn't really paying attention, pretty much gone, after the van blew up in flames..."
Amelia peaks over to see many men running out of the enemy van, coughing. She raises an eyebrow.
"Seriously, what happened?"
After the gas takes effect on the Tetrian officers, breaking in formation as they ran out of the toxin cloud. Jag then leaped out of the cover, taking the initiative of the battle as it rushed towards the broken squad, leaping form left to right to minimize the chance of taking stray fire from the Tetrians.
The teargas having no effect on Jag during it's charge through the cloud. Jag then took out it's right arm as it dash out of the cloud, rising it's left arm from under it's cloak. It's blade appendage aiming for the lower torso of the Third Guard.
With Rask healed Abrax ducked for cover and turned to Sylvia who was gutted with wounds already. He then turned to the enemies and wished to give a fighting chance for the team. He pulled out his pistol and aimed for any close target and fired.
Taylor: [B]5[/B] x Versatility(CH1/4, 4, Passed, x2) = [B]10 DMG[/B]
The guard which had tried to kick away the canister struggled onto his hands and knees, coughing and hacking as he fought through the pain of his burns. Before Taylor answered Amelia's question, she took the opportunity to strike again, her two shots hitting the tetrian in the side of his torso. As one of the shots pierced through his protective vest and left him with a collapsed lung, another officer, the fourth guard, raced over to recover him before he could be killed entirely.
[B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B]
The third guard tried again to respond to Taylor's fire, which had now incapacitated two officers.
Third Guard: [B]8[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 8
Taylor: DEF=5
[B]3 DMG[/B]
A bullet from the third guard's rifle crashed through the window of the car Taylor was crouching behind, sending a few shards of glass flying into Taylor's face and hands. They dealt only minor cuts.
Rask responded with a shot of his own, concentrating on the third guard. He was beginning to notice that the team was somewhat more successful when it focused its fire on a single enemy at a time.
[B]4[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]4 DMG[/B]
The shot sliced through the third guard's leg; she buckled momentarily before regaining her footing. She searched with watering eyes for the source of the attack, but couldn't make Rask out from the scenery, and called for help.
Jag then leapt from cover and charged at the her while immune to the effects of the gas and somewhat camouflaged from above thanks to the swirling mists. While the other choking officers were definitely unable to respond, the support craft picked up on the movement and fired into the cloud, hoping to catch the sanghvi before he could reach the tetrians.
Kanad:
CH Estimate: 1/3 x 2 (Malevolence) = 2/3
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
[B]2[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 2
Jag: DEF = 5
No Damage.
The shots were on target, raining down on Jag's position without endangering the tetrians on the ground. However, the stream of lead never quite caught up with the sanghvi, the bullets creating a trail of dust behind Jag's rippling cloak as he cut through the gas cloud. Taking out his left arm, he set his sights on the third guard's abdomen.
[B]8[/B] x Dismemberment(CH1/2, 1, Failed, x1) = [B]8 DMG[/B]
With a powerful puncture, the sanghvi pierced through the soft tissue easily and practically scooped the officer off her feet. She slipped off the end of his appendage, totally stunned as she impacted the roadway. Dazed as she looked up at Jag's mineral form, she felt around her thigh, searching for her sidearm.
Abraxas, now free to act after having done all he could to heal his teammates, searched for the most-likely target among the enemy. He witnessed the third guard's fall from Jag's stabbing attack, and moved to incapacitate her as quickly as possible so that the squad could focus on a different opponent.
CH Estimate: 1/2
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
Mercifully, the knockout dart reached the heavily-wounded officer before more pain could be inflicted. Just as she had sat up with a pistol in her trembling hand, the dart landed in her shoulder and she dropped back to the pavement in a peaceful state.
[B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B]
"That's three down, two to go!" Rask yelled to his comrades. There were only two guards left protecting the van: the fourth and fifth. However, with the enemy support craft still close by, it wasn't clear how they were going to get the Boss out of the van. Suddenly, the enemy changed tactics.
"Come on, this isn't working," the fourth officer told the fifth through gagging fits. The two officers staggered back to the cab of the van, the fourth officer shooting at Jag, their closest foe, to cover their retreat.
[B]5[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 5
Jag: DEF=5
No Damage.
His shots completely missed the sanghvi, but succeeded in suppressing his movement for the few seconds it took them to climb into the cab. The headlights of the van turned on, lighting up the underside of the rising and dissipating gas cloud like lightning below the blanket stratus skies of summer. There was no escape in front of them, thanks to the debris and the cars which blocked the highway. Rask's eye widened as he realized that the headlights were pointed at him and Abraxas. "Look out!" He shouted as the van charged forward, the enemy officer intent on ramming the two TBC operatives.
Fifth Guard:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Passed.
Rask and Abraxas each tried to scramble out of the way of the incoming vehicle, but, unsure of which way the van would swerve, they hesitated just a bit too long, and were both caught in the officer's trap. Rask was clipped by the leading corner of the van and catapulted from his feet, slamming into the cars behind him like a ragdoll. Abraxas, on the other hand, took the direct hit from the van, but was thankfully spared of being pinned due to a narrow gap between the two vehicles which stopped the van's forward progress. Each was nearly killed by his injuries. [B]40 DMG[/B]
Abraxas HP: 2
Rask HP: 10
[B](Two Turns Until Extraction)[/B]
Taylor flinched a bit, as she touched the cuts to her face. Eh, not so bad. Stings, though. She looked over at Amelia a moment later. "Boss is in the van, guards are protecting her, and that gunship there is defending the van. We gotta kill them before can evac with the boss."
She looked over the car to see the enemy van collide with Abraxas and Rask. Shit! "Jag! Lets kill these fucks! Amelia, help Rask and Abraxas out of there!" she yelled, darting past Amelia. She vaulted onto one of the cars in front of the enemy van, which was preventing its forward movement, and opened fire on the driver's side windshield with the shotgun. If her luck was good, she could punch through the windshield and plant some holes in the guards.
Abrax spat out bloodied coughs, vision blurred between reality and the afterlife. He slammed a fist on the pavement and got up, barely. He held on to his left side and spotted Rask just like him from the van. He hopped over as much as he could and turned to Rask. Abrax took the last syringe he had at his disposal and opted to jab it into the Kanad, therefore healing him.
Amelia nods to Taylor as she gives the run down. After a brief moment, she sees a car collides with Rask and Abrax, sending them flying. Amelia gasps, her eyes widen, and her body sends a chill down her spine.
"Okay okay okay," Amelia panicked as she heard Taylor's order, and ran over to Rask and Abrax. She held up some plates from the cars trying to create a small barrier to shield Rask and Abrax from further harm.
Amelia just sat there, unsure what the hell to do. "Do you... oh man... wha-what do- do you need me to do anything?" she asks Abrax.
"Yes, there is one specific thing you need to do: help the goddamn rest and fight!" Abrax sternly told her and was already helping out Rask. "I have him under control. We're getting to cover. Go!"
The van strained against the vehicles which had blocked its path, unable to overcome the forces holding them in place. The fifth guard, realizing that there was no more room to advance, grabbed hold of the shifter and put the van in reverse. As he did, he saw movement above. His eyes lifted to meet with the barrel of Taylor's shotgun, separated only by a thin wall of bullet-proof glass.
She pulled the trigger.
CH Estimate: 1/2
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
[B]10[/B] x Versatility(CH1/4, 2, Failed, x1) x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = [B]20 DMG[/B]
Some glass is marketed as "bullet-proof" when the manufacturers should call it "bullet-resistant." As to what caliber this distinction refers to, from what distance, and at what velocity isn't always clear. What was clear, however, is that the windscreen of this particular van was not suited for stopping a point-blank 12-gauge shotgun blast. And, as it turned out, the fifth guard's face was neither bullet-proof nor bullet-resistant.
[B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B]
Abraxas:
CH Estimate: 1/1 (Apothecary)
Rask +25 HP, 35/50
Abraxas' quick action restored Rask to fighting condition. As the mysterious treatment flowed into his veins, the kanad bolted upright, seized his rifle from the ground next to him and screamed a war cry. "Rikal mekt rikal... kisk anam'akhanan!" [i]Blood begets blood... you motherfuckers![/I]
The fourth guard, covered in his comrade's blood, hysterically unlatched his door and dove out onto the roadway, falling on his face. Rask marched over to him and, rather than simply shooting him, began savagely beating him with his rifle as if it were a club.
[B]8[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]8 DMG[/B]
The support ship activated its flood lamps to better see the roadway, as the setting sun was leaving it in the shade of twilight. The last guard, at the center of the spotlight, was on his back, hands raised in the air in a futile attempt to block the barrage of bruising attacks to his head and body.
The support ship's pilot contacted his superiors- now that there were no police left to prevent the fugitive Yanim Terika from escaping into the shroud of night, it was distinctly possible that the order would come to destroy the van and its lone occupant completely, even if it meant injuring or killing innocent bystanders.
Meanwhile, the Muramasa cleared a the final hillcrest to find the roadway on which the battle had taken place. Neasha jumped from the captain's chair and pointed at the support ship, like a flea compared to the menacing TBC corvette. "Ready with those guns, Vakarus?"
[B](One Turn Until Extraction)[/B]
"[B][I]HAH![/I][/B]" laughed Taylor loudly. She jumped down off the car and jerked open the van's door, moving quickly.
She pulled out the now nearly headless guard, and proceeded to check him for keys. They needed to get the boss out ASAP before that gunship opened fire on it!
Abrax looked over the scenery and saw his patient rummage through the guard. He held his wound tightly as best as he could and saw the van from afar. Adrenaline in motion and near death Abrax shook his head and hoped. "That van better not have a decoy."
"Weapons at the ready, one minute untill targeting range has been achieved." Replied Vakarus.
After the fighting has done and the dust had settled, Jag turned it's attention towards the back of the Van. Dashing towards towards it's doors, quickly deploying it's arms as it begin to reach the rear of the armored vehicle.
The Sanghvi halted for spit moment, looking over door that stood between it and this Terika. Feeling an rather odd sense to do so. Nevertheless, Jag then stabbed both of it's arms in between the reinforce doors.
Using it's strength to quickly wedge them open with it's blades.
As Taylor threw the dead guard onto the pavement, fear of the support craft above briefly clouded her train of thought. She briefly searched him for keys to unlock the rear door of the van, forgetting that Rask had [url=https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=49812541&viewfull=1#post49812541]explained earlier on[/url] that the tetrians used biometric locks when transporting prisoners. The dead guard was, in fact, the key. Or rather, his fingerprint was. She grabbed him by his wrists and dragged him towards the door, pausing briefly to notice how the windows to the rear section of the van were electronically shuddered by steel louvers. Tensions grew as she and the others began to wonder- had they been tricked?
Jag had meanwhile taken a different approach, attempting to brute-force the doors open, and solve the mystery immediately.
CH Estimate: 2/7
[B]Actual: 6[/B]
Roll Passed.
Summoning an unusual amount of strength within himself, he pried the metal apart. A dull groan from within the lock mechanism was followed by an ugly pang, and the doors swung free. Taylor dropped the sagging corpse of the officer to join him at the rear of the vehicle, and together, they peered into the abyssal darkness of the transport. A glimmer of the support craft's floodlights reflected from a nearby wrecked car and caught a pair of empty and embittered violet irises, much closer than either operative anticipated. "Spaska." [I]Hello,[/I] said Yanim.
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[B][Mission Update][/B]
✔ Check the rendezvous point for hostiles
✔ Determine the whereabouts of Yanim Terika
Current Objectives:
* Escape from Itara
"Come on!" Taylor urged, and Yanim stepped out of the vehicle. Her sunken, purple eyes were framed by a pale mop of pinkish hair which reached halfway to the ground around her diminutive frame; in kanad terms she would be considered plain looking, aside from the vaguely unsettling hollowness in her gaze.
"Is Rask nearby?" She asked, dully.
Above, the support craft centered its reticule on the terrorist leader. The pilot's heart was pounding as he waited for permission to cut her down. This was a rare chance, and if he allowed her to escape it could be years before such a perfect opportunity presented itself. But there were more reasons than concern for the innocents which stayed his hand and tempered his resolve. His commanders wanted Terika alive, and his commanders' commanders wanted Terika alive. To kill her would require them all to be in consensus that this was the moment to accept the next best thing.
The order came in: "[Kill her.]"
"Do it now!" Neasha ordered.
Vakarus:
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
The Muramasa opened fire with its machine guns, having appeared as if from nowhere, the dark paint job of the ship blending seamlessly into the night above. The support craft pilot never saw the attack coming, and at the moment his finger began to tighten around the trigger, his windscreen was blown apart by a hail of .50 caliber rounds. His body was obliterated along with his conscience, leaving him unable to regret his own professional demeanor. The craft wobbled backward under a lack of control and eventually sputtered out, crashing to the ground in a pitiful ball of flame.
A single round from the support craft's guns had impacted the ground at Yanim's foot, harmlessly spraying a few pellets of gravel against her leg. She glared at the craft as it shrunk away, as if she were willing it to death. A trickle of blood dripped from each of her hands, revealing how she untethered herself from her restraints and slipped loose from a set of handcuffs after her captors had left her unsupervised. She was already dressed in her personal effects, having broken into the lock box in the van where everything she had been carrying the previous evening was being held, to be surrendered to Collective authorities.
She was wearing a black pea coat with the lapels tucked under, tall boots with flat heels, and some fragments of a battered set of body armor produced by a now-disavowed comrade. On her head was perched a blood red hat resembling a lopsided fiddler's cap which matched a similar-colored coat tail skirt wrapped around her waist, apparently serving as protection against burns from a bizarre whisker-like jetpack device mounted on her hips. The tattered and bloodstained remains of a plum-colored scarf were tied firmly around one arm.
"Right..." she growled. "Are there any others?"
[QUOTE]"Right..." she growled. "Are there any others?"[/QUOTE]
Taylor nodded. "One left, but I think Rask may have beat him to death by now. Passenger side of the van." she said, motioning over towards that side. Taylor then turned to Jag. "I'll grab Silvia."
She turned around to find Amelia hiding behind a car nearby. "Amelia! Come on over with Abraxas." she said, loud enough for her to hear. She then turned her attention to the incapacitated Silvia nearby. She walked over and picked her up, carrying her back to where the van was.
Amelia stands there staring at the boss, jaw dropped, starstruck from the amount of badass that just unveiled right in front of her eyes.
[quote]"Amelia! Come on over with Abraxas."[/quote]
She snaps back into reality and looks over to Abraxas, who is on the verge of death. She extends her hand in an offer to help him walk.
Although she thinks in her mind that he'll tell her to fuck off and walk himself.
Jag stood unusually silent among the team at the rear of the Van, watching it's employer closely while feeling an unknown familiarity with this Terika. Now face to face at last. The Sanghvi's head begin to follow her movements closely, even rising it's leg in an attempt to start following her before being interrupted by it's fellow freelancer.
[quote]"I'll grab Silvia."[/quote]
Taylor said to the Sanghvi, breaking Jag's focus on the Kanad. Jag quickly turned to Taylor, replying with an simple nod to her.
Yuga witnessed the ground battle from the tracker on the map, and also when Vakarus dispatched the support craft. As the trackers began gathering around the back of the van she deduced that the mission had been succesfull and Yanim Terika had been recovered.
She zoomed out the map, quickly inspecting it.
She pointed to a field which lay some 100 meters from the road. "Serek, this location should suffice for extraction" Yuga conveyed to Neasha.
Vakarus did a nod as the enemy support craft was shot down. "Your kin brought much honor to your house despite your defeat, well met."
He turned to Neasha. "Scaled-one! My vision is clear of opposing warriors, I have also spotted Yanim'atvan; she seems well."
Neasha sighed with relief, rubbing her eyes tiredly before responding. "Well done, all of you," she said. "In our experience, missions go wrong like this more often than not, but it's really rare that anyone gets captured. Yanim's never ended up in enemy hands before. Owen, go ahead and set us down. I'm sure that she'll have some news for me and Rask, and maybe the rest of you, too." The Muramasa soon touched down on a grassy field not far from where the battle had taken place. The main cargo ramp lowered to the ground with a thump, welcoming the away team home.
Back on the roadway, Yanim heard Taylor's response and nodded. "Thank you," she replied, satisfied to have a response to her earlier question as well. She walked around the side of the van to where Rask was still beating on the fourth officer like a madman. Yanim drew her pistol, a variant of the Black Fleet's VRI-74, and fired once into the officer's head, finishing him off.
"Work smart, not hard, Rask," she deadpanned. Rask, at first startled by the gunshot, suddenly brightened up when he saw Yanim.
"Boss!" he exclaimed, "glad to see you on your own two feet. They didn't go to rough on you, keh?"
Yanim shrugged. "How did the crew do?"
"They did a good job. It took all day for us to track you down, and everywhere we went we left a trail of broken bodies. We only took one casualty, s'far as I know."
Yanim nodded. "Let's go," she said. To the unfamiliar, she appeared indifferent to the work of the crew, but Rask had known her long enough to tell that Yanim wouldn't have asked if she didn't care. Her nod was a sign of respect and satisfaction, and he was glad to have earned at least a portion of it.
"Sure thing, Boss," he replied. In the distance, sirens filled the air. Rescue vehicles and perhaps more police were closing in, but were held back by the now-massive traffic jam caused by the battle. Nonetheless, if the tetrians were sending more, then it wouldn't be long before the kanads sent more as well, and it would be better for everyone to avoid that fight. "Alright everyone. Let's get the hell out of here," Rask informed them.
((This is my last reply of the night. I've got an online exam to tackle and then I desperately need to catch up on sleep. After tonight, though, my schedule is going to loosen up, especially with spring break coming next week.))
"Affirmative." said Taylor, looking towards where the ship had landed. She proceeded towards it, lightly jogging as she carried Silvia. About time they got the hell out of here.
She reached the ship's cargo ramp a minute or two later and boarded, proceeding straight to the medical bay with Silvia.
Vakarus bowed as Rask and Yanim entered the ship. "Yanim'atvan, Rask'atvan. I am pleased to see that our opponents haven't caused you any major harm."
He turned to Yanim. "It is good to have you back, your warhost awaits."
Alex walked in as Rask and Yanim were entering the ship.
"Good to have you back with us boss. Same for you Rask. Anyone need help?"
Amelia got on the ship, walked right to her room, wraped a pillow over her head, and fell asleep instantly.
Owen still sat at the controls for the ship. After hearing Rask's announcement, Owen made preperations for lift off. Owen worked as quickly as he could. He also made his own announcement. "Alright guys, I suggest you hold on to something when we get moving, we're leaving here full throttle, and I'm not responsible for any incidents just 'cause someone forgot a darn seatbelt!"
As he was making his preperations, Owen's mind flashed back to the loss of power. At the time, he struggled against his instinct to let go of the controls before a possible impact. But he kept control and helped get the craft back in the right direction. Getting there was more dramatic than he had hoped, maybe leaving would be easier for him to manage.
Yuga walked up behind Owen seat. "Steel yourself. You have done good so far but don't let your instincts get the better of you."
She walked besides his seat and looked him in the eyes. "If your recklessness gets you killed it is your own business, but I will NOT let it jepordize this operation."
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