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@Nicademus Once the two of them were in their positions, Ludvig stood with his arms crossed over his chest, glancing over at Maribelle every few minutes during the conference. He had created a ball of paint in his hand while they had been standing there, ready to throw it onto a wall, or a...

      "I've got all the time in the world." Ferron spoke despite the fact that the world was spinning around him. "Would've had more if you hadn't shown up."

      Ferron had managed to stand, and had grabbed a piece of scrap metal from the explosion of the pod. Now, he held it to the neck of the alien, standing directly behind him, his breathing labored as he struggled to stay standing. "Id like to ask you the same question."

Ferron, with the combined force of the blow along with the shockwave that rocked his body, lay on the ground a few feet away, attempting to stop the world from the spinning state that it had been launched into by the hit that he had sustained.

 Ferron, tired of standing off to the side, rushed forward and tackled the figure that had tethered the ship, slamming a fist into his face once, twice, three times in an attempt to subdue him before he could bring down the ship that might have been Ferron's only way off of the planet.

Ferron, for a moment, thought the voice was addressing him despite the fact that he was currently inside of the pod. "Christ, are you kidding me?"

(Yeah, looked fine to me)

  He stepped away from the coil, back into the pod. Sensing an incoming fight, Ferron grabbed an arm off of one of the dormant androids, and held it up like some sort of medieval sword. "Alright, English isn't your thing, and you don't like people, so let's try this. You step back, and I don't...

   The young man observed the figure standing in front of him, and then recoiled at the sudden utterance. He didn't understand the alien language, but he certainly didn't like the tone that the man(?) took with him. Ferron held up his hands to show that he didn't have his weapons. "Woah, hey...

   Ferron felt the pod jerk as it smashed into the ground of the planet, having only been somewhat shaky as it had careened in a fireball through the atmosphere of the planet that the pod had set him on course for. Ferron flew forward, hit the floor, when the pod hit the ground, and lay there...

He bolted away from the three...things, whatever in the seven hells they were, the moment that they drilled through the hull. Ferron almost thought for a moment that he was going to be spaced, before noticing that the thing had sealed the holes that they themselves had created. His breathing...

Ferron stalked back to the seat that was well, the only one that the drones weren't currently sitting or moving around. He glanced at the planet below, and pondered about it. He didn't recognize the place, not from any star charts, but this could be some sort of unchartered planet. Whatever it...

Not in particular, I was going to delve into lore later in the story.

Sure

No problem

It's not too late, jump in if you'd please.

Having found himself suddenly thrust into an escape pod, Ferron shook his head to attempt and clear it from the buzz of noise that had assaulted his eardrums only moments ago. He moved to the big android, and tapped on its side, "hey buddy, you awake?" He asked as he observed the thing.

Ferron hit the ground with a heavy thud as he inhaled deeply, his lungs burning with the sudden intrusion of fresh air, which he hadn't known for years. He lay on the ground for a moment, gasping for air, before his breathing fell back to its normal pattern. He reached down, and pushed himself...

I suppose I am ready as well, whoever would like to take the lead may do so.

 Cyro pod, as in Ferron having been in cryo for a good many years.