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Futuristic Blacksun (Notorious x C.DEX)

Casar, who had only recently put down the soldier that he'd tackled (at the cost of a few blows to his head from the frantic guard), jerked away from his spot on the ground and shot to his feet. The Saur, actually wanting a challenge rather than simply resolving to kill his enemy, allowed them to draw their weapons. His menacing rows of teeth contorted into a perverted grin as he'd imagined himself - knowing that he would - tear them apart as he had promised. After all, they were weaklings. A sniper and a slippery squid. Then, before the barrel of Cas' gun could fully raise, he tackled the both of them at once.


First, the massive Sair blocked the doorway, preventing escape from either of them. Then, he charged headfirst into Casar, who had in turn been in front of Nyx, sending them both to the floor. In that instant, the situation went from hopeful to nearly hopeless, because as much as they didn't want to accept it, he was right. The only one that had stopped the Saur from tearing the entire team apart was Jagar.


"Come on. Put up a fight!" He roared, drawing a skinning blade from his hip, used for disemboweling large Niselan wildlife. "I'm gonna cut weakling heads off ... show them to Vekht when I kill him too. Give the Vekht - Jagar - a lesson in family." He chuckled, menacingly.


Then, Casar shot up at him, hand grabbing magnetically for his blade. It wasn't the most tactical of decisions, but most of his tactics did come from a long range, after all.


...


"Shut up, Jagar." Imille said, meanly. "You should know by now that I do whatever the hell I want."


Before they could progress, Imille noticed the mechanical beasts from earlier descending upon the fallen Atlas crew. She held a hand up and hissed a "Stop!", because it was entirely possible that their jaunt through the portal had rendered them temporarily unnoticed. The scene that unfolded before them was gruesome, even for the hunter, who had made some particularly nasty scenes himself in the past.


The blood-curdling scream of a female Atlas scientist joined the cacophony of the robots waking up. At ground level, she was one of few who had survived the fall. Desperately, the human scientist dragged herself along the black hex floor, barely able to maintain grip with her hands, and her broken body being dragged behind. She was converged on by a beast, who much like beforehand, sharpened its limb into a point. It jammed the limb through her back and through the hex floor beneath. Then, its core began charging a laser blast. The doctor looked away, haunted still by the screams of the scientist. Then, silence.


She cowered against Jagar, uttering some particularly frightened noises herself. Her hands pressed into the wound in the center of his chest, attempting to stop the blood flow. "Go - go slowly, until we're seen ..." She said. "Then we run. I know that we can make it, and maybe... maybe, looking at this material - maybe they're too heavy to float." She hoped, her hand still tightly gripping the handle of her rifle. "Jagar - if I don't make it, leave me behind. Fuck your honor, I can't - I can't keep dragging you all down."
 
While Casar was grabbing for the blade Nyx decided to show the Saur that they weren't just cannon fodder, that they were dangerous in different ways. She jumped up and landed on the Saur's massive forearm before running up the side of his arm and looped her legs around his neck and locked in a triangle. Khal went wide eyed as Nyx cut off his air supply completely, the slippery squid be much more slippery than he had thought as she completely bypassed his defenses. She sealed the choke up by wrapping her arms around her leg and twisted even harder, just out of arm's reach for the Saur as his blade was ripped out of his hand by Casar.


He began gasping for breath, he was beginning to see stars in his eyes and the metal plating that had been haphazardly put on his neck to protect it was being pressed deeper into his wound causing blood to seep out around the seams.


"I GOT A FEW TRICKS, BITCH!" Nyx shouted, punched the Saur in the back of the head with her free hand. "THERE AIN'T NO TAPPING OUT HERE, I"M GONNA FUCKING STRANGLE YOU!" She roared, putting her whole body into the action while the Saur clawed at her legs. He then began to bash her against the wall behind them while kicking Casar across the glass and into the other room. He was bashing Nyx so hard that there was a massive dent in the wall now, he used his full body weight until finally she couldn't take it anymore and let go, jumping into the main room and fleeing back. Khal was chuckling while he was rubbing his neck.


"Cute trick... Lemme show you mine." Khal ran through the dented area he had made with Nyx and now into the main room, breaking through and sending pieces of wall and glass towards Casar and Nyx. He rushed over to Nyx and grabbed her by the throat, he then began to bash her into the walls which were lined with equipment containing research data. Khal didn't care, he was no scientist. Nyx began to get shocked by the broken tech, her wet skin further causing the shocks to be even more devastating. "Smells like someone's cooking squid..." The Saur whispered, staring down at Nyx with such a perverse smile the mask he had once worn would have been a welcome cover up.


...


"Dragging us down? You drag us back together." Jagar grunted, his words flowing much easier than normally. He felt strongly about what he was saying and the words seemed to come to him easily. "Em-lee the glue." He whispered, walking along while holding onto her quietly. The monstrosities were too far busy to catch on to them, especially with their pace and low profile. "Glue hold together family. Without Em-lee, no help Neex. Neex part of clan. Need her, need Em-lee. Need Cazzer..." He let out a sigh. "Need Si. Si, come in Si. Jagar... We need Interceptor. Getting close to surface, unlock controls while ago. Need you. NOW!"


The fleeing Atlas employees weren't making it out of the city alive. The robot defenders were all strategically placing themselves in their way, eradicating anyone who got even close to leaving. They still had a few moments before they'd have to deal with that so Jagar looked down at Imille.


"How about... Neither of us die today. We both make it. We go save Neex and Cazzer as we most mature. Save our family and get back to ship. Then... vacation."
 
Casar pulled himself up from the remnants of the glass observation window. He had been wearing a fair amount of armor, meaning he wasn't in Nyx's situation and wasn't forced to deal with the glass, but the concussive blow was enough to disorient him. It wasn't enough to stop him, to Khal's discontent, as the mage raised his gun to Khal's back. A searing shot rang through the air, piercing an unarmored part of the Saur's ribs. He continued firing, forcing the gargantuan offender to drop Nyx or take an immense amount of damage. Instead of simply relenting, Khal swung around, Nyx's throat still clutched in his grip, and launched the squidwoman at Casar again. Having expected it this time around, Casar braced himself. Of course, his strength was no means enough to really catch Nyx, but that didn't mean he couldn't soften the blow. It opened up enough time, however, for Khal to rip at him, clutching around the heated core gun and ripping it out of the mage's hands and throwing it down. It skidded across the floor, landing near to Nyx, His other hand came down quick against his helmet, cracking the visor thoroughly.


The mage didn't fall. Instead, he gripped around Khal's wrist, tightening around it. Before the Saur could pull back, another shock ricocheted through his body. A brief moment of paralyzation hit him, as the skinning knife came up to slice open the raging warrior's eye, coating the mage's armor in another fine mist of blood. The Saur raged out, jerking forward to grab Casar and stop his assault. Before he could, the mage dodged sideways, synaptic accelerators in full gear. Casar gripped the back of his shoulder, climbing onto his back like a pest, and slammed the skinning knife down into him. It broke off against his armor, leaving him with his own measely survival knife. Still, he hung on, intending to incapacitate the Saur through electric shock until they could get a fair amount of shots on him.


Then, it happened. Before he could realize what was happening, the Saur had bitten straight through his armor and into the meat and bone of his forearm, spilling Casar's own blood for the first time in the day. The mage screamed out, beating against the back of Khal's head viciously. He didn't relent; not until there was nothing else connected. Then, when a shark-sized chunk of the mage's arm was gone, he fell backwards off of the Saur. Throwing himself to his feet, he stumbled toward the hatch door, reaching out to pull it open once again.


...


Imille nodded, attempting to regain her composure. Saving Nyx and Casar felt like a distant thought, but she held onto the sliver of hope that Psy was listening on the other end. Delayed, but listening. Argument or not, there was undoubtedly nothing that would stop the android from at least attempting to save his friend. That was, if he knew. Still, covered in the purple blood that she'd tried to stop against the ebb of multiple hearts, it wasn't looking good. They needed to leave, now. And even when they did, they desperately needed to get Jagar to medical attention.


Soon, and through a quicker pace than they had found previously, the exit to the city had come into view. They had nearly reached it, when a laser had shot through the air, stopping just short an inch away from both of them. The mechanical monstrosity that had spotted them shot toward them at a frightening pace. It almost seemed as if the single beast had wordlessly alerted the others, as even from far away, their orbed heads swivelled to focus in on the fleeing pair. Imille drew her gun up, realizing that their cover had been compromised, and fired toward the encroaching mass. The shots ricocheted off of its blackened material, sending out dangerous beams of energy in the other direction.


Realizing that nothing they did would effect the guardians of the tomb in any particular manner, the doctor disengaged from Jagar. She landed on her feet, glancing around everywhere. Then, her eyes landed on it. An Atlas beam, reaching up to the ceiling but not fully making it. She quickly fired at the base of it, melting the support on which it laid. The massive support began to sway in place, precariously. The gunfire prompted the guardian to reach out with a sharpened prong, jabbing at both Imille and Jagar.
 
Nyx watched in horror as the Saur bit down into Casar's arm, she was even more disgusted by the fact that Khal actually ate said chunk after Casar began to stumble away. Khal let out a disgusted sound for a moment, giving Casar long enough time to reach the hatch.


"Augment meat?... You tainted yourself..." The Saur grumbled, spitting out the chewed up chunk of forearm and began stomping towards Casar once more. "You're pretty good kid, better than I gave you credit for. Ain't no one has taken my eye before. Get a new augment in place and be even more effective... Atlas is going to love me." He said with a smirk, Casar's blood dripping down his terrifying mouth. Khal was legitimately insane, not even feeling remorse for his destroyed eye even after how painful it had been. It was as if he didn't register pain quite as well as other people, even with his thickened skin surely he felt pain but it was as if he was numb to it all.


Nyx dragged her glass filled, broken body towards Casar's energy core gun. She gripped the handle only for it to burn her hand at first, cursing, she realized that it was either burn her hand and have a chance to escape or not and have both of them dying. With a great display of will power she wrapped her hand around a gun that instantly began burning her, searching for an additional power source as if she was Casar. As quickly as she could, she raised the pistol and aimed it at Khal's back. Specifically, where Jagar had managed to sink a harpoon through and halted the Saur's healing ability. She fired, not having as fine tune of control over it as Casar she depleted the entire pistol in one shot.


Khal groaned as he fell to his knees, Nyx screamed as her gloved hand was now bare from the heat the gun gave off. It felt much worse than it was, if they ever got back to Imille she'd have a fighting chance to recover her nerves before they were too badly burnt. She barely was able to let go of the gun, it ripping her skin off as it fell to the ground. Khal was in a whole other world of pain, a massive chunk of his back and torso was gone. The hole from before had been ripped open to an extreme that Khal hadn't even experienced before, his massive ribs keeping his organs in place otherwise they were exposed to the air gruesomely. Even he couldn't ignore such pain, roaring to himself as his healing ability wouldn't even kick in.


Nyx ran past him to the hatch, seeing where Casar was trying to escape to. Even facing the artifact over Khal was better... Worst case scenario they died instantly. "PULL!" Nyx screamed, assisting Cas with her nonburnt hand on ripping open the extremely heavy hatch.


...


Jagar reached out and grabbed the sharpened prong and began to wrestle with it, making sure it didn't even graze Imille. He refused to lose her now, being the healer of his clan meant that she was more important in his mind so he took on impossible odds while bleeding out. He managed to push the mechanical monstrosity away, only to see that the others were now quickly approaching. They simply floated over toward them, levitating with ease and looking incredibly menacing. Jagar grabbed his pistol and began shooting the support beam with Imille. Finally, it gave way. The ramp they were standing on immediately dropped, where they were going now neither of them had been to before.


Both Imille and Jagar began sliding down the massive platform, fasting than the robots could follow. It was incredibly steep, so much so that it was incredibly easy to simply go flying off the edge and down into the abyss. Imille was noticeably ahead of Jagar so he tucked his arms in to his chest and straightened out, making himself slide down quicker. She was getting dangerously close to the edge and that was the last way she would want to go. Jagar grabbed on to her in the middle of their descent, hoisting her up onto himself causing himself to bleed even more but he had seen something she didn't.


A massive chasm inbetween the ramp and a potential exit.


"Hold on..." He grunted, wrapping his arms around her as he got ready to jump. The divide was ridiculous, their odds were so incredibly low and with Jagar injured this was going to be even more dangerous. They got near the end of the ramp and the Vekht somehow hoisted both of them up without the use of his hands, kicking off with his feet he began to run down the platform with Imille in tow. It was short lived however as he made the jump, soaring through the air as Imille screamed at the top of her lungs at what was going on. Jagar then activated his boosters in mid jump, the remaining fuel they had just enough to propel them onto the ledge of a strange looking, rocky entrance to the city. They both landed hard, Jagar letting go of Imille once they were safe and collapsing beside her. He was bleeding more heavily now, but, they were away from the robots for now and had made it to a potential exit.
 
The hatch door slid open, the difficulty lying in how injured the both of them had been. They were being chased by an absolute monster, but layer by layer, they were peeling down at him. Still, he was absolutely terrifying in every manner, especially with how remorselessly he had bitten into the mage's arm. Both Nyx and Casar collapsed into the artifact room, one after the other, with the latter being unable to support his own weight due to half of the muscle in his arm being eviscerated. He struggled to get fully into the room, only able to do so after Nyx had breathlessly dragged him in. In reality, every single one of them had been on their last limb, with the battle that was occurring having been everyone giving it their all.


It took Khal a formidable amount of time to stagger back to his feet, with the shot from the core gun searing his insides and giving a particularly nasty fume to the air. When he did, however, he came back threefold. It was an advantage that the Calivarian and Human didn't have, as the Saur species only got more difficult to kill as they fought. The two of them managed to pull the door closed behind them, with Casar raising his uninjured arm and hand to lock it. Then, something terrifying happened.


He ripped the hatch off of its hinges, the horrible noise of metal screeching filling the now connected rooms. Casar climbed to his feet, standing in front of the heavily wounded Nyx, with his own bloodied, still gushing arm plastered to his chest, unwilling to move. Khal saw the attempt, and gave a brisk, hoarse laugh. It sharply contrasted the roar of pain that he'd expelled before. Then, he slammed into Casar. They traveled over Nyx, landing dangerously close to the artifact. Hair prickled up, standing on their edges as they'd approached it, and something felt incredibly wrong. Khal reared his fist back, slamming it into the already-broken helmet of the mage. Again. And again. And again. It seemed as if he were blissfully unaware of the effect of the artifact; that, or he was too maddened to care.


Unfortunately for Nyx - and Casar, by extension - the hot gun that she had let go of beforehand was far in the other room. The only weapons that had been in sight were the ones dangling off of Khal's hip.


...


Imille climbed to her feet, unsteadily. The crash they had experienced was disorienting to say the least, with both the mass of Jagar's body and no remaining fuel to cushion their fall. The doctor held her hand out to the Vekht, offering to help him up. In a moment of brief comic relief, he'd pulled her back to the ground as the dizzied, blood-lossed giant attempted to get up without really thinking. Imille pulled on his armor, using it as a grip to lightly try to get him to move to the exit.


"Just ... Just a little more. And then I can swim you ... I can swim you back to the transport ship, weight be damned!" she yelled, as she strained herself to help Jagar move. "It'll be like - like earlier. Like the race - except instead of cheating - I'll have a huge fucking handicap!" she cried out. Eventually, the two of them had made it to the exit. Imille's shaking hand reached up to the door, touching it as Nyx had done before. It opened up, morphing into the walls around it. A barrier of floating water awaited them. Then, they shoved themselves into it, successfully leaving the city behind.


There, the doctor was able to begin to assist the injured Vekht with his swim. She took place to the side of him, rapidly kicking her legs and expending all of her energy on propelling the both of them forward.
 
In his madness Khal didn't see Nyx's broken form crawling over to him. As he bashed in Casar's helmet an extreme blood lust filled Khal, one he had never actually felt before as he bashed in the helmet, sending the visor into Casar's face as he broke through. His senses were numb and dull, thrashing the techno mage as he tried to fit his massive hands in to rip the boy's face off.


"YOU TOOK MY EYE SO I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR'S!" The Saur roared, beginning to slam Casar's body again and again. Luckily for him his armor was as strong as it was otherwise he'd be long gone by now from this onslaught. Nyx noticed, seeing that Casar, while being thrashed, he was able to hold on much longer than the Saur gave him credit for. She stumbled to her feet and ripped Khal's shotgun off his belt, his reaction was delayed as he turned around and seen the Calivari woman holding the ridiculously large shotgun. It took all her might to hold such a gun up, causing the Saur to laugh at it. "What are you going to do, bitch?... Fire that thing? You can barely hold it up." He stomped on Casar swiftly as he tried to get up to assist Nyx, not once submitting to Khal. "Hand it over... I'll make your death quick."


Nyx starred down the Saur, her arms trembling underneath the weight of the gun. Her fingers found the trigger, having to use several of them just to properly fire the gun.


"Come and get it..." She said quietly, causing the Saur to shake his head as he pounced at her. He began running straight towards Nyx who took a side step as he passed by and fired the shotgun. The recoil sent Nyx to her ass and the shotgun flying across the room. The result however, was truly horrifying. Khal took the shot directly to his injured side, sending him toppling right into the artifact. The Saur's arm barely grazed it but that's all that it took. Khal was frozen in place, red beams fired out of the crystal center and began to send a harmless beam throughout his body. The Saur began to laugh at them, trying to rip away but it kept him in place.


As Khal began to try and remove himself from the artifact, the thin red lasers began to point themselves at different points in his body. He growled as he was facing a force that he couldn't get away from. No matter all his might he was stuck in place, glued to the lamp looking object completely. He then began to feel strange, Nyx began covering her eyes with her hands and began to weep. Khal was confused, what was going on? Then, in an instant, it was over.


The room filled with a massively bright red light, an indescribable heat filled the room as Khal simply seized to exist. Each of those tiny lasers eradicated him after scanning him, instead of zapping him into a pile of goo like most concentrated lasers did it seemed to absorb Khal's life force. Nyx covered her eyes but Casar seen as the Saur was literally liquefied then absorbed right into the crystal center. Once Khal had been absorbed the artifact went right back to the state it was in previously, completely still with no signs of a struggle or anything just happening. Nyx laid on the floor bawling as she witnessed it again, even if it was from someone she absolutely despised.


...


Jagar was passing out and waking up rapidly, his body trying to shut down to heal, causing the swim for Imille to be even more difficult. When he was conscious he kicked along with her but soon his paddling stopped and she was forced to support a massive man in the water. He had given a lot for her, he didn't want her to die down here too so he kept kicking away from her only to get swatted repeatedly. He was losing consciousness fast, that was until they heard the rumbling again. Out about a mile away from them the ground exploded and made way for a thin rectangular ship. It was thinner than the average space faring cruiser but looked to be big enough to hold whatever artifacts they had secured in the tomb.


"Neex.... Cazzer..." Jagar slurred, staring at the far away ship. "We have... save... them..." He said, swimming towards the ship and dragging Imille with him but it was of no use. "Save...." He grunted, holding his hand up towards the ship that soon disappeared up above. It was only a matter of time before they reached the surface and headed towards space. "Jagar too weak..." He groaned. "Jagar fail..."


"YOU SURE DID ASSHOLE!" A familiar, obnoxious voice said cutting through the silence of the sea. "MISS ME MOTHERFUCKERS?! I ONLY HAVE TWO OF YOU ON RADAR!"


"Ship... Neex... Cazzer... Took them." Jagar belted out, surprised that he felt relieved to hear Psy's voice.


"THAT GIANT FLOATING METAL PENIS? OF COURSE IT HAS CAS... JUST MY LUCK! ALRIGHT, I'LL COME BACK LATER FOR YOU TWO BYE!" Psy gleefully replied, they began to hear static on the other end then a faint giggle. "I'm just kidding, WATCH THIS!" Suddenly they seen a massive object above them, one that eclipsed any of the faint light down in the depths and found that Psy was crashing the Interceptor deep into the sea. The ship hovered above them and the airlock opened up, "ALL ABOARD MEAT TUBES! WE GOTTA BOARD THAT METAL TUBE AND SAVE OUR UHH... OTHER MEAT TUBES!"
 
"Psy, oh my god. I've never been happier to see your stupid ugly inorganic skull face! Also, the Interceptor is in the water! I'm going to ignore the logistics of that in favor of our survival!" Imille responded, cheerfully. Between words she breathed heavy, a result of pushing a massive man throughout the water while he struggled to get away and let himself drown. Equal parts relieved, pissed off, cheerful, in pain, and absolutely terrified, the doctor finally assisted Jagar onto the Interceptor. She forced herself through the airlock with her last remaining bits of energy, collapsing onto the docking bay of the Interceptor as soon as humanely possible.

Then, she realized. "Oh shit! Jagar!" Imille cried out, before scrambling back up to her feet. She practically ripped the first aid kit from the wall, causing all the contents to tumble down to the floor. Then, she scrambled back over to Jagar, practically collapsing where he had. She jabbed a needle into his neck. "This is gonna make you feel like SHIT, but to be completely honest, I don't think any bloodbank in the fucking Universe carries what you got, baby. So when your heart - er, hearts - feel like they're being torn out of your chest, just know that Momma Imille did it to save your ass from bleeding out. And, here -" she stopped, offering a hand out to the downed Vekht. Of course, it wouldn't help him much, but the alternative was attempting to treat him there. "We ... gotta get you to the medbay."


Her eyes shifted upwards, to the mish mash walls of the old Raider striker ship. They were leaking water into the Interceptor, quickly forming puddles around the doctor and the Vekht's feet. And, if it was happening there, it was happening in every part of the ship. "Okay Psy. Remember how I was talking about the dangers of oxidization? Well, this applies. Your effort was very valiant and all - and I do forgive you for being a complete asshat and not coming - but get us the FUCK outta this ocean before the low pressure habitation station bursts inside of an incredibly high pressure environment. That, and Cas and Nyx are on the Atlas ship. LETS GO!"


...


Seeing that the fight with Khal was finally over, Casar collapsed. He laid on his back inside of the ship, still dangerously close to the artifact. With what little strength he had been able to muster, he dragged himself, one-armed, away from the Saur goop and deathly, remorseless thing that had just killed Khal. With what little strength he had, he was able to make it about two feet, with Nyx completely unable to help him any further. They were both nearly destroyed, blood of each of their species marking the floors and walls. The artifact thrummed quietly, a peace overtaking it that was unmarked by the intermittent pained screams of the mage.


Blood seeped from his helmet, though obscured, there wasn't any telling how bad the damage had been. His arm was a different story, along with Nyx's hands, her glass-marked body, and bloodied bruises. The mage, nearly completely unconscious, lifted his hand up to point toward the door on the other side of the observation chamber. It slid open, allowing the Calivarian woman passage. "Go." he weakly commanded, unknowing that his team was coming to save them.


He collapsed again.


Even from the isolated dome of the Atlas ship, something began to thunder from above the skies.
 
"You already forgive me? Shit, guess I won't apologize then." He said, beginning to laugh wildly as he turned the ship back up towards the surface. "Say... Does this alarm anyone that we're actually leaking? I know it'll balance itself out by the time we hit the surface and even hit space we'll be fine but... Isn't it eerie? I mean... What if one of those mini breaches remained when we hit space and you all just get shot out? I'd survive... It would fucking suck just floating there but eventually I'd fall onto a planet or something after hitting low power mode." He shrugged at the controls as the Interceptor did the rest, racing after the Atlas ship. "And what's with this giant metal phallus? I've seen some weird ships in my day but a giant metal dick in the sky is not only hilarious, but really out of place."


Jagar stood up with Imille and began groaning in pain, his hearts starting to thump faster and faster as the medicine was kicking in already. He stumbled to his feet and the pain caused him to thrash around almost uncontrollably, Imille barely hanging on as she served to balance him out. They made it to the medical bay and Jagar slammed the door shut as they arrived to her surprise.


"Keep helmet on..." He instructed, ripping off his respirator as he slammed a button on the wall that equalized the air with chemicals from his homeworld so he could breath easy. His mouth was absolutely terrifying, the respirator serving as more of a way to make him look much friendlier than his face looked. He had gnarled teeth jutting out of his mouth, no wonder he had a hard time speaking. He collapsed onto the bed in the center of the room, breathing in heavily. When Imille looked at his respirator it had been functioning at 1/4th its power, showing that Jagar was effectively being suffocated slowly but surely. He took in deep, labored breaths, closing his eyes as he rested. "Si... Interceptor not breach ship. Going to force docking on side of... metal penis." He said, trying to speak Psy's language so he understood so Jagar wouldn't have to speak anymore. "You... save... Caz and Neex..." Jagar opened an eye and looked at Imille, "Hopefully... Em-lee save Jagar..."


"YOU GOT IT BIG GUY WE'RE GONNA DOCK WITH THIS COCK! WOOOO!" He shouted, slapping the Interceptor's controls around like they were in trouble. The Interceptor finally breached the surface and what Psy seen chilled him to the bone. "We uhh... We're fine! Everything is normal. Going to go save those two now..." He said, looking at something he couldn't even put into words. The Interceptor was much faster than the Atlas ship, catching up before they even made it off the planet. Psy with some quick maneuvering managed to line up the Atlas ship and force docking procedures, at the same time he forced them to accept said docking by hacking into their ship. "Pays being synthetic..." He mumbled, doing so many things at once an organic would't have been able to keep up. "OKAY! GONNA GO SAY HI TO OUR PENILE NEIGHBORS AND SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!"

...


Thunderous noises filled the Atlas ship as the remaining guards were bracing for an attack. On top of everything that was going on, a ship had docked with the ship. They all lined up at the docking hatch, all standing behind corners for cover and lining up. While everyone was getting into position, Nyx seen Casar open the door before passing out.


"Fuck me... Cas, you're too close to that thing..." She said teary eyed, reliving the first time she came into contact with that artifact when she seen Khal be destroyed by it. She quietly shuffled over to him and dragged him away, her last remaining bits of strength was used to pull him out of the room and through the broken hatch. "Come on Cas... We're getting out of here." She was surprised at how relatively light he felt even with all the augmentations, she weakly dragged him through the observation room and out towards the front of the ship. She stopped to grab his arc reactor pistol and stashed it on his belt, not wanting to touch that thing again.


As she was dragging Casar along the way she felt the shifting of the ship and the rumbles above. "What the fuck is going on..." She managed to make it to the next room before collapsing with Casar, so she made the best of it and dragged him over to her and supported him up. She had her arms around him as she sat in a lonely corridor just resting. "You owe me a lot Cas... Buuut... I owe you too. I won't tell you that you were hugging up on me when you were unconscious. Let's just sit here for a minute..." She let out a long sigh as she cradled the boy, feeling beyond exhausted and in a lot of residual pain from their fight with Khal.


"HERE'S PSY!" The robot shouted before busting open the Atlas airlock. The guards had no idea what hit them as it burst open with the psychopathic android rushing forward with two assault rifles in hand as he unloaded on everyone standing there. They tried to fire back but his shields just deflected the shots, causing him to take care of the small guard team with relative ease. "Wow... You guys killed everybody already? I feel cheated. OOOOOH PILOT!" He called, banging on the door to the cockpit. "LET ME IN!" He shouted, he heard frantic crying on the otherside. "Jeez... My bad dude. I'll come back for you in a bit!" He said cheerfully, skipping down the hall as he began to look for more organics to kill.


That's when he seen them. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY FRIEND WHORE?!" Psy said, raising his assault rifle to Nyx who was holding Casar. He walked closer and seen what was going on, how Casar was bleeding everywhere and Nyx was doing her best to cover his wound with her hands. "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!"


"We... got in a fight with a Saur... Alone. Unarmed..." She said, looking up at the android. "We tried our best and we eventually won but... he beat the shit out of us. Is Imille and Jagar safe?"


"Jagar is fucked up. And Imille... well... she's going to want to be fucked up when she sees whats going on outside. Give me him I'll... Take it from here." Psy bent down and picked up Casar, feeling a massive wave of guilt pass over him. "I'm... sorry... for... not trusting you Nyx. Looks like you got fucked up too, and by the long trail of blood you've carried him a long way. Can you walk?" She nodded at him, standing up and limping behind him.


"What's going on outside?" She asked, confused as to what he meant by that. Immediately Psy went silent, uncharacteristically so as he led the way back to the Interceptor. "Psy... what's going on?" She said as they boarded, the airlock sealing behind her as Psy laid down Casar on a nearby chair.


"Doc... I got Casar. And Nyx." He said through the comms. "They're fucked up too and well... We're about to be fucked up too if we don't get out of here."


"WHAT IS GOING ON PSY?!" Nyx screamed, trying to get the android to answer her. He looked down at the ground, then over to her.


"You should see for yourself..." Psy said quietly, rushing over to the pilot seat with Nyx close behind. He disengaged from the Atlas ship, not caring about any survivors left on board. Whatever he had seen had spooked him, and just as they took off Nyx worked her way up to the pilot seat to see what he was talking about. She was speechless, in complete shock.


The Exodlites were orbiting the planet.
 
Outside, Exodlite guard ships dotted the skies of Nisela. They were like checkerboards, each put in place for a specific reason. The amount of time it had taken for them to descend upon the planet was little to none; a force so organized that that had nearly all come out of hyperspace at the same time and began setting up to take the planet. Nyx watched in horrors as her once beautiful skies became awash with red light, slowly leeching out of each drone ship until they had finally connected to each other. It formed a massive red imposing shield over them, and in turns, the oceans went red with reflected light. The atmosphere reflected the same color, blanketing them all in darkness and menacing cover at the same time. There was little the Calivarian woman could do but watch as her beautiful blue home planet became a seething red shielded landscape.


Jolting out from hyperspace, the lot of them could all see massive ships phase in from the outer Universe. The assault wasn't over; not yet. As if to add insult to injury, a gigantic, almost Harvester-esque ship suddenly came into view. It was right above them, dwarfing the Interceptor by a long shot. Only, unlike a Harvester, it bore a multitude of holes dotting the flat bottom. It was the only thing they could fixate upon, with its mass reflecting the stark Exodlite logo on the waters below. A black circle, surrounded by a ring. Staring. Staring down at Nisela. And even though Nyx had never been attacked by Exodlites itself, it was almost as if that symbol laid claim to the lands, ripping it from her aquatic fingers. She knew something bad was going to happen - as soon as that symbol had blessed the waters.


A drone filled the air, reverberating across the planet and sweeping across it like a wave. It came in waves, like the water. It would be silent for seconds, and then the natives, the sealife, and everything on the planet would hear it. It was like a distorted tornado siren, waking the silent seas from their slumber. The oceans began to become tumultuous before anything had even happened, the waters beneath them becoming massive tidal waves just in response to the noise. If Imille, Jagar, and even the unconscious Casar didn't know anything was wrong then, they certainly would have as the ship itself vibrated in response to the Imperial Exodus engagement. It almost sounded like the wailing of the millions of souls they had taken before, all screaming in unison to make one perfect, cacophonous harmony.


Banging against the glass didn't help.


There was nothing they could do.


They couldn't stop the siege.


They were powerless.


...


In the medbay, the ship began to shake. "Whatthefuckis-" Imille started, before the vibrations nearly sent her to the floor. Cursing, she grabbed onto the medical table Jagar had laid on. Then, she began work on him, all while worrying about what was happening outside. "Psy - Psy, what's happening?" she questioned, simultaneously injecting Jagar with enough painkillers to get him standing and walking as if everything was fine. That, and the drugs coursing through his veins were forcing him to make more blood, putting stress on his heart. "Cas? Nyx?" she questioned out, through telecomms.


Despite his gruesomeness - through many wounds and horrible jagged teeth - Imille placed a hand onto the Vekht's forehead, comforting him. "You're gonna be fine. Emlee gonna save you, like Emlee save all her babies. It's not even a question." she said, forcing a smile. Still, the alarms going off outside were trial enough. She began working hyperweave into the areas of his flesh that had been flayed off, closing the wounds with hyper-advanced technology. All in all, Jagar was in a formidable amount of pain as it binded with his skin, almost feeling as if it were exascerbating his injuries. Then, the drugs began to kick in, taking the edge off.
 
"No...." Nyx said, looking at the blockade before them. Psy immediately swerved the ship away from the glowing shield racing along side it as the Exodlites began to blockade the planet. "No no no... What are they doing here? This can't be... This can't be happening. The Exodlites? What do they want?" She said, helplessly as she starred out into space. Psy continued to punch it while Nyx asked her questions into the open air, "Why are they surrounding the planet are?... No... The stories can't be true." She said, tears forming in her eyes. "THEY WILL NOT TAKE NISELA!" She screamed, slamming her burnt hand into the seat next to Psy. She didn't even feel the pain when she did so, too focused on what was happening outside. "JAGAR! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! WHAT SORT OF WEAPONS DOES THE INTERCEPTOR HAVE?" She shouted, irrationally thinking that they could actually do something about such a massive raid. "JAGAR?!"


Jagar groaned as he pressed a few buttons on his wrist computer, pulling up a screen so both he and Imille could see what was happening outside. His eyes went wide as he seen the massive size of the blockade and how Psy was doing best to try and evade it as more and more ships arrived. Jagar couldn't believe his eyes, he hadn't ever seen a blockade like this before. None of them had.


"Interceptor have small guns... There... nothing we can do Nyx." He replied, "We... have to escape."


"NO!" The Calivarian woman shouted. "NOOOO! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! THEY ARE GOING TO KILL BILLIONS OF PEOPLE! INNOCENT PEOPLE!" She cried, her voice becoming hoarse already from her cries for help. "THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING WE CAN DO!"


"I've calculated the probability of us being able to do anything Nyx..." Psy said, some sympathy in his voice. "There is an absolute 0 chance we'd even be able to take out one of their ships. By then, the planet would already be destroyed. I'm sorry." Nyx hit Psy out of anger, then again, then again. She was doing literally no damage to him and only hurting herself and to everyone's surprise he let her.


"COWARD! You're a broken robot, your probabilities don't mean shit!" She shouted. "LOOK! You are going to sit idly by while they surround the planet?"


"If I could do something Nyx..." The android replied quietly. "I would... I fucking HATE Exodlites, more so than I hate organics. I would destroy them all if I could but even I know when a battle is lost. I'm..." He paused, his voice glitching out but he had to say this. "I'm sorry."


Other ships began to emerge from the seas, racing towards the heavens as they breached the Exodlite blockade. The Interceptor crew was cutting it close, having to cross the entire width of the blockade as the shields went up. The entire time, more and more Harvesters arrived bearing the same symbol underneath them. It burned into Nyx's eyes as she watched them arrive, the increasingly loud sound the ships emitting getting louder and louder.


There was nothing they could do.
 
Casar awoke, just in time for Imille to rush into the cockpit to both take Casar into the medical wing and view the Exodlite invasion with her own eyes. Suddenly, his screams cut the cockpit air like a knife as he clutched at his helmet, gruesomely pulling out the impacted shards of glass from his face. He slammed his hand into the helmet disengage button, and just as it had done a million times before, it slid into the neck piece of his suit. That's when he'd truly seen it. The emblazoned iris of Damaris. It was as if he had gone from a horrible daydream to his absolute nightmare, as the Exodlite forces began to barricade the planet in. Imille grabbed the panicking, flailing Casar. "CAS! STOP! RELAX!" She commanded, holding the boy in place. He reached out, unintentionally smacking the doctor across the face and falling out of the chair. That's when the pain set in again.


There was so much chaos, so much sorrow. She felt it from all of them. Most of all Nyx, who had been freaking out worse than Casar. The doctor, wanting to comfort the Calivarian but knowing there was no way to do so in the Universe, reached down to stop Casar from flailing and aggravating his injuries. "Cas - Cas, stop." She said, calmer. Less frantic, she was able to get him to his feet, leaving heavily on her as he did so. His eyes - which amazingly, hadn't been completely mangled, looked between Psy and the viewport, utterly confused. One moment he was near death, and the next, he was sitting on the Interceptor watching his former slavers raid the planet he had fought so vehemently to protect. His arm dangled at his side, practically useless and still gushing blood, to boot.


"Nyx - I'm - I'm sorry... I'm going to get him down and then - then come treat your injuries." Imille said, full of fear and tears and completely defeated along with the rest of them. She left her friend to suffer in the cockpit for that moment, as she took Cas back to the medical wing.


Ships around them burst into fiery explosions, killing the occupants that had attempted to flee the invasion too late. The grimness of their situation had set in fully. That they could very well not make it anywhere out of there, even after so much effort put into surviving. Then, Psy suddenly jerked the ship upwards.


The Interceptor shook violently, filled with the sound of screaming metal, as a piece of it had been completely flayed away by the shield. The residential dorms set out an alert as the backmost rooms fell away.
 
"HOLD ON!" Psy shouted as the back rooms had been ripped from the ship. The Interceptor responded in full, sealing the breach with space shutters. Nyx couldn't believe her eyes as the planet was almost completely engulfed by these shielded ships. The worst part was seeing all the people fleeing, many of the citizens had caught wind of what was going on and were rapidly fleeing now. They were desperately trying to escape, hundreds of ships jumping out of the water frantically and slicing through the sky as quickly as they could. No one had ever considered Nisela being attacked, it was so far into the outer rim that most outsiders had never even heard of it or seen the people from there. Soon, no one would be able to do either of those things.


The blockade was still sealing, it would take some time to cover an entire planet but the Exodlites were efficient and cold. They cared not about the people fleeing, this was all simply to complete their mission sent out by their Emperor himself. Leading the helm of the main harvester known only as the Harbinger was the infamous General Knox himself. He looked down at the once beautiful water world, now shaded in a dark red hue that blanketed over everything in sight.


"Seal the blockade..." The Crusader General said quietly, crossing his arms in front of him with a scowl on his face as he stared down their target. "Do not let that ship containing the artifact escape. It's vital to our holy journey, failure now is unacceptable. If they do escape... I will not punish you... Emperor Damaris will." Those cold, calculated words sent all of the Exodlites into overdrive as their leader spoke to them. "How long until the planet is completely sealed?"


"T-Minus 5 minutes sir. The other ships are getting into position on the other side of the planet."


Knox gave his assistant a firm nod as he stood at his command post overseeing every troop's movement and what each ship was doing. It was practically a game to him, looking down at the holographic display showing all of his resources and who was doing what. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he selected every Harvester that was in position already. "Harvesters currently in place... Drop your payloads. This planet is... a blight on the cosmic plane. An unholy world with heretics who dare oppose our journey by stealing what is rightfully our Emperor's... Engage Volatization Bombing NOW." He said firmly, pressing a button at his command center.


Then, the bombs began to fall.


The sphere symbol in the center of the Exodlite center on the bottom of the Harvesters opened up to reveal itself to be the location where the Harvesters dropped close range missiles. One by one each Harvester began to drop their payload, sending massive megaton bombs soaring through the air all piercing the surface of the ocean. The Interceptor crew watched as each bomb dropped into the water, doing nothing at all. Unfortunately, Nyx thought this meant the Exodlites had failed their mission and they had a chance.


"THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S GOING TO TAKE MORE THAN THAAA NOOOOOO!" She screamed as the bombs began to detonate. It was a horrific sight as these specialized bombs began to go off, literally vaporizing all organic life along with the sea itself with each detonation. It looked as if massive nuclear missiles were going off only for the water that use to be in place of where they detonated disappeared. The water level kept trying to balance back out and fill the suddenly missing areas but another bomb went off, time and time again they detonated causing the sky to turn a terrible orange. The area around them was a totally unnatural color, causing this already traumatic experience to be even more horrifying. It was like something out of a nightmare, watching as everything Nyx had ever known was evaporated before her very eyes.


She began to get very light headed as she seen Nehope be obliterated by several of the Volatile bombs. She braced herself against the copilot chair, glass in her hands being dug deeper but she couldn't feel the pain. It didn't even register to her that she was bleeding onto the chair as she watched in a daze as everything she had known and love was wiped away forever. The bombs continued to fall and the barricade got larger and larger but they were finally gaining some speed, the loss of the backside of the ship meant less weight was dragging them down as they tore through the atmosphere trying to escape.


"They're... monsters... We... have... to... stop them we can't... just let them do this to Nisela... We can still... fight we can..." Nyx said, her face alarmingly pale as she watched the destruction of Nisela. Tears caked her face as she could barely keep herself standing, talking in incoherent sentences. She could barely hold it together but she needed to see this, if they were going to destroy her world she wanted to see every bit of it. Already Nyx planned on using ever ounce of this despair and hatred towards them. Revenge was already on her mind even before her planet was gone, a deep indescribable anger brewing in her gut. "Get out... Run..." She muttered, seeing escaping ships getting obliterated by the blockade.


She couldn't stand idly by, she rushed over to the communications in the cockpit and plugged into a very specific channel. Then, she patched into another, then another. Nyx was doing something very dangerous when it came to space communications, she was patching in to every ship in the proximity of the planet including the Exodlites. It was her only way to get her message out. Then, her sharp wit proved to still be as sharp even under such distress.


"People of Nisela!" She spoke in an entirely different language than usual, the translators not picking up on it. She was using a very old language that most natives on the planet knew but translators hadn't been programmed to translate. "They are blocking our way out and destroying everything... Nisela is lost and the only way we can survive this is if we make it out before they seal us in. They're only minutes away from sealing us in so get in your ships and fly as fast as you can. Nehope is gone. Nisailine is gone. Countless other cities are. The blockade is clear on the west side of the planet near Natro and Nalina, Fly... Fly as fast as you can and please survive... If anyone is to ever know of what happened here you must survive. This is Nyx Orivala, please, flee." She then turned off the communicators and went back to watching the desolation of Nisela. "I hope they got that..." She said to Psy quietly.


"I sure as fuck didn't!"
 
In the medical wing, Imille was still tending to Casar and Jagar. Casar, who had been too weak to fight against Imille dragging him to the medbay, still thrashed out to retaliate against the doctor, whose intentions were always good. It didn't mean much in the ways of comfort, however, as the planet that they had spent so much time protecting in some form or another began to be decimated by the bombs dropping into the ocean. Evaporated water began to rise from the oceans as the bombs underneath exploded like muted firecrackers, making pops so deafly loud that it would have deafened anyone residing in the once beautiful oceans. Deafened, and then burned. Chaotic black steam began taking the place of the waters almost entirely, making its way up to the shield where it would be contained. Then, the planet would be cooked. Every creature in the ocean would suffer a horrible death, and those who didn't suffer to the boiling waters would almost certainly suffer from suffocation and decimation.


"Don't - don't - fucking, let me GO! YOU BITCH!" Casar screamed out, as he'd tried to descend from the table. Blood caked the front of his blackened face, as well as still-lodged shards of visor glass, precariously close to his eye. Imille took the punishment in stride, as the mage's flailing punches didn't particularly hurt her. She stepped back, waiting for him to calm down or tire himself, only stepping forward once again to make sure he didn't launch himself off of the table. In that moment, the doctor went back to Jagar. Biting back more tears as she'd listened to Nyx broadcast her desperate message across the waves, the more-than-empathetic Imille nearly hunching over the table in grief. Still, she continued work on the Vekht, stabilizing him for the time being. He was heavily injured, of course, and surely still in pain even through the drugs, but he was stabilized, and that's what mattered. The doctor turned back to Casar, who was more than pale from blood loss and shock and calming down.


She began to wrap his arm to his chest after dislodging his armor, knowing well that any drugs she put him on wouldn't help save it. There was no regrowing back the muscle and flesh that had been torn out, and the mage would just have to deal with that until she could create something to heal him with. His eyes settled on the feed from Jagar's wrist computer, watching helplessly as the planet had been destroyed. Never in his life had he thought he would feel such anger for such a thing, especially after Oeutune and how he'd cared so little for it beforehand. Watching the destruction firsthand forced the mage to rethink everything properly, as he'd felt a grief for the planet that he didn't know he had. A grief that even the Gaius team couldn't instill in him. He raised his functioning arm over his eyes, batting away sorrow of his own. Then, he balled up his fist and hit himself.


"We'll ... get through this ... We just ... We gotta stick together." Imille said, biting her lip under her respirator. "I don't know - I don't know if Nyx will. But ... she's part of our pack now. We be there for her, Cas. And that means calming down. Your planet didn't get destroyed." she said, almost bitterly. She left the mage to be alone with his thoughts after seeing that both of her patients were stable, despite needing much more work. She descended from the medical wing once again, kit in hand. Then, she joined the grieving Calivarian woman in the cockpit. Almost afraid to approach her friend, but knowing that the squidwoman needed some semblance of support, she slowly approached her friend, taking her burnt hand in hers and kneeling down to silently treat it.


"Nyx ... I ... know I can't say anything to help this. But ... I'm sorry." the doctor said as she'd gingerly wrapped the burnt appendage in hyperweave. "I-I'm sorry that we're not strong enough to save your planet. But ... but we can get stronger. It's too late for this, and ... it doesn't feel real. But please know that you - you have a home here. It won't mean anything; not for a while. But they're too strong right now, and we're too weak. But we can change that, and attack them where it hurts." Imille said, not fully knowing what to say but realizing that it wouldn't matter, anyway. Nisela was evaporating below them, obfuscating the planet almost entirely from view with the steam contained in the shielding. The doctor felt Nyx falling from shock, and guided her back into the co-captain's chair. There, she began working on Nyx's own health, having had to pick the shards of glass out of her skin manually. "We'll help you-" she stopped, looking to Psy, unsure if she should say much at all as far as their team's support. "I'll help you. However I can. It won't mean much now, but ... I'm there for you. I'm ... I'm so sorry."


Casar looked to Jagar, both of them helpless in their own way.


"I'm ... I'm going to kill them all." Casar managed. "You still want ... a big hunt?"
 
Jagar was breathing heavily on the med bay bed, usually his wounds didn't effect him nearly as much but just the sheer volume of them had him incapacitated. He looked over to Casar, taking labored breaths and his eyes hazy. He did however, hear every word Casar had spoken to him and replied, "The biggest... Hunt..." The Vekht looked absolutely terrifying with his face full of teeth and horns but something about it in this moment actually looked reassuring. They had a monster on their side, a murderous android, a pissed off augmented former Exodlite, a doctor who even though she was being insulted left and right continued to help. And now, they had a woman filled with nothing but vengeance and hate. "We.... will... Destroy... Them..." Jagar grunted, shifting his eyes back to the destruction. "We heal... We train... We... kill them... all."


"T-Minus 2 minutes until a complete seal, General Knox." One of his assistants said, walking up to him and showing him a datapad with a bunch of information on it. "Less than 10% of the planet's population has evaded us."


"Lower the Heretic's numbers... These... godless fiends will feel the wraith of the Exodlite army and the fist of Knox." The General said, his never ending scowl present as he spoke of killing millions as if they were nothing. "Continue bombardment, new Harvesters in place this is General Knox." He said, speaking across several ships once more. "Secondary ships open fire on the fleeing ones if they get past the shields. Give me a status report on the artifact's location. Now."


"We've identified it as an... Atlas corporation ship. A heretic company that specializes in technology with not so great hidden illegal activities." His assistant said, shaking as she stood in the prescience of the general. "They are a shell company based on maximizing profits, a truly vile heretic scheme. They have secured the artifact on a rather odd looking ship, it is not fast enough to pass through the shields. Shall we recover it before the cleansing is complete?"


Knox nodded firmly, "I don't want to have to keep our Lord waiting by picking up pieces of the Atlas ship off this husk of a planet. Retrieve the ship, do not touch the artifact. I will take care of that..."


Back on the Interceptor Psy was ducking and weaving from sudden gunfire from the Exodlite ships. They were now open firing on all of the escaping ships along with bombing the planet while barricading them in. The android was a much better pilot than anyone had ever thought before, interfacing himself into the Interceptor much like Dayle of the Gaius was famous for. He was moving around literally as the Interceptor, his metal skeleton form slumping over in its seat as he fully committed to bringing them out. Nyx sat silently, tears streaming down her face as Imille was taking care of her trying to comfort her. Even during this overwhelming situation she felt a lot of gratitude towards the doctor, calming down in her prescience as the shock of it all began to wane.


"Thank you... Sarai..." She whimpered, "Without... you... I would fling myself into those shields... Just... hoping to break open their line and get more people out. I did what I could. We did what we could." Her voice was hoarse and throaty, she had screamed so loud it was almost hard to decipher what she was saying. "If we don't make it out of this I uhh... Wanted you to know that you're the best friend I ever had." She said, not smiling or smirking as she normally did but was practically being drowned by her own sorrow and defeat. "We've only known eachother for only a little while but we've clicked together so well. We all have. This is my home now... Whether that be for the next few minutes or for the rest of my life... It is all I have left."
 
Casar looked to Jagar, teeth still gritted under his respirator. His only working hand slid up to his neck, disengaging the armor wrapped around his mouth. With a sharp breath in, the mage coughed hard, as this toxic Vekht gases began to filter through his augment. For a moment, he felt ill. Then, he could breathe. Slowly but surely, the mage disembarked from the table, nearly slamming down onto the floor but stopping himself before he could. "I'm going to... Go see if I can help." He said, to Jagar, thankful that his respirator had kept his teeth from breaking after being assaulted by Khal. The rest of him was in worse shape, of course. "If you can ... sleep. There isn't anything you can do for us more, looking like that." He said, fist balled at his side. Slowly, with his arm plastered to his chest, he staggered out of the medbay.


Imille, having taken the shards out of the Calivarian woman's body - as much as she could, without needing her medical tools - and wrapped her burnt hands, nodded down to her friend. Not wanting to aggravate the pain, she didn't hug her, but she did sit down on the floor next to the chair, taking a break for the briefest of moments as Psy ducked and swerved in an attempt to keep them safe. Her eyes fell on the robot as she spoke to Nyx, wondering. "We love you too." She said, frankly, with candor that could only come from her in such a serious situation. "I... never wanted revenge. Not this badly. Greg was... he was one thing, but now... I just... I don't think I've ever hated so much in my life. We're going to kill them, but we have to do it tactfully. The last thing we need -" the ship rattled, causing Imille to have to brace herself against the chair. "-is to be so caught up with bloodlust that we get ourselves killed."


Casar approached from the back, slowly joining the others in the cockpit. He inched toward the control panel, and before Imille could protest about him not resting, he raised a hand to the panel. He patched into the Exodlite long-range telecomms, his mind already fitted to find and decrypt their signals. At the same time, he tried to mask exactly where they were coming from, not wanting to put his team in danger.


"Who commands this movement?" He bluntly asked, knowing that the Exodlites didn't generally care for hiding their names from the world. In fact, it was dishonorable to not lay claim. He didn't identify himself, nor did he care to taunt them, at the time. He was defeated, and there wasn't any fuel to do so. "Identify yourself so that we might remember what you did here."
 
"This is General Knox of the ISS Harbinger... And you have an Exodlite accent." He said, not wasting any time as soon as he heard the call. Nyx looked away from the battle and then to Casar, silently. Confused. The General continued, "I've commanded thousands upon thousands of soldiers, know the ways we speak... There is no mistaking it. You're an Exodlite. Or should I say... a Heretic. A traitor to your own people... Pathetic." He grunted, having his analysts figure out the source of the call. From the way the transmission was scrambled it was no mistaking what, or who rather, he was dealing with. "A techno-mage... Blocking the source of your signal. You should know by now we have much far superior mages working for us, C-2341." Hearing his old Exodlite name being spoken so bitterly had to be shocking, especially with how quick Knox worked. "Arc's failed experiment. Funny... Looks like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time kid. Turn yourself in. We're close to de-scrambling your location. Regardless you will be killed by the planetary desolation, or... You turn yourself in. And your crew."


"You're... An... Exodlite?" Nyx said, her face neutral before slowly turning into a grimace. "I knew there was something off about you... The augmentations... the secrecy about where you were from... The way you spoke... Did you lead them here?! Is that what you meant by people hunting you?"


"Ahh... A Calivarian." Knox said, interrupting them. The communications broadcasted everyone in the cockpit, the opposing techno-mages enhancing their signal so picking up Nyx as a result. "You're the last of your kind girl, and it sounds like you're the one who spoke that strange distress call moments ago. Nyx Orivala. Your name has now been burnt into the Exodlite heretic code... As long as you live you will be hunted. Though, that won't be too much longer. The barricade is almost sealed. We will destroy the planet but spare your ship and kill you slow." The way he said those words were purely business, though he did take pleasure in punishing heretics clearly. "C-2341... We have records of your cooperation with the Coalition. The liberation of the prison ship Sinai... And the destruction of a research base on Vee. We have footage of both incidences... You will be punished for your deeds, and once you are recovered I know just the man to perform such punishments." Knox let out a small chuckle, "The Scientist will be pleased to have his play thing back. He's missed you, boy."


"LISTEN HERE MOTHERFUCKER!" Psy shouted, breaking Knox's line of thought. "I'M ABOUT TO PULL OFF SOME NINJA SHIT AND GET US OUT OF HERE! BUT FIRST CHANCE WE GET WE'RE GONNA PUT YOUR NASTY FUCKING HEAD ON A PIKE! I ALREADY KILLED ONE CRUSADER, I'M GONNA KILL ME ANOTHER!" The robot cackled as he spoke directly to the General and his crew. "I AM GOING TO TAKE YOUR HOLY TEXTS AND WIPE MY SHINY METAL ASS WITH THEM. I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR CHILDREN'S FACES AND FUCK EVERY ENACTOR YOU HAVE RIGHT IN THE MOUTH WITH MY BIG METAL FISTS!" Something about the android bad mouthing one of the most powerful men in the universe was amusing, all things considered. "SO LISTEN HERE YOU BRAINWASHED CULT FUCKS! I, THE MURDERBOT PSY AM GOING TO MURDER EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU FOR KILLING THESE FISH PEOPLE! I'D DO IT REGARDLESS BUT THIS MAKES ME SEEM MUCH MORE NOBLE THAN I ACTUALLY AM! 'BURN' ME AMONG THE HERETICS! I WANT MY NAME ON THE TOP OF THAT FUCKING LIST!"


"Done." Knox replied un-phased. He looked to his assistant who showed that they only had a minute to escape before the planet was completely encased by the Exodlite barricades. "I look forward to meeting you Psy... Nyx... And whoever else is on board. Cleansing heretics is how I got my position, for being so... 'brave'... I'll cleanse you myself. Slowly. I will have you submitting and praising our lord Damaris before you perish."
 
Casar's fist balled, while his other twitched in the wrap. His eyes instantly betrayed anger, while his gut sank to his feet. In that moment, he chose to ignore Nyx, as memories of Exodlite torture flooded back. "You..." he growled. "Knox. You may be a Comander. A Crusader. But I'm not going to be the one given a slow death. You're going to be ... very well acquainted with the hellfire that you preach upon everyone else. And to your question, I would be happy to reunite with Arc. Happy to show him what being disassembled feels like. But that would be too good for you. You'd probably enjoy it, you sick FUCK." He cursed, losing his temper. "I've killed your Warden with a weaker team. 'Cleansed' your ships. I've listened to transmissions and downloaded information you never even knew left your hands. And I just fucking killed a Kraken, so I'm fairly..." he paused, taking a tinge of paleness on his own. "...fairly certain I can take a Crusader who can't even save a single Harvester from... TWO PEOPLE." He cruelly laughed. "If you had, we wouldn't be talking, would we? - Hold on, need to demonstrate just how much I value the expertise of your techno-mages."


Suddenly, Casar stopped. He pulled the core from his waist, pulling all of the power from it. Then, he shoved all of his own power into the Interceptor's thrusters. The ship lost its lights, bathing the cockpit in darkness. Every non-essential system in the ship began to shut down, including the airlocks, trapping the crew inside. It didn't matter for the mage, who was focused on both showing just how much respect he'd had for Knox's orders and words, and saving his own teammates. Visions of his crew flashed before him, and just how miserable their existence would be if they were captured. It didn't look it on the outside, though, as the mage looked particularly vengeful and evil himself. Violently, the Interceptor threw nearly everyone back in their chairs, apart from the mage who had glued himself to the panel. Psy was forceably de-interfaced, unprepared.


The Interceptor shook, as if ready to tear itself apart at any moment. It tore through space at nearly three times the speed, offsetting the Exodlite techno-mage's calculations. At the rate they were going, the Interceptor would break free of the confinement soon, with absolutely no room to spare. Luckily for them, the backside of the ship had already been clipped off. Then, when they had successfully shot through, evading the shipfire by means of mere speed, Casar nearly collapsed at the helm. He caught himself, hanging on by a thread.


"I'm ... going to see you again, and when I do, I'm going to... ruin something of yours. Again." He threatened. Then, he cut off his own outgoing transmission.


The ship reverted back to normal speed, though they still weren't clear. Cocking his head to Nyx, the mage finally responded. "No." He said. "They're ... not coming for me... at least, they weren't."


Imille scrambled to help her team back to her feet, shaken by both Cas' actions, Knox himself, and being thrown violently to the floor. "W-we ... we were talking about ... about the Renegades, when we said hunted." Her eyes fell on Cas, completely unsure now that Nyx had mentioned it. "I... I think."


"This. Is not. My fault." He barked back at the two women, teeth gritted.
 
Knox, to his subordinates surprise, smiled. Smiled as Casar told him off, smiled as he poured all of his power into his ship and smiled even bigger when they got away. "Arc." Knox said, patching in to the scientist's communications using the Exodlite long range communicators. "Just ran into C-2341 on the planet Nisela, the one our lord commanded me to decimate and recover the holy artifact. We've lost them on scanners but I want to put extra resources into your projects. Yes... including a certain friend of ours who was defeated rather too quickly. I want you to prepare our friend for combat, give him the works and then some. Then, I want you and him to find C-2341. He just challenged us directly... That boy doesn't realize the power he possesses, we can use that to our advantage." The General was actually grinning, "Finally... a heretic that's worth the challenge...." Knox then resumed his traditional scowl, "Get it done. Commence Operation Lazarus, Knox out." Knox then turned his attention to an incoming Atlas ship, one that was now fully trapped in the shields barricading Nisela.


"Okay..." Nyx replied, equally bitterly at Casar. To his surprise she took him on his word, something that most people didn't do with the former Exodlite. "I just wish you would have told me who you were once we got to know eachother better." She said quietly as they watched Nisela disappear on their sensors. Once Psy regained control he punched it, not wanting to get on the bad side of the Exodlites. Nyx wouldn't see the final moments of her planet, nor would anyone else that had been fleeing. Exodlite hunter ships were patrolling the area, doing their best to kill off any escapees. Millions had escaped Nisela but billions of lives were being snuffed out as they fled. "It's... No one's fault but the Exodlites. Maybe Atlas... Has to do with that damned artifact." Nyx said, looking down at her wounded hands. She was at a loss for words, shock finally setting in properly as they were now relatively safe.


"Got good news and bad news!" Psy said over the intercom, being interfaced with the ship again. "Bad news is when we got our assholes ripped open like that we lost one of the main fuel tanks. Even worse news is I had began to create create my dojo in one of those backrooms. Not to worry, Zap the Sixth is still chilling hardcore in the living room. Looks like Jagar is passed out on the floor of the medbay, sorry big guy! Papa Psy's driving is out of this world!" He ranted, quickly getting off topic.


"What's the good news?..." Nyx said quietly, "That this is all a dream and we're about to go back to my pla-" Nyx began to weep as everything she had ever known and loved had been evaporated. Her possessions, the people she knew, the history she had on the planet. She buried her head into Imille's shoulder as she just lost it all. "Please tell me there is something good that is going to come from all of this..."


"We're kinda close to a world called... Vetka. Everything else is too far away fuel wise. Says here it's home of... YOU GUESSED IT... MORE JAGARS!" Psy laughed as he hit the FTL, "We're going to Jagarland!"
 
End Scene 6: The Party of the Century / Lamentations​
​


The RCN-1 was booming with the news of the recent victory of the Gaius team. For the first real time in a long time, Dayle, Axel, Vitor, and Lucy could celebrate their victory and relax in assurance of there being nothing that could really stop the team. In time, Wraith even began to become a staple amongst them, during the days that they had spent together after their victory on the Icarus. It was truly a marvel; a team of five, with little in the way of real support or hope who had just been downcast due to their loss of a prisoner, beating the absolute odds and taking down the Icarus ship that saw to the death of a valued RCN Agent.


They had their own small celebration, of course, not expecting much of anything in the way of rewards from the RCN. That was how it usually went, especially in preparation of Terram. More and more, the Exodlites had begun to hit Neutral and RCN ships and colonies, but surprisingly, for the first time in a long while, there was a lull. A lull in which the life on the RCN-1 could come to a flourish - where civilians weaponsmiths, creators, farmers, and traders could have their trades boom. A lull in which the refugees from the liberation of the prisoner ship had begun to slowly integrate into Renegade society, with others choosing to branch out and find themselves homes on neutral planets. A lull in which, for once in a long time, the Gaius crew could simply relax without having to deal with an unruly prisoner or an encroaching raid. While Terram still lingered in the backs of the minds of those who knew about it, there wasn't really anything they could do apart from the preparations that they had already been making.


Not all of the tension was relieved, of course. Throughout their experience together, the Gaius crew had lost a lot. Most notably was Axel, who'd nearly become completely prosthetic. His trial on the Icarus had helped him adjust, of course, and was cathartic in itself, but that didn't mean he was the same man that he was before. In fact, his change was one of the utmost reasons that they had won the Icarus in the first place; without Axel Winger, the Captain of the Gaius, there would have been no further mission in the first place.


After a short period, it still came as a surprise when an official RCN transport van appeared in front of the Gaius in the long-term docking bay. It was large, and emblazoned with the hex-patterned golden eagle of the RCN. Little guards filtered out; a stark contrast to their previous visits from anyone who had come in a transport van. Then, it had been evident as to why.


"Holy shit! Div is here!" Dayle yelled up, to the rest of the ship. The Chancellor, long-absent from the mega habilitation station due to her efforts in Terram, gave a smile to the pilot as she'd descended from her van. "Excuse my language, Div." Dayle said, with a smirk. "Just haven't seen you in ages. Stay away too long and Neph isn't gonna keep sayin' 'Vice' before his name, if you know what I mean."


The Chancellor smiled, then looked back to the next person off of the transport van. Right on queue, Nephilim stepped out, taking the side of Div. He quirked a brow at the pilot. "Assemble your team." he said, hands knitting behind his back.
 
"Div's here?!" A voice called back out of the ship. Lucy came rushing out completely covered in oil and gunk from cleaning the Gaius' engine, a punishment for continuing her new found love of singing rap music while working. She had annoyed Dayle so much so that she had to be punished to nip it in the bud. "Hiiii Div!" She exclaimed, her white teeth a massive contrast to her current black face. "It's so good to see you! Vitor and Axel are right behind me. I beat them here." She said with a grin, eyeing Nephilim but not giving him as great of a greeting for obvious reasons. Sure enough, both Vitor and Axel came into view from the Gaius loading bay. Vitor was looking awfully cheerful, his wounds had fully healed and the time they had to relax and recuperate outside of a hospital room was definitely needed. Axel on the other hand looked antsy, as if he was a junkie needing a fix. Too much down time caused him to be on edge struggling to find things to do, he too was also covered in a bunch of oil and grime.


"Chancellor Div." Vitor said with a big grin, saluting the Chancellor then returning to his original stance when she nodded at him. "It is always a pleasure to see you ma'am. It has been some time!" He exclaimed, the cheerful giant very pleased to see her. His eyes did not meet Nephilim's, wanting to keep this meeting civil so ignoring the Vice Chancellor was the best course of action.


Axel walked out from behind them all and got out in front to meet both of the Chancellors, eyeballing the guards as he did so with a sly smirk on his face. There were less heavily armed ones but they still seemed threatened by the rebellious wild looking Captain. News had spread about the RCN-1 Captain that had led his troops against a massive Exodlite ship with no back up and came out covered head to toe in Exodlite blood. The Gaius crew was no longer laughed at but revered, maybe even under Axel's control feared.


"Chancellor Div, it's good to see you again. I would shake your hand or salute you but... I might be the captain but Dayle here thinks its a good idea to train me on how to fix this ship." He smirked, "Wouldn't want to get any of this shit on you, ma'am. What brings you to our little corner of the station?" Unlike Lucy, Axel gave a firm nod of respect to Vice Chancellor Nephilim. He felt they had a mutual understanding now, one that the rest of the crew didn't quite get and it was an unspoken understanding, but it was one nonetheless. "It's been a long time now... Are preparations going okay?"
 
"Can't say I blame her." Div replied, her lips pursed in amusement at the peppy team. Most notably, she looked to Axel, observing him over the others. Wondering. Through her green, multiple alien eyes, it was hard to tell exactly what she was looking at, of course, but the Captain did get an inkling that they would have to speak at a later date.


"Welll, with the kind of crazy shit we're pullin', you gotta know how to take care of the ship if I bite the dust." Dayle said, sharing Div's bemused look between the others. "Honestly, I'm impressed. Yer pickin' it up awful fast. Not quicker than Lucy-goose, o'course." she said, grinning to her black-faced counterpart. "And Vitor takes up the rear." she said, with an inscrutable wink. Then, she looked back to the Chancellor, smiling. She reached out her hand, which for the first time in a long time, had been clean from grease and oil. The benefit of delegation. The Chancellor's grip, despite having been Corscezzi, was firm.


From the back, Wraith slinked out of the shadows. He joined the team at the front, giving a brief bow to Div and Nephilim. The robot, as well, was marked with grease and stains from being utilized. The Vice Chancellor looked to his loaned droid, giving him a brief nod. Wraith knew well what was going on, and declined to ruin the surprise. "Greetings, my lady." he said, looking to Div. "Looking squishy today."


Div gave a hearty laugh in response. "And you're looking quite the opposite." Wraith's hands shot up to his face, as if gasping. "Right, well... I wanted to invite you all down to the Political District. Of course, you should all look presentable. That does mean no grease stains, Captain Axel Winger, as amusing as it is to see you diving into the confines of the Gaius." she said, smiling. "As for preparations..."


The Vice Chancellor looked to Div, a crease in his brow that denoted his disdain for the subject. She continued on without looking at him. "If there is a threat, then Terram is as prepared for it as we can get without alerting the general populous. Chancellor Brok and I have seen to it. It's ... a stark contrast to the RCN-1. Rolling grasses, plains and trees taller than you can imagine, being here. But then again, I don't get to leave this place often."
 
"Terram is a beautiful place ma'am... Spent a lot of my days training there before I got accepted as an agent." He said, saying that more to the benefit of his crew as Div obviously already knew after spending time with Axel's friend Chancellor Brok. "Hell, Ajax was born there. Even have a house there still if I remember to set those automatic payments up... Shit..." The Captain said to himself, a strange jolliness had filled him up seeing Div. That and he had been getting along very well with Dayle and the others after their successful mission. It was refreshing, although he had changed after the incident with Casar and Psy he was beginning to resemble the Captain they knew and loved. "Well... hopefully you can return to your home sooner rather than later on a more permanent basis. I know you love it here Div, it ain't the RCN-1 without you."


He smiled at her, wiping the grease from his face then followed it with, "Wouldn't it be more fitting if the crazy Captain from the Gaius team look the part too? I think the grease does me justice."


"It makes me look cute, you on the other hand... Well... If I seen you in a dark alley I might give you a few bucks or a sandwich or something. Homeless gotta eat too." Lucy snarked back at Axel, feeling comfortable making such comments around Div over Nephilim even with him there.


"I will make sure they're presentable." Vitor added, "Not every day we are invited to the Political district. Can't make the rest of us look bad by looking like that you two."


Axel shook his head as Vitor and Lucy shared a laugh, the two hadn't had stopped having fun since they had gotten back from the Icarus. Things seemed lighter for once, a welcome change after everything that had happened.


"When do you want us to head over there? Me and Luce can get cleaned up real quick. It... ain't a black tie sort of thing is it? Cause I'd have to rush home in that case. Don't got a whole lot of suits, still don't have suit pants that fit over these metal legs. Can't tell you how many pants I've ripped since I got these things..."
 
"Dress as you would want to be seen by the public, Axel Winger." Div said. "However you decide that is up to you. But I imagine grease stains don't fall into that category. Unless you've had a change of heart about your profession type?" She teased, lightly. It was a contrast to the serious candor she'd displayed when she had to discipline the initial Gaius team. It showed the team that perhaps something bad wasn't going to happen. "...But also I'm not sure a suit fits that description, either."


Dayle nodded to Div. "Alright, so... Hm!" she looked down to herself. She wore her green coat - the same one that she had worn when she first met Vitor before taking on the Dredge. She had permanent stains on the knees of her pants due to long days of fixing the Gaius. Then, finally, her hair was tied up in a tight blonde-and-gray bun. "Be right back!" she said, before prancing off to the residential hallway and absconding into her room.


"Xenids and humans have such an odd disposition to look well." Wraith said. "Am I to be included?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.


Div looked to Nephilim. "It is up to your master." she said, with a brief nod in his direction. Nephilim looked between Div and Wraith, as if surprised he'd had to say anything at all.


"No." he said. "You are a tool. Property. It doesn't matter if you're included, as you're not the one who accomplished the goal." he said. Wraith nodded, emotionless and seemingly unoffended. After all, while Nephilim's words were blunt, they did ring completely true. Emotional voice or not, the android was simply an android. While it would have put a sour taste in most's mouths, the Chancellor seemed completely unfazed.


Suddenly, the pilot came traipsing back out of her room. The only difference in her guise was that she had let her hair down and rolled up her sleeves to accomodate. Surprisingly, as the team had almost never seen Dayle with her hair down, it made quite the difference. Finally, she'd had an official RCN medallion - outdated by years - pinned onto the front of her jacket. She didn't have to clean up like the rest of them, making her time in her room short enough.


The Chancellor's attention fell back to Axel. "How is your recovery?" she asked, before he had the chance to leave.
 
"Recovered." He replied bluntly, already turning back to the ship to get cleaned up. "Better than before, you should see the other guy." Axel replied trying to make light of the situation. "Nice medal Dayley, think they stopped making those about ten years ago. Gave mine to Ajax when he was a little kid." He teased, or at least tried to until he brought up giving it to his kid turning it into a rather sweet comment. It also reminded her that in reality they weren't that far apart in years if he could still earn one of those old things. Vitor looked at them with a frown, never before getting an award due to previously being an Exodlite. Even after years of service he was still looked at as an outsider to his dismay, without the Gaius crew he'd still be going port to port doing freelance work for the organization as they had never let him in.


"I think it looks lovely, Dayle. As do you." Vitor said as Axel walked back into the ship, dragging off a reluctant Lucy who simply wanted to see Div. "Your hair down is refreshing to see. Never would I have thought that pilot I met all those months ago was hiding that look behind that bun." Vitor was an old fashioned sweet talker, ironic when looking at his stature or where he had came from. He took pleasure in making others feel good about themselves and was a straight shooter, something that had been long missing from most people in the Coalition. "As for you Div... I agree with Wraith, looking particularly squishy." He said with a big grin, making small talk as Axel and Lucy got cleaned up.


It wasn't long before they seen Axel who looked rather plain. He had on a dark leather jacket over a plain white shirt and decided against pinning any medals against himself as he didn't keep them on the ship, he simply threw them to Ajax or Ayla if they wanted to hold on to them. Part of him looked the role of a Captain but mostly now a days he just looked rough, his jet black augmented hands and arms sticking out of the sleeves of his rolled up coat. His hair was tied up in the back like he had been doing during missions, a common sight now that his hat had been stolen along with the now signature eye patch he wore instead of going under again for another augment. He gave the others a nod, listening to them make small talk when Lucy came back down.


"Sorry for being tardy to the party but you know Gaius grease, just like our Captain... Hard to get rid of and sticky!" She said giggling to herself as she walked down the stairs and looked almost as if she was related to Dayle. They wore similar clothing with permanent grease stains on them along with having her fiery red hair down. "Ready! Sorry for the wait." In reality she hadn't made them wait that long with how much she had to clean up and Vitor had kept the others preoccupied.


"Ready to go... What's this all about?" Axel asked Div, noticing that even Nephilim had waited around for them.
 
"I'm glad." Div said. "You may have given away your badges, but ... always remember what they stand for, Axel." With that, she let him flit off to get dressed, and turned to the rest of the crew. She couldn't help but smile at their progress, despite everything that had happened to them. "I like to see you all relax, turn into civilians for the time being. Of course, I know that can never happen, but... Something about human families is heartwarming, I suppose."


Dayle looked to Vitor, noticing his expression. She gave the gentle giant a nudge of the elbow, snapping him back to the moment they had been sharing all together. "Why thank ya kindly, sweetheart." she said, with a curtsy. There weren't many moments in which the pilot had the chance to be a civilian, let alone one that was attending ... whatever event that Chancellor Ifrit'a'Div and Vice Chancellor Nephilim had planned for them. "You're not looking too bad yerself, but you also decided to sit out the lesson for today, so that must be it." she teased. "But try not to talk about my buns too much."


The Chancellor looked them all over, seeing that they looked at least relatively prepared. "You will see when we get there." she said. "Don't fret; I'm not usurping your Captainship." she said, lightly teasing both Axel and Dayle. Her comment sent Dayle into a brief sarcastic frown, though the pilot had since let go of that particular hangup.


"If you're all ready, then let us leave." Nephilim said. He looked back to his guards, communicating to them with a simple look. As if on queue, they treaded over to the hover transport van, sliding the doors open and allowing the crew passage. It was large enough even for Vitor, whose stature would normally stress the hover vehicles of the city. That, and the Gaius crew wasn't particularly experienced with being waited upon, sending a bewildered look to their faces. Div and Nephilim, however, were. They ascended onto the van, just as promptly as they had come, and waited for the lot of them to follow suit.


The guards followed them in, silent until they had taken their positions in the back of the van. Then, surprisingly, as the Gaius crew had all loaded themselves in, one spoke out. Looking back, they saw that he was relatively Avian, with small beak poking out of his visor and a plume emerging from the back. "It's an honor to be among you, Captain Winger." he said, looking to the grizzled Captain. "Sorry to interrupt. But congratulations!"
 
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