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Nu followed the number-glob, ignoring the fact that Cael had just gotten rid of their Dorogan-shield. That was not her concern at this point. She hummed softly as the static of the open channel emitted dryly into her ear. Not a pleasant sound, that mechanical dust.


The smashing-robot passed her a blaster, as an 'apology' and Nu took it with a small face. She didn't want a blaster, didnt like carrying one, and didnt need one. But, this was not her usual M.O. She may need it, and she would have to get over the rest of it. "T'hanks." She muttered, priming it before moving on.


One of her middle ears gave a twitch, as the static was broken by chatter. The alarm followed, with obvious footsteps approaching.


"Patrol of four around the second corner." She informed them softly, as the click of a smoke grenade and the priming of blasters hit her sensitive ears. The other areas of the ship were mobilizing, including the hangar.


"Very little time until the hangar is locked down for good." She commented, as the others sprang into action.


Nu herself took cover on the edge of the wall, and leaned out to fire a few shots. But once the diamond-lady started to behave like a battering ram, she held her fire. Marksmanship was not her strong suit; there was a good chance she would hit one of her 'companions' as they ran into the fray.
 
The sound of Larassa calling out to Cael didn't seem to effect the man at all. Thought he didn't have much time to react even if he had been listening. Before he could do much, A small canister fell into the room and Cael ducked back behind the corner he and the others had just come back around. 


Nu's warning confirmed his instincts, and the hallway filled with smoke in a matter of seconds, and Cael whipped out his blaster and began firing into the smoke blindly. Based on his past knowledge of The Brazen, he knew that they had about 30 seconds to get into the hangar, which was conveniently on the other side of the doors the four guards where standing before. But with the smoke filling the hallway, how were they supposed to get through without getting blasted?


That's when Cael overheard the Cyborg call out to the Srin and Cael couldn't help but crack a smile. He pulled his blaster back so as to not hit his new companion with a stray shot, and watched as she dashed of into the smoke. 


On the other side, the Dorogan soldiers where standing with two on knee and the other two standing behind, standard holding formation. That became a flying formation for a split second as Rosa came charging through the smoke sending the soldiers flying to the sides of the hallway. The smoke was cleared on the side with soldiers, where the hangar blast doors had begun to close. 


At the sound of soldiers being crashed into over the sound of the sirens, Cael left the safety of his corner and dashed into the smoke where Rosa had disapeared into. As he came out the other side, his eyes widened at the sight of the blast doors. He quickly stuck his pistol back into its holster and looked for the console to the door. He found it rather quickly, the sparks flying out of the console where an arrow had pierced it mad Cael grit his teeth and turn back to the door slowly closing. 


As he stood there, there was a soft whirring feeling that crossed over his chest and down his arm. The cores where primed and his arm jerked to life at his side. He smiled as he lifted the arm and flipped a panel on the wrist. He quickly began turning a small dial on the inside of the arm and the whirring began to grow. He closed the flap on the arm and reached for the lip of the blast doors. He growled as the amplifiers in the arm began to work and slowly the doors came to a halt. 


For the first time since landing on Raq'tak, he could see The Odyssey on the far side of the hanger. He smiled for a moment, before it passed and was replaced by the sight of a small platoon of twenty Dorogan soldiers making their way across the hanger towards the door Cael held open. Amongst the hangar was the control room in the middle of the back wall where all the operations of the hangar could be accessed. The hangar itself was filled with refueling stations, mobile work benches, and several pallets of various supplies that had to be moved with a large crane in the ceiling. Cael would need to get cover to open fire on the incoming platoon, but he couldn't do that until the others had made it past the blast doors. 


Looking back toward the smoke filled room he called out under the strain of his arm as the door slipped to about four feet of clearance. 


"GAH! Let's get a move on!! We've got incoming and I can't hold this damn thing all day!!"


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After Rosalyn charged through the smoke at the soldiers beyond, Larassa jogged after and paused just beyond the smoke wall to see the soldiers all scattered on the ground. Scanning the downed soldiers, Larassa smirked when she saw that, at least, one of her arrows had landed in the end or at some point. Approaching the unconscious soldier, Larassa didn't think twice when she yanked the arrow out of the man's leg, just above his kneecap. It was possible he could bleed a ton before he was tended to, but Larassa wasn't about to leave any of her arrows around here unless they were too damaged. On that note, Larassa was rather disappointed when she found her other two arrows nearby. Neither was tough enough to embed in a metal wall here, but one of them was snapped in half from the impact. Dammit. With a sigh, Larassa retrieved the other one and put it in her quiver before leaving the ruined on behind. Because of the nickname she'd been given, Larassa had stuck a raven's feather on the end of all of her arrows so if anyone recognized her feather then they'd know the Raven was here. Something that left Larassa feeling a bit prideful.


As Cael went to work with the door and his fancy arm, something that Larassa felt rather uncomfortable about since she didn't trust robots to be on her side, she moved to the far end of the doorway and waited while Cael went to work stopping it from closing. Once he announced for them to move forward and Larassa noted the approaching soldiers, she merely grinned and pulled out one of her special arrows. Keeping her back to the wall just around the doorway, Larassa fiddled with an explosive arrow, that was simply an arrow with some explosives added near its point. Once it made a strong enough impact, basically after she launched it from her bow and it struck something, it'd explode and on top of sending the arrowhead flying at a high speed towards someone or something, it was also an explosive so there'd be some damage to the five foot radius in which it exploded. After all, it was just a little arrow so it wasn't going to be that powerful of an explosive. Luckily, these idiot soldiers were all running in a group. 


Once the arrow was primed, Larassa stepped out from around the doorway and entered the hangar with her arrow nocked and aimed at the front of the soldier group rapidly approaching. With a soft sigh so she'd relax and make her shot, Larassa let loose the arrow and stood still where she was, as she wanted to watch the aftermath of her shot striking the first soldier of the group. If she was lucky, she'd kill him and maybe the guy behind him...and definitely injure a few around him.
 
Glo'cer covered his eyes as the smoke grenade went off. Though the blast was towards the soldiers, it still wouldn't help the cause if he couldn't see what he was fiddling with. He was unsure if his stun gun had done anything to the Dorogans but when he looked back down the hall, there was a group laying on the floor while his "party" had taken care of them. To other creatures, they would feel disheartened that they had not done anything, but to Glo'cer, he couldn't care less. Whatever made his survival prolonged and hands off was fine by him. He needed not muddy his hands with another species liquid. He did watch with curiosity as Cael finally regained control of his arm. Seeing the display of keeping the door opened only filled his mind with questions of what he could do with that machinery. His species were not born with simple nerve endings that could be fixed by such artificial creations. The heaviness of such would only impede a Solidus way of life and would be a desk weight by the end of the day since no method has been found to hook tech up to the ooze filled body. He watched as Lara, the first person he interacted with, slipped by Cael. A sudden boom rung out a moment later. At least she was quick to act to threats he was unaware of. He was sure if he had called some action, things would have been easier to deal with, however. He walked past Cael and shot him a look. I'll take this as an apology for such reckless behavior. He slipped by the opening and out into the hanger area. True to form, there were a few ships, working areas, fuel stations, and even a control room to affect the hanger area itself. In front of him were a few soldiers with a scorch mark that he inferred was from an explosive of some sort. Effective. He stated before taking cover behind some unloaded cargo. He saw sleek ships in the corner of his eye that were obviously standard Dorogan ships. As he scanned, he saw the eye sore that was Cael's ship. He believed it to be the buffoon's ship considering the state it was in and the interactions he has had with the careless man. 


Area 2, Section C. Estimated time to hack... 25 seconds. Take care of them... and don't forget the assigned roles. He said before darting off to the control room. To him, it he felt the same feeling from when he was first escaping his home planet. The blasters prepping shots, guards swarming in, the running and nerve wracking feeling of getting caught! No, not yet, precision is needed right now.... He muttered to himself as he entered the control room. Screens and buttons filled the room as it gave off a slight white glow. Hmm... I figured they would have the next standard issue control system installed... He said as he had already plunged a syringe into his arm and drew an electric blue substance. I suppose I got a look at it much faster than it would come out. Estimated time to hack decreased to 20 seconds. He went to work dripping the liquid upon slits in the devices as small sparks came. Warning messages popped up that were dealt with accordingly as he had many times before. It was like a puzzle with all but 5 pieces placed in. At this moment, he felt bored with the ship. Nothing new to even inspect before departing. As he gazed up, he wondered what kind of old tech was in the scrap bucket that was Cael's ship. Not knowing even old systems functions was deadly out in the universe. 
 
Nu, who didn't have any reason to be firing into the smoke blindly, moved as soon as she heard Cael call out. She placed a hand on the wall, and a grin slowly formed on her reptilian face. Within a few moments, she was crawling safely toward Cael.. on the ceiling, right over the heads of the soldiers and her companions. She crawled over the lip of the door, and kept going. She was halfway up the wall of the hangar when she stopped. She turned her head carefully, and watched as the platoon advanced.. only to be hit by an explosive arrow from the always-angry furry-wings, Lara.


Nu gave a grunt and continued, turning her path the follow the wall toward the Odyssey. Vaguely, she recalled seeing it on Raq'tak, not that it mattered. Her evolved hands and feet carried her along the wall, in a serpentine pattern in case someone saw her, until she was past the soldiers, and then she returned to the floor. It would be short work to lope to the ship and wait.. but she felt as though she should at least provide some cover for Cael. She primed the blaster given to her by the smashing-girl, and fired at the remaining soldiers in the hangar. 


Voices crackled in her ears, and she called out, "More on the way. Let's move." Nu's voice carried well, despite the chaos, and she as a polite afterthought, she added, "Please."
 
To think that Rosalyn actually went with her idea.... and that it had actually worked... she had not seen it coming at all! There were so many holes in the plan but then again, their options were quite limited..


Artemis had followed after Rosalyn had cleared the way and Cael had given them all a good window of time to get through the the hangar. As the cyborg sped past the bionic man, she cast him an encouraging grin. Poor guy, she could just imagine how much pain and pressure his body, especially his arms. 


Once through, she drew out her sword with the plasma edge switched off as to not do any fatal damage, and took to finishing off the minority of soldiers that had not been completely blown up by Lara's explosive arrow. Blaster shots flew from the ally side and she had to make sure that none such shot accidentally hit her. With the speed and agility she had designed herself for, she knocked out the few soldiers, one at a time with the orders of keeping them, or the ones that were still breathing, alive with minimal damage ringing in her head.


Next, the cyborg focused her attention on the Solidus and her tanky partner who she could not see anywhere. Was she still in the hall? Or was she safely in the hangar with the rest of them, finishing off other guards in the large area? Sheathing her sword, Artemis took up a place by C-Virus, keeping watch and guarding him as he had earlier told her to. 


[COLOR= rgb(238, 130, 238)]"So, what are are the chances of our success now, C-Virus?" [/COLOR]
 
Rosalyn was a little surprised that the running through them like bowling pins actually worked. Cael was the first to appear from behind her. Rosalyn stood close to him to make sure no enemy got near hi as he went to go open the doors to the hanger. Hearing a whirling noise, she glanced over at him to see what was making the noise. her Eyebrow raised in curiosity as she watched his mechanical parts whirl to life. Cyborgs always interested her. Hearing him call for everyone to move into the hangar she waited until the last person, Artemis, to go through before going in her self. Rosalyn readied her blaster to shoot at the group of soldiers but waited to do so as Lara shot her arrow. Since she didn't watch her put the arrow head on, Rosalyn had no idea that it was an explosive arrow. She jumped a little not expecting the blast.


Getting over the shock of the explosive pretty quickly she readied her blaster and charged through with the rest of the group, shooting at the soldiers who were in her way. Reaching the ship Rosalyn turned around and took a defensive stance. She would be guarding the entrance till C-Virus got it open and till everyone got on. "Hurry up C-Virus! Id rather not be stuck out here too long!" She called out.
 
Cael continued to hold the door open as one by one the others made their way into the hanger. After Roslyn jumped through, Cael gave the door a final shove with a loud grunt of exertion, and swung himself into the hangar behind the others. The large blast doors closed behind him with a loud CLUNK as Cael ducked behind a container and readied his blaster. 


He watched as each of his new companion went to various locations and began to work with what was around them. Nu, with an incredible amount of agility and skill, would make it to the Odyssey before Cael could unless they found a way to clear out the rest of the platoon that had taken up residence behind the items on the floor and where firing upon them. Cael looked over and fired a few shots towards a Dorogan officer, when he noticed Cvirus and Roslyn had made it over towards the hangars control room.  


"Hey Slime! We need the hangar defences, and the tractor beams disabled if we wanna get away without becoming stardust!"


He wasn't sure if he could hear him over the sound of the fire fight, but Cael had a pretty loud voice. 


After firing a few more times at the soldiers, Cael was begining to get irritated. If they waited to long, back up would be behind them in a matter of minutes. They had to get to The Odyssey now. Cael glanced around and saw that the soldiers had avoided an obvious cover point to fire from. At a closer glance, Cael understood why. The cover was made of large tubes of plasma fuel. Cael couldn't help but feel a smile creep over his face as he stuck his blaster back into its holster. He looked over his cover and tried to direct his next instruction to everyone around him.


"Hey! Everyone hold onto your asses. Things are about to get very loud!"


Cael didn't wait for a response, he dashed across the floor, trying to keep as low as his larger frame would let him. As he did, he reached down to his right leg and gave what appeared to be a handle a yank on the front of the older model prothetic. He dropped to his side and slid across the metal surface of the floor towards the container with his robotic leg pointed towards the containers. As his foot made contact, the piston within his leg shot forward like a canon, and kicked the container forward towards the group of Dorogan soldiers, who immediately ducked back under their cover at the sight the container sliding across the floor towards them. Cael, who had been bounced backwards from the force, was now covering his face while also pointing his blaster pistol out from under his body. 


The sound of the blaster was lost amongst the sound of momentary silence with the the halt of the Dorogan attacks. The next thing that was seen by any in the hangar was a very large blast of neon green light that came with an explosion that caused the crane on the roof of the hangar to begin shaking back and forth. Dorogan soldiers went flying in every direction, with the ones being the closest to the explosion not remaining in one piece. Green flames where burning plasma had landed speckled the floor as Cael lifted his head and shook his head to rid himself of the ringing. He looked around to the others to see if they had taken cover from the explosion, but he couldn't take long. A few of the further away Dorogan soldiers were rolling around trying to get themselves back on their feet. 


He stuck his gun back into his holster and lifted himself, albeit a bit  shakily, back to his feet. He began to head for the ship, only glancing down at a burning arm that had  slid under the Odyssey after the explosion. 


"Sorry Gru'ha"


Cael made his way over to the landing gear of The Odyssey and reached for a panel above his head. After the panel slid open, and he pressed a few buttons, there was a loud hissing noise and the loading ramp opened into The Odyssey. As is did, the door on the opposite side of the hanger began to slide open once again with more Dorogan's heading inwards. 


"I don't care who, but which ever of you can handle a Concussive Ion cannon, head up to the top of the ship and take out those soldiers while I prime the ship. We have to keep an opening for the puddle to get us out of here!"


With that, Cael ducked into the ship and headed around the curve towards the bridge. As he approached, he noticed something sitting on the top of his chair in front of the main console. He walked up to the chair, and lifted his hat from the head rest. Scowling at the hat, Cael set the hat back on his head as he sat down at the console and began to flip switches and whirr the engines to life.


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Nu waited impatiently, firing at the soldiers she could see, waiting for the others. There was very little she could do; group escapes were not in her repertoire. They were taking too long to clear the hangar- in a matter of minutes more soldiers would show up and they would be done with.


She barely caught the sound of Cael's voice from across the hangar, but when he moved, it didn't take much thought to realize what he was up to. In short, he was going to try to blow them all up. Wonderful, just how I liked to spend my afternoons.


The Kryx moved around the edge of the Odyssey as the explosion came, waiting until the sound stopped ringing in her more sensitive ears before moving out again. She met Cael near the door of the ship, noting the numerous unattached body parts laying around or burning. The smell of roasted Dorogan was almost strong enough to cover the smell of burned fuel.


Directly behind Cael as he entered the ship, there was a fierce scowl on her face. The lilting pattern of her voice was made worse by her anger when she said, "Not excessive at all, Cael"


Nu didnt bother pretending to even know what kind of gun that was, and instead followed Cael to the bridge of the ship. A rough crackle told her that the com she was wearing was a little worse for wear, but she was able to hear.


"Another platoon headed to the hangar, and pilots are mobilizing to take us down if we leave the hangar. Something.. something is being primed, didn't catch the name of it." Nu reported, watching him bring the ship to life.
 
Cael concentrated on bringing the Odyssey back to life as the engines slowly began to hum louder and louder. From the cockpit, the engines were not really noticeable, but from outside, the slow glowing blue light of the engines would let the others know that in a matter of moments they would be ready to bust out. 


As Cael continued to fiddle with a screen of diagnostics for the engines, he overheard Nu mention his tactics for clearing their way to the ship. He smirked sideways as he reached across the console and flipped on a screen that blipped to life with a view of the area behind the ship where he could see the explosion and the others. 


"Sorry about that, Nu was it? I'm sure that little display was a bit rougher on everyone with super hearing."


From the monitor he could still see C-Virus and the others as the new patrol made their way across the hangar. He began to get antsy and absentmindedly began to bounce is metal leg, making a soft clink clink clink on the floor as he grew impatient. He only stopped when he heard Nu's voice once again. He glanced backwards at  her at the mention of The Brazens activities. He quickly turned to the console and began patching the Odyssey's com system into The Brazen. 


"... I repeat, Stellar Drives will be operably in 2 minutes. Engine personnel, prepare for the jump to lightspeed."


With a colorful string of swears from Cael and a quick series of button pushing next to the com, he held down his com button to talk over the speakers outside the ship.


"They are gonna try and trap us in here by jumping to lightspeed. We need to get out of here and get out of the slip stream, let's move!!"


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Watching as the others made their way through the hangar, Larassa kept her bow at the ready with one of her normal arrows nocked in case she needed to defend herself. Sure enough, a few soldiers got around the stacked crates Larassa was trying to sneak around and she let loose a few arrows, bringing the soldiers down by either maiming them with a quick shot or killing them with a headshot. At this point, Larassa wasn't really aiming so much as trying to get them to stop firing their blasters at her and giving away her position. Making her way through the crate area, Larassa soon arrived at an opening. If she sprinted into the opening and tried to make a break for it, she'd likely be hit by blasters along the way and she'd be no use to anyone if she was injured. Especially since C-Virus expected her to take up the big gun on Cael's ship, even though she'd never used one before. She'd likely need a couple extra minutes to figure the damned thing out, which meant being injured would only add more time to the whole deal. 


Before Larassa could really contemplate the situation anymore, she suddenly felt someone's hand on her shoulder and twisted around to see a soldier right behind her. Hesitating when she noticed just how big this guy was and that he could probably drop her with a nicely-aimed punch to the throat, Larassa took a step backwards and almost tripped over some debris. Quickly bringing up her arms in an 'x' shape in front of herself, Larassa just barely managed to block a punch aimed for her face before she dropped her arms and dove forward, tackling the soldier to the ground. Wrestling with the man, Larassa rolled over and tried to get her arm over the man's neck, trying to choke him out. Suddenly, he jolted his head backwards and his helmet struck Larassa in the muzzle, dazing her and leaving some blood trickling out of her nose. Feeling her grip relax briefly, the man quickly scrambled away from Larassa and to his feet while she slowly got on all fours with her head swaying from side to side. As it were, Larassa's physiology allowed her to get on all fours like a beast and despite her vision still being blurry and out of focus, Larassa charged at the man on all fours and let out a guttural snarl before headbutting him in the gut. Doubling over, the man gasped and stumbled sideways to his knees before Larassa turned and felt her vision slowly beginning to come back into focus. Growling, Larassa walked up to the man, still on all fours, and then lunged suddenly, clamping down on the man's hand with her fangs since he managed to defend himself in the last second. Yanking back and hearing the man cry out in pain when her fangs tore through muscle and potentially broke bones in his hand, Larassa then suddenly stood up on her two legs with the man's hand still in her mouth. Crying out again, the man desperately punched at Larassa's face while she reached one of her hands forward quickly and grabbed the man by the neck before slamming him into stacked crates behind him and letting go of his bloodied and royally screwed up hand, which now dangled at his side uselessly. While blood dripped to the floor from his hand, the man desperately kicked at Larassa's abdomen and his other hand quickly reached for the blaster that he'd holstered before thinking he could take Larassa on without it. Grunting, Larassa watched as the man struggled for air and his hand that reached for the blaster suddenly went limp just as the man's entire body followed suit. Watching his eyes roll up into his head, Larassa then tossed the man aside, watching him flop to the ground and the small trail of blood following him from his ruined hand. Likely, he'd never be able to use it again after this.


Not caring to bandage the hand for the man's sake, Larassa then made her break for it through the opening, but didn't make it far. Instead of being shot by the soldiers in the hangar, she was brought to her knees by the large explosion that went off not far from her. Since she'd been in the middle of the fight with that man, Larassa had completely missed Cael's warning. Grasping at her ears and vainly trying to fold them tightly against her head, Larassa had no means of avoiding the loud ringing that now raked her head and almost immediately gave her a quality headache on top of everything else. Struggling back to her feet with small blood trails forming underneath her ears, Larassa stumbled along towards Cael's ship and managed to board it before anyone took off, though she couldn't hear anyone for now. The ringing continued even as Larassa managed to make her way to the large gun mounted on the side of Cael's ship. Even though she had no idea what she was really doing, especially since she mostly relied on her bow and daggers in most scenarios, Larassa sat herself down in the gun's seat and quickly began pushing buttons and messing with it in the hopes of figuring it out before they left. Luckily, random button pressing was one of Larassa's skills considering her lack of understanding of her own ship. Not a moment too soon, Larassa had managed to activate the gun and even fired off a round at the approaching soldiers, seeing a few of them ducking in response. Awesome.
 
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Glo'cer continued his little project that people seemed to be impatient of. "How long is it going to take." Or "We have to get this shut off." What did he look like? Some kind of idiot? It was standard procedure to shut those off in times like these, that is why it was taking so long! A traction beam of this size takes a dexterous hand. Otherwise it would shoot the other way causing an implosion with them inside. He might not care about their lives but he was not going to die in such a dumb way. No, It would be at the hands of those smarter than him when he would accept an end. The sparks flew as the slime was flowing out of the syringe. It seemed that the cavalry was taking care of their end. Maybe a little too well. When a cannon shot out, Glo'cer shook violently as well as become slightly hard of hearing. Luckily he was in between dosages to the mainframe so nothing would get shorted out that he didn't want. With a huff, he went back to work on the last bit. 


Nearly done.. Traction beam lowered and energy depletion is taking its toll on the hanger defenses.... Now.. Let me see here. He said in a coy fashion as he hatched a plan. They were going interstellar in a few minutes. It would be a shame if someone left a door open. Besides, they needed the hanger door open to leave. Setting Hanger door on a timer. We must be swift. I sense a 30% possibility that the traction beam energy is now getting powered into the interstellar drive. Something I cannot control at this area... at least not for another 5 minutes. He said to himself though it could be confused for talking to Rosalyn. With three quick placements of liquid to the devices in the control room, he set the hangar door to open at his calculated time. With his work finished, he got up and looked to Rosalyn, the one looking after him as he hacked. 


Time to head out, unless you want to stay. He said as he started to dart across the hangar. Blasters shot around him as they did on his home planet many years ago. He must not get sidetracked by those thoughts now. He took  a few pot shots at the soldiers that were coming now. Surly one would hit. He wouldn't know since he didn't bother to look. 


When he entered the ship, he called out. Hanger is set to open. Take off and fly. The doors will open. He called to Cael. Now that his job was done, he could rest for the while. Taking liquid out of his body didn't feel to good. Luckily this wasn't a big system hack. Those actually made him shrivel up a little. 
 
To describe it as "cool" was an understatement and so was "awesome". When Cael suddenly shouted for everyone to take cover, she instinctively looked towards him just in time to see him shoot a blast straight at the giant plasma fuel tanks. Pushing herself behind the nearest for of cover, she had to hold on tight just as the blast shook the entire ship and would've left her ears ringing if she was an average Gwathian. How much she was tempted to stare into the blast as blue, purple and pink fire swept past her but she'd probably badly damage her eyes in the process. 


Once the heat had subsided after a few seconds, Artemis peeked around to see the wreckage the explosion left and the completely shreaded and ivicerated bodies of the soldiers. Though the dead guards made guilt settle in her stomach, the awesomenes and the impact of the explosion had blown away any remorse for their deaths. This Cael, she liked how he thinked. 


Grinning, the cyborg surveyed the area....or what was left of it and her attention was drawn towards Larassa as she slowly made her way towards the Odyssey with a mess of a man left behind her. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she watched the figure of her team mate disappear before focusing on the poor man who she'd gotten her fangs into. To be honest, he had it off easy in comparison to what had happened to all the soldiers close to the explosion who were either completely dead or dying, but still.. very brutal.


As she made her way to stand over the man, she noticed there were almost no more living soldiers left in the hangar, as far as she could see anyway. Poor Gru'ha...even after he'd asked them so nicely to not kill any of his men. Bending over the soldier, she placed two fingers by his neck and felt a very weak yet exisiting heartbeat.. he was alive..but gosh, his life was hanging by a thread. With such damage to his hand, he would probably bleed to death, as seen by the pool of blood that was slowly spreading around him.


The only problem was that there was absolutely nothing she could do to save the man's life or prolong it somehow. Anything that could've been of use was taken out by the explosion and they didn't have enough time for her to do any proper searching for medical supplies. Besides... more men would come. There was the posibility that they could help him.. but there were so many people already... would they find the man in time? 


He was stirring slowly, each movement causing more blood to spread and the man's face crumpled in pain. For a moment, Artemis stared at the expression, wondering at the familiaraity of it... she'd seen it somewhere.. on someone... but she couldn't remember when. Kneeling, she placed a hand on his head, fingers trailing in his hair as her eyes stayed on his face. As he started to move, still too weak to get up yet conscious enough to feel the pain and yearn for it to end, Artemis unsheathed her blade as the plasma edge lit up. 


" I'm sorry...."


Before the man could even open his eyes, or let out another groan of pain, his head was rolling and his life was gone. A small candle snuffed out. 


Artemis stared at the sight before her, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out the strange feeling in her chest. She'd done it before... she'd killed many. But this time it was different. It was something about his expression...or maybe.. the situation.. something was so familiar. But she couldn't remember. Why couldn't she remember... 


Once she retracted her blade, she left. The cyborg passed Rosalyn and Glo'cer without another word, eyes trailed on the Odyssey as she climbed aboard, fighting the urge to look back. Once on board, she went to look for Cael, Nu and Larassa, but found herself staring at the wall, eyes looking but not seeing. 
 
Rosalyn would occasionally shoot off her blaster at any person who was coming towards the control room. All the sudden a large green blast went off. "What the hell was that?!" Rosalyn seethed as her ears started to ring. It took a few seconds before the ringing to go away. Rosalyn looked at where the explosion happened and saw a bunch of dead and injured soldiers along with green plasma everywhere. She didn't feel bad about the soldiers dying. They would have eventually caused her problems, whether it be now or in the future. With everything going on she couldn't hear what Glo'cer was saying in the control room. She watched to make sure no one got close to them but was also able to see Cael make it to his ship and start to get her ready.


Once Glo'cer said to her that he was finished and that they should leave she nodded. As they ran, Artemis ran by them. Not seeing any sign or the others, she assumed they were on board. Activating her anti gravity bracelet Rosalyn made so that she was basically hovering over the ground as she shot at the oncoming platoon. Hovering was better because she could still move around without tripping over anything. She waiting by the entrance as Glo'cer got on and then got on her self. She continued to shoot out the door till it fully shut so no one was able to get on. One of the soldiers blaster shot managed to his her right arm right before it fully closed. Rosalyn hissed in pain as she quickly decrystallized her self and shut off her anti gravity  (AG) bracelet. Her crystal body managed to protect her from most of the damage. She had a deep bruise start to from on the upper part of her right arm by the shoulder. Hanging her blaster on her back she tried moving her soldier. It hurt but she knew nothgin was broken. Looking over her body she made she her no other parts of her got permanently crystallized. When she found that she hadn't she sighed in relief.


Walking to where everyone else was she took a seat and crossed her legs. She pulled her blaster into her lap and checked to see how much power was left in it as well as her watch. Her watched seemed to be fine since she really didn't use much but due to how much she used her blaster it was running low. Not caring what the others though, Rosalyn did the same process she did when they were originally gathering their weapons. She tapped an area on her bracelet in which a small needle popped out. Pricking her right index finger, blood started to drip and then instantly crystallized. She put the needle away and then tapped the glowing spot on her blaster so a small compartment could open and she placed the crystallized blood in it. Said blood disintegrated as it powered the weapon. Closing the compartment Rosalyn let the gun rest on her lap and decided to see how everyone else looked.
 
Cael kept working on the console before him, and after a few short seconds, The Odyssey was ready. Cael glanced over towards the monitor and watched as the last of the group climbed aboard. He watched a bit longer than he should as Artemis dealt with the soldier before climbing aboard. The sound of C-Virus alerting him to the hangars inactivity snapped him back to the important task at hand however. 


Once everyone was on board, Cael closed the loading ramp, and retracted the landing gear. The Odyssey began inching forwards until Cael pushed the steering column forward and the ship lurched with it. The bright blue edge of the hangars space shielding told Cael that it was still active. If it didn't lower when they approached, the ship would simply explode against the wall that kept the vacuum of space from sucking everything out. But they didn't have time to stop and wait, the ship continued forwards faster and faster until it was within yards of the door. Cael saw the flicker out of the corner of his eye as the shield dropped and the Odyssey blasted aways from The Brazen. 


Cael watched from the monitor of the rear camera as the Brazen grew further and further away. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and The Brazen slipped into lightspeed. Cael reached over and clicked the monitor and it switched to a view of the gunners seat, where he found Larassa had taken up the spot to keep the last of the soldiers from converging on them. 


"Nice shoot'n. They won't be able to turn back around until they come out of lightspeed. By then we will be long gone. Thanks for the help."


He then turned towards the com on the console and held the button to talk over the ship.


"Meet in the lounge in 5 minutes. I'm gonna throw the ship into lightspeed."


Cael, began messing with the console once more, readying a gauge on the side with the amount of fuel they had. It wasn't a ton, Cael had stopped at Raq'tak to not only get his job, but to also retrieve fuel. It looked like the Empire had picked up the ship before it could be topped off. He grunted and turned towards a small separate section of the panel and began looking through a map of systems and routes. As he looked over the maps he found a small brownish planet that he touched and then turned back to the main console. He punched in the coordinates and reached for a switch that read "lightdrive" under it. With a soft click, the view of the space outside changed drastically. It suddenly became a swirling blue tunnel as The Odyssey shot into lightspeed. The passengers within would only notice the change if they were looking out a window or standing up, where they would feel a small lurch as they sped forward. 



Cael exhaled, rather loudly and sunk down into his chair causing his hat to slide forward over his eyes. He lifted the hat, scowling at it as he looked into the brim of the hat. He reached into the hat and pulled out a small folded up piece of paper and began to unfold it. After a few seconds, Cael folded the paper back up and stuck it back in his hat. His brow furrowed as his fingers brushed something that was not ment to be in the hat and pulled out a small round metal pin with a small blinking light. He scowled at the pin before crushing it between his metallic fingers. 


Cael stood from his chair and walked down the hall towards the lounge still eyeing his hat until he was within sight of the others. He set the hat back on his head and cleared his throat to tell the others to listen up. 


"Right, that was pretty smooth I think. The Brazen won't be following us any time soon, it would take them too long to turn around and go back to where our light trail starts before it dissipates. But that's not gonna stop 'em from trying to follow us. I already pulled a bug off of my hat, I'm sure they place is littered with em. If a couple of ya wouldn't mind help'n me track 'em down, it would save us all a lot of heartache. In the meantime, we're heading for a planet called Cardaleon. Its a scrap planet that will try and take down any ship that enters the atmosphere for parts and salvage. I've got a friend who lives on the planet, he'll get us in and get us some fuel so we can be on our way. For anyone who wants out of this insane trip, this will be where you get off."


Cael began walking away from the lounge heading for the cargo holds to see what Gru'ha had left, if anything, when he stopped and turned back on his heel to the others. 


"Oh, and for those of you who are sticking around, sleeping quarters are on the upper deck. Some of ya might have to share rooms."


With a slight smile under his beard, Cael turned towards the cargo hold once more to begin looking for tracking devices. 


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Tiberius was jerked awake as his uncushioned seat serving as his bed suddenly readjusted itself from a lounging to an upright position, the harness automatically tightening around him. As brutal and even painful as slamming into the hard seat was, he had, in fact, requested its activation himself every time another aircraft came in firing range or when he was near his set destination. In this case, he had just passed into the thermosphere of Cardaleon and this was the layer of the planet where autopilot was to be disabled and the captain had to take back command.


After a quick stretch in the tight space of his cockpit to shake off the sleepiness, Tiberius put his oxygen mask and helmet on and took hold of the center stick and the power controls, gradually increasing throttle towards the surface of the planet, enjoying the view from above. He couldn’t wait to finally set foot on solid ground, feel the grass under his feet and get some proper rest and meal but in his line of work, he knew all too well that plans rarely went as smoothly as he wished they would, even on such uninfluenced from the Empire land.


Right at the 150 thousand feet point, another spacecraft requested contact through the transceiver on his helmet. “Whadda you think ya doin on our territory stealing our plunder, you skeeving pest?!” an angry voice came through, yelling in his earpiece. This sudden accusation came as a surprise to Tiberius, who vainly looked for the source on his radar before considering the chance of dealing with a spacecraft equipped with stealth technology, most likely a captured Dorogan ship.


“I’m just passing through.” he replied in a much calmer voice, looking to both sides through the canopy trying to find the source but it was only when he switched to his rear camera that he finally spotted the other. It was indeed a former Dorogan patrol ship, twice as big as he was, slowly approaching him from behind, which was very likely the reason he hadn’t noticed it sooner, the stealth additionally messing with his detection system. 


Now, Tiberius knew that bargaining with angry pirates or pirates in general that, freed of their Dorogan masters, did as they pleased, including coming up with senseless invisible borders only to find a reason to attack, was like begging a hungry Deideron for mercy. There wasn’t anything else one could offer them which they couldn’t already take for free and yet, Tiberius thought he’d be given a miraculous chance of being an exception. “I won’t be any trouble so if you just let me la…” he started but was cut short by the other side before he could finish. “Oh, you won’t be causing us any more trouble. Let’s see you dance, boy!” the same male responded, followed by a discomforting laughter in the background, right before they fired a missile at their target, followed by another at a higher angle shortly after, determined to take him down.


Tiberius was informed of the incoming attack and yanked at the stick to pull his jet into a climb, resulting in the first missile whizzing under him. The second one, however, found its target, knocking him out to the side from the sheer force of the impact. His wing and parts of his tail both went flying in the explosion following the hit, leaving him with only one remaining but useless wing.


He was now in a straight nose-down attitude, spinning out of control in a tight spiral and gaining speed with every passing mile. Recovery was out of the question. The drogue parachute he deployed in order to stop the spinning tore off right after barely opening. The air brake was malfunctioning. Smoke was starting to fill the cockpit from the burning wing and he had no way of telling where the nearest horizon was or if he was upside down or right side up as everything he saw through the canopy was a blur.


Suspecting he was going supersonic and was already entering the troposphere, he pulled the handle of his ejection seat and launched himself through the canopy. The windstream ripped his helmet and oxygen mask right off, the nictitating membranes instinctively closing to protect his eyes. His body was perfectly adapted from early age to the harsh climate on his home planet, which also included strong winds like these at high enough altitude.


But because of the speed at which he was falling, the parachute opened with a delay, allowing him to only then see how dangerously low he had actually been to the ground. A second or two of indecisiveness and this might have ended up worse than it did.


His jet kept spinning under him like a huge pegtop, belching flames and leaving a long trail of black smoke and debris before hitting the ground below and going off in a huge deafening explosion – a great gush of flame rose hungrily devouring everything in that radius, sending tremors in all directions at the moment of impact strong enough to shatter windows. Lucky for the ship yard or the city nearby, it had crashed just outside of any populated zone or else, this might have been a real disaster.


Tiberius’ fall, on the other hand, had turned into a relatively slow descend seconds after his parachute had opened fully. He had lost the seat to lower his weight, additionally putting his whole strength into pulling on the steering toggles to further slow himself down and to avoid landing anywhere near what was left of his now still burning ship. He had done everything in his power to soften the fall and as the balls of his feet touched the grassy plain, he immediately rolled to the side to avoid any injuries. This hadn’t been his idea of finally setting foot on solid ground but at this point, everything was welcomed as long as he didn’t go ‘splat’ along the way.


He quickly got back on his feet and slipped out of the parachute, pulling his hood over his head and his scarf over his nose, not only for aesthetic reasons but also because he disliked breathing the smog that enveloped this area in particular, which included the main capital of the planet – his destination. A long sigh escaped his lips as he looked back at his jet for the last time before heading towards the city suburbs nearby and specifically the docking station there that offered a very nice view over the area, one he was in dire need of since his jet had been downed, which he had planned to use for this exact purpose.


While he walked on, he tapped the spots under his long coat where he carried his equipment to ensure nothing was missing. Additionally, he activated both his knife’s and shortsword’s recalling systems, grasping their hilts in both hands midair as they were cast out of their sheaths, only to put them away again – a very simple and yet very useful little mechanism allowing for a quick access to his preferred weapons. He’d need those items in tip-top condition if the information he had received turned out to be true. For this exact reason, he was constantly looking up into the sky for signs of any kind of ship heading towards the station he was only a few blocks away from.


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Nu grunted softly, "Rough is a bit of an understatement, but I wasn't talking about the noise," She muttered, watching the screens that gave a view of the hangar. When he set up the ship to receive what was playing in her ear, she pulled the com off and crushed it under her foot. Thank the Krasic, having voices in her ear like that was dreadful.


She was not as relieved when he sounded a little panicked by the Brazen's activities, but that was not her concern- he was the pilot. She grit her teeth together as the ship approached field, the one that was still there. But it worked without fault, and suddenly the Brazen was gone and they seemed to be in the clear. She nodded at Cael's announcement, and made her way to the lounge.


There, instead of struggling with getting comfortable in furniture that was not designed for someone of her anatomy, she stood near one of the walls.


Cael had a lazy way of speaking that seemed to run rampant in criminal types, something that still confused her. Did other races not care for their young enough to at least ensure they could communicate?


As he did, she checked her own belongings for devices that should not be there. Sure enough, there was a small blip nestled in her rope, and one tucked inside the casing of her constructed tool. She crushed them both, with a disdainful snort.


She would certainly help look for tracking devices, but would she stay on the expedition? On one hand, finding Vihalla, Avalon, could be her ticket home. But what if.. what if she got there and the Krasic turned her away, as a deviant one?


The Kryx had this on her mind, as she stood to follow Cael and help him sweep the ship.
 
While everyone remaining off The Odyssey made their way onboard, Lara began providing covering fire, a grin stuck on her face while she fired away and ignored the steam starting to come off of the gun. Luckily, it didn't overheat until they were away from The Brazen and she no longer needed to give covering fire. Unluckily, Lara was left cursing under her breath and waving her hands about since the overwhelming heat managed to singe her palms before she could scramble away from the heated gun. Hearing Cael speaking to her, Lara merely waved him off before frowning down at her palms, which were reddened and some fur had quite literally burned away. Great. Her fur always took nearly a week to grow back properly and now her palms were a bit red from the burns and were furless, which always looked really weird for Lara.


Hearing the mention of meeting in a lounge, Lara stood up from where she'd knelt near the gun and managed to follow a few signs until she found herself in the lounge with the others. It wasn't until she'd followed the signs and walked around a bit, that Lara realized just how big The Odyssey was. What all was in this ship? Before she could think too much about it, Lara felt a slight jerk in the ship and she stumbled forward in surprise until she managed to not-so-casually sit down in a chair as a result. Giving a defensive glare to anyone who saw her stumble, Lara then said, "I meant to do zat." 


Looking up when Cael cleared his throat, Lara's ears perked forward as she listened intently to what he had to say. After all, this was his ship so that meant Cael was in charge for now. Hearing that they were in the clear from The Brazen hunting them down anytime soon, Lara visibly relaxed and even let out a soft sigh. Of course, Cael followed up by mentioning bugs being on each person and Lara was tense yet again. Scowling at this, Lara immediately began patting herself down and soon revealed just one small pin that had been mixed in with her herbs in her hip herb pouch. Damned Dorogans. Crushing the pin in between her fingers, Lara let the tiny pieces just fall on top of the table, not really certain where to dispose of them anyways. Looking back at Cael when he began discussing their new destination, Cardaleon, Lara frowned a bit, as she wasn't feeling all too keen about this place. While Cael may trust his 'friend', Lara did not know this person and she certainly hadn't had to escape a prison with them. This meant Lara felt on edge since this meant the 'friend' could easily backstab the group. After all, nobody would be that keen on helping several top wanted criminals instead of just one they happen to owe for whatever happened in the past.


Yet, at the mention of having a chance to leave and put this all behind her, Lara merely sighed and shook her head. "I zink ve all know zat ve can't valk avay now. Ve'll just be hunted down again and probably imprisoned for life zis time around." Not a moment later, Cael was already turning away, but he stopped and added the mention of sleeping quarters. When he added that they may have to share rooms, Lara instantly let out a low growl while her ears folded against her head. "I ain't sharin' any rooms vith any of ye." Of course, if she absolutely had to then she would, but she might get out of it if she established her dislike for the idea ahead of time. 


While Cael wandered off and Nu soon joined him to hunt down all the bugs aboard, Lara stood up and stretched a bit before looking at her palms once more with a slight frown. She could use a few herbs in a mixture to create a medicinal paste to put on her palms, but she had few herbs left to work with now that her greenhouse on her own ship was pertinently abandoned. Scratching absentmindedly at the back of her neck, Lara then jogged after Cael and Nu, curious to know if the tough guy happened to have a greenhouse onboard. That was a normal thing to have on one's ship, yeah?


Catching up to Cael, Lara slowed to walk beside him before giving him a curious look with her ears perked forward again.


"Cael, any chance zat ye have somezing of a greenhouse onboard? I'm running low on some herbs and if I'm going to be sticking around zen a greenhouse would be very useful in ze long run."
 
Cael lifted his hat from his head and ran his fingers through the long brown hair that parted down the middle as he stared into the cargo hold of the Odyssey. It was as empty as he had ever seen it. Upon arriving on Raq'tak, Cael had at least 4 crates of supplies that he had been collecting and buying for some time. Gru'ha obviously didn't know what the importance of the equipment he had taken was, or maybe he had and had done it to make sure they failed. Either way, The Odyssey was now minus a great deal of spare parts and fluids that kept the ship space worthy. The up side, now they wouldn't have to check the cargo for bugs. 


As Cael continued to look over the empty cargo bay, heard a set of feet behind him and noticed Nu helping with the sweep. 


"No use sweeping the visible cargo storage. Looks like they took everything worth taking when we were on The Brazen. Damn Gru'ha."


He turned his back on the cargo hold and made his way over to the Kryx. She had followed after to help sweep, so Cael might be able to use her help. 


"These holds are where I put the "legal" Cargo. Obviously, I wouldn't be much of a smuggler if I didn't have other places for hiding the real money making items. There's two hidden storage units on the top deck, each hidden behind a panel at the ends of the half moon hallway. Mind checking those out while I sweep the ones down here?"


Cael didn't expect Nu to help if she didn't want to. If she decided not to, he would just have to go check them himself. But there were other hidden storage compartments on the main deck he needed to sweep himself. Before he could get an answer from the Kryx, Lara calling his name caused him to turn to listen to a question that only made him raise an eyebrow as she asked. What did she think this was, some sort of floating greenhouse?? Cael couldn't help but crack a half smile and fold his arms over his chest. 


"Does it look like I got plants growing around here? In the middle of a friggin ship?? Hahaha, I ain't sure what kind of ships you're used to darlin, but I tell ya what, if you can get something to grow on this ship with what you can find on Cardaleon, then by all means you can grow your little heart out."


Cael couldn't help but continue to chuckle as he walked away from Lara and Nu, pretending to dab at his eyes as he did. 


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Nu swept her eyes over the empty hold. It registered in her mind that, as a smuggler, Cael probably had had this hold full of some kind of cargo, legal or otherwise, only to have it taken while on the brazen. Well, that was unfortunate. He confirmed her thoughts when he turned and saw her, and she gave a soft noise hum of acknowledgment. She did note the curse at the end, wondering if that was simply habit, or if what had been in this hold had been important. It wasn't exactly her concern, but information was information. He offered her a task, but before she could respond, the furry one, Lara, caught up and asked about a greenhouse on board. Nu shifted her feet a little, her eyes narrowing as she tried to place the meaning of the word. It clearly had something to do with growing plants so.. maybe it was like the structures on Wu s' Via that she had learned about as a Kryxling- warm places to grow food in the cold. The ones on Wu s' Via were large domes made of polished crystal that could have only been from the next planet over, Fra s' Via. They had been there longer than any one Kryx could remember, a testament to the age of their race. One could say that Nu would've bragged about them, given the chance.


With a glance at Lara, her expression an odd mix of disdain and amusement, and then back to Cael. "I will go check t'hose holds," Nu said, with a nod, before turning and leaving them both. Her path took her up a deck, and she found herself in the middle of the half-moon that Cael had mentioned. With a shrug to herself, she chose to turn right and walked to the end of the hall.


It only took a few seconds to spot the panel, and she stepped forward to examine it, wondering why it looked so obvious. There was a small scuff at the edge, and when she attempted to open it, it popped open much easier than she would have expected, for a smuggler's hold. A look along the inside told her why; the Dorogans had forced the panel open, bending a few of the more delicate pieces that would have held the panel in. With the damage, it seemed to stick out from the wall ever so slightly.


The hold itself was empty, and didn't have any bugs in it, so she fiddled with the damaged pieces a little and then closed it. A little better, at least.


The Kryx meandered down to the other panel, although this one seemed to have fared slightly better. It took a little jimmying, but the panel opened without much protest. Nu swung it open, ready to take a cursory glance for bugs and then go curl up for a nap.


But the hold wasn't empty. Inside, in the middle of the empty floor, sat a strange box. Nu moved toward it, her ears flickering back and forth. It looked like it had come from the Dorogans. Surely they wouldn't plant something dangerous on the ship; Gru'ha wanted them to succeed.


So she picked it up. Her entire body stiffened, all of her ears filling with a soft hum. Was her skin vibrating in resonance because she was touching the box? Why did it feel as if whatever was inside the box was reaching for her, trying to speak to her? The hum subsided after a moment, and Nu had to give herself a small shake.


Nu wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but the box did not fit those expectations. With the odd experience aside, its weight was entirely odd. She couldn't tell if it was empty or not, and even though there was no sensation of something sliding back and forth, when she tipped the box, its center of gravity moved perceptively. The Kryx frowned down at the box, shifting it in her hand to find the lock. It appeared to be of the old-fashioned kind, so Nu withdrew her tools and attempted to pick it. Each tumbler moved just as it should, and Nu couldn't find any more, but when the box should have opened, it didn't. She tried several times, her expression growing darker with each attempt. Eventually, she had to admit defeat.


The Kryx gave a huff, and carried the box with her out of the hold. She would work on it a little more later; no point in showing it to Cael without figuring out what was inside of it first, right? She told herself that if she didn't open it before the next day, she would show the others..


On her way back, she claimed a lower bunk in one of the rooms by pulling all of the coverings off the bed, and turning them into a circular nest. The discovered box was concealed on the underside of the bunk, in the farthest corner possible, taped up inside an appropriately sized hole made in the mattress. The only way someone would find it, is if they crawled along the floor underneath Nu's bunk, looking specifically for something concealed in this way. Seemed like a reasonable enough place to put it, for now.


With that taken care of, Nu descended again and located Cael, scuffing her feet purposely so he would hear her. "Upper holds were emptied, no bugs though." She informed him. All true, just not all of the truth.


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Glo'cer took hold of a bar near the entrance of the ship as he felt Cael start his flight. From the sound of the ship, they would make it perfectly on time for his set up. He could hear the Dorogan ship starting its attempt to warp but it was already too late. The doors to the hanger flung open just before a crash would take place. A blast of light came from the Dorogan ship as it was no longer there. With a slight huff, he regained himself. He hadn't done an escape attempt like that in a long time. He wouldn't admit it but if it weren't for the others, he wasn't too sure he would truly make it out. It was very slim odds and to some extent even he knew odds and percentages meant jack. He would continue keeping his distance as a cold, calculating being. He didn't fully trust them yet for the obvious reason that they were all criminals. Even with a common goal, it would be easy to back stab one another. As he let his mind wander for a bit, the ship jerked forward. His jelly like body jiggled at the initial movement before things start to even out. Many had commented on the Solidus comical jiggle during warps but he had grown accustom to it. He neither showed amusement nor anger towards those who brought it up, it was a simple physical movement brought upon by the nature of his body. 


Over the intercoms, he heard Cael talk about meeting in the lounge. He took his time going up to the lounge as he looked at the inside of the ship. It was rather old compared to new models of this particular ship. It did seem Cael had put in a few modifications to keep it working. Glo'cer was slightly impressed by the fact it was able to function in today's society. As he came into the room, he overheard them going down to a scrap planet. A friend would help them get inside which didn't interest the solidus at all. He supposed the lack of goods might make it harder to travel though so stopping might be in the best interest. As the second topic came up, he patted his small set of belongings down. Finding a bug on his gun holster. They didn't hide them very well. If anything, it was Gru'ha trying to keep tabs on them. He didn't see much reason for the Dorogans to bug the ship and their belongings unless they knew they were escaping. So, this could only logically be Gru'ha's doing. With a quick movement, the bug sparked in his fingertips. It started to flash slowly. Waving around the room, he saw the light flashing a little faster at different areas. It would seem they have done a through job. With this, we may find well hidden bugs. I shall leave you all to the cargo and such as I investigate the rest of the area. He said as he turned from the three. He followed the light's blips as he walked down the short halls and room. Each time, he took a few moments to collect the bugs. There were a handful but it was definitely overkill for such a small ship. He wondered just how the rooming was going to work. He never had to share a room with anyone, let alone sleep next to strangers. How fascinating. Perhaps this will lead me to understanding other species sleep cycles a little more in depth. 
 
While the others had taken to sweeping and exploring the Odyssey, Artemis remained by the window that opened up a view to the galaxy as they flew at light speed, making the stars burst into hot white streaks across the dark void. She was in the lounge with one hand gently resting on the glass of the window and had been as such ever since they'd taken off and gotten away from the Brazen, not making a move even when Cael's words entered her head through one ear and left the other, unprocessed or noticed. The Cyborg was deadly still as if she was not even alive, staring out in to the space with cold, dead eyes, gazing into the void but not seeing anything.


Deep down, she was a mess. What had happened during their escape? It was messing with her brain as she tried to figure out what was so strange about the encounter with the man who now lay dead and headless back in the Brazen. There was something so familiar about the predicament.. her actions... his expression. As she thought, one hand slowly reached up to the exact spot on her neck where she had sliced through the Dorogon with her blade. Whatever it was, hovered at the edges of her mind. Close enough to sense yet too far to reach and it vexed her greatly. The cyborg turned to her memory in the hopes of finding some clue to what had happened, but there was nothing there. Just hazy data banks of patchwork memories and empty blanks as it had been since she woke up in the lab- 


Artemis suddenly slumped forward against the glass of the window, her head and gem hitting the cold surface as her vision flowered with static when she tried to think more of what had happened to her before she woke up, but the cold glass was making it even harder for her to think. The freezing sensation was so familiar. It gave birth to a feeling of being trapped, as if in a glass coffin. Separated from the world like the dead but very much alive. It was so so familiar. And the Cyborg didn't like it. 


She had to break out. She had to destroy the glass. 


She'd done it before. When she woke, taking the breath that brought her back to the land of the living though she was never dead, but perhaps somewhere in between. She'd broken the glass that held her prison in a tomb of something.. cold. So cold. 


She had to break out. 


Unconsciously, Artemis tightened her hand into a fist against the glass. She was already picturing the glass, shattering under her force like it had that time. 
 
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After finishing with the first cargo bay, then going around to glance at the same picture within the second. Cael sighed and made his way back towards the front before stopping at a door just beside the hall to the cockpit. He hit the controls to the side and the door slid open revealing a somewhat messy room that Cael called home. An extra pair of pants and a shirt littered the floor beside the bed as Cael walked in and sat on the bed for a moment. There was little in terms of decorations, a small picture on the far wall of Caels parents and him as a teen was really the only thing he had. He gave the picture a smile, then shifted to the end of the bed facing the wall.


Cael raised his metal arm and flipped open the control panel on it. He hit a quick series of buttons, and a beep sounded within the room. Cael reached for the wall his bed sat beside, and slid a finger under a piece of panelling that had been flush with the wall only seconds before. This was the safest hold on the entire ship, Cael installed it himself. The walls were lined with Titarium, and the panel would only release with the command from Caels arm. He slid the panel away and stuck his arm within, finding what he was looking for and pulling out a small ammo box. He went through it, finding that it was the one place the Empire hadn't messed with, and reloaded his pistol. After reloading and closing the box, he pushed it back in with his boot and shut the panel. He locked the panel and went for the door. 


As the door slid open, Cael jumped a bit when he found Nu just outside. He wasn't surprised by what she had to say, he would have been more surprised should she have found any of the cargo hadn't been found. He nodded and tilted his hat as he did, catching Glocer's movement and the blinking lights as he did. 


" 'Preciate it. Looks like the slime ball has the bug extermination pretty much wrapped up. Least on the inside. When we land I'll get Glak to sweep the outside for me."


Cael was about to head back for the bridge when he noticed a slumped figure as he passed the lounge. His head cocked to the side he looked at Artemis with a bit of curiosity until he noticed her hand beginning to curl a bit unfavorably towards the glass. Cael wasn't about to let them all get sucked into space, specially after he had just gotten his ship back, so he reached out with his own metallic arm and grabbed Artemis' wrist. He slowly pulled the hand away from the glass, keeping his eyes peeled on the cyborg and his free hand resting on his pistol. 


"I don't reckon I feel like being sucked into space just yet little lady. How abouts we cool ourselves before something bad happens, huh?"


Cael's voice was not harsh or unkind, he was fairly certain he knew what was eating at the cyborg having seen her act of mercy on the soldier in the rearview camera. But there was a cold sternness to his voice, if not with just the slightest touch of a kindred tone. He would only release the girl when she came back to her sense, and he was certain she wasn't about to kill them all. 


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As soon as Cael grabbed her arm, the cyborg immediately turned her glowing eyes away from the endless void and fixed them on Cael in a cold and dead stare with absolutely no recognition in her eyes. Her gaze stayed unwavering on his face and it would almost seem that the Artemis they recognized in the day or so the group had been together, was no where to be found in the cold and deadly creature before him. Slowly her hand left the class, each finger silent as they were dragged over the cold surface and, for a moment, it looked liked the cyborg was about to do something.


Yet suddenly, the coldness dissipated as some recognition and warmth returned to the pink eyes of the cyborg as she blinked at Cael for a moment before breathing out with a sigh and a soft smile. The Doragon had snapped her out of those strange memories and, as the dark thoughts slowly left her, she felt some composure slowly returning to her. 


With eyes flickering to the space she had been staring into moments before, to Cael's hand on his pistol and then back to his face, Artemis gently swallowed, feeling her brain cool off and the static dissipate as her vision cleared and heightened.  " Sorry! I'm all better now," she spoke in a light tone yet she did not offer an explanation for her strange behaviour. Instead, Artemis's gaze was now trained on Cael's hand were he gripped her wrist before it flickered back to his face, "...Thank you, Cael." There was a falter in her voice, as if she felt slightly lost. There was also a hint of weariness yet also gratitude in her tone. 


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Rosalyn was more than relieved when they were finally off The Brazen. Looking out the window she could see the blurs that were the stars passing by them. Listening to Cael and the others she had to agree that she had no plans on leaving the group, not now at least. The Empire would be all over trying to find them. If things didn't go as planned she would just wait till everything cooled down before leaving. Hearing that some of them might have to share a room, Rosalyn glared at Cael. There was no way in hell she was going to share a room. Growing up a noble she never had to and with her style of living now she never had too either. To share a room with any of these people would be shameful. "If you think I'm going to be sharing a room with any one of you you have another thing coming." It seemed that the cat like creature,Lara, was in agreement.


At the mention of bugs Rosalyn patted around and found one on her katana. She didn't notice it earlier for hadn't used at all since she had been captured. When Cael said he was going to search for more bugs on his ship and asked if anyone would like to help Rosalyn declined. Despite her stoic face and calm demeanor, Rosalyn's shoulder was starting to hurt from the blast she took. Pain was not something those of her race showed for showing any sign of weakness was frowned upon in her society. She refused to show any form of weakness in front of these people. They can think of they want of her, lazy or whatever, but not weak.


From some reason it just now clicked in her head what planet they were going to land on. She had heard of the planet but never landed there herself. There wasn't good enough money to be made on that planet. When Lara got up to leave Rosalyn went and looked to see how Artemis was doing. She believed she could grow to eventually become friends with the weird cyborg. Her eyebrow raised in confusion as she saw the cyborg's head against the window. The girl was a lot more lively before but now seemed to be dead quiet. I wonder what's wrong with her. It was then she saw Artemis' hand curl into a fist like she was going to break the window. Before she could say anything Cael stopped the cyborg from doing in danger. Rosalyn let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Looking at her face she almost didn't recognize the woman in front of her. Not that Rosalyn really knew her, but from what she knew of her it didn't seem like her. A split second later there was a spark back in her eyes and she was back to normal. That was weird. Rosalyn shook her head and went back to just sitting there. She never got the chance to 'relax' like this.
 
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