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Post by NµKe on Jul 29, 2011 15:12:27 GMT -5
(( /shrug, your discretion... he is rather young ))
Zephate stopped and turned his head slightly to the side, obviously admiring the workmanship of the outfit.
"It's not very flattering when it comes to being a woman, but it definitely looks awesome."
He walked past her to retrieve any cool nicknacks he could find from the room, his own clothes being a similar baggy black pants (gotta love uniforms) and a black sleeveless tank-top. His alterations, however, were the leather jacket he had found (which Jorj had wanted, thereby increasing Zephate's love of the object, causing him to keep it... partially because he liked it and partially because he wanted to flaunt in Jorj's face) and the awesome weight-lifting, fingerless gloves.
As Jorj came out of the shower, Zeph chuckled at him. When asked why, he simply acted as if he didn't even remember chuckling. Jorj groaned at the annoyance and finished his outfit up.
The guns were loaded, the plans were somewhat laid out (not that Jorj could ever understand them no matter how much explanation was given... moron), and the knuckles were cracked.
"So... now the choice: vent or hallway?"
"Ve--" Jorj began, but Zeph cut him off.
"I'm sure you'd prefer the hallway, Charl, seeing as you actually like adventure and things like that. I'm sure that our *cough*pansy*cough* friend here would probably prefer some small area that is definitely bullet penetrable. What do you think, Charl?"
Zeph began waiting for Charl's reply, but before any time could pass they heard approaching steps to the room in which they were hiding.
"Welp, fate decides... hallway. Jorj, try not to hurt yourself... well, actually... run amok, friend, run amok."
Zephate smiled, Jorj gave a sarcastic, caustic smile in return, Charl just rolled her eyes and got behind the nearby corner to prepare to shoot at the door. Zeph positioned himself just to the right of the door, so that as it swung open he could use it as a weapon against the intruders. Jorj found a table and flipped it over (ridiculously loudly as well...) to hid behind.
Knock knock.
"Caleb? Aren't you guys coming to watch the show?"
A couple of chuckles could be heard.
"...Caleb?"
"Probably sleeping."
"Through the show? No ways. Best excitement we've had in weeks. No, somethings up."
"Well, go in..."
The handle turned...
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Post by Hoovy on Jul 29, 2011 22:25:56 GMT -5
((Guys, I got this one.)) ::Edited by Admin:: [Enough with the double-posting, Rangerstewy]
((I'll start with the last sentences...))
"Well, go in..."
The handle turned...
Slowly. As if the pirates knew what was up and were trying to create tension. Jorj knelt behind his table. He stared at the door as if he was trying to force the pirates on the other sides heads to explode. He couldn't take it anymore. He started to stand up. Charl looked his way and motioned for him to stay down. he ignored her and brought his arm up to aim at the door. He fired three times. the door fell open, and the two pirate's bodies tumbled through the door. Everyone (including Jorj) stared at the bodies for a second. Charl was the first to speak. "Jorj?! What the heck did you do that for?!"
"What's it matter? They are both dead now." Jorj kicked one of them for good measure. Zephate pulled his gun and shot at Jorj's feet. Jorj jumped back. "Now they are," replied Zephate, a smug smile across his face.
"He was all ready dead."
"He was twitching."
"Because I shot half his brains out!"
"It still took you an extra shot."
"You know what-" Jorj was cut off by Charl kicking him in the stomach.
"Nock it off you two." She kicked Zephate also, just not as hard. "We still have to get out of here and now you probably alert every guard in the ship."
"It was silenced." Jorj muttered.
"What was that?" asked Charl.
"I said my gun was silenced."
Charl stood there for a second, almost saying something but decided not to. "Lets go. Zeph, you take point. Jorj, you get our backs."
Jorj smiled then said: "What do I do with them when I get them?." He started laughing at his own joke. Zephate and Charl just started with blank expressions on their faces. Zephate turned and left the room. Charl followed soon after.
"Well I thought it was funny." said a voice.
Jorj turned around looking for the source. Charl and Zephate either didn't hear it, or didn't care. 'Must be hearing things.' Thought Jorj. He reloaded his gun and followed after Charl.
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Post by Galio on Jul 31, 2011 23:42:49 GMT -5
Charl and Zephate forged down the hall looking for signs pointing to the command deck. Jorge straggled behind.
"There!" Charl pointed with her course alteration. She opened a door across the hall. Nothing but a ladder lay behind it.
"Going up?" Zephate inquired.
"I think, down."
Jorge overheard as he caught up. "What? Command decks are always up. On every other frigate and cruiser I've ever heard of, the command deck is on top."
Zephate added, "I do not agree with captain experience pants, yet I think the command deck is probably up, kidoo."
Charl didn't speak a word. She tapped the wall inside the door with her pistol as she descended the ladder.
Zephate leaned in to look. "Ha!"
Jorge peaked in as Zephate jumped on the ladder. He read the sign, "Command Deck Down. Deck 1. We're on deck 17!"
Charl halted on the ladder. Zephate asked, "What?"
She was at the door for deck 14. "I heard something." She put her ear to the door. Then she jerked back. "I hear the moans of the infected!"
"They must be housing them for tests... or maybe some crazy obstacle courses" Zephate figured.
Charl looked back at the door then continued on. After several minutes of the downward climb, she reached the bottom. "Hold. I'm going to check the hall." She opened the door a sliver. She quickly shut it again. She whispered, "It's the actual command center!"
She scooted to the side, and Zephate slid down next to her. With just Charl, it was already a fairly tight squeeze; with Zephate too, it was difficult to breath. Charl stared at the door. "I'm going to kill him. He was going to watch us die for sport. I'm going to slay him on his command deck." She was obviously quite put out by captain Mac's taste for fun.
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Post by NµKe on Aug 4, 2011 11:49:15 GMT -5
Zephate grinned. He loved it when she got mad. Super cute and super dangerous.
"Well... I reckon I'll just have to let you take him out yourself then. On three."
"What is going on down there?!" Jorj asked in the most-fail of whispers ever. Both Zeph and Charl turned their heads up towards him with expressions of mingled disgust and annoyance.
"Shut..."
"Up..."
"Right." His whisper was quieter this time, judging by the seriousness of their faces.
"One... two... and let's go..." Zephate practically giggled as they threw the door open. Two shots. Both to the head of both guards closest the closet-ladder. The scene could practically be watched in slow-motion (if it were any faster, you can be sure that you'd miss two or six kills). Charl approached the captain at a lightning quick speed and reverse-round-house kicked him backwards out of his plush-leather chair. Zephate saw what had been in his lap, his sword, HIS SWORD. Rage rippled throughout his mind and, diving for the sword, he shot the captain once in the leg, just because he had been holding his sword.
Zeph retrieved the sword and the blood-splattering increased. No longer was it bullet wounds that soaked the floor... arms, legs, and kidneys now added to the carnage. There were only four other guards in the room, but the dismembering was adequate to what might be normal for about fifteen bodies.
They stopped. A total of about ten seconds had transpired and all was quiet except one noise... Zephate could hear it. Quick breathing. Nervous breathing. That was not Charl's. She was cool, collected and calculating (probably calculating what she was going to do to the captain, she seemed super-ticked still...). Movement. A visitor, for he was obviously not a guard, tried to move slowly towards the door from behind one of the knocked over chairs. Charl spun and let two bullets fly. The man cried out in pain and dropped to the floor.
"Civi Charl, hold up."
"I know, that's why I only landed them in his knees."
"...do you realize how much that hurts, Charl?"
Charl stopped as if she had never considered this thought before. Then shrugged and walked towards the captain. Zephate moved to the civilian.
"You alright?"
*whimper whimper... "I-I-I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do anything. I don't even like this ship... they captured me a week back and I was trying to barter my way off of the ship. Please don't shoot me anymore..."
Zephate could tell that he was beginning to go into shock. He rolled his eyes, checked the guy's knees and laid him on his back.
"Listen, you're going to be fine, the bullets only grazed your knees... quite deeply, but still, you'll be fine. Just bandage 'em up and you'll make it."
"Th-th-thank you, sir."
"Now, might be best for you to figure a way to get off this ship as there is no telling what that chick over there will be doing next."
Zephate smiled a little and winked at the man. He obviously did not get the joke. Zeph stood up and walked over to Charl who was sitting on her feet right in front of the captain, just staring at him as if trying to bore holes into the man's brain.
"What... ya up to, Charl?"
"Figuring out what he deserves."
"...cool. I'm gonna go get Jorjie-Pants."
Zeph skipped over to the closet and opened the door. A gunshot rang out and Zeph dropped to the ground. He reached up and grabbed his arm and moaned pretty loudly.
"What... the heck, Jorj?!"
"Thought you were a guard! Sorry, Zeph."
"You do ONE more thing like that and I will personally cut you up and I will make sure that the initial fifty slices are non-lethal, got it?"
"Yeah... sorry man."
"Fraggin... that hurts real bad."
The bullet had grazed Zeph's shoulder but stayed out of his arm permanently. Where it had stayed permanently was in the captain's stomach. Charl looked ticked. Zephate turned to see what was going on and realized the situation. He backed up and began bandaging his arm... partially because it needed tending to and partially because he wanted to stay out of the Charl's blast zone.
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Post by Hoovy on Aug 12, 2011 23:20:46 GMT -5
((As always, starting with the beginning of the last post...)) The bullet had grazed Zeph's shoulder but stayed out of his arm permanently. Where it had stayed permanently was in the captain's stomach. Charl looked ticked. Zephate turned to see what was going on and realized the situation. He backed up and began bandaging his arm... partially because it needed tending to and partially because he wanted to stay out of the Charl's blast zone.
Charl turned around slowly. "What. Have. You. Done. You. Freaking. Idiot." she spat out each word. If she could, she would bring everyone back to life in the ship, just so she could kill them again.
"Sorry Charl. But, I already said my reasoning... uh..." Jorj looked over at Zephate. He was walking slowly back towards the ladder. "Sorry Jorjie. You're on your own. And Charl, don't make it to messy. I just cleaned this suit." He scampered up the ladder to relative safety.
Charl reached into an inner pocket of the jacket and pulled out a wicked-looking knife. She stepped forward, and Jorj noticed something moving behind her. "uh, Charl? You might want to turn around..."
"Jorj," she said still seething with rage, "I'm not stupid. That trick is not going to wo-" Her sentence was cut short due to the Captain's hand crushing her throat.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you guys actually trying to escape? After I saved you, gave you a cell to stay in, and was going to let you entertain me, and thousands of other pirates around the galaxy?" The Captain stood up and brushed himself off. "Some people can be quite rude." He tossed Charl aside. She slammed against the wall with a thud, and slumped down.
Zephate climbed down the ladder, expecting Jorj to be chopped up into little tiny Jorj Sushi Rolls. Instead he saw Charl unconscious against the wall, and Jorj still standing there, helpless. "What the heck happened?"
"Don't act like you haven't seen a Cyborg before Zephate. Now, what to do with you escapees?" said the Captain as he paced back and forth. Jorj started to finger his gun in it's holster.
"Jorj," Zephate whispered, "don't."
So, Jorj did it anyways.
He whipped out his handgun and fired an entire clip into the Captain's head. Zephate kicked a assault rifle from a fallen guard into the air, caught it, and opened fire in one smooth, clean, motion. The Captain stumbled back a bit, then started laughing. Where each bullet should have pierced the skin, shining silver metal could be seen instead.
"I thought better of you two. Person guard of Father, and The Family's best commando? And last questions before I kill you all? And, yes, this will all be on camera. This will shoot my ratings through the roof! And.... ACTION!"
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Post by Galio on Aug 17, 2011 21:52:27 GMT -5
[[Nice twist with the captain being the cyborg. Did not expect that... or the strangulation to the wall. Time for some recompense.]]
"I have one; How does this rate, you son of a ditch-witch?!" Riding on his back, Charl jammed her daggers into either side of his neck and tried to twist. But she couldn't budge them. His... innards were just too hard. Instead, she pushed them as far as she could, jerked them back out, and hopped to safety. "You can edit that out later, commando-pants! Hehe!" She giggled behind cover, not as perturbed, personally at him as she was moments before.
"Bahaaaaaa!! Got 'immmmm!" Zephate laughed.
The captain recoiled, holding the sides of his neck. The blades were enough to pierce his metal skin. He stood up again and kicked a random chair in Jorj's direction. The seat of it caught him in the jaw and sent him back into the ladder room. Zephate laughed again.
Charl called to Zephate, "Protocol: Conservation!"
He yelled back, "I hear that, you crazy monkey!" He dropped the gun, and drew his sword.
Charl waited for Zephate to move. The captain was running toward her now. Zephate sprung into action.
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Post by NµKe on Aug 23, 2011 13:38:20 GMT -5
The captain was running. Charl was grinning. Zephate was laughing out loud as he charged to intercept the cyborg. Broom. There was a lovely metal broom that had just finished its rest after a long sweep of the room (gotta love non-OCD cleaners, leaving their stuff all around...). Zephate grabbed it, vaulted off it and landed directly on the cyborg's upper half. The broom hit the skull piece first, but the rest of Zephate's body continued into the upper half right afterwards. They both slid down the stairs into the planning room where there was a large holographic map.
'Impressive,' Zephate thought to himself as he admired the craftsmanship of the different planets replicas. The cyborg began getting up and muttering inappropriate words. Zephate leaned forward and aimed the handle-side of the room at the back of the neck. He waited until the cyborg shook his head as all villains do when they've been dealt a big blow. They head shook and Zephate jammed the back of the broom into his neck piece. The cyborg faltered, then dropped to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
Turning around (and posing for a second), Zephate jogged back over to Charl.
"So, shall we get off this rotten ship and get our own to experience the universe now? Or... what do you think we should do?"
The cyborg stirred.
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Post by Hoovy on Aug 26, 2011 23:27:54 GMT -5
"So, shall we get off this rotten ship and get our own to experience the universe now? Or... what do you think we should do?"
The Cyborg stirred.
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Charl walked into the holo-planet room. "Nice job Zeph. I see you left the captain for me to finish."
"Yeah, that's what it was..." muttered Zephate to himself. She nodded back towards the command center. "Go ahead and help Jorj. I think that chair hit him in the face." Zephate sighed. "DO I have to?" sounding strangely like a little kid. Charl just stared, eyebrow raised. "Ok, fine. That normally works..." He muttered to himself as he limped out of the room (He was shot in the foot).
As he entered the control room, he could still see Jorj spawled out on the floor. He kicked him. "Jorj..." He kept kicking him. Jorj wasn't moving. "Come on..." Jorj suddenly jumped up.
"BBBBLLLLEAAAAGGGHHHH!!!" Zephate instinctively jumped back and Jorj started laughing. "Ha! I got you! You flinched! I scared Zephate! YEEEEESSSSHHHH!!!!"
"I didn't flinch," protested Zephate. I was reaching for my katana." Jorj dusted himself off, not believing the excuse.
"So, what's your katana's name?"
"What?"
"Well, I heard that all ninja's named their katanas. Like 'Dark Energy' or 'Crimson Vengeance' or something like that."
"'Something Like That'? What kind of name is that?"
"No, I meant-"
Charl stuck her head through the door. "Uhh... I don't want to interrupt your bonding moment here, but we are kind of on a time schedule here... So then, in other words, get your talkative butts in this room."
Zephate saluted. "Sir, yes sir!" and skipped/hopped back to the Holo-planet room.
"Jorj, when I said "Butts", that meant yours to."
"Fine." he said and trudged into the room.
"What's your problem?" Charl asked crossly as he shuffled by.
"Some pirate stole my money and my gun while I was unconscious." Charl just stared at him for a moment.
"Look, if it will make you feel better, you can check the Captain's body," she pointed to the headless pile of metal in the corner, "You can."
"What did you do to him?"
"I made sure he wasn't going to get back up again." Charl said matter-of-factly. Satisfied with the answer, jorj gleefully trotted over to the remains. Charl turned and walked over to the Planet charts. "Now, I was thinking we could go towards the Skytair system..."
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Jorj was sitting on the floor shifting through the pile of scrap metal. Somehow he saw something shining amung all of the oily/bloody debris. A chrome .500 Magnum (I've actually fired on of these). "Hey guys!" he shouted, "I found a new gun!"
"That's nice Jorj. No, we couldn't go there. That's pirate's..." Jorj frowned and continued to search the pile.
-5 Minutes Later-
"Hey Zephate, I found a button. Mind if I press it?"
Zephate waved a hand, "As long as the button is NOT red."
"It's yellow."
"Ok, it's good. Knock yourself out." Jorj hit the button and the Captain's voice sounded over the loud speakers [Broadcast sent.] Charl and Zephate stopped talking. Zephate looked over at Charl. "I thought you killed that guy... Jorj What did you do?"
Jorj threw the remote in the air. "I didn't do it!"
Zephate laughed. "Well, at least it wasn't the Self-Destruct Alarms." The remote hit the ground and broke into a million pieces. [Self Destruct Activated.] the voice said in the Captain's voice. [Feel free to panic. It's good for the ratings. Escape pods are on level three. Just remember. It's not about the destination, it's the journey! Or, well, in this case, it's both. Have fun, and enjoy the rest of your day! Capt'n X is out! Peace!]
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Post by Hoovy on Aug 26, 2011 23:39:18 GMT -5
For reference, this is Jorj's new gun. Attachments:
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Post by NµKe on Aug 27, 2011 12:07:30 GMT -5
Wow, intense... kinda picking up momentum. Nevertheless, Galio, your turn to post, right? Have fun
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Post by Galio on Aug 28, 2011 13:03:01 GMT -5
Charl held her hand to her face. "Oh my."
Zephate put his hand on the top of her head. "Do not fear, my little assassin; I will let you kill him... after I do."
A voice came from the console of the holo projector that made Charl's blood freeze. "Mackebel! Answer me, Mackebel. My men say your ship is self-destructing. We're alongside you now; come aboard!..." the voice went on. Charl slowly spun to face the console and stepped toward it, piloted by fear and vendetta. It was Father's voice.
Zephate and Jorj recognized it too, but did not share the intrinsic hate of Charl. She calmly pushed the button to reply. "Do you know this voice?"
After a short pause, in a pacifying tone Father replied, "Yes, I do. I've been very worried for you, my child. I want you to come home."
In a child-like voice that made Zephate's skin crawl she answered, "Yes, Father, I'm coming home. And I bring with me, the mercy of Hades."
With that, she bounded to the door with speed, yet unseen by Jorj. Within ten seconds, she was in an escape pod on level 3 and strapped in. She gave Zephate 3 seconds before she shut the door.
He arrived in 1. "Jorj can find his own way."
Everything Charl heard and saw in these moments seemed trivial and temporal. Absolutely nothing in the entire world mattered but seeing the face of her life-time deceiver. The exaction of visceral retribution had completely overcome her small, encaged mind.
The pod launched to Father's ship. The 3 or 4 minute trip took years too long for Charl's plight. It was torture. She elbowed the bulkhead with all of her strength screaming, "AAGH!!!" The pain from the bone-on-steel strike shot a modicum of common sense to her brain. She calmed a little. She knew she wanted answers more than blood. Tears of nearly every emotion in her eyes, she looked at her partner. "I don't know anything about... myself, about you... about the whole world. What has he done to me, Zeph?!" She had never called him that before, but she didn't notice.
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Post by NµKe on Aug 28, 2011 23:17:26 GMT -5
Zephate blinked.
"Betrayals are never easy, Charl."
He stood solemnly, stepped towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"But you should know... it's difficult for both sides. One time on a planet about two months back, I had two survivors with me on this infested planet. One was super cute... the other was... easier to leave, but neither of them left me feeling very happy when I heard the lock click and their fists pounding on the door. Just know that unless Father is a heartless fiend, he probably struggled a little bit with just leaving you by the wayside."
He had been gazing off towards the other side of the pod while he related his story, but upon returning his gaze to Charl he was silenced. The tears were still streaming, but he noticed her arm becoming more tense as well as her fists clenching and unclenching as if the only focus that she had in the entire world right then was not bashing his face in.
Tactics change time! he thought to himself.
"Perhaaaaaps, he didn't betray you!" Zephate said as he spun and sat down on the seat putting an additional two feet between him and the incredibly emotional, dangerous, and violent woman.
"It is technically possible that he did not mean to leave you, you know... and that he actually has been searching for you."
"What the heck are you trying to--"
"I'm just saying that perhaps before we shoot him in the head after multiple non-lethal wounds, we could actually talk with him, savvy?"
Charl dropped down to her knees and began her thousand-yard stare down towards the ground that was three feet from her face.
"Oh c'mon, we can at least give it a shot. Hey, think of this Mopey Molly, we don't have that useless sack of bones with us still! At least Jorjie-Twenty-Credit-Gun isn't still with us! Now WE can press the self-destruct buttons when WE want to while EVERYONE ELSE runs in terror, ya know? We've got it good, you and me."
Charl smirked and Zephate was pleased with himself. She looked back up at him and his mood changed from Clown to Comforter.
"Listen, kid..." suddenly his voice was much more akin to a father, or kind uncle, than a drinking buddy "...we've both been through a lot, and no matter what happens, we're gonna keep going through a lot... but... well, no, I mean, we're going to keep going through a lot together. No more of this 'lonely forever' garbage, got it? We got each other backs, and I mean that when I say it. No betrayal betwixt you and I, homie. We're locked down."
As if on cue, the Alert Announcement sounded.
"Your pod has been locked down onto the supporting ship. Welcome to safety."
Zephate chuckled and drew his sword. The sliding out of the sheathe made its ever comforting metallic ring.
"Now, time to can up those emotions and then let 'em all loose on unsuspecting victims, mmkay? It's somewhat unhealthy, but, honestly, it's encouraging when you look back and see what kind of havoc you can cause. C'mon, lemme see a smile..."
Charl's smirk grew an eighth of an inch.
"K, enough of this sappiness, I'm gonna go kill stuff, comin'?"
And with that, they both leapt into action.
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Post by Galio on Aug 28, 2011 23:57:53 GMT -5
As Charl leaped out of the hatch alongside Zephate, things eased into slow motion. She realized, at this point, right now, that he had been her only true friend she'd ever had. And though he would push her buttons and ruffle her feathers hourly and verbosely, she found great solace in his consistent presence.
She glanced up, hoping not to see Father standing there with open arms. She felt less hot blood flowing since Zeph's pep talk, but forgiveness was found next on the list under 'anger outlet'. The outletting ensued.
In nearly synchronous landings and lateral jumps, Charl and Zephate dealt killing blows downward, then upward. 12 Family guards fell without their lives.
Dodging several bullets and ducking several swings, they rounded up the remaining few.
As blood ran to her feet, Charl looked compassionately down. "Is this pity?... Zeph?"
He stepped over a body to her. "Nnga?"
She gazed down into lifeless eyes. "I think it helps me be less confused if give names to these feelings. I believe this is pity." She looked at Zeph. "And I think it is a pity that they should die for Father's whims." Her head dropped back down. "To think, not a minute ago, these dear eyes could see... maybe he thought I was pretty. And perhaps for a moment, he wished things were different, and that we didn't have to fight. Maybe he wanted to talk to me."
Zephate's eyes were looking at each other. "I think this one's 'sympathy', dreamer girl. And definitely a few others that we'll get into later. But for now... uhhmm..." He raised his katana to the door.
She caught her self, "Oh! Yes, sorry... I must be awful to be ar..."
Zephate cut her off, "Been around worse."
They bolted out the door with enough speed to run on the adjacent wall of the hallway.
The speed and ease which they overtook the ship was even startling to Father. He watched on the video feeds and sensors. His men might as well might not be there. He raised his voice to his pilots, "Disconnect the bridge! And charge weapons."
The forward section of the ship began it's separation sequence.
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Post by NµKe on Aug 29, 2011 0:56:35 GMT -5
Zephate began to laugh. He knew what was coming. He knew that this model of ship had the detachable cockpit, and that the emergency thrusters built into the cockpit were enough to push Father to safety whether that was on the nearest planet, or the next nearest three. If they were to ask their own questions, they needed to get across that bridge. Zephate charged with more venom and vigor than before, slicing his opponents in a more efficient way, or at least a swifter way. Before he had made sure that not only would they never rise again, but they could never rise again even if they wanted to. Now he was contented with simply slashing their lives as swiftly as possible.
They were at least two rooms away from the bridge when Zephate realized the fruitlessness of the chase. They would have to suit up in order to make it there. There is no chance that they could survive the jump without suits when the escaping section of the ship was so far. After clearing the next room and peering into the next room, Zephate saw the occupants -- at least a dozen fighters, ready to wage war. Charl moaned. Zephate turned and saw her peering out the window at the thrusters that had just been activated on the escaping vessel. Zephate sighed.
"I'm sorry, Charl. There is still time though. We have our whole lives to track him down and let him know how wretched he is."
"No... it's not that." Charl stated. "It's just... I... if he hadn't left... if he was telling the truth and truly wanted me back, then he would've stayed."
"...well, you did state that you were bringing all of the 'mercy of Hades' or something like that. Doesn't seem like a 'I'm home, Papa' does it?"
"... good call."
"Nonetheless, we are now on this pretty useless piece of junk spacecraft that just lost it's cockpit. We might have a nice new conflict to deal with. This vessel has escape pods as well, I believe. We could dock down on that planet and see what we could turn up with, eh? Perhaps commandeer some craft and chase down the bloody bawd. So, technically, we don't even need to go into the next room. Unless you're still on the mission of Explore the Emotions of Evisceration..."
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Post by Galio on Aug 31, 2011 23:14:26 GMT -5
Charl yelled down the hall which was now trembling and contorting, "Desperation! Aaauuuuh... Torn! It's a crossroads! What's that called!?"
Zeph, relieved that she had made up her mind answered over the rising rumble, "We'll figure it out later, kidoodle! Let's find a pod."
She kicked a wall as she turned away from the detaching bridge, and they ran back up the hall. "We're docking on an ice planet?" She inquired.
"There's gotta be a station down there somewhere." They arrived at the last non-jettisoned pod.
Charl stopped at the hatch of the pod and mused, "It's... relief. Letting it go, it feels... relieving. Haha!" She jumped in with him. She felt very light spirited, now. "Ooh, Zeph, this is the nicest pod so far. Look at the shiny things!" She pushed the jettison button, and they fired off toward the planet.
They looked out of the small window. Charl giggled, "Zeph, when we get down there, watch out for the mating mogs. They're very territori..." she burst out laughing. And she continued to laugh loudly for ten seconds.
Then she sat straight up, quiet. "It's joy." She looked at Zephate and burst into tears. "It's joy, Zephate! I can't believe it!" She hugged him with python prowess.
Then she sat back down, morbid. "Look at me. I'm an emotional space freighter wreck at sea... in a tempest. Do you feel this irresolute? Golly, I don't like it."
She stared out at the growing planet. Now, cold and choleric, she stated, "When we touch down, we must commandeer a space-worthy craft. We can avoid fatalities, but if necessary, we use lethal force."
Zephate watched her silently for a while. She didn't stop looking out the window. Her face was hard and stagnant. She stayed unmoving for a long while. Then her eyes slowly started to reflect like water. Zephate saw a small quiver in her chin. Her face became soft and genuine, in the way someone's would when they have just begun to come apart inside. She looked at Zephate, an emotional space freighter wreck at sea in a tempest. But she caught and contained herself this time. She just whispered, "Grateful."
Zephate asked, "How's that, kid?"
"This one's grateful. Thanks, for bein' here."
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