Futuristic Into the Dark

[Floodwater31]

Alex let out a small chuckle, "I can't heal myself anymore than you can, if that's what you mean". Had he thought I had some sorta accelerated healing factor or something? Whatever, maybe his ship was full of nuts. Alex looked at the candy bars and water on the ground, he hadn't realized how hungry he was, he hadn't eaten since he was on the ship, and even then he had skipped his last meal. However he only grabbed the water bottle which had rolled to his feet. Scrambling in the dirt for the candy bars would give Joshua authority, it would put him a rung higher than Alex. So for now he ignored them for now. Next he had to deal with the fact that Joshua had put the circumstances in the open, the silent tension in the air. Alex could either deny any malcontent, thereby solidifying malcontent in Joshua's mind if he wasn't believed, or simply agree with Joshua, the first step to trust between both parties. "Why not, as long as our interest align.", what are his interests, he's not the type to drop everything for humanitarian reasons. "How can I help your search?"

 

[Lenchan]

Joshua chuckled at Alex’s remark, logging the information for later. Less interesting. Not a biological anomaly after all. Oh well. There’s still hope for this one yet. He opened and partook in a water of his own, turning his gaze back towards the ship in assessment. “Well, Alex, I’d hope to help you in yours,” his eyes, blue as the sea, fell back on Alex, studying his reaction. “Assuming you’re interested in looking for more survivors.” He wasn’t convinced the man was which made Joshua's reservation return. “If your wounds aren’t grievous, then I shall leave you to heal naturally as you put it, in interest of finding those who are in more need of service. Tell me,” he looked around at the blood and oil and debris of ship and human parts. “How many were aboard your vessel? Where do you recommend we search? I’d have you lead the way and we can fan out from there.”


@Floodwater31

 

[iTrinity]

A rolling of his eyes couldn't help but occur when Islia pushed his hand away. Quietly and without further argument he continues to cook their meal, gazing solemnly into the fire.


Those last days on Earth had destroyed the person Sebastian once was. He recalls being happy. Thriving, not just surviving as he was now. College was going well for him. Though he was a new medical student, he showed great prowess and genius in the medical field. By his father's strict teachings he had graduated High-school at the young age of thirteen and had been going to college for six years before everything fell apart. He remembered when he'd been torn away from Traverese... He remembers the exact storm that had torn his family- No, his life to shreds. It destroyed him in a way even the Dredge couldn't replicate. It's soon evident that he has spaced out, continuing the grilling in a robotic motion.

 

[Jarkov Malachai]

Unworthy

The Dredge continued toying with Erich, he truly was her most favorite toy as of the moment. Twining her tail about his legs, prodding him in the back with a talon or a soft caress of the cheek with tongue or talon. But eventually when it got no more reaction from him it grew bored and left, sashaying over to a strand of the river where a sand bank made itself known. The Pearlescent water gently burbling by the group on its way to just where, no one knew. Small patches of sunshine, or moonlight, t'was hard to tell in this place filtered through the canopy, making the water glitter.


The Female Alien slid into the water without a sound with effortless grace and poise. She Maneuvered herself into a position where most of her body was submerged in said water and relished in the feeling of the cold water rushing past her armored plates and against her ever so boiling hot skin. The water not to far away downstream boiled and hissed, steam wisps rising into the air from the heat that she allowed to be emitted from her body. Back resting against the soft sand, tail floating lazily in the river, trailing down and down farther away till it disappeared under the waves creating a vaguely serpentine appearance in those opal waters. A full belly and a nights rest had done its temper wonders, and by that she felt not the need to inherently kill everything that moved, oh she was still pissed but the water and sunlight, smell of fresh air and trees instead of the acidic scent of metal made her wriggle with pleasure at finally being outside and not in a cage.


The Dredge stretched her arms above her in such a way that it was reminiscent of a cat waking up after a long nap. neck bones popped and plates chittered and cracked back into place. Muscles relieved their tension, though never their readiness to act. She was content to simply ignore the Terrans for the moment and simply BE. That is until one so imperiously demanded to know her origin and name.


That caused those stormy depths, grey gems half hidden by heavy lids to glint dangerously, lightning arcing from one head to the other.


"Yours have not earned my name... Little GIRL." It said in a heavy, booming voice of which the after shock curled about them, as if it wanted doubly sure of the effect it had on those who heard it.


@Lenchan @iTrinity @PingFire

 

[Floodwater31]

"There were thirt- twenty eight people besides me", six confirmed dead... Alex's spirits took a hit with that thought, it's not that he hadn't seen death, he'd had to deal with it regularly, but he'd never thought any of the people on the Last Dawn would... they weren't the people who died. Later. "There was talk about fortifying the med bay, though we didn't land on schedule, that's where I'd bet the most people are." Alex surveyed the corpse of The Last Dawn, if that was an engine than that is th- "It should be that way, the med bay that is", Alex indicated further into the wreckage, "should be a short walk if the ship stayed in this condition throughout the crash".

 

[Alite]

Adalric finally finished treating people. A few were concious, but for now he couldn't take people out to explore the surrounding area. "We'll take watches for now. In a couple hours I'll wake one of you up to take my place. For now try to get some rest". After about ten minutes the last had finally fallen asleep, and Adalricc began his lonely watch, a broken board next to him.

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

Lay down! Right arm, plank! Hold! Hold! Hold! The words of Teal's drilling instructor were forever burnt inside her memory. The little girl had migrated from the Second Soviet Union after its fall. Her parents had died in this desperate hope of surviving the nuclear wasteland that had become Russia, though Teal had made it alive. When she had arrived in the States she was just a low age of ten years old. However this did not stop the U.S Government from scooping her up into a new reform that forced all New Age Immigrants (Immigrants from the year 2909 and on) into compulsory Military service. Teal was assigned to the rag-tag group of teens known as 'Youth Squad Div 1'. This squadron, the first of it's Division, was made up entirely of other Immigrant children. Some had come from Spain, China, Japan, Canada, Mexico. And then there was Teal. She'd come from Russia, speaking little to no English. Though soon, she was forced to learn. Through years of non-stop training, combat and deployment, Teal had become the woman she is today.


Left arm, plank! Hold! Hold! Hold!... Rise! As soon as that last word had echoed through her unconscious mind, Teal awoke with a loud and ragged gasp. Smoke had been filling her lungs while she was unconscious. Breathe, Rookie! The words of her instructor had calmed her. Though the coughing proceeded for a few minutes, she eventually managed to bring her breath down to a slow. What do you do without a respirator? Anyone? Instantaneously, Teal reached down to her now even further damaged uniform. Tearing it into multiple shreds with hands that shook violently, she wrapped the cloth around her face. Get out of conflict before checking for wounds! Her legs engaged. Every well defined and well toned muscles that lie within the cargo-pants she donned engaged. With a groan of displeasure and pain she sprinted forward and away from the wreckage. It just so happened she landed not more than half a kilometer away from the Medical Bay, making it an easy trek back toward it. "Legs," She patted her pants a moment, observing her lower extremities. "Check,". "Arms... Check, nose... Check.. Lips... Check... Eyes.. Eyes...." She suddenly was hit by a shock-wave of pain as her fingertips met the socket of her left eye. Torn to shreds sat her once beautiful iris. Perhaps, if a certain doctor were to repair it with his handy-dandy cell-replicator, it'd be able to recover.. But he was nowhere in sight. Do not scream! Screaming is for the weak! It's for those who want to compromise the entire mission for selfish pain! Teal wanted to, more than she had ever before. She was desperately lost in a sea of unknown territory. Trees loomed high over her. Glowing.. Vines? Dangled down. Seeing wreckage just to the North of her, she ran toward it. Smoke from dying fires continued to fill her lungs. She had come down where fuel reserves were kept, and unfortunately, where the fire raged the fiercest.


Teal stumbled into the clearing that had been created with the grand collapse of the Medical bay. She could hear the screams of those who were dying 'Will I be one of them?' She thought to herself. The rugged soldier shook her head, "No.. No,". Once you're back in friendly turf, seek medical aid immediately! Teal found herself obeying her long dead mentor. "Medic!" She shrieked, her Russian accent piercing over the chaos. She was closer to Joshua and Alex than Adalric, Caitlyn and Arthur. "Medi... Medic!" She screams again, coughing with tremendous force. Refusing to stop moving, she paces around the perimeter of the crash, trying to get her bearings. She held her gloved hand over the eye socket that spurted profusely with blood.

@Lenchan @Floodwater31

 

[Ironrot]

"Thanks Doc. I'll just wait a little while for it to kick in." Arthur relaxed and carefully folded his hands behind his head. "I guess you'd better go find someone else to help? I'll come find the rest of you lot later."


Arthur lay for a few minutes while Sally stacked the remaining MRE's like building blocks. Arthur thought through what they had to do. They needed to get to producing. He wondered if the soil was suitable. He wondered if there was soil. If there was only food for 5-7 days then they would need to scavenge or forage food as well as water. Sally stopped playing with her 'blocks' and pushed herself up against Arthurs chest. She pushed something into his hand.


"Read me" She said, relaxing against him. The pain in Arthur's side was now a dull 'thudding'. Arthur lifted his arm to see what he was holding. It was the same book he had been reading earlier.There was something odd about that but Arthur couldn't place it.


"Where were we?" He asked


"Theres a monster at the end." Sally spoke, putting on a matter of fact voice.


"Oh, right," He began


"Shhh... Listen, I have an idea. If you do not turn any pages, we will never get to the end of this book. And that is good because there is a.." Arthur stopped and pointed at a work. He whispered; "Whats that word?"


"MONSTER!" Sally nearly shouted. Arthur paused for a moment.


"..at the end of this book. So please don't turn the page" He spoke quietly, thinking. Something was out of place.


THE MONSTER! Fuck the book, there was a monster at the end of the ship. He starting breathing faster, feeding his pulse thumping in the side of his neck. He started to stand up. Sally was giving him a frustrated look, but her didn't see it.


Calm down, he told himself, If the monster was still here, you'd know it. Surely Caitlyn would know. But Arthur was unsettled now. He was afraid for his daughter and himself. He had to move.


"I'll finish the story later, Koneko. We'd better go find the others."

Spoiler

(OOC: He'll join the others next post, I g2g)

 

[Lenchan]

Before Alex could give response, a woman’s voice rang out from someone in the distance. Then again much closer. Joshua’s eyes scanned in the direction the call was coming from, forgetting the man before him momentarily. Stumbling into his line of sight was a young beauty, covered in military fatigues, and frantically shielding her left eye. “Here!” He instinctively came to her side and gripped her shoulders to hold her in place. Swiftly he pulled on her forearms. “Sit! Let me have a look at you.” He lowers the woman’s hand and cringes. Jesus, does that look painful. “We’ll take care of that eye – don’t worry. What’s your name sweetheart?” He couldn’t help himself. She was an attractive one afterall. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”


He pressed her hand into her lap and kneeled before her, dropping the things on his back and giving a tentative look back to Alex before turning his attention to the medical kit before him. Inside of course, was the very thing she’d diagnosed as her savor, earlier: a biological matrix capable of tissue reconstruction. He swabbed a strip over the blood running down her face and fed it into a small handheld device he then placed in her lap. “Hold this.” While the computer deconstructed the sequence code for her eye from the hox genes in the blood he’d collected, Joshua began loading a fresh slot of some foreign matter into the side of the larger component the handheld attached to. He took the handheld back as it pinged, a female voice relaying “Proliferation data complete. Execution ready, Joshua.” He lifted a pincher like device up to the woman’s left eye and paused. “I’ve never experienced this, but my guess is it will be mildly uncomfortable. Please do you best to stay still. Let me know when you’re ready.”


@TealFyre

 

[Mystik]

Teal's remaining good eye flicks around wildly to perceive every single detail that occurs around her. Stay calm, stay collected, and trust no-one! "Teal!" Her lips quiver as she broke the advice that came through her head. Even in the years of extinguishing rebellions that were launched against corperations, she hadn't felt this pain before. It was so dangerously close to where it could kill her. So dangerously close to ending her life. She was lucky that she was able to get away with a simple eye injury, rather than a missing head all together. Her vision that she once relied on so dearly started blurring in her good eye. Life comes back into focused when she's asked if she's harmed anywhere else. Think! War isn't just about brawn! Her eyelid slid down over her eye as she reviewed every gush of blood that ran through her veins almost systematically. She felt the hot plasma reach down through her fingertips, toes, legs and chest, but never did she feel it get spurted into the outside world. "Just the eye," She states matter-o-factually.


"Do it!" Teal orders firmly, clutching onto his pant leg as she awaits a vast amount of pain. Pain is temporary! It may last for a minute, or an hour, but eventually, it will subside!





@Lenchan

 

[Lenchan]

Without giving the woman time to deliberate her resolve, Joshua placed a firm hand on her shoulder as if to further hold her in place. He brought the device up to her eye and pressed his thumb firmly on the tablet’s print scanner. “Sequence replication initiated. Processing... Reconstruction execution ready. Remain calm, you wounds will be remedied.” The machine railed off a halfhearted reassurance from its preprogrammed responses then pinged again as Joshua locked it into place on and removed his hand. “Reconstruction initiated. Completion in 192 seconds.” At first the pinchers simply poked at the corners of her eye, tiny nanite tendrils sliding between the folds of her lid. The process lasted for about ten seconds before the machine pinged again and the actual pinchers prodded her eye, puncturing the sclera on both sides. Joshua’s grip on her shoulder tightened as he forced himself not to expression the cringe his body was feeling in reaction to watching the machine do its work.


The bio-matrix was efficient and accurate, differentiating fresh cells to replace the damaged ones and reconstructing her eye like new. If the eye was imperfect before, it would see seamlessly now. The device pinged again. “94 seconds. Reconstruction complete. Reassessment initiated. Please refrain from movement.” Joshua gave another look over his shoulder to Alex, letting the man know he'd not forgotten his presence. "Just a bit further. You're doing great."





@TealFyre @Floodwater31

 

[Floodwater31]

Alex had been leading Joshua to where the med bay should be (there was still a sizable distance between the two) when Teal wandered out from behind some rubble. She's injured, left eye, Alex surveyed the immediate area, no threats, it must have happened during cr- Joshua had already rushed to Teal's side and was digging through a medical kit. It's an eye injury it's not like he has any spares... but he does have a cell replicator. He shivered, cell replicators were a whole like using a spare, except that you made your part as you needed it and not before hand. Images of someone that looked a lot like Alex getting his arm blown off blown off flashed in Alex's head, these were followed by images of the same handsome devil getting his stump ripped out. Finally, a new arm was cut out of a plastic bag and reattached to the other Alex's shoulder, who was still screaming. Back to reality. It was better that it was replaced sooner than later anyway, it would help preserve the nerves and in turn, Teal's vision. God, I'm useless, I've been standing here trying not to vomit while Joshua, the man who no one knows, has been taking action.

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

For the moment it simply prods and pokes along the sensitive surface of her eye only winces come from her. Though as soon as the machine injects itself further into the damaged tissue. The teenager writhes back violently when it does, stifling a shriek. She hated it. Every damned second of it. If you keep going, you won't regret it. If you give up, you will! The girl donning reddish-brown hair throws herself back upright to simply do her best to endure. Her hand could not help but clutch onto the gentleman's thigh. "Make it stop," She cannot help but hiss to him. Truly, she wanted to. But deep within the confines of her remaining logical self, she knew she had to continue. Tears stream down her face, though she declines the ball of vocalization that clumps up in her throat.


Memories rolled in through her head like one of the many deadly storms that roamed Earth. She could recall a certain moment in time when she'd come close to this amount of pain. Out on patrol in Old New York, a city that had been abandoned and filled with rebels and bandits her boots were covered in a concoction of blood and water. She and her comrades had walked in on something terrible. Gunshots were zipping between two rebel clans, each of which had their own ideals for what would come of Earth. Teal was beneath a rusted vehicle that had already been riddled with the markings of war. Bullet holes. Her ears were ringing with the sounds of foreign English dialect, some of which she was entirely unable to understand. Next to her rested Jose, an immigrant from Mexico. She'd known Jose to be a selfless, nearly suicidal person. She could see it in his eyes again. The look of a defeated soul. The look of a soul that had been here for too long. Suddenly, a soft click, then hiss was heard. A lime green device rolled under the car. A micro-explosive device. Designed to cripple, not kill. It was a truly terrible invention made by none other than the Second Soviet Union for crowd control, and somehow these rebels got their hands on it. Jose looked at his Russian companion a moment. A content expression crawled over his face, and before Teal could stop him, he leaped atop it. The explosion had torn Jose's chest apart, killing him in mere milliseconds. However he didn't entirely save the girl from the explosion, the sudden sensation of burning erupting from her thigh. That was the last thing she remembered before going unconscious.


During this storm of memories, Teal had gone dead silent and motionless. Though tears continued to run down her face from the immense pain and terror she had felt, both from the memory and the field surgery being performed on her.


@Lenchan @Floodwater31

 

[Ironrot]

Arthur was leading Sally through the cargo bay when he paused. A somewhat annoyed Sally walked around him. This was the second time in a few hours that her story had been interrupted. Arthur held his hand over his left eye; The pain killers weren't doing a great deal for his head.


"Sally, where is our bag?"


"Don't know" Sally said, shortly. She was pulling a face, puffing up her cheeks. Arthur ignored her. Something was putting him in a bad mood himself and being unable to find his bag was making it worse. Maybe someone had moved it to the infirmary...


It was hard seeing so many injured when Arthur arrived in the infirmary. He took Sally outside and left her with one of the better off survivors, a friend of his. This wasn't the place for a child. Moving back inside, Arthur walked through the rows of people, occasionally assuring people that everything would be okay or that dinner was coming soon. Looking around, they had clearly lost several people. As he pondered the loss, he felt a weight in his stomach which was only amplified by some small, secret relief that their supplies would last so much longer.


Arthur spotted his green, tattered pack across the room. Confident, he strode over and picked it up to examine its contents. Nothing was missing.


"Oi! What do you think you're doing" A harsh voice cried out as a man stormed up to him. Arthur recognized him as Henry.


"This is my bag. Did you bring it in here?" He replied, sounding a little annoyed but doing his best to be polite.


"I did bring it here because its my bag. Now drop it" Henry said, starting to shout. People were staring at the two of them.


Arthur looked Henry up and down. The man's fists were clenched and he was standing tall, trying to look imposing. Arthur was in pain, the throbbing in his head only increasing as his heart began to pump faster, readying him for the increasing chance of conflict. Henry's behavior reminded Arthur of any number of desperate people whom he had met in his months on the road before he had found Sebastian's ship. It is likely that both pain and past experience influenced Arthur to take his ill-advised next action. He reached into his pack and pulled his revolver out of a hidden inner pocket, pointing it at Henry"


"Oh, so this is your gun then? Pitty you didn't know it was in here. And these are your child's belongings?" Arthur knew Henry was not a father, "I've never met your daughter, Henry. Or maybe you just..." Arthur followed Henry's gaze over his shoulder. Another man was creeping up behind him. "Back. The. FUCK. UP." Arthur shouted. He took a few steps outward, so he could keep both men in his peripheral. He didn't understand why the men wanted his bag. Maybe they had found the seeds and figured that they were valuable. Maybe it was something else in his belongings. They had probably assumed that he was dead and had decided to loot his possessions.


"Just drop it guys." he said, trying to calm himself down. He slowly began lowering his gun. "We're all on the same side here." Even as Arthur spoke, the second man started to run at him. Arthur spin on his heel, raised the gun and fired. In the enclosed space the gunshot was deafening. It must have traveled most of the hallways in the ship. The man collapsed, holding his chest. Everyone was silent for a moment. Arthur, looked around for anyone's response then waved Henry to go past to help his friend.


Arthur dropped his revolver into his pocket, shouldered his bag and strode out of the infirmary, unsure if he had made the right choice. Once outside the door, still surrounded by people wondering what had happened, Arthur lent against the wall and sunk into a sitting position. Sally ran over to him, a little bewildered by the loud noise. Lately, loud noises had accompanied too many terrible things.


"What happened" She asked in a quiet, shaky voice. Arthur closed his left eye when he saw her approach.


"Nothing. Someone just dropped something heavy." he reached into his bag and pulled out a packet of seeds. He pushed the little balls around inside the plastic. He had just traded someone's life for these. He didn't know how he felt about that right now. Sally looked around at the small crowd of people who were watching her father. No one was sure how to act.


"Where is Sebastian?" Arthur asked, directing the question at no one in particular.

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

That gunshot sent a shiver crawling up Teal's spine like barbed wire. Her heart began beating harder, forcing blood down through every inch of her body. Adrenaline spiked her system as if she'd been shot with thousands of milligrams of the fuel that drove her. Regardless of if the procedure was completed or not Teal tore the device from her eye, natural instinct kicking in. Unlike most, she did not run toward the jungle that might provide safety from the conflict, she ran toward where the gunshot sounded. Proceed with caution. Her conscious was speaking to her as if a commander within the military. She was being taken over by years of training and discipline now. Teal's fingers curled around the home-made pistol she had crafted while in the Military. A shot was loaded into it. The rugged device slid out of a black holster on her side, the tape that held it together noticeably beginning to fray from use. She reached the site of the gunshot. The murder. As the girl ran into the infirmary she was shocked to see a man laying face down, blood seeping from him. This was unacceptable. Interrogate the locals. Teal's dark irises drifted around the room with a stare that could scare even the Dredge (Probably not, but you get the point). A woman quickly pointed outward, toward where Arthur and Sally stood.


Teal's combat boots hit the dirt firmly as she approached the pair from behind. Her weapon was raised, beautifully and skillfully cradled in her two gloved hands. Her index finger slid over the trigger, hovering there maticulously. "Hands up!" She demands in a tone resembling a drill sergeant. "I've got a gun trained on your daughter. Place your backpack on the ground. Walk backward. Follow my voice and keep your hands behind your head,". This cruel tactic, to train a weapon on the man's daughter was one she wasn't proud to use. However, if this man had just killed for a simple bag, who knows what lengths he would go to later. Her left eye bled. The surgery that was so cruelly interrupted had hurt her eye again, though she had regained some vision thanks to it.


"I don't want to kill your daughter or you," She states simply. "Do as I say and it won't come to that,".

@Ironrot

 

[Maki]

The gunshot rang in Caitlyn's ear, almost making her shit herself. It came from the infirmary. She thought to herself, and stood up, her leg aching in pain. Picking up the medical supplies she had out earlier, she tried to get to the source of the gun as quickly as she could. The injury on her leg seemed to get worse, going from a throbbing pain to a constant, intense pain. Caitlyn bit her lip, holding in a cry of pain. She knew that she should patch herself up, but resources were scarce, and the others needed to be taken care of first.


As she walked into the the infirmary, the first thing she noticed was a man bleeding on the ground, and a girl pointing a gun at Sally. Not noticing the gun that Arthur had, Caitlyn assumed that the girl had shot the man down.


"Hey!" She called out angrily, limping towards them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"


@TealFyre

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

Teal looks briefly at the girl limping toward her "Dammit," A whisper escapes her lips. Teal clears her throat before looking back at her targets. "This man is responsible for the murder that occurred in the infirmary behind me. I ask that you stay back while I handle this,".

 

[Maki]

"I ask that you don't point your gun at that girl." Caitlyn snapped, kneeling down next to the dead man. Despite the very low chances of him being alive, that didn't stop her from trying to help. She put her finger up to his neck to check for any signs of life. No pulse, he's gone. She thought grimly, looking back up at the three, checking to see if the gun was still pointed at Sally.


@TealFyre

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

Teal rolls her shoulders and keeps the gun trained on the little girl. "I don't take orders from a nurse. I'm trained to do this. This is my job," She spats at the ground after saying her next words, "Let me do my job, and I'll let you do yours,". Her finger stays curled over the trigger, her other index finger along the barrel of the weapon.


The Russian had been through a situation like this before. She had been trained to deal with a third party while arresting another. Her feet slide around slightly, bracing for an assault from behind her. Dispatch the third party quickly. Don't allow the suspect to escape. The cold eyes that rest within the sea of matted down red hair remain cold and distant from humanity. This woman had been dehumanized. It was clear she wouldn't have second thoughts about killing a child. Or perhaps, the three that surround her.

 

[Maki]

"That's just a girl, she doesn't deserve to have a gun pointed at her head!" Caitlyn took a few steps forward, not scared of the gun. She getting increasingly angry at this soldier. "Accidents happen, I'm sure he had a reason to shoot this man. Just put the gun down and let this go."


Caitlyn didn't think talking her out of this would work, but she would try anything to get the two out of this situation.


@TealFyre

 

[Lenchan]

Joshua started, his eyes immediately scanning the area, as the shot rang loud in the air, breaking the silence of patience as the reconstructor did its work. Before he could fully react to the piercing, haunting sound, the woman Teal was tearing the maching from her eye, pushing away from him, and taking off in the direction of the shot. “Jesus! Fucking army Joe!” The reconstructor teetered back on its stand and Joshua caught it; the A.I. chimed in annoyance as it failed, “Warning: Procedure failure! Final cauterization incomplete. Warning! Please reinitiate immediately.”





“Охуеть!” Joshua swore out to no one in particular, grabbing the live ammo glock from the right holster and looking over to Alex. “Come, friend!” He considered givin Alex a weapon then flipped the safety on sister glock loaded with rubber bullets before tossing it over to him. “The ammo is not live, but still I recommend using caution.” The man didn’t look inexperienced, so Joshua left it there, tossing the constructor back into the medical kit and kicking it closed. The security system on the device would protect itself from scavenging in case this was a ploy. He doubted it was.


Launching off his feet, Joshua sprung forth in Teal’s direction, his feet carrying him forward in a sprint. He slammed his body against the metal of the ship upon the sounds of voices raising, Teal’s amongst them and lowered himself to a crouch. He peered around the flank of the group and sighed. A man lay dead or dying in the middle of the scene. Teal stood with a gun pointed at a child, the man presumably responsible for the wound glaring back at her in defense. Another woman, presumably a medic or some sort, rose from the obviously dead corpse and barked at Teal in resistance. Joshua smirk and shook his head, amused. “Bad move, sweetheart.” Joshua turned back from the group and faced forward, looking out into the trees in contemplation. Two purple birds tailed after one another atop the canopy, unawares and unaffected by the silly human trifles below. “Am I even interested enough to involve myself in this developing shit?” His chest rose and fell hard in exasperation and he launched himself off the side of the ship, rounding it and making himself known.





“Greetings friends!” He approached with his hands raised, however his finger was at the trigger, ready. “Not to barge in at such a bad time, but you’ve distracted my patient and I fear the worst. If you’d be so kind as to let her subdue the guilty party and discuss in calm the situation, we can resolve this much more swiftly.” His eyes fell from Arthur to Sally, poignantly. “And efficiently for all.”





He stepped forward a bit more then added, dazzlingly a brilliantly white pair of teeth in a charming smile. “Don’t be alarmed. My name is Joshua Storstandssen, a fellow survivor, here to help.” He winked at a woman who blushed back in return. Practice was strong with this one.





@Kayzo @TealFyre

Spoiler

c.f. "Fuck" - denoting surprise

 

[Lenchan]

Islia stood, her expression unaffected by the beasts snarling as it morphed the air around her so much the hairs on her neck stood on end. She was just as annoyed and could care not for the beast’s perpetually foul mood. She was all but ready to die. Noting this about herself, she resisted the urge to chuckle at her resolve and sat down across from Sebastian without another word. At least the female had left Erich alone, which was her original motive it the first place, wasn’t it?


To the beast it would probably come off as defeat – to any of them it might – but the woman cared not for the opinions of anyone. It was factual answers she desired. If no one, human or not, had them to offer, she was disinterested in engaging. Slowly and haughtily her chest rose and fell several times before entering a more neutral pace. Her eyes bore down, reflecting the flames, getting lost in their dance as they licked at the roasting flesh, emitting a smell that made her stomach churn audibly. She made no motions to acknowledge it, or it’s reminder that she still hadn’t drank anything in days. Her throat, suddenly conscious in her mind, began to ache and as for her mind , it began to assess and formulate exactly what her own directives were. She thought again about offering an olive branch to the man sitting across from her. He was the closest she’d come to her own humanity in a long time; it’d be a shame to let the rift growing between them deepen. Her face twitched and her eyes darkened at the thought. Perhaps it was foolish to leave Earth, at all. Estorl, I hope, if he exists as you say, your God has humor. I won't be long now...





@Jarkov Malachai @PingFire @iTrinity ((sorry missed my cue somehow))

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich

Teal had caught Joshua mutter a Russian curse. Now understanding that the gentleman spoke Russian the marine spoke a lick of the harsh language, "Я не хочу, чтобы убить их. Но у меня есть работа,". The hands that rest within the conflict gauntlets she wore began to shake, her own morales starting to fall into play. It was the first moment of humanity she had felt after Jose's death..

NOTICE OF DECEASE FROM U.S SECRETARY OF DEFENSE. ADDRESSED TO: TEAL YUNEVICH. SOLDIER ID:00294

DECEASED'S FULL NAME:	DECEASED'S SOLDIER ID:	DECEASED'S AGE:	DECEASED'S HGT:	DECEASED'S WGHT:	DECEASED'S EYECLR:
	JOSE MATIAS HERRERO.		00295.		17.	6''0 ft.	158 pounds.	BRWN.

CAUSE OF DEATH:	LOCATION OF DEATH:	TOD.:
DEATH FROM SOVIET RUSSIAN EXPLOSIVE DEVICE. SHRAPNEL TO CARDIAC MUSCLE.	OLD NYC. BROADWAY, TIMES SQUARE.	12:43 P.M.

NOTES:
JOSE MATIAS HERRERO DIED WHILST SERVING THIS COUNTRY DURING COMPULSORY MILITARY SERVICE. HIS ACTS OF BRAVERY AND HEROICS WILL NOT BE LONG FORGOTTEN.

Teal remembered the exact moment she held the notice. Her hands shook rapidly while she had read through the clearly copy-pasted note. She despised every person that had dispatched them on that mission. It was pure suicide to try and do what they did. Teal's brown-red hair flowed like a sea around her hospital bed. Shrapnel had thrown itself into her thigh after Jose leaped upon the micro-explosive. It was the last time she could remember feeling that level of emotion and internal torment. Jose was a brother to her. Despite them both struggling with communicating with one another, Jopse had taught her some Spanish, and she taught him Russian. The two were best friends in the times of war, and only she knew how desperately he wanted out.


While in the field Jose was the mercy that Teal refused to give. He was the light to her darkness. The darkness she had now plunged into..




The crusted blood and dirt that created a canvas upon the girl's pale skin was cut through and carved by salty tears that had started again. She was visibly shaking now. Teal, los dejó ir. Her 'brother's' words alone caused the barrel of her weapon to lower toward the dirt and her stance relax into one of imbalance. She swayed slightly in the wind that had been conjured up. Soon she dropped her weapon, then dropped to her knees. This is when she fell into silence.

@Kayzo @Ironrot

 

[Lenchan]

Joshua’s face was one of shock – he’d noticed an accent in the woman’s tone, but how had he not identified it as his own? Idiot, he hissed, as he reassessed the woman, a different appeal raising his brow. Out of duty, then. He shook his head as his smile faded into an amused smirk at the woman's resolve. What a hammerhead. “Я понимаю… Не бо́йся. Всё бу́дет в поря́дке. И ты не хочешь напугать их поэтому они не доверять тебе.” He stepped forward again, more cautiously observing the tension in the surrounding faces, smiling warmly at each of them. They looked confused and alarmed, their eyes flashing back and for the from the strange man to the hostile woman they honestly knew little about. “нам @TealFyre

Spoiler

"I understand (In response the her saying she was simply doing her job, though she didn't want to be harsh). Don't worry yourself about it. But you don't want to scare them (you, being fellow shipmates) into not trusting you."


"I think we should speak in English" after noting the concerned, confused faces of the people around them.


Last line to Teal: "Come back, my friend."

 

[Mystik]

Teal Yunevich.

"Я не хочу быть здесь.." Teal murmured, slowly pushing herself back up to her knees. The people that looked at her so judgmentally, so angrily began filling her with self-consciousness. Was she trained wrong? Was everything she knew incorrect? No.. Her mentality began eating away at each of her memories, analyzing each one carefully. Every person that she had been ordered to kill.. Was she doing the right thing? Teal felt vastly uncomfortable now. Not only in this clearing, this crash site, but in her own skin. "Мне жаль!" The auburn haired girl exclaims, beginning to stumble back and away. She grabs her pistol, also yanking a pair of dog-tags from her Kevlar vest. She puts the two pairs of dog-tags into her mouth, closing her lips around the chain tightly. Then, she places the tip of the pistol against her skull. "Беда́ никогда́ не прихо́дит одна́.." Her lips quiver as she mutters that Russian saying, her finger hovering over the trigger. When a soldier swallows their dog-tags, it's a sign of the ultimate cowardice. Suicide. Teal placing them in her mouth was a terrible omen as to her intentions. If you've been captured, do yourself a favor. Put a bullet through your head before the enemy subjects you to much worse.