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Post by Edzilla on Aug 7, 2012 22:06:33 GMT
"Not long," he said quietly as if in a waking dream. He hadn't slept but instead thought deeply, deeply about his future.
He stood up, waking Seta. The wolf stirred, before growling low ,"Been a while since I slept that well," he got up and padded towards the window looking down at the planet below. "30 mins maybe," Torak said to the others wondering back to his seat.
"Any plans?" Torak enquired. He had one, survive by any means, leave divinity corps behind.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 7, 2012 23:32:56 GMT
Nix continued piloting the shuttle. It was remarkably even, And very quiet. ERINs voice spoke over the speakers. >Time till arrival- 23 minutes, 16 zeconds and 44 milliseconds on the sound of the beep.< A beep followed immefiately after. >Are there any mutually Agreeable music choices I can play for you? My selection is quite large.< A blue light had lit up on tge wall. One of ERINs Eyes, evidently.
Nix hummed his own tune in cockpit, some classical Music from oldy-wirldy earth. Strauss, in paticular,The Hunt Polka, OP. 373.It was also astoundingly Accurate, Considering it was telepathic. He looked over to Sammael for a brief moment, curious as to the Kodokhars action.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 7, 2012 23:42:36 GMT
As Nix started humming his chosen tune in the cockpit Sammael simply looked at him for a few seconds before he calmly put away his papers and took out his weapons, performing meticulous weapon check-ups and sharpening the edges to perfection. "Please Nix, if you want music then put some music on by all means, pretty much anything is fine, as long as you stop humming." Sammael said as he seemed completely absorbed by the task of sharpening his black-bladed weaponry.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 8, 2012 0:55:47 GMT
Svetlana sat checking her weapons with the same focus as Sammael. Except for her this involved touching every blade and counting them as she went. She paused at each one testing it's sharpness against a single strand of her hair. Apparently she wasn't pleased until the blade from all angles could cut the hair without pressure being applied. This process ate away ten minutes until she seemed pleased with each one.
Then she hopped up from her seat and glancing at the others began to stretch. She bent over backwards, held her body aloft with one arm, and most of all seemed to stretch her legs. "when we land...Im going to be ready."
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 8, 2012 1:53:28 GMT
Nix chuckled. "Sorry Sammael. Most people dont like my taste in music, so.I hum it to myself. Im not used to Having other People that can actually be offended in the Cockpit. He stopped humming. "Seeing as tge music would play over the entire ship, I'll let ERIN play somethingbtgey can all agree on. If anything." >It would appear the team would preffer Silence, Nix.< Nox said loudly "Im.sure some wo... Oh" he stopped, And silently comtinued to pilot.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 8, 2012 3:26:39 GMT
Tyrin chuckled a bit at the retort to Nix from ERIN, "Hey ERIN could we get something with a bit of an upbeat mixed with something on the heavier side?" He waited for the music to start as he counted his rounds, each clip he had held only 15 rounds, he had 6 clip pockets and one in his freshly designed rifle. "75 rounds. Gotta make em last...." He whispered to himself.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 8, 2012 6:32:55 GMT
Svetlana felt irritation as the music began. When she stretched it was usually to something a bit more classical. After all..much of her fighting style was based off of dance movements. Back then it had just been so she could dance perfectly...a trophy princess had to be able to do that after all.
She glared harder at the wall and split perfectly pressing down on her leg for a moment. She heard the computer speak "Of what value is a split in combat." she pressed her palms into the ground lifting herself up and then flipping to her feet still glaring she jerked Tyrin to his feet. "because of this. Charge at me Tyrin." she commanded. When he did he watched her dance forward and then leap slamming the her palms into his head in a way that was somewhat painful. she split as he charged beneath her and she turned midair sending a blade flying just over his head so that it clattered into the wall making it clear that she could have killed him if she wanted. "Thats why." she tossed her hair with a grin as she returned to stretching. She flipped three times retrieving her blade and beginning to practice the one blade dance.
This seemed to involve drawing only one blade and keeping it spinning in such a way as that it served to fight multiple targets.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 8, 2012 6:56:12 GMT
Nix chuckled. "ERIN, keep our guests a little quieter back there... All the dancings shakingbthe ship." ERIN was about to relay this information to the team, bit a Violent Shaking sent alot of things sprawling. "Thats... Odd...." Another shudder. "Holy Flames, Someones shooting at us! Thats... Not.... Aloowed..." He struggled to keep the Ship together whilst pulling it into a Sharp angled decent. The bullets and lasers stopped. But the planet was rushing to meet the shutfle. "Oh.... Shi...." Nix began, but was cut of By ERIN >Prepare for crash landing in designated are 'Swamp Zone'<
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 8, 2012 7:08:37 GMT
"Brace yourselves guys!" Tyrin yelled strapping his rifle to himself. "Svet! Grab my hand!" He said reaching out to her, he kept his grip on the metal cross bar as the ship began to tilt again. "Svet! Dammit don't be so stubborn for once babe!" He yelled again grabbing her hand and pulling her in. "Torak grab hold of your bloody wolf!" He smiled "Damn what a rush!!!!" He roared as the ship began to rattle again.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 8, 2012 9:49:45 GMT
"His wolf?" Seta seemed to ask in a sassy manner, before Torak swung his arm around him. He reached into his ammo pouch and pulled out a necklace of wooden beads, leading to the mark of the wolf, carved in the end. He looped it over his neck and began to chant in wolf speak, eyes closed. The ritual to be performed on the eve of battle. He probably sounded crazy to the others, but he had never failed his clans rituals even if he had left them behind. It took about a minute, on the last word his eyes sprang open, two glinting green orbs.
"I was getting kinda bored anyway," Torak mused mentally going through the poisons of his ammo. 100 rounds, 20 neurotoxin which attacked the nerves, 20 haemotoxin, which attacked the bloodstream. 1 round of either would kill in a few seconds. For those who needed to die faster, he had his own special mix, a cross between the deathcap and deadly nightshade. It killed faster than any normal ammunition. 20 rounds of interrogation munitions, reducing the target to a quivering mess made information easier to retrieve. The last 20 were something special, a gift from some unknown person, they'd be interesting to try..
Tyrins shouting awoke him from his daydream as he grabbed the iron bar on the ceiling gripping it with one hand, Seta in the other.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 8, 2012 21:50:20 GMT
As Tyrin jerked Svetlana towards him he saw her face contort with pain. He couldn't hear the scream but he could see her mouth open as the ship crashed hard into the side.
The lights faded as he felt gravity wrip Svetlana from his grasp flinging her into one of the adjacent walls. For several long moments there was no light until slowly a glow began to come from the corner. It took several moments before everyone could see well. It was then that Tyrin and the others saw where Svetlana had landed.
She was splayed out over a very crunched console part of the ceiling seemed to have collapsed onto her. Blood dripped from what appeared to be her leg and it was glowing a deep golden color. That paired with her wings seemed to be providing light.
From a distance Tyrin could also see that her arm was out of alignment. That explained the cry of pain earlier. Slowly she seemed to come alive with a shudder. A normal person would have burst into tears. She just glared harder at the ceiling. Slowly she managed to touch around until she found where the ceiling had impailed the side of her stomach and cut her leg. "Help.." she croaked out.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 8, 2012 21:59:24 GMT
Moments before the ship crashed into the ground Sammael put away his weapons and calmly stood up. As he was standing Sammael punched the closest bulkhead, and thanks to his claw-fingers actually penetrated it with the digits on his left hand, the one he had punched with. As that was done Sammael began muttering quietly, one of the thirteen catechisms of war of the Terribilis Legiones. "Death is death. Any death is valid. If extermination is the goal, any means are allowed. One hit, a thousand hits, it matters not. Death is death. Any death is valid. If extermination is the goald, any means are allowed. One hit, a thousand hits, it matters not.........".
When the ship hit the ground Sammael swayed back and forth violently but thanks to his secure grip on the bulkhead Sammael did not fall. As the ship finally came to rest on the ground Sammael found himself trapped, a part of the bulkhead and the roof of the shuttle had bent so much inwards that he was now completely sealed off from the others, or rather would have been were he not so strong. With a grunt Sammael ripped his hand from the bulkhead and then he drew his sword. Activating the ion field Sammael took a deep breath before he slashed, once, twice, three times the blade flashed and the metal blocking Sammael's way fell apart, a large triangular hole making a crude but effective doorway. Sammael entered through his newly made doorway just as everything calmed down and started accounting for any injuries.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 8, 2012 22:18:18 GMT
Falling debris knocked Torak off his hold as the ship hit the ground, sending him and Seta to the floor. After a few moments he came around to assess the situation.
"(please do not swear)," he said drawing a bandage from his pouch, the half breed was in trouble. His medical skills weren't the best, but they'd have to work now. He had a cut across his face, it would need some stitches, but it could wait.
He stepped down, making his way quickly, to the broken woman. She breathed, her pulse was fine but she was losing blood fast from her stomach, her leg was the priority though. He pulled his knife and cut a length of his sleeve, tieing it tight above the wound. It wasn't great, but his makeshift tourniquet would work for now. Gently as he could he removed the debris from her stomach. She winced as it was drawn out, but she was surprisingly tough. He desperately tried to bandage but it wasn't going to do enough.
"You better be good at this Tyrin, really (please do not swear) good.," He turned back to the half breed ,"Stay with us, don't go." Around this time he wish he knew light magic with all its healing properties.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 8, 2012 23:12:47 GMT
Nix groaned, brushing dirt out of his favce. "You lot tolld me you clean... Oh. Of course." He sat up. ERINs voice spoke again, Though It sounded diffdrent. "Svetlana is Injured. Please Assist." Nix grunted, Stood yp; And limped ober to Svetlana. He took one hand out from his robes, Revealinfg a compkex Tech-Armglove. A needle jutted out of a section, Straight into Svets le. The pain faded immediately, And the blood stopped Flowing. He eepeatedvthe process with the stomach. "Damn... You really got bashed up Svetlana." He fook hold of her arm, Cracked it back into place- Without pain, but without any othsr feelings either. Then he nodded and tested the Limb. "I apologise for tge roughness. But we ned to get out of this shuttle soon, And my bedside manner is Atrocious."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 8, 2012 23:48:58 GMT
"I'm glad we have you Nix...I'm a field medic but I've only really ever had to do work on myself..." Tyrin said grimacing at Svetlana, he had caused part of this and he felt terrible about it. "Svet...i'm so sorry..." Tyrin looked at his own stomach and side, he would be sore and bruised. He felt warm blood sliding down his face, in the heat of it all he realized he must have bashed his head on something. "Torak, are you okay?" he said disregarding his own injuries. "Where's Sammael?" he asked leaning down next to Nix. "We need to get her out of here quick mate...whoever shot us down will be coming to find us soon..."
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