Gingerly Emma peaked around the corner, where she finds a large man sitting. He doesn't look much like a guard which means he's probably a prisoner. However that might not be a good thing, there are some pretty bad people on the ship. She steped into his view but kept her distance. "You look like you're in pretty bad shape, maybe you shouldn't rest in the hall way. Most of the people on this ship wouldn't think twice about killing you."

Ralof tried to look up. He was getting sweaty. The figure that talks to him is very blurry. "They can try..." He stands up with a severe headache.

"And in your condition it looks like they will likely succeed, there are better places to rest than this." Emma looked up at his face, stereotypically people like him were not very bright. Perhaps he would prove that to be wrong.

Ralof's sight was getting better. He sees that he talks to a woman. "You know a better place?

"Try a cell, make it look as if you never woke up. It's not perfect but it's better than a hall way. Personally I would use an officers quarters. Much nicer there and the rooms lock from the inside. However I believe that there are defenses, security checks, and the like that would stop me from doing so."

"Yeah, I noticed that..." Ralof's illness fades away. "I don't need rest at the moment."

"That's odd, do you have regenerative properties? What does it feel like? What does being sick feel like?" Emma is trying hard not to sound too depraved, she would earn no sympathy here.

Ralof looks confused. "What...?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. What made you so sick?" Emma was quite surprised that this man could recover from what ever was wrong with him so quickly.

"I died, and then I woke up in my cell."

"You died? Like you were alive before and then you died and now you're alive again? That's amazing! Do you know what this means? We are practically immortal!" Emma grinned, she was at an advantage here, if her disorder ended up killing her she would just wake up back in her cell.

Yeah, sure. Ralof didn't really care. "How do we get off this ship?" It's the only thing Ralof cares about.

"Poison. Ooh... Useful poison!" She spun around for no reason, perhaps excitement was catching up to her. She continued to look at the necklace until Kijani begins to story tell of a time that Warden have long forgotten. "Whoah!" She quietly said as Kijani expressed her stories using her hands.

Of course it was no happy ending look at them now. Stuck inside a derelict ship of who knows what when they walked. Marcus seems highly interested in Kijani's story as he followed around the ship and making comments as they fall to a destination. "Zoo animals!" She said at the 'Armoury'. Marcus' s first request was to help him open the door.

"Open quietly! No! Go bang bang!" She muttered despite of the loud banging inside. Black liquid from her sleeves poured out and splashed over the door, corroding and slowly ripping the metal apart again with a loud, metal ripping sound pulled apart. If something terrible were inside it probably knew someone was coming in.

The sound of metal being torn echoed through the ship. "Don't be absurd, if you were to get off you would die in the void of space. The real question is how do we fly this thing and where do we take it. Right now I'd rather address that curious tearing sound, see you later." Emma waved and ran off on towards the noise.

Marcus cringed briefly as the loud sound of crumpling metal and gears echoed throughout the ship. "Ssshhhh!" He said after the fact Warden had finished as if it would do any good. "Quick lets check and see what we can find before someone shows uptrying to find out what that noise was." Marcus said quietly entering the armory at a brisk pace.

As Marcus looked around he was generally unimpressed with what he saw, but really didn't expect anything more. There were a few racks on either walls to the left and right of standard issue military laser rifles with a hand full missing from what he assumed were the on duty guards that had fled. There was also a center rack with pistols, stun grenades and knives. Marcus's eyes came to rest on the knives as he walked. He reached his hand out to grab one, but was met with an electro-shock security field giving him quite the zing. *ZAP* Marcus retracted his hand cradling near his chest and bit his lip, letting out a muffled yell. "You damned..." Marcus kicked the case with a thud. "How are we supposed to unlock these?" He asked shaking out his now part numb part tingling hand.

Emma arrived at what she though might be origin of the noise. The sight confirmed her suspicion, the doors had been torn open by something or someone. She peeked around the edge of the door frame. A small group of people were trying to access the weapons. "I might be able to get some stuff out for you guys." She walked slowly and non threateningly into the room. "I can't feel any thing, including electricity. Since dying isn't a concern, it would be very easy. That is if the security system in here works on using pain to stop people from trying to get at the weapons." Emma approached a weapon rack, hopefully she was right.

Having left his partner behind, Jacque raced through the ship as fast as his legs could carry him, hoping to whatever deity was out there that the hull of the ship had not been damaged by whatever caused the alarms to go off. Jacque was just passing a corridor when the horrible sound of metal being shredded forced him to pause and cringe. Catching sight of his fellow 'ship mates' entering a room, Jacque tucked his cane under his arm and followed after them silently, entering the doorway just in time to watch a new comer (Emma) offer to retrieve weapons for them. His previous fears forgotten, Jacque decided he might as well observe the small group, "I swear-" he began as he untucked his cane and brought the bottom back to the ground with a *tap* "-it always goes back to weapons with you humans.". He seemed somewhat mirthful, and there was a slim smile on his face, however the words carried a tinge of disdain just beneath the surface.

Kijani had been ready to try her vines on the electrocuted weapons, but before she could speak up, some woman walked into the room. Another prisoner, then? She mentioned something interesting.. something about dying not being a concern. Maybe if the poor creature couldn't feel, she just wanted not to live? She really couldn't blame the girl... after all, there were some wonderful things worth feeling.

She spun at the voice of Jacque, her golden eyes narrowing. "Please, do tone down the human hate... I thought you were a civilized being." She bared her teeth in a wolfish smile. "Now, if you must know, it seems that our freedom may have been an engineered occurrence rather than a rare stroke of good luck. We do not know who has freed us, but if it were for purposes of a better life, they likely wouldn't have left us drifting in unknown space. I prefer preparation to surprise. If you aren't going to join us in defending ourselves, you can be..." Her lips quirked. "The clean-up crew."

Ralof walked to the hallways at a slow pace. He is confused. Where the hell are the guards?

Sapphire said
Emma arrived at what she though might be origin of the noise. The sight confirmed her suspicion, the doors had been torn open by something or someone. She peeked around the edge of the door frame. A small group of people were trying to access the weapons. "I might be able to get some stuff out for you guys." She walked slowly and non threateningly into the room. "I can't feel any thing, including electricity. Since dying isn't a concern, it would be very easy. That is if the security system in here works on using pain to stop people from trying to get at the weapons." Emma approached a weapon rack, hopefully she was right.

"It is not so much the pain as it is the field created by the electricity." Marcus said eyeing the new arrival. She seemed sane enough to him so he chose not to rase any kind of defense. "the pain is just one of the two part deterrent."

MonsieurShade said
Having left his partner behind, Jacque raced through the ship as fast as his legs could carry him, hoping to whatever deity was out there that the hull of the ship had not been damaged by whatever caused the alarms to go off. Jacque was just passing a corridor when the horrible sound of metal being shredded forced him to pause and cringe. Catching sight of his fellow 'ship mates' entering a room, Jacque tucked his cane under his arm and followed after them silently, entering the doorway just in time to watch a new comer (Emma) offer to retrieve weapons for them. His previous fears forgotten, Jacque decided he might as well observe the small group, "I swear-" he began as he untucked his cane and brought the bottom back to the ground with a *tap* "-it always goes back to weapons with you humans.". He seemed somewhat mirthful, and there was a slim smile on his face, however the words carried a tinge of disdain just beneath the surface.

Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani had been ready to try her vines on the electrocuted weapons, but before she could speak up, some woman walked into the room. Another prisoner, then? She mentioned something interesting.. something about dying not being a concern. Maybe if the poor creature couldn't feel, she just wanted not to live? She really couldn't blame the girl... after all, there were some wonderful things worth feeling.She spun at the voice of Jacque, her golden eyes narrowing. "Please, do tone down the human hate... I thought you were a civilized being." She bared her teeth in a wolfish smile. "Now, if you must know, it seems that our freedom may have been an engineered occurrence rather than a rare stroke of good luck. We do not know who has freed us, but if it were for purposes of a better life, they likely wouldn't have left us drifting in unknown space. I prefer preparation to surprise. If you aren't going to join us in defending ourselves, you can be..." Her lips quirked. "The clean-up crew."

Marcus too turned to see Jacque as he entered and mentioned his disapproval of them looking for and attempting to acquire weapons. That is when Kijani had announced that they were released by someone who could very well be on their way to do who knows what. "Yes, we my be having company that intends to buy and or sell us for what ever they want, and we cannot simply 'bite' people as some can." Marcus emphasized bite as he looked past Jacque. "where is Jason?"