Lucia nodded along and leaned in closer to the camera, a pleased grin on her face, "I'll admit, I didn't think she had a chance. Thank you so much, Cronic... You and your guys gave us back someone we wouldn't be whole without. Count on the Minerva's support, we'd love to return the favour some time!" She offered, as if the rest of the ship wouldn't mind delving into hell and back for the CSC.
Izumi turned her gaze up to the ceiling in thought for a moment, formulating some kind of probably-dangerous idea. "Admiral Maddox's ship was never destroyed... So he's somewhere in the system, with working hibernation units on board. It'd be nice if we could track him down and get one back.. Or if he's up for it, Maddox could come back to the fleet and face Uncle Kira like a responsible officer should... Bastard shouldn't call himself a man if he won't face the fleet."
Sighing, the injured pilot began flicking through Aethon's files.
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"Yomi! Deep breaths! You know I don't make a kill without spraying their blood everywhere," Kaoru tried to reassure Yomi, as if the descriptive gore was going to make him feel any better. "The old guy let me have this. It's kinda nice, don't ya' think?" she asked before giving her partner a twirl so he could see the whole kimono. ...Kaori seemed so much more calm. Maybe it was the blood loss, or the fact that she had to take it easy or risk reopening her recently closed wounds. Or, hell, she might just agree with the surgeon's idea to act more normally.
Hmm... I'm thinking of diving into this, too. I have a fun little Russian character!
Yeah, the only reason I'm not doing anything is because other people need to post - but as Chappy says - exams are a thing for all the College-goers recently.
I would love to continue. Slow pace doesn't mean it's dying ^_^
I would love to continue. Slow pace doesn't mean it's dying ^_^
"I'm game for shooting whoever, dude. Let's just pray we're putting down more evil sorts than genuine survivors..." Matt concluded his opinion on all this. After another twenty or so minutes travelling the abandoned landscape, there were noises floating on the wind. Whether these were people or 'zombies' as Kate truthfully referred to them, remained to be seen.
(You set the scene, bro~!)
(You set the scene, bro~!)
"I could care less about what happens to blondie. I'll only give you two choices... One, come with me and together we'll become the strongest Sith in the galaxy, Master and Apprentice. Or two, I'll drag your lumbering self off this stormy hellhole of a planet and throw you in the cargo hold." Karavus said indifferently, taking his curved lightsaber off his belt.
Rynari raised an eyebrow at Oram's attempt at keeping her safely out of all this, "He forgot option three... Listen, we can fight past him and take the shuttle. Together he won't be able to take us," she tried to persuade her hopefully-fellow Jedi. The rising pressure from the Sith's direction foretold an unwinnable battle. But an escape? All they needed was time, not a victory.
Rynari raised an eyebrow at Oram's attempt at keeping her safely out of all this, "He forgot option three... Listen, we can fight past him and take the shuttle. Together he won't be able to take us," she tried to persuade her hopefully-fellow Jedi. The rising pressure from the Sith's direction foretold an unwinnable battle. But an escape? All they needed was time, not a victory.
A week after rescuing the Shogun's wife, things had settled down again. No more threats, no more Imperial advances... There was finally a little peace in this turbulent time.
"Huh-!" Kaori's eyes shot open. There was only a bright light for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. She was laying on a blanket in the surgeon's garden, the last thing she remembered was having some kind of pain-killing liquid tossed down her throat, and then blackness. Looking around, she noticed she wasn't in her usual outfit, it was a beautiful pink kimono with white flowers and vines patterning it. Her own clothes were drying out on a bench, stitched up with the blood washed out.
"You had quite a few bad injuries, Miss..." An old fellow greeted her from his home's back door, "And judging from all your scars, you really haven't been taking care of yourself. Now what's that all about?"
Kaori frowned and pulled herself up into a sitting position, "You wouldn't get it..."
"Hm? You look like you've been slashed, shot, beaten and bruised. I don't understand why a pretty girl like you would get into deadly scraps the way you do." The surgeon chuckled.
"...It's not like I fight for thrills. I was just watching everyone's backs. I can't keep them alive if I pay more attention to myself," Kaori muttered as she scratched her neck. Pulling herself then to her feet, she approached the surgeon who had saved her life. He looked sort of sad at her words. "Hey, I never said anything about dying, old timer. I'll be sure to keep you busy with some more deep cuts, bullet holes and blackened bruises."
The surgeon shook his head and laughed heartily to himself before turning to go inside. "Then this one was on the house. You can go now... Can keep the kimono too, for when you're not putting yourself in harms way. You should smile, bun your hair up and put your sword to rest sometimes."
Kaori sighed with a half-smile and gathered her belongings, heading in and out of the surgeon's place without a word. As she stepped outside she looked around, wondering where Yomi had gone. He'd probably turn up sooner or later, ...or maybe he was already here, just unseen yet.
"Huh-!" Kaori's eyes shot open. There was only a bright light for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. She was laying on a blanket in the surgeon's garden, the last thing she remembered was having some kind of pain-killing liquid tossed down her throat, and then blackness. Looking around, she noticed she wasn't in her usual outfit, it was a beautiful pink kimono with white flowers and vines patterning it. Her own clothes were drying out on a bench, stitched up with the blood washed out.
"You had quite a few bad injuries, Miss..." An old fellow greeted her from his home's back door, "And judging from all your scars, you really haven't been taking care of yourself. Now what's that all about?"
Kaori frowned and pulled herself up into a sitting position, "You wouldn't get it..."
"Hm? You look like you've been slashed, shot, beaten and bruised. I don't understand why a pretty girl like you would get into deadly scraps the way you do." The surgeon chuckled.
"...It's not like I fight for thrills. I was just watching everyone's backs. I can't keep them alive if I pay more attention to myself," Kaori muttered as she scratched her neck. Pulling herself then to her feet, she approached the surgeon who had saved her life. He looked sort of sad at her words. "Hey, I never said anything about dying, old timer. I'll be sure to keep you busy with some more deep cuts, bullet holes and blackened bruises."
The surgeon shook his head and laughed heartily to himself before turning to go inside. "Then this one was on the house. You can go now... Can keep the kimono too, for when you're not putting yourself in harms way. You should smile, bun your hair up and put your sword to rest sometimes."
Kaori sighed with a half-smile and gathered her belongings, heading in and out of the surgeon's place without a word. As she stepped outside she looked around, wondering where Yomi had gone. He'd probably turn up sooner or later, ...or maybe he was already here, just unseen yet.
"...Psychic powers and mobile suits. Huh," Izumi smirked, "Now all we need is something to defend against whatever unleashed the wave of mindfuck. That reminds me... How's that other pilot, the one who piloted a modified Dagger? I heard his voice out there too, gasping for breath just the same as I was."
Kenny put on a blank expression and shrugged. Having an Extended on the ship felt strange... The guy needed to hibernate occasionally, and not in the high-powered system he would be used to. Junk Guild and CSC engineers were good, but none of them knew how exactly to build a strong, operational chamber for Calthorn. Yet another damnable problem Maddox had caused...
Kenny put on a blank expression and shrugged. Having an Extended on the ship felt strange... The guy needed to hibernate occasionally, and not in the high-powered system he would be used to. Junk Guild and CSC engineers were good, but none of them knew how exactly to build a strong, operational chamber for Calthorn. Yet another damnable problem Maddox had caused...
Demon~? :3
"Eh, I'm just saying... What if we need some survivors? The chain of command went to hell a long time ago - now we just receive orders from some hidden bunker somewhere in the north of the country. It ain't very reassuring, even if the rewards are pretty neat. It'd be nice to save some more people, even if just a few..." Matt chattered along quietly as the two ventured away from safety and into the decayed world.
"...But anyway, how far away are these people?"
"...But anyway, how far away are these people?"
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