Vulkan 707

The Room

*John frowns, and starts cleaning his quad barreled gun.*
John: Alright... I'll keep that in mind... Hopefully the Baduum don't follow me out her, and bring any trouble to you and your people.
*He shifts, and looks back at his ship.*
John: That... may burn for days... just a heads up.

The Room

John: Fighting them is all I mostly do...
*John grins, and walks along. turns to Lecter.*
John: Well I will be sure to return the favor... now tell me about this place?

The Room

*John nods, and smiles at Lecter.*
John: Thanks for the hospitality.
*He turns to Horus.*
John: The Baduum are a shadowy organization that runs.. *looks around.* my world... I'm part of the resistance, trying to stop them, and such. So what kind of race are you?

The Room

*John shakes his head, and starts walking slowly.*
John: I'm fine. Nothing to worry about, now where are we?
*His helm starts catloging data, yet is unable to figure out his location or the time.*
John: Feels like I fell into wonderland...
*John is human, with some minor cybernetics.*

The Room

*He groans, and stretches his back.*
Man: Name John... I was... escaping a Baduum base, got hit-
*Looks at Horus, and debates on drawing his quad barrel.*
Man: I may have hurt my head... cause I am seeing this guy with a birds head... Overall, I should be fine, just a little shaken up.

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*Jillian keeps zoning out in her memories.*

The Room

*The cockpit hatch opens, and a man wearing a rusty futuristic flak armor with a brown duster crawls out from the cock pit.*
Man: Fuck...
*He wears a black helm, and black flak armor that is rusted on all it's edges. His duster is also in similar condition, and has frayed edges. On his back sits a quad barrelled gun of some kind, and two well kept pistols. Worth noting that one of the pistols has purple lights on it, while the other is simply blue.*
*He looks over at Lecter, and frowns under his strange looking helm.*
Man: Er... hello?

The Room

*Jillian zones out, hears the explosion but ignores it for now. In her trance like state she remembers a battle, and lots of yelling before a final "boom."*

*The fire keeps burning, yet doesn't seem to catch the trees on fire.*
*Lecter can see that a good portion of the craft is intact, except for the duel engines on it's flanks which keep burning a purple flame.*

The Room

*Jillian frowns, and lets Lecter handle talking to Hanna. She rolls herself another cigarette, and lights up.*
*Silently drinks her water, and watches the sky through the kitchen window.*

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*Outside, a small craft black crashes in the treeline, and a explosion of purple flame erupts from the location.*

The Room

*Jillian frowns, not liking the idea of zombies.*
Jillian: What did they say?
*Turns to Lecter after finish treating Merg's wounds.*
Jillian: And what did Hanna do?

The Room

*Jillian was smoking her cigarettes outside, hears the commotion, and runs inside. She frowns at everyone.*
Jillian: The hell is going on?
*Notices Merg, sighs, and starts to treat her wound.*
Jillian: Fill me in.