Boss Battle [SPACEWALKERS&DEUSLEN]

Game's head fell forward, touching his chest while his hands went limp. To any one viewer he would look dead. And to be truthful, that is how he felt. Like one, big, dead, bore. He had barely moved through most of the trip, and when he did, it was slowly, and labriously. He felt his arms fall asleep hours ago, and they hadn't woken up yet. It was just a horrid stinging pain. He looked through the darkness, trying to see what Adailia saw, but there was nothing. Not a thing. Just the endless bleakness of space. Though, he didn't truly know it, it was the seventh morning in space. It was early, that much was certain, as he felt as if he should still be in bed right now. But sleep had never come to him. Note to self, auto-pilot is a must. Either that or learn how to drive and sleep at the same time. He looked around, not knowing what to do to break the obnoxious silence. He felt like whistling would be appropriate, but he didn't really know how to whistle.

He looked back at those that were still sleeping. Or feinting sleep so that they could eventually stab him in the neck and kill him, instantly. He wouldn't put it past Xeda and Raevyn. He scratched at his face, wandering how bad he looked. He glared at the cockpit window. Willing it to shine an image of himself back at him, and not that blank and depressing, dark void. Ugh! This was worse than his family road trips, where his father made him sing show tunes. But right now, he could actually go for a little 'Camptown Racers'. Or anything really to do. Heck, he'd watch alien soap operas if he thought it might help him in anyway. But, he didn't want to be bored to an early and rather unpleasant death. But he also didn't like being a vegetable, sitting in one place for days and days. He shook his head, urging himself to stay awake. But the mind-numbing boredom! God, help me now, and just kill me, just kill me! he ordered to no one.

It seemed God had answered his call. Seemingly sprouting from the depths of hell. Another spaceship. It loomed over a thousand times over their own. And seemed to bare down like a hawk on a tiny field mouse. Game's eyes nearly leaped out of their sockets. His mind told him to flee. And flee faster than light itself, but when he ordered the ship, it didn't move. Thrusters are jammed... he mentally told himself. Of all the times, it had to be now. When they were about to be a fly on a windshield. Tilting his arms towards the grond, the spaceship propelled itself down, missing the vast lip of the spaceship and ducking under it's hull. Was that the ship? "Cezar!" he shouted, his voice, most likely waking his passengers, if they alarming dip hadn't already. His voice was travelling from the spaceship and into Cezar's by just using his power. An actually useful power for Game, but, he couldn't think of this now, he needed Adailia. Wow, did those words sound weird to him. Holding back a shudder, Game continued in his startled voice. "Is that the ship?"

It was strange that Game had not just addressed Adailia, but to be truthful, he still was sore with her. And was asking a third party to communicate to her. The less he said to her, the more safe his groin would be. He manuevered the spaceship, mentally, like a master. The bottom of this new craft seemed to be similar to a dorsal fin on a shark, but strange that it was on the bottom. There was no wind resistance in space. As he drove underneath this enourmous craft he realized that it was not the one that had taken Len. That was for certain. He had memorized the technological footprint that the previous craft had, and this was definitely not it. But... Something told him that Len was nearby. Would Adailia feel the same thing, that would eb the moment of truth. Elaborate spires jutted out from beneath the craft that Game tried hard to avoid, but when he dodged one, two more seemed to materialize right in front of him. The jerky movements, would most likely jar the others awake.

He was thankful for the anti-gravity switch. If the cabin of the spaceship had still been blanketed in zero gravity. People would be flying everywhere. Game slowly, began to let his nerves cool, he needed to relax and he knew it. The craft was shaking, just like he was. It was strange to think that both the spaceship and Game were linked, not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Game tried the thrusters again, and was rewarded by a loud 'clunk' that reverberated through his head. He chuckled happily, now, they could begin. Pulling back on the controls, the blue light that flared from the spaceship, increased. The spaceship flew forward, gliding easily, and swiftly beneath the grand space carrier above them. He could almost feel space gliding by him, as he tilted upward. The spaceship cleared the rear thrusters of the mammoth craft, the heat in the cabin only momentarily flaring up, thanks to the other spaceships jets. Game's spaceship corkscrewed until it now was gliding across the top of the spaceship.

"That was great!" said Game, getting high off of the fantastical G-forces he had just experienced. Using his Technopathic powers, he could switch to a rear view of the spaceship, wondering if Cezar's little robot pal had been able to mimic his every move. He scanned the top of the spaceship, wondering how muh security the thing had. Ha, why wonder if he could see for himself in an instant. He wandered the halls of the spacecraft, leaping from one technological appliance to the next, and perceiving what was there and what wasn't. His normally dark brown eyes had been glazed with a deep green and black. The spaceship began to slow, Game's control over it waning as he attempted to take control of something else. It wasn't like controlling two different spaceships was impossible. Just dangerous. To him and to whoever was inside of that mass of metal.

Adailia felt her eyelids droop. Lord... How long had she been awake? She wished she had some coffee or something... Any type of caffeine would do. Suddenly the ship ahead of her began evasive actons. She stared at the crazy moves, lightly curious. What was Game doing? Trying to attract a star as a girlfriend? Hm. Yeah, seemed like it. The dude was officially nuts.

Suddenly their own ship jerked, and she reared back, feeling one of the many buttons from the control panel nearly jab her in the forehead. "What the heck Game?!" she yelled. Just then, she heard his voice. It made her mad to hear him addressing Cezar instead of her. "Yes, it's a ship," she said sarcastically. She searched for Len's aura, feeling exhausted. All this aura searching was straining her eyes... "I don't... See her. I think-Wait!" She almost shrieked with excitement. "I think I see her aura!"

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Yin and Yang had just been sharing the floor together, Yang's eyes rimmed with exhaustion. The floor was hard... Suddenly the ship bounced and jolted, and his eyes flew wide open. He sat up. Game's yell made his ears ring. "What's going on?" he asked tersely.

Raevyn was now slipping repeatedly into dreamland, a misty blue void of churning water, displaying whatever her sick imagination managed to create. It was disturbing how easy it was to imagine herself dying. Suffocating, drowning, being decapitated, having her heart cut out, all of the above. The list went on, and on, and on. She couldn’t seem to dream up anything else. Not that she had slept for very long really. In fact, she had stayed awake for almost the entire time, paranoia making her jumpy but wide awake. How could she sleep when these people were always there, always having the opportunity to slit her neck while she slept? It was unlikely, as it was them who asked her to come, but a few too many years in isolation corrupted her.

Eventually though, like everyone but Game and perhaps Adailia, she had fallen into that void. Seven days on a cramped spaceship, with a view of nothing but utter blackness and the occasional star, made her feel lethargic and without a single piece of motivation. She drowsed off once more, her mind flooding with the images of blood and gore. What had caused such violence to take place? Her parents were staring at her now, shining in starlight and waving with a bitter-sweet expression. The water beneath the bridge they were standing on rippled as her foot splashed through it, reaching out for them. She called out, hoping they could hear her, but they kept walking, backs turned and as if she was caught behind a wall, cut off rudely from an embrace. Then, just like that, she was falling. Fast. She was spiraling, back into the churning water, arms flailing and- oh wait.
She really was falling.

Raevyn gave a surprised grunt as she tipped off the metal bed she had claimed at the beginning of the trip, following the route of the ship. She tumbled, catching herself with her open palms; face a mere inch from the hard, probably very painful floor. Her hands stung as she looked up at Game, with a ‘what-the-hell?’ kind of look, blonde hair matted and draped over one shoulder from another restless night. She glared up at him, hauling herself to her feet as the sting subsided, fading to nothing in seconds. Falling from a bunk bed in inter-space was not fun. The ship soon returned to normal and she was about to make biting comment to Game, in chorus to Adailia’s, but she stopped and stared out the front window, blinking. A looming, hulking, and generally huge ship floating over top of them, casting a shadow on a place she thought shadowless. Wow. Her heartbeat pounded, and she attempted to think of anything but aliens. In fact, she would rather think about torture devices then such a touchy subject. Aliens. Weren’t they the aliens here? Humans were a dying race. How long could children keep this up? How long would the natives put up with them? Raevyn shuddered and nodded towards the ship, addressing no one in particular.

“Well, this should be fun.”

She reached into the hidden strap/belt/thing she had fashioned around her waist, and pulled out a silver dart, checking for accuracy and any damage. She turned, strolling to the bunk bed and retrieving the rest of her weapons, adding them to the collection. Oh yes, so fun.

Perhaps taking out some stress would be healthy medicine.

Ashton tossed on the floor, back and forth, back and forth. The lumping hurt her sides, her butt, her head, her everything. Her dreams had been almost worse. Her dream, well, her nightmare, was so repetitive. She had it every time she shut her eyes. It was painful, it added more pain to her sides. The dream was about Aliens. Aliens attacking, blowing things up, you know, get the picture? She worried what would happen when they found the spaceship, Ashton could handle herself, but would others be able to… Of course they could, thats why they were chosen to come on this journey on the first place.. Well, the girl knew what she would do if she was about to be attacked. Lighting was her best, and her strongest move. It could shoot out of her hands, electrocuting, blowing stuff up, and all that fun stuff. She would be fine, but would Game? She gazed up at the front, he looked like a zombie. It was sort of creeping her tired, red, swollen eyes out. She hadn't been sleeping like a fourteen year old girl should. She rolled over, but just as she got comfortable, Game had shouted something? Was it a name?

"Cezar!"

Yes, it was. She stood up, was something the matter? Where they here? Should she go and get ready? "Are we here?" she asked Game, although, she wondered if she would even get a respond, he looked so tired. Instead of waiting for a respond, she knew her answer. We were here.

Fail....

OOC: *ejected Iphzur out on month one*

Xeda, who had more sleep than there were minutes in the universe, sat up on the wall of the ship, reading her book. She'd been awake for... eh, she didn't know. She simply counted the days by how many times she woke up and how many times she went to sleep. So, they would have been out here... a week and a half? Somewhere around there. She growled as the ship began to jerk around and then everyone started talking and yelling, distracting her. She put down her book. Seeing a close up of what she thought was the ship zoom by in intervals before they finally stopped. "Look and listen," she snapped, her words directed towards Yin and Ashton, asking questions already answered. Good god.

She wasn't too enthused about having to get out of the ship and start saving Len. Especially since she wasn't even apart of it in the first place. Often she asked herself why she was even there when she had no part in Len's decision to act like she was braindead and get kidnapped or some stupid crap. Ugh, she ought to strangle that girl when she sees her... but then that would defeat the point of even coming here.

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Cezar jolted awake when he heard his name shouted out from some unknown center. It was Game, asking him if this was the ship. He stared at the huge blue thing that seemed to sit still in space, next to some debri being visably collected. It made him think of Japan, the amount of lights on it, some off, some on. The sight woke him up a bit, but not much, and he already felt his eyes starting to close again, darkening the picture. Suddenly the ship began to jerk, causing Cezar to hit his head on the side.

"Ow," he said rather calmly, rubbing his head. "Well, now I'm awake," he murmured to himself before the ship tossed him to the other side. What the heck was it doing? He looked out of the window and saw Game in front of him, doing crazy maneuvers around the thing. He regretted now that he'd told Jason to follow Game's every move, except of course, when he decided to be hurtled into a sun or something like that.

After much spinning and such the Jason-ship stopped three yards behind Game above the big blue ship. "So... what do we do now?" Cezar asked, looking back at Adailia.

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Deus had left Len to toil with her... "ohmu". He shot that thing into the sun months ago, now she had some... robotic thing that he was going to let her believe was real. He sat in his study, looking over his notes and books a models and such of all things scientific. The large desk was cluttered with files of personel, finished prjects, new projects, abandonned projects, maps, graphs, plots, blue-prints. Everything. As sole owner (possibly ruler) of a planet, he had a lot of things to put into order. He was supposed to get someone to do it, but.... he had a lot of things on his hand and it slipped his mind. It didn't matter much. This was the last room of many to be organized correctly, and it would be done, eventually. Just not today.

A screech sounded inside of the room, one he quickly made a note to fix. It was the intercom-like contraption that had been in this part of the ship for years and was in need of an update. As it came on, he heard the voice of one of his reptillian workers on the other side.

"We have reports of an unidentified craft flying extremely close to us, sir. What do you want us to do?" He put his papers down, thinking about it. It could be another one of those Galaxiors in his business.

"Nothing," he decided after a minute or two, "monitor it and make sure they don't break anything. If they do something suspicious then take minor action." The intercom clicked off and Deus continued with his work, irked by this new information.

Opening, opening, ope- Got it! yelped Game in his mind, a perky smile peeling it's way across his face. It's about time he had some action in this stupid spaceship. He ignored the other humans, locking onto Adailia's voice. This was the spaceship! Haha, one more step closer to saving Len. The thought slowed his adrenaline. Why was he even trying to save Len? He didn't seem like a big deal, he could have let Cheryl fly the spaceship and kill herself, but he didn't... Why not? What did he suddenly grow feelings of compassion out nowhere? It sure wasn't love. Any feelings of 'love' had been dreged from him long ago. So, why didn't he just turn this ship around and go home? Was it the sense of accomplishment, knowing that he had done something amazing. He frowned suddenly, what was he thinking about? Willing the spaceship a bit lower, he skimmed just above the spaceships top. Removing his hand from one of the gloves he jammed a finger onto a glowing red button with a skull and cross bones on it.

Almost instantly a red light flooded the room, replacing the depressing blue. The beds flew upward, dropping anyone and anything that was still on it, onto the floor. Replacing the beds, a table rose up from the center of the room. On it, lay what looked like extremely advanced guns. They had the same basic shape and size of guns, but seemed to glow a distinct red near the trigger, or were made completely of steel. They lined the table in over five rows, each of them ready to be fired. "Weapons guys," as if they could be anything else, "For those of you with less violent powers." Of course he had planned ahead in the event they were just fighting three measly aliens again. This ship was huge, and must be filled with people that kept it running and guarding it. Guns were the only way to make sure they would win this fight. Making them of his own design, thought most were stolen from the alien's secret tech stuff. The same place he had gotten the ship design. He remembered something labeled over the articles he had seen. 'Experimental'. Better not mention that...

"Don't worry, they're auto-targeting." said Game, knowing that someone would ask about it. "All you do is pull the trigger, and lasers for all." And then he heard Cezar's question, he hit his hand against his forehead. Cezar, Cezar. That meek little boy. Couldn't think for himself at all. "Well, Cezar, just follow me. I got th-." he began to say, just as something rocked the spaceship. Lighting the screen was a red and black explosion. The spaceship rocked suddenly, making some of the guns fall off of the table. He stuck his right hand back into the glove, righting the ship again. Before he could even ask the question, what had caused the explosion, it was answered. Laser turrets. Great... He hadn't programmed his ship with any defense mechanism, his defense was his own mind. Maybe, he could turn them all off somehow. His mind instantly switched into defense mode, scanning each and every laser turret that sprung from the top of the ship with ease. Red lasers flew towards him. Most of them hitting. The lasers pelted the ships hull with a fury, while Game closed his eyes shut, knowing that he didn't have much time before the ship would be destroyed.

He jerked the spaceship higher into the air. It wasn't working, his brain couldn't lock onto the center of this defense mechanism. The spaceship flew upward at a 90 degree angle. Sending the weapons that hadn't been collected into the air. The bullets didn't give up, locking onto the thrusters and shooting more and more. The ship rocked as metal was ripped from it's body and the thrusters caught fire. Damn it. he cursed. His mind was elsewhere now. Wandering through the circuitry of the laser turrets and hunting for the central mind that controlled them all. His route sent him to a generator, locked in a dark room. He flinched slightly, ordering the generator to turn off. And it did. Almost immediatly the hail of red fire ended. Game's ship leveled out, flying over the spaceship, now at a safer distance. The hatch. It was near the side of the spaceship. The smile returning to his face, he commanded it to open. He knew this was dangerous. Opening a docking bay in the middle of space could result in some debris being sucked out. But he didn't have much of a choice. This was their only way in.

"Listen up men.... er, women. We're about to go straight into Hell to save our... friend. Whether we come out alive or not is... Difficult to identify, but just know this..." Game said, trying his best imitation of what some people called an inspirational president. The spaceship dove to the side of the other space carrier. Game could clearly see an opening now. Metal and people were flying out at an accelerated velocity. They died the instant they entered the unforgiving vortex of space. He felt no sadness for them, they probably deserved it. Breezing past the floating debris he headed towards the black tunnel that led inside of the spaceship. "It's about to get funky..." he finished just as the lights cut off and the spaceship rocketed into the tunnel. Perhaps into oblivion.

OOC: Thanks to Mem for the FUNKEH speech.

Adailia groaned, listening to the speech. "Thanks for the encouragement," she muttered, scowling. She didn't have any weapons... Oh well. She had better weapons. Ones that could be controlled with her mind and lethal. Oh, this would be fun. Not to mention the fact that Cheryl would stop being a temperamental freak that got herself drunk near constantly, this would go well. She hoped.

She nodded to Cezar, the ship angling itself to go into the tunnel after their friends. "I think she's in the second level. It looks like there are some strong aliens in there, the auras are a bit sketchy." she informed, her voice tight. She may be lazy, but she did take this job seriously. "There's a lot of machinery, too." She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain of turning infrared on. Well, she called it that. It was majorly cool, but took a huge strain on her power and stamina.

Upon opening her eyes, she smiled at the clarity. Not the fuzzy auras she'd wanted to blot from her memory forever. That vast expanse of Space? Yeah. It did major damage to your eyes after staring at it 24/7. Even with her eyes closed, though, she could sense the auras next to her.

Now, eyes bright with her new, enhanced vision, she scanned around, blocking out everything without a signature. Light yellow blobs signaled the remaining aliens, and, hopefully, Len. They were tinged with their specific aura signature. She searched for the pale, languid blue of Len's.

She almost froze. "It's her shape," she mumbled, fingers reaching out to trace it in the air. "But the signature's not right.... Game! Watch out in there!" she called, standing up and crouching down to not bang her head on the roof.

Instead of the pretty blue color, the aura she was examining was a malevolent purple. Beautiful swirls leaped and danced off the figure, configuring around a long, sharp object. "How in the name of God did she get a scythe?"

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Yang stood up, eyes wary as he took one of the dangerous-looking guns. It was heavy in his hands. Not that he was complaining. His arms, thin and long and cord-strong (RHYME), kept the weight balanced easily. Yin, however, was having some trouble with her's. She'd picked out a grotesquely huge weapon that was enough to make even him shudder. Trying to squelch down her totally helpless feminine appearance, he guessed.

He stared at her struggling for a moment before sighing. "You'll never be able to run around with that..." he chided softly, taking the gun from her hands. She pouted, lower lip jutting out and cheeks flaming red with embarrassed anger. "Try this one..." He guided her hand to a smaller, more light-weight weapon.

Yin flashed him a barely-noticeable glance, filled with gratitude, before picking the weapon up. Much better, lighter. They nodded and looked up at Game. "Ready when you are," they said simultaneously.

Ashton, nodded, understanding every word of Games. She wouldn't need a weapon now would she? Not like she would every be able to carry anything, she had no strength at all. Her power should be good enough. She could: use her eletricity, or wind, or water. It should be easy, especially with all the practice at home, she was would be able to last the whole battle without fainting or whatever she used to do. She sat down on whatever popped up, buckled herself in, and waited slowly for the moment that would probably be the most scariest moment in her life. Her eyes seemed to have a fire-y glow to them, she was excited, nervous, scared, frightened, and joyful all at the same time. A very confusing moment. Ashton giggled like most would at Games speech. It was corny, and weirdly hilarious. Funky? She tired not to laugh too hard....

"Let's do this." she murmured to herself, debating wether or not to grab a small hand gun. Would she be able to control herself out there? She gulped back her fear and hoped so ...

FAIL

OOC: BRS?

OOC: No, it's not real... I'll let you believe it's real, though!

Xeda dropped her book as the ship began to lurch around from the oncoming attacks from lasers. Any one of them could have broken a wall and sucked them all into space had not this thing been strong enough, to her surprise. She tried to steady herself, careful not to shoot off any of the falling weapons on accident. It was twenty long seconds before the lasers shut off for a reason she didn't know. Game? Or something else. She didn't actually know the full extent of his powers. She tucked her book somewhere safe, hopeful the ship will make it out of this struggle intact. She got to her feet as best she could in the damaged craft and grabbed one of the guns with caution. She was unused to using a gun, all of her skills leaning towards hand-to-hand combat. She'd maybe used one once in a prep-course just in case she'd ever need to.

The ship plunged into the darkness of the breached ship, making her nerves rise up. This wasn't the time for that, she had to focus. She'd never dealt with a fully armed and trained alien before. She looked at Brianna when she spoke, her eyes widening when she saw her arm change into a gun and her eye glow. She thought of herself being silly. of course she had a power, even thought she never thought the skanky girl would have one, and a cool one at that. But... her eye. That was just... "Brianna? I think there's something wrong with your eye." Well, might as well get an explanation now.

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Cezar began to wonder just exactly what he'd do when they got into the ship. As they were being shot at he realized that he had no immediate power. His wasn't made for on-the-spot action, it just wasn't. It could be made quickly, but it would function like a fry powered microwave if he didn't put enough thought into it, and thoughts had to be extensive if it was going to be right. He was surprised he made Jason right, or, thought he did. The view of the hole in the enemy craft enlarged as they plunged into it, immediately entering a fully lit hallway. Even with the broken ceiling they worked fine until the break, suggesting that they weren't even made out with a bulb or something. As they went through, there was a surprisingly low amount of debris, the doors and walls staying intact. The only flying material being lizard-people and some papers.

They'd all be undoubtedly shot at at this point. How could he fight back? He didn't have a proper combat power and neither did Adailia. If he remembered anything about Jason, it was especially that the rabbit had no combat or defensive attachments to him, the most he could do was maneuver. The pod wasn't a battle pod, it was mor elike a go-out-and-enjoy-your-time type one.

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Deus looked up when he heard three, quick and sharp beeps sound off. The wall began to change, showing panels instead of smoothness, each one of them coming on simultaneously and showing a map of the entire ship. Near the top right corner a red circle flashed and then zoomed in, showing the damage done, estimated repair time, and columns of other information. He sighed. This ship didn't have an automatic repair like the other one because this one wasn't battle ship, it was strictly business, most of the rooms holding files, in-progress machines, experiments, contracts, ect. It only had weapons for mediocre defense, the best thing it had was a blaster cannon, which was positively pathetic. It couldn't hold up against an attack, an attack he wasn't aware of who was doing.

The intercom clicked on again with the same annoying screech and the same person came on the other end. "Sir, it seems that the unidentified vehicles have breached into the ship and is now heading through Area 231 towards the Upper Hull at a speed of fifty-one servims. How should we proceed?"

"Create a reinforced barricade and let it take care of itself."

"And if it should not work?" Should it not work? The odds weren't high given the speed they were going, which wasn't that fast compared to most or all basic crafts, but still fast enough to cause strategic damage if he had guessed correctly on the quality of the vehicle. Any standard pod of that size, which was rare, would come into the wall, not completely destroyed, but hindered due to slightly impacted nozzles on thrusters which would make them liable to explode. He wouldn't know until the scans were done. "If it doesn't work then collapse the whole hundred floors," Deus decided. There'd be nowhere for them to go without being flattened into oblivion.

"Very well, sir." The intercom shut off and a moment later the screen indicated the end of 231, flashing with green as five layers of twenty-five inch, thick walls sprang up, blocking the exit ways in seconds, standing with menacing brawn. The only unblocked exit being the elevator-like transport for large machines that curled away from the main route in a separate hallway that went down one to two floors.

"Scythe? Scythe!?" questioned Game accidentally out loud. What was Adailia yapping about, seriously. Had the vacuum of space finally made her quack? Game shook his head, concentrating on what was happening right in front of him and not the humans behind him who were making more noise than little children. Squealing, giggling, and talking. Why? Behind him there was a clunk that sounded through Game's mind, though it was inaudible to anyone else but him. It meant that the door behind them had finally closed. It could be time to land now. This was a docking bay after all. Slowing down his ship, Game rested back in his seat, preparing for what he assumed would be a wild fight. He couldn't help but tap his leg against the floor. Sweat beginning to drip down from his brown mop of long hair. "Get ready guys..." He murmured to himself. "It's time to land, which means that we'll-." Oh right, he had already given his 'inspirational speech'. "Just don't die. Keep that in your head." He said with a smirk.

The spaceship ducked down low, jutting from the bottom of the craft was what looked like a fin, it scraped the iron floor of the craft leaving a deep gash. Game slowed the controls, wishing he had thought up some type of landing gear. Sparks flew around the floor, before it finally came to a halt. A falling wall beside it. He smiled happily, just lucky enough to have missed being crushed by it. He hoped Cezar would have the same luck he did. He stared at the wall, wondering what was behind it, but not caring at that much. He had already found his entrance deeper into the wild cavern of this spaceship. The elevator. Game leaped from the seat, feeling woozy as he legs finally touched ground again. He sighed at the lightheaded feeling, trying to steady himself by leaning against the wall of the spaceship. He reached over to the table, drawing a pair out what looked like a sawed off shotgun with an elongated nose that glowed a dark red. He knew that walking out into the outside world was dangerous, but it was obvious there was still air. There would be some sort of mechanism that filled every room in this spacecraft with breathable air, and so it must have refilled this docking bay by now.

"Yin, Xeda, you guys stay by the ship." he ordered, knowing that they were all but useless in battle. He would have left Adailia with them, but she was the only one that knew where to find Len. And then he was distracted by Black Rock Shooter. As she seemingly magically changed her arm into a gun. "No, just stick to me Brianna." he said, happy that he had finally gotten the name right. He slammed his own pistol against his head, in a mock facepalm. He'd have to explain this later. But he doubted there was time right now. Who ever was controlling this spaceship would be sending soldiers to this place almost immediately, and the mobile squad would have to make a sort of distraction to keep the spaceship team alive. Game touched the wall of the spaceship and with a hiss and a burst of steam, the door opened for the first time in weeks. Leaping out, and instantly comforted by the feeling of artificial gravity. He felt his legs turn to jelly as he landed. He had almost forgotten how to walk. He looked around at the all white room, the bright lights flooding in like the gates of heavy had opened.

But this place was hell, he didn't have to see it to know it. He was slightly reminded of his first steps onto the spaceship at Earth. The feeling of utterly loneliness. The plastic smiles and the smell of medicine radiating around him. The memory caused him to shudder horribly. He tightened his grip on the gun in hand. The feeling of it gave him strength and anger to fight with. He grimaced and looked towards the maintenance elevator with a sigh. Signalling, for everyone he hadn't told to stay at the ship to follow, he began to walk towards the elevator. He breathed in the disgusting air that tasted of something unfamiliar and vile. The stench of the aliens that he had killed. He had killed. He brushed the thought away. They deserved it. Anyone else would have done the same thing in his position. It wasn't like he could have warned them. This was a battlefield. Some were sure to die. Isn't that why he had the weapons in his hands right now, so that he could fight against those that had wronged him? He turned his dull black eyes in circles.

His mind looking through every security camera, every electronic, every mechanical system he could to identify what was coming. He groaned, there was so many electrical devices it was hard to keep track of which was which. He wondered, what he should do? Turn off the engines? No, that would be useless, and then an idea came to him. Blinking he turned off all security surveillance to the docking bay he was at. Wondering exactly, who was watching him. He couldn't seem to find the cockpit through all this circuitry, and looking for one image it would take too long. He would just have to lead by instinct, and Adailia's powers of course.

Yin instantly pouted, but didn't dare argue with Game's orders. Instead she looked worriedly at her brother. "Niisan," she murmured, wrapping her long, skinny arms around his waist. "Don't do anything reckless, okay? I'm going to be mad at you again if you die." She looked up at him with sad blue eyes before going back to stand beside the ship, her legs rubbery from disuse.

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"Me? Reckless? You're kidding," Yang muttered affectionately, patting her head. Then she moved away and he felt utterly alone. His breath came in a quick gasp, and he nearly choked on the stench. "Ugh... worse than Sigma," he muttered, shaking his head and jogging after Game, his entire focus on keeping his legs moving.

-

Adailia gave another groan. "Yes, nimrod. A scythe." she growled, frustrated. Then her attention turned to the ship, which had landed. "Jeez, left us enough room didn't he?" she grunted to Cezar, scowling.
(*Pretends ship landed*)
She pretty much leaped out of the ship. And, near instantly, her legs tried to collapse. "Ah," she gasped, her hands going down to support her legs by bracing her knees. "I hate space travel," she muttered, standing straight up again. Even though the others were ahead of her, she still could see them. Aura-Seeker. Hel-loooooooooooooo?

After a moment, she realized they would probably think her crazy for not having a weapon. A physically seen weapon like theirs. Oh well. She sighed and focused her eyes ahead, looking for hostile auras and near instantly seeing one. "Left, 26 degrees north," she murmured, her lips twisting up in a grin. She pushed with her mind, aura collecting around her fist in a star-shape. Like one of those shuriken things from ninja movies. Only this was larger, and had a red-orange hue to it. And, to her great disappointment, the others could see it. Where was all that training she'd invested in this? Dang.

As soon as the malicious aura rounded the bend, she hurled the weapon, nearly wrenching her arm out of it's socket in the process. Luckily Game's group wasn't tightly knit; the shuriken passed through them harmlessly.

Unfortunately for the alien, the same rules didn't apply. He didn't even see what was coming until the razor-sharp blades cut into him, making a surprisingly clean cut. His strange-colored blood dripped to the floor as the upper half of his body slid off his torso, making a sharp 'thud' as it hit the floor.

Like a boomerang, the weapon came back. Adailia caught it with ease, fingers weaving into the small circle at the very center of the contraption. Weapons like this she had used before, in the junkyard. So this didn't bother her too badly. Upon her whim, the aura dissipated into a thin orange mist that swirled around her body for a moment. Creating star-like sparkles before they vanished. "Cool," she murmured, proud of her own invention with the power that only she had.


((EPIC FAIL *Extreme spazz*))

Raevyn had only a split second to grab a medium-sized plasma gun, twirl it on her thumb and forefinger, and pull it back to charge it, when the ship took another violent dip. Sparks exploded behind her as the ship zoomed by, guided by Game’s- hopefully- capable mind. She cursed, being tossed against a wall, and struggled to stay upright. Soon, but not soon enough in her books, the spaceship glided to a halt. Glided. What a bloody wrong word for the flight path. For a moment, she convinced that they would be crushed. Torn in two. Ripped in half. Dead. But, no, they were in one piece. Mostly. The girl glanced around at her crewmates, who looked either terrified, excited, or generally pissed off. Almost all of them had a weapon in their clutch, each formidable in their own way. What would they be without their powers, though? Kids. Kids without adults. Kids that had no defense. Weren’t they still just that? Boys and girls- not women and men- that haven’t even had a chance to live. How many would never get the chance? How many would perish by laser, by knife, by gun? How empty would the spaceship really be when they returned? Raevyn blinked, wondering why she even cared.

The door, leading to the perilous and terrifying outside world, slid open, and she stepped out, gun in hand, darts in her pockets, and hair pulled back tightly in a high ponytail. If it wasn’t for the weapon, she could look pretty average. A teenage girl heading off to the mall. Ha. Right. She silently scanned the crowd, starting as Brianna sprouted a mechanical gun. Yeah. Wow. Her life made a ton of sense. The moment the gravity kicked in, she faltered, nearly stumbling. She caught herself on the railing, head spinning with the new air. She quickly became aware of the very short amount of time they had. Probably three minutes at the most to make it to the elevators. Guards would be rushing the hallways already, probably alerted by the blaring of sirens. Rae, at that very moment, felt hesitant. There would be so much blood. And…it would be so hard to save everyone. To hell with it. Why was she thinking so stupidly soft minded?

Damn it. Having that long on a spaceship made a person think wayyy too much about their feelings.

Raevyn followed to the elevator, gun armed an deadly, poised for whatever got in her way. She would be a coldblooded killer. Time to get the old self back, hey? She didn’t flinch as a blade of light slashed through the group, seemingly slicing the alien in half. She looked back at Adailia, wondering how the hell her power turned into a weapon. Wasn’t she just supposed to be a locater? Mmm. Interesting. Raevyn didn’t break stride as the blood oozed around her shoes, and she stepped around the dead body. The bright lights surrounded her lithe frame, illuminating against her light blonde hair. When a light beam, incredibly bright and pretty close to scorching off her right leg, shot past her, she took a step back. A gaping hole in the door in front of her, the metal literally melting and forming a pool on the ground. She was begrudgingly impressed as alien blood splattered the inside wall. Now, she could hear the sirens. Practically feel them as aliens’ footsteps were heard.

She glanced back, at her comrades, and a smile played at her lips. “Don’t die, because I’m not bringing you back.” And with that, Raevyn Saorie stepped into the room, into the heat of the battle.

ooc- Erm. I got lost, so hopefully that made sense ^^'

Ashton Stevens braced for the landing, rumours around the ship had floated around. There was absolutely no landing gear. Great. Her fear of landing in planes frightened her for a week straight. How would she be in a super-speed spaceship that had nothing what so ever to save them. Mm. Fun. She instantly got rid of any thoughts in her head. Now was the time to prove herself. Now was the time to not get killed. And now was the time that she would use her powers to kills a whole bunch of aliens … just to save a girl she could honestly care less about. Wasn't life worth more than that? Not in Space. Ashton should've grabbed a gun of some sort, but her cocky-ness took over. She would be fine, she would blast anything, anyone away with her marvellous power, which sure seemed to come in handy these days. As the landed Ashton was a tad bit surprised. It actually wasn't as bad as the movies made it seem. Nothing exploded. No one died. So far, so good. But next was the scary part. The whole killing-evil-aliens part.

She gulped down last bit of fear that roamed her skull; she could be invincible. Ashton headed through the door, Game at the lead of the pack. She braced herself for some sort of speech about honestly, pride, and honour, any of those words along the same line. But no, which actually was fine with the girl. Who wanted to get all emotional just before their about to take lives away. No person Ashton knew. The girl piled into the elevator with everyone. She was charging herself there. Like a cellphone to a cord. A few blue waves of electricity trickled around the palms of her hands. Thank God her hair was standing up straight … If she were to touch anybody soon .. uh, lets say they wouldn't be to happy. She backed up a bit while riding. She didn't want to hurt anyone. A week with a whole bunch of people sure made you seem, Ashton was drawing a blank. What was the word she was looking for? Close? Different? She couldn't find one.

Space travel's affects weren't so pleasant.

Everyone bustled out of the crammed elevator, ready for the action to begin. Adailia got right at it. Ashton wondered, "How in the world does that girl use an aura to kill someone?" It seemed odd. The fumes of blood swam up her nose, the smell gave her nausea. Stepping over the body she resumed her place next to the group.

No muse. D:

Ugh. Okay, let's get this over with. When the spacepod landed smoothly he got up. It was time for business now. He'd gone over it millions of times in his head and still his usefulness seemed to be thin and nothing. There was no time for thinking now, just action. He'd have to figure it out when the moment came. The door of the pod came down with it's usual steam-noise, the wall turning back into steps, not that it mattered since Adailia just jumped right off. Cezar decided just to take it slow, walking off and then stopping to give the best, most delightful stretch, relaxing him a bit. He squinted his eyes, the brightness so different from the bleakness of space stinging his eyes, forcing them to adjust quicker than they wanted to.

His first sight when he got on, seemed to be a quick death. Adailia had thrown something at a passerby alien who was quickly sliced like a new squash, its blood leaking out of its halves. It was clean down the middle, not giving it any chance to suffer. He didn't know what to say about this sudden death that seemed to him like murder, especially since it hardly had a weapon. He told himself that it was Adailia's instincts and a quick reaction that told her to just throw, startled by its sudden entry. He felt like it was trying to run, and if it was, it didn't make it. "When did you figure out how to do that?" He asked Adailia, breaking the questions in his mind as he walked towards the elevator that they seemed to be boarding. Cezar stopped when he was called to by Xeda.

"Hey, you might need this." She said, grabbing a second weapon and stepping out to take it over to him. She stumbled for a reason he didn't understand and he tilted his head. "Whoa. I forgot what gravity felt like." They didn't have artificial gravity in that thing? "Uh, anyways, here," she said, handing him one of the guns. "Just point, aim, and pull the trigger. Just like a video game." He hadn't played many video games while under the rule of his strict relatives. "Cezar, you got to get at least ten for me," she said with a grin, "I'm not going to get too much action back here." She chuckled and patted him on the shoulder before walked back into the ship. "So, ready for the fun to start?" He heard Xeda say sarcastically to Yin as he proceeded to the elevator.

Well, now he had something for when he needed a quick reaction. He glanced behind him when he heard the word "Fire" only seeing Raevyn at first glance. Instantly her image was taken away when a bright, thick blue beam of energy swept past her in a time too quick to register, the power it held simply awe deserving. A boom sounded when it made contact with the thick walls, pounding ahead with all force. He was certain the blast was more powerful than any modern bomb, one that could disintegrate even atoms upon contact. He spun around, his heart skipping beats, convinced that they'd already lost a soldier on the mission. As quickly as it came the beam ended and he saw that Raevyn was perfectly fine, somewhat startled and impressed. He looked to see where the energy had come from, seeing Brianna with a cannon for a hand pointed straight where her attack hit, an eye glowing blue. "What the hell?" He said, looking back at Game, the one who brought her to them all with an expression the mimicked his words.

"What the hell?" Xeda said when she head a boom behind her and immediately saw a hole, the edges glowing. A hole went down, making its own hallway. What was that? Whatever it was, it must have been theirs because Raevyn entered the new room without much hesitation. The beam had hit the wall that was mere feet away from Game's ship, holding both her and Yin. She looked out the door of the ship, seeing Brianna with her gauntlet arm up, pointing in the direction of where the blast had hit. Rage bubbled up inside Xeda like a volcano, ready to explode. "What the fuck is your problem you dumb bitch!? Are you trying to have us killed!?" Did she have shit for brains? "I didn't know we were bringing motherfucking retards on this goddamn mission!" She growled, enraged.

Suddenly, sirens seemed to blare out at extreme levels, the lights flashing red, signaling to everyone that there was immediate danger. An ear-splitting screech rang out, making Xeda look down the newly made hall. Papers and machines were being sucked out, sparks flying as it all soared towards the black hole of stars. Open space. The blast had cut straight through the entire ship cleanly, leaving them all exposed to the natural vacuum. The suction wasted no time getting to them. Already she could feel Game's ship start to slid forward a little faster as it went. Alarm shot through her completely when she felt herself inching forward as well. She had to get out, and get out now. Following instinct she jumped out immediately, hitting the cold floor. She flipped on her back, watching the ship violently slam into the hole, clogging most of it. Shards of other debris and metal came after it, helping finish the job. There was so much chaos and confusion that her brain delayed the details.

"Fuck, YIN!" She yelled, not sure if the girl had escaped. She'd forgotten, forgotten to grab an ally and take her out with her. In anger and shock and fear she'd only saved herself, and if Yin was trapped in there to be sucked out in space then it was her fault, stuck in the void to suffer for a few long minutes. And wasn't Raevyn out there too? Was she dead? Or had she somehow found a way? Could she possibly get Yin too? Oh God, what did she do?

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Distress shot through Deus as he watched the screen flash in urgency, room after room after room and level destroyed. "Sir!" The urgent call came over the intercom. "We have a problem! It seems that-" The transmission was cut off abruptly and on the screen it showed the complete obliteration of the room where the worker once was. What was going on? What was happening? He was filled with anger, rage, hate, loathing towards this unknown force that decided that today was the day it would turn its head towards him and turn this day into his possible last.

He could fathom the damage, how long it would take to repair, and how slow the imminent destruction of this entire ship would occur. How much would be lost. Actually, he did know, he knew exactly what would happen, and it made it even worse. The scans to show what exactly had breached his ship no longer worked, they wouldn't operate. Cameras failed to respond. It was worthless. Even the screen before him seemed to begin to flicker out in squares as power sources were decimated and information turned to squalor.

This place, this ship, it wasn't meant for it. Nothing was meant for it. It had no army force to protect it on the inside in the case of something like this. Sixteen percent of the monster ship were trained to keep employees in check and to keep some safety in each level. Hardly a portion of that was trained to fight. Most of the thousands on here worked for the building of machines, studied, experimented, and filed. If any of them had an experience in this, they'd gotten it prior to signing up for this, and as each place was destroyed by an implosion from the hole that was now in his ship or from being ripped from the walls, he counted how many he lost, the numbers never stopping, the estimate too high. With that he also counted how many years of documents and work were now being shared with the lifelessness of space.

Deus left the room, no longer wanting to look at it and went to check on Len and her little toy Ohmu, to see if they were in the least amount of distress or had been vaporized or... He sighed. What was happening? All around him was panic, many asking him "What's going on?" others he heard asking their companions if this was truly the end. Others cursing all the misdeeds done to them, others repenting. Everything imaginable was happening at one moment and none of them answering the question of why and how.

There seemed to be little hope for the slowly progressing phenomenon.

Game looked at Adailia for a moment, just out of curisoity to see how she liked to be stuck with no sleep for weeks. It wasn’t a pleasant image. But was worse was her reaction. Forming something similar to those spinning swords from anime T.V. Shows, but much larger. For a moment, he thought he was about to be decapitated, though, it simply passed around him, allowing him a sigh of relief, until he heard the sound of a quick ‘CH-CHUU’ and then a hefty plop. He looked behind him, every bone in his body telling him not too, but they seemed to be remotely controlled, telling him, ordering him to look at the bloody mess that had once been a live. A hand slid to his mouth almost instantly, as his sneakers were soaked with the green blood of Adailia’s victim. This wasn’t what he thought it would be. This wasn’t cool like in the action movies. This wasn’t funny like in a comedy. This was real and disgusting. Adailia was disgusting. How could she have done this… This was inhumane, beast like, evil.

Almost immediately, he released his grip on the two guns and they fell into the blood almost immediately. The very touch of it sickened him. And all the people he had killed himself, it was even more horrible to think they had simply turned into educated barbarians. It’s for Len. It’s for Len. It’s for Len. he told himself over and over again, but it gave him no comfort.. A shout, and then an explosion. Game’s eyes were absorbed into the baby blue blast that tore through the aliens spaceship, vaporizing anyone that was behind it, and continuing to travel until it burst through the side of the spaceship. His mouth hung open at the face of the empty vacuum in front of him. It hung in silence, for a moment, a strange rattling occurred and then sirens. He looked at Raevyn who was walking through the hole, unbeknowest to the vacuum that would devour her in an instant. And then Ashton, were they blind or something? Shock sent Game into action, he reached for Raevyn and Ashton, preparing to unleash his power on them, until he heard a vicious grinding from behind him. He turned to see his baby rolling towards him at full velocity.

His first thought was ‘crap I’m going to be turned into mush’, his second was to act. He turned his attention away from Raevyn and Ashton and stuck both his hands out towards the object, palm forward. He didn’t quite no what he was doing, but he didn’t have to. He just knew that he was acting on instinct. A magnetic wave slammed into his spaceship making it stop dead in it’s tracks, anything inside would be smashed against the side of the ship. He dropped his hands this time, magnetising his ship to the floor firmly, he turned back to Ashton and Raevyn and sweeped his hands backwards, a motion that would suck the two girls back towards him, that is if they had anything metallic on them. It was easy for Raevyn who was clasping a gun, but Ashton, he didn’t know for sure, her arrogance might be her downfall. “Don’t move,” he ordered after this, magnetising the girls to the floor in front of the spaceship. As he felt his legs being pulled into the open air and thrown towards the emptiness in front of him. He had never felt such fear in his life, as he flew towards the emptiness that would soon consume him.

The feeling was one of nostalgia. Utter helplessness as the physics of the universe took hold. He stared into it’s face, no longer have the oxygen to fight this. Lightheadness. Blue veins popped across his neck and forehead as he nearly passed through the hole that would end his life forever. Blood rushed to his skull making it pound aggressively. His mind told him to resist unconsciousness. But it was too hard. The urge to give up consumed him. And suddenly… The wrenching of metal echoed through the mute space and beyond as Game clapped his hands closed. The iron of the wall seeming to be sucked into the whole that had been made in a gnarled shape of swirled steel that shut like the fangs of a great beast. Smacking into it head on, and not being able to resist the momentum of the wall. Game felt like his head was about to explode. He slid down from the wall, falling into the open air. He breathed in as much as he could as he attempted to bring feeling back to his limbs before the wall that was leaping towards him splattered his brains out.

Like hitting a plexiglass wall, Game collapsed against nothingness, held up by the the repelling effect of two magnets. He dropped suddenly, hitting the floor with a bang. The damage was done. Everything behind that wall was doomed. It put a serious damper on his plans. He rose to his knees, his head against his chest. The blood dripping from his forehead, his hands, and his knees that rested in jagged metal. He trembled, a blank stare etched onto his face, the deep bangs under his eyes making his apperance seem even worse. He got up, a scowl on his face. “Put the fuckin’ gun away, Black Rock Shooter!” he shouted at her, the anger on his face almost as bad as the anger in his voice. He looked back towards Ashton and Raevyn, releasing them from his magnetic hold. He looked at Raevyn for a second, and then looked away just as fast. He walked past them, stepping into the spaceship to look for Yin.

Xeda’s shouts had reminded him that the girl was still inside, or at least had been the closest to the spaceship. She might have been thrown inside when the gravity disappeared. Or she could have hidden inside of it to wait it out. "Yin..." He called in a low voice.

With a terrified scream, Yin felt all the gravity slowly fade away. She reached out to grab something, anything, and was relieved to feel the ship behind her. She thought she was safe. Then her dark blue eyes widened with horror. Her feet were now off the ground, and she scurried into the spaceship, quick as she could, squeezing her nimble body through easily.

It felt like a punch to her gut as the ship rolled forwards. Shaking in fear, she held her knees close to her. "Nii-san!" she cried out, afraid. She surrounded herself with the best images of her life, small glowing spheres that showed the cherry blossom trees she and Yang had grown up under, the black-and-white silk kimonos her father and mother wore. The fear of death overrode every other sensation. She just knew her brain was going to implode inside her skull, her body exploding in a wrench of her limbs and the rapid tightening-and-expanding of her blood vessels. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, her long, pale fingers digging into her legs hard enough to draw blood, she waited. Waited for the agony that would follow by swift death.

The ship was suddenly jerked to a halt. Her eyes flashed open, just as she was lifted from the floor and smashed into the front of the ship. She let out a muffled cry, her lungs too deprived of air to make a fully comprehensive noise. If she thought exploding into microscopic pieces in the vast darkness of space was torture, she obviously never been thrown against a control panel before.

The upraised buttons and levers bruised the delicate skin all along her abdomen, and she heard a muffled crack. Great. Broken rib. She felt warm liquid trickle down from her forehead, from her chest and side. With a pained breath, she was again hurled to the floor. Upon hearing her name she let out a pained moan. "G-Game-sama," she gasped.

-

Well that was weird. Yang turned to the brunette, about to ask her what the heck that thing she'd killed the alien with was, when he turned. Only to see the ship barreling towards Game, Aston, and Raevyn at high speeds due to something he'd totally missed. He stared for a moment, his thoughts totally blank. I mean, what could he have thought of? He'd thought the ship was empty.

Then he heard a familiar, high-pitched voice shrieking out his name. This wrenched him from his motionless, thoughtless stance. His eyes went huge. "Yin!" he yelled, running forwards. He saw Game go down, and almost swerved to see if he was alright. The ship was stopped, Yin was probably safe. All because of Game. "Game-kun!" he said, looking down at him worriedly before hearing his sister's cry. "Arigato," he muttered, rushing into the ship.

-

Whoa. Okay, um, what the hell? Adailia barely registered what was even going on. Besides the fact that Cezar and all the others were questioning her, their auras shimmery and curious, Game looked repulsed. She felt a lance of pain in her chest. "Game..." she murmured, feeling his aura twist her heart around with pity. Geez, what was he? Two? How sheltered had this kid been? He'd known they'd have to fight, have to kill. So why was he all sentimental now? "He died quickly, at least," she mumbled, feeling her own wave of nausea roll her stomach as she looked down at the mess.

(*Skips the spaceship scene* :I)

"Oh my God-Game?! Yin?! Yang?" she shrieked, her eyes huge. What the frickin' hell? She ran towards Game's slumped over figure, seeing as Yang was inside with Yin. She stooped beside him. "Oh God...." she muttered. "Raevyn? You're a healer right?" she asked. "We kinda need you over here. Can't have the leader of the troop all... Like this." She said the words with surprising calm.

((OMFG EPIC STUPID FAIL! D<))

Ashton looked in front of her, suddenly a monster hole took up the whole room. It was madness. She glanced back for the two second she had to relax. That stupid bitch robot thing blew the place up! Now a giant hole was sucking things up. She cursed that thing over and over in her head. Why, why why? She soon was falling for her life, along beside Raevyn. Not one of her favourites. Would she honestly die right now? This pathetic of a way. Well, if she did, that robot better feel bad. Real bad. Her breathe was getting shorter, the space-y air wasn't doing much for her. She tried to use her powers to levitate her up, but she was already there, she was already gone. Air was short and Ashton felt like crying, but in the five seconds she had she couldn't bare herself to do it.

Soon the girl heard a creaking of metal. The sound was so loud, it rang her ears as it screeched down towards the blackness. If she wasn't to die falling down that hole, that spaceship would defiantly take care of the rest. Only god knew how much she wished she could climb up, back towards everyone else. Suddenly the screeching stopped. It was as if it hadn't even moved an inch. Well, now she wasn't going to get smushedlled by that. Ashton wished she would re-do the whole last 5 seconds. Life would be much better that way.

"Don't move …"

The voice froze in her head. What was going on? Ashton felt her knees beneath her drop. Her belt was stuck like glue to the ground. Game … She knew that the boy could control metal'n stuff. Thank … God. The giant lump in her throat disappeared, she was finally got of … total danger. She gazed up, Game's body was being thrusted up into the air. She almost could't bare to watch. It was one of those death scenes in the movies she hated. He couldn't die? He just save herself and Raevyn. Not now he couldn't die. She let her breath out as his body clamped to the iron in the building.. He would be alright, for the time being anyways. Her belt buckle was soon released from its tight grip. The mark by her abdomen would defiantly bruise, but that would be okay.

As the girl got up, she was about to finger BRS. With all that trouble she caused she deserved more than that. Instead of speaking … or hand motions she gave her hardest glare. Ashton was about to thank Game, but it was too late. He was already off to save Yin.

It all happened so quickly. A flash. One moment, the girl was stepping into a blood-splattered room, the next; she was being pulled forwards, for a reason that her RPer felt no urge to figure out. She was dragged backwards, and looked behind her to see the spaceship, likely the heaviest object in the room, to be doing just the same. Her mind screamed at her to break free and run, to give it proper air, but she knew that it wasn’t possible. That this was the end. They were all going to be sucked into space, last for approximately 2.3 seconds, and then have their lungs implode. Self-combust. Of course, the only thing that managed to squeeze a spot into her shocked head was a small dictionary of questionable language.

Somehow, just somehow, she was now being thrown roughly into the ground, wincing as her head connected with solid metal. Her vision spun, and she would have felt dazed if she had had time. But instead, all she could register was a very hard-looking piece of steel aiming to collide with her pale face. “Fuck.” She growled, and, restrained by the intense and sudden gravity change, could only move enough to avoid serious brain damage. Her shoulder was neatly ripped out of its socket as the cold bar, once a piece of the spaceship, crashed into her. Raevyn could do nothing but bite her lip, drawing blood, to stop herself from screaming in agony. It burned, and she writhed, attempting to release her body from the gravity field. Not wise, but understandable.

When the pull receded, she immediately raised her head, filling with rage. The burn from her shoulder gladly added to the pile of growing resentment. But when she saw Game, in a small heap on the floor, bloodied and exhausted, she dropped it, replaced with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. Gravity? Where the hell did that come from? She flopped back down, vaguely aware of how bad the human’s start had thus far been. They hadn’t even begun to battle with the wide expanse of aliens, fresh and ready. She let out a faint sigh and brought her hand to her shoulder, allowing the gentle glow of energy to seep into her skin. She lifted herself up, hearing her name. Glaring with flint-like eyes at Adailia, she pushed herself to her feet, carefully avoiding contact.

“Right, sorry.” She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping of sarcasm. “Let me just pop my shoulder back into place and I’ll be right over there.” Muttering under her breath, Raevyn thrust her arm upwards, hearing an audible clack as it settled back in place. The fire quickly resided to a spark, and that numbed into little pinpricks. Rotating the joint, and doing arm circles, the healer climbed the steps to the spaceship, blinking in the dark. Yin was beaten up. Blood. Instant bruising. Ouch. She knew the feeling well. Game, on the other hand, who had cuts, scrapes, and a multitude of different bloody messes, looked more like a piece of butchered meat. Yang was hovering. She glared at him, but made no move to ask him to leave. Making the executive decision, Rae knelt down in front of Yin, put a finger to her neck, and read a pulse. “Average.” She murmured, glancing at Game, giving a look that said to sit down, quit moving, and wait your turn. It was such an odd combination of power versus human. Healing on such an uncaring and uncompassionate girl. When fixing wounds, she became a different person altogether. The change was extraordinary. Her hands became delicate and gentle. Her face became serene.

Palms down, she rested her fingertips on Yin’s abdomen, closed her hazel eyes, and felt energy flowing. It glowed, a faint blue, and she was careful to dilute the effects, as to ration her stamina for future need. The downside of healing? It wasted-sorry, used- a good amount of her own physical energy each time; varying on the extense of the job. The only exception to this was that of herself. When fixing herself up, she consumed none. Think of it as recycling. A cycle. Yin’s injuries quickly faded, the bruising closing in on themselves, and the blood ceasing to flow. Her eyelids fluttered open to watch Yin, quite satisfied with the results.

Game sent down on the iron bench that served as a bed on the spaceship. His vision was foggy, and he felt so incredibly dizzy. But he had enough energy to wave off Adailia, not even opening his mouth, or looking at her. His frown remained pasted on his face, even with Yang's rare thank you. What did he have to be happy about. He felt... broken. And angry. He didn't open his mouth to speak to any of the humans, knowing that if he did, he would blow up on them. He plugged back into the system of technology of the spaceship. Scanning for that damn dog creature. It seemed to have moved since before. Then he found him. And someone else. The cameras allowed him too both of them with amazing clarity. Len, calling this thing master. Looks like it was time.

He instantly plugged into the speaker system, his voice being projected into the cell room. As he began his rant. Finally, he had an outlet to get rid of the rage. Rage at Cheryl, rage at Adailia, rage at everyone's uselessness. Why couldn't they ever do anything right? He might as well go find Deus himself and go kill him. It would be so easy too. With his powers... He could do anything, especially in this alien technological universe that he now inhabited. Anger boiled in his throat, and as he finally opened his mouth, the sound echoing through various speakers until it reached the holding room where Deus was in. "Listen, you little kidnapping, son of a bitch," he wondered how curses translated in Alien. "We came to get Len back, and whatever, sick, disgusting thing you did to her, it won't stop any of us."

"We're going to find you, and I will rip your godless head from your body." He stood up, ignoring the pain he felt, and ignoring Raevyn's silent command. He was fine, he told himself. Just fine. He had recorded the exact route to Len, but had had to reroute it because of the enourmous hole lasered into the spaceship. His new path, was one that moved around a lot more, and seemed like more of a detour. He touched a wall, that oddly enough was right next to the door that led away. He tore it apart with his mind, and kept walking. Passing through lit room after lit room, he didn’t care if the others followed him or not, it didn’t matter. They weren’t needed, and he really didn’t want them along. They had served their parts already. Some more than others.

He sucked in his breath, and then exhaled. His eyes darkening with barely contained fury. Skipping ahead, Game stood infront of the door that led into Len’s cell. He knew what was beyond it. The demented scythe-wielding girl, and Deus. He pulled back his fist, slamming it into the door, for any normal human his fist would have been shattered, but instead, the door flew open. The magnetic force throwing it across the room. “You…” he exhaled his mind aching with such pain that he almost fainted. The force that it took to use his power was just beginning to come. He didn’t have the control over his magnetic abilities as he did with his technopath ones. He had only just begun to use them.

He placed a hand on the door frame that was torn apart. His other hand curled into a fist, as he stumbled forward. The call to rest was too powerful to fight. But he knew he had too. Sheer determination kept him at his feet. He reached out a hand and slammed Len with his a blast of repelling force. If it made contact, she’d be nailed to the wall behind her. Her scythe, and wings being her downfall, when they had once been her strength. "Let's finish this." he said a scowl forming. As he stood tall now, though still short, he cast a menacing shadow. His head looked downward, and his palms curled into fists. Rage swallowed him like a cloud, it was such a disgusting feeling... He just wanted to get rid of it.