Fall In! [Powerful Humans]

Kargagna held his left arm close to his chest. Feeling the pulsing and throbbing pain, though it had gone down considerably, he could still feel the poisons deadening it. It was his gun hand, it was dishonorable to lose it so early in his career. But he could always get a metal prosthetic to fix it. Besides, he was getting his revenge today. He had a list of humans that were going on a very long trip, possibly forever, in which most might die. Game, Cheryl, Cezar, Yang, Echo, Lobo, Loki, Ronny, Nessa. Their powers were listed as well. It had become public knowledge about their powers, and an anonymous link had told him all of the names that corresponded with the abilities and their training level in their skills. It was very useful to learn, but at the same time, he wanted to know who this mystery person was, and how they knew more about the humans than he did.

He stood outside of the apartments with a frown painted on his face. Though it seemed to melt onto his lizard like features that glinted in the dull, gray sun. The spaceship behind him was one of bulbous design. It looked seemingly like a complex shape, but it really wasn't. It was a colony shape, used to transport a large number of people to a far off location at high speeds. This location was Varsia. He had planned in advance that a Space Cadet Academy be vacated so that it could be used for the humans board. It was smack dab on the center of the planet, surrounded on all sides by water, and as far as he knew there was no metal to be found, everything was made out of wood, or earth, and hopefully this Game fellow couldn't control it, or this Yang person couldn't burn it all to the ground. Miles away was the only technological device, and it was a failsafe for him just in case he needed to abandon them.

Kargagna leaned against the huge vessel, standing in what looked like an alien 'sophisticated' suit. It had no sleeves, a low collar and a black design embroidered with various alien symbols that would make no sense to anyone that wasn't in tune with the code he used for the Galaxiors. He had ordered the humans to arrive, all of them aligned by first name. And stared down at their pint size figures with disgust. "You can all thank your friend Ronny and Loki for this, killing a number of people in cold blood, and leaving at least three families without parents to care for them." He left out the fact that many of the people killed had been prison wardens who were known for criminal behavior themselves. "All of you are being taken to a maximum security care facility, where it will be a while before you're ever released." That was a nice way of putting, 'you're going to die in jail'.

"There are only a couple of ground rules. First and foremost, any attempts to escape will be dealt with harshly, you will die most certainly. Any attempts on your fellow hue-menn, and you will die most certainly. Any usage of your powers without consent or a viable reason, and you will die most certainly." he said matter of factly, flexing his claws into fists with a menacing and deep-throated growl that almost rose into a primal roar. "Line up, one by one, and enter the spaceship quietly, or..." He guestured to a few of the security robots that were staked outside of the apartments, "My friends here will not hesitate to shoot on sight. Don't even think about using your power either, Agamemnon, or I'll personally rip your head off with my bare hands."

Loki felt like crap. He looked like crap too. His pale face had received some color from the bruising all over his body. His lip was swollen, and his hair was ratty. He hadn't exactly had time for grooming after being discharged from that living hell. Though surprisingly his mind had jumped back rather hard from it's terrors. He now could barely hear see the visions that had haunted him before. He didn't flinch when Kargagna called him out, he didn't feel like it, and he had no energy to do so. His nonchalant and slightly superior air was definitely back. He held his head down, staring at the ground with a dull face. He wasn't exactly happy about this either. Why was he labeled as a criminal? He hadn't done anything... It was Ronny's fault, though he knew he was acting like an idiot. Ironic for a super genius. Ronny had broken him out of that torture room, which he was thankful for. In fact, he had done so much more than that.

He turned upward suddenly, facing forward head on with a frown. He wasn't going to let this tear him apart. Kargagna had no power over him. The man was afraid. You locked away something that threatened you, and right now the humans were threatening him. It was common nature to want to separate them, divide their power. But it wouldn't work. There were stronger humans popping up every day, he may be able to spread them apart, but how long could he keep an eye on both unruly groups. With a newfound confidence he glared at the lizard man, preparing for the torture to come. No doubt, Kargagna had something new and even more monstrous planned for him. Possibly, with the word choice Kargagna was using, he wouldn't survive them at all. That was fine by him. But he wouldn't let the lizard man beat him.

Game snickered, shouldering the backpack from the ground on his shoulders. He felt... Well, he felt prideful. He was considered powerful, even by that arrogant lizard man who thought he held all the chips. Just wait until he got to put his powers to some serious use, the alien might wet his pants. And as for leaving the apartments, he was actually kind of happy to do so, the apartments meant pay and trials, mostly from Adailia, and Cheryl. Even though one of his pet peeves was joining him on this trip, he could only assume Kargagna would separate them by gender. He'd probably never even see Cheryl for ever long Kargagna was keeping him. He had been planning on leaving this place anyway, and this turned out to be a pleasant turn of events, even if the circumstances were fairly bleak, with all these deaths and such. But nothing could dampen his sunshiny disposition with rain clouds.

OOC: http://www.colony-wars.com/members/pix/space_ship.jpg It's bigger on the inside. :I

What in the ever loving heck? The wind seemed to bend around the huge spaceship. The little amount of the foul-scented breeze seemed to hit Yang right in the face. He frowned. So... He was considered... Powerful? Well, that made him feel a little inkling of pride. But all his other emotions were confusion and disdain. He'd have to leave his twin sister here, on this planet, with all those aliens. He'd have to leave everything even remotely familiar behind, and go to a planet full of water. Of course he'd always liked water-what kid didn't? He even learned to surf!-but this was a little far-flung. His power was fire. And they were sitting him on a water-logged death trap. Mmhmm. Summarizes it up real nice for ya there. But it did make sense. They wanted to either kill or weaken the humans as much as possible... Best to set them in a tiny hut on a deserted island on a water-filled planet.

His dull eyes roamed over to where his white-haired sister stood. She was clutching at his sleeve, her eyes filled with tears that she thought she was too brave to let fall. "Nii-san," she whimpered. He felt a stab of pity and sadness. How long were they to be gone? Would he be dead when he came back? Would Yin be dead? "Nee-chan, don't worry," he murmured, trying to console her. She wouldn't have it. She let out a childish, girly wail and flung her arms around his shoulders, sobbing into his chest. He frowned, looking pained, and gently patted her back. "It's okay," he mumbled. Physical, or emotional, contact wasn't his strong suit. "I'll be back before you know it. Kargagna can't stay mad at us forever, can he?" Yin sniffled and pulled back to look at him, big blue eyes hopeful. "Maybe," she muttered sulkily.

The black-haired-twin looked back, then started towards the ship. "Nii-san!" he heard Yin cry indignantly. He turned just in time to catch a heavy bag thrown at him. He blinked in confusion while Yin glared. "You were going to leave everything behind!" she yelled, reminding him. He frowned, then his expression brightened. "Arigatou, Nee-chan." he said, slinging the pack over his shoulder. His heart throbbed. Oi.

This would be the first time in years that he and Yin would be separated for overly long periods of time. They'd both been torn up about it the first time. This time... He shook his head, catching a glimpse of a bedraggled human. That must be either Ronny-san or Loki-san. he thought, pursing his lips. How did that filthy lizard-man-thing catch them, anyhow?

Ronny slumped, forcing himself to stay standing. Old wounds, reopened, bled stinging him as they did, but he held up ignoring them. Today didn't start well. Compared to the last this day was horrible. He didn't know what it was. The previous day he could only remember clearly his first encounter with the large alien in front of him and then the overall takeover of the entire center. That time had been fun, invigorating. Something about it made it so easy. It made him want to keep going even after it ended. He had killed many without looking at them, more with his own hand, and smiling all the while. Thinking about it almost made him smile now. At least three families the alien had said. There had to be more...

Stopping was like commanding his own heart to stop beating, hard, but not impossible. It was after he had killed Loki's torturers that it was time to finish. He had to stop himself before he decided to take the life of his fellow captive as well. It was a hard debate, constantly being goaded, even when he found himself enough to take a step back and think about exactly what he was doing. It took more effort to direct the deathly poison that was his own power away from Loki and then lead him safetly through the flooded building. He didn't think, looking back then, that if he had decided on eliminating Loki, he wouldn't have stopped until he found every last living thing in there.

The next day it seemed like a horror. It was almost like remembering something lost to amnesia. He was horrified, thinking about what he'd done and the pleasure he took from it. Walking the halls of the building was a much harder task. It was that day that he and Loki were taken. It was a harder fight for them, having to locate the two boys and fend off the monstrous versions of former members of the authorities and convicts that trailed freely through the morphed passageways. They had gotten them eventually, though after many casualties.

Ronny listened drowsily to the speech of the alien, his initial fear to being taken away drowned by fatigue and hunger. He wasn't as enthused as she should have been. Especially since he still didn't have a new set of clothes, nice as it would be. As tired as he may be he still held fright. That ship. It wasn't here just for any old reason. They were getting on that monster, and doing so scared him more than anything. He hated being on ships, transported to some planet and watching terror around you with no way to escape. He didn't want to be on there, didn't want to be near it, and he'd be forced on. If only there were another way. Why'd he have to go off and listen to that voice?

Cezar, stood, arms folded as he listened to the larger alien speak. He had been at work when he got the call, a letter sent to him asking for his immediate departure home. Of course when he got here, he was greeted by this. Apparently they were skyrocketing to some Concentration Camp to just sit around in. And why him? He didn't know. He hadn't done much. Maybe it was because he left to save Len. Maybe not, since Xeda wasn't here. Then again, she was out doing something for herself. He wished he had walked out here with something to entertain him on the ride there, learning that his last interplanetary space was rather boring. He didn't have much motivation to go up there.

Motivation or not, it seemed like he'd most definitely have to get on there or... you know... he would most certainly die. Just when he was getting used to this place something had to happen to bring him down. Not much use in complaining, though, just single file it up so they could be on their way. Simple as that. Still, though, he wondered just how this prison would be. They would stay there until their sentence was up, one that wasn't specified. He didn't understand why he had to go because of the actions of someone else, but he didn't question it. Aliens had their own messed up rules and it was their jobs to follow it... or they would most certainly die.

He wondered though, as he listened to the short set of rules, what exactly got those two stuck in the situation. He looked to Loki to Ronny and back and forth. They were injured, though it was hard to tell who got the butt of the punishment and who got some leisure. How did they manage to kill a bunch of aliens anyways? And why? It was true, he hadn't seen them for a couple days, but had that been what they were doing? Attacking "at least three aliens," as the alien had put it, and destroying families just for the heck of it. Ronny seemed to nice for that, and Loki didn't seem to be the type who cared enough to do it.

Cezar watched Yin and Yang with some pity, the two sorrowful about leaving each other. As Yin through her leaving twin a bag, he doubted Yang would be allowed to keep it at all. He thought about telling Yin to keep Xeda calm, knowing she'd fly off the handle walking into the loss of nine of them. Some close friends, some not. He could imagine her blaming everyone present before she left the apartments furiously to deal with her emotions on her own. It was a familiar coping characteristic of hers.

And what about Xeda? What would happen to her in the end? Or any of the others being left behind? He had no idea why he was being taken and that left no room for an answer for them. Separated eradication? Who knew. His father always told him, "assume the worst because you can't be disappointed, but don't be an all out pessimist," he decided to try that scheme right now, lining up as he did lest he... die most certainly for insubordination.

Well how ironic. Len is brought back from being rescued and then Cheryl is being taken off to boot camp. The French teenager sent a message to Nereo telling him that she would be MIA for a varying amount of time. To Varsia, eh? The planet of water and ice. The transition from winter to summer was happening, which was the most violent time of the year. All the creatures that hibernated during the winter would be waking up with a huge appitite. Seemed quite. . .exciting. And being there with Kargagna made it even more so. Maybe she'd decide to feed him to some 'sea monster'. Or perhaps she'd show him just how powerful she could be. He was afraid of them after all. What other reason would he stick them on a dangerous planet and away from the other humans? Divide and conquer. Not a smart move if all the jokers were in one hand, though.

She cocked a grin and walked definantly onto the ship, back straight and head held high. Cheryl wasn't going to be 'oh woe is me' and be defeated before the battle had already begun. Her burgandy eyes locked with Kargagna's and, in a low voice, she repeated, "Die most certainly." She kept on walking with that smug look. It never left her face as she climbed aboard the massive spaceship. Did the Galaxior really understand what he was doing here? It was slightly hard to tell, even though she had read up on a top secret file of him. It was said he was known to expect the least expected. For instance, a vampire unicorn with jolly ranchers. But just how good of an opponent would he be? The human kept that thought on mind.

Lobo stood stock still, in a daze. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was leaving to go to some 'maximum security care facility'? She stared at the lizard man, her purple gaze unwavering. Leaving Sigma in itself was no problem, she had never thought of these apartments as home, but what about Caleb? And Kenji. Her face darkened. She'd have to say goodbye to Caleb, perhaps for forever. It was always this way, she could never stay with the ones she loved. Suddenly she was angry. This- this lizard guy had no right to take her away. Her anger faded. But what could she do? Her arms were still useless, the wounds still burned as if they were fresh. She had to take this with dignity, for Caleb. On an impulse she stumbled/ran to Caleb. She gave him a short hug. "I gotta go," she said, trying to keep her tone even. And then she walked back to the ship and got in.

8I

ooc: FUURGH NO MUSE.

The air was tainted with the sharp, tar-like scent of... probably the huge spaceship. Nessa breathed in the acrid air; in through the mouth, out through the nose. It didn't really matter, when the smell lingered on her tongue and burned her throat both ways. The girl coughed and brushed her reddish-brown hair out of her eyes. She'd been staring at the lizard man for a while now... Kargagna, his name was? He was quite an interesting character. Adjusting the British-flag arm warmer on her left hand, she followed everyone onto the spaceship, in a sort of daze at the huge place and everything.

Holy crap.

That was a hell of a failed post.

Don't make me post again for a while. xP

"Well, get on!" Kargagna ordered, staring at the one human had gotten on. That Cheryl girl who had had the missing roommate, she was a dangerous one, able to create something out of nothing. Similar to that Cezar kid, but Cezar's power was unlimited, hers wasn't. He stepped into the craft, looking at the close packed quarters. Really the ship was just a long tube, with a cockpit at the front. It was similar to the rows on an airplane, though Kargagna would know nothing about the similarities. The seats, though comfy in theory, were ratty and torn up from overuse. This had been a junker ship that he didn't feel like paying big money to afford. It was only a rental, a spaceship rental. If it got destroyed he had insurance. And he was actually hoping that one of the aliens decided to destroy it, making him that much richer.

Game watched as Cheryl marched onto the spaceship, with a swish to her step, and that superior nose turn. The timeless sound of a wolf whistle escaped his lips, though almost immediately he turned away. He looked back at Yang and Yin, who were conversing in that teary-eyed, rundown way the appeared in way too many day time television shows. He rolled his eyes, even though he felt like doing the same thing. But he shook the boring thought out of his head, ruining a day like this would only make him angry. Though he wish he could say goodbye to Adailia, or Kaira, or Black Rock Shooter, even Len, though she seemed to have gone insane. He shrugged again to himself. Strutting onto the spaceship, with his hands stuck in his pockets, except for one that he drew out to salute Kargagna, in mock military fashion.

He twisted on his heels for a moment, and winked at Yin, knowing it would either anger Yang, or embarrass Yin, either which would be good for him. The boy collapsed into his seat, wishing he could recline all the way and take a nap. He had been so sleep deprived on spaceships, he was ready fall into a coma and never wake up again. Though Kargagna's loud voice was sure to disrupt that from happening. The impulsive boy, stared up at the ceiling, looked around at the completely white environment that broke back memories of pain and anger, stared out windows at the apartments, watching aliens attempt to fix the fourth floor, anything really. He hated not having anything to do, being under Kargagna's 'all seeing eye' was like being in a cage. He couldn't do anything. "So bored!" he murmured.

Loki moved purposely slowly. Going on this spaceship was signing a death waiver he knew. He had seen Kargagna's hand, he was embarrassed about it, and the reason why it was so mangled and possibly useless. Ronny. And who was closest to Ronny on this list of Superhumans? He was. He could only assume that he wouldn't get off Varsia without a few scars. And Ronny just might die. He cast a glance back at the boy, he seemed to be coping well, though he couldn't really tell, because he turned away almost as soon as he caught sight of the boy, not out of spite, but because of Kargagna's scaled hand turning his head forward, and marching him onto the spaceship with a little less dignity than he could have wanted. He growled, fixing his hair on the spaceship, and plopped down in a seat, that Kargagna had pointed out for him.

He quickly realized that he was at the front of the spaceship, a few rows behind him was the loud, idiot, Game whose 'drumming' never seemed to stop. He folded his arms across his chest like a child that hadn't gotten his way. His eyes closed in concentration. He had never purposely attempted to draw out D. Loki, but it seemed like the only reasonable thing to do. I need your help. he questioned to nothing. 'Well, it's about time you figured it out, we're at our best when we work together! came the irritating and slightly annoyed voice of the demon. Well? D. Loki's reply was a nasally replica of his own voice. Please, we can't do anything now, it's better if we get off this rock, I hear Varsia is nice this time of year. Loki mentally sneered. Heard from who, you're me.

"Well get on!" The gigantic alien yelled at them. Okay, okay, geez. It said make a line, but apparently that wasn't the case. Well, on the ship was the best way to go, no matter how... uncomfortable it seemed. It seemed like Sigma's good ol' days were ending now, most specifically, when he stepped onto the ship and then took their first feet in the air. He was taking nothing with him. Not even helpful Jason.

He went onto the ship, as he did glancing at Ronny who seemed to be planted in his spot, not moving an inch towards the door. He looked as if he wouldn't move no matter how certain his death would be. Cezar looked away, his second-long glance not making any hesitation in stride. Upon entering the ship, he looked at its airplane-like interior and it's crappy seats. Yep. The old days were certainly gone. Nothing comfortable about this road trip at all. He took a seat somewhere in the middle row, leaning against the ships side. All travelers never cease. He just got off one ship and now he was getting on another. Hopefully this one was much faster and entertaining than what they had. He sat down, so far unenthusiastic by this. He could only agree with Game when he heard hm saying something about being bored, despite the fact that nothing started. He was a little angry that he was pulled out of work just for this. This didn't seem like one of the things they would get out of.

Ronny stood outside the ship, looking at the large thing, timidly so at the entrance. Go on there? No, he didn't want to, not at all. He hated those things, feared them, more accurately. The last time he was on a ship it was horrible. It was traumatizing. His sister died there, the hysteria of the adults over the newforming powers that sprouted about; most of the results of which ended up with someone dying, and it was there that he got a nagging partner in his brain. Going on there made him want to run... and far away.

"Well?" No. He figured he'd probably die from this after he was finished going over ever negative outcome to stepping in there, a lot of them having to do with explosions. Not complying was instant death, it seemed. He'd rather die than get on that thing. Kargagna or whatever that alien's name was already hated him anyhow. Why would he want to be in the same ship as him anyways? It would just be better if he stood out here. "What's one more trip? It's not likely you'll come back." Don't care. "The stubborn man suffers most." Ronny fought the urge to roll his eyes. He'd heard that quote many times before. From his Play Therapist. He didn't need more of that right now.

Resolving to keep himself in this spot, he started to wonder if the large alien would just leave him there. You know... mind distracted. "As likely as a dog slaying an elephant." Psh. Stupid voice. Doesn't it know that already happened? "A full grown, genetically altered one." Oh, well then...

Yang growled, and was tempted to light the lizard's big, scaly rear-end on fire. "Baka," he muttered under his breath. He looked up just in time to catch Game, Game the Playboy, Game the leadr of probably over half the humans here, wink at his sister. Yin caught it too, and she blushed, her whole face turning darker than a cherry blossom in spring time. Then she giggled, as if amused by the brunette's attempt to court her. His eyes smoldered. Yang felt fury well up in his gut, twisting his insides. As if he wasn't going to have a hard time with Kargagna on board, but now he had to deal with Game and his obsession for pretty women, too? He sighed.


Weeeeeeeeell, he'd better get on the ship. Stalking past the alien without even a sidelong glance, he shuffled aboard, avoiding any seat close to Game. He managed to find a seat, however tattered, near Cezar. Yang found he had no qualms with the other boy, due to his general silence and ability to avoid trouble even when it seemed to daunt the others around him. He sat, turning his face into a stone-like mask. He'd perfected the look soon fter he'd figured out that Yin could manipulate light, so that when the flight attendants questioned him about his own powers he could hold his ground against them.

Speaking of Yin's powers... He looked down to see that a gorgeous flower was sprouting in his cupped palms. The petals were the pink of new peaches, and they glowed softly, as if moonlight or sunlight had been captured in them. The central area was dotted with a fine speckle of red, and three or four long antennae-like things protruded from within it, tipped yellow. After the petals unfolded completely, he smiled. It seemed like glitter or something was floating down off the flower. Thanks, Nee-chan. he thought, finding himself disappointed that it faded out and dispersed a few moments later.

((Eh, no muse. ._______.))

Nessa tore her gaze from Kargagna and let her golden-yellow eyes travel over the interior of the spaceship. It was huge on the inside, resembling that of an overinflated airplane. The uncomfortable-looking seats had little padding, just enough to keep their butts from bruising. She didn't know many of the people there, but she plopped down next to a boy with brown hair with a single white streak in it. He had a bored, nonchalant look on his face as he muttered his boredom aloud.

"Hey." She greeted the boy with a small grin, eyes bright as she leaned back into her seat. Her black skinny jeans had slight rips in them, and they shifted and showed themselves better as she made herself as comfortable as she could in her seat. Her shirt was loose on her, and fell off one shoulder, the one opposite the boy. With her right hand, the one clad in a simple black nylon hand warmer, she brushed a loose strand of cherry-Coke hair out of her eyes. Giving a sigh, she figured that she should make the best out of the trip. There was a chance that she might not even return. The thought sent shivers up her spine and made the tiny hairs on her arms stand on edge, a dark hole yawning in the pit of her stomach.

Lobo sat next Yang. She didn't really care where she sat, as she hadn't really met anyone here. She just knew to avoid Loki, who was perpetually frowning. Surprisingly she wasn't scared, or even worried really. She had basically just been given a death sentence, but for some reason the fact didn't register properly. After all she knew she'd get out and come back to Sigma. Heck, she was probably more powerful on Varsia than she was here. Water conducts electricity, but for some reason Kargagna hadn't thought about that.

Echo stepped out of her room, her eyes focusing on the large spaceship in front of the girl. She had never seen anything so large. A jumbo jet may compare to the ship but nothing on Sigma would. When she heard her name be called she wondered what it was for. Her forest green eyes gave off a wondering look. What was going on? When Echo heard that she was being taken away ... Thanks to good ol' Ronny and Loki. Apperantly she powers were too ... powerful she guessed. If looks could kill ... She would be the only one standing. She wished to blow the ship away with the green muck that came shooting out of her body, but by the looks of the monster guards and the high tech security, she would be doing herself nothing at all.

She swallowed her last bit of homesickness and padded down the rickety stairs towards the ship. She glanced one last time at the musty, run-down, and smelly apartments she had been living in the past year or so and made her way back towards the ship. Echo gripped the metal staircase that took her into the holding centre. She flopped down next to was ever closest to the door. She glanced down at the floor and managed to keep herself positioned like that for the next little while.

Stupid Asses.

Ashton yawned as she padded out of her room. What the hell was going on? She flipped her long blonde hair past her shoulders and proceeded listening to the monster a few flights of stairs away. When her name was listed on the list of 'captured' she growled. Why? She cussed in her head. Wait ... Why? Why was she getting so work up over this? Sigma was growing boring and lame. Lame and boring. The same things every day. It seemed like life would never move on. And she was only 14ish. This would be a good thing. Weren't you supposed to look at things on the better side? Half full, not half empty? Right?

The corners of Ashtons mouth curled a tad as she pranced down the rusty stairs. Those apartments were a piece of shit anyways. The ship looked like a mansion on the beach compared to the apartments, which looked like cardboard boxes in Ashtons mind. "Oh well." she muttered to herself as she climbed up the staircase leading to the ship. As she climbed up it seemed as if she was one of the last people to come on. She sat in the only seat empty and waited for the journey to begin.

Muse low.

Kargagna looked at Ronny, the boy was mocking him by just standing here. He didn't have a defiant demeanor, so he wondered what the boy was doing exactly. Trying to slip by. He watched as the robots that were surrounding the apartment and the street outside it clicked their guns, ready to fire. He held up a hand, making them stop from completely obliterating the boy in one go. "Get on the ship, or I'll have them turn you into mist." he demanded, ushering the boy forward. He didn't want to have to get alien karate on his ass, but he would if it had to come to that. He had to get on this spaceship right now so as to not obstruct galactic traffic flow. He only had a set window of time before his warp gate would be taken over. Stopping him from getting to Varsia in a timely manner. If the boy came on the spaceship, Kargagna would walk into the pilot seat, and sit down, grabbing the controls getting ready for flight, the door closing almost automatically. If he didn't, well... His body would be heard to recognize.

Game looked at the girl beside him, with a bright, child like smile. Like a little boy might give his teacher on an enthusiastic first day of school. "Yo," he replied coolly, correcting his facial expression from creeper grin, to casual smirk. It hurt inside to keep his jolly side under wraps, but he knew he didn't want to come on as a freak to this new girl. It actually took him a few seconds before he realized that she wasn't just a new girl. She was his roommate. She. And he. Man, why didn't he take advantage of this when they weren't on a spaceship. Oh, that was right, he had been in the hospital. Damn Ilets. It seemed the universe despised him getting any relationship besides one with Adailia in it. A horrible thought that made him grimace with anger. "You're Nessa, right?" He wondered if she knew his name, with a mental shrug, he murmured, "I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Game." His mind didn't seem to be in the mood to give him a cool pickup line, so nerdy greeting was all that he had.

Ronny tensed automatically when the robots began to surround him, their guns pointing in his direction ready to fire and obliterate him off the face of Sigma, stopping him from interrupting their work. But before they fired the alien he thought would rather see him die than waste its time stopped them with a raised hand. He stayed tense, however, mind set on not going on the ship at all, though the promise of being turned into mist scared him. How do you turn someone into mist? It sounded unmistakably painful.

Even as the alien ushered him he resisted. Being shot to bits wasn't that bad. It happened to people all the time and they never complained. Disappointment seemed to go off in his head, but he didn't know where it came from and he didn't think about it. His fear made him resilient and painfully stubborn. "Get on the ship," he heard the voice growl in his head. He refused silently, his resistance strengthening as he did. "Do you want to die?" Rather than then step on there. Something seemed to flare up, one he couldn't place. It was a feeling of anger, but he himself wasn't angry. The sensation was odd, almost unbearable. "I have plans to exact before I let you die." he had no time to think before his body reacted oddly. Without his own command or even warning he began to go towards the stairs of the ship. It was like something grabbed him and forced him forward. It hurt too, hurt like roped digging into his skin and dragging him along the road, the other end tied to horses.

He tried to fight whatever was keeping him back, but ignorance seemed to make him weaker to. The times when his body hesitated happened more and more rarely, soon, he couldn't resist at all. Everything was at unknown command. He couldn't move his arms, his head, he couldn't even blink without wanting to. What is this!? He thought frantically, his fear rising with every step as his eyes stayed locked on the end destination. He became visibly afraid, breathing quickened and adrenaline rushing as the stages of stress hit him like high powered locomotives. He felt jumpy on his feet, them feeling like they had enough energy to take him to the other side of the planet, which he wanted to run to now, but he couldn't. All he could do was walk forward. Not even fearful yells could escape him. Everything that said no was forced into saying yes, and all he could do was comply. "This is obedience." The harsh voice made his heart race like it was competing with light.

Ronny was visibly trembling by the time He stepped onto the ship, planet there like he was cemented to the ground. It was a second before he could feel to force released from him and he immediately took action. He backed up, but instead of being greeted by the freedom he needed so badly he was stopped by the cold wall of the ship. Devastation and horror embraced him like two long lost friends. The emotions flared so violently that he could have fainted, but he didn't. He was going to be awake for this through and through. And suddenly he felt his body relax oddly and without warning he was struck with a large pain in his head. It was painful, unbearable. No creature could go through this pain and not die from it, but he barely winced at it, unable to. Frozen from fear and the being who would let him shut his eyes from this.

Blood trickled from his nose, the intensity of strain on his brain that he hadn't even triggered himself caused the vessel to leak. He didn't notice it thought. He was caught on too many things at once. Pressed closet than paper to the door of the craft, he didn't move. Didn't dare to go and take a seat. Too afraid. Too... stuck. Thinking was hardly an option and neither was crying. It was almost like they were unfathomable possibilities yet to be discovered... and he was a long way from development.

He wasn't focus on calming himself or keeping himself from hyperventilating. Just removing himself from the God Forsaken ship and back onto much more comfortable territory. These were aliens. They didn't have teleporters to beam them onto planets? But God knows that didn't cross his mind. Nothing cross his mind as his body shook and his legs begged to run, but to where...? There was no escape from this.

OOC: UNDO UNDO UNDO

Cheryl’s fingers pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her slightly. Game, certainly can’t live with him and can definitely life without him. But she ended getting stuck with him anyway. The theory of karma was always being reinforced. Her eyes wandered over the used and wore down spaceship interior. Kind of like an old public school bus in relation. She strode to the middle of the second row and passed by Loki. “Oh stop your pouting,” she muttered as she went by. They didn't need a failing pouter like Adailia on here. Three seats farther down was the least destroyed seat on the row. She gingerly sat down and crossed her legs. What to do now? She leaned back against the back of the seat and tried to think of something. Ronny looked like he was sure having fun over there. Blood coming from his nose and trying to melt into the wall. Kudos to him. Still didn't solve her own problem of the settling boredom.

WOO! Look at that fail post!

The black-haired boy looked up as someone sat next to him. A... Girl. He didn't say anything, noting that she looked kinda PO'd. He really didn't want to get beat up by a girl he didn't know. Plus if she did beat him up, it would most likely result in him using his powers and accidentally blowing the ship to bits. Uh huh. Yang was only really wondering when they would leave.

OOC: OH GAWD FAIL

Lobo sat with her head reclined against the back of her seat and her eyes closed. She hoped the ride to wherever they were going would be short. Sitting here doing nothing felt wrong somehow. Perhaps she'd feel better when they lifted off.

ooc: rushed, she wasn't doing anything... CHER MADE ME DO IT.

And...

LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!

"Game... that sounds familiar." Nessa tilted her head slightly, her forehead wrinkling slightly as she tried to remember. After a moment or so, it finally clicked. She sat up straight and grinned. "Game! You're my roommate, then?" She remembered the first day she came, looking around her destroyed debris-field-of-a-room, coming across the boy's name. She hadn't thought that Game was actually, well... his name. But it was a cool name, all the same.

"So, how come you weren't at the apartments?" She asked brightly, trying to strike up a conversation with the guy. He seemed really... introverted, with his quiet voice and seeming reluctance to say more than a few words at a time. She wished he would smile again; it made him seem like a whole different person.

... MEEEEOWFAIL. What Kiwii said! 8D

And. Liftoff! The spaceship was in the air, flying up into the sky with a strange ease for is great size and wide girth. The ship rattled as it broke through the atmosphere, careening through the stars at such a pace that it was almost unnatural. And well, alien.

Lift off speed: 9827 MPM (miles per minute). Acceleration: 92 miles every minute. Kargagna was really gunning this thing forward. Thought Game. It was an impressive speed for a spaceship of this size. He had expected it not to even get off the ground. And by the sound of the ship, that whistled through his ears, it was having a rough time of it. Mentally, he could feel the chug of the engine, every shake and rattle of the ship intensified to the pointed where he felt as if he was the one flying through space. An awkward feeling, that was for sure. Though a frown was etched on his face. His spaceship wasn't near as smooth as this, but it was remarkably faster. His mind was a buzz with the possibilities, if only he was back on Sigma, not in space. Cruel fate, always giving him ideas at the awkwardest of times. He wondered if he could track his half-destroyed spaceships signal from across the galaxy. From the crash landing, he had tucked it away in a place where no one would find it.

"Huh?" he asked as he looked back at Nessa, his mind returning to Earth, or... Spaceship. "Oh..." piecing together what Nessa had said. "I was, uh... In the hospital." he said with a nervous smile and shy scratch of his head. He glanced up at Cheryl who seemed more annoyed than usual. Man, what was her problem, that time of the month again! He turned away from the girl, to show the three scratch marks that had bled into his skin. They throbbed a pale white that contrasted his tan skin. Though, it wasn't as if three scratches had put him in the hospital. The thin purple vein that rain across both of them showed that it was poison that vexed him. "Nothing major though, just... Some alien thing." it seemed that everyone at one point had encountered some type of alien attack, him especially. His mind flew back to the spaceship, scanning its engines and machinery with a scrutinizing glare. Skavrovas Class 8 engine. Damaged wings. Disabled joint systems. God, I could make this thing so much better. Some boys like cars. Game had spaceships.

What did you just say? Loki thought to himself, hearing a girlish voice that he connected with D. Loki. Dumbass, it's that girl Cheryl. Did you see her face? She has the hots for you. Involuntarily, Loki blushed, the red flush faded with a rush of anger. Ha, she hates me. Both of us, so don't even think about flirting with her again. replied Loki. He glanced outside of the spaceship through one of the view ports, looking at the stars that whizzed by. He wondered what Varsia was like, especially in the summer time. He had heard that there was all kinds of beasts that would stoop to any level to get their meal. Even eating their own young. They were desperate when the inhabitants of Varsia hid away underwater, and so would eat anything. He wondered if Kargagna was hoping for this all along. If you don't pick up friends quick, you're fresh meat, literally. He'd hate to admit it, but D. Loki was correct, brains would not beat brawn in this manner.

OOC: Post again if you want, but the thread is over.