Serenity Down- IC Thread

[Mighty Roman]

Serenity Down Chapter 1
Burn the Lands and Boil the Seas
Within seconds of his alarm going off, Wesker leaped into action, ushering every man, woman, child and alien present onto a small hover carrier, only muttering two words throughout the entire process
"Hurry up"
There was no point in filling such an event with petty exchanges; this was simply an opportunity to get the job done, not a social outing.
The Agent removed his glove to active one of the many holographic panels coating the transporter. What he was doing seemed complex, with little to no crew members being able to keep up with the constant codes, finger print scans and commands the handler was inputting. At times, it was almost as if he guess what to do next; the flurry of fingers was so fast, so random, it couldn't be planned, could it? Yet, by some supreme intervention, the team slowly became airborne, steadily meandering down a stream of air towards the cargo ship. As swamp became forest, and forest became river, and river became swamp once more, minutes began to tick by... their destination growing ever closer
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Meanwhile- A Hologram Conversation, Somewhere in the Forest
"You know your mission, don't you?"

A almost robotic voice muttered, clearly concealed by some sort of voice changer. The figure bearing it was well concealed in shadow, only its silhouette being visible to its business partners

"Of course, I've you've told me time and time again; reach the ship, destroy the evidence, get back as soon as possible"
The second speaker carried no such discreetness, speaking in her pure, iconic tone. Her words were bitter, foul; she knew she was better than the man in shadow, better known, stronger, faster, smarter. But right now, she needed all the money she could get her hands on; disappearing is harder, and more expensive, than it seems
"And the rest of it?"
"Don't get caught, don't engage in combat, I understand perfectly; secrecy is all part of the deal"
Yes, part of the deal. How she had fallen, once making pure business deals, seeking to further her own agenda, and that of her associates...look at her now, reduced to a mere bounty hunter, working for her own bread. Damn Starling, damn the Queens, Damn it all. She had to make a name for herself all over again...no more Isabel Rochev, business woman and co-head of Queen Consolidated...she was someone, something, else...

"I am the Ravager, after all. Leaving no trace is what I do"
She terminated the call, and started her hunt
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At the Serenity- Everyone
A heavy clanging sound could be heard around the local area, as the steel capped boots of Albert Wesker slammed against the armored doors of the Serenity. These were blast doors, made to withstand any sort of attack; including a crash. They were truly titanic, several inches thick, with two layers of shielding, locking mechanisms and any other modifications the crew had put in place over the years. Their strength was undeniable, and their scrap value almost inconceivable; but they had one major weakness; age. Many years against infinity's great vacuum combined with a week in the vile acid swamps of Earth-That-Was had rendered them almost useless; all it would take was a right placed kick and....

There

The titanium gateway divided, instinctively springing back into a neutral position.

Patience may be a virtue, but it is no substitute for careful calculation. The artificial gravity should kick in any second now...

The cargo hold was the first sight to meet the eyes of the travelers, the first scraps of light reaching through past their shading bodies. It was filled with crate after crate, some shattered, some split, some completely intact. The once tidy area was now littered with whatever salvage had spilled out of those boxes, alongside any other slime or sludge that had poured in through the cracks. The wire bridges that hung above the heads of the travelers had been cut clean in half, as if they had been melted with some sort of blow torch. Akin to the bridge, many of the lights appeared to have been melted too, with specks of liquidized glass dropped around the area. Those that were still intact had long since been trained of electricity; aside from the light of the open hull door and whatever light they could make themselves, the crew appeared to be in the dark, both figuratively and literally

Something just felt...wrong, about this whole situation. It was unbelievably unnerving, even for Wesker.
"Proceed with caution" he whispered through gritted teeth "The Novas have sent probes down here, but no lived researchers; as a result, a lot of the shuttle is still un-mapped"
He had been in situations like this before, but only with advanced knowledge of the situation. He had grown so used to being the master manipulator, the genius who was always one step ahead- now he was just as lost as everyone else
"First things first, we need to get the back up power online; use the flashlights you were given back at base in the meantime. Remain close; we don't want any of you to get yourselves killed now, do we?"

It was clear that the travelers had man decisions to make,- they could take a look at some of the shattered crates, melted lights, explore the bridges or go further on into the ship

Current Crew
The Maker/ Reed Richards- @Mighty Roman
Index- @Thuro 116 Pendragon
River Tam @CookieMonster
Peter Quill/ Starlord and Cameron Goodkin @LuckycoolHawk9
Kiande Thei-de and Shaitan @Ringmaster
Spike Spiegel and a Xenomorph @T.O.M
Mikoto Misaka and Raildex @Verite
Battler Ushiromiya @Gibbons

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"Well you won't need to worry that. The smart will survive, and the fools will be the first to die. It's almost darwinian."Reed was a patient man, but he couldn't stand two things-stupidity and authority. Especially military. The former was because he wished to create a world where brilliance was a standard. The latter was because he'd been pushed around all his life-his father at home, the bullies at school, General Ross and his jackbooted thugs, who tried to weaponise everything he'd ever built. Always pushing him-until he pushed back. And look where it had got him. A rebuilt city, a new dimension to shape-but the loss of Earth-1610 still disturbed him.
But now was not the time for flashbacks and idle monologing. Now was the time for action. He decided to investigate the crates. He still had his flashlight with him, but chances were that his visor would suffice.
I'll investigate the crates, if anyone cares to join me.

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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

Where others interacted, he meditated.

A solitary shadow in the background, overlooked by the others in favor of the more flamboyant members. He was not here to impress nor to make friends. Called from his universe, the Shadow Guard had taken to these events with rather more apathy then the rest. His helmet prevented any reading of his features and in the brief time it was removed, it wasn't much better. His was the eyes of a dead man walking.

And dead men had no fear.

Leaning on his pike, staring into the darkness he stared silently. His near-silent breathing the only indication there was a living man beneath the armor and cloth.

And slowly, stepping forward into the darkness, he turned...Helmet cocked as he listened.

Even as at the back of the group, a taller figure stepped back. As alien as the Xenomorph and considerably more belligerent, his kind was known as yautja in their native tongue. But to humans of his universe, he was known as Spectre.

Whereas the Shadow Guard was willing to work with the group, Spectre regarded them with ill-hid disdain. Abominations such as the Xenomorph among other factors actually almost had him attack them outright, as a good yautja would.

Fortunately for all involved, considering he hunted Bad Bloods, there was a degree of a pliable nature within him. A situation like this far outweighed in terms of benefits if his race could use.

Entire new hunting grounds in which to stalk new, yet similar prey.

So even as his bio-mask analyzed the people around him, Spectre would be stepping away from the group, cloaking himself as he leaped away.

If there were survivors in the ship, the others would find them.

If they fled in the swamp?

There would be no hiding from him.

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The Yautja's bio mask would not only provide data on all of the present travelers, but picked up the presence of two lifeforms deep into the ship. Both were in the same area, a room several meters north of the Predator's current location, just within the range of a thermal scan. Further analysis would reveal the one of the two was wounded, and greatly so, with its condition deteriorating by the second....​

"I didn't believe it at first, pal. Little green men in space, right? Well, turns out they're not only real but they're not so little. I'd also say it'd be a bit far fetched to call this thing a man. More like a dog. If a dog had acid for blood, razor sharp tail, and the only thing keeping it at bay is a modified dog whistle."​

"Never underestimate such creatures, Spike" Wesker muttered in his usual monotone. "That 'Dog' is most likely more powerful than you or I, on instinctual levels alone" As much as he hated to admit it, the sheer power of a Xenomorph could rival even the strength Uroboros gave him. It was almost embarrassing how much times had changed....even a man with Godhood in his reach could be toppled by a monster so far from it....

"..You ever hear of the expression 'take a picture it'll last longer?' Why don't you go and do that? Seeing you and this thing look eye to face is kinda giving me bad vibes."

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The Agent removed his glasses slowly, polishing them upon his shirt. His response was plain, bitter, deadpan, almost...sarcastic? "There is a first time for everything, m'boy"

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Only a few minutes into the damn thing and he already lost track of the highly dangerous extraterrestrial-Oh. Feeling something wet fall down onto his hair, Spike glanced up and saw the xenomorph glancing back down at him from the ceiling. Gritting his teeth at how disgusting getting alien saliva on him was, Spike couldn't help but think that was the creature's way of getting back at him for earlier. Well, it may have been gross but it was better than it trying to bite/maul him at least. He hadn't been informed that these things could cling to walls but he supposed it wouldn't hurt anything. If the thing tried to sneak off then he'd blow the whistle and he'd hear it's wails a mile away.

Shooting a hiss down Spike's way along with some more drool, the xenomorph continued to crawl along the ceiling. The dark was it's element. It was here that it could sneak around to it's heart content and it's enemies would be none the wiser. While it was up on the ceiling however, it made it's way towards the melted lights. It had seen the effect it's blood had on the floor and such, were there other members of it's race around? Trying to form their own hive? It couldn't hurt to check.


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@LuckycoolHawk9
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@Verite
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"I thought you were keeping a leash on the Xenomorph, Spike! The last thing we need is that saliva contaminating our evidence!!"
Oh, how ready had he been. Albert had been so very prepared to open fire at the beast, removing his trusted sawed-off-"Hydra"-shotgun and blast it from the ceiling; send that beast back to hell. He could call it an environmental hazard on the report, say he had no choice, that there was no way out.

Instead, he gave the beast a chance. Of course, he had meant what he had stated before; the alien was instinctively driven. Perhaps it had gained some sort of lead, a scent perhaps, that could provide some incite on the case

All things happen for a reason, Albert...Mal would not have sent for the Xenomorph unless absolutely necessary...

Besides, if it killed everyone in the room, it would hardly be his fault...legally speaking...

"Those lights..." The Handler whispered through gritted teeth "Some of them have been scorched by blaster fire...judging by the varying angles, looks like both sides put up a pretty good fight" The man pointed towards the ceiling, tracing along the air, following all the scorchmarks. "A whole lot of misfires from what I can tell...unless they crew were attacked from above...."

But the real question was...by what?


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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

"Well you won't need to worry that. The smart will survive, and the fools will be the first to die. It's almost darwinian."Reed was a patient man, but he couldn't stand two things-stupidity and authority. Especially military. The former was because he wished to create a world where brilliance was a standard. The latter was because he'd been pushed around all his life-his father at home, the bullies at school, General Ross and his jackbooted thugs, who tried to weaponise everything he'd ever built. Always pushing him-until he pushed back. And look where it had got him. A rebuilt city, a new dimension to shape-but the loss of Earth-1610 still disturbed him.
But now was not the time for flashbacks and idle monologing. Now was the time for action. He decided to investigate the crates. He still had his flashlight with him, but chances were that his visor would suffice.
I'll investigate the crates, if anyone cares to join me.

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At closer inspection, the Maker would find that the crates lining the cargo deck had taken some serious damage, just like the room lighting. Though many of them hadn't been in the greatest condition to begin with, the majority clearly having been reused several times, almost all of them had been riddled with bullet and blaster holes. A scorched hand print sat upon the rim of box closest to Doctor Richards, heavily implying that they had once been used as cover midway through a firefight, the target suffering from incineration. Seeming through some of the holes came a glowing green liquid of thick consistency, followed by a bitter sweet odor. It appeared to be a drug of sorts, but nothing any of the crew members had ever seen before....

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Peter Quill weighed his options for a moment. Wherever he went, he had a feeling the little girl was going to follow him and that was saying something too. To one degree, he knew that looking through the are people already were wouldn't get him any other brownie points with Wesker or the Maker, both of which seemed to hate him beside. He took a brief moment and looked up.

Yup, the Xenomorph was indeed on the ceiling so he didn't have to worry about the melted lights. It seemed the Maker was expecting some crates for one thing and well, the little girl, he was pretty sure that she was still clinging to his coat since he hadn't seen her move. Well, there was only one thing left to do, he turned right.

Yup, the rest of the ship, trapped in the dark it was, it seemed. He went deeper into the ship.

Cameron looked around and noticed that everyone was still here looking around. The very creepy Xenomorph was on the ceiling, The maker was by the crate, Wesker was around and Quill seemed to be going deeper into the ship. He decided to go explore the bridge, maybe they missed something. As if he didn't need anything else to go wrong, he was remind of something that made him weaker than even a normal human. He decided that after a brief of moment he would investigate the bridge.

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[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

"'MISAKA's name is not Misaka Misaka.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries getting frustrated at Quill-Kun." The girl stomped her foot in frustration and waved her arms dramatically. "'MISAKA's name is Last Order, serial model 2001 of the Sisters project.' Says MISAKA as MISAKA tries to explain to the space hero."

"MISAKA don't like this place.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries to look-..."

That thought was abruptly cut off as Last Order heard a familiar voice. Letting go off Quill, she ran to the voice, a girl that happened to look exactly like her, only older. She was arguing with another girl her age, Dark Matter if the little girl remembered her information from the Misaka Network right, though, it was hard to remember since she couldn't directly access the Network from across dimensions.

When the Railgun turned away from her to the other girl, that was when Last Order launched the most deadly tool in her inventory.

She jumped onto Misaka's back :|

"'Misaka-Sama shouldn't be stressed. MISAKA is going to hang on your back until you feel better.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries to cheer up MISAKA's older sister by being cute."

:D

"You're a... Sister?"

"'Serial number 2001.' MISAKA says cheerfully MISAKA tries hanging off her back."

Last Order, despite being incredibly observant and intelligent for someone her age, was also still a child. So, when her progenitor, the original base DNA that all twenty thousand clones had been created from, suddenly showed up, Last Order's world suddenly got a whole lot simpler. Misaka-Sama would take care of everything and blast these bad guys away.

"You shall not be going home, child, not until this investigation has been finished. Am I clear?"

From her safe hiding perch on Misaka's back, Last Order simply taunted the stiff military man. "'MISAKA doesn't want to go home anymore. MISAKA's older sister will protect MISAKA and railgun you if you try to hurt MISAKA.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries taunting the nasty soldier safe from her sister's back."

Assuming that Misaka didn't try to dislodge her, Last Order would try to ride with Misaka all the way as they boarded the ship. Sisters give piggyback rides yo.

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[Ringmaster]

The Yautja's bio mask would not only provide data on all of the present travelers, but picked up the presence of two lifeforms deep into the ship. Both were in the same area, a room several meters north of the Predator's current location, just within the range of a thermal scan. Further analysis would reveal the one of the two was wounded, and greatly so, with its condition deteriorating by the second....

The Predator couldn't care less. What had happened within the ship was their problem, that of his 'comrades'. None of them, save the Xenomorph looked to be worthy prey of any sort and all of their readings showed only strange powers. Freaks in other words, perhaps passable prey if he only could see them in action. At any rate, taken from his home universe? No matter where he was, he was yautja. He was no dog to come running unlike the Hard Meat here, at the bid of some master with a whistle. : |

If they wanted his help, he would offer it his way.

The ship crashed and while the others investigated, the Predator split from the party.

Cloaked and on the prowl, he began to investigate the wilderness around the crash site.

If it was an accident of the fools who flew the crash, then it was of little consequence to him.

If it was an attack? There was a possibility the ones outside the ship may be targets of those who sought to finish the job.

The Predator would be waiting....

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The Shadow Guard paused....There was a ripple in the force, a sense of pain and quickly he moved off in the direction the wounded figures were, using the Force to find them. A slice of his pike to move debris if any out of his way and he would be first if successfuly, for the first time speaking aloud to the earshot of the group. His voice was modulated by the synthesizer of his helmet...Flat, robotic as he intoned.

"We have a survivor."

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[Verite]

That thought was abruptly cut off as Last Order heard a familiar voice. Letting go off Quill, she ran to the voice, a girl that happened to look exactly like her, only older. She was arguing with another girl her age, Dark Matter if the little girl remembered her information from the Misaka Network right, though, it was hard to remember since she couldn't directly access the Network from across dimensions.

When the Railgun turned away from her to the other girl, that was when Last Order launched the most deadly tool in her inventory.

She jumped onto Misaka's back :|

"'Misaka-Sama shouldn't be stressed. MISAKA is going to hang on your back until you feel better.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries to cheer up MISAKA's older sister by being cute."

:D

"'Serial number 2001.' MISAKA says cheerfully MISAKA tries hanging off her back."

Last Order, despite being incredibly observant and intelligent for someone her age, was also still a child. So, when her progenitor, the original base DNA that all twenty thousand clones had been created from, suddenly showed up, Last Order's world suddenly got a whole lot simpler. Misaka-Sama would take care of everything and blast these bad guys away.

From her safe hiding perch on Misaka's back, Last Order simply taunted the stiff military man. "'MISAKA doesn't want to go home anymore. MISAKA's older sister will protect MISAKA and railgun you if you try to hurt MISAKA.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries taunting the nasty soldier safe from her sister's back."

Assuming that Misaka didn't try to dislodge her, Last Order would try to ride with Misaka all the way as they boarded the ship. Sisters give piggyback rides yo.

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Whoom.

Before Misaka knew it, it would seem that the little girl, indeed identifying as a Sister (and thankfully, not as some bizarre, younger version of the real Misaka from another world or something), would suddenly jump on her back like the clingy child that she presented herself to be. The warm touch of the little girl, along with the act of being hugged at all, gave Misaka some pause.

Admittedly, quite some time had passed after the first Level 6 Shift project with Accelerator, but... You didn't forget those things so quickly. Even months later, the sights of the dead Sisters that she had failed to protect continued to haunt her. Looking at this little girl, she wondered... If she really was one of the Sisters, then that meant that eventually, it would have been her turn for Accelerator to...

Misaka frowned at her own thoughts, deciding to stop right there. Even just the thought of the Accelerator endangering a small child...

Would even he be able to stoop that low? I wonder... I wonder what would happen if he'd meet her. Would he have gone through some heel face turn or would he have... Would he have...

Well, she didn't dare entertain the possibility of the latter. What did happen in reality continued to haunt her, after all. Even after that spiky-haired boy saved them all by defeating him. That stupid, reckless, thoughtless, needlessly altruistic, brave, protective Level 0 that she was eternally grateful for.

...

Uhh, right! Right! Back on track!

Looking back at Last Order, giving a somewhat uneasy smile, the so-called progenitor began to speak. "H-Hey, ah... Okay, let's not be so hasty here. Let's just hope we won't have to resort to using the Railgun on anyone if we're all supposed to be working together. Isn't that right, sis?"

She personally didn't want to call the girl by her serial code, even if that was how she identified herself, so Misaka decided to just settle for sisterly nouns instead. Besides, they looked (a little too much) like real sisters anyway, so what the hey?

"..."

While that was going on, Misaki looked down, her hair obscuring her face as she said nothing. Her thoughts were a mystery, as though the appearance of a younger Sister had unexpectedly affected her emotionally as well. However, it would seem that she would keep whatever memory was brought back up to herself, as in no time, it would seem that the Number Five would return to her usual demeanor, the girl suddenly raising her chin and letting out a delighted laugh.

"Myyyyyy, aren't you just the cutest? If only your big sister could act as cute, especially with a face like that!☆" Misaki said playfully with a giggle, acting rather polite to Last Order, in stark contrast to how she usually treated Misaka, though it would seem that she still had time to fit in a jab at Misaka, "I hope we can get along!~"

Of course, before anything more could happen, shit would go down as it would seem that a mission would start up. Looks like they really were stuck here helping them... do whatever, hmm? Well, fine. There was no use complaining anyway, especially since it seemed like the rest of the people here seemed to be in the same situation as the two Espers.

Misaka just hoped that she would actually be able to get home at all.

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With that being said, intending to stay away from the creepy as hell Xenomorph (that the afro guy claimed was not just a guy in a suit, horrifyingly enough), Shokuhou and Misaka, with Last Order presumably still on her back, would decide to follow Quill, also going further into the ship, as the guy seemed to be one of the more "normal" individuals around.

"Dear me, how unsettling. Must we really go down this path?" Shokuhou whined.

"You're the one who wanted to follow. Don't like it? Go hang out with that alien thing then. Test out for yourself if it's actually a human in a suit."

"... I think I'll stick here, on second thought."

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[Chewy Rabbits]

"Never underestimate such creatures, Spike" Wesker muttered in his usual monotone. "That 'Dog' is most likely more powerful than you or I, on instinctual levels alone" As much as he hated to admit it, the sheer power of a Xenomorph could rival even the strength Uroboros gave him. It was almost embarrassing how much times had changed....even a man with Godhood in his reach could be toppled by a monster so far from it....

"Well, when you put it like that..It almost sounds scary."

Spike didn't seem to really grasp the sheer threat that the Xenomorph posed in Wesker's eyes. But in truth, he did and really? He wasn't too concerned about it. If this thing got loose and if it were to kill him? Then, that'd be one less thing to worry about. Not that he wanted this thing getting loose because it's main priority above turning everyone here into it's hive's personal babymakers was getting the hell out of here and if it left? It took Spike's money with it and by extension his food for the week.
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"I thought you were keeping a leash on the Xenomorph, Spike! The last thing we need is that saliva contaminating our evidence!!"
Oh, how ready had he been. Albert had been so very prepared to open fire at the beast, removing his trusted sawed-off-"Hydra"-shotgun and blast it from the ceiling; send that beast back to hell. He could call it an environmental hazard on the report, say he had no choice, that there was no way out.

Instead, he gave the beast a chance. Of course, he had meant what he had stated before; the alien was instinctively driven. Perhaps it had gained some sort of lead, a scent perhaps, that could provide some incite on the case

All things happen for a reason, Albert...Mal would not have sent for the Xenomorph unless absolutely necessary...

Besides, if it killed everyone in the room, it would hardly be his fault...legally speaking...

"Those lights..." The Handler whispered through gritted teeth "Some of them have been scorched by blaster fire...judging by the varying angles, looks like both sides put up a pretty good fight" The man pointed towards the ceiling, tracing along the air, following all the scorchmarks. "A whole lot of misfires from what I can tell...unless they crew were attacked from above...."

But the real question was...by what?

That certainly caught Spike's attention however.

"I don't know what you're getting all bent out of shape about! I'm the one it drooled on! Besides.." Spike exclaimed in annoyance as he pulled out a wad of xenomorph drool from his hair. "I doubt this'll mess up anything other than someone's hair day." Jokes these may have been, light-hearted as they were, Spike took his job's mission dead seriously. If Wesker had opened fire on the Xenomorph, Spike had no qualms about taking the Agent down. Or at least trying to kick the guy's ass. Because if he went and blew the head of his walking moneybag clean off then the acid could have done a hell of a lot worse and he'd also be out of a job.

The xenomorph hissed down at Wesker all the while taking into account what he'd said about the lights. So these weren't a result of it's kin. Then it seemed like it was still on it's own for the moment. But there was nothing more to be garnered from these lights if it seemed like humans were the ones behind them being melted. Hopping down from the ceiling, the creature landed on it's feet and stood up to it's full height next to Spike. A bit startled by the creature's unexpected drop down, Spike nearly dropped his new cigarette. "Why don't you watch where you're going-"

As Spike recovered from the near fumble, he noticed on the wall there seemed to be some kind of sign.

[NO SMOKING]

"Oh, bite me.." Spike growled as he flicked his cigarette away and the xenomorph looked at him with it's inner jaw slowly eeking out. Quickly reaching for his whistle, SPike held it up to his mouth while shooting the alien a withering glare.

"Didn't mean that literally, big guy."

The Xenomorph hissed disdainfully at Spike before retracting it's inner jaw as it perked up at the Shadow Guard's statement. Extending it's arm blades just in case, the xenomorph started to talk off towards the survivors..

"HISSSS..."

Watching the Alien wander off, Spike flashed a peace sign to Wesker before quickly following in step aside the Xeno.

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[Gibbons]

Battler accepted Spike's words to a degree. For now he'd simply go along with it, as long as it was kept under control. He'd had enough being stressed out about it already anyway.

What to do then? Exploring the ship wasn't a bad idea. There were apparently traces of a fight. What happened? Had somebody been killed? Battler decided to keep that in mind as he continued walking around, scanning the area to try to figure out what was going on.

Then someone called out about a survivor.

"Huh? Survivor?" he asked aloud.

A battle before he'd even arrived couldn't be helped. However, he wasn't going to let anyone die if he could help it. The Endless Sorcerer made for the survivors, even if it meant following that disgusting alien creature.

No. It was actually because that alien was going for the survivor he had to go. If the first thing the survivor saw was something like that, they'd be scared out of their wits and helping them would become a giant hassle. Not to mention the possibility of the thing actually killing the survivor. Thus he quickly made to get to the survivor the Shadow Guard had mentioned.

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[Ringmaster]

The Xenomorph hissed disdainfully at Spike before retracting it's inner jaw as it perked up at the Shadow Guard's statement. Extending it's arm blades just in case, the xenomorph started to talk off towards the survivors..

"HISSSS..."

Watching the Alien wander off, Spike flashed a peace sign to Wesker before quickly following in step aside the Xeno.​

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"Huh? Survivor?" he asked aloud.

A battle before he'd even arrived couldn't be helped. However, he wasn't going to let anyone die if he could help it. The Endless Sorcerer made for the survivors, even if it meant following that disgusting alien creature.

No. It was actually because that alien was going for the survivor he had to go. If the first thing the survivor saw was something like that, they'd be scared out of their wits and helping them would become a giant hassle. Not to mention the possibility of the thing actually killing the survivor. Thus he quickly made to get to the survivor the Shadow Guard had mentioned.

The Shadow Guard was already kneeling, weapon placed within easy reach as he ignored the horror approaching with clicking claws. As the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, he spoke in the same, synthetic tones. Not a trace of worry nor empathy filled the voice and the posture radiated readiness only...A human, turned and molded into a machine.

What could do that to a man?

His hand, gloved would be stroking along the head of the wounded figure...A creepily intimate looking gesture from the Shadow Guard.

"Is there anyone among us, who might identify this figure?"


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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

The Predator couldn't care less. What had happened within the ship was their problem, that of his 'comrades'. None of them, save the Xenomorph looked to be worthy prey of any sort and all of their readings showed only strange powers. Freaks in other words, perhaps passable prey if he only could see them in action. At any rate, taken from his home universe? No matter where he was, he was yautja. He was no dog to come running unlike the Hard Meat here, at the bid of some master with a whistle. : |

If they wanted his help, he would offer it his way.

The ship crashed and while the others investigated, the Predator split from the party.

Cloaked and on the prowl, he began to investigate the wilderness around the crash site.

If it was an accident of the fools who flew the crash, then it was of little consequence to him.

If it was an attack? There was a possibility the ones outside the ship may be targets of those who sought to finish the job.

The Predator would be waiting....

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The Shadow Guard paused....There was a ripple in the force, a sense of pain and quickly he moved off in the direction the wounded figures were, using the Force to find them. A slice of his pike to move debris if any out of his way and he would be first if successfuly, for the first time speaking aloud to the earshot of the group. His voice was modulated by the synthesizer of his helmet...Flat, robotic as he intoned.

"We have a survivor."

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"Well, when you put it like that..It almost sounds scary."

Spike didn't seem to really grasp the sheer threat that the Xenomorph posed in Wesker's eyes. But in truth, he did and really? He wasn't too concerned about it. If this thing got loose and if it were to kill him? Then, that'd be one less thing to worry about. Not that he wanted this thing getting loose because it's main priority above turning everyone here into it's hive's personal babymakers was getting the hell out of here and if it left? It took Spike's money with it and by extension his food for the week.
​

That certainly caught Spike's attention however.

"I don't know what you're getting all bent out of shape about! I'm the one it drooled on! Besides.." Spike exclaimed in annoyance as he pulled out a wad of xenomorph drool from his hair. "I doubt this'll mess up anything other than someone's hair day." Jokes these may have been, light-hearted as they were, Spike took his job's mission dead seriously. If Wesker had opened fire on the Xenomorph, Spike had no qualms about taking the Agent down. Or at least trying to kick the guy's ass. Because if he went and blew the head of his walking moneybag clean off then the acid could have done a hell of a lot worse and he'd also be out of a job.

The xenomorph hissed down at Wesker all the while taking into account what he'd said about the lights. So these weren't a result of it's kin. Then it seemed like it was still on it's own for the moment. But there was nothing more to be garnered from these lights if it seemed like humans were the ones behind them being melted. Hopping down from the ceiling, the creature landed on it's feet and stood up to it's full height next to Spike. A bit startled by the creature's unexpected drop down, Spike nearly dropped his new cigarette. "Why don't you watch where you're going-"

As Spike recovered from the near fumble, he noticed on the wall there seemed to be some kind of sign.

[NO SMOKING]

"Oh, bite me.." Spike growled as he flicked his cigarette away and the xenomorph looked at him with it's inner jaw slowly eeking out. Quickly reaching for his whistle, SPike held it up to his mouth while shooting the alien a withering glare.

"Didn't mean that literally, big guy."

The Xenomorph hissed disdainfully at Spike before retracting it's inner jaw as it perked up at the Shadow Guard's statement. Extending it's arm blades just in case, the xenomorph started to talk off towards the survivors..

"HISSSS..."

Watching the Alien wander off, Spike flashed a peace sign to Wesker before quickly following in step aside the Xeno.

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Outside the Ship- @Ringmaster

The world outside the shuttle was warm, unbelievably so; whatever had happened to Earth, it made midday feel like sitting in the mouth of a volcano. The stenches were far worse now, the toxins magnified by the changing in temperature, awaking much more movement in the sludge.

A small abnormality would catch the eye of the Predator, a collection of shaking branches within one of the trees. Perhaps it was just the wind? Or maybe it was something more...
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Inside the Tree- NPC Post

Isabel stared down from her tree top perch, not daring to blink. There had been....a complication in her mission. Getting in and out unseen was no longer an option, especially with all the commotion occurring at the only viable entry point of the ship. She had to think of someway around the problem...find some way to complete her task...

Wait

Something was...

Off

With Mirakuru flooding every fiber of her being, combined with her additional training at the hands of the League, even the smallest change stuck out like a sore thumb; to her, a needle in a haystack shined as if it were the sun. Even that patch of diverging grass, the dipping of the sludge the size of feet, caught her eyes.

Someone, or something, was there, and it didn't want to be seen.

Get in and out...Don't get caught

Leaving no witnesses would not count as getting caught...technically speaking.

The Ravager wrapped her gloved hands around the handle of her Katana, ready to strike against the cloaked being as soon as possible...whether it was about to attack or flee, she would be ready....

Inside the Ship @Ringmaster @T.O.M. @Everyone Else
The wounded figure coughed and wheezed, spitting blood along the Sith Lord's arm. He was crying silently, the tears mixing in with his other fluids to make a stench so foul it could rival the rest of the planet.

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The blood loss, the pain it had been too much; the man was slowly drifting into the all too welcoming arms of insanity, his words repeating like a broken record. Through all the blood, onlookers could find that the man wore a plain grey shirt, rapped in a Hawaiian jacket a color that could only match his pale, near dead skin in purity

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The spluttering continued


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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Peter Quill wasn't sticking around to see the victim at first, but he decided to head back and saw the man. He seemed very different and was very paranoid about everything that was happening about it. He looked at him and wondered if anyone knew him. Maybe the silent River knew something or perhaps their walking pop culture machine knew something know. He was silent as he considered how they could approach the man without something going wrong too.

Cameron tilted his head trying to remember names as he was a firefly fan. He looked like the one with the strange name. "I might. I think that's Wash," he muttered. " Am I right?" He asked, addressing the man. He was happy that they had found him before anyone got too lost.

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[Chewy Rabbits]

"Huh? Survivor?" he asked aloud.

A battle before he'd even arrived couldn't be helped. However, he wasn't going to let anyone die if he could help it. The Endless Sorcerer made for the survivors, even if it meant following that disgusting alien creature.

No. It was actually because that alien was going for the survivor he had to go. If the first thing the survivor saw was something like that, they'd be scared out of their wits and helping them would become a giant hassle. Not to mention the possibility of the thing actually killing the survivor. Thus he quickly made to get to the survivor the Shadow Guard had mentioned.

"Oh hey, it's you again. Feelin better?"

Spike didn't really know this guy enough to say more than that. But he was glad to see he seemed to have calmed down from earlier. Spike knew that people wouldn't be fond towards the alien, something he could totally understand. If he wasn't being paid to protect/watch over this thing then he'd be on the first ship out of here. But as long as there was a hefty price tag to the xenomorph's head that made it worth keeping alive then Spike had to swallow his concerns and do his job.

For it's part the xenomorph gave a brief hiss in Battler's direction but otherwise didn't acknowledge the sorceror. It was just another human who didn't seem to care for the alien. If that eventually ended up coming down to violence then the xenomorph would not hesitate, it would not show mercy. It would survive this and continue to live to make a new hive for it's queen.
​

"Is there anyone among us, who might identify this figure?"

Inside the Ship @Ringmaster @T.O.M. @Everyone Else
The wounded figure coughed and wheezed, spitting blood along the Sith Lord's arm. He was crying silently, the tears mixing in with his other fluids to make a stench so foul it could rival the rest of the planet.

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The blood loss, the pain it had been too much; the man was slowly drifting into the all too welcoming arms of insanity, his words repeating like a broken record. Through all the blood, onlookers could find that the man wore a plain grey shirt, rapped in a Hawaiian jacket a color that could only match his pale, near dead skin in purity

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The spluttering continued

"Can't say I have a damn clue who this guy is. But given the state he's in, can't say I envy him either."

What a pain in the ass this whole thing was turning out to be. If he wasn't being drooled on by the alien, being nagged about keeping the thing on it's leash, he had people like this poor sap to worry about. But they weren't going to get anywhere fast if they kept standing around here, listening to the guy's mutterings.

"Less you guys think you can wrangle something from him, I think this guy might be a lost cause."

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[Ringmaster]

The world outside the shuttle was warm, unbelievably so; whatever had happened to Earth, it made midday feel like sitting in the mouth of a volcano. The stenches were far worse now, the toxins magnified by the changing in temperature, awaking much more movement in the sludge.

A small abnormality would catch the eye of the Predator, a collection of shaking branches within one of the trees. Perhaps it was just the wind? Or maybe it was something more...​

The world on which his kind had evolved was far more hotter and desolate then most. Their habits of coming to earth during its greatest heatwaves was as much for comfort as it was ritual.

To the elite predator, this climate was especially pleasant- could potential prey say the same? Speaking of which..... The movement of the trees intrigued Spectre.

Especially how it moved out of sync with the trees. An adjustment of his mask and-aha.

-found you.

The plasmacaster roared and the swamp erupted with the savage roar of the Hunts primal beginning as the projectile flew for his preys hiding place.

Give him a good hunt!

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The wounded figure coughed and wheezed, spitting blood along the Sith Lord's arm. He was crying silently, the tears mixing in with his other fluids to make a stench so foul it could rival the rest of the planet.

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The blood loss, the pain it had been too much; the man was slowly drifting into the all too welcoming arms of insanity, his words repeating like a broken record. Through all the blood, onlookers could find that the man wore a plain grey shirt, rapped in a Hawaiian jacket a color that could only match his pale, near dead skin in purity

"They took them...they took them all...they took them..."

The Shadow Guard ignored the blood, save to intone dispassionately as before.

"Internal bleeding. He will perish without further aid."

His hands moved to Wash's chest, eerily remaining there as he gave no explanation nor insight as to why...Or how he knew.

"Inform the Nova Corps that we are bringing in a survivor and to prep for emergency aid."​

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[Cromartie Sarkissian]

The world on which his kind had evolved was far more hotter and desolate then most. Their habits of coming to earth during its greatest heatwaves was as much for comfort as it was ritual.

To the elite predator, this climate was especially pleasant- could potential prey say the same? Speaking of which..... The movement of the trees intrigued Spectre.

Especially how it moved out of sync with the trees. An adjustment of his mask and-aha.

-found you.

The plasmacaster roared and the swamp erupted with the savage roar of the Hunts primal beginning as the projectile flew for his preys hiding place.

Give him a good hunt!

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Outside the Ship-Ravager

Ravager

A small smile crawled across Isabel's lips the moment her suspicions had been realized. It was almost ironic really- death was inevitable, it had happened before and it would happen again soon enough- yet a certain rush still came with its immanency. Live, fight, die- that was the cycle she was living, and would keep living, as long as she still had vengeance to seek

"You wanna play, huh? Let's play"

Her words were cold and heartless. The emotionless killer, driven by revenge; the only path that could muster such a tone.

The all too familiar screech of steel against sheath filled Rochev's ears once more, bringing a sense of bliss to her system. The blade cut through the air with ease, her incredible strength forcing the steel to her eye line within the blink of an eye. It was time..time to go all out...leave no witnesses

The Predator would find the body of the killer flipping through the air, twisting her slender frame in such a way to avoid the initial projectiles. Within the blink of a human eye, the Ravager was within striking ranger, marked by the simple click of her boots against stone, her blade, swiftly flying toward the alien's stomach​

The Shadow Guard ignored the blood, save to intone dispassionately as before.

"Internal bleeding. He will perish without further aid."

His hands moved to Wash's chest, eerily remaining there as he gave no explanation nor insight as to why...Or how he knew.

"Inform the Nova Corps that we are bringing in a survivor and to prep for emergency aid."​

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Wesker

No matter the strength of a man's facade, there are some things nobody can hide; the most prominent being concern, fear and love. The later-most had not been experienced by the agent within remembered history, and the second was not a word in his vocabulary. Yet the foremost...now, that was something all too common in his line of work; no matter how hard one can try to remain detached, emotionally removed from a case, a little bit of caring always seeps through... a little bit of weakness

"I'm one step ahead, Sith" Wesker whispered, tapping out a command on his radio, before pressing it to his lips

"Wesker to base, we have a situation. There is a 227 in progress, a survivor has been found. Injuries are severe, a large impaling to the lower abdomen. Loosing blood fast. Send med team ASAP"

There was always something to be concerned about, especially on missions like these.

"Something is wrong" The handler muttered, throwing his radio aside, too impatient to wait for a response. His free hand found its way to the wounded subject's forehead "This glass, it appear to have been reinforced with carbonite, most likely being taken from the med-bay." Of course; the frontal bridge of the ship used glass reinforced with force fields, and the crew never had enough credits to spare to maintain too fields at once "That means whatever happened here was no accident; someone has carried this glass across the ship, to kill him without using a personal weapon..." there was no blood trail...it had to be the case...

More cause for concern- this was an attempted murder, and whoever committed the crime must have gotten in after the probe's scan, but before the travelers arrived; they must still be in the area....

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Albert cried, gathering the attention of all who were still within the area "We most likely have a killer on the loose; he or she is either on the ship, or in the local area. We need to divide our focus, create a perimeter. Some of us need to take this man down the the medbay" His eyes fell the Cameron; he seemed to be used to the field of medicine... and if the man passed away, his skills could prove useful "The rest need to keep an eye on the wildlife; this mission just escalated to a LV2 priority"

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Mobile post, will tidy up later​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Peter arched an eyebrow as he had a feeling that something was very wrong when he looked at the dying man.

He felt that there was something off about the man too and he looked at the ground too wondering what else there was to say. He watched as Wesker moved over to the glass that had been taken from the med bay, that wasn't a good sign in the slightest. If he had not noticed that everything was going so wrong then people would notice how strange that was. There was a person who wanted to kill them which meant that this crash might not have been an accident in the slightest, someone wanted this to happen and that worried the Starlord. Had this always been a rescue mission or had it just recently become one too? He took a deep breath too.


The person had to be close by, they weren't about to escape this Earth without someone bringing them back home or them hiding out on this ship in some way shape or form which made things much worse too.

Cameron took a brief moment and paused. A killer was amongst them and he had gotten so used to tracking killers that he had become numb to that phrase. Between the stitching and investigating he had already found a good deal of murders without even meaning to do so. "I think I will help bring him to the medbay," he said, knowing that his work in neuroscience and his work as a MIT might come in handy and if Wash died .. . . . . well then, they would be stitching into the mind too for a brief moment. He paused.

The Starlord looked over. " If he dies . . . . you know, be careful," he said. " I am going to stay here and find the killer whoever she or he is," he said.

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[Ringmaster]

"You wanna play, huh? Let's play"

Her words were cold and heartless. The emotionless killer, driven by revenge; the only path that could muster such a tone.

The all too familiar screech of steel against sheath filled Rochev's ears once more, bringing a sense of bliss to her system. The blade cut through the air with ease, her incredible strength forcing the steel to her eye line within the blink of an eye. It was time..time to go all out...leave no witnesses

The Predator would find the body of the killer flipping through the air, twisting her slender frame in such a way to avoid the initial projectiles. Within the blink of a human eye, the Ravager was within striking ranger, marked by the simple click of her boots against stone, her blade, swiftly flying toward the alien's stomach​

SNICKT-SNICKT

From both wrists, the savage blades of which he had devoted himself to mastery emerged, called to battle at the promise of worthy prey. This one had decided to engage him, in hand-to-hand combat. What else could he do, but answer it?

His first move was to wait, then like a matador with a bull, sidestep and bring both wristblades down- The intent being to catch her blade in between both of his own, before he twisted hard to get a grip and pulled. If successful, the result being in either the sword ripped out of her hands and into the swamp....Or tossing her, into the swamp.

At which point, he'd play back the following. A looming, primal figure like some dark god from the neolithic days of man as he played her own words back.

"Lets play!"

@Cromartie Sarkissian
​

"I'm one step ahead, Sith" Wesker whispered, tapping out a command on his radio, before pressing it to his lips

"Wesker to base, we have a situation. There is a 227 in progress, a survivor has been found. Injuries are severe, a large impaling to the lower abdomen. Loosing blood fast. Send med team ASAP"

There was always something to be concerned about, especially on missions like these.

"Something is wrong" The handler muttered, throwing his radio aside, too impatient to wait for a response. His free hand found its way to the wounded subject's forehead "This glass, it appear to have been reinforced with carbonite, most likely being taken from the med-bay." Of course; the frontal bridge of the ship used glass reinforced with force fields, and the crew never had enough credits to spare to maintain too fields at once "That means whatever happened here was no accident; someone has carried this glass across the ship, to kill him without using a personal weapon..." there was no blood trail...it had to be the case...

More cause for concern- this was an attempted murder, and whoever committed the crime must have gotten in after the probe's scan, but before the travelers arrived; they must still be in the area....

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Albert cried, gathering the attention of all who were still within the area "We most likely have a killer on the loose; he or she is either on the ship, or in the local area. We need to divide our focus, create a perimeter. Some of us need to take this man down the the medbay" His eyes fell the Cameron; he seemed to be used to the field of medicine... and if the man passed away, his skills could prove useful "The rest need to keep an eye on the wildlife; this mission just escalated to a LV2 priority"

What an ineffective way to kill anybody. And so time consuming.

The Shadow Guard rose, turning to leave. He had done all he could and despite his...Use of his gift, unlike Wesker he felt nothing. No remorse, no pity. If he died, what of it? Everyone dies and it was as inevitable as time and as inescapable as fate. Let the others take the victim to the medical bay. Now was the time for the Shadow Guard to fulfill his true calling. He turned to head directly for Spike, red visor meeting the smugglers own gaze before he spoke.

"I require your beast."

If allowed, he'd hold up his blood covered arm to the Xenomorph to smell. There was a lot of blood and a struggle. If the killer was still here? Perhaps they could track him by blood.

And see how well whoever it was could hide from a Xenomorph.


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[Chewy Rabbits]

What an ineffective way to kill anybody. And so time consuming.

The Shadow Guard rose, turning to leave. He had done all he could and despite his...Use of his gift, unlike Wesker he felt nothing. No remorse, no pity. If he died, what of it? Everyone dies and it was as inevitable as time and as inescapable as fate. Let the others take the victim to the medical bay. Now was the time for the Shadow Guard to fulfill his true calling. He turned to head directly for Spike, red visor meeting the smugglers own gaze before he spoke.

"I require your beast."

If allowed, he'd hold up his blood covered arm to the Xenomorph to smell. There was a lot of blood and a struggle. If the killer was still here? Perhaps they could track him by blood.

And see how well whoever it was could hide from a Xenomorph.

Well, shit.

The guy was too close to death's door and out of his gourd to offer up anything of substance. Though it was probably pretty handy to know that there was a serial killer lurking around the place. Those kinds of guys were always a real pain in the ass. They always went for hostages which made bagging em harder than it had to be. But one of the pluses-if you could really call it that-is that a trail of bodies wasn't the most conspicuous trail to leave behind. Still, at least this guy was going to get treated for his wounds. Maybe he'd be able to cough up something once he was stabilized.

As the Shadow Guard approached Spike however, the bounty hunter looked him up and down. This guy's attire was certainly out of the ordinary for where Spike hailed from. But not to the point of intimidation. If Spike could look down a bloodthirsty xenomorph that was bulkier than the usual ones and had armblades to boot then this guy was nothing. His request however earned him an amused laugh.

"Heh, that so? Well, it's a change of pace from most of you guys wanting to shoot it out the nearest airlock. Hey, big guy. Someone needs ya." Spike called over to the xenomorph who hissed at Spike's derogatory nickname for it before focusing on the blood put in front of it's face. If the situations were different, it would have had no reluctance to rip off the guard's arm and who knows how many other limbs along with it. But knowing that Spike possessed some kind of object that caused it great pain and given how hostile other humans had been to it up to this point, it'd have to play it lowkey.

Stretching it's grotesque gums however, the xenomorph's face lit up into a ravenous sneer as drool dripped down it's teeth and onto the floor. It could feel the scent from the blood wafting towards it.

"Hissss!!!"

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[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

"H-Hey, ah... Okay, let's not be so hasty here. Let's just hope we won't have to resort to using the Railgun on anyone if we're all supposed to be working together. Isn't that right, sis?"

Last Order was much, much more observant than she normally let on, though sometimes she couldn't help but let that slip when her speech patterns, shared by all of the Sister's, forced her to give out her innermost thoughts. But those moments aside, her keen intelligence and ability to see through the eyes of the older Misakas told her all she needed to know about Onee-Sama, even despite the fact that they had only technically met once when she and Misaka 10032 had been playing a rather violent game of tag involving an assault rifle and a stolen pair of goggles (interestingly enough the same goggles she had clasped on her forehead now).

Onee-Sama was not an inherently violent person, unless you were a that had person happened to hurt one of her friends, or had incredible misfortune of being one Kamijou Touma, the spiky haired teen that had forced his way into the heart of the original Misaka and the 10032 clone (and about a half dozen other women throughout Academy City). Last Order's suggestion of using the railgun on Wesker hadn't been serious, but just the same she hadn't been able to resist teasing him like would have Accelerator when he got in one of his moods.

Beaming at her older sister, Last Order replied with a simple "'Okay Onee-Sama. Not this time.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries to agree with her older sister while making Wesker nervous.'"

"Myyyyyy, aren't you just the cutest? If only your big sister could act as cute, especially with a face like that!☆"

Misaki said playfully with a giggle, acting rather polite to Last Order, in stark contrast to how she usually treated Misaka, though it would seem that she still had time to fit in a jab at Misaka, "I hope we can get along!~"

While Misaki (small world for name's, huh?) thought she was probably being cute and was totally going to be loved by the child, she was totally going the wrong route by insulting Misaka. While she didn't have the same close relationship she did with Accelerator or the same level of hero worship she had for Touma, she did have very strong protective feelings for her older sister, and not to mention that as a perfect copy she was essentially going to be a Misaka II when she got older, it just didn't pan out well for Dark Matter.

"'MISAKA thinks Misaka-Sama is cuter than you.' MISAKA says as MISAKA tries standing up for Misaka."

All of which was dropped as things got serious.

When they came across the pale man in the odd clothes, Last Order climbed down from her sister's back and knelt in front of him, a solemn look on her face.

"..."

Silently, for even the normally too noisy child was subdued in the face of such a sad picture, slid her specialized goggles over his eyes and began to scan his EM field, trying to figure out what was wrong with the man.

Reaching out a tiny child's hand, she put her hand in his and smiled at him with the sweet smile of a child, even one that is mature enough to know that her words might not be entirely true in the end.

"'MISAKA is going to make this better.' MISAKA promises as MISAKA tries to make the man feel better."

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[CookieMonster]

The reserved river was not so reserved after all. Hearing the strange woman's words was weird, but the worst part was the knowledge that it was true. Knowing that the woman was not lying, and was speaking to them with honesty shocked the young girl to her core. "What?" She asked, young orbs looking to the woman. The words sunk in and she bit her lip. "Mal? Serenity?" Her next words choked out, tears accumulating in her eyes. "Simon?"

She turned away and walked down the hall, passing them and moving through the ship before she stopped. She was lost, and that wasn't a normal thing for her. Her emotions everywhere, although it wasn't much different than normal, she had to stop and turn around. To her luck, someone brought them to the ship soon enough. She pressed her hands to the outside of the reinforced steel, closing her eyes for a second before a bang brought her attention back. She entered the ship like so many times before and looked around. It was a mess. Blood all over the place, crates broken, lines cut. It was a disaster. So many voices running through her head, so many things she wanted to say but couldn't. She had to stop for a minute just to calm herself. A voice brought her back down to Planet earth- or, wherever she was, and she looked over at a tall man with curly, fuzzy hair. He spoke a familiar name and that made River's eyebrows furrow. "Wash? You know wash? Where is-" Her eyes followed his to meet with the other tall, fuzzy-haired man wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Her mouth parted, a hand raising up to clamp itself over her mouth. She saw Shadow guard attempt to heal Wash, a force of power running through his body when he did. She could sense it, she could even feel it. She felt a connection to the pilot, prompting her to walk forward and stand behind the ones around him. She hadn't known much of him, but she felt very confused and mixed with feelings over the intensity of what had happened. Talking to Wash was probably the only thing they could do to find out what happened. She wasn't ready to confront the voices and the past in the ship just yet -- she wasn't in very much control and it was still very new to her. She couldn't even remember her own self what had happened, but she had to find out. "Wash, he's.. he's not well." She whispered, her tone soft yet strong. "He's dying, isn't he?" If he wasn't already dead, that was.

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