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Anng-er and Darth Serious traveled like two snow globes, as they lofted in the void. As they slowly ascended into the black abyss of space from the planet's surface, Darth Serious could feel a tugging in the back of her mind like someone yelling underwater, the voice was too weak to reach her coherently. She waited and listened silently with the force to hear the call of her master. About half way to her master's ship she could finally locate where her master was calling to her. Not knowing how to communicate across the emptiness of space she decided she would use a shoe. Anng-er was somewhat surprised to be hit in the face with a shoe in the middle of space. He knew that wind spirits could communicate with each other and tell him what she said. When he looked over she pointed to a nearby rocky surface.
Anng-er silently communicates to the wind spirits through his thoughts to change direction toward the almost lifeless surface. It was quite easy to see where Darth Zaminn had landed due to the large crater he was located in. Anng-er moves Darth Serious's orb of air to envelope both Sith lords. As Anng-er commanded the wind spirits to take off he knew that they would start running out of oxygen soon. Anng-er found the station that Darth Zaminn had been launched from but something was off. The station looked abandoned, meteors and asteroids had caused some minor damage to the surface but the main structural integrity seemed intact. Anng-er found the nearest opening and pushed the air bubbles through the ship's containment field.
The opening was rectangular and must have been some transportation bay for goods and supplies. Boxes of food lay scattered and unattended. When the bubbles of air unwrapped and mixed with the air of the ship, Darth Serious commanded the computer to find the nearest med bay. After a few seconds and no response she yelled, "Computer where is the nearest med bay?" she cursed to herself, then carefully lays her master on the floor. Most Sith lords would be all too ready to destroy their Sith masters but she knew that her master would not be destroyed by her, not yet. Sith culture desired strength and while other cultures produced painting, great works or new technology Sith created strength, anger and revenge in new and profound ways. Seeing her master broken on some lifeless rock would be like stepping into a rain storm and finding the Mona Lisa in someone's back yard covered in mud: disgraceful. To summarize her motives: a med bay was necessary to speed up his recovery.
She quickly searches the room to find the nearest interface. After examining the interface for some time she turns to Anng-er and says, "We are lucky, there is a med bay a thousand feet away but something's off, the AI is offline." Anng-er picks up the Sith master and asks, "Why is that so strange? The outside looked scuffed up, a system offline should not be surprising. She opens the door to the head to the med bay and says, "It's worrisome because it is in the middle of the ship."
The walk down the hallway was relatively quiet. As they neared the med bay a screeching that sounded like metal on metal resounded throughout the ship. As the screeching stopped the lights went out. After a few seconds a humming started and then the lights came back on. Anng-er asks, "What was that, is this emergency power?" Darth Serious says in a bitter tone, "I don't know I am a Sith lord not an engineer." The med bay flickers to light. The room was relatively small with a table at the center, a few cabinets lining the walls and a tank full of some bluish liquid at the back. As soon as Anng-er placed the Sith master on the table he was scanned and a number of arms with various medical devices protruded from the roof to conduct surgery.
"I will find an operating station and try to find out what is going on, you stay here until I get back," she commands.
Since the moment Anng-er had stepped on the ship his nephilim blood had boiled. He didn't need the wind spirits to tell him a dark presence lurked on board the ship. Something old and ancient, something older than demons and angels had boarded the ship.
He heard the feet of Darth Serious running to him before he saw the blood thirsty look on her face, which conveyed the gravity of the situation before she said a word.
"There is a dragon on board…"
Anng-er silently communicates to the wind spirits through his thoughts to change direction toward the almost lifeless surface. It was quite easy to see where Darth Zaminn had landed due to the large crater he was located in. Anng-er moves Darth Serious's orb of air to envelope both Sith lords. As Anng-er commanded the wind spirits to take off he knew that they would start running out of oxygen soon. Anng-er found the station that Darth Zaminn had been launched from but something was off. The station looked abandoned, meteors and asteroids had caused some minor damage to the surface but the main structural integrity seemed intact. Anng-er found the nearest opening and pushed the air bubbles through the ship's containment field.
The opening was rectangular and must have been some transportation bay for goods and supplies. Boxes of food lay scattered and unattended. When the bubbles of air unwrapped and mixed with the air of the ship, Darth Serious commanded the computer to find the nearest med bay. After a few seconds and no response she yelled, "Computer where is the nearest med bay?" she cursed to herself, then carefully lays her master on the floor. Most Sith lords would be all too ready to destroy their Sith masters but she knew that her master would not be destroyed by her, not yet. Sith culture desired strength and while other cultures produced painting, great works or new technology Sith created strength, anger and revenge in new and profound ways. Seeing her master broken on some lifeless rock would be like stepping into a rain storm and finding the Mona Lisa in someone's back yard covered in mud: disgraceful. To summarize her motives: a med bay was necessary to speed up his recovery.
She quickly searches the room to find the nearest interface. After examining the interface for some time she turns to Anng-er and says, "We are lucky, there is a med bay a thousand feet away but something's off, the AI is offline." Anng-er picks up the Sith master and asks, "Why is that so strange? The outside looked scuffed up, a system offline should not be surprising. She opens the door to the head to the med bay and says, "It's worrisome because it is in the middle of the ship."
The walk down the hallway was relatively quiet. As they neared the med bay a screeching that sounded like metal on metal resounded throughout the ship. As the screeching stopped the lights went out. After a few seconds a humming started and then the lights came back on. Anng-er asks, "What was that, is this emergency power?" Darth Serious says in a bitter tone, "I don't know I am a Sith lord not an engineer." The med bay flickers to light. The room was relatively small with a table at the center, a few cabinets lining the walls and a tank full of some bluish liquid at the back. As soon as Anng-er placed the Sith master on the table he was scanned and a number of arms with various medical devices protruded from the roof to conduct surgery.
"I will find an operating station and try to find out what is going on, you stay here until I get back," she commands.
Since the moment Anng-er had stepped on the ship his nephilim blood had boiled. He didn't need the wind spirits to tell him a dark presence lurked on board the ship. Something old and ancient, something older than demons and angels had boarded the ship.
He heard the feet of Darth Serious running to him before he saw the blood thirsty look on her face, which conveyed the gravity of the situation before she said a word.
"There is a dragon on board…"
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