A Decade on the Edge (Game Thread: Closed, Dead)

[Azkar Almsivi]

Ysenelle - currently aboard a shuttle at one of the recruitment camps

The Eldar leaned in toward Jack and copied his quotation mark hand gestures as he was doing them, obviously it must have been an addition to his dialect!
"I didn't know of any low-gothic that also had gestures, maybe some of you mon-keigh are on the rise socially after all. You know Eldar can have conversations without even speaking? Who knows, with another few centuries even your specific dialect may be worthy of some form of praise. You know, for a mon-keigh language anyway."
Ysenelle's praise come racism was a double edged blade, one she was blissfully unaware of as her nigh obnoxious Eldar nature ran rampant despite the fact that she'd completely misinterpreted that portion of the conversation.

Ysenelle clapped her hands excitedly and poked a finger into Jack's chest, leaning forward and whispering as her mask went murky and gray.
"I'm considered fairly unconventional among my own kind, referring to harlequins there, I'm not stuffy enough. Some claim I must have taken too many blunt weapon hits to the head in my initial expeditions and performances, anyway..."
Ysenelle brought her hands in front of her chest and waved them absentmindedly.
"I'm looking for anything that get help me give my race a bit of an edge in the fight against extinction. As stuffy as we are I think it's the most logical conclusion that without some change we might just be doomed. I'd rather my whole race not just be a memory and a series of soul..." Ysenelle paused and ended it there, managing to control her rather blunt mind.
As she spoke to a mon-keigh so easily she was starting to see that her kin might have more reasons to dislike her other than her fatalism. At least she was trying to find a way to fix it.

Ysenelle looked around and leaned in, as if she were one of two conspiring spies. "So what's your story? I think it must be something interesting considering your disposition. Ohh, I bet it's something romantic, tantalizing... surely? Maybe... I won't get my hopes up."
Ysenelle's hands were rested on one of Jack's thighs as she nodded enthusiastically at him. A stark indicator as to why her troupe let her go alone on a suicide mission without as much as a complaint.

 

[sage42]

Natasha eyed the offered slate suspiciously when the creature held it out. Part of her wanted to bat it away. But another part was curious what could a Xeno possibly written on the slate.

"You smell of fighting in dry wood. You territory smell of this more than you."

She just stared at the Xeno as it spoke. Trust not the Xeno... Natasha took the slate slowly never taking her eyes off the creature before her. She glanced down quickly and had to fight burying her face in her hand. These must have been the 'feeding clause' the creature had mentioned. With a sigh she slid it back to the Xeno sitting across from her.

"As expected, yes I had something similar, pertaining to not killing anything on sight unless provoked. But a warning, do not let me catch you in my....territory. My purview of what provoked means ends at my doorway. Otherwise you may learn why I smell of burned wood."

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack ? Currently aboard a shuttle at one of the recruitment camps

Jack listened intently to Ysenelle?s story. He didn?t know very much about other races. So when he learned that Ysenelle said she believed her species were going extinct he tried his best to memorize it. When she went on to say that she was going on the Valiant Light to try to get an edge over extinction, he couldn?t help but somewhat admire her. Sure he hadn?t met very many beings in his time but the ones he did meet were only protecting number one. Jack himself had only ever fought for self-preservation. The idea of fighting for something more than yourself was new to Jack. He was so self-absorbed for that moment that he didn?t even notice her stop talking. Then she leaned in far too close for his liking.

"So what's your story? I think it must be something interesting considering your disposition. Ohh, I bet it's something romantic, tantalizing... surely? Maybe... I won't get my hopes up."

?Me?? He questioned somewhat bewildered. He didn?t ever have people want to know about him, unless they were trying to kill him. It had always been the mission, the next assignment, and getting paid, nothing else. Then he tensed up and became aware of her hand. ?Uh, nothing to do with romance, sorry.? He tried scooting further away but was in a seat and really had nowhere to scoot away to. ?I just need to get away from some people is all.? He answered quickly as he tried to think of a new subject. He found that he wasn?t too comfortable with talking about himself.

?Do you know anything about the place we?re heading to? The Halo Stars.? He questioned as he tried to calm his overactive mind. He had just met this person and he was pretty damn sure she wasn?t trying to kill him. No need to come off too paranoid.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Ysenelle - currently aboard a shuttle at one of the recruitment camps
Ysenelle arced up and thumped a fist to her chest confidently.
"As a studied and wise member of the Eldar race, I can say with great confidence and utter certainty that I have absolutely no useful information whatsoever concerning our destination."
She paused for dramatic effect and then lanced her arm forward, her index finger raised a hair's length from Jack's nose.
"Which is exactly why I have a chance at fulfilling my mission! I'm betting everything on the risk showing a reward! Who knows what relics of antiquity or useful assets I may acquire!? This is exactly what I need! If you're just trying to escape your past or other undesirable things..."

Ysenelle's body language instantly dropped back into a normal sitting pose, but she turned back to Jack with a flash of her mask. "All the better to forget or remember as required, you can accompany me closely on our decade long trip! We can assure each other's survival and help each other along the way! I can use all the help I can get and you obviously find me adequate enough to distract you from your woes! You don't seem easily broken, just a little shy... yes, I think an arrangement... a partnership would do well."

Ysenelle tried sweetening the deal. While she wasn't above using people as tools Jack's naivety and social frailness called to her, it was like a performance of language, relations and fate. Maybe that was they key? The Eldar were so self focused they didn't deserve redemption? Was that potentially a sign of the fall long gone unhindered!?

Ysenelle dropped her chin onto her palms as she stared at the floor, obviously deep in thought. Sadly her easily occupied mind easily got the better of her.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack - currently aboard a shuttle at one of the recruitment camps

Jack watched in mild amusement as Ysenelle thumped her fist to her chest.

"As a studied and wise member of the Eldar race, I can say with great confidence and utter certainty that I have absolutely no useful information whatsoever concerning our destination."

It took every fiber in Jack?s being to resist the urge to face-palm but he managed it. As soon as her arm shot forward however, Jack flinched slightly and leaned his head back. When she started going on about her mission again, Jack couldn?t help but be slightly envious. Nothing he did really mattered when he thought about it. But fighting and dying for a cause, for others, that was something he could only really dream about.

? If you're just trying to escape your past or other undesirable things..."

At the mention of him, he focused back on the conversation at hand. When she moved back into a regular sitting position, Jack couldn?t help but quietly sigh in relief. Being that close to someone and not hurting them was weird. He listened intently for the next few sentences before his mind went into processing mode. A partnership? For ten years? Honestly jack expected to spend the next ten years doing his job and keeping to himself. Granted he still would probably spend most of his time alone but a partner would be someone to? Talk to. It didn?t hurt that two beings together were safer than one. Wait did she call him shy? Jack guessed that was true.

It took him a good minute of thinking before he snapped out of and realized that Ysenelle was in deep thought. ?Uh, hey? Jack said in an attempt to grab her attention. ?I?? Jack paused for a second before he said ?Think that?s fine. If it?s ok with you, that is.? He ended his sentence rather lamely.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Herschel Blake, Valiant Light

'Emperor preserve, this ship will be the death of me.' This was the thought that kept coming back to Herschel as he walked the halls. He had never been skilled at divination, but even he could see this ship was void born doom. 'Doom, doom, doom.'

Looking outward, Herschel realizes that his mood is bleeding into his surroundings. A menial tech doing maintenance on some minor system before him had stopped, and he can feel others beyond the confines of the hall being dragged into melancholy with him. Marshaling his will and uttering the Litany of Control, Herschel begins the process of reeling his emotions in. 'A couple months out of the Spire and you're already losing it.'

His mind slowly relaxing, Herschel is, as is the case most of the time, surprised by the thoughts that suddenly flood his mind.

'She hates you.'
'Kill him before he kills you.'
'You can't trust the skull anymore.'
'You're going to kill them all.'

'The Corpse God Has Abandoned You.'

Herschel stumbles and slumps against the wall, only vaguely aware and relieved that no one else can see him. Terrifying images flood his mind. His body shaking all over, he once again begins the Litany of Control, forming the words with his mouth and screaming them inside his own mind. After what seems like an eternity, the voices and vision fade, along with the chilling laughter that has become all too familiar to him. Sweat has frozen to his brow, and condensation has done the same to much of the hallway around him. He also becomes aware of the cold breeze seemingly flow around him, its biting edge already fading.

'Throne be damned,' he thinks to himself. 'Can't let that happen again.' He catches his breath and continues down the hall, towards the brow of the ship where his astropathic chambers are, completely flabbergasted as to why he thought this walk was a good idea. Herschel's path soon takes him to the crew quarters, where the already assembled members of this doomed crew were going about their business. Reflexively, Herschel extends his Witch-Sight outwards.

The first he sees is the Eldar. 'Xenos scum.' All Eldar are psykers to a degree, but this one seemed blunter then Herschel expected. The likelihood that this one could interfere with his work or detect his 'troubles' seems moot, but still worth keeping in mind. Extending further, he senses the Sister. Her soul is sharp to the touch. Pure of purpose. Like laying hands on a bayonet edge - unpleasant, but still nice to know its around. Herschel considers whispering to her, but decides against it. 'The ungifted don't want your touch,' he thinks. Best to move along.

And near the Sister, another Xenos. Something oily and foul, yet almost not there. 'What is that?' Herschel gropes for the being, only to find it harder to grasp. 'What are you?' he thinks, realizing only too late that he'd sent this thought out. The being under scrutiny seems to react to the message, though such an unfocused probe couldn't possibly be decipherable. Thinking it better to let it be, Herschel once again moves forward, more then ever wishing to be within the warded walls of the astropathic chamber.

'We're all going to die here,' he think again. Herschel is unsure whether this is his thought, or another's. To be safe, he begins the Litany of Control. Again.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Grimmfang continued to watch as some lithe figure snaked it's way through the crowds before stopping at the Beekee 'Ard Boy, then decided to fling itself high in the air, shedding it's disguise and revealing the form an Eldar; but it was unlike any of them pansies that the Ork had seen before. Almost immediately he could see many of the surrounding Humies aim their flashy guns at the Eldar, a few shots were fired, though they seemed to miss or were absorbed by the Eldar. Moments later though it appeared that the Eldar was allowed on board.

"Well, if dere willing to let dem Eldar pansies on board, dere's 'ope for Orks like me. 'Oweda, I'd rather avoid a fight if I kan." Grimmfang thought to himself as he watched the next person approach. For all intents and purposes, it looked like a Humie wearing some rather fancy looking gear, but his Scanna Gahgals were saying something else.

"Dat dere Humie gots all kind of sparky bitz in 'im. I bet if I was to get a hold of dem, den da Mek Boys cud have all sorts of fun. But time to get moving though. Can't be sitting here all day." Grimmfang then stood up, letting the camouflage effect of the cloak fade away, revealing a tall and imposing Ork figure if one had an eagle eyed view.

He began making his way across the rooftops and heading right around the recruitment centre, as the buildings along that side offered more cover than those of the left. Grimmfang eventually came to a building that was directly across from the centre, giving him the opportunity to leap to it. He landed with a roll on the rooftops, kicking up some dust and making him cough a little. He then jumped down onto the ground below, near the exit to the recruitment centre.

 

[Asclepion]

The arrangement of new crewmen - humans, mutants, xenos and supersoldiers of all types - moved slowly forward in a line. Olybrius passed by them far above - standing on the roof of some huge transport vehicle loaded with fruits and exotic meats. Only the sight of an Eldar Harlequin dampened his mood. However colorful and decorated his body, he would look downright drab standing next to her.

One of the servitors, a mindless worker of flesh and metal, was pulling crates of supplies from the back with it's mechanical arms. Olybrius simply walked off the edge of the truck onto the pallet and was carried into the port, a one-person cyborg litter.

Hopping off, he made his way towards the shuttles.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Volkov

Volkov stood in confusion as events unfolded around him. He was used to the odd but the speed at which it had all happened. The wolf, the howling, the harlequin, the kid that had the balls to walk up to an Astartes like that, the reports bombarding his eardrum of a firefight started by one of his troops... The harlequin... The harlequin. And just as it began it ended as they ran back off into the hive.

He shook his head as they left and muttered "Xenos." If only Kurtz would let him tag them.

After the situation had resolved itself Volkov turned to the Guard... Kurt and spoke proudly "Quick on the draw trooper. Good job as always."

He then turned back to the Honored Astartes and finally responded to the Space Wolf and his very large wolf in a tone that betrayed ever so slightly that the presence of such a large wolf was shaking him "I'd be honored... Is she fine with Valkyries? The climb-dogs back where I'm from panic during take off."

 

[mcpop9]

Gavrilov
The commisar ran and was firing over her shoulder, a decent percentage of shots tearing their intended targets a new one. She Soon made it to the runway and hopped onto the edge, helping the guardsman up and through the back curtains. She took lead now, making thier way through the back hallways, leveling her laspistol at whatever dared to try and stop them, blowing them away. With their escape at an end, they left through the back doors.

Now onto the strees, she motioned for the man to help her blockade the door with a nearby dumpster.

[hr]

Lock

Lock had been staying in the shadows of the recruitment center. Around his neck had hung the symbol and the crest of the Valiant Light in order to stop from being eviscerated on sight. Deciding he needed some fresh air, he gestured to the two gretchin standing near him to follow him out back. All day long his ears had been twitching, giving him the feeling that there had been some orks running around with some kind of mesh-unger gear. Low and behold to his surprise when he got out back, an ork dropped down right infront of him.

He clobbered the ork upside the back of his head, the movement not an act of aggression, but a rather common orkish greeting between two orks that don't know eachother. "OI! Watchu do'in being all runny an' jumpy an' stuff? You gunna get you filled with 'Humie made 'oles if ya keep doin that." he said, looking down at the smaller ork. Despite the other ork's size as tall as a large human, lock himself was a rather massive beast at the size of one of the larger astartes.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Grimmfang

Grimmfang stumbled forward a few steps after being hit in the back of the head. He turned round holding one of his knives in one hand and his Shoota in the other and saw that a much bigger Ork stood before him accompanied by a pair of Gretchins wielding tiny little shootas. At first glance Grimm could tell that this Ork was a Mek Boy. "OI! Watchu do'in being all runny an' jumpy an' stuff? You gunna get you filled with 'Humie made 'oles if ya keep doin that." He then shouted.

"Woz trying to be all sneaky like till you did that Mek Boy. Afta all, I'z be a Kommando, sneakiness and surprise are our speshulties." Grimm answered back as he pushed his Scanna Gahgals so they rested on his forehead and gave the Mek Boy another look over, noticing the shiny gubbinz around his neck in particular.

"Soz, what you doing 'ere then?"

 

[booksv2]

On ship, in Mess hall, with Battle Sister

Smoke takes the metal plate back and slides it back into his harness as he watches the female closely. Nodding shortly he opens his beak to say something when something slides over him and makes him close him beak sharply, making a short sharp noise. Whipping his head to the side and staring hard at a wall in the general direction of where he things whatever it was came from Smoke hisses in his throat softly as he narrows his eyes.
Something... a psyker? It touched me and wanted something.

Staying in that position facing almost directly away from the female Smoke sets one hand on the floor and leans more towards the direction as he asks behind him at the female.
"You feel?"

Smelling the air deeply and turning his head in small back and forth motions as he does. Thinking hard and half ignoring the female even though he asked the question he tenses his body ready to move if he feels something is wrong.

 

[mcpop9]

Lock
"I'm 'ere cuz i want to get meself a bigga ship!" he said and gestured to the crest of the Valiant Light. "Dem 'humies be takin me to spahse an' i be'z workin on the spahse ship. Imma git a bunch a orks o mah own an' we'z gunna fly 'round be'in orky." Lock said to the Kommando. "Dis 'ere be my gretchins, 'Itty an' Bitty'. I am Lock." he said, pounding a fist against his chest. It was clear that lock had a bunch of experience and time as a mek boy, and was apparently gud cause he didn't have any missing limbs.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Straud

It was all Eva could do to stop her chest from exploding with pride. To recieve such high praise from one of the emperor's own, nothing could ruin this day!

"Thank you, my lord." Eva squeaked through the torrent of blood rushing to her face, her salute and posture becoming even more rigid if that was even possible. "I-it m-m-means a great deal to me to heaa-ear such great praise from one of your-"

Eva was quickly saved from turning herself into an embarrassing, stammering mess by an unlikely interloper. She didn't realise what it was at first, all she could make out was a blur of colour that prang from nowhere and danced across the crowd and landed at the recruitment desk. Once it was still there was no mistaking it. That right there was a xenos. Lucky for Eva the others were more ready than she was, drawing their sidearms and opening fire on the threat in their midst, though with little luck. Eva cursed her luck as she scrambled for her hellgun, powerful as the thing was it wasn't great when caught unawares. The bizarre encounter was practically done before she was able to even train her sights on the thing. And everything seemed okay.

Were they willing to let something so openly deceptive as an Eldar on board their ship? Eva had heard that rogue traders were in the habit of hiring strange and varied mercenaries but that brightly coloured xenos just seemed insane. Could she still sign up with them in good concision knowing that their captain was willing to resort to such radical (and nigh heretical) measures so easily? It hadn't put off the marine, or the other strange looking mercenary who naively tried to broker peace. A good example maybe. No doubt most of the crew were just simple civilians looking to earn their pay or shipmates who had never seen real combat. With training and experience it would be unforgivable of Eva to leave them to the mercy of a potential corsair. She would follow the space wolf's example and keep watch over this fiend and any other that might have lurked on board. She would be vigilant, as any Cadian should be.

Picking up her things and with grim determination, Eva marched over to the commanding officer and requested a fresh set of sign up sheets. She signed her ten years away on the spot, gave the present lieutenant a salute and set off for the nearest shuttle.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Gordon Kasteen - Downhive Streets

'What in the hell is wrong with this *****?' Kasteen was firing carefully over the heads of the gangers, keeping most of them pinned behind tables, trying to minimize the body count. The large chested commissar didn't seem to have the same restraint, and bodies were piling to uncomfortable heights. Whatever they were doing was working, though, as Kasteen was quickly dragged up on the stripper runway and into the back rooms.

'Maybe I should have checked this place out earlier,' he considers, seeing the large racks of rather interesting costumes scattered around the back area. The commissar led him further into the dressing area, towards a large double door that led outside. As they went, Kasteen switched out his lasgun's power pack and peeked into the rooms they were passing, making sure there were no surprises. All he saw were strippers huddling behind furniture, who he mumbled apologies to, and one poor girl who appeared to be hogtied to a radiator.

'I really should have come back here sooner,' he thought as he saluted the woman and moved on.

Suddenly, they were outside, and the commissar was shouting for him to help with a dumpster. Together, they manage to maneuver it in front of the door, mere moments before gangers started banging on the door. When the commissar motioned for him to follow, he began to do so, until he hears an authoritative shout from behind.

"Drop your firearms and get on the ground!"

Before Kasteen can react, the massive boom of a scattergun echos along the walls of the alley, and he can hear the glass in his backpack shatter. 'My booze!' Kasteen spun around and saw, to his surprise, an Arbiter racking the slide of his scattergun. With no time to consider why an Arbiter was close enough to respond to the bar fight so fast, he rushes the man, stabbing at his face with the barrel of his lasgun. Just as his lasgun shattered the man's visor, filling his face with glass and Imperial plasteel, Kasteen feels and hears the scattergun go off again. He feels the force in his hip, like someone just swung a sledgehammer at his groin and missed.

The Arbiter goes down like a sack of grox meat, screaming incoherently through blood and gore. Looking down at the representative of Imperial Law, Kasteen suddenly realizes just how much trouble he's in. "It is time to get the fuck off this Throne damned planet," he says to himself, as he scoops up the Arbiter's scatter gun and racks the slide, returning his lasgun to its resting place. He also becomes aware of a disheartening wet feel down his left leg. Choosing to believe its the booze leaking down his back, and that the the tightness in his hip and gut is completely unrelated, he turns back towards the commissar, who hasn't even slowed down through the whole ordeal. Gritting his teeth, Kasteen pushes forward, following her, and hoping to the Emperor she knows where a shuttle off this rock is.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Grimmfang - Outside the Recruitment Centre

"I'm 'ere cuz i want to get meself a bigga ship!" The Mek Boy then pointed to the shiny thing on his neck. "Dem 'humies be takin me to spahse an' i be'z workin on the spahse ship. Imma git a bunch a orks o mah own an' we'z gunna fly 'round be'in orky." He then thumped on his chest with his fist. "Dis 'ere be my gretchins, 'Itty an' Bitty'. I am Lock."

"Well den Lock, I gotz a Kaptin that might be interested in you; alwayz in knead of gud Mek Boys he sayz. I'd say why I'm 'ere, but I'd have to gut ya soon after. I be Grimmfang, and these be me Knives, dey don't hav names though, coz dat be stupid." Grimmfang remarked, tossing is Assashun's Knives in the air a couple of times before holstering them.

"Any idea wot deze 'ere Humies are wanting?"

 

[mcpop9]

Gavrilov

Vanessa watched the brutal assault between the guard and the arbitor. She walked up to the arbitor and put a las shot in through his head, ending the man's life. "We're in the clear, the arbitor was assaulting a member of the guard and his commisar and we acted in self defense." she said noticed the mess that was his hip and leg. She knew better than to call attention to it, if she did she knew it would cause a great deal of issues ontop of what had happened.

She led them out of the alley way and into the crowded street. Vanessa began walking them towards the center, but flagged down a transport bike. "To the nearby recruitment center, make it quick." she said lowering her eyes at the bike peddler. With the two inside of the transportation, he took off and made so quickly. "Look at me you crazy sonofabitch." she ordered him.

[hr]

Lock

"I'm with da 'humies. They be getting uhda 'humies togetha for a large trip. I be wit dem and you should come wit us." he said, cracking his knuckles. "It gunna be plenty o fun an have da lots o dakka and da promise of teef." he said as the gretchins jumped up on his back and began arguing over something.

 

[DefunctTheory]

Gordon Kasteen - Shuttle No. 1

Kasteen's ride to the shuttle was a rough one. Freed from the burden of fleeing on foot, he could no longer completely ignore the wound he'd sustained. The Arbitor, damn him, had hit him right above his waist tied flak coat, missing the armor by a centimeter, and the hole it left was letting all the blood out of him. His pants were stained red, and he was fairly certain that no matter how shabby their coach drive may be, he'd still be forced to tear the interior padding out once this ride was over.

The commissar was trying to get his attention, but Kasteen found he lacked any real desire or ability to humor her. His responses to her orders were nothing more then grunts, along with an ork curse or two. He may have also called her an 'Over stuffed ***** hat.'

Admittedly not his most clever moment. But fuck her.

Kasteen had no idea how long the trip was, slipping in and out of consciousness as they went. He only awoke when the commissar hit him occasionally, or when the bike made dangerously fast turns. The shifting made him painfully aware of the grinding noise in his hip, like a tank that had thrown it's transmission.

"I can't go anywhere nice without bleeding all over the place,' Kasteen mumbled to himself as the bike made a sudden stop. The jerking motion of the cab sent searing pain through his leg, shocking him into a semi-awake state. As the commissar dragged him out of the vehicle, he emptied one of his pockets out onto the floor, hoping it was the one with his coin and not his smokes. Half dragged and half carried, Kasteen and the commissar made their way towards a shuttle standing near by. Seeing a line of people who appeared to be looking at him in fear, Kasteen tried singing a few bars of an Imperial Guard marching cant. From the looks on their faces and the fact the commissar didn't join in, he guessed he wasn't particularly successful in rousing their spirits.

They finally reached the atmospheric craft. Kasteen was quite pleased with himself regarding this feat - The woman wasn't big enough to haul all 130 kilograms of him around, so he must still be working well enough on his own. Buoyed by this revelation, he drunkenly pushes off her and takes a few shaky steps up the crafts ramp.

The first thing he sees is a being that was far too slender to be anything other then an Eldar. "Xenos scum!" Kasteen pulls loose the scattergun that he had slung over his shoulder to slay the foul beast. Suddenly, his vision fogs and his mind muddles. Pulling the trigger, Kasteen puts one shell into the shuttle roof, spraying himself with shrapnel. Finally succumbing to the booze and blood loss, he keels over and plants his face directly into the decking, completely passed out.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jack ? Shuttle No. 1

When a rather rugged and beat up looking man stumbled into the shuttle, Jack wasn?t too surprised really. With current events today why wouldn?t this happen? Then he had to go and point a gun at his new associate. That just wouldn?t do. He got up to stop the man but then said man pulled the trigger and ended up? Hitting himself? Jack stands there for a moment. Dumbfounded on what exactly just happened. ?Wait? If he?s in the shuttle, then he?s going to be part of the crew. Shit.? Jack thought to himself as he kneeled down next to the man. He didn?t particularly like said person for aiming weapons at people but he?d help in anyways.

That?s when he realized he had no idea how to get the shrapnel out of him. All he could really do was get some clothing or bandages and hopefully stop the bleeding. ?Uh, could someone give me a hand over here?!? He shouts as he starts ripping up some of the clothes currently on him and begins to try to stop the blood flow. 'Shit, shit, shit.' Jack thought as he tried to stop the bleeding.

 

[sage42]

Valiant Light Mess Hall

Natasha jumped to her feet, pistol drawn, knocking the chair back as she did so. The Xeno was now acting strangely even for a Xeno. She wasn't gonna take a chance if it had lost what little mind it had. it jerked back and forth a couple of times before speaking again.

"You feel?" It asked jerking around. It has lost it's mind. Damn contract, I should just put this thing out of my misery now."I feel nothing, I don't know what your talking about." She said slowly, ready to put a slug in the Xenos hea if it tried anything.