Echoius stared at the coordinates on the little globe atlas. He saw a beep from a dark area of space. He set coordinates to the beeping area. Echo walked out of the room and stretched a bit. It was time for the mission to begin.
He looked at the soldier that had approached him "Sir, We have to pay a debt but I am feeling uneasy. There seems something wrong." "Sorry I cant offer you any reassurance. Your wise to be uneasy, the goverment shouldn't be trusted. Just keep your eyes out kid and don't assume just because the people here are in the same boat as you they can be trusted either. Wish i had something better to say." Where was his second in command something didn't add up he tried to hard to be social and now there was a chance to socialise he was no where to be seen. He'd have to keep an eye on him, he had a nice ability, no reason to hate the goverment that could make him a tool. But he was looking to far into it plenty of people here could be tools. They'd got the good injections hadn't they.
The ship lurched as it headed for the beeping dot. The ship turned towards the direction of the beeping dot and began full speed ahead to the dot. The ship was heading towards quite a large ship, as if two giant continents had smashed together and became a ship. The ship began to lurch as it went straight for the giant mothership outside. A large crunch echoed through the ship and probably through the halls of the mothership. The ships collided together and shaking began. From where the tip of the ship was rubble was falling down and the lights of the whole ship began to flicker. Everyone was thrown somewhere around in the ship. Their ship acting like a plug that latched on well to the whole in the side of the mothership. If their ship fell now they would all be sucked into space. Decisions needed to be made quickly before they died out in space. Did they dare venture into the mothership of unknown origins?
The ship lurched, and Sam grabbed the door to keep from falling. “This can’t be good,” she said. A sudden jolting crash loosened her grip and she went flying. When she finally got to her feet again, she ran towards the control room to see what was going on. The man in uniform, second in command, was just outside the door. “What happened?” she asked, slightly out of breath. “Did we just crash into something?”
Terrence wasn't fearful of the ship shaking, it was what caused the ship to shake that claimed his attention. He was a reluctant hero, and his reluctance increased tenfold as danger made its presence felt. His ability injection wasn't really one to brag about, but at this point, his choices were exhausted.
What was the man, both stupid and deaf? Corson silently cursed as he got to his feet. The crash had send him rolling over the floor, and right now, things didn’t seem to go so well. For the first time since the group had gathered he spoke. “We should get out before the whole thing collapses.” His voice was a loud whisper more then anything else.
“We should get out before the whole thing collapses.” Sam agreed. She nodded and figgited with her open gloves. "Um.." she started to say something, but she couldn't think of what to say. The ship creaked, most of the flickering lights were going dark altogether.
Seifer sat in his cell, deep in meditation. A light shudder wasn't enough to break his concentration, even as he felt the ship adjust its course and accelerate. He figured they must be entering the atmosphere of whatever planet they were going to do battle on -- all the more reason to ready his mind for the coming conflict. He shut his eyes and focused harder... harder... A sudden jolt threw him across the bed, leaving him slumped against the wall, upside down. A second collision, much worse than the first, tossed him across the room and left him sprawled across the floor on all fours. Even in human form, he'd become accustomed to landing that way after a tumble. "Who the f**k is flying this thing," he grumbled, rising to his feet and staggering toward the door. The halls were in chaos. People were running, all moving in the same general direction. He followed and walked in on a conversation in the control room. "We should all get out before the whole thing collapses," said a pale man dressed in black. He didn't speak with much emphasis or volume, but that didn't lessen the meaning of his words; getting out sounded like the best plan so far. The Cat Artist, whom he had followed here, seemed to agree. Seifer looked around the control room, making sure to let his gaze settle on Echo, who was doing an excellent job of not handling the situation. "What do you think we should do, sir?" he said. "Aren't you the man in charge?"
"What do you think we should do, sir?" "Aren't you the man in charge?" Echo just stared at him. "I'm not in charge...I'm here to keep things inline...the man who is in charge is over 7ft tall and towers over us," Echo said, "And to who is piloting this ship isn't it clear...the ship pilots itself, it was on autopilot, must have set the wrong coordinate, ooopsy." Blaine found himself out of the room, he had saved Betsy first, of course. He loved his Betsy and wouldn't let the hands of space take her. He found everyone crowded up like small scared sheep. Instead of actually moving they talked about moving. Blaine awkwardly pushed himself through the crowds and continued onward as to find an area that wasn't in a bent and uncomfortable position. "Stop standing around like sheep!" he yelled back at them, "Or do you want to die?"
"And where do you suppose we go, Cat Man?" Tommy snapped. "Ugh, who's flying this damn thing, anyway?" Could be worse, said a little voice in the back of his head. You coulda just had a big dinner. Or more Cheetos.
"Where the f#@k do you think we should go?" Blaine said, "Are you dense in the head? We find the hole that the ship had made with the other ship and go inside that ship. God how stupid do you have to be not to get that one...am I the only one who has watched science fiction shows and documentaries on science fiction possibilities." Blaine continued moving he was going to find that hole and he didn't care if the others suffocated in here. He and Betsy were going to get the hell out of here. "As I said before the ship is on autopilot," Echo said, "Dear Blaine don't you think we should wait for the captain to make a decision..." "F@#k the captain I'm getting the hell out of here...like any of you are doing your job," Blaine said. Echo sighed and smiled at the rest of the group. "Better follow the one with the idea,"
"Stop standing around like sheep!" he yelled back at them, "Or do you want to die?" Sam followed the cat man, navigating through the twisted metal of the dying ship. Some spots were tighter than others, and she had to wonder how the bigger ones would make it through. The escalating destruction of the ship got her moving faster.
"Well I'm sorry if I have a life outside my living room," said Tommy. "F**king virgin." He turned to Echo as he spoke, and, despite his annoyance at the Crazy Cat Man, couldn't help but return the taller man's smile. He was kinda cute, in a pathetic kinda way. "OK, then," Tommy turned to Blaine, "Lead the way."
Seifer followed the group, though he couldn't help but laugh to himself about the whole ordeal. Standing around like sheep? Ha. It's the sheep who walk through the gate and into the slaughterhouse who get killed. The smart ones stay out to pasture. But what do I know... I'm only a wolf, he thought. Oh, the irony.
"You're f#@king pissing me off you want me to turn around and break your neck," Blaine said, "I rather be out in danger then in safety and die you know....so just move and shut up....f@#king moron!" Blaine was getting a little upset at this simpletons. At least he learned things in his living room with a nice hot coffee. At least he understood the world from his living room. He had already lived as an orphan homeless child and learned to live on his own. He understood the world from his living room. Echo just smiled and started following everyone else. He was having fun watching personality after personality clash together.
"Oh, well you're a real badass, now, aren'tcha? Real f**king intimidating." This guy's gonna kick my ass before we get off this ship. Fortunately, Tommy wasn't feeling like much of a smartass at the moment. Not with the ship shaking and dipping like it was. They swarmed and swirled in his stomach, rushing through his veins, slithering back and forth across his skull. It sucked being Queen Carrier. Tommy stumbled along awkwardly, falling into step with Echo. He offered him a friendly smile. "Hey," was the only thing he could think to say.
"You're f#@king pissing me off you want me to turn around and break your neck," Baine said. Seifer didn't even hear the rest. It all sounded like "blah, blah, blah," to him. Does this guy ever shut up? he thought. "Oh, well you're a real badass, now, aren'tcha? Real f**king intimidating," Tommy said. "He's sure got me scared," Seifer said, sarcastically. "He's terrifying. You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you, Blaine?"
Blaine turned around and he knew this may or may not be a good idea, but this was really irritating him. He held Betsy cautiously, he had some effects of the injections left over from this morning and hit the side of the ship creating a giant hole were you could peer into the lobby. "I'm not afraid of hitting anyone, I would love to break those glasses so pieces fall into your eyes and I'm not afraid of rattling this ship up either....if you want to die in a more pathetic way then just let me start punching some holes through the ship...sure the fridge space will kill you in an instance," Blaine said. Blaine turned around and began walking again. He really wished he hadn't hit the ship. It seemed to lurch back and forth even more now. "Hey" "This isn't the time," Echo said with a smile, "Dear Blaine is a bit amusing..." Echo's words were cut off by the lurching and creaking of the ship. Maybe the hole being punched through the strong metal of the ship wasn't a good idea on Blaine's part. It actually frightened Echo the rocking back and forth. It was an odd feeling as well.
The ship swung again. Sam lost her balance for just a second and ended up stepping on someone's toe. "sorry," she mumbled without looking up.
It was an impressive hole. Seifer applauded. "Bravo. I see you have some bite to match that bark," he said to Blaine. He decided it would be best not to bother this guy anymore, for everyone else's sake. The last thing they needed was an angry Neanderthal punching holes in the ship. "Dear Blaine is a bit amusing," Echo said. "You stole the words right out of my mouth," Seifer commented.
"Oh, bulls**t," Tommy barked. "You wouldn't dare. Not with your precious little Aquamarine on board." He'd only known him for a few hours and already Tommy was annoyed by him. He made him think of his least favorite kind of client - the men who'd grab him hard and shove him down and shout some kind of insult at every yelp and grunt. They always left him shaky and aching, with bruises on his arms and a little less spring in his step. At least they paid well. Ugh. He didn't wanna think about that now. But he needed to think about something. All this excitement was upsetting the Syndrome. ((Aren't we supposed to crash soon? When're we gonna crash?))
[We have already crashed, we are trying to enter the hole that the two ships made when they collided together. The front of our ship made a hole through the giant ship.] "Don't give me that crap," Blaine said. Finally Blaine saw the hole the two ships had made, now all they had to do was get inside the bigger ship.
Damien wasn't as phased by the crash as the others, thanks to moving around on all fours he kept his balance better than the others, his step falterd but he didn't find himself making friends with any of the walls unlike some others. Something had gone wrong and the seriousness of the situation soon became apparent when the ship continued to move in an unnatural way. He heard voices coming from another area and was shocked people were waiting for his orders surely it was simple. Get the hell off the ship if you wanted to live. If they needed to be told something like that there wasn't much hope when it came to fighting. An arguement was breaking out. He scampered past the main group and yelled as he went. "Thissss isn't a dam scenic trip. Shut up and get out of here." the hole was up ahead hopefully they were running to safety and not into more trouble.
Seifer stood hesitantly before the narrow breach. The hole was smaller than expected. They had to each squeeze through, single file, and there was no room to turn back. There were others behind him, urging him on; he couldn't hold up the line forever. Clutching his silver moon necklace, he crawled inside the dark crevace. There were no lights, but he could see twisted metal and exposed wires, illuminated by electrical surges that made sparks dance across his face. Electric shock was something he feared more than anything. It was a sure-fire way to awaken the lightning wolf, which is the last thing he wanted to have happen right now. He hesitated and someone in back bumped into him. "Sorry," he said and continued crawling onward toward the light at the end of the tunnel.
The hole was small, but so was she, and she actually would have an easy time of crawling through it. However she found herself a bit claustrophobic, and hovered at the back of the line, waiting for everyone else. She tugged at her gloves, like always, and kept her feet apart to avoid losing her balance.
