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Post by Araxis on Dec 23, 2003 1:38:11 GMT -5
Longshanks gestured for Mellira to take the swiveling and well cushioned captain's chair of the lifeboat while he hobbled over to the helm and collapsed into the padded bench, immediately regretting his choice of action as his yet unhealed wounds complained sharply. Groaning, he programmed a quick orbital flight into the computer, long enough to provide time for the autodoc to completely help all four, as well as allowing time to figure out what to do afterwards. He turned his head to look out the open door and called to the two that yet remained without. "Are you two coming, or am I going to leave you to die of radiation?" His words were jocose, but held a serious undertone.
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 24, 2003 16:56:46 GMT -5
Vahn smiled up at the man in the ship, he had finally found true friends here. He walked up the platform and into the ship. He turned to the man and bowed.
"My name is Vahn Callahan, I am a wanted outlaw and possibly one of the best gunmans in the universe. I am at your service for your hospitality."
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Dec 24, 2003 23:58:33 GMT -5
At that point, Mellira felt herself faiding. Healing could take alot out of a being, especially when one's very being was endangered, and one still owed a blood price for a past transgression.
"Mellira." She managed, ignoring her formal title for this short peice of time. "Elfin maiden, warrior and healer."
Her eyes became somewhat glazed over, and finally, her head slumped. She fell asleep there in the ship, trusting herself to Longshanks again, and the new outlaw. Her dreams were of white snows, strange solstice festivals and fire-lovers named for the Green warriors and Knights.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 26, 2003 19:23:10 GMT -5
"I failed to introduce myself to you earlier, didn't I; I apologise. I am Llafrodedd Angantirr, though I prefer the apt nickname Longshanks." He bowed back to Vahn.
"Your hurts are fell, yes?" the Orion queried the outlaw. "Here, you take the autodoc first." Longshanks hobbled slowly to the back of the lifeboat to stand beside a device similar in appearance to a coldsleep coffin, with a clear glassteel lid and various technological devices and consoles around the head of it. The Orion opened the lid and beckoned for Vahn to climb in. "This is the autodoc. Climb in, lay down, and it'll take over the healing of those wounds automatically, as its name suggests." Longshanks would have prefered Mellira getting the autodoc first, but he felt that Vahn's injuries might yet prove mortal if they were not healed, while Mellira, who had radiation poisoning but no injuries, would live far longer without treatment.
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Post by Firehawk on Dec 26, 2003 22:41:42 GMT -5
Firehawk had been slightly hesitant, but had followed everyone to the ship. He had been standing a little away from the others, simply contemplating what had happened to him in the past months. His fights, the wars he had fought in and sometimes wars he had been in that involved only him versus an army of at least 10,000 (he had stopped to count and then proceeded to count them down as he systematically destroyed them all). Then he thought about why his ship had crashed here on Fyia. The only reason he could think of was a freak malfunction. That was all he could think of that was logical. He then snapped out of his thoughts and walked over to the others, realizing he still hadn't introduced himself. "Maybe I should have said this much earlier, but I am known as Firehawk. If that seems like an odd name, blame my... friends..." He said this last word with an air of extreme sarcasm. "I can't call them true friends... they were idiots to do that to me..." He realized now that he probably seemed quite unusual talking like that, and quickly changed his mood and said, "Anyway, might I ask who everyone else is? I haven't exactly heard anyone talking so I know nothing of any of you..."
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 27, 2003 14:26:32 GMT -5
Vahn looked down at his mangled and torn body and at the pool of blood at his feet. He had long kept himself distant from the mechanical side of healing. He looked over at Firehawk quickly.
"My name is Vahn Callahan, outlaw and sharpshooter extrordinaire."
He once again turneed his attention to Longshanks and then back down at the wounds in his side. He then looked over at Mellira, then reaching his decision put his gun in its holster.
"I thank you for the offer Longshanks, but I am too weary of mech healing. I will use my own method to heal my wounds, perhaps Mellira should go before I. I need but a corner in which to sit."
Vahn plastered a smile back onto his face and looked expectantly into Longshanks' eyes.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 27, 2003 14:45:21 GMT -5
"Apparently we do not think altogether differently; I had pondered Mellira taking it first, but I feared your wounds were of a fell nature . . . You're certain you won't use the autodoc? It is quite a useful bit of technology." Longshanks looked on concernedly at the pool of blood growing at Vahn's feet. "Ahh well, do what you will."
Turning to his friend, Longshanks asked, "Mellira, perhaps you would take it? It will clean up all the errant radiation that has zapped you, heal up that cut on your hand, replenish lost blood, clear the fatigue poisons out of your blood . . . whups, she's sleeping." Longshanks scratched his reddish beard in thought. He wondered if she'd mind being placed in the autodoc in her sleep and decided he'd do best just to let her sleep off her exhaustion. Come to think of it, he was futzy exhausted himself. That much emotion would weary anyone, and coupled with his hurts it could probably have sent a human right to bed. A fortunate thing that as an Orion his body produced fewer fatigue poisons. But before he could succumb to weariness, there was one last person with possible injuries and radiation poisoning to be dealt with.
Turning now to Firehawk, Longshanks introduced himself, though he was slightly irked with having to repeat his words, "I am Llafrodedd Angantirr, better known as Longshanks. You don't seem to have much in the way of physical injury, but you got a fair share of radiatin, no? Why don't you take the autodoc?"
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 27, 2003 15:04:24 GMT -5
Not getting an answer of where he should sit he simply picked the nearest corner and sat down cross-legged. He withdrew his arms into his coat and put them near eachother such as they had been earlier. He had only seconds ago regained his emotion of love and immediately started channeling it into his arms. He felt it surge throughout his entire body and then focus into his fingertips. Suddenly a wave of blue energy shot out from the center of his hands. He pulled his hands out of his coat. He ignored the sweat staining his brow and unloaded all of his bullets. He loaded in a single blue bullet and shut the chamber. He lifted up the gun and put the barrel up against the hole in his stomach. Without a word to anyone he fired the bullet into his wound. He then instantly let out an agonizing scream and fell onto his back. Several seconds later however he fell into a sort of semi-slumber where he was asleep but could hear and feel his surroundings. He felt each wound as it seemed a flood of icy water was being poured over them. He had done this once before and knew this to be the healing of his wounds. Several minutes after he lay there still in his laying state, but fully healed. He stared up at the ceiling.
" do not worry friend, I just need to sleep." With that Vahn fell asleep where he was laying.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 27, 2003 15:37:56 GMT -5
Longshanks arched one hidden eyebrow and again scratched his beard at the antics of Vahn. How odd this man was, and certainly not human though Luck knew he looked the part. He hoped that the bullet the man had fired off had not pierced the hull of his lifeboat, but doubted it severely, considering that the entire vessel was made of adamanium, which was nigh on indestructible. Turning again to Firehawk as Vahn's snores began to pervade the cabin, he asked, "Are you going to use the autodoc?"
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Post by Firehawk on Dec 27, 2003 17:16:07 GMT -5
"Hmm... might be a good idea, considering that radiation isn't going to have a very good effect on me... never has..." Firehawk walked over to the autodoc and entered, beginning the healing process. He thought about a few things as he rested, and then just waited silently. He knew he would have to figure much more out before he could really feel... he didn't know what...
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 29, 2003 18:25:52 GMT -5
Vahn was haunted by his dreams as he slept. He was once again back on Third Miltia and was looking though the eyes of his transformation. He watched as he froze an entire city, shattered it with sound waves, killed millions with earth,fire and lightning, and troe apart the last link he had to his ancient world. The last words of the other survivor still rang through his ears.
"I'm sorry m'lord. I've failed you..."
Vahn sat up sweating from the floor in Longshanks ship. The words still ringing in his mind. He looked around to find almost everyone resting. He sighed as he was confirmed he was with friends. He then whispered to himself under his breath.
"He called me lord, why? Why would he call me that?"
Vahn lay back down and stared at the ceiling and pondered, feeling nervous of saying too much for some reason. Maybe he didn't want them to think he was crazy, But for some reason he felt something else that he hadn't felt when he was with them earlier, he just didn't know what.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 29, 2003 21:28:25 GMT -5
Finally, overwhelmed with grief from damages to his wings and the agony of the hurts he had suffered, Longshanks sank heavily down upon one of the cushioned benches that lined the walls of the lifeboat. Groaning emphatically, he tried to lay back for to rest, but was halted by excruciating pain lancing through his tattered black wings. Expelling his breath violently, Longshanks straightened and simply laid his head back against the hull. Tears streamed down his face as he wept silently to himself. Now that his rage and hate had had some time to dissipate, Longshanks' intense grief at losing his wings set in, and he could not contain his tears. Dozing after a fashion, even as his clear, unsalted tears continued in a flood that could turn a mill (hyperbole--heh heh) the Orion waited for the autodoc to finish healing Firehawk. Then his wings could be repaired and all would be set aright . . .
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Post by Firehawk on Dec 29, 2003 21:45:11 GMT -5
Cleansed of radiation, Firehawk exited the autodoc and stood next to Vahn. "...Next, I guess..." He was slightly dazed from just coming out, as was common for him, whether he had just gotten up from sleep or some other method like the autodoc he had come out of. He sat a few feet away from Vahn, on the ground, and began thinking more about his crash. Could someone have shot me down, similar to so many other stories I've heard? But who could have shot me down if that was the case? He changed his thoughts, and thought about what his race was doing, what all his friends were doing... and his family... He shook it off, he knew he would return someday, just not for a good while. His ship had taken extreme damage in the crash and would take months, maybe years to repair. He looked around at his surroundings again, and just sat back and relaxed after.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 30, 2003 0:20:25 GMT -5
Longshanks cracked an eye open as he heard the autodoc hiss open. He followed Firehawk's progress to a spot nigh to Vahn; the strange man seemed somewhat muddled, but Longshanks knew not why. Oh well. The Orion slowly stood, wiping away the tears on his face with one of his sleeves. Bowing to Firehawk carefully as pain shot through his body, he stated, "I hope you're feeling better," before hobbling slowly over to Mellira, who lay slumbering in the captain's seat. He gazed upon her for a moment, her peaceful form influenced by the rhythym of sleep. He smiled, observing that she was rather pretty; then he frowned as he reflected on his purpose. The Orion did not want to disturb her slumber, but felt that it was necessary that she take a turn in the autodoc to clear out all errant radiation yet poisoning her body. "Mellira," he said, shaking her softly. "Mellira, wake up."
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Dec 30, 2003 17:38:23 GMT -5
Mellira slowly pulled herself from the throws of slumber, only to slump against Longshanks. She wanted the poisen out of her body. She was sick, sick, sick. Sicker than Mellira Elliessian Sa Callara had ever been, should ever be. She trusted Longshanks. He knew an antidote. She would let him work it.
" Do what ever you can to fix me." She said softly, trying not to beg. The elfin nobilty does not beg, not matter what straits they are in.
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