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Post by Araxis on Jan 2, 2004 17:05:36 GMT -5
Supporting Mellira as he worked his way slowly to the back of his lifeboat, Longshanks stopped beside the autodoc. "This machine," he began, gesturing at it, "will heal any physical hurts you may have suffered and clear the poison of the radiation from your body. It is rather simple to work--you simply climb in, and itautomatically takes over from there, performing its job; hence the name autodoc," the Orion said with a smile, as he opened the clear lid and turned to Mellira, starting to motion with one of his wings that she climb in before pain shot through the tattered limb. He stoically maintained his smile, though it tightened slightly with the pain, and instead motioned with his hand, carefully folding up his ebony wing again.
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Jan 9, 2004 23:24:48 GMT -5
Mellira smiled weakly as Lonshanks lowered her into his strange machine. It felt nice to be in his arms her cheek against his chest. He had saved her many times, despite his own dangers and injuries and she was thankful for that. Now, as she was settled against the autodock's strange pillowed intior, proped up against them, she felt herself drift off. Slowly, she felt herself renewed. Slowly, she became ready to heal again.
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Post by Araxis on Jan 10, 2004 23:23:10 GMT -5
After lifting Mellira carefully into the autodoc, ignoring the burning of his injuries, Longshanks retreated a pace and observed that all was well with her and the machine. All the lights were green, and Mellira drifted back to sleep in several moments. Returning to his spot on the bench, Longshanks sank slowly onto the cushioned seat, groaning slightly. Now that Mellira was getting the radiation cleaned out of her system, the Orion's mind was set more at ease, and he allowed himself to worry about him. It wouldn't be too long before the autodoc was finished, and then Longshanks could himself finally climb in. His time within would be much longer, he knew, considering that the machine would have its metaphoric hands full with healing his remaining injuries and repairing the intricacies of his still tattered black wings.
Pondering the events of the day, Longshanks drifted back into a light sleep, dozing but ready to awaken at a moments' notice when the autodoc had finished. His sleep was filled with dreams of dancing through the clouds of Arcadia, his long-distant home, and a smile graced his lips . . .
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Jan 12, 2004 21:54:14 GMT -5
Mellira awoke several minutes later with her hair against the slivery pillow. She felt alright. Her stumach didn't want to release anything. Her hand didn't throb anymore from the healing. things were okay. She pushed out of the Autodock, and walked to Longshanks.
"Thank you." She said. "I believe you need that, now."
She turned away to find a place to rest. Healing was tiresome work.
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Post by Araxis on Jan 12, 2004 22:14:14 GMT -5
Longshanks awoke as the autodoc tolled its completion of Mellira's healing. He smiled as she thanked him. "No problem; and indeed, I do require it now." He stood up again, still groaning. It would be nice to have his hurts healed, especially his beautiful wings. Moving back to the autodoc, he opened the lid and managed to collapse into it with a roll. He inhaled sharply as his wings were pressed beneath his body, stoically ignoring the burning as he folded them into the special nooks designed into the autodoc to allow Orions use of it. The lid closed automatically, and as the autodoc set to work repairing his agonized body Longshanks finally allowed himself to drop into a deep slumber, hsi mind at ease now that Mellira was healed and he was in the healing process. Once more his dreams bent to the clouds of Arcadia.
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Post by Firehawk on Jan 12, 2004 22:20:03 GMT -5
As Firehawk heard the autodoc open, he looked up for an instant, out of habit. Then he returned to his thoughts. I wonder what is happening on my home planet...
He thought long and hard about this, then slowly drifted into sleep. He dreamt after a while, but this was not peaceful sleep. It was plagued by images of his home, burning, explosions everywhere. His family, friends, everyone he knew... Gone. He awoke quickly, shook his head, and felt the sensation of extreme heat coursing through his body. Oh no, not now... wait a minute, twice in one day?! THIS CANNOT BE GOOD! Suddenly, he faded out of the ship and appeared on Fyia once more... 50 feet in the air. "Oh no, not again..." He began to fall to the ground below, and he braced himself for the impact. He hit the ground hard, and winced in pain as he got up. "d**m... I hate it when it tries to warp me like that... it NEVER WORKS." He looked around, and found he had landed right next to his ship, in all its battered glory... or something like that, he thought. He slowly walked into the ship and found his medical equipment, and slowly began to mend the wounds he had suffered in the fall. The evil had not continued its attempt to take him, and so his mind was at ease once more...
Edit: made a few modifications...
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Jan 13, 2004 15:12:23 GMT -5
Vahn stood up slowly and walked over to door of the ship leading into the wide open atmosphere and opened it calmly. He looked down calmly and gazed upon the man lying on the ground below him. He had not yet gained his kindness back yet as he shut the door to the ship. He'll be okay till we decide to fly down. Or he could fly up and giive us a knock. After all, nothings impossible here. I've even talked to people who were dead.
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Post by Araxis on Jan 17, 2004 16:17:34 GMT -5
Time passed . . . an hour, maybe two . . . Longshanks did not know, he was unaware, unconscious, slumbering, as his body was slowly, methodically repairedby the Automated Doctor. His wings once grand had been torn and tattered, the glossy black feathers carelessly destroyed, the delicate and complex muscle structure ruined by that man's reckless hate. Fragments of the imp's devious explosives were surgically removed by the dexterous fingers of the autodoc's intricate machinery. Leftover radiation from the gamma burst was cleaned out by the advanced medical technology.
At last, the autodoc tolled that its work on Longshanks was complete, and the coffin-like lid opened. Sitting up, Longshanks rubbed his eyes and breathed deep the familiar air of his lifeboat. "Ahh-ahh; it's good to not feel pain!" A broad grin spread across his face as he climbed out of the autodoc; he felt refreshed, the fatigue poisons having been cleared from his veins by the autodoc. Stretching as if just awakening from a restful night's sleep, Longshanks relished the familiar sensations of his wings, and as oxygen-rich blood was pumped through his veins he felt the ancient exhileration filling him, the joy of cloud-dancing that accompanied the spreading of wings to their full span. The tips of his ravenesque wings brushed the walls and ceiling of the lifeboat, and Longshanks was presently brought back to reality.
Looking about, Longshanks smiled as he set eyes on Mellira, who was still resting. He continued looking about to ascertain the current state of affairs of his ship, and found Vahn in the corner on a bench. However, Firehawk was nowhere to be seen. Arching an eyebrow and scratching his beard, Longshanks reached up and switched off his neural inhibitor; a sigh of relief escaped his lips as his empathy flooded back to him, the feelings of other beings returning to his range of perception. Only two beings registered though, and the Orion frowned slightly. Firehawk was well and truly gone, but the questions were how and why? And why was Vahn so emotionless? No feelings of any kind came through, only the sensation that he was indeed present. Longshanks could not think how terrible an existence without emotion must be; it was an afront to nature, that kind of thing. At least Mellira remained as she had been.
Turning now to Vahn, Longshanks said, quietly so as not to disturb Mellira's rest, "I have two questions for you, if you would care to answer them. First is this: where has Firehawk gone? And next, why have you become as the Cython, totally emotionless?" He hoped that Vahn would explain these things to him.
((1,000,000 points to whoever can identify the reference to a popular trilogy that I snuck into this post))
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Jan 19, 2004 21:01:53 GMT -5
Mellira pulled herself awake. She was refreshed and ready for nearly anything. Her body was healed. Her blood price was repaid, and her knee was no longer painful. She arose slowly, and looked for the one called Firehawk. He was no where in sight. Instead, Longshanks and the thief called Vahn were argueing over in a corner. Mellira looked out the ships portal windows and down to the street where she had rescued the others. Firehawk lay there, unconsious, and Mellira knew he was hurting. She felt for him, as a fellow being, and she knew something had to be done to help him.
Slowly, she walked over to the control pannel, wondering at how her body had healed. "Someone has to save him." She told the fighting males. Who will do it?"
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Jan 19, 2004 22:57:08 GMT -5
Vahn looked calmly up at the two before him.
"To answer your first question he is on the ground and is simply bruised and cut, he will not die. Secondly, I have not become emotionless as you believe. When I created the bullet I had to pore all of my emotion into its creation, thus for an hour or two i have none. It is highly unfortunate. also he was foolish to step out at our altitude, I shut the door in order to stay warm. I would help him but I will not fly another man's ship."
Vahn was just starting to regain his emotion now, and this attitude was starting to become intolerable to even him.
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Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Jan 20, 2004 19:35:39 GMT -5
Mellira was exhasperated. "Well, someone has to. I know nothing of flying ships. I knew nothing of them before i arrived here, and expect i would make a mess of it. You will have to fly, unless Longshanks will."
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Post by Araxis on Jan 20, 2004 23:22:31 GMT -5
"Futz, what?" Longshanks was so stunned by the revelation that Firehawk had somehow managed to get out of the lifeboat in order to fall and lie mangled on the ground, contemplating how in Hel's name he could have managed such a feat and remain alive to tell the tale--only cut and bruised, Vahn said!--that it took him several moments of precious time to respond. "Oh, futz!"
Longshanks dashed to the helm, and carefully observed the sensor readouts in order to figure out Firehawk's position on the planet before. Newly refreshed, he was able to do so in several seconds, and programmed in a swift course that would take the ship down immediately next to Firehawk's present position. He looked up from the helm at his friends. He arched an eyebrow and cracked a joke: "Now we hope that we don't land on him."
The ship's computers took matters into their hands now, and slowly the ship did an about face and dove slightly, heading for the man lying broken on the ground. The inhabitants would not be able to feel any sensation of movement considering the gravity generators whining faintly in the background; they maintained onboard gravity at approximately one gee, and kept the force pulling down relative to the lifeboat's deck rather than the world below. Sensors indicated that they were nearing Firehawk's position, when suddenly he got up off the ground and headed towards a large mass on the ground nigh to him, which Longshanks realized was a crashed ship. "What the futz?"
How in Hel's name could anyone survive a fall from low orbit? That was insane! Longshanks could not understand how Firehawk could have just stood up afterwards, let alone survive, yet there he was, walking away. Unless the sensors were flawed . . . but that was preposterous! They were top-of-the-line, military-grade, among the best the Orion race had to offer. They did not make mistakes. Unless they were now . . . All of this ran through Longshanks' mind as his vessel careened towards Firehawk.
In a minute or so, the ship settled slowly to the earth on its landing skids, throwing dust high into the air in massive plumes. Longshanks pressed the stud by the door and it opened with a hiss, sliding unobtrusively into the ceiling like a snail retreating into its shell. Longshanks sprinted outside, throwing his hands up to protect his eyes from the swirling dust that pervaded the air, though he silently cursed it as his ebony wings acquired a thick, readily evident coating of airborne dirt.
Heading where the sensors had indicated Firehawk to be, Longshanks soon had a large battered vessel laying on its side like a beached whale within his sights, and a humanoid figure stood under its shadow. Several more seconds of running with his long legs brought Longshanks up next to Firehawk who had some sort of kit in his hands out of which he was applying medical aid to his multiple hurts. Stopping well short of the man, Longshanks arched one eyebrow and scratched his beard in genuine disconcertion. How in Hel's name . . . ? Aside from minor pains, he seemed healthy enough, according to Longshanks' empathy. Another turn in the autodoc would do him well, but was not necessary for adequate healing.
"Firehawk, what happened? You disappeared, and next I knew you were on the ground, bruised and battered. And then you got up! From a fall from low orbit as far as I can tell! For Luck's sake, how?" Longshanks could not keep his incredulity from his voice, and he readjusted his wings in disbelief.
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Post by Firehawk on Jan 21, 2004 0:08:29 GMT -5
"Trust me, falls like that have occurred to me before..." Firehawk was still smarting from the fall, the impact had sort of... knocked a little bit out of him. "When you have an unpredictable side that does what it does, you gotta be prepared for anything... And considering I'm used to failed warps like that it comes as no surprise to me." He stood back, an expression of pure indifference to the subject. He had taken hits in battle far worse, and in fact there was one occasoin in which his evil side had manifested itself and attacked him. That was his worst fear these days, if it came out, he was going to have a rough time. This place could end up in huge trouble if I fail to supress this evil... and I don't need that. Not again. His mind was plagued by images of the last planet his evil side had destroyed, as he watched. Never again. I can't let that happen. "Well, I think I should probably head off. It's been good to meet some people, and hopefully our paths will cross again. I do not know where I will go next though..." He thought about this. Where could he go? What places were there on this planet? "Anyway, I guess I'll be seeing you all around." Firehawk walked off into the distance, still in slight pain but his medical equipment had helped greatly. He was ready to take on anything he needed to.
OOC: if you didn't notice, I edited the previous post. Just so you know.
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Jan 22, 2004 0:07:12 GMT -5
Vahn walked slowly out of the ship and found Firehawk already talking with Longshanks. From what he had heard this man was also hiding another side to himself, a side that was highly dangerous.
"Friend, I would like to know more about this 'unpredictable side' of yours, for I myself often find myself in the same predicament, but that will wait until you feel better."
Vahn walked back over to the ship and began circling it, studying it's design. Impressive, very impressive. He had already seen the controls when Longshanks had flown it down. He wondered where he could have gotten such a ship.
"Longshanks, where do you get a ship of this caliber, this quality? This is like no other ships that I have ever seen. Even the imperial ones that I stole (although they weren't the best). How could one go about attaining such a craft? It has suberb speed possibilities, and the controls are a quality of which I have never seen."
This may be only a small ship compared to mine, but his technology is far advanced than any I have ever seen, interesting.
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Post by Araxis on Jan 26, 2004 23:53:08 GMT -5
Longshanks watched for a moment as Firehawk wandered off into the distance, then turned back to Vahn, who was addressing him. Something about the lifeboat being a phenomenal vessel, which it wasn't as far as Longshansk was concerned; it simply fit his needs. He could feel wonderment coming from Vahn with his empathy. "Well," Longshanks began his answer to Vahn's inquiry, "this ship is the peak of technological advances by the Orion race, but it's really not that great. It's only a lifeboat; the mothership, in orbit, is a true marvel, but only a tiny corvette. Of course, my lifeboat is top-of-the-line, military-grade stuff, and I have it because of the importance of my mission for the Orion race. I am to hunt down a deadly Cython assassin caste, and for that I was bequeathed the best the Orion race had to offer." Arching his eyebrow, the Orion was curious about Vahn's mentioning of stealing 'imperial' starships, but ignored it for the moment. Longshanks scratched his beard. "And that brings me back to my original mission, and my original question for you, before all that happened. Have you seen a humanoid insect wandering about? I think he goes by the name 'Cethyn' . . ." Longshanks also looked towards Mellira as he asked this question, wondering if she knew anything about his quarry.
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