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Post by Shadow Lass on Nov 18, 2012 21:35:07 GMT -5
 You’ve brought great shame to our planet, your impulsive, brash and egotistical actions have made a mockery of our people. If you are expected to represent the Talokians you must learn to open your eyes child and embrace the universe. We are sending you on a pilgrimage, one that will make you a better leader. Seek out the Legion, Tasmia; leave us now as a child and return to us as a champion.
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Red lights danced upon her face like strobes. Their blinking was sporadic and increasing in frequency as time passed on. The blue skin on the Talokian blinked simultaneously with shades of purple as the light reflected upon her flesh and the only disply of reaction to the flashing were the subtle movements that occurred beneath her lids.
Her eyes rolled slowly in their sockets and the loose skinon her lids vibrated slightly as if there was a struggle going on beneath the surface. The skin around her glabella wrinkled slightly as her face scrunched together, then finally her lids began to open lazily and black irises stared blankly at the space before her.
At first Tasmia could only see red, then that faded and her vision was replaced by absolute darkness. She closed her eyes and shifted in her position only to stop as her body tingled painfully as life was brought back into her very veins. She opened her eyes again, slight annoyance in her expression as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She felt cramped and rightfully so as she recalled the small space ship she was in. Actually it was barely that, it was a shuttle meant to bring her across the galaxy to where the supposed Legion was holed up in – some other part of the universe Tasmia really didn’t care about. She grimaced as she moved her head, only to feel a rush of liquid run down the back of her head. Her hand reached back to check for blood but there was none. Her body was restoring equilibrium she deduced and then she began to wonder just how long had she been out?
Her body permitted her move movement now and she painfully rose in her seat, straightening her back to seat with an absolutely regal demeanor. Her black eyes studied her dashboard, the control lights were completely dead and the only light that continuously radiated upon her face was that insistent red blinking.
Pressing a few panels on her dashboard, Tasmia silently urged the ship to respond. After about five clicks, she growled in impatience and slammed the bottom of her fist against the panel. Surprisingly enough (or miraculously) the force of her blow initiated a starting up sequence and she heard the ship’s controls whir with life. The sudden optimism was short lived however as the whirring abruptly stopped and the ship began to die down again. Small warning windows popped up on her panels and Tasmia looked down to study them.
WARNING!
Ship’s Life Support at 20%
Engine at 10% Power
Heavy Damage to Sectors 2, 4, 6, 8, 12
Immediate docking is highly recommended
Her eyes narrowed as the situation dawned upon her and she recalled what had brought her here in the first place. Comet shower, somehow she had run into a Comet Shower and without little notice or the proper equipment to pull through such an event Tasmia had to evade the deadly pieces of space rock all while trying to stay on course. She was, it appeared, moderately successfully in her efforts. At the very least, she was still alive. But with very little recollection or idea of how long she had been drifting, Tasmia was unsure of how far she had gone off course. Her shuttle was on the brink of breaking apart and she barely had enough life support to get her through – well who knows what else she could encounter.
Biting her dark lip, the Talokian looked out her window, trying to see if any planet would come into sight. Her heart fell as she made only the darkness of space and the twinkle of a star as it blinked in the distance. Lowering her head, Tasmia found herself hugging her body as she looked side-to-side, attempting to think of a resolve, but her thoughts only returning to the darkness.
Her first mission she had failed, she had brought shame to their entire colony and now – now she was going to die out here. Alone, most likely never found again and worst of all, she would have failed another mission. Tears began to brim upon her ducts and she bit her lip harder, so hard she threatened to cut the flesh. The clenching of her fists tightened and she began to shake, her body reacting as she did everything in her power to prevent the tears from falling.
This was all she had ever amounted to a complete failure and now she as going to wallow in her own disappointment and let it shame her eternally. Tasmia shut her eyes, bringing the lids to wrinkle as she held them together tightly. Her fist clenched once more and then she maintained the hold a new surge of defiance and will overcoming her.
No. No she was not going to die out here and she was most certainly not going to bring further disappointment to her people. Tasmia was going to make it out of here alive, Grife she was going to propel herself through space no matter what it took. Rising from her fallen state, she placed her fingers on the control panels, hesitated for a moment, then reached under the dashboard to set the ship’s system into a manual interface. Warning lights blinked around her, but she chose to ignore it, her fingers working quickly over the keyboard as she rerouted 15% of her life support to the engines. Functioning with 35% of her engine’s power was barely enough – she knew – but it was damn well better than nothing.
Pulling up a map of the area, Tasmia began to work more quickly now knowing that her precious breathing space was severely limited. She opened all frequencies her ship was still capable of, searching for a radio wave, for a planetary mass, searching for life. It was only seconds, but she was already growing impatient – then suddenly the map’s display shifted and a large body was detected just a few miles from her current location. Calculating the trajectory and distance between the moving object and her own ship, Tasmia deduced that if she put a little more of her life support into the engines she would be able to reach the mass in ten minutes.
Knowing that it was her best and only option, Tasmia took a deep breath and exhaled and then rerouted her ship’s power.
Ten Minutes Later. . .
She didn’t think she would have actually made it. In fact, by the time she felt her head begin to spin, Tasmia was counting herself out. Most certainly she would be done and that mass she had detected earlier, maybe it never existed. Maybe she had been already delirious and maybe she had just imagined everything that had just happened. Maybe she was still in bed, sleeping away and she would awake from this terrible nightmare.
Her vision was hazy and she stared helpless at the void before her, nothing prominent beckoned her or reached out to her. There was only darkness and for the first time in her life – Tasmia Mallor was afraid of the thick blanket that threated to cover her. It was her poor judgment that did not bring to her attention the oncoming asteroid that overshadowed her tiny shuttle by twenty fold. The darkness, it was all the same to her, so when her ship’s collision system began to go online, she merely ignored it thinking that it was just her computer informing her of her depleted life source. Her eyes rolled and as she lolled her head back and over the shoulder of her seat, she felt her ship collide with the asteroid’s surface. The bump caused her neck to snap forward and back rather violently, and she grimaced in pain. She could do very little to brace for the ongoing impact as her shuttle bounced and rolled along the surface of the asteroid.
Finally, what seemed like an eternity, her ship finally came to a sliding stop. The sound of the rocky surface scraping against the metal of her ship was grating to her ears and was by far the only thing that made her believe she was possibly alive. There was silence, and the red blinking was more insistent now. Tasmia rolled her head, the muscles in her neck quavering under the weight of her skull as she tried to make sense of what was going on around her.
Dirt and rock looked back at her, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she had landed. That she had reached the object; that she was alive.
Thoughts raced throughout her head, and with them her eyes swiftly moved side to side in its socket as she looked at her ship and to the ground that existed around her.
“Tasmia… go.”
That was all she needed to push herself off her seat and grab the emergency oxygen kit that hung loosely on the side of her ship’s hull. Ignoring the flashing signals, she slammed her fist on the emergency eject button to only have the ship blare out an error sound in response. Tasmia grit her teeth and rolled onto her back. Her feet up in the air, she bent them slightly at the knee and then pushed forward onto the shattered and caved in glass of her ship. The window did not give, and Tasmia could feel her body scream for oxygen as it staggered on its last few ounces.
“NNggAGHH!!!”
She grunted as her white sclera was consumed by a black coating and tendrils of wispy black masses erupted from (what looked like) her back. They rammed against the broken windshield and with two heavy grunts, Tasmia was able to finally break the glass of its hinge and send it flying off the ship.
A deep inhale was required as the airless vacuum of space greeted her. Quickly, the young Talokian fixated the oxygen rebreather over her nose and mouth and turned on the device that operated the small tank of oxygen that she slipped onto the hilt of her belt. Oxygen, beautiful, clean oxygen traversed through the fibers of her being, and Tasmia’s eyes fluttered in relief as her body as granted the odorless gas that it so desperately needed to survive. Reinvigorated by the new stream of oxygen, Tasmia pulled her body out of the ship and landed onto the asteroid’s surface.
Fortunately, her Talokian physiology granted her a longer survival time in the vacuum of space. That however did not mean that she could stay out here forever. In fact, she would have about fifteen minutes to find shelter otherwise her body would succumb to the pressures of space.
She looked around, searching for something – anything that signified life in the distance.
Tasmia’s vision was still blurry so she lacked the necessary conscious effort to make out objects in the distance. Pursing her lips, she turned back to her ship and walked around to its rear. Creating a dark blade in her hand, Tasmia forced the edged object into a small slip at the side of the ship and pried a triangular covering off the ship’s surface. Tossing the object aside, she looked at the series of blue and red buttons that looked back at her.
Emergency beacon transponders, built on a separate power supply on the ship. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she recognized that its parts had not been damaged. Aware of her lack of time, she quickly entered the necessary code for a distress beacon and activated the call.
As the ship confirmed its communication, a roar in the distance caused the young Talokian’s pointed ears to arch northwest of her position.
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Post by Saturn Girl on Dec 2, 2012 11:01:58 GMT -5
The persistent beeping that came through a speaker by her bed is what woke her up. Her blue eyes staring into the darkness that surrounded her, from the safety of her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. She breathed out a calming breath and ran her fingers through her tangled golden locks as she sat up ignoring the sheet as it pooled around her ankles as she pulled her knees to her chest. She shivered as her exposed skin was exposed to the temperature to kept her room in to better help her sleep. White shorts with fine light blue silk ribbon to tie the shorts tighter in a bow if she needed too and a light blue undershirt exposing the pale smooth skin of her arms and long legs.
‘What’s going on?’
She asked herself turning her head and looking at the small screen on the wall, a blinking red light was continuing the flash and a beep, as a reading was put on the screen that said ‘URGENT’ in big read leaders. Her fingers reached out the touch the screen, her index finger pressing the box and watching as the words filtered on the screen in blocks of text and with a touch to the little speaker on the bottom left of the screen, did it start to filler room with the sound.
Her heart beat in her throat and she was moving from her bed, rushing towards her closet, even as she slipped out of her clothes, her shorts the first to slid down her long legs as she stepped out of them in nothing but her undershirt and a pair of white silk panties with a light blue lacey trim along the edges. Her door to her room was open, but she paid it no mind, no one was here. She was alone on this massive ship alone, Garth Ranzz or as he liked to be called Lightening lad and Rokk Krinn as Cosmic Boy were both out on a joint mission leaving her to hold down the fort. She wasn’t worried she knew she could handle it but now with the distress call, her computer had managed to pick up. She had her doubts that she could get there in time.
Her fingers tugging down the suit that would offer her some protection from the elements of space, she hopped on one foot as she quickly moved to get it on, and pull it up to her knee before doing the same but switching feet to get it up her other leg. She let the material hang down around her waist as she moved pulling her top over her head and striding forward to throw open her drawers to put on a bra before shoving her feet in the boots by her bed and running out of her room towards the main computer. She didn’t even bother being fully dressed; she’d do that on the way.
Her fingers flew open over the keys accessing the small ship and imputing the coordinates that she’d need to get to the craft. She knew she could fly out there on her own but it wouldn’t do her any good to be unable to carry the girl with her safely and she very well could need medical attention. As the coordinates were set via the computer into the onboard computer she put the ship on a sort of lock down with a code that would make it inaccessible unless Garth, Rokk or herself put in the code to reawaken it.
She grabbed an oxygen breather on her way to the ship and made sure she had enough and a small medical kit, being prepared for anything as she hit the engine button and the small round ship that could carry six people. As she put watched the hatch open she pushed the lever forward the ship took off a slow speed out of the hanger and once the doors were shutting behind her, she pushed it all the way forward, as it auto-piloted itself to the coordinates allowing herself to finish getting dressed, pulling the material down her arms and flexing her fingers into the gloves that she pulled on that she’d thrown in the seat next to her. She zipped the suit closed, and took a deep steadying breath before she closed her eyes and got ready to contact, the girl who was stuck in space, and on deaths door.
As her mind reached out, she could feel the girl’s faint mind, as she carefully reached out to brush her mind against hers and she found her name easily enough. As the connection was established she could feel it flutter and she hoped it stuck and the young woman didn’t pass out, it would abolish any hope she had of being able to communicate with her. Sometimes she hated her handicap it made her nervous being unable to talk with others and she often times felt a little embarrassed around new people who didn’t give the opportunity to get to know her. She didn't speak up something telling her to wait even as she hesitantly withdrew to where the connection was very minmial and offered her very little in means of communicating, but she waiting knowing something was going to happen.
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Post by Shadow Lass on Dec 20, 2012 20:09:23 GMT -5
The roar in the distance was both a discomforting and relieving for Tasmia Mallor. The young shadow champion recognized the potential for life in the endless darkness, but with that there was the potential for danger. The roar – while not easily identifiable was not exactly one of the first things she wanted to hear out in the dead of space. It was however her only clue to finding a safe haven in the harsh environment she was currently trapped within. Yes her body could with stand the vacuum of space for who knows how much longer, she wasn’t too keen on finding this out – at the very least she wanted to die in someone’s company. Was that fear she was showing? She shook her head, it was only instinct, and if she died out here she wanted someone to know. Space would just consume her and her pilgrimage would just be shrouded forever in mystery to her people back on Talok.
Her pointed ears were her best ally in locating the sound. Tasmia’s blue eyes would look back at her damaged vessel apprehensively before turning on her heel and walking briskly in the direction that the sound was picked up. Her oxygen rebreather left her little air to run on, so she wasn’t ready to do anything stupid like run and consume more of the pressure air. Instead, she opted for quickened steps that brought her across the asteroid’s rough terrain. The eeriness of the land around her seems to radiate more and more as she grew closer to the sound. It had been five minutes now since she last heard the roar in the distance and Tasmia was becoming to think her injuries and lack of oxygen were the culprits in misleading her.
The young Talokian’s body was beginning to weaken and she looked over the horizon, her vision somewhat blurry. At first she thought it to be some illusion, tricks her mind was playing in her final moments of desperation. But then, as she blinked and her vision became momentarily clear she could see the hulking black space station that was peeking over the craters and mountains. Tasmia’s blue eyes widened, and her heart quickened as she realized that all hope was not truly lost. Gathering whatever reserved enough she was running on, she pushed her body forward as she kept her target in sight.
She grew closer and closer and could not make out the faint blinking red lights that emitted from the station. Tasmia thought nothing of it, at the time, nothing about the facility was odd. Like for example the fact that it was housed on top on a massive asteroid. The fact that there was a sever lacking of lights or even sentient beings within the vicinity. Or even the fact that an ominous air shrouded the hulking facility that looked to be a dead zone to anyone that was clear of mind. She ignored these signs and instead pushed forward, her eyes catching the sight of mining vehicles and a massive drill that was adjusted and fitted at what she presumed was the front of the vessel.
Tasmia’s eyes looked lazily around as she approached the massive structure, her eyes contouring over the pillars that seemed to hold the crossed shaped facility over the ground as well as the familiar symbol that was blackened with negligence at its surface.
“United Planets… that’s the United Planets logo.”
Tasmia muttered to herself, her head growing dizzy as she began to run forward, her arms waving around frantically as she searched for any entrance. She rushed toward the collection of vehicles, thinking that there was some sort of bay or port that they were gathered around.
“Hello!.. HELLO!”
The Earth language seemed strange as it rolled off her tongue and even though she had been learning it for years she still felt so unfamiliar in its pronunciation. Tasmia knew it sounded garbled, but she didn’t care it was her only mode of communication right now. Beeping emitted from her rebreather and she realized she was running on dangerously low levels now.
“HELLO!”
Her small voice seemed insignificant as she ran under the massive drilling station now, her movement becoming rather clumsy as she bumped into a vehicle. Eyes spun around as she noticed the blinking orange light near a set of double doors that looked to open to the ship. Her heart skipped a beat again and she rushed toward it, her rebreather emitting a flat line sound as the oxygen ran its last course. Tasmia took in a breath of air, holding it for what she hoped would be several seconds.
She reached the large blinking light and recognized the emergency open hatch. Grabbing the lever, she immediately pulled down, her body stiffening as she waited for the doors to respond.
At first there was nothing, and Tasmia could feel her lungs begin to pulsate in her chest as it began to beg for hair. Her expression held worry and she began to feel rather hopeless as the structure did not heed to her command. She ran forward, pounding her fists on the massive door, but only realized that was stupid and a waste of the oxygen that she did not have. She released her clenched fist and held her head back, looking up with pleading eyes at the dark sky.
THUuDD!!!
The sound caused her to jump and she looked at the set of the doors that began to tremble. Small pieces of debris were falling from the top and Tasmia held her hands over her head as it fell upon her. The ground began to tremble and she realized that the large mechanisms on the door were at work – slowly but surely working their way to grant her entrance to the facility. A new glint was in her eyes as she ignored the throbbing in her chest and watched as the doors slowly began to shift in their place. Had she been under better circumstances, her judgment would have alerted her to the amount of work it took the doors to open suggesting a high level of poor maintenance. Instead, she waited almost patiently as just a tiny cracked formed between the doors and she finally saw her opening.
There, barely a foot of space had opened up and she recognized her opportunity. Rushing forward, she tossed her rebreather aside and ran into the structure. Tasmia burst through the doors, her foot becoming caught on something and causing her to fall face first onto the hard surface.
She gasped, releasing the air or whatever was in her lungs and felt her body convulse slightly as she breathed in. It took her a few moments to realize that she was breathing in nothing, that there was no air and that she had essentially run herself into a dead end.
Another roar in the distance and she flipped over onto her side, staring through the darkness her well adept eyes seeing her surroundings as clear as days. That’s when the scream erupted from her lungs, taking all the energy that was left in her as she stared at the grossly, mutilated figure that lay by her side, eye sockets void of eyes, but expression in shock. Its skin was wrinkled, torn and completely decayed and what was left of its mouth stood agape as if trying to warn her of something. She would never know, not as the darkness actually began to consume her and she felt her mind slip from this plane.
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Post by Saturn Girl on Jan 9, 2013 7:08:37 GMT -5
As her mind reached out, she could feel the girl’s faint mind, as she carefully reached out to brush her mind against hers and she spoke to her, finding her name easily enough. As the connection was established she could feel it flutter and she hoped it stuck and the young woman didn’t pass out, it would abolish any hope she had of being able to communicate with her. Sometimes she hated her handicap it made her nervous being unable to talk with others and she often times felt a little embarrassed around new people who didn’t give the opportunity to get to know her.
“Tasmia…my name is Imra and I’m here to help you”
As she said those words to her through the connection she’d made, she was slinging the breather over her shoulder from the straps that would allow it to slide along her back like an oxygen tank, even as she opened the hatch to the aircraft as it stopped a safe distance away from the asteroid. Using her flight ring, she made the rest of the way over, her feet landing on the chunk of rock and she raced over to the side of the ship where she knew the young Talokian was, and a little peeved that she’d moved positions, she was no longer at the ship, but yet further way from her original position.
Why can’t she stay in one place?
She frowned slamming her feet into the chunk of rock and forcing herself forward in a wide arch as the zero gravity threw her forward towards where the young girl was. As she first reached the set of equipment she shot it a glance in suspicion at the building taking in the logo that she saw and filing that way for later, nothing like this should be going on, not on a moving asteroid and that’s when she knew, she knew things were not as they seemed things around here weren’t right.
Imra saw the hatch starting the close and the girl dart inside and as she bunched her knees and pushed off one final time she managed to make it into the darkness just before the door slammed shut behind and that’s when the Talokian’s scream echoed around her, causing her to start as she fell to the ground, from the deactivation and shift from being in sudden zero gravity to more of a centered gravity and she hit the ground with a thud, but shook it off and saw the girl just a few feet from her and scrambled on her hands and knees over to her, it’d take too much time to fully stand. Her vision had tunneled in her mounting distress over the other girl, and everything else was merely being blocked out to allow her the chance to do everything else she needed to do.
As she reached her, she wrenched off the girl’s helmet that allowed her to breath oxygen, as she dragged her glove from her right hand with her teeth in a savage moment, she pressed her hand to her throat, checking her pulse, it was faint, but she was alive, she knew she didn’t have enough time to get the breather situated before her heart stopped and that’s when she made the only logical decision she could make to keep her alive long enough to make sure she’d survive.
She held the girls chin with the fingers of her right hand and pressed her gloved left hand over her nose and stopped her airflow, even as she took a deep breath through her own parted lips and slightly pulled the girl chin down watching with deep blue eyes as her dark blue lips opened and she pressed her lips against her own blew the large breath of air that she held into her mouth, watching her chest begin to rise, and she mentally felt her heart take a beat and relax just a little bit from the lack of oxygen. She stilled not moving for a moment, letting her lips stay there as she felt the press of breath into her own mouth, which was a good sign, she was breathing even if it was merely a faint response, as she breathed through her nose one more time she blew her breath into her own body, even as she held her nose and kept her lips still firmly pressed against the darker skinned ones.
“Hold your breath for me Tasmia it’ll be only a moment, I promise, I need you to do this for me, don’t be alarmed.”
Imra waited for some sort of response mentally even if it was merely only subconscious, she’d cheated just a little bit and made her mind control her body and do exactly what she needed her to do, as she felt her mind falter, that’s when she got just a tiny bit of fear through her heart, because if she passed out, she’d have no way to get in touch with her, she could not communicate with those who were unconscious.
She moved with quick, rapid sure movements as she pulled the new tank closer to her, and went about removing the old oxygen rebreather from her body. Saturngirl quickly moved to activate the oxygen with the press of a button, looking as the needle rotated to tell her how much full the oxygen was, it was at the full green bar, and the sensor bar flashed and stayed a brilliant, bright, neon green. She removed the piece from Tasmia’s nose and mouth and placed the new one in its place, as she gently removed her fingers from her nose, and had sat back, holding her breath as she waited, waited for some sort of response, something to show she hadn’t been too late. |
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Post by Shadow Lass on Jan 25, 2013 17:32:39 GMT -5
Darkness was continuing to settle around her and slowly she was consumed by shadows that were not her own. In the last fleeting moments of life, she cursed herself and then suddenly she was incapable of any further thought. Instead she felt her body become numb and the feeling of zero gravity took over her entire physical being. She levitated in the darkness, her conscious completely separate from her and Tasmia merely existed in the cold black light. It was as if she were in a pool of water, weightless but somehow burdened by an unexplainable weight.
This was dying - would have been her thoughts if she was capable of doing so anymore.
As her physical being remained listless on that cold hard floor her blue skin began to look inexplicably pale as every cell in her body was deprived of the necessary function of life. Her cornflower blue skin transcended into a pale aqua and the muscles in her face began to relax, waving away the signs of stress she had experienced earlier. Oxford blue lips began to lighten in color and the skin began to dry and grow cracked as the oxygen deprived air attacked her body.
In the distance, there was a rattling but then it stopped as Imra Ardeen entered the large carrier and the docking bay doors firmly shut close. Had Tasmia been conscious she would have embraced the new comer, but for the time being she remained completely motionless beside the mutilated corpse on the verge of death.
She did not feel Imra’s cool lips press against her own and the first breath of air administered by the Titanian did little to her emaciated lungs. Molecules of oxygen danced within her tissue in a disorientated matter, unsure of where to go without the necessary direction from her respiratory organ. The lack of response from the Talokian did not discourage the Titanian as she inhaled and released another deep breath into Tasmia’s body. This breath, this was the breath of life.
Tasmia’s chest heaved and became full with the much needed oxygen and as if on cue her bodily systems began to slowly turn on again. It took a moment for the air to gather in her lungs and with s single push the molecules were dispersed throughout her body, rushing to her primary organ.
As Imra’s thoughts invaded the Talokian’s mind, she was at first unable to make out her speech. It almost sounded foreign, garbled and was only understood as a quick slur of vocal intonations. Then as her brain received the oxygen and spread the wealth of it throughout its mass she was able to make out "- I need you to do this for me, don’t be alarmed.”
Alarm and surprise were probably the first things she would have been able to express. But due to her inept physical and mental state she could only release a single mental pang that was akin to her brain essentially turning itself on. Like a computer restarting after a hard reboot.
Visuals were not available yet, and Tasmia’s mind could only make out the darkness. Physical sensory was also inaccessible as was smell and sound. There was just her mind, whose weakened state accepted the advice of the stranger and openly allowed her fragile physical body to be at the whim of Imra. She did not feel the mask as it was removed from her face, nor did she feel the replacement shell that was placed over her mouth and nose. Instead, the only thing she felt was the cool feeling like water rushing through her body. It started from her mouth and traveled down a linear path in her chest. Like a stream it parted and through multiple crevices and traveled to her lungs. The tissue crackled with life and with a heave, it released the oxy, sending the cooling sensation throughout her muscles, to her tissues, to her cells maybe even to her soul.
A great rise of her chest and the apparent activity of her diaphragm was a sure enough sign to show that Tasmia’s life on this plane had been restored. Slowly, her sensory came back. First it was the sound; she could hear the breathing apparatus rise and fall as it gave her life. Then it was her taste, where she could taste the cold sweet air as it brushed against the buds on her tongue. Followed after was sight, which was blurry and extremely distorted, but she could open her eyes now and expose her midnight blue – almost black irises that stared up at Imra with confusion, gratitude, some fear and caution. Then finally, came her feeling, first at the center of her body where she could feel the gritty floor beneath her back and arms, then the tingling of her fingers and toes alerted her that sensation was restored to the deep recesses of her body. A great breath in again and she could finally make out the clear impression of the blonde haired and blue eyed Titanian who appeared to glow with a brilliant white aura. Maybe that was just her distorted view.
Her mouth opened, intent on expressing gratitude, suspicion, inquiry but she was unable to express anything as a massively humanoid creature leaped out of the darkness with massive teeth bared and multiple appendages with serrated edges smashing down ready to claim their existence.
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Post by Saturn Girl on Sept 4, 2013 11:40:22 GMT -5
Had her focus not been so concentrated on the blue skinned Talokian, Imra would have probably taken notice of the disarray of the vessel that they were in along with the decayed body that lay next to Tasmia. She could blame absolute darkness on the latter, but the former was just misplaced focus. But could she really faulted for that? She was trying to save a life after all.
Her own breath was held as she watched the young woman and hoped that she had arrived in time to make a difference in the outcome of her situation. Why the Talokian had ventured from her ship and entered an unidentified craft was beyond Imra, but she supposed that that alien’s survival instinct had led to such brash action. Perhaps if she were in her situation, Imra would have done the same. She recalled desperation in the girl’s mental registry and it was a scary thought that lingered with Imra as she held the breathing apparatus over the Talokian’s blue lips.
For a moment she thought her request for Tasmia to just hold steady had gone unheeded, but then like a spark at ignition she felt Tasmia’s tiny mental pang reverberate throughout her mind. A small smile crept on the Titan’s small lips as she felt the Talokian’s mind reset and slowly restore itself. The medulla oblongata was the first to turn on, activating autonomic functions like breathing and blood pressure, then transition into more metabolic functions – these were all good signs. Signs that her brain was working its way back into a functional level. Based on the neuro-tranmissions that were frantically firing from her mind, Imra concluded that there had been no extensive or permanent damage.
Thank goodness
She thought to herself. The mind after all was a terrible thing to lose.
It seemed like an eternity as Imra watched in uncertain patience for any signs of the Talokian’s revival. She knew that the young woman was with her mental, but thus far physical displays were not yet available. She grew worried that perhaps the girl would require a lot more medical assistance than she had originally anticipated. The problem was she didn’t know how much or how immediate it would need be. Her vessel was a few miles away from the current location and she wasn’t sure if carrying Tasmia would be the best thing to do right now.
As options weighed themselves out in her mind Imra’s bright blue eyes finally caught sight of movement. There from the Talokian’s chest, it heaved up, taking in sweet air and then feel down exhaling the stale, uxygen-less air that had become trapped in her body. She clapped her hands and reached for her medical scanner, prepared to run a quick diagnosis of the young woman to ensure that her body was in optimal condition for any sort of movement.
Switching on the device, she could see Tasmia open her mouth to attempt speech, but before she could emit any words Imra witnessed the Talokian’s dark eyes widen and stare in horror, straight into her own. Confusion overcame Imra and she quickly scanned Tasmia’s mind, attempting to read her exact thought process as she stared at her in absolute terror.
Terror, Fear, Panic, Uncertainty…
That’s all she got before she felt something slam across her back that sent her hurtling sideways and to her right. Her body skid across the floor and she went limp for a second before regaining her composure and kicking herself up and off the ground. Imra grit her teeth, feeling what she thought was a flesh would opening up on her back where the object had hit her. She looked up, hearing the terrifying roar and in the darkness barely made out the silhouette of the morbidly mutated creature that hovered over Tasmia and sniffed the Talokian in interest.
Flesh rippled off its back and its appendages, she counted four – two on each side – were scythe-like with serrated edges. Its overall body shape looked human but with terrifying mutations such as tumors and bulbous cysts. A face she could not make out in the darkness, but she didn’t need to identify that. Imra acted fast, seeing the young woman in impeding danger and pressed the fingers on her left against her temple. Her right hand extended forward reaching out for the creature and she focused, her eyes begin to glisten and glow as she mentally reached out to the creature, attempting to communicate with her.
AAAAaaaAGHHHHHHH!!!
The terrifying scream penetrated her mind and if she had vocal cords she would emulate the same cry out in pain as well. She stumbled back, completely overwhelmed by the shriek that was a mixture of pain, anguish, terror and to the best of her ability to describe it: completely horrific. Her mind pulsated and she felt fear fester from within as the scream sent chills down her spine.
What was that? Was that the creature, its cry sounded vaguely human but at the same time it was not. For a moment she was afraid, very afraid of what they were dealing with. In that same moment she realized that the screaming in her mind was amplifying, multiplying – there were more like them and they were coming fast.
Regaining control over the situation, Imra projected a psionic shield over Tasmia as the creature prepared to strike a deadly blow upon the motionless Talokian.
”Tasmia. These things are not – I don’t know what they are, but they want to kill us. I need you to get up, we need to get out of here… there are more coming.”
She grit her teeth, feeling the effectiveness of her shield wane as the creature smashed its appendages against it. With no response yet from Tasmia, Imra upholstered plasma rifle and opened fire on the monstrous creature. The powerful blasts of concentrated plasma made contact and tore some of flesh from the creature. It did not cry out in pain, but instead stumbled to the side and fell onto the floor as it emitted a slight hiss – a gas Imra presumed but she was not willing to find out what it was. Clicking in an extra barrel of plasma ammunition, prepared herself for the oncoming hoard that would so kindly greet them if Tasmia did not get up.
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Post by Shadow Lass on Sept 5, 2013 18:20:38 GMT -5
There was serious concern as to whether or not the Titanian had been able to interpret the look on her face. There was after all very little expression to exhibit impending danger and since her mental processes were not capable of producing comprehensible thought she didn’t expect anything that entered the blonde girl’s mind to make any sense. Tasmia could see the look of confusion on the young girl’s face as she tried to interpret her expression – when she finally did however it was too late.
She could only watch helplessly as the Titan girl was slammed across the back and send hurtling across the room. She gasped, air gripping her body and tried to reach her arm out but could not.
Useless, still useless.
Although she was a lot harder on herself than she probably should be, Tasmia could not cope with her immobile state. Especially not with the morbidly grotesque creature was staring her in the eye. Staring was probably the wrong word to use however. For what was staring at her had no eyes, instead the empty sockets were filled with loose flesh that dangled helpless as the creature moved back and forward apparently studying her. The facial structure or what was left of it was humanoid. It was missing its lower jaw and part of its right ear have been savagely torn off. In its mouth were razor sharp, disorganized teeth that led straight to the visible muscular fibers of the neck.
Taking in the true appearance of the creature brought her eyes to tremble in slight fear. Never had she seen something so disturbing in her life and it made it worse because only she could see the creature in its entirety. Imra had the darkness on her side (for once) and this monster’s appearance was still a mystery to her.
It was at this moment she realized that the creature had come to a conclusion on what it would do with her. Judging by the way it raised its scythe-like appendage and the raging crying it emitted, it meant to ravage her body. So this was it, she was food – food for a creature that she couldn’t even identify. This was the end of Tasmia Mallor, Shadow Champion of Talok VII and her wonderful journey to space.
She closed her eyes, preparing for a painful, gruesome death as the monster brought its arm down with a shriek. Her body braced itself for pain – pain that did not come. Her dark eyes opened slightly and she witnessed the crash against an invisible force that protected her. Suddenly, that Titanian’s voice was in her head again and the urgency and reality of the situation became apparent.
You are not going to die here Tasmia Mallor.
The strength to live moved her and breathing in, Tasmia willed her body to move and finally rolled sideways. Away from the creature now, she slowly rose, stumbling slightly as the equilibrium in her body was restored and her muscles strained to hold her weight up. The Talokian cursed as she buckled on the ground, but choose to instead push herself up. Gritting her teeth, Tasmia rose again, just in time to catch sight of Imra’s projected plasma round penetrate the beast and send it toppling to the ground.
Her head spun as she listened to it crash to the ground and heard the slight hiss that emitted from its body. She was not going to take a moment to make sure it was down, they had no time for that. Not if there were more of them coming like the Titanian said.
The darkness penetrated them from everywhere and while one of them was blind, Tasmia could see clear as day. She also willed her body to leech onto the darkness, taking in as her own and using it to fuel the reviving cells in her body. As she did so she heard movement where the slain creature lay and watched in horror as it began to peel itself off the floor and rise from the dead as if nothing had happened.
Adrenaline kicked in as she witnessed the creature develop two new limbs in place of the one that it had lost. She immediately burst forward, seeing clearly through the darkness and reaching out to grab the Titanian’s hand. Her senses were still garbled but she reasoned that if the air lock had closed in on them, there was probably no way of getting in back open. Not now, not when they were pressed for time and there were more of those things coming.
“This way!”
She finally managed to cry out, her voice cracked and high pitched as the muscle in her vocal cords began to function again.
“That thing you just killed got up and if that’s how these things take hits then we’re not going to get anywhere staying here.”
Sure it was stating the obvious, but she had to tell herself these things too. Pulling the Titanian with her, they ran out of the loading dock, the sound of the creatures’ harrowing footsteps so very close behind them. They emitted strange sounds, almost as if they were humans shrieking out in pain with a mixture of a low growl. She pushed her body forward, darting down a hallway and catching sight of straight bulbous, life forms that clung along the sides of the wall and on the ceiling. They turned a corner and before she could register it, they were sliding down a broken walkway that sloped downwards. Tasmia cried out, her grip releasing on the Titanian as they violently slid down two levels of the structure and finally landed in what she assumed was the engine room.
They landed with a violent thud that winded Tasmia for a few moments. It was these few moments that gave Tasmia the time to realize that they had just fallen upon a small pile of rotting corpses and that she was once again staring at the United Planets logo on the suit of a fallen personnel.
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Post by Saturn Girl on Sept 16, 2013 22:08:40 GMT -5
Her body was crouched low to the ground raised up on one knee as she tried to pinpoint where the enemy was going to come from next. She heard them in her mind but it was more than that, they weren’t just in her mind they were coming right towards them through one of the hallways in this run down infested with weird mutations station. None of these things should be alive, experiments were forbidden in this part of galazy but that didn’t stop anyone she knew that but this was the first time she’d run into anything like this. This wasn’t the first time that she wished Garth and Rokk were here with her. She felt useless being unable to properly see in the dark to attack these creatures. Her powers had little to no affect on them and that made her nervous and dare she say it scared.
Imra waited following the movements as best she could of Tasmia Mallor. She knew the girl had stood up but that wasn’t what had her tensing up and standing her finger moving from the trigger of her plasma rifle. The noise at first she thought it was Tasmia but no her mind brushed against the other girls and kept track of her. She was still several feet away from her to her right, but that noise, that noise had come from where the creature she thought she had killed had lain, supposedly slain. Her fingers pressed against her temple and she felt her heart flutter and her nerves tighten. The creature wasn’t dead, no its mind was still active and that noise that noise was coming from it! Her gaze looked around wildly trying to find the Talokian in the darkness that surrounded her.
As fingers curled around her own, the Titanian swallowed back her mental cry of surprise and relaxed as she realized who it was that had grabbed her hand it was Tasmia and she was pretty adimate that they get out of here. Imra gave a nod of her head, her blonde locks being swept over her shoulders as she moved her legs faster to keep up. She didn’t want to be stick around for when the rest of those creates caught up to them. Her hand was still curled tightly around the butt of her rifle not wanting to loose it or dare put it on her back, mindful of her flesh wound. The wound wasn’t exactly minor but the deep gashes on her back were the last thing she needed to worry about. Taking what the other woman said Imra didn’t say anything trying to come with some sort of plan a back up plan of sorts.
As she brushed her mind against the other girls about to speak, she didn’t get the chance as her next blind step meet nothing but air and she found herself tumbling downward. Her eyes squeezed shut out of reflex as she shouldn’t have let her fear drive her. She should have opened her eyes and looked for some sort of hand hold or something instead she fell down the slope before finally leveling out as her rifle hit the ground some several feet away from her, she could tell by the sound it made by striking the hard surface. Her body landed on a pile of something that she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was. As her gloved hands pushed herself up she felt the way what she was laying on give and the smell. Her nose wrinkled up and she made a face now really wasn’t the time to be squeamish as she scrambled to her feet, stumbling back over the lower part of the pile of bodies.
“Tasmia, are you ok?”
Imra questioned her, trying to get her own bearing as she allowed her breathing to slow, she couldn’t freak out. She’d been coming to rescue her, to save her. As she tried to level out her own breathing to check for any injuries she might have that her adrenaline was hiding she didn’t have any that she could tell except maybe a couple bruises and the slash marks from earlier. Her fingers skimmed along the floor as she tried to locate her rifle, wanting a weapon more than anything at that moment. As her fingers finally wrapped around the rifles she was careful to keep it pointed away from the two of them, not wanting to accidently hurt either one of them as she tried to come up with some sort of plan to get them out of this.
“Can you see what room we are in?”
Saturn Girl asked needing to know if she could tell anything at all about where they were. Maybe they could find a way out of here. She hoped so, it would take Garth and Rokk a few days to get back and hoped she wouldn’t get them all killed before they managed to get back and track her location to her current whereabouts this was assuming the ring she wore wasn’t eaten too. As she curled her free hand into a fist she tried to look around and make out what she could from the room they were in. With a held breath she waited for an answer either from her and tried to keep an eye out for the creatures she could sense above them somewhere.
She wasn’t sure if that first creature she’d shot had followed them or how close its friends were. Imra couldn’t let them get the jump on them, not if they wanted to somehow get out of this. As she worried her lower lip she waited a moment longer before asking the question she was sure that other woman wouldn’t know, but it needed to be asked.
“Do you know what those creatures are?”
She asked her doing her best not to push her too much but honestly they probably wouldn’t have much time to rest, they had to get out of here…somehow, however that may be, but one thing was certain they’d be getting out of here together. It was something Imra vowed to herself, she would do her best to get Tasmia out of here alive.
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Post by Shadow Lass on Sept 22, 2013 17:14:25 GMT -5
The Titanian's voice of concern echoed through Tasmia's head as she stared speechlessly into the morbidly grotesque face of the personnel that she had just landed on. Her breathing was quickening now as she tried to regain he composure but as soon as she averted her gaze a nauseating feeling overwhelmed her innards and in seconds she was rolling off the corpses and hurling her most recent meal onto the floor. The rancid smell did not help the odor that was exhuming off the corpses and the motion of hurling only made the poor Talokian heave even more. After a certain point she was merely dry heaving and her body felt so weak from the experience she almost collapsed.
The roar above them seemed to help her regain her senses and she grasped onto what seemed to be packed cargo to help stabilize herself.
"I'm fine."
The young Talokian muttered, thankful for the darkness that masked her rather pathetic and weak state. Appearances however were pointless, she was sure the Titanian could read the fear in her thoughts. It practically radiated off her body in the form of shaking hands and a wobbly disposition. Still, the mental image was somewhat more forgiving than what she probably looked like in reality. Still thankful, she brushed her indigo hair back and let out a sigh.
Her dark eyes adjusted to the environment and she looked around cautiously, her priority to spot any sign of movement. Her gaze moved upward to the gaping hole that they had fallen through and she could see the corroded metal that made up the vessel's floors and ceiling around with the chunks of metal debris that hung precariously over them. Her eyes focused on the obscure looking material that clung onto parts of the metal. They looked organic in texture and were bulbous - almost as if they were tumors that clung to the entire ship. She shuddered as one seemed to move, but quickly averted her gaze and observed the area they had fallen into.
Judging by the overhead machinery that had drill massive drill bits on their end Tasmia deduced they were in some sort of mining deck. The fragments of asteroid and planet fragments that were packed tightly around them or under the machinery confirmed her suspicions. The presence of a mining deck gave reason for this ship's location, specifically on this asteroid. The United Planets was known for mining precious materials from planetary objects and asteroids and selling it across the universe. Now the better question was, what happened to everyone on board?
"This is an Extraction Vessel."
Tasmia began, remembering that the Titanian was still with her and blind as a bat in these circumstances.
"I think we are in the mining room."
She looked to the Titanian and then to the bodies of the starship's crew that lay behind her. Whatever happened to them surely involved those creatures they encountered and quite frankly, Tasmia was not in any mood to find out what had attacked this ship. The better question was, why the United Planets had not yet investigated the disappearance of this vessel. Surely, these vessels had some sort of time frame for extraction and delivery... unless of course this vessel was still on duty and not expected to return until a few days from now. She bit her lip, there was a chance they were alone here.
"I don't know what they are... but they must be a planetary species that is not allied with the United Planets."
Tasmia paused at the sight of the Titanian's girl inquisitive face. Imra didn't know that this was a United Planet's vessel.
"This is a United Planets' extraction vessel Imra... those men and women right there. They are crew members under jurisdiction of the United Planets. "
She pointed to the dead bodies they had landed on, a sight that Imra probably could not see in full detail, but one Tasmia would not encourage. They were disfigured, limbs torn off or bodies torn about. The flesh had been ripped in two with such ease that it was terrifying to wonder what these creatures were. Even more terrifying was that these bodies were left here, clearly not consumed. That ruled out the option of this being a carnivorous species. That meant that this was a slaughter and the objective here was merely for sport.
Her eyes trembled in their sockets as she looked back up to the gaping hole where she thought she saw movement. Turning away, she looked back to the small pathway between the large, piled cargo that would lead to the mining deck's open floor. The fact that these bodies were huddled up behind these boxes only meant that the creatures had collected them here as some trophy or the men and women had sought refuge here from the slaughter, only to be found and killed savagely.
"There should be a receiving deck for the asteroid pieces somewhere in here. If we can find it and get the doorways open... we can get off this ship."
The pathway seemed to get narrower as she spoke and Tasmia realized that fear was kicking back in. Running across the open floor of the mining deck made them obvious targets and she wasn't sure what lay beyond the piles of cargo. She also wasn't sure if she wanted to find out. Turning back to Imra she awaited a confirmation, another roar breaking the silence between them and sending cold shivers down her spine.
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