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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 19:03:47 GMT -5
Lash was on the alert, one hand sifted into a flamethrower, though a much less powerful one than earlier, as her strength was falling to dangerously low levels.
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Post by Snake on Mar 31, 2008 19:16:42 GMT -5
Suddenly, the wreckage was sealed shut, except for one hole, which was covered by something organic. The Majaag had surrounded the helicopter, having survived the explosions in a large crack in the surface of Polia. It began to vent in something akin to napalm, which began to fill the helicopter, neutralizing her flamethrower unless she wanted to burn to death.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 19:34:32 GMT -5
"Whu hapn?" Qynag mumbled trough his swolen and bruised jaw.
"Well... The craft crashed, and now we're trapped."
"Good news?"
"We may just get a rescue operation."
"Bad news?"
"We may just get a rescue operation." she said, removing the flame thrower and thinking of a new plan. "Qynag, this might feel a bit wierd, but I need some of your blood."
"Biohazard."
"I'll be careful." She dug inside her cloak pockets to see if she still had the syringe she usually carried. It would have normally been filled with a stimulant, similar to adrenaline, ready incase of an emerency. She found it, emptied it's contents, and used it to draw as much of Qynag's blood as she dared, fearing internal bleeding.
She stood waiting, syringe in one hand, one of the fallen Koan's guns in the other.
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Post by Snake on Mar 31, 2008 19:52:53 GMT -5
The napalm-like fluid continued to be pumped in, threatening to drown Qynaq if Lash didn't quickly take action. The scratching had stopped, and it was obvious the Majaag were planning something.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 20:01:44 GMT -5
Not taking any chances of infection, either from the Majaag or the Crusader virus, Lash carefuly but quickly drove the syringe into the organic tissue covering their exit, injecting what seemed to be enough to take effect, but no more than that.
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Post by Snake on Mar 31, 2008 20:15:26 GMT -5
The tissue redrawed, and sounds of a Majaag thrashing about on the outside could be heard. Two peices of wreckage appeared above the hole in the ceiling, and the Majaag slammed them together, lighting a few sparks which began to fall towards the napalm-like fluid, leaving Lash only seconds to react.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 20:42:17 GMT -5
She quickly grabbed Qynag, doing her best not to move his injured limbs, and darted through the opening hat had formed where she'd ingected the Majaag.
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Post by Snake on Mar 31, 2008 20:43:22 GMT -5
(( It was rather small, darth. He wouldn't fit. ))
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 21:00:44 GMT -5
((Redo!))
"Fortunately, no one's watching." Lash muttered. The napalm began to ignite, and Lash used her body to protect Qynag, hoping that he wouldn't take it a the wrong way. She also hoped that the virus was only transferable by body fluids...
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Post by Snake on Mar 31, 2008 21:07:43 GMT -5
((Virus as an STD for the win. It's HIV for Majaag and Angalesh.))
The napalm ignited, and exploded in a massive fireball, probably burning Lash if she hadn't shape-shifted into something non-flameable.
Soon both the F.I.N. and the Alliance were fighting over the wreckage, which was in a crack. On the surface, a massive fight was going on, with capital ships crashing into the surface as the two factions continued to not work together for one common cause.
Suddenly, another Koa emerged from a tunnel. This one was extremely primitive, and motioned to escape into the tunnel. It scurried off into it.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 31, 2008 21:30:23 GMT -5
((Thank goodness for the fact that infection is blatantly obvious in Angalesh )) Lash, with the back of her robe charred a darker shade of black, decided to follow the Koan, seeing as she had nowhere else to go, and picked up Qynag.
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Post by Snake on Apr 1, 2008 16:40:13 GMT -5
The tribalistic Koan, which seemed unable to speak in an understandable tongue, led them to a deep underground city lit by torchs. Here, a few guards using out-dated weapons let them through.
What was apparently the city's doctor came forward, and motioned to a hard rock surface, with a number of medical supplies around it.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Apr 2, 2008 16:38:49 GMT -5
Lash set Qynag gently on the rock, then sat down and rested herself.
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Post by Snake on Apr 2, 2008 21:55:30 GMT -5
The doctor began to do what he could with limited resources. " So. How did you get here and what did you do, strange alien beings? " The Doctor spoke to them, obviously not one of the primitive Koans.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Apr 3, 2008 17:56:30 GMT -5
"I believe that, although we tried to balance the power, we ended up starting a war. To our defense, however, tensions were already high. As for how we got here..." Lash sighed, "We've been displaced from our homeworld, seperated from our fellow refugees, and eventually entered this system in the hope we'd find something. Somewere to settle, someone willing to give us supplies... we'd even have settled for an asteroid with the minerals we use for fuel."
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