A Defiant 'Verse - In Character II
POSTED BY: Defiant2thelast
UPDATED: Wednesday, September 2, 2009 03:26
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Ainsley was starting to feel irritated, a little forgotten, and hungry, when the explosion threw her back. Somehow she avoided falling off the catwalk, but she ended up down on her side, sore and confused.
Where am I? What’s going on?
She pushed herself up with one hand. Her vision went white, and the room spun violently, so she laid back down. She heard noises, footsteps, a scream or two.
She knew she should move. She spent a few seconds contemplating moving. Finally, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up to a sitting position. She felt disoriented, and her head hurt.
She grabbed the railing with the intention of pulling herself up, but things hadn’t quite stopped spinning yet. Maybe she should just sit for a while.
She gingerly felt at her head – no blood, good.
After a few more moments, she attempted to stand up again. This time, she was successful, although she held on tight to the railing. She felt like she’d had a few drinks too many, except her head didn’t usually hurt as much until the morning after.
Maybe she was at a party...?
No, wait. She looked down, and saw crates scattered. Her eyes scanned the cargo bay in front of her, until she remembered. She was on a ship. She was going to track down something about the Alliance. She needed a better bed for the shuttle.
Ainsley turned to face the other side of the room. There were a quite a few more people down by the door than she remembered, which was disconcerting. But, she recognized the captain and first mate.
Something was wrong. She started descending the stairs, slowing down after her foot slipped and she almost fell on her pigu.
“What happened?” she asked the crowd as she reached the cargo bay floor.
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Shade looked up as the dusky skinned woman nearly fell down the stairs. Her cheek was stinging, the scrape feeling oozy and raw. She was half-clinging to the railing of the stairs herself, still feeling a little dizzy.
“Some damn fool set off a bomb on the skyplex,” she managed, looking up at her. “We got clear, but it sounds like we got new troubles already.” With effort, Shade swung herself around to sit in the lowest steps. She looked around the cargo bay, finally, seeing the rest of the people picking themselves up, injuries galore.
“I was... not expecting that.”
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Lincoln helped Nathan to his feet and glanced back just as the door closed after the young redhead. What did she say her name was? He couldn't remember but he was fairly certain she hadn't given it. He felt that throbbing under his eye again and reached up to touch his cheek. He winced and felt where the skin had parted, as bad as it felt he was worried the gash went straight to the bone. He could finally open his injured eye, but his vision out of that side was cloudy and muted. Bucket was screaming over the ships comm system about a hailing call from an Alliance security vessel.
"...gahahhh! For the love of god captain the cargo bay better be clean!’ Bucket spoke loudly, his voice echoing around the ship from all speakers.
He glanced around at the faces, both familiar and new. The old man was sitting up, his back to the door glancing around dully. He met Lincolns gaze and squinted.
"What in the sphincter of hell just happened?" He said with a cough.
"Bomb, something... possibly. We're not really certain." Lincoln replied, his voice was scratchy from the dust he'd inhaled. He glanced around the cargo bay but the air looked relatively clean, little motes of dust showing in illuminated clouds around the lights. He noticed Whitmore moving to the aid of Ainsley, who looked to be injured as well. Where was the doc? He glanced around but didn't see her, he glanced to the door... had she left the ship?
They'd be boarded, it was standard procedure to lock down an area after an attack, especially during a time of war. He held out an arm and pulled the elderly fellow up, grabbing his forearm when he swayed unsteady.
"Let go of me man, I can stand.." He stumbled again and caught himself by leaning into the bulkhead.
Lincoln turned to the captain, wondering what he had in mind for this fine predicament.
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"Progress doesn't come from early risers — progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things." Robert A. Heinlein
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Dale stared fascinated and horrified, through the small diamond shaped window and the quickly closing gap of the outer cargo bay and it's door.
They were already detaching, but Dale couldnt pull his eyes away from the dreadfull chaos inside the station.
The structure was failing, and whilst shops and buildings, and decent sized supports were collapsing- often with secondary explosions of their own, he could also see that everything was beginning to get sucked up and out by a hull breach somehwere out of sight.
The millisecond view passed, and the ramp-door sealed off the hypnotic view.
Dale distantly heard bucket's commentary finish- signalling the start of the real task- flying out safely. Dale trusted Bucket and his constantly underestimated flying skills more than enough. There was no possibility of his failure.
No, he was surveying all present and surveying everyone for what scrapes they had.
Lincoln, the captain, screw it- everyone looked beat up. Most had fallen on their faces-hard which could mean broken cheek or jaw bones at worst, to minor consussions and grazes at least.
Either way, he was glad Doc Holliday was on board. He didnt wanna deal with all this himself.
Sure would be handy to have a proper trained doctor on board in case anything serious happened. He was just a student for christs sake!
A sudden idea struck him- that the doctor could likely train him in what he hadn't been able to finish at med school!
Dale frowned, he couldnt see her anywhere.
He started weaving through the assorted injured aboard, the adrenaline of the events almost masking all his pain. Not quite, but almost.
It was at the entrance down to the med-bay that Bucket's voice over the intercomm became panicked saying- ‘Uh... the party just got a bit bigger...'
He paused at the sound of Bucket's new fear.
'like a corvette bigger...'
The word- corvette- that turned him around.
What would they do? Would they run, would they submit? Whos corvette was it anyway? Which side was the cause of all this-
'we're being boarded... '
Death.
The alliance were behind this.
That also was the moment Dale saw Doc Holliday. Mrs Holliday. In a pool of blood.
His mind froze-
blank
but somehow it kept on goin with it's previous thoughts-
Only the alliance could halt every ship in the area and board all of them.
And his eyes kept on seeing-
She was pale, almost greyish already in some bits. And the eyes. Those wide blank eyes.
Only the alliance would benefit from the destruction of the skyplex.
Dale was frozen at the doorway between the cargo bay and the medibay lounge. His position in the doorway between numb loss and cold fury, however-
that was anything but frozen.
It had only been moments, but it felt like a lifetime- And Dale worked to move his mouth out of its lock.
When he did, hands shaking with adrenaline, voice shaking with anger, and mind hurtling through all the damage thatd been done by the alliance-
he ground out with deliberation and force
"ONLY
THE
ALLIANCE"
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Mei tried to stand up. A sharp pain shot through her right leg, and she collapsed instantly.
Go-se. She had broken her gorram leg!
"Help!" she called out. She could see that she wasn't the only one in need of medical assistance, but there wasn't much else she could do.
But... FOR THE LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES!
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Ava was stationary as the bustle began, panic overriding most upon the ship, as a few tried to bring order back. Her eyes merely watched the chaos, scanning from the older first mate, all the way over to the young man who somehow managed to close up the ship to allow for takeoff. Too many noises were ringing through her ears, along with the white noise that the explosion had caused. She felt sick to her stomach, but now was not the time to act on that.
Blinking awake from her daze, she saw as the girl with facial scarring fell to the ground, screaming out for help. Who knew what could have happened, though from how instantaneous the fall was, Ava could only assume she had a broken something. Moving to her side, she smiled softly, offering a shoulder up. "There's not much I can do, though I could possibly help you to a less... open location." Since having a broken bone and being out in the cargo bay didn't seem like the best of places for it to get any better.
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Mei took the proffered shoulder.
"Xie xie. I didn't catch your name."
But... FOR THE LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES!
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Ava only smiled as the girl took her help, glad that she hadn't fought her to try and be all high and mighty. "Ava, you?" she smiled gently to the girl, leaning away from her to help keep the pair upright as they slowly and tediously made their way toward the opening into where the infirmary was, at least that's where she assumed anyway.
On the way, they ran into one of the crew, she assumed, and as out of place as it was, Ava smiled at him. "Excuse me, would you mind help--" her sentence trailed off as she stepped in a puddle, glancing down to see the red colorization encircling her shoe. Her face paled as the nausea came back, glancing to the man, then leaning around to see what exactly had happened. A woman was lying on the floor in what had to be her own blood. Her face was white, eyes cold. Ava didn't know what to do in this situation, she wasn't equipped for it.
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As often happened when his mind was focussed, Dales eyes were unfocussed- staring past the dead body of Doc Holliday. Shivers of hate ran through him, but he was steady. Steady and angry.
He needed a plan. A plan to enable the reaping of destruction. They had it commin.
Someone was talking at him.
He dragged his eyes up to see the amber-hair smiling at him, gesturing to the burnt-face-girl she was loaded with.
He blinked.
He couldnt actually hear anything properly. It was just too distant a reality from where he needed to be- plotting vengance.
Then the Amber noticed the body, and Dale heard a sharp intake of breath. The world of sound and sensation enveloped Dale again, washing him with pain, adrenaline, the touch of fabric, warm metallic air and chilly cold-sweat. In other circumstances he could even be frozen by it, overwhelmed. But right now he felt purpose, motive and determination. He had a plan. He had to be ready for when they boarded.
But first things first-
Dale grabbed Amber's shoulder, and surprised at the calm urgency of his voice said-
"Get Lincoln, I'll take your friend"
He turned to burn-face and made to replace the support Amber was giving.
He'd not have time to treat her leg, the alliance could do that. But she'd best be put in the infirm and drugged at least.
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Ava stood frozen as well, staring at the young man in front of her in shock and disbelief. What had she gotten herself into? If something like an explosion could cause a death so easily, what in the 'verse would it take in space to cause it to slip out and slash your throat. Her gag reflex started to come back as the man grabbed her, eyes blinking confused as she stared into his, barely understand what he had said. The main word she hears was Lincoln, and simply nodded.
Allowing Mei's weight to be lifted off of her, she waited a moment as the pair disappeared down the corridor toward the infirmary, eyes glancing down to the woman in front of her. She had defined features, and from the sheer guessing, vibrant eyes. Not that they showed it now, but perhaps she was in a better place than this.
Holding back any sign of pain or grief, Ava turned back to the cargo bay, take a few steps out upon realizing she was trailing the blood with her. Not much she could do about it now, except perhaps take off her shoe, though what good would that do? Easy to simply replace a pair of shoes than wash the blood from your skin. Walking now while lost in thought, she practically ran into Lincoln, startled as she stopped mere inches from colliding, hands raised in the air. She was losing it... her composure, her essence, there was so much confusion and emotions whirling around her that she couldn't stop from picking up on, but that she wished would just go away.
"There... I..." she blinked a few times, trying to catch her phrasing. "There's a man, Mr. Bargara, that would like you to go to the infirmary, but there's a woman I..." she moved her lips as if to speak, though nothing came out, looking down to her feet, she lifted one shoe to show the reddish residue left from walking back toward the group.
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