Boss Battle [SPACEWALKERS&DEUSLEN]

Adailia scowled. "Cheeky," she muttered, feeling the worry melt away like sugar in the rain. Suddenly, an angry, raging feeling overcame her, rattling her brain against her skull. "Ow," she muttered, not even seeing how Game waved her away. She clutched at her head with one hand. The auras and feelings were squeezing her skull. It was painful. Irritation flared in her heart, along with the apparent, murderous rage Game was wielding. She curled her hands into fists, so hard that her nails dug deep into her palms. Ah, damn... It hurt. Made stars fill her vision. Gritting her teeth, she stood up, stalking after Game.

The power she'd lost with her weapon came rushing back as adrenaline flushed her veins. She was like a machine, made of sheer muscles. Now, much like Game, all she wanted to do was kick some alien's butt until it died. Her hands clenched and unclenched into fists. She heard her knuckles pop. Oh what she'd give for one of those weapons now... To enhance it with her aura would probably blow the whole ship to smithereens... The thought appealed to her mind, fogged with red anger. She wanted to make ashes rain down on the planets below like snow would on Earth. She wanted to dye the sky red.

As she followed Game, bright red aura materialized around her hand. A long handle formed in her fist. It hardened once it hit the air;she hadn't known previously that she could do that. An equally long blade dropped down, forming out of a fine red mist that had surrounded her. The sword's tip dragged the floor, making a sharp screeching sound.

As soon as she saw Len and the alien, her rage exploded onto her features. Her mouth curled back into a fierce scowl, blue eyes flaming with anger. She raised up the sword, resting the blade against her shoulder while she surveyed them. "Give her back," she snarled at the alien, feeling a tiny bit calmed by Len's aura signature, the regular calming blue.

((Yang is attending Yin and Yin is getting healed. *Didn't feel like posting anything else*))

OOC: This would be so much easier if Deus wasn't a "bad guy". :I

Deus stopped when he heard the speakers of the ship go off, threatening his life. Well, it was nice to know that he didn't die when he blasted so carelessly through his ship. Now he was coming to kill him. Rage filled inside Deus furiously, his emotions boiling. They would have such nerve to address him that way. It was soon after that one of the doors of his failing ship burst open, sailing bast him before it collided with a wall. So many things wrong with this day.

The culprit of this explosion was of the same species as Len, humanly build and, by the looks of him, anatomy as well, even if he didn't know what that was yet. He could have dissected Len, which he somewhat wished he had now, and then he wouldn't be in this predicament, and he would know exactly how to deal with this boy. Maybe he could use him? No, no. There wasn't time for thoughts like that now.

Judging by his voice he was the same one who threatened him through the failing intercom. Let's finish this? Nothing ever started. It was an insult for this human to come in here and then expect some sort of fight. And for the human he bought not kidnapped. These humans were careless things who fought before they spoke, it seemed. No diplomacy at all. Just a goal that they jumped into, weapons ready, not letting their enemies get a chance for word. If these thing ever grew then it would be more wars to come, and this would be a hostile place. They didn't hold a placing in the decision to just cast them off into space. They had no discipline, and they would all fail for it.

"You would come into my ship and destroy my work for her? What is she? A gem, and idol, a goddess? I would hope so since you've so carelessly blasted through my livelihood and work and killed many, fathers, mothers, children, all without a simple word." As he spoke the whole ship seemed to shudder, the rumble sounding like that on an earthquake. Outside the window large, long tubed pods came out as whatever workers could tried to flee, some pods already damaged. "An uncountable distance from home for years at a time for the improvement of their own society and you doom them all for one person." It was outrageous. It would be a wonder if anything cared for them. "Take her then, she's not worth this much. Take her and leave my ship."

The ship rumbled again as it tried to fix itself, shifting rooms and hallways to promote some regularity.

OOC: Fail post. *didn't feel like posting with anyone else.*

OOC: Ashton... Raeber... Ridiculous.

Game was only mildly shocked at Deus just handing Len over. He had expected it, in fact he had wished it to happen. But the real surprise didn't come until he saw Len, change. She seemed to morph from her wicked body into one that seemed to emit rays of happiness and confusion. He couldn't hold back the shock on his face as he watched it. Was it magic? Or was it some new power? He chose to go with the latter. "I don't kill how many people I have to kill, if I can save my friend." he shouted, grabbing hold of the wrist of the girl, and stepping back towards the door. Glad that this had gone on with minimal violence. He glared at the Dorhmi as he stepped away from the room, freeing Len from the cell, hopefully forever. But he couldn't help but feel afraid, the girl had that vacant look in her eye again, the one that seemed afraid of the world.

"He's not your master Len..." he said quickly, trying to control his voice so it wasn't raised into a shout. "No one is." he was reminded of Cheryl suddenly, would she be mad if her servant was freed without her asking? Ah, who cared about her. It was good to free Len, hopefully they'd live in peace after this. But how to explain all that had happened to Len, he wondered if there was such a thing as memory overload. But didn't question it long, as the sound of earthquake rocked the ship. He wondered if they had encountered some turbulence, but scanning through the spaceship, he realized that nothing of the sort was happening. The ship was changing. The very idea made no sense at all, it perplexed him even to think about it, the entirety of a ship fixing itself? He had to find out how, and why, but he knew there was no time.

He looked back at Deus, and smiled. "A good captain, always goes down with his ship." he quoted, as he mentally closed the door, overriding all of it's systems and keeping it locked shut, even a manual override couldn't open the door, he hoped that it would be the dog creatures tomb. He grabbed hold of Len's wrists, and for the first time, realized Adailia was there. He looked at her with a glance that was mute and expressionless, before sprinting forward, knowing that he couldn't keep up with the moving and mashing of the ships changing. If they didn't move fast they might end up squashed between walls, torn to bits, or just flattened completely. Unpleasant thoughts that gave him energy to keep on running, knowing that stopping would be the end of it all.

Game realized something as he looked back at Len, she didn't have that scythe anymore. Then he remembered, he had plastered it too the wall of Deus's tomb. "Aw hell." he said, his mind piecing together what would inevitably happen with a diamond sharp blade in the care of the creature. It was a few moments before Game finally got to the docking bay, or what was the docking bay, it was already changing shapes and positions as he moved through it, the floor rocked beneath him, and he was afraid that they might be trapped inside of this place if they didn't get out fast enough. "Len," hopefully she remembered her own name, "Get on the spaceship," he ordered, pointing at his own craft that was almost about to topple over from the moving floors. Finally, the last part of his mission to save Len, he had to say, it wasn't as climactic as he expected it to be.

"Everyone one! On the ships, we don't have much time before this whole ship goes." He wasn't sure if it would just explode, or if it would crash in on itself, and he didn't care, he knew staying another moment would be dangerous.

[FAIL!]

Adailia felt the anger sizzle as fast as it came, and she nearly collapsed from the power the staff had taken from her. She managed to keep it in her palms, and ran after Game, not looking twice at the alien. Dohrmi, or whatever it was. The walls were compressing around her, and only a tiny sliver of fear came into her now starved and dehydrated gaze. In one place, where Game had so masterfully squeezed out with Len, the area was too small for her. Without thinking, like she was so great at, she thrust the staff forwards, sideways, to force the path open again. By making it smaller, she fit it in the shrinking space. Then, almost killing her in the process, she expanded it in a burst. It shoved the walls open, and she ran through, nearly cutting her own head off when she about ran into it.

"Jesus, Game," she growled weakly, looking pale as she emerged into the loading dock. Everything was colorless, almost. It took her a moment to realize that the reason was because of the auras, which had stained the dock so colorfully before, were now tiny, faint, outlines around her companions. Her head started to throb, and she wanted to drink and eat everything in sight. The walls of her stoamch were closing in on itself just as surely as the walls of the ship were. "Ugh," she moaned. She didn't want to whine and complain, so she gritted her teeth and trudged on, ignoring the lead bricks in her legs that almost stopped her. "How is everyone?" she asked, as breathless as a marathon runner by the time she made it to them. Turning, reluctantly, to Game, she said, "Is there anything else you need me to do before we blow this joint?"

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Yin gave a quiet whimper, curling in on herself. Everything hurt. When she felt a hand over her chest, she thought she was going to die. Better to kill everyone that couldn't perform tasks anymore than keep them around, huh? Instead, the pain started to fizzle, and fade away. What? She opened her eyes to see Raevyn, a girl she barely knew, looming over her. "R-Raevyn-sama?" she croaked.

[OOC: Okay, we've moved ahead with the next topic of this plot, but if you want to keep posting here to make it more finite, do so.]

Things happened very quickly when the human child left. The little... scythe thing that was left magically teleported away, which Deus cared not to make a mental note of. There were a lot of things like that. Since the first rumble of the ship he'd been taking count. Every two years and for every new worker, they were required to learn the count of the ship from every possible position. The ship had a total of 4576894 counts, each count holding seven intervals. It was like counting the time signature of a piece of music.

This particular room changed on count 12-7 and 18-3. It was count 10-5. he waited, going over it in his head precisely. When the count came the floor picture in front of him shifted with sawing speed, making way for a new corridor. He walked through it, going past unneeded pathways and deadly obstacles as he kept the count in his head. Going off was death.

With well rehearsed agile he went through the new places, seeing the carnage of the humans occasionally as he did, sickening him as he went, but he couldn't get off track. It all worked like a ticking clock and he always got through with a hair too close, just as he should have. He arrived, a while after he began, to a large room, one that had no count because it was one of the few rooms that never shifted.

It was his private room, one completely empty except for a small craft, big enough for one or two. He got inside, saying his last silent goodbyes to the dying ship as the dock opened, sucking out the air of the ship and, with the aid of other devices, propelled the ship forward, giving it the needed extra speed for its take off.

Next stop. Boykkin. Then to Sigma.