THIS IS GROUND 0!

Dostaria's foot dangled in space before planting down on the hot Weavon soil. She looked around. Not a single living thing in sight. Good. So this was it, this was what everything came down to. She, Caleb, and Katesan would rescue this Kenji fellow, take out a few soldiers, and then go back to Sigma. Or not. Sigma was destroyed, there was nothing for any of them there. Had she left Sigma forever? It was possible that the Evoknights had taken over in the time this journey had taken. She hoped not. All the humans left on Sigma would probably be killed if the Evoknights had their way. The future worried her. Dostaria kicked a glowing pebble into a nearby lava flow. The tip of her boot smoked. She made a mental note not to kick anything that looked hot. These boots were supposed to be indestructible. Right now she wished she was dressed like Caleb, not in some skimpy dysfunctional outfit like she was now.

This place was really quite similar to Sigma in it's current state. Fire everywhere, depressing, it was déjà vu. At least there weren't charred remains everywhere. She tapped her foot, and looked back at Caleb. "Here we go," she said quietly. She felt tingly with nervousness. Butterflies flew rampant in her stomach.

ooc: BLAH.

Volcanic ash in the air. The smell of sweat escaping every pore of his body, and his skin burning with every second in the open air. Yep. This was Weavon. A flaming rock drifting in and out of the solar system. God, he wanted to go back home already. He missed the metallic metropolis that he had come accustomed too. He had unknowingly linked it with home. A place of safety in comfort. Except in its final hours where it only held fear and devastation. Caleb leaped down the small hole that led to Weavon, landing on the hardened rock, and looking around at the steam geysers that shot a puff of air out that could sear a mans face off. He knew Dostaria would be careful, and knew not to even say a stupid phrase like 'watch out for the lava'. He presumed that Katesen would just walk through it, no matter how much third degree burns he got. He wished he had some kind of portable air conditioning in this outfit, it felt like he was being cooked alive.

Caleb stumbled on the uneven ground towards Dostaria, sliding down and grinding to a halt in front of her. "Wow... This place is awesome!" he had never seen anything like it, with its rolling hills that seemed to be on fire, everything a lit by heat in the air. The way the sky shimmered. Exploration was the top thing on his list right now. Kenji could be anywhere and he was willing to search, well anywhere. But he knew running at full speed would kill him. The soles of his shoes would melt, and then he'd be exposed to the molten rock, and the jagged stones. It was then that he noticed that Dostaria didn't seem as pepped up as he was. She seemed... worried. Sidekicks shouldn't be scared! Maybe she just wasn't superhero material. But her power was excellent, if only there was a way to take her abilities and put it on a more plucky apprentice.

"You know... If you're scared you don't have to come, me and Katesan would probably cover more ground on our own." he meant it as a way out of this horrible planet. He knew that she wasn't really for this superheroing thing, did she even know Kenji? Probably not. She was just a long for the ride, a ride that had gotten too dangerous for her. At least, that's what it looked like. He wondered if it had come across as an insult, he hoped not, he wasn't willing to deal with an angry girl the rest of the trip. Hopefully, this would end quickly and with no complaints.

Katesen looked around. It was a planet covered in volcanic ash. It was fairly hard to breathe for him, he noticed as he moved about. It was a very unpleasant planet. It was already unpleasant from orbit and in the atmosphere, but being down on the planet’s surface itself was worse. He was amazed that people could live here. He was more amazed that humans were willing to colonize on a planet like this. The civilization he came from would consider twice, no four times before they did. But he was here and he might as well get over with it. After all, he had a government to establish.

He reached into the pocket and pulled out three badges. He handed Dostria and Caleb one each. “This is a Reality Killer. Who named it, I don’t know. Anyways, you need this to get back to the dimension you normally inhabit. Once you find your friend, you use this- by slamming this on your chest- to get yourself back into the 3-dimension, grab him and hit your chest with it again. You don’t need to do hit yourself too hard with it,” he said and pulled out a glove. The glove seemed to be made out of some kind of animal’s leather because of all the scales it had. There were several jewels on it as well. But the most noticeable feature was the single glass-like crystal on the palm-side of the glove. “Let’s move out.”

Out in the far distances of Weavon the living cave, growled, its hollowed formation crackling as it shifted ever the slightest, as if it had taken a well needed yawn. It waited without emotion for one more intruder to swallow in its sand-licked ground or entrap permanently for the small rodent-like creatures who skittered around to treat as a meal and feast on easily instead of scavenge in its depths for whatever grubs hid themselves so skillfully. The orange and brown tented walls stared evilly out as if it beckoned with a force for all those to wander inside just so it can bring them to their doom. If only it could walk, but fathoming such a thing was impossible for the simple-minded rock. It followed orders and that was the end of it. No brain or body to think for itself, and had it one could it do a thing? Most would say no, it rooted to the ground absolutely and its reach of life cutting off shortly from the entrance, reaching out feebly for more, but being denied cruelly by the deadness of the dirt and heat around it.

Outside of this cave that had long relinquished hope, sat Thomas, playing with the rocks that lay outside with more cover than the planet offered. Weavon had been characteristically flat and plain and bare and open. No hills or mountains to give cover except for the occasional one that you could see from each long distance at every angle, but these mountains were usually just intricate boulders carves expertly by the hand of the sun and the core of the planet itself. The rest was as flat as Illinois or as if heavy-set bulldozers that made elephants seem like rats each paved every corner of the planet in rows of five. One group going south, one north, one west, another east until they covered the ground in the same way side by side for year after year until, pushing ground into mountains and then forcing them flat, resulting in the ugly and irritated disposition of this planet Weavon.

With another piece that had torn sadly from his abused clothing, he wrapped a rock inside and swung it around by the tail-end like David before he struck Goliath, wanting, in some part of his head, to wake someone with it to see how much he could get from it. The monotonous sentence that consisted of Weavon's isolation begged one to find every reason to smile or find the slightest folly entertaining. It was a breaking silence that called for insanity as the mind figured that it did in fact have something with it as the musical cracking of the ground would chime, the shifting of Weavon's surface noticeably loud, as if it were calling out and talking. It was a silence that tested the weak and starved the greatest, waiting for the day when someone finally breaks the solitude and then observes how well you can cope with the new feeling of contact, watching to see if you crave it's silence like the touch of a lover or yearn for something more lively. Thomas sat quietly on the border, his mind not made up on the decision. He fought back without knowing, making a conversation with something or other, usually a cave-creature, in such a personal way that any man observing could thing that loneliness had gotten to him, but the deprived eleven year-old wouldn't know to agree or not because, upon seeing the man, would immediately start a conversation.

He wasn't completely alone. With him was Cody. She too lived in the darkest depths of the living-cave in secret. While he relaxed himself blatantly in the open, it was an agreement to keep quiet. It was a year or more ago when they came unceremoniously to Weavon. Some died, some didn't. He didn't. Neither did Cody. Mysterious as they were on the equaling frightening planet, they were adopted by the humanoid aliens here and used as work. (It was clear on Weavon that you were either digging for fuel or making something for the fuel to power.) It was a forced worked, especially after their hostile reaction to their strangeness and their odd words and their strange ways and their odd demands at making a life. Not understanding, it wasn't a secret that they would try to get away. Many did try too. Some died, some didn't. He didn't. Neither did Cody. The heat of the planet that he had gotten so accustomed to was also a factor. Dehydration was common and while they waited for imports of water their numbers dwindled in size. Their pressing work made them weak. The hours made them drowsy. The punishment put on a toll. Some dead. Some dying.

Many plans of escape had been proposed and, only once did it actually succeed. Since that day that had, slowly and slowly they used their Underground Railroad to safety. The aliens had double their guards, thwarting them time after time while they escaped time after time, angering their current superiors. They used... chemicals and other methods as punishment, and when there were no more than twenty in their group they were given an ultimatum. To stay and work and obey or be eradicated, hunted, slaughtered, killed, decimated. That threat went unheeded like Bosnia to Austria, like Russia; France; and Belgium to Germany, and Germany to Britain in the first World War. They did it again, but this time they brought all their numbers. They were found out, being so obvious across the flat lands, and a battle broke out, few coming through to their final destination while the other ones were left to their fate. It was here at the living-cave, that then, wasn't living, where they had hid. From here people died from lack of water, food, poor conditions, heat, and sickness. He didn't. Neither did Cody. There was a time when they were found, however, by the alien-people. More fighting, more dying. People were captured and the dead taken away to never come back. But Thomas wasn't. And neither was Cody. The aliens never came back to see if there were any left.

And as they lived here silently in the hot planet where the sun tanned skin in minutes and made the body crave water in seconds, the melding of days was never ending and hard to keep track of. The short nights lasted only an hour and these one hour intervals happened every six. By the way the heat warmed his body, he estimated maybe thirty minuted before the next passing of the sun.

Cody kicked absently at a rock while her alien-slave stayed close, his eyes dull and blank. She knew what he wanted. Just more orders. It was surely very boring to have no soul and therefore no free-will. "Water," she growled to him. The alien skittered away on it's strangely colored legs, making only a slight crunch as it walked. Several more aliens were crouched around them, the beginnings of their army. She said nothing to them. Thomas's alien was the only one that was relieved from the sheer boredom of nothing but it's own thoughts. If the aliens had any.

Her eyes, bluer than an ocean and colder than ice, were enough to quench any curiosity about the planet. The scolding ground was too hot on her feet, which were nearly bear. Her shoes had grown very thin. She could feel small holes forming in them, from the rocks. They'd need to leave soon, before both of the children were running nude and free as hawks that used to circle over deserts back on Earth.

She missed Earth. With it's abundance of water, fresh and sweet compared to the metallic-y tang of the water here(Though neither human complained;water was hard to find), and the emerald green plants. Cody didn't think either of them had seen a plant that was actually alive for quite some time.

Suddenly her skinny body tensed. She strained her eyes on the sun-baked Earth, the hair rising on her neck. Was that footsteps? "Guards," she hissed. A few aliens rose and walked behind two huge boulders that were on either side of the cave. There they would remain hidden until someone walked by. And just as she'd told them they would attack if the party of unknown beings seemed hostile. Which brought to question how a soul-less and mindless alien would know how something was hostile or not.

Dostaria tightened her jaw. Her nostrils flared, and instantly the air around her grew cool. "Me? not come? Of course I'm coming, I came to help you and that's what I plan on doing!" How dare he assume that this, the climax of this little venture, was too frightening for her. This was nothing compared to Katesan's ship. Strange, frighteningly human creatures scuttling about, technology that sent her reeling... This place, this was just a hot rock suspended in space. She glared at Caleb for a moment before releasing the heat energy she had unintentionally withheld back into the atmosphere. The temperature soared, and within moments it was back at an uncomfortable hundred-something. Dostaria, still in a huff, walked towards two large boulders. They looked like land marks, there were no other boulders of this size in sight. She knew that the slave-prison was close, but she didn't know exactly where it was located. Dostaria squinted against the bright light of the flames surrounding her. She was sure she saw something move, but it could have just been distortion caused by heat.

Caleb was not expecting an 'angry' reaction from Dostaria. He had thought that she would at least consider it not just snap at him with that creepy outraged glare. "I'll... Just... Go scope out the land, then." he said nervously, rubbing his arm and averting his gaze from Dostaria. He knew running was a danger in a place like this, maybe half-speed would be decent enough, anything to get away from Dostaria when she was in her 'womens rights' or 'equality for gender' moods. He was just about to turn his back when Katesen said something. He had almost forgotten the boy existed for a moment there, and remembering that he did exist brought a frown to his face. Another one of this kookie inventions? There was probably a storehouse full on what ever planet he came from. And he didn't understand any of them, they seemed to have a familiar theme that he didn't understand.

He took the badge in his hand warily, studying it for a moment and then deciding that he probably wouldn't even need it. If anything bad happened he could just run away as fast as he could. He saluted Katesen and Dostaria, and in a moment he was gone, a rush of wind punctuating his depart. Racing through the flat ground of Weavon was like racing through a mine field, his power allowed him a smidgen of premonition about geyser eruptions or uneven ground, but there was a huge margin for error. Even at half-speed he found himself dodging around obstacles, and barely avoiding slamming into boulders that burst into his path. Hard work it was. But relief flooded through his system at the fact that his clothes weren't burning up. In fact, they seemed to take the friction well. If only the outfit were red, then he'd have the perfect superhero uniform.

When the two ignored him and ran out, his eyes twitched a bit. He gave off a small shrug. “I never was much of a conversationist or a friend-maker,” he said. The truth is this, he was a loner. Few of the Vendi-Ulis that was close to him, like Fi, were his friends because they had the patience to break through the mental wall that Katesen had built inside him. That wall was his source of tolerance, patience and cold-heart. Whenever something hit it, he would become cold and merciless. And their actions just did. He knew some of it was his fault, such as being really creepy and such. But he had a goal to accomplish. He pulled out a sphere from his pocket. “Land on the spot behind me,” he said. Then he set off.

He had some equipment with him. One of them was grav boot. It was a pair of boots that allowed Katesen to float in midair.

He jumped into the air and set the G force to null. Then he looked around with his clone-enhanced eyes. He saw some movements in infrared imaging. Thankfully, they couldn’t see him because he was still in another dimension. He wanted to laugh so much but he had to be careful. Sound wavelengths, he forgot to mention, can penetrate through any dimension.

Thomas lifted his head, staring out at the unchanging landscape. Today... well, it was a nice day, he decided. It wasn't as hot, even if it was so unnoticeable. The ground under him rumbled like a hungry dog's belly and he could feel the ground shifting under him for the short time. It was only the second time he felt that in his time here. He compared it to a really good fart or burp.

In the distance far yonder, he saw something squiggling around. He couldn't quite make it out, but he could tell it was the figure of a person moving a very high speeds. He automatically thought it was Cody, knowing she was the only one left, but a simple glance to his right told him that that was untrue. Then who or what was that? Curiosity sparked like the excitement a new ride an an amusement park did. He jumped up quickly, trying to focus on the thing that didn't seem to move so fast from a distance.

"Cody!" He yelled over to her and her alien army. "Look!" He pointed out to the horizon, hoping the girl would see it and not be blinded by the half-circle of the setting sun. It could have been anything! And whatever it was, Thomas wanted to know, and badly.

Cody stared where Thomas had pointed. Her mind instantly filled with images of humainoid figures wielding guns and bringing a shower of blood down upon the tiny race of humans living among them. She growled, a feral sound, and picked up a stone. "Thomas, stay back." she ordered. "I go see what it is. Can be no human; Now they all dead, but Then they plentiful. I go see." she repeated, standing up. The blonde started forwards, holding the rock as if it were a weapon. In her hands, it was. She went up to the first boulder, pressed her back against it and turning so she could see better.

Dostaria's frown dissipated. She wasn't angry anymore, just wary. She made a mental note to try not to scare Caleb off again. Being alone with Katesan (who wasn't in a very pleasant mood by the sound of it) wasn't her cup of tea. She continued walking along the dry cracked earth, the nearby sun blazing. The ground was a little mushy, as if magma lurked only a few feet beneath Dostaria's feet. Then she heard a voice from behind the boulder she was approaching. Her face brightened. It was human, she was almost sure. How many aliens spoke English around here? She jogged towards the boulder, the speech becoming clearer every second. But... Whatever was speaking it's vocabulary was messed up, it sounded primitive. A bit like a caveman. Her shoulders drooped. So much for finding help out here. But then again, who ever said cavemen couldn't be helpful? She hoped Caleb would be back soon.

ooc: thispostispuregradea100%slowpoketail

Caleb watched the girl and the tiny boy with interest. It was hard not too see them, the girls hair was the only vibrant color on this bleak landscape, even if it was a dull gray. What were they doing here? As far as he knew all the humans were on Sigma or in heaven. But... If these two were alive here. That meant his parents had a chance to have escaped, didn't they? He had to check this out, it was the only way he could know for sure. He had always thought his mother and father had been killed by the Evoknights, and had since sort of forced himself to believe that they could still be alive, was it really possible? No. But it was the only thing he still believed in right now. He sprinted towards them, little more than a blur of white and green, excited by this possibility. He arrived with a gust of wind, poofing into reality in front of the girl, his face obscured by the wide o that was his mouth.

"You're a human." He said, his mouth flat-lining and turning up at the corners and finally turning into a smile that crossed his face. "You're a human!" He couldn't believe it, these weren't human looking aliens, or even just illusions brought on by the heat. They were real and tangible. He couldn't believe it.

Katesen was drawn to the source of sound. He saw Caleb standing next to two humanoids. Humans. More of them. They were like cockroaches of the universe. They were everywhere… however small in number. Or was it sentient species in humanoid forms? He looked around. No change in the environment other than the two humans. He turned his head around to see his ship land, or hover, actually, on a flat plain. He pulled out his sphere again. “Stay inside the ship until I give you orders. Then you use the drones to swarm this place, got it?” he said barely above whisper level. Then he stored the sphere away back away into his pocket. “Step One: Landing Complete,” he said to himself. “Stage Two…” He smiled.

Cody instantly hissed in surprise, whirling, her hands curling into fists. The boy, with his idiotic yelling, had startled the wits out of her. The dirty girl backed up against the boulder, wary. When two others appeared, however, she growled, her lips curling up from her teeth in a primitive snarl. "Humans all dead!" she snarled at them. "You can not be real! Only Thomas real." She opened her fingers and grabbed at the diamond pendant hanging around her throat, which pulsed blue with calming energy. She started relaxing, or, at least, the small part of her rational mind relaxed. Her blue eyes flashed, and she looked over at Thomas before at the humans that couldn't, just couldn't be real. Cause all the humans were dead. Finished. Killed. Right?

"Guards, come." she ordered. The aliens were suddenly everywhere, at least fifteen or twenty of them, surrounding the group. "Don't move if you no want to die," she snapped, bristling.

Thomas perked up immediately. Seemingly out of nowhere the boy had come that had been on the horizon, appearing before them like a mirage. And... mirage or not... he was excited. The boy seemed to be excited too, excited that there were other humans, but.... he had the same notions as Cody. Where all people dead? All of them everywhere? Earth was the only place, right? Right. That's what all the movies said, and the scientist. No other planets that could hold humans. All of them, if there were any... zero chance, like... not even happening. And the next solar system was a eleventy-kabillion lightyears away right? Right. He hardly took into account that they only got here in three.

Forgetting Cody's warning of him staying immediately he ran up with her, heaving himself up on the boulder that separated them, hardly at the top, but keeping himself up. "Hi!" Thomas yelled grinning widely and eyes shining. He waves at the kid before them, hardly noticing the troop of commanded aliens that surrounded them all. He was just too dang happy to care.

Dostaria looked at the girl, arms crossed over her chest. She wasn't scared of her, no, not at all. It was kind of hard to take someone who couldn't even speak correctly seriously. Especially when that someone had no visible weapons. Besides, Dostaria had the most powerful weapon of all! She could defend herself by taking away any kinetic or heat energy, then slam it back into her opponent. She was invincible! At least until the next predicament reared it's ugly head. They were both humans after all, why the aggression? Didn't this girl know how to make friends? Dostaria didn't look hostile, or at least she didn't think she did. Her face brightened when she saw the boy. He seemed nice. Dostaria gave a fleeting look at the girl before joining Caleb and the boy. "Hi," Dostaria echoed, a grin at her lips.

"Move? Dude... I can't not move." replied Caleb, trying his best to formulate a witty comeback, but shrugged it off. "Time to get twisted!" he finally shouted, as Dostaria replied, he made the motion to stay absolutely still, as his power kicked in. Almost instantly, Caleb was spinning in a circle, generating a dust cloud with his outrageous amount of speed. The more he spun, the more he attracted the dust around him, forming what looked like a seven foot dust devil. Dizzy. That was the only thought on Caleb's mind as the whirlwind of collected molten dust, and rocks slammed into one of the aliens, throwing him a meter away and into a geyser. His amazing and almost too good to believe offense quickly dispatched the other aliens, he was moving faster than they could register, and he still had the element of surprise on his side. The tornado died down the moment the last alien was knocked unconscious, sprouting from the cloud of dirt and grit, was Caleb, bursting from it covered in the dirt, so that he was almost unrecognizable.

His face was black with ash, and his eyes were swirling. It felt like his brains had rattled around in his head a bit. And his clothes? They were perfectly in tact, a refreshing turn of events, now he didn't have to worry about being embarrassed and he had saved Dostaria's life. With the cloud of black ash dying away, he looked at Cody with a frown. He was barely an inch from her, staring her down with a burning gaze. "I suggest you not do that again, or I will have to strike you. I have no problems with hitting a girl." Especially one with the manners of a pig.

Katesen watched Dostria walk into the circle and then see Caleb take out every alien that surrounded them. His eyebrow went up slightly as he looked at the technique that Caleb performed. By spinning and causing the wind to spin around at high speed, he drew in the dust and the rocks around him to make a mini tornado to quickly knock out the enemy. He whistled as the aliens were pushed back and Caleb didn’t sweat much, figuratively. And then he saw Caleb approach the little girl with the little rock and talk to her. Thankfully, he didn’t forget to put on a little spy bug on the badge of the insignia of the uniform they wore, so he heard Caleb talk. … Huh? Hit a girl? What a barbarian! Well, he was in no position to complain because for one, the girl had brought up a small squadron of alien to fight with and two the girl was still holding the little rock –if Katesen saw clearly with his modified eyes- as a weapon.

He chuckled as his crew reported in completion of the launcher pads. He pulled out his orb and talked to it. “I’ll look for a significant metal deposit. Or a lava river. Stay put until then,” he said as he walked away from the humans. He put the orb back into his pocket and pulled out a scanner. It was a small scanner that fit perfectly into his hand. He pressed some buttons and then spoke ‘Iron’ into it. Then it began to beep slowly. And Katesen walked off with his little scanner, trying to find a small mine to use as his source of foundation.

Blue eyes widening in surprise, Cody glared at the other humans. "Humans all dead. We watched them!" she hissed, her grip[ on the stone tightening. It started glowing blue. Aw great! It was one of the 'used' stones. Oh well. The army wouldn't be any less without one little alien... She gripped it tighter and tighter, now focusing her aggression on that. She waved Thomas down with one hand when she heard him approach, but did little else.

Finally, the stone crumbled. An insane grin lit her face as one of the aliens let out a high0pitched keening, it's body writhing as it's heart tore itself apart. Within moments it was still and lifeless. Cody let the dust fall to the ground. "Thomas, we need water." she said, in a perfectly tangible sentence. She felt better now.

The blonde looked up at the boy who'd come up to her, and a wicked gleam entered her gaze. "Please," she growled. "How'd you think we lived here so long without death?"

Oo... eh? Thomas watched with interest as the Boy From Nowhere started running around, causing a storm to billow up by his own forces, sucking in dust in rock at a glorifying speed. Oh cool! He could make little spinney things! What were they called again? Hurricanes? No... Tornadoes. Yeah, that. Just like the TV shows! And the movies! That kid was pretty awesome, but as he did his little trick the dust suck toward the storm flickered towards his eyes, forcing him to squint and he could feel the force of the air pulling him forward. He had not much to hold onto and, grope as he might, couldn't find a thing to hold him still. Luckily enough, it finished quickly, but he was left with a sanded back and oddly lain hair.

Thomas frowned at the mess of himself for, but a moment before it went away and he watched the Tornado Boy get too close to Cody for his ease. He frowned again. What the big idea?

ooc: Sorry, I didn't notice the aliens. DX

Dostaria blinked as Caleb created a dust devil right before her very eyes. What's he doing?! She shielded her face from the barrage of dust and grit coming her way. She struggled to decipher what was going on. Caleb had made some remark that didn't quite make sense, then this. It was only then that the noticed the aliens. Perhaps she should have been scared of the girl. Despite this her feeling of bravado didn't diminish, in fact it only strengthened. What was this? The third time Caleb had saved her? It was a little embarrassing. But, he was the hero after all. Ugh, no she couldn't think like that. She needed to be aware. Ignoring her slight unease at Caleb's heroics, she nodded a quick 'thanks' to him.

The dust settled and Dostaria let her arms hang at her sides. Then a scream. A terrible, irritating, ear grating cry. She pivoted and looked at whatever was making the noise. Caleb hadn't done whatever it was crying about to it, she was sure. The girl was the cause, and she seemed to enjoy it. Oh, and the brute had learned to talk right. A pleasing development that Dostaria hardly noticed for the writhing alien on the ground. "Hey, what are you doing to him?!" She guessed it was a 'he'. Maybe those aliens didn't have genders, it's not like it mattered. Just as she was about to leap at the girl and make her stop, the alien stopped moving. Dostaria brought her gaze from the lifeless creature on the ground and to the demonic girl. She tensed, bringing her powers to the ready.

ooc: Mehr.

Caleb glanced over at one of the aliens he had knocked out. He saw it unuglating on the ground like some mad freak. Was this sad display meant to scare him? It failed then. Was it mean to freak him out? If so, then it had succeeded. This girl in front of him was dangerous... Not too dangerous though. He could still take her. Whatever weird ability she had. He looked around for a moment. "Where'd Katesen go..." he whispered to himself. He looked back at the girl with a frown. "Hm. I expected the last of the humans to be friendlier with their own kind. We're leaving, Dostaria." he murmured. Turning away from the girl. Is this what was left of humanity. A bunch of animals that kill to survive and live on dirt and mud that could barely form a sentence. It was chilling to think that they were now just mud men, not humans any more. Just creatures to be exterminated.

He shook the dark thoughts from his head, he needed to find Kenji somehow. Those two... people had survived here, and they barely looked like they were surviving, Kenji however was much more likely to be safe. He was a live, Caleb knew this for sure. And all he had to do was find him. But on this lava planet there were too many places too look.

Boom!
The shockwave of an explosion rippled throughout the area, originating from underneath the ground. Katesen stopped and gulped. Being learned somewhat in volcanic planet and their daily activities, he knew what the noise was. And it wasn’t good sign. He turned his tail and ran to towards the humans. “I ain’t building any government here today!” he muttered as he ran.

While Katesen was running back to Dostria and Caleb, a hand popped out of the ground few meters from where they were standing. Much like a zombie in a graveyard would, except this hand was covered in hot stinking lava! Then another hand. Then the head and the rest of the body. He stood up. Then, the pieces of the lava began to fall apart and eventually, it revealed a fully clothed figure. “God, that place stinks like hell’s mother,” he muttered. Then he saw humans there as well as aliens. His stomach began to growl. He licked his lips in anticipation of a good meal and used his power to form a spear from the air around him. He changed the air’s atomic structure from subatomic particles and up and formed a rock-hard iron spear. This was all done silently. Then he took a stance and lunged the spear with all his strength.

Cody looked at the girl. "Only it's body was in pain. I already had it's soul," she growled. Then she levelled her gaze on Caleb. "Why are you here? You came and alerted the alien officials. It'll be a God-send if we aren't captured again..." Her momentary lapse of sanity was unnerving. She fidgeted, feeling the need to do something. Suddenly she heard the alien that had accompanied the two humans. She turned to see something lunging at him, looking strangely... Human. Was there more that she didn't know about? "He with you?" she asked bluntly, her voice broken though her speech wasn't as fragmented.

((*Knows this failed*... *Hates herself for posting this fail*))

Thomas fell off of his little rock when shock wave of epic proportions (compared to all the other shock waves he'd experienced) went off. "Ow!" He squeaked when his head hit a rock on the ground. His eyes watered as he staggered to his feet, the sting bounding on his head with Herculean force, but he forced himself to stop. He wouldn't cry today.

Back upright he looked to see whatever caused it. In the distance, not too far was that one guy these dudes had come with, running towards them, and then some lava monster. He didn't flinch at it, aliens and lava monsters being Weavon's shtick, but the lava melted away and he saw a guy. Well... another human? But with the speed of lightening there was suddenly a rod object coming towards them. He squinted his eyes, trying to see what it was, but in less than a moment they widened again, seeing it coming straight for him. He ducked quickly, feeling the air shoot past his head as the object soared over him and the thump of it lodging into the ground. Thank the Lord and his son for dodging lasers.

Still ducking he examined the thing that had landed two or so feet from him. It was... a spear? Whahuh? Those little wooden things could survive in lava? What a discovery! He would have smiled if someone hadn't thrown it at him. He peered cautiously back up, just in case more projectiles would zoom for him and stick him in his eye.

"Hey!" Thomas whined. "What's the big idea!?" They were throwing things at him now? He looked at the humans that stood around him, even the one who claimed to leave and suddenly he didn't feel so comfortable around him. He had thought, at first, that they ignored him, but that wasn't true since he almost got his noggin' knocked off. What if they were just disguised aliens or something? Even if the white-haired one complained about them being unfriendly to their fellow man, he still felt, in a way, betrayed, and the thought of a huge ploy to weasel them into death scared him.

Whimpering he hid behind Cody, hoping her power would save them both.