R E D E E M E D
SHIRAYA EXPANSE
Unknown World, Unknown Hour...
Against all odds, the Vampyre's eyes creaked open.
At first, all the ivory-maned one saw was darkness. But as he rapidly blinked, wondering how he was still alive, his surroundings gradually came into focus. Yeshua, a naval officer who had spent the past few years defending the Ascendancy, was now looking upon a foreign sky. The hour was clearly late, as evidenced by the fact that he could see an endless tapestry of stars strewn about. But beyond the fact that he was now on the ground, he had no idea where here was.
Slowly, he attempted to sit up. The sandy earth crunched beneath his form as his boots dug in, trying to give him enough leverage to push himself forward. The motion was an agonizing one, for pain ripped through his person. Yeshua felt as though he had been tossed into a dryer and left on the highest cycle. Every muscle ached. His bones wanted nothing more than to lay back in the dirt. Yet, the Vampyre persisted until his arms wrapped meekly around his knees.
It was then that his thoughts asked the question of the hour: What happened?
What he remembered was...panic. The din of voices overlapping each other aboard the ship he called home. The CNS Jericho, alongside other Ascendancy vessels, had been tasked with an incursion into enemy territory. They had the numbers. They had the experience. And yet...Yeshua remembered watching the lead of their formation being ripped apart by enemy fire. He remembered the heat as explosions boomed across his beloved ship. They had no choice but to abandon the Jericho. They had to make for the escape pods and roll the dice that they'd see another day.
Apparently, his had made it to a planet's surface. But that didn't bode well. At best, this was yet another uncharted rock within the Shiraya Expanse. At worst, he was behind enemy lines. And in this state, he wouldn't be pulling off any daring escapes. In that moment...his heart overtook his brain. The racing thoughts about survival quickly turned into concern about the one who had been at his side throughout the calamity. She barked orders the loudest when the Jericho was falling. She made sure that all of the pods launched before securing herself across from him.
And that was the last time he saw the engineer.
"Feth." he swore, taking a few moments to force himself to his feet. The Vampyre damn near fell back to the ground, for another affliction reared its ugly head. There was an ache in his throat. A persistent burn. His body was crying out for the life blood of another so that he could restore himself. Just another liability to add to the growing list, it seemed. Nonetheless, Yeshua trudged his way forward, attempting to follow the debris around him.
He dared not call out her name, lest he draw enemy attention to himself.
All that he could hope was that she lived.
At first, all the ivory-maned one saw was darkness. But as he rapidly blinked, wondering how he was still alive, his surroundings gradually came into focus. Yeshua, a naval officer who had spent the past few years defending the Ascendancy, was now looking upon a foreign sky. The hour was clearly late, as evidenced by the fact that he could see an endless tapestry of stars strewn about. But beyond the fact that he was now on the ground, he had no idea where here was.
Slowly, he attempted to sit up. The sandy earth crunched beneath his form as his boots dug in, trying to give him enough leverage to push himself forward. The motion was an agonizing one, for pain ripped through his person. Yeshua felt as though he had been tossed into a dryer and left on the highest cycle. Every muscle ached. His bones wanted nothing more than to lay back in the dirt. Yet, the Vampyre persisted until his arms wrapped meekly around his knees.
It was then that his thoughts asked the question of the hour: What happened?
What he remembered was...panic. The din of voices overlapping each other aboard the ship he called home. The CNS Jericho, alongside other Ascendancy vessels, had been tasked with an incursion into enemy territory. They had the numbers. They had the experience. And yet...Yeshua remembered watching the lead of their formation being ripped apart by enemy fire. He remembered the heat as explosions boomed across his beloved ship. They had no choice but to abandon the Jericho. They had to make for the escape pods and roll the dice that they'd see another day.
Apparently, his had made it to a planet's surface. But that didn't bode well. At best, this was yet another uncharted rock within the Shiraya Expanse. At worst, he was behind enemy lines. And in this state, he wouldn't be pulling off any daring escapes. In that moment...his heart overtook his brain. The racing thoughts about survival quickly turned into concern about the one who had been at his side throughout the calamity. She barked orders the loudest when the Jericho was falling. She made sure that all of the pods launched before securing herself across from him.
And that was the last time he saw the engineer.
"Feth." he swore, taking a few moments to force himself to his feet. The Vampyre damn near fell back to the ground, for another affliction reared its ugly head. There was an ache in his throat. A persistent burn. His body was crying out for the life blood of another so that he could restore himself. Just another liability to add to the growing list, it seemed. Nonetheless, Yeshua trudged his way forward, attempting to follow the debris around him.
He dared not call out her name, lest he draw enemy attention to himself.
All that he could hope was that she lived.
