Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Bethany Kismet"]

It may have been a foolish thing to pick up the pilot, but Trextan had been more concerned about the dark spirit than any wounds from the crash. The woman who delicately picked a path down into the U-Wing was no dark presences. In fact she seemed quite the opposite.

As his strength wavered slightly he swayed from side to side. It seemed as if a wave of contentment - and warmth - emanated from the newcomer.

"Is it... Gone?" He murmured. Trextan was running on fumes now. Consciousness wasn't going to stay with him for a great deal longer if the immediate thereat had fled.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Bethany had only caught the tail end of what he was refering to. She didn't even right know what 'it' was, just the feeling through the Force. It was the first time she had encountered anything like that. Unfortunately, she suspected, it wouldn't be the last time either. For now, though, all was quiet- at least, in that regard.

"It's gone," she said gently.

Moving next to him, she gently touched his elbow. If he simply collapsed, as she suspected he might, she was ready.

"There's nothing left here that can hurt you. Rest. We'll take care of you and your friends, I promise."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Bethany Kismet"]

"Okay," he managed to reply weakly. He looked down at Choli, seeing the trickle of blood from under her hairline smudged across her cheek. Then he looked up at the healer, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Trextan wavered slightly but kept his footing. He looked through the open window and then back to Bethany. There was clearly a thought process behind those misty eyes, but it was a slow one.

He dropped carefully to a knee, then two. Trextan laid [member="Choli Vyn"] out on the deck and then slumped against the damaged console. Consciousness ebbed away slowly and he took her command literally.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Chloe Blake"]


There it was again, a small prickling of something being wrong. Judah was slowly making his way through the wreckage and keeping an eye on his sensors as he did so. Something else was also moving towards him at roughly the same speed and trajectory. It was a bit troubling. He supposed if it was pirates he could hold his wits long enough to run and getaway. Maybe use all the floating trash to his advantage.


Button depressed the hailing system, switching to open communications. Any vessel in the area would hear them if they had their channels tuned to both public and private.


"Unknown vessel, identify yourself. We're on the same trajectory, I'd rather not crash."