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The priestess narrowed her eyes. "Delaena," she said suddenly. "My name is Delaena... And you need to rest or you'll collapse. Magic can only do so much." She made no effort to stop him, and nodded her head. "I appreciate your offer of protection. If the offer stays true, I thank you." She was skeptical that any man would go to the effort of protecting anything to do with her kind. They'd... crashed? Hmm. That was interesting... but what were they doing there?

"Be careful out there. The other Women won't hesitate to kill you for sport. I can't heal a dead creature." She lifted her chin with an air of authority. She knew she was right. They would hunt him and kill him, and Gods knew what else. She watched the man. He fascinated her... Their shape was so different. Obviously, they were entirely different races... weren't they?
 
Altair agreed with her and he wished he had the time to actually rest with her. Learn about her find out what made her so fascinating. It was odd this entire feeling was new to him completely. "Dalaena I always hold my promises my men won't touch your temple. And I'll punish anyone who does. And I'll try my best to keep anyone above or not under my power away. You've done a lot for me." Her words sounded like a goodbye but like she didn't want him to go as well. In his mind he was thinking the same thing. "I know what they're capable of now more than ever."

Altair ran out of the temple and instantly climbed a tree. He jumped from the top and pushed away with his mind. He was high enough to see how far away the crash site was. Coming back down he slowed his descent and started a light jog. He couldn't pulse jump all the way there his mind would give out and shut down before he got close. It was a struggle to maintain the pace and also cover his tracks. He couldn't lead them back to the injured men. He also couldn't shake the images of Dalaena though she was stuck on his mind. Her voice her touch the soft way she took care of him. Women were always told as monsters that would destroy men on site those stories that were told must have been wrong he didn't know what to believe anymore. The only thing he could even begin to believe were the stories passed down by his father.
 
A man had been in her temple. Delaena shook her head and drew a deep breath, pushing her hands down on the surface of the altar. She spoke the same words she'd already repeated over and over again until the shadow and echo of him was erased. Then she knelt behind it and rested her head against the cool stone. The air was still afire, lit with some burning excitement that Delaena had never sensed before. It intrigued her, but the priestess was... less of a warrior than her kin. Still...

She called the winds and felt them wind their way around her. Feeling her powers in such a way was reassuring to her. She wasn't helpless- if anything happened, she was more than able to defend herself. A small smile curled up the corner of her lips. The priestess rose and brushed her fingertips over the surface of the altar. She opened a small door near the back of the temple and walked into her sleeping quarters. It was hardly a luxurious room, furnished with only a bed and a washbasin. It was enough.
 
now Sarah was in full war mode a male had just been brought into the temple she would deal with him later right now she needed to know just how many came with this one man . She drew her bow which was able to fold up and fit in strap on the side of her leg. She used magic arrows made up of the element she could control. She looked down at her cub and said "stay with the preistess mommy is going on a hunt". the cub obeyed and stayed just inside of the temple after Sarah let it back in. Sarah then took off to go check out these males and how many there were to see if she could learn all about them and if she had to she would kill them all. Right now they were a new toy for her after all she never saw a male before.
 
Shumi was coming back with a fresh bail of fruit front he woods when she heard the NaviKom in the ship beeping again. she quickly discarded the fruit as she ran up the ship's loading ramp and into the bridge. the NaviKom's screen was flicking, something was heading towards her general direction, fast. Shumi punched it up hastily. it was the Male-ship, it had fallen out of orbit and was now plummeting towards the planet. in fact is was heading right towards her. she could hear the tearing of metal against rock outside as the ship clipped the mountain above her. Shumi ran to the the nearest porthole window and watched as a large smoking ship careened passed over head, before finally crashing some where in the distance. Shumi glanced back at the NaviKom, they had landed over three miles south of her, that was near on the villages, the one with the temple.

Shumi gulped. she hoped whomever was on board had perished in the crash, otherwise, they would have to deal with the natives, in which they might as well be dead. But still even so.... there was another ship on the planet now, not a space worthy ship, not anymore, but chances are there might still be something to salvage, maybe the InertialDrive on the thing was still intact.

Re-engineering male tech to suit a ship ten times her age was still a long shot through, and even if it were would the native lets her get close enough to salvage anything. Shumi had always remained pragmatic, and cautious. no unnecessary risks, always play it safe. but for how long? till she was a withered old hag, till she died living as a hermit, if the natives didn't kill her first? No, she wouldn't have another operatunity like this...


After a few hours she was ready. she donned a vest made from layers of heavy cloth and resin, making a primitive sort of Kevlar. unfortunately she couldn't close it, she had made a mistakes in measurements and forgot to factor in her own bust. her breasts weren't huge, but still prominent enough that the thing simply would close int he front, but would definitely stop a spear to the back, in her pockets she had a few fragmentation grenades, a pair of hand guns on with extra clips and a .44mm rifle, and an accurate on too. she knew the stream flowed past the village, so she didn't bother carrying extra water. was going to have to scout, but if she was caught, throw a smoke grenade and run like hell back to the Beagle.

She took a few deep calming breaths trying to collect her nerves. You got this, the small girl told herself, giving herself a few moment before heading into the jungle, heading south for the village and the crash site.
 
Gabriella was out scouring the land for supplies. Her bow and quiver across her back while she dawned a green thin robe. Normally it was white, but it stood out too much amongst the greenery. The robe was held together in the front with lacing that gave hints at her fair bare skin beneath it, down to the unseamed parting just starting at her thighs. Her red mane was left to cascade about her shoulders. Two satchels tied at her waist and a cloth bag in another hand. Herbs were gathered and various other supplies. She was far from the action in her temple. The bag was hung over her shoulders and she climbed up a rather tall old tree. It was damn near second nature for her and no surprise when she reached the middle of the large tree. The view she was granted was stunning, to say the least, but that was not the reason she was up here. Something was off and things seemed to have shifted, in a way. She heard the noise and felt a wave of heat, despite the faintness of it.

She was none too far from the commotion, and while it would have been best for her to turn and make a bee line back towards her home, that was not the first thing on the curious priestess' mind. What if someone was hurt? Her curiosity had long since prevailed on the silent and short debate of what to do. Smoke could be seen on the horizon and birds flew off in distress. There was certainly something going on. From the tree branch she hopped. Her faint sweet scent lingering in her shadow as she walked in the direction of the chaos. Towards what? She was not sure of yet. Along the way she shot a Bergluva. Nasty creature roared loudly just before it's death. While she would rather not take the life of another, she was not so willing to give up her own. Besides, the green spotted coat would make for a nice treat for the elder. Yet there was no time to linger. The beast had managed to sink a fang into her wrist and the pain was nothing to laugh at, but she pressed a palm against the wound and it looked as though she was searing it closed, yet nothing but wet blood remained upon the smooth surface of her unscarred skin. The tissue beneath the skin would heal all its own in due time and she could live with the pain, which would ebb away with time.

As she drew closer and closer she took great care in treading carefully. Before her eyes even landed upon the sight of the hunk of metal that crashed upon the gorgeous scenery of her home, she could smell the smoke, metal, and blood before hand. Someone was injured, but she also thought the worst - men. The though sent shivers to dance across the surface of her skin. One stop forward and she instantly cursed herself while her heart raced beneath her bosom and she heard the loudest twig snap amplified by ten. She froze, they couldn't have possibly heard that... could they?
 
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A few minutes ago.
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*AUTOREPAIR PROCEDURES COMPLETED*
*DUALITY AI LOADED*
*HIGH-LEVEL AUTONOMOUS FUNCTIONS STARTING UP*
*STARTUP COMPLETED*

A small explosion ruptured part of the ships stern, just below the main hall. The ship’s mainframe displayed a notice of the increasing distance between the ship and the 003 escape pod. Lance watched in awe as the meteor shower slammed into the ship, again and again and again. He noticed parts of the hull ripping loose, including the most important part of the ship; the primary buffer panel. A small grin appeared on Lance’s face. He was a survivor through and through. This wasn’t the first time he had survived a collision in space. He had some emergency supplies and rations in this ship and had brought a small deck of cards in case he got bored. He undid the lid and began shuffling the card, not paying any more attention to the ship that was now being pulled into the planet’s orbit. A peered up a bit and noticed a small piece debris was heading straight towards him. The piece of metal did remind him of a certain buffer panel.

“FUCK!!” He yelled, while fastening his seatbelts. Seconds later he felt the impact, while he passed out from the heavy G’s felt inside the cabin. The last thing he noticed and felt was the pull of gravity.


SYSTEM REBOOT NECESSARY FOR COMPLETE FUNCTION....REBOOT?
.......yes
SYSTEM REBOOT SELECTED....GOOD MORNING ESCAPE 001
..."The time is not accurate for morning...please auto correct...actual time....unknown....designation...unknown...total life forms in small space occupancy...one....first life form...human male, normal built, sexually active.... ".

The inner computer of pod worked furiously to auto correct itself, adjusting the minor infractions as it’s repair kicked in. Small damage had been maintained during the sudden impact from the main ship’s buffer panel, but the internal system had managed to keep it minimal by forcing itself into a complete system shut down.

A metallic, monotone female voice came on over the pods intercom.
"Estimated Landing time, 0.5 Minutes...destination unknown."


His hand caressed his cheek, making circles around his temple, brushing the short dark brown hair aside. His temple felt warm and sticky. “Blood?” He asked sheepishly.When he tried to concentrate, he lost consciousness again.

“5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1. ..impa..”

Lance was half conscious as he was thrown out of the pod during the impact. He heard the escape pot bursting open while in the distant the other pieces of metal were crashing. He actually enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness as he flew further in the air. He shoulders landed first in a deep lake. The water felt like concrete at first, causing friction marks on his shoulder. He rolled at the watery surface until he finally sank down. The cold water brought him awake in a second. If he had broken something he would have to act now. He was not deep in the water yet and adrenaline was fueling him for now.

He propelled himself upwards using his legs. “Thank science they aren’t broken” he muttered to himself as he reached the edge of the leg. A dozen seconds later and he was rushing towards the escape pod. His body was battered and bruised, it felt like he had mated with a Tri-alloy tube loader. The longer he waited the more of his supplies went to waste. He dragged his tired frame towards the remnants of his former pod and noticed some of the crates were still, somewhat, intact. He was actually amazed at the state of his body. A severed limb or a few broken bones would have been a positive outcome in such a landing as this. He began mumbling about doing the math on his landing trajectory and seeing if he could gain some knowledge from it. Perhaps this experience could be used as a mandatory impact training for new recruits? ‘The Lancerius approach’ He dubbed it quickly.

A small grin appeared on his face, childish as it may seem, when he noticed the deck of cards among the rubble. He wasn’t going to bore himself on this planet. How quickly that grind disappeared from his face when he heard a twig snap.
 
Her heart had never sounded so loudly as it pounded in her ears. She heard a voice and between the brush she saw someone. It seemed as though he might have heard her. He did not appear to badly wounded. She took a much needed deep breath. He did not appear to be armed and she had come this far, why not get a few answers. Taking precautionary measures she took her bow in hand. There was a dagger strapped on the outside of each of her thighs. Soft petite hands parted the brush and the flame haired female stepped forward, presenting herself to the male. He looked fairly beat up. Almost as though he didn't stand a chance. He was soaked and out in the middle of territory he most likely knew nothing about. The priestess stood in observation of the male just a few feet from her. The wind teasing at the light thin fabric of her ropes. An idle hand teasing at the feminine pendant nestled in the valley of her bust.

"What are you doing here?" A simple question. Males had no business on the planet of Eve, but from the looks of things there was little way he was going to put the shattered pieces of metal back together and leave. At least, not anytime soon. "You know your kind are not welcomed on Eve, no? You could be killed by the Elder's hands, eaten by a number of creatures, or killed by me." She was curious. Threats were not really her forte. Not when she didn't truly mean them. A sigh escaped her lips and light green orbs looked around, just in case there were more. Her bow was hung on her back once more and the bag was placed upon the ground. "How bad is it?" She asked, only having moved a foot closer. She now stood about four feet from the seemingly injured male. She had no idea what he was capable of or what his intentions may have been. She was going no where near him until she had a few answers. It had been quite a while since she had laid eyes upon a male. Her last encounter was not something she liked to remember.
 
"What are you doing here?" A simple question. Males had no business on the planet of Eve, but from the looks of things there was little way he was going to put the shattered pieces of metal back together and leave. At least, not anytime soon. "You know your kind are not welcomed on Eve, no? You could be killed by the Elder's hands, eaten by a number of creatures, or killed by me." She was curious. Threats were not really her forte. Not when she didn't truly mean them. A sigh escaped her lips and light green orbs looked around, just in case there were more. Her bow was hung on her back once more and the bag was placed upon the ground. "How bad is it?" She asked, only having moved a foot closer. She now stood about four feet from the seemingly injured male. She had no idea what he was capable of or what his intentions may have been. She was going no where near him until she had a few answers. It had been quite a while since she had laid eyes upon a male. Her last encounter was not something she liked to remember.sa


The man eyed the female on his right, eyes eying her wardrobe and arsenal. The muscular development in her shoulder and wrists spoke of some training with the bow, promising quick movements and explosive strength. He licked his lips as he stood up straighter and eyed her once more, this time entranced by her way of speech. Since the great divide mankind and womankind have had…. ‘little’ diplomacy. Most of it was done by spear or rifle, thrown in with the occasional curse and grunt. That his woman was speaking with him at all spoke volumes about her curiosity.

“Apparently playing cards for a while longer than expected.” He told her. It was completely true of course, yet he doubted that this woman would understand the humor behind the words. God where was a grunt or gun maniac when you needed one. Probably most of them died in some horrible crash. Typical! “Are we not?” He asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He had a overly relaxed and friendly expression on his face, coupled with a hint of instability. When she spoke of his injuries, enquiring how bad it was, the glint in his eyes changed. She was fumbling in his area of expertise, something that intrigued him. The pieces of the puzzle quickly fell into place. The way she was hesitant to kill him at first sight, asked about injuries, even warn him. He hoped he was right in believing she was one of the ‘priestess’ woman kind had. They were the equivalent of a male doctor, if not a bit more chanting and drinking goat pee in the hopes of recovery. Although this is what most of mankind chose to believe.

“Nothing major. No broken bones or any of the sorts. I believe the worst of it is a nicked artery that has closed by now and a subluxation of my left shoulder.” He placed his right hand on his shoulder and felt it as if emphasizing that this was the location of the pain. The impact on the water surface had been harsh and violent, yet a subluxation was much better than a full one. He stepped closer, eyes never glancing at her daggers or the powerful bow on her back. Part of his ‘impressive’ social skills was the fact that he barely paid attention to personal space. So there he stood, a billion questions visible in his eyes as he glanced at this strange and exotic specimen in front of him.

“I think protocol demands us to introduce ourselves before we start any experimentation.”
 
His terminology certainly did not go unnoticed. It was easy to put things with what little she was given. He knew his anatomy fairly well. Perhaps her equivalent amongst the males. She looked at him from where she stood. She noted the pain that he kneaded at and she reached into her satchel and pulled out a flower and plucked the purple petals off of the flower and crushed them between her fingers and easily made a paste. Normally this was more refined, but it was actually more potent as it was. Already she could feel the tips of her fingers tingling towards numbness. It eased pain when it seeped in after a while. She placed her bow on the ground, openly. Where he could see it. A lot of good a quiver of arrows did if you didn't have a bow. "Protocols?" He certainly had humor. Her slipper covered petite feet walked her over to male. "Priestess Gabriella Sylvari." She had little vendetta with personal space. Her profession entailed her being hands on.

"Stay still." She spoke calmly and smeared the paste upon her hand. The tingling sensation spreading to her hand. "It is a flower. That is all, a medicinal herb, or are you afraid?" She challenged him and laid out her hands, showing that there was nothing she was hiding aside from the obvious. She did not really wait for him to do anything. Her hand snaked its way to his shoulder. She looked the male in the eyes as she spoke. "What brings you here? Other than bad landing?" She said taking a quick glance over his shoulder and looking at the debris. Obviously there were no others and if he wished her harm he could have easily done so when she was so close. All the while she wondered what to do with him. She could bring him no harm, not when he posed no threat upon her. However, her sisters would think different. His physique was intriguing. His body was toned. Aside from the scratches and the bruising, nothing else seemed bad. "Alone, on a planet of females, and playing cards. You are bold, I will give you that." A smile unknowingly tugged on the corner of her lips. He wreaked of a rare masculine scent, obviously alien to her home world. When done she cleaned off her and walked over to the bag and pulled out a fruit and held it out for him to eat. Distrust wouldn't have been a surprise so she bit into the sweet and slightly tart fruit. Eating the bite and handing it of to him, proving it wasn't poisonous.
 
Shumi reached the edge of the crash site, there was bits and heavy debris including a pod. she poked her head out of the grass and drove down on all fours as she save one of the natives interacting with a injured male. she drew out a gun, and sliding on her belly made and effort to get closer and see what was happening.

She got about within eight feet of the and had and back to a piece metal plating as she tried to listen into their conversation. they weren't killing each other, yet. the male seemed kinda.... strange... still, if this confrontation became violent she had her rile and a few grenades.

the question was, would the encounter between the two end in bloodshed of not. she took and chance to glance over the side of the debris to so how the two were doing.
 
Altair was doing a pretty good job of running away and covering his tracks. But feales were said to be excellent hunters and trackers. Even if he covered his footprints the probably would havd found another way to follow him. He had to leave a trail away from the ship. So he turned and left a trail about a mile as far away from the ship as possible. When he wassatified with his work a jumped onto a a tree branch and went all the way to the top. Resting there for a view minutes with a mighty leap he was in the air again a few yards above the tres. From hear her could see the ship not too far away. But being this much closer he could see that it was worse than he previously thought. He would be lucky if there were any survivors left. But something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

It was... Lance he was alive if not a little banged up. But what surprised Altair was that he was talking to a female. He didn't know if this was a hostile situation or not but he did spot another female spying on them. The second woman was armed heavily and he wasn't going to take a chance with her. Coming back down to the trees Altair contined to use his mind to pulse his jumps until he closed the distance. He pushed his body with his mind and landed in a tree silently. He was right behind the spying female and was choosing his plan of attack. He didn't want to startle the second female but he would also be leaving Lance on his own. Altair had to put his faith in the Doc and hope that he would mak it back alive.
 
Something was off, Shumi didn't hear of see anything but she could sense it. Damn mana. but her sense were tingling, ABOVE her. Shumi looked up to see a figure crouched on top of the tree brand above her. 'shit!' the girl made a dash away from the site and ran strait into the brush. she had to get back the Beagle, it is was a huntress she was going to be speared, but if she could at least gain more favorable ground she could fight back, or elude them. either way she had to put distance between the figure int he tree and other two
 
Lance nodded to the female as she placed her ointment covered hands on his shoulder. His clothing was partially destroyed due to the impact and the fire, yet luckily it was mostly salvageable and did still provide heat and protection. "Priestess Gabriella Sylvari."He said softly, feeling the words on his tongue. “Yes. Yes, I think that suits you.” He did tell his name right after that, seeing as she was not done yet with her little act of healthcare. These primitive people were quite gifted at herbs and spices, no doubt snorting the stuff on their day off. “I have no idea if any of my people are still alive, or with me. Perhaps some of them have enjoyed the hospitality you have given me so far.”

He heard a small beep on his watch go off, signaling a crewmember was nearby. During a last ‘routine checkup’ he had injected each crewmember with a tracking beacon. The reason had been simple; someone was stealing his wrenches. He had not told them of this, seeing as their lesser minds would never understand his great intellect, or paranoia. He grabbed a petal from the flower before he grabbed the fruit. Her barely paid any attention to it or her gesture of taking a bite herself. He sampled the fruit and swirled the petal around in his finger until it turned to a paste.

“Does it work on chaffed nipples as well?” He asked her with a boyish curiosity, fingers seconds away from applying it on his nipples to see firsthand if it did. He then remembered he was on a strange planet and that he had more important work to do. He completely ignored the bleeping sound on his watch and the fellow male human that came with it. “Well I am hardly alone if there are other creatures on this planet.” He stepped closer and took a strand of her hair in his fingers and began testing the softness of her hair. “Do you keep it longer for warmth or some strange primitive tradition?” He asked casually, unaware that he had just insulted her race and culture. He moved around her and placed a single digit on her shoulder and tested the muscle. “Musculus Deltoideus seems tighter than common, size regular. Cephalic vein clearly visible, yet less on the surface than male counterpart. Seems almost evolutionary defensive trait.” He prodded the shoulder a few more times before he placed the finger on her lip, wanting to part her lips to see her teeth, provided she let him.
 
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Something was off, Shumi didn't hear of see anything but she could sense it. Damn mana. but her sense were tingling, ABOVE her. Shumi looked up to see a figure crouched on top of the tree brand above her. 'shit!' the girl made a dash away from the site and ran strait into the brush. she had to get back the Beagle, it is was a huntress she was going to be speared, but if she could at least gain more favorable ground she could fight back, or elude them. either way she had to put distance between the figure int he tree and other two
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Altair watched as the girl got up quickly and made a das for it. How did she know that he was there? He moved so quietly that normal ears shouldn't have been able to pick up a sound. He hopped don from the branch and ran after her he couldn't let her go back to the other females and alert them. He alread had Dalaena keeping things hush for him but he knew he could trust her. This female was different she was armed. Wait... she was armed with a rifle it clicked for him now that sort of weaponry shouldn't be in the possession of females. Running after the female wasn't hard but he wasn't getting any closer either. Thinking quickly he snatched a low hanging vine and with his mind sent it after her.

The went speeding for her legs hoping to tangle them up. He had to catch her now or abort and run back to the men. He wasn't even sure if they were alive anymore. If this female was carrying a rifle maybe they already raided the ship. Things were looking bad and he had to make a decision quickly.
 
Shumi was starting to pick up momentum when suddenly her legs were snagged by something. Shumi fell hard on her face dropping her repeater. she immediately tuned to see a vine fastened around her ankles. 'just great.' she pulled a bowie knife out fo her boot and rapidly started to cut through the vine, knowing that his was probably the work of a priestess, and if that was a case she was really in trouble, even if she killed her, the village would spare no effort to hunt her down. Shumi managed to get her legs free ontly to fin her vest was snagged on a thorn patch.
'shit'
Shumi somersaulted backwards out of her vest and quickly drew out her hand guns. "they were a very old model by could fire quickly. she shapely girl started back up slowly glancing around. the priestess had to be close.
 
Altair watched as the vines took down the female and he slowed down to a jog and when he came around a bush he saw she was already up on her feet. But now she had old model hand guns drawn and he smirked litte did she know that those would be useless. If he could stop the newest models of guns from even landing a bullet on him and practically stop a rocket she was defenseless. "Put those down before someone gets hurt and come along peacefuly. Otherwise I have to use force. I have more important things to do and I will use frce to take you with me." He kept moving closer without fear but in a hurry as well. He didn't have time for this.
 
Shane let out a groan as he looked around not many people had arrived at all and most of who ever was left on the bridge were ether knocked out or dead. He shook his head pissed off and wondering where the hell everyone else was maybe the computers were down, dam he did hate computers at times, give him weapons any day. He navigated threw the ship walking threw the busted ship. He finally got out of one of the access hatches and he pulled out his taser and a knife, it would not do to kill someone on accident while he was checking things out around the ship. He was walking circles around the ship moving slowly farther and father out searching for any life or survivors, he did not know if there were any females hidden around here but he would not be the first to draw bood unless attacked even if he had been raised to attack them on sight but he did not like to attack without provocation. Not to mention the fact that they were not swarmed with females trying to see what was going on with he huge population they had he was amazed not to see a group of them yet.
 
Shumi backed away slowly, her guns still trained on the person before her, now a huntress, not a priestess... not a female... more like her father, one of the males? she tried to step backwards over a log behind her. Who are you... she demanded, not putting down her guns, she didn't have her usually defenses, no claymores, no auto turrets. "and where would you take me?" she demanded still backing away.
 
Altair didn't have time for this he pushed her far away with his telekinesis and ran the other way. If his crew was still alive he would have to move them to another location. If they were dead he would have to grab Lance and go on the run. He cleared the jungle using his telekinesis to even uproot trees to keep a straight path. He was frantic until the trees broke and he could see the debris of the ship he ran straight for where the cockpit wassuppose to be. It was probably the safest part of the ship the event of a crash. Bodies were everywhere he couldn't tell who was alive and who was dead. That was until he spotted Michael impaled on a piece of metal. He checked for a pulse and found one but it was faint.

Altair ran inside the ship looking for the emergency landing first aid. It wasa large box that contained everything he would need to help Michael recover. Grabbing the box he was back outside he opened it up and pulled out a blanket. It was time for the hard part he had to pull Michael off the metal. Steeling himself he grabbed the Ace and pulled him off slowly and cautiously. There was a lot of blood and when he got the pilot off he moved quickly using his mind to help him work faster. Bandages floated and began to cover up the wound while the antibacterial equipment floated and cleaned out the wound. Altair had done his part now it was up to Michael to fight back into the world of the living. The captain could feel the remnants of magic still in his body and he took a chance. Placing his hands on the pilot he tried to move the magic from his body into Michael's with his mind. It was draining work making Altair's vision blur and causing him to grow weak and fall over. There was nothing else he could do he barely had the strength to move.
 
Michael was still uncounscious, laying down on the floor of the ship with a piece of metal through his hsoulder. He could smell the fire, it was getting bigger, even if he wasnt counscious he was sure that the ship will explode, or may explode. And then his eyes opened widely when he felt someone pulling him from the metal piece. He was screaming loudly the pain was very big, his entire body was shaking and sweat was dropping from hsi forehead... Michael's vision was blure, but he could see the captain helping him get better. And then he felt something weird... it felt like he was getting healed, but from what?... Magic? He wasnt sure, but the captain was helping him some how and he was feeling better now... the wound was still bleeding, but the bandages were trying to stop the bleeding. Michael had no power inside in him and he saw tha captain laying on the ground next to him... Michael had to get them out of here... the captain save him, now it was Michael's part to do the same. "Aghhh" Michael growed as he tried to stay up. He was up now, but his knees were weak and his entire body was shaking. He looked around seeing how many peoples were death, but he had no time for this, he needed to take the captain out of here, but how.

Michael stumbled back on the ground staying on his fours "Cap" He said to him quietly. Michael grabbed Altari's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. He stood up beraly holding himself up. Michael was making sounds of pain, with the wound hurting more cuz of his movments. But Michael had to get out of here. He started walking out of the ship with holding the captain... When they were out he walked a few feets away from the ship and then he stumbled back on the ground, not being able to move any longer.
 
Shane saw what he thought was the cap flying like a bat out of hell from one direction, there must be someone after him. He put the taser away and pulled out his assault pistol and kept scanning the area where he had come from. He saw the cap flying threw and landing in the cockpit area of the ship, he tried the radio "Cap was that you!?! Are you being chased??? Its Shane I am in the proccess if securing the exterior of the ship. Should I be expecting company because I left all the big guns I got from the armory in the cockpit area in my bag." He said into the mike his blade back in its sheath and his eyes scanning the area where he had come from. He would try yelling if the radio did not work.
 
Shumi gasped a she was thrown back by an unscene force. stunned, she tried to sit up and reorient her aim to sound of retreating footsteps. he was gone. Shumi let her narrow shoulders fall breathed hard sitting her knees. 'what was that?!' it took her a few moments to snap out of her daze. whomever that was, he was male, meaning that not everyone on the ship had died. and she had foolishly showed herself. shit! she had to get back to grab her things and get back to the Beagle. something was happening and she didn't want to get caught in the middle of it. she had to get back the Beagle and make preparations. Pronto!
 
Altair was lying on the ground his body had shut down momentarily. He pushed his limits in attempting something so foreign and weird. But it made sense it was just a passing of energy and it was possible to do. His mind just vibrated the atoms in his body to pass such an enormus charge of energy into another body. However it was a practice that his mind wasn't used to and Altair came close to making his heart burst. Even now he could feel the numbness in his fingers and the sharp pain with every breath. It was all worth it though because he was able to bring Michael back from the brink of death. He couldn't see anything but blurs but from what he could tell one blur was reaching for him.

When he heard the voice he was sure that the blur that was reaching out to him was Michael. His body relaxed and when they were both up he forced his legs to move. Michael was supporting him and he in turn had to support his pilot. They were able to make it a few feet before they were both collapsed on the ground. "Why don't we just wait here until we regain our strength. If we try to move now we could get damaged beyond repair." There was a sort of static crackling in his ear. At first he was just annoyed and clenched his teeth but the words were audible even if barely. It was Shane on the radio that was connected to his sit. He thought all the non-biological systems were down but it seemed like the radio was still intact.

With his vision slowly returning and the sharp pain starting to become a dull throb he replied. Raising a hand to helmet he pushed the side and spoke. "Shane I can hear you. I'm pretty sure I covered my trail we should be good for a few hours. Secure as many weapons as you can I'll be mobile in a few minutes. By then Michael and I should be able to start getting whatever food and valuable tech that can be salvage. I'll try to get Lance on radio to get whatever medical equipment we have left." Altair let go of the helmet and went limp with a deep sigh.
 
Delaena stared in the small, tarnished mirror for some moments before taking a deep breath. Her curiosity was becoming very nearly insatiable. The priestess was so... fascinated. And, if one man had come to her wounded, surely there were more. He'd said their vessel had crashed. Her skills would be welcomed, she was sure. Pulling a dark grey robe from where it hung off the back of her door, she draped herself and headed out of the temple. She patted Sarah's panther between the ears. "Stay here," she said to it gently, closing the doors of her temple behind her.

She paused as soon as she exited. How far had they been? Not too far, she hoped. She knelt and pressed a hand to the ground. It vibrated under her touch, and after a moment she had her direction. She didn't know the distance, but she knew the direction. Checking that her knife was at her hip, the woman set off through the trees.

Ever so often she would stop and listen again, to the ground, the trees. She also made sure to add leaves of this and that that she needed anyways for her workings, tucking them into a pocket sewn inside her cloak. Her steps were light. Priestesses had little to fear- the huntresses usually had to run or fight back against the beasts they encounter, and warriors usually had the same. Most of the creatures of Eve knew that the priestesses, however, only hunted them for sacrifice or necessity. Men, though... she knew little of them. She didn't know if they would jump her as soon as they heard her, so she was careful to avoid stepping where she may alert them to her presence.
 
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