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Altair looked over the weapons specialist and was quite proud that he had such a man on his ship. "With that attitude and determination you'll go far Shane. I'll have keep an eye on you. I'm looking forward to seeing your true talents. Your appearence hasn't offended anybody here no need to apologize. Your free to stick around."

Altair turned away when he as interrupted by an engineer that walked in reporting on how the ship was doing. It was in top notch on the inside though there was a minor problem outside that they said he didn't have to worry about yet. He heard a voice speak up just as he was sending the engineer away. It was Donovan a name he just barely remembered he was quiet all this time and Altair kind of glanced passed him this entire time now he had his focus. His questions however were hard to answer. "As you know we've been on standby since we arrived and Adam has been planning a full scale invasion but for some reason their holding back. For another reason they've put us in the back of the invasion and we won't be getting much action. I've been trying to advocate for us to lead the charge but it hasn't gone through yet and I'm not sure if it will. But I do know-" The lights went out and Altair's pulse picked up instantly. His mind was racing and was starting to charge up. It couldn't have possibly been an attack right? The sound of rocks beating against the ship eliminated that possibility.

"Everybody stay calm." He rushed to his chair and brought up the holo screen of the ships status. Something was wrong.

"What was that?"
 
Michael quickly walked back to the pilot's place and sat on his chair and turned on the emergancy lights. The lights were shining in red color and it looked creppy in this kind of situation, but there was no other way, he needed to see what was going on. Michael turned off the autopilot and he started piloting the ship, by himself, but he couldnt see what was going on, he could only hear the rocks that were hiting the metal.

Michael had no idea what was going on he surely didnt want to stay here, but then he heard a loud sound that hit the metal ship and then... "Did you see that" He shouted at the Captain and felt that the controls were getting blocked for no reason, the ship couldnt handle this which was very bad in this kind of situation.
 
Altair knew things were about to get dangerous and Mikey was still away. He was about to start shouting orders when Mike came in and took over. He was relieved to see the Ace but pissed he wasn't here earlier. The emergency lights came on and he knew that this was a life and death situation.

There was a loud bang like the ship took a hit from a large rock. Now normally he wouldn't have made a big deal out of it but then the beeping came. The holo screen pulled up the blue prints of the ships. There was part of the ship highlighted in red and he looked closer. He looked up briefly to see a big chunk of metal floating in space right past the front window of the cockpit.

"Was that the primary buffer panel?"
 
Shane gave a nod to the captain and a thanks before everything started to go to hell, he did not know what was going on but he knew he could not do all that much here since he did not do much flying. "Captin! Ill leave this to you! I am going to get prepared as quickly as I can if the worst happens!" He yelled to the after the ship started to shake, he started to stumble to the door of the exit then he hurried out he needed to his room as quickly as possible and get all the equipment he could that he had there and as much from the armory as he could. He stumble into the hallway walls as the ship shook until he got to his room, and he got all his normal equipment and clothing on before he started out to rush to the armory for what extra weaponry he could get. He would get as much as he could to be prepared for anything and everything that he could be prepared for.
 
Michael was getting worried. He was trying to find out what was going on. He heard a loud noise, like a big rock hiting the ship, which made the ship shake and Mickey fell of his seat "Fuck" He said to himself, but quickly stood up and sat back. He looked outside the window and saw the primary buffer panel floting in space while the ship was moving.

Now thats great. Mickey started pressing some buttons knowing that he had to get the ship out of here before it compleatly explodes, but there was no way to do that. He looked over his shoulder at the captain and then back outside the front cockpit window. "It did seem to resemble..."
 
Altair watched the big hunk of metal float away and he raised his voice. He got up an there was another shake that made him stumble some. He cut off Michael and asked his question again much louder. "Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my ship for no apparent reason?" This was suppose to be one of the most durable ships in the entire army. How was his ship just falling apart like this?
 
Michael's words ere udly cut off by the Captain asking him the same question again. But before Mickey could answer him, he heard another rock hiting the ship and making it shake again. Michael hold tightly so he won't fell... fuck he was maybe one of the best pilots and he couldnt pilot the ship out of this mess "Looks like" He said with his hands holding the wheel tight trying to do something here and not just stand like an idiot.
 
Altair was settling again and he checked the logs for any internal problems from before. "I thought kevin just checked the entry couplings." He looked harder and couldn't find anything that had been put into the system before the report. "I have a very clear memory of it." Altair checked the systems camera monitors to check on the crew. There weren't any deaths so far but the injuries were beginning to pick up.
 
Mickey listened to what the captain was saying. He wasnt sure if Kevin did that, he didnt saw it or heard about it, the captain was the one that gave orders here. "Yeah Well if he doesnt give us some extra flow from the engine room to offset the burn-through this landing is goanna pretty interesting" He said loudly to the cap... The ship was getting closer and closer to Eve, he knew that the ship will crash, he just have to think how not to kill everyone in the ship when it lands.
 
Altair slammed his fist on his chair and clenched his teeth. He was barely about to growl out his words. "Define interesting." What was the point of him giving orders if no one was going to act on them. He called the shots to make sure this happened. Altair was captain not just to lead attacks and lead his men to death. He was there to save everyone from just dying.
 
Michael was really getting worried. He was still hearing the sounds of rocks hiting the hsip and shaking it, they were falling down to the ground faster and faster and soon they are going to crash... There was nothing thatr he can do. Mickey looked over his shoulder at the cap seeing how mad he was. Mickey swallowed and answered the cap "Oh Gog oh God we are all gonna die?"
 
Altair picked up the intercom and spoke into it as calmly as he could. "Attention this is your captain speaking. We have a little problem with our entry sequence so we may experience some slight turbulence and then... explode." There was nothing he could do at this point so he just sighed and tried to throw out another idea. "Can you shave the vector?"
 
Michael heard the captain talking through the intercom, but he payed his attention to bringing the ship down to the ground without anyone dying, there was still a little time to figure what he may do. But Eve was looking more and more closer with each minute that past. "Im doing it... Its not enough" He said to the captain, he was really trying everything to bring the ship up, but nothing was working.
 
Altair saw there was only one thing left to do. The crew was trained to be ready for crash landings. The best thing now was to strap himself in and just pray that the worst didn't happen to them. "Well just get us on the ground." Altair didn't know if this was the end for him or not. But if this was just the beginning he vowed to help all of the men survive on Eve. Even if he had to tear apart the entire planet to do it. He wasn't going to fall prey to the women of Eve so easily and without a fight.
 
Shane was grunting as he was slammed around in the armory, as he grabbed a bag and started to throw as much weapons and ammo he could into the bag. Every so often getting thrown into the wall, when he was just about finished with getting everything together then he started to hear the announcements and then he cursed he needed to be up where the captain and the flight crew was so he could strap down and be able to get orders no matter what. He ran out of the armory and got back to where the captain and all the commanders were fairly quickly. "Are we going to explode? I don't Want to explode." he said as he came into the room and looked at the captain with his massive bag of weapons and supplies. Before he when to the nearest chair and strapped down as best as he could with how the ship was shaking all over the place.
 
"That part will happen pretty definitely" He asnwered the cap and then he saw Shane coming inside as well, he watched as everybody buckled up to their chairs. Well safety first. Michael turned his attention back looking out of the window. He strapped down on his seat and holded the wheel tight trying to get the ship going up as possible so that the landing could be better. Soon they entered Eve's atmosphere and he could see from afar how beautiful the land was in here. But maybe this culd be his last moment, he may die here. And just when he thought of that, the wheel blocked and they were heading down to the ground, if the ship hits the ground like this they will surely explode and no one will survive "Damn it... Evryone hold on something" He shouted and unstrapped himself and stood up from the chair right in front of the wheel holding it tight and pulling it uptrying to bring the ship up "Ughh" his muscules were going to explode, he was pulling the wheel so hard that bruises and wounds appeared on his hands. But at least he managed to do it, the wheel was back to normal and just on time.

Michael looked up as he saw that the ship was going to hit in a gigantic rock that was in front of them. The ship touched the ground with the metal breaking as the ship started sliding, horrible noises could be heard and the ship was starting to get on fire... But the worst part for Michael was that he was strapped to his seat, he was still staying on his feet "Fuck" He said before the ship hit the gigantic rock and Michael was knocked back, by the hit. There was a pice of sharp metal on the ground and Michael landed on top of it, with the metal piece piercing through his flesh and coming out of the other side of his shoulder "Aghhh" Michael cryed out loudly feeling enormous pain, his eyes were closed, but he could still feel how much blood he was loosing. mMichael opened his eyes to see if eberyone was okey, but then he quickly passed out, on the ground with the pice of metal in his shoulder and loosing a big amount of his blood.
 
Delaena's eyes closed. She returned the kiss and let the material open further, one hand sliding up Sarah's back to pull her closer.

Suddenly, she gasped and pulled away. "Something's wrong," she said sharply, turning and pressing her hands to the trunk of the maple. "What is it? Why is the air on fire? No, no, trees are too slow!" Usually calm and quiet, the priestess was now in a panic. The buzzing of the air had grown to a vibration that terrified her. Nothing had ever sent it into such a frenzy, not since she'd learned to listen right. Of course, not all Womenkind could read the air, or feel what she was feeling now. It was a certain type of training. Not uncommon, though. "I need to ask the waters," she said aloud, darting through the trees and down a slope. She slid a little and knelt at the riverbed. Even the bubbling river was making a clear, concise thought. That was almost unheard of. "War Mistress," she said, still staring into the water, a crease beginning to form between her eyebrows. "Something is here. Something, or someone, is on Eve that wasn't here before." She stood and shook the water off her hands, pulling her robe back and lacing up the front. "They aren't far."
 
The landing was rough as soon as they entered the atmosphere and Altair knew he would lose a lot of men. But he had worse problems to worry about his buckle snapped as soon s they made contact. He was sent flying down next to Michael and he tried to get to his feet he was up just as the metal pierced him. He yelled out for his pilot but it was too late for Altair. Their landing was fast and once the windows broke it caused a suction of air. With a seat belt on he was doomed. The wind sucked him right out of the ship and flung him away. He was airborne and watched as his ship went up into flames and grew further and further apart. In the air Altair managed to see a river not too far off. His safest bet was to land in the water.

Even in his panicked state he was able to tap into his mind and call on his power. He created a big clog of energy and let it build up. He was losing altitude and just in time released the build up. The result was him being flung again but this time in mid air. He was crashing into the river and like a rock he skidded down the lake by where the two women were. He shot right past them crashing into a tree and shattering it. The only thing that was barely keeping him alive and halted most of his injuries was his well designed spacesuit. He was conscious just long enough to see females for the first time just a few feet away from him. He was at the mercy of the Priestess and the War Mistress.
 
Delaena's jaw dropped. The rivers had never brought her something like that. She stared at the arrival, and froze.

A man. This was a man...

She bristled and narrowed her eyes, waiting to fight. Her hands clenched into fists and she took on a defensive stance, waiting for the man to rise. When he didn't, she frowned and lowered her hands. The priestess took a step forward, trying to get a better look. He'd obliterated that tree, but somehow she had an idea that that wasn't of his own physical strength.

"He's hurt," she said, immediately dropping her fighting stance and rushing to the man's side. A foolish move, perhaps, but she couldn't just let him lie there. She examined him without touching him first. "I can't see enough, I have to get him to the temple." Despite her softer appearance from most of her kind, she was about as strong as any of them, and lifted the man with ease. she looked at the War Mistress. "This one is under my protection, at least until he's healthy." She turned her back on the other woman and headed back up the slope to her temple, laying the man on the firmer ground, on his back. She touched his face gently, tilting his head this way and that, then worked her hands down his body, pressing gently with her palms to feel for internal bleeding or broken bones. Alarmingly enough, he seemed mostly unharmed.

Delaena knelt beside the man and rested her hands on his chest, closing her eyes. She summoned her healing magicks, letting them pass through her hands and into his body to repair the damage done.
 
Altair was knocked out cold but another part of his mind was aware of what was going on around him. It was in a sort of emergency mode. It picked up things and reported back. He heard voices and they were odd sounding the only thing he could match it to was their feminine robots on Adam. But these sounded more pure they sounded right. His mind pulled another trick out and used the vibration of the earth to give him a vague picture of what was going on around him. Two figures one was over him and she easily picked him up and carried him away. Instantly his first thought was that they were going to kill him or torture him for information. He was brought into what was some type of place of worship and laid him on something firm. He tried to break through the loose coma but was failing.

It wasn't until a warm feeling entered his body that he was able to break through. His eyes snapped open and he shot up with a loud gasp. He spotted the woman and freaked out scuttling away trying to grasp the situation. He was panicking but his body wasn't ready to move yet and screamed out in agony at his sudden movements. He winced curled up against a wall breathing heavily.
 
Shane was looking around as his eyes came into focused and he saw that most of the people were starting to wake up from where they were laying, he was amazed that the strap from his bag was all tangled all around his legs. He started to work on the straps to get himself free from everything before he finally got up and went to the nearest pannle and hit the intercom button. "This is shane, we need medics and any other weapon personnel to the bridge now! The captain flew out of the ship from the impact and we need to find him! So we need all speed!" He said before cutting himself off then he checked to make sure that he still had his, knife, stun guns, and pistils. The heavier stuff was in the bag that was sitting next to his chair, He started to go around to check and see who was alive and wsho was not and helped those he could while he waited for the medics and doctors.
 
Delaena yelped and hopped backwards, standing straight up again. She stared down at the man and frowned. "You have to sit still," she said sternly. "Your body is going through repairs right now." She walked up to him again. In his place now, his odds of running away again were slim. She knelt again and looked at him carefully, calmly, not touching him. "I'm trying to help you, and honestly, I might be the only one on this planet who will." She looked over her shoulder, hoping the War Mistress hadn't followed. If she'd been almost any other woman, the man would probably already be dead or chained up. Damn her weakness... This was just a sign of frailty, one that nearly shamed her.

"Let me heal you," she said, reaching her hands forward again, slowly. "It's what I do." she made calming sounds, the ones the nursery women would coo to the girls when they'd skinned their knees. "I need to be able to touch you to let this work." It wasn't really a Womankind thing to ask permission before touching someone else, and the thought didn't really occur to her. She simply reached forward and took the man's hand firmly in both of hers. "Now sit still." She closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, waiting for the magick to pass from her to him again.
 
Altair was freaked out and in awe by her words. It was unusual it was something new and he wasn't used to it. She had this sort of look for it that he couldn't describe in his own words. So he searched back into the stories that his father told him but he still couldn't place the proper word yet. HE could understand her though and he figured the best way to increase his odds of escaping was to let her help. He started to calm down when her calm words washed over him over and over taking away the hostility he was feeling. He would have claimed it as some sort of magic or sorcery but it didn't feel weird. It was almost natural and he knew if he wanted to he could ignore her words. He was giving in voluntarily and his body lost all of its tension and he relaxed.

She needed to be able to touch him o heal him and he nodded even after she decided to touch him anyways. Her healing magic washed over him and he felt the warmth pulsating again and he relaxed. Then the words from the stories came to him instantly and his eyes grew wide. Beauty just like the stories said the soft flesh and the way her body curved in ways foreign to the male body. His other loose hand reached out hesitantly and cup the side of her face softly. "Beautiful." Finally realizing what he was doing he pulled his hand away quickly. Did he just say that? He always knew he wasn't drawn to the men of Adam. They just didn't do it for him and he always felt weird about it like he didn't belong. Only the feminine robots held the shape he found interesting but they were just that... robots. First chance he got he was going to bolt out of there.
 
Delaena's eyes opened with a start when she felt his hand on her face. She didn't try to stop him when he pulled away, and stared at him in shock. Beauty? She was... wait, what? She averted her eyes and looked down, rising again. "I've done what I can, but you still need to rest. I can give you a bed or you can stay on the ground, which won't do your muscles any good." She smoothed down the skirt of her robe and fiddled with the ties that held it closed, moving back behind the altar. She felt... safer there, as if her gods would protect her from Mankind. Why were they here? "How did you get here?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Was this an invasion? Did she run to the other women and tell them to arm themselves? She would have more than she could handle, healing on her own. She hadn't heard from any other healers in a long while, and as it stood seemed to be the only one in contact right now. They were probably around, she was sure...

"Why are you on Eve?" her eyes narrowed a little, and she took a subtle defensive stance again, eyes darting to the door, waiting for a charge of Men to attack her temple.
 
Altair got up when she hid behind the altar and he rolled his shoulders. He was probably pushing his luck but he needed to get back to the men. "We crashed-" He got quiet not wanting to tell the enemy what happened to the ship and his crew. He wanted to trust her like she trusted him enough to heal him but that information was too valuable. "Thank you for everything but I've got to go. I think the proper term to call you is miss? Thank you so much miss I promise that I'll keep the men away from your sacred temple." It was the least he could do for her saving him. With his mind he opened up the temple doors and turned back to the priestess. "Before I leave I don't want to be so rude and not tell you my name. I'm Captain Altair and I would say I hope to see you again but our worlds aren't exactly on good terms."
 
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