Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-03 09:33 pm
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[OOM] Taris, the Labyrinth, surface.
It's night when they emerge from the lift, with clear skies littered with stars, the majority of which are blocked out.
Up above them, casting a shadow over them, is the vast, distinctive shape of the Wyrm, engines trailingthrough its mass of tentacles, lights gleaming, sharp, spiney legs moving back and forth through the air.
Atton peers at the shape, thoughtfully.
"Well. Kriff."
Up above them, casting a shadow over them, is the vast, distinctive shape of the Wyrm, engines trailingthrough its mass of tentacles, lights gleaming, sharp, spiney legs moving back and forth through the air.
Atton peers at the shape, thoughtfully.
"Well. Kriff."
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Will turns and grins at the closest soldier before first firing off a few shots and then drawing his sword.
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As Koren gets close, Atton rushes forward, grabbing him and leaping upwards to land on a nearby building - just a small one, but high enough up that they're a reasonable distance from Will, Guppy and the soldiers.
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He feels almost detached from his own body, but only in the sense of someone who is drowning. Around him is a pile of groaning, dying or dead people, defeated only by a man's determination to survive for his brothers, wife and baby.
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He whimpers as he accidentally chops its head off, sending a splurt of blue blood stuff out. Then he scrambles to his feet to get to the next one.
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Koren snarls, slightly, rubbing his arm. There are tubes there, and beneath the tubing, muscle and no skin.
"You're like the footsoldiers," Atton says, slowly. "Just smarter, aren't you? I thought that as their leader, you'd be different. But you're exactly the same as them."
Masters, and apprentices.
Atton's eyebrows go up, as he abruptly realises something.
"You're not their leader, are you? You're the apprentice, not the master."
Koren just snarls again, charging up bolts of lightning around his remaining hand. A moment later, Atton's sword slides through his stomach, then quickly back out again with a splatter of blue over Atton. Atton swings one arm, knocking him off and down to the street.
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"Atton, ye well?"
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Atton has just sheathed his sword when Koren moves, suddenly, from his spot sprawled out in the street, blurring towards Atton to set his remaining hand to his back.
There's a flash of purplish light, and the colour drains from Atton's face.
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He punches Koren hard in the face.
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"Atton!?"
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Nearby, a ship lands in the street, the ramp lowering slowly. Koren turns, sweeping into it and vanishing from view as the ramp is raised up again and the ship lifts off, soaring away.
"'M fine," Atton mumbles, regaining his footing. "'M fine."
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"Atton, dinna go anywhere on us."
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