Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-05 09:20 pm
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[OOM] Above Onderon - The Wyrm.
The trip to the Wyrm is fairly uneventful. They slide into its vast, almost empty landing bay and land silently, lights flicking off one by one.
Atton peers out of the cockpit speculatively, adjusting his gauntlet. The walls are metal, that much is clear, but wound through with something dark, organic and porous, that pulsates with the heartbeat coming from deeper within the ship.
"Nice."
Atton peers out of the cockpit speculatively, adjusting his gauntlet. The walls are metal, that much is clear, but wound through with something dark, organic and porous, that pulsates with the heartbeat coming from deeper within the ship.
"Nice."
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Koren's sword is still in his hand when he stops, having apparently been wrenched away when he started moving. He grins, dropping it.
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A moment or two later, all five blades crash down on him, and he falls to the floor in pieces, lights on his armour fading.
Atton breathes out, slowly, heading over.
"Good work."
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Will stands up and then falters as his ankle hurts so much from where he was cut.
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"Will, do the same." he says, trying not to look at Koren, and trying not to vomit.
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His hand on his cut ankle though he tries to look better than he is.
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His pulse is very fast and weak, getting close to two hundred beats per minute. A small stream of pulsating blood can be seen oozing out of his foot.
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Around them, the lights all across the ship go dark.
A voice crackles over his earpiece.
"The Sith soldiers have gone inert. The war crabs are still active, but we can deal with those."
"Okay. We'll finish up here and take our leave, let you lot sort the rest out."
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"I feel sick." he says, reaching up to his neck to feel his own carotid pulse.
He can feel the bottoms of his trousers are soaked in his own blood. Remembering where he is, he realises that he's going to have to get up and probably run in a minute. He controls his breathing, slow deep breaths, trying to focus on the room.
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Atton considers, for a moment, then decides to just pick Guppy up and head for the lift.
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"Aye."
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He hopes they can get back to the ship without having to fight anything else. He's not at all sure that he could right now.
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"We should have plenty of time to get to the Dragonfly before this ship falls apart and burns up in the atmosphere," Atton says. The lift, it seems, luckily still works, so once they're inside it starts heading down towards the landing bay.
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Atton heads for the Dragonfly, lowering the ramp and heading up into it. Guppy is deposited in a comfy spot.
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He takes some sips of water, then gets the fluid resuscitation kit out of his bag and starts trying to put an intravenous line in his arm. He succeeds on the fourth moderately painful attempt, attaches a bag of colourless fluid and sets it going at a reasonable rate.
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A few minutes later, they're soaring away, as the Wyrm sparks and explodes behind them.