Space E-war

[The Kingpin]

Serephir caught the incoming soldier with one arm, twisting a full 360 degrees and putting him down as he fired a charged pistol round, the fizzling silver round hitting the brute Xenomorph in the face and detonating with a startling boom, casting light on the dark area, a large scorched crater in the creature's face from the round as Serephir stood, everything seeming to slow as he unleashed a kinetic shockwave, bypassing his own troops and blowing back the Xenomorphs as he put his weapons back in their places, drawing the ominous black and red sword from the scabbard on his back, a red aura forming around the blade as Serephir channeled energy into it...

[dinoman666]

The massive Xenomorph collapsed, acidic blood spraying into the air as it did so. Lissarkh, thanks to the shockwave, managed to fight her way to Serephir's side as the Xenos seemed to pull back a bit, hissing furiously, but lashing out at any solider that tried to fire on them. Casting a quick glance at the glowing blade, Lissarkh looked back up at Serephir. "We need to kill that... leader-bug. I think it might be controlling the rest telepathically. Chances are, if we kill it, the Xenos will be temporarily confused, and they'll keep the Covenant soldiers distracted while we make a break for it."

[TyrannoTitan]

With a shove from his companion, the drunken man was urged onward into the craft, clearly using all his remaining coordination not to fall down the ramp...

"I apologize for my...acquaintance. He does have a sort of drinking problem." the small creature said in the ascatian native language, the growls and snarls sounding high pitched, smirking at his own wide knowledge of alien languages...

[C S]

Kystion gave the small alien a small look, unseen behind his helmet. With a nod, he let out a series of growls, snarls and gruff snorts "Ive noticed... I never took you as one that knew Triallic" He replied in his native language, Triallic being the dominant speaking style back on his homeworld...

[TyrannoTitan]

"I know a great many languages, even those rarely used in the general populace. Most I know because of necessity, dealing business with a great many creatures. Some, lesser known languages...its sort of a hobby." the small being replied, still using the ascatian language, smiling, as the drunken man reappeared at the top of the ramp. "Will...will you too stop growling and get in here? I need to find...a bucket." he groaned, making a heaving movement, as if about to throw up...

[C S]

"Hey!" Kystion snarled loud enough for the hooded man to hear, catching himself still speaking Triallic. "Watch the damn panelling!" He yelled in the Universal language before turning to the small alien. "Well this just makes things easier between us" He replied, starting up the ramp...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Good to know. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience..." the small being replied, following after the ascatian, the drunken man falling into a sitting position on the floor inside, dazed, barely managing to keep his urge to vomit down...

[C S]

"As long as he can-" Kystion growled, before shaking his head. He grabbed the hooded stranger by the back of his cloak, and using strength that came with his 7 foot tall stature, pulled the stranger to his feet and held him up over the edge of the ramp, incase he did throw up. "Can you hold him like this while I get a storage cube?" Kystion said to his smaller friend, shaking his head

[TyrannoTitan]

After a moment's thought, the small being nodded, offering as much support to his drunken friend as he could, who simply leaned out, staring blankly at the ground, still trying to fight the urge to throw up...

[C S]

Kystion released the telekinetic being before heading into the ship. It wasnt much of a walk until he stopped, facing the dark red metal wall. he put his hand on it, near invisable seams in the wall giving off a green glow. There was a clank, then a melody of clicks as the wall shifted apart, revealing a large closet space. Inside there was many things, but the Ascatian pulled out a small cube. He tapped a side of the white shape. An orb on the top facing side glowed. Kystion put the cube on the ground as a medium sized, retangular bucket was slowly assembled on a molecular scale, the process being incredibly fast, taking a few seconds. Once assmbled, the cube stopped glowing. Kystion picked up the cube and bucket and then headed back to the ramp, putting the bucket down at the stranger's feet...

[TyrannoTitan]

"I'm...I'm fine!" the drunken man said, starting to regain some of his sense. Pushing himself back into the ship, he remained on the ground, bucket at his side, as he seemed ready to fall asleep...

[C S]

"Coulda fooled me" Kystion growled. "Want me to give you something? I should have something to help with...drunkeness... in my medicine cabinet" He added, looking down at the stranger

[dinoman666]

The Xenomorph horde surged forward again, attacking with renewed viciousness, and the Praetorian leader was nowhere to be seen...

Two Elite-spawned Xenos charged Serephir and Lissarkh, but they slowed to a stop before they reached their targets. A confused Lissarkh was about to step forward when the Praetorian's massive tail swung down from above, slamming into Lissarkh's chest and slamming her into the wall, temporarily stunning her. The Praetorian dropped from the tunnel ceiling and hissed at Serephir, apparently recognizing him as the enemy leadership...

[The Kingpin]

Serephir twisted the blade in hand, a low ominous hum coming from it, higher pitch than a light saber, a eerie hum of metal against wind seeming to echo unnaturally as the black and red blade was twisted into a defensive pose, Serephir eying the Praetorian, as the two xenos behind it suddenly imploded, liquid, solid and gas all being compressed into small orbs, before collapsing with a small splat on the ground, tiny lumps all that remained of the two formidable beasts. meanwhile, the rest of the soldiers opened fire on the Xenomorphs too close to the group, as the T-20 disappeared from sight...

[dinoman666]

The Praetorian screeched, and its tail whipped out, trying to impale Serephir's chest...

[TyrannoTitan]

"If...you think...it'll help.." the man said slowly, resting his head on his hands, once again concentrating on not throwing up...

[The Kingpin]

Serephir twisted sideways, swinging the sword around and down onto the tail, slashing the end of it off completely, as a psychic blast blew the creature back several feet, Serephir straightening, sword being held to his side at an angle, ready to intercept incoming attacks...

[dinoman666]

The Praetorian screeched in pain, and Serephir seemed to hear it in his mind, momentarily stunning him. The Praetorian lashed out its tail, flinging a spray of acidic blood from the tip at Serephir...

[C S]

The Ascatian walked back into his craft, going a bit further than last time before placing his hand on the wall to his left, the same green glowing lines appearing. The metal pulled apart, splitting into small hinged segments that folded in upon them selves, revealing a bathroom. The floor was a smooth silver in color, along with the walls. A line of lights along the walls lit up, illuminating the room. The lights themselves were dim, the floors and walls reflecting them about the room lit it up just right. In the far end of the room, there was a cylindrical stall with blue glass that seemed sort of frosted, a shower unit. Next to it was another stall, though it was just a silver box with a door, obviously where the toilet was. On the right wall, under the light was a long metalic counter with a sink. Kystion walked over to the counter and pressed on the wall, a small glowing square appearing. The panel here simply split apart and swung out, revealing some boxes and bottles filled with colorful concoctions. Then there was the tool to administer it, a metalic gray device with a broad end, a hole in the top for the medicene to be placed. Then, at the very tip, there was a short needle like petrusion. He took the medi-gun and a bottle with a purple potion, flipping the bottle over and sticking it into place, a click sounding off a tight seal. He then pressed the side of the opening, the panels flipping back into place. With that, Kystion headed back out to the drunken man...

[Doc 42]

Lazily, a Raka-anra scout pod dropped out of FTL speeds, into high orbit over an old blue giant. The pod navigated using gravity, and travelled through the manipulation of it, hence it's accuracy over such staggering distances. There were just 4 Planets orbiting the star, the pod aiming for the centre most one, the one most likely to accommodate life...