After the Void's Bitch

You know the drill.

A word pops into mind. A word Vlad often used. "Clusterfrak." The simplest of situations could veer out of control due to the actions of those above, or around, good men. Even due to the acts of those good men. "Clusterfrak." It was such a simple word, yet in Vlad's, and by extension Aksai's, world it encompassed a myriad of complex situations. It was a good word. "I don't know." Aksai muttered under his breath, one hand firmly on the manacles binding Silas, one tugging heavily on the chain he had wrapped around himself. It hurt, but it was simple, easy. Something to concentrate on, something that wasn't all.. This. The fight itself had been swift; The misty monster tore up the captain of the ship without Aksai even laying a finger on her. The expediency with which the beast had slew the woman had made the warrior even more wary of the creature. But on the grand scale of things, it was the least of Aksai's worries. What happened after the fight.. "Clusterfrak." he mumbled as he pushed Silas next to a wall on the bridge, securing the sniper's manacles onto a pipe "Clusterfrak." he mumbled again. He could vaguely hear someone say something, someone yell at him. He couldn't make out the words. He was feeling numb, even more numb than before. When did it all go wrong? A fiery bile started rising up his throat, and he staggered, slowly walking towards the tram. He didn't know why. Then he saw the children. Something old, something he had thought he had left behind tore at his mind at the sight of the small bodies. The pain came back. It was easy to focus on the pain, to disregard the clusterfrak he had been placed in, to just follow the rage. With a bestial howl of rage and pain, all signs of a coherent warcry gone, he charged out. "To hunt and to die. To die and to hunt again." -Annazirian saying

Was I right? giving the order to Fell to kill that old man? ... Yes of course I was right! he was going to kill me and Kiva, and he would of killed the kids if they where still... right? Then why does it feel off. Angel looked across the room as she sat, Fell curled up next to her with blood still fresh in his snow white coat; Everything was silent, the only ambient sound was the ship's hum, Excommunicate Traitoris, High Gothic Imp garbage referring to those that have betrayed the Imperium through heresy, mutation or any other act the Imperium deems unforgivable. which was pretty much everything. Did I just condemn these men? Silas is a Black Runner- he was gonna die in the Imps hands anyway but the rest? did I just sign their death warrants? Is that why I feel like... No... ... HE is still alive, that bastard that killed those kids... I don't care if the Walking Nightmare takes us, HE must die! With the thought in her head Fell raises his head to stare at Angel as she looks to him Can you find him? The Wolf nods Kill Immediately the Wolf springs to life, it howls as it races off down the corridor which the barbarian also ran down. Angel stood up patting her thighs to clean the dust and grime off before stopping to think, eventually she walked to where Silas was chained and sitting, she sat by his side and took a few moments to speak. "I'm sorry"

Is this really how it's going to end, on a Xenos ship with people, and worse trying to kill me, and Angel at every turn? What's worse is this guy Silas his name is, seems to be a friend of hers and he just murdered one of his own if I understand it all correctly. Why did things have to get so complicated so quickly all we wanted to do was get off this ship alive.. Kiva looked over to where Aksai had manacled Silas to a pipe on the wall, and she just stared at him for a moment watching as Angel walked over sitting down next to him. She wondered what both their fates might be, of course she could find out thinking to herself but this wasn't the time or place to do such a thing. She lit up a Lho taking a deep inhale before exhaling, and feeling it's relaxing effects kick in and with that she walked over to the command throne and sat it in. I helped them and I still want to help them, but whatever I do I won't betray the trust Angel has in me. So what ever plan she has to get out of here I'm with her I just hope she knows that when the times comes. She stared off across the bridge taking another drag of her Lho losing herself deep in thought.

Silas, you are a frakking idiot. First thing anybody should know, you play chicken with an imperial, you loose. That's what I did. I bluffed, I lost, I flipped the table over. Everyone else had left. Silas was chained up in a nook of the bridge with his arms secured to an exposed ventilation pipe behind him. Not the most comfortable position, and definitely not the easiest to get out of. Not that there was anywhere for him to go. The Imps would chase him through hell and gone after what he'd just pulled. I don't care. I look out for me and mine. Anybody wants to call me out on that, they can go right ahead. Now, lets focus on something important shall we? This Ship. I don't recognize the builders, but whoever they were they were geniuses. The code-frame around the command system was something else. and that AI, it had me going round in circles there for a few seconds... Silas was interupted by the voice of an Angel. "I'm Sorry" Short-Stack had slumped down beside him. Her pet was peculiarly absent. "Sorry? For what? What do you have to be sorry for?" said Silas "I killed that man. I got you locked up. They'll kill you now. Not just me and Kiva but you too." Silas shook his head. "That shot went clean through his heart. He was already dead, just to stubborn to get with the program and fall over. As for this-" Silas rattled his chains "It's been a long time coming. I have no regrets about it. I'd shoot that madman again and a half-hundred more without batting an eye if it meant protecting you, or Kiva, or those kids, or any other outcast soul like us." "But still, if I hadn't been here-" "Stop thinking about it. You are here. I'm glad for that. Means there's still someone I trust on this hulk. I'll figure something out. For now, figure out how to keep yourself and Kiva safe until it rolls around." "Until what rolls around?" asked Angel, ears pirking up slightly. "Whatever gets me out of these chains." Angel nodded and rose to leave. "Hey Short-Stack," Angel stopped about 3 paces away from him. "There is one thing I do regret. Remember that run? The one we did to 624? You came onto me in the hold. I was stupid, and I made a mistake that I've been kicking myself over for 3 whole years. If we get out of this, would you give me a chance to correct that mistake?" Angel put her hands on her hips and cocked her head in the way only she really could. She smiled "I'll tell you if you get us out of this. Give you something to work for." And then with a wink and a smirk she turned and was gone around a corner. To hell with IF, I'm busting out of this hulk!

Emptiness. Darkness. The Embrace of Death. Then light, and coldness, flashing orbs from blurred vision. Awakening. Ashzir had awoken in the one called Samantha. The young girl's terrified psyche quickly drowning beneath his own consciousness. A twitch in the left hand, inconvenient and soon to be ignored. The warp dabbler breathed out heavily, sending him into a coughing fit from expecting too much from lungs too small. Death was only a momentary inconvenience to Ashzir - he had learned long ago how to slip across bodies like a normal man would slip into his clothes. He had been taken back by the assault, but he had enacted a small measure of revenge for losing his most recently favored host. Small hands. Dainty hands. Ashzir stared at them with a small measure of disgust. This form was unpleasant for many reasons to him - it's utter weakness insulting him. He scoffed and spit, trying to see into the poorly lit corridor he was in. There was blood smeared everywhere - and it was not one of his rituals to traverse the warp. Those idiots that assaulted him had unleashed the thing trapped in the Yu'Vath infinite engine, the marvelous beast tethered to steer the vessel with pin-point accuracy. Such a treasure had been hard to master, taking him years to fully bend the spirit to do his bidding with the minimal of sacrifices. Now it was out and rampaging across the decks, taking it's unfair due from the crew. He flinched as he ripped a bloody wound into the arm of the host. He could feel the child's pain, screaming without words, but he did not care. He need vitae to begin preparing a containment arcana that would contain the beast, and more still to bend such a thing to his will once more. For now, he would have to sacrifice many of the few hosts he felt still teethered to his will. So many had perished in the last hour. He would have to be careful, and use them wisely...