With DalRan's action, the Astral Specters' attack lost momentum. Their instinctual fear of being discovered reasserted itself and they fled back into the shadows. Liutenant Calypsa was the last security officer standing. The other having used up the last of his strength was unconscious on the floor next to her. Like the others, he seemed alive if only barely. Calypsa was panting, her clothes torn and her body battered. Taking a momment to collect her senses, she turned to DalRan. Upon reaching him, she gave him a hard slap across the face. "I remember you. You were with that other volunteer in the brig after lady Kurin's attack. Why didn't you follow my orders to inform the Captain? Explain what you thought you were doing? You could have been killed! It's my duty to keep you safe." She appeared angry, but really she was relieved no one had be lost. Else where, Blue Demon stood guard over Zamehir. He noticed the child's shirt had been ripped by someone. He looked to Nito, he was once again trying to interfere with his script. Just as the rebelious Gold Trouper was, but less directly. He allowed this to add to the plot and heighten the drama. If they were to succeed, overconfidence could not be tolerated. A little chaos kept everyone on their toes. However, Gold's behavior was becoming harder to predict. "Why are you trying to force my hand? It's in our nature to be unpredictable, but not at the expense of the plot. Nito, find our missing trouper. Now!" @Xaphen Ooc: plot point!
Nito's featurless mask simply looked at Kurin, his mind seemed elsewhere. Then a chuckle was produced, as though an inside joke had been referenced. Nito bowed again to Kurin, this time in a more dignified manner. "Since I arrived here, my only concern was to protect the exodites on their journey. Unseen, behind the curtain. However, the longer I did this the greater my involvement seemed to be in demand. We are all tested my lady. Too much happening all at once can be overwhelming. However, there are things even we can do trapped in our little boxes." Encog-Nito's projection preformed a strange dance, a non-verbal spell. A moment later a purple gem appeared before Kurin's feet. A tear of Isha. "Sometimes the hardest action taken are those of inaction. Do not lose hope, for you can inspire it in others. Now, I must be off. A very unhappy clown needs a pie to the face." With that, Nito's image faded away. During Nito's dialogue with Kurin, Gold Trouper and the Khymerae had left Kurin's hallway. To where was anyone's guess. But there's a strong possibility that it's where Zamehir is.
"Go ahead, scold me, without me you probably would've all been dead, you ungrateful-" he stopped, knowing what he was about to say would only make things worse. "We need to warn the rest of the ship about this, there's no way we killed those things for good." He seemed intent on walking off to the bridge, but he looked at her arm, "Wow, you need that fixed soon," he said, looking at a large wound.
Black Skull was on his back, coughing in pain. His skull mask was contorted in horrific shapes, almost a smile. Truly a nightmarish sight to behold. "Well done, much better than last time. You were a piece of work. Killing without a thought of those you fought or your own health. It disgused me. Shutting you up was a great pleasure. I thought I'd feel that again this time... I'm happily disappointed." Removing the short sword from his side, Black Skull's breathing became easier. Pushing the spear out of his face. He rises to his feet and answers Etrigen's questions. OOC: Gonna hold off till @Xaphen has a chance to defeat the Mime. (hint: the bells)
OOC: Bells? Dunvel now recovering from the blow, tried to offer another slash, but his blade was caught on some kind of wire. With a flick of his wrist the blades powerfield cut down the wires. Send them loose across the corridor, whipping away some smoke that flooded the hallway. He barley saw what was in the mimes hand, but he knew it was another volley of grenades. At this point he could only do one thing and it was a complete contradiction to what he had ever learned. Dunvel pegged the freed blade at the Mime, following it with extreme speed and sliding under it. Letting the momentum add to his own strength. His plan was to let the dark field produce by it, as cover so he could appear under it. Then with just a slid to keep low he would try to smash open anything vital. Ankle, knee, tendon, or anything that would keep it from moving too much.
Calypsa had suffered attacks as DalRan did from the lead Specter. Burns and bite marks, this didn't seem to phase the seasoned Mariner. He yellow hair bun was disheveled and her lip was bleeding. The wirst she had suffered was the same as DalRan. Her right arm appeared to have been burned and crushed. Worse than DalRan's. Yet he face betrayed no discomfort or signs of slowing down. "You're one to talk. Don't worry about me, and get back to your..." Before shw could finish her order, a new security officer appeared with medical staff. An expression of disbelief and relief at the scene before him. "Lieutenant! Thank the Gods your all alright. I have been called to collect you. We have confired reports of multiple ethereal preditors have borded the ship. Speaker Idraman has requested your presence to help contain the situation. Two confired lost... They were... Ripped to pieces by something. There are also reports of fighting breaking out. This has yet to be confirmed. They're in blackout zones and we're already stretch thin. Do you need medical attention?" Calypsa was surprised by the report, even more surprised about Idraman's orders. 'Why call me back only to send me out again? Something else is going on.' She thought. Then turning back to DalRan. "You, tell me your name. If you still want to help I could us it. I want you to investigate the blackout zones. Find out what's going on there and report back to me. Our psy-channels are effected by the storm, so verbal communication is the best we can do. Take that caster, it will be of more use in your hands. If you find yourself in serious danger, run. I have no right to ask this of you, but you held your own back there. Also, if you do I won't have to hold you in the brig for breaking curfew. What do you say?" As Calypsa made her proposal, one of the healer team members had taken to repairing DalRan's scarred arm. They wouldn't be able to heal it Completely now, but it would no longer cause DalRan discomfort to use. A similar medical staff attempted to heal the Lieutenant. She gave them the "Not now I could kill something" face. Thanks to their proximity, Calypsa would be able to transmit the locations of the Blackout zones. They include three living quarter hallways, the training hall, and various other parts of the ship. Oddly enough, they seemed to all lead to the training hall.
"Alright, I'll help you out, and it's DalRan..." he walked off without waiting for an answer and headed for a hallway, one that was a few decks above them. He was cautious and stayed low, observing every inch of every surface with extreme detail, if he saw the light changing in any way he would fire with his somewhat un-reassuring weapon. He made way to a stairwell, and walked up briskly, when he reached the deck he was looking for, it was very dark, and strange noises could be heard.
Unlike the Mime's claw, his wires were not made of star dense metal. The frowning white Harlequin was becoming bored with Dunvel. From what he'd heard from Nito, you'd think the Soulbane would put up A better fight. To his relief, Dunvel stood to face him again. Far away or not his bombs would reach him. To his surprise, Dunvel threw his sword at him. That black fog drawing all his white mist brighten by contrast. Holding his bombardment. Then caught the blade midair with his metal clawed, without fear of harm. His overconfidence once again getting the better of him. Dunvel's surprise was enough to land a number of harsh blows. Frowning Mime's right leg went out, Dunvel's sword fell out of his grasp, and the bells on his left arm rang for the first time. Falling backwards from Dunvel's attacks. In that moment he knew Dunvel would retreive his sword. At the same time, the wraithbone construct projector from before activated. Flowting between Dunvel and the Mime. "Dunvel, I'm happy to hear you survived. I would appreciate if you left my friend alive. If you do this I will tell you where Zamehir is. After you do one last thing for me." The Mime's was now an agast frown, his eyes darting from Dunvel to the Projector. His left hand still firmly around an explosive and his right still a deadly weapon.
Kurin sits quietly, still in meditation. She waits out the storm. Her colden claws click against eachother. Her dark purple lips staying shut as she would almost be mistaken for a statue. Her mind reaching out across the ship. She can sense the harlequins, the guards... The intruders... Everyone. It is a strange feeling.
