OOC: For your personal peace, consider it double-tapping then. Or maybe Ry'thss didn't realize it was death spasms. What I write is always subjective to the character.
OOC:"got it" IC: "there... okay Catlyn.. you will be fine, your optics are lose and your gyroscope is out of sync but notthing you wont recover from old freind. " The Tech preist had collected the fallen skulls as he spoke to himself and tingled with the, "Kratos and sigurd has been suffering signifigant damage... they are beyond repair... still they make for good reserve parts for Dylan.3" "Oh scrap all out of... extra optics... well one eyes works for me... so must you, Sigmar.5 can spare a clip... and I gotta have some extra bolts round here..."
OOC: It would take more than this thread has to kill the mighty Phoebus. Phoebus looked upon the dead and wriggling bodies, having encountered this before. In a flash, he pulls from his side the plasma pistol, property of the former Vershal. Firing heated plasma at the corpses, one after the other, until over heating. "Destroy each bodies as much as you are able. We make for the bridge, our secondary objective is to the reclaimation of our lost K.A.T. Unit. Translator, your weapon will not be of use to you now. Here." Phoebus hands Ry'thss the plasma pistol. 'It was made for smaller hands anyways.' "Stay close." Activating the Vox, "Davarus making way to the bridge, this is the plague of undeath. Burn the bodies or destroy them till only bits remain. Phoebus out."
"Keep moving I would suppose " *So'reth said wondering why she hasn't shot him*OCC: Spoiler ' ' means thinking to ones self ' I'm standing next to her but and she hasn't but that's why I work so well with humans, I guess some of them don't care oh well.'
Davarus: "Phoebus, do not stray from your position until you regroup with Loki, eliminate the enemy contacts going for the torturer and his team. Understood?" Davarus followed Drax further into the ships command section, the bridge was just through a pair of steel doors in front of the team. "Cha'Ka, what is your ETA? We can only wait for a small time."
<Cha'ka> The Kroot tapped Davarus on the shoulder, he had been following him for a while, and the rest of the team rounded the corner, minus Zeth and Selina who had taken the slaves back to the transport. "Here boss."
Davarus: The acolyte let out an audibke sigh befoew shaking his head not even looking back at the kroot. "Cha'Ka, we want this Corsair alive if possible, and who can you leave here to guard Hall?" As Davarus spoke he approached the doors and stood next to the control panel ready at any moment, he lit his flamer and was ready when the kroot was.
Despite the previous experience, Loki and SA582 met no resistance during their trek through the ship's dark corridors. It was as if the threat was localized to specific parts of the vessel, the malign influence still not strong enough to spread completely and engulf the entire ship. Soon, they were able to catch up with the Lamenter and his team, the Torturer smiling the moment he saw friendly faces, resetting back into his usual playful demeanor. "I see everyone's still drawing breath. I salute you, for you obviously had more luck then we did...And what's that, our Ranger friend decided to tag along?! I must say, I am surprised!"
