Its only been a few hours since he went to sleep. the music still beating in his head. no...wait thats not the music...
Lang awakens to sounds in the Dorm wing.
sleepy eyed and yawning Lang makes his way toward the source of the noise, shuffling his feet one foot bare the other in a fuzzy slipper.
after a tired yawn. sombody still playing music? he asks not quite awake yet.
Ace smiles at Tyrrin "Oh I think I might be able to find them." He listen attentively to her lecture on how to operate the telescope.
"Mind if I give it a try? I think I know how to make it work"
"By all means, Ace. Just don't touch these settings please. They're for the screen-in-screen viewing. I may need to use the telescope again once our interceptors engage." The viewscreen had switched to include a smaller image of the target, but the rest of the screen was taken up by empty space.
Tyrrin plunked herself down next to Jaiye in front of the viewscreen. "Can I ask you something Jaiye?"
Ace begins to scan the sky with the telescope, and after a few minutes lets out a whoop "Aha! Found one! That's the Protector!" He's clearly quite excited.
Ace smiles at Tyrrin "Oh I think I might be able to find them." He listen attentively to her lecture on how to operate the telescope.
"Mind if I give it a try? I think I know how to make it work"
"By all means, Ace. Just don't touch these settings please. They're for the screen-in-screen viewing. I may need to use the telescope again once our interceptors engage." The viewscreen had switched to include a smaller image of the target, but the rest of the screen was taken up by empty space.
Tyrrin plunked herself down next to Jaiye in front of the viewscreen. "Can I ask you something Jaiye?"
"Yeah, sure, of course you can," she said cheerfully.
Vai had followed her parents outside the cottage, once again holding Fei's hand. Compared to everything that was happening - all the anger that had been thrown around, including her own - the touch of Fei's hand was comforting, rather than frightening. Her rage had died when Tamrin had spoken, leaving an empty sadness instead.
The young monk knew that he was witnessing events that he should not be privy to. This was a family in the throes of a crisis that threatened to tear it apart, if the emotions flying about were any indication. The fact that Vai had a death grip on his hand (and the need from her that the gesture meant) was the only reason he did not try to excuse himself as quickly as possible. He kept a respectful silence as the events reached a crescendo and the family scattered.
The tears were there, she was fighting them, but once they were out of the house and away from Taron, Vai turned and pressed her face into Fei's chest, unable to hold back the tears anymore. She hoped that Fei was able to... control himself, but she didn't really care. She wrapped her arms around him and wept.
Fei was not expecting her to embrace him, and for a brief heartbeat he freezes as a stone under his right foot crumbles with a loud [CRACK]. He looks quickly over to his sabumnim, nodding tentatively to her as no further destruction commences.
He gingerly puts his arms around her and holds her close, not knowing any words that could ease her pain, but hoping that his presence would provide at least some comfort...
"What are you planning on doing after you graduate from Avalon?" Tyrrin seemed like she was in a pensive mood, but Jaiye can tell she's tell alert for any warning of change in the warship situation.
"What are you planning on doing after you graduate from Avalon?" Tyrrin seemed like she was in a pensive mood, but Jaiye can tell she's tell alert for any warning of change in the warship situation.
Jaiye's ears drooped. "I...I'm not sure....I was gonna go join back up with Ssrena, you know? But...I don't think Ssrena actually cares if I'm there or not....and I dunno....it's kinda hard to get all worked up about lycan superiority these days. I'm just not feelin it. But I don't really have anywhere else to go either. All I'm really good at is beating people up....not exactly the world's most useful life skill."
"Everything is fine, Lang. Dara just had a bad dream." Lysander tells the young bender. "You can go back to sleep."
"Now, Dara, these are special gloves. I made a larger pair for myself so we can practice if you want to." Slipping his pair on, Lysander waves to Dara and "Hi!" appears in the air in gray latter's in front of him. "They can let you talk to people even if you aren't ready to speak. Would you like to try?" He asks, placing the smaller gloves in front of Dara.
"Eventually, I am going to have to return to my duties as my Mother's heir... not for a long while yet, I think. But when the time comes, I would be honoured if you would want to come and join me, perhaps serving as an official advisor. I... I want to attempt to make peace with the lycan tribes. I could use your help in that arena." Tyrrin knew it would cause an uproar at home if there was a lycan serving in an official capacity, but she didn't care. People had to get over their preconceived notions.
"And, for the record, you have plenty more to offer than simply beating people up, even if you don't realize it." Tyrrin added quietly, after the fact.
"Eventually, I am going to have to return to my duties as my Mother's heir... not for a long while yet, I think. But when the time comes, I would be honoured if you would want to come and join me, perhaps serving as an official advisor. I... I want to attempt to make peace with the lycan tribes. I could use your help in that arena." Tyrrin knew it would cause an uproar at home if there was a lycan serving in an official capacity, but she didn't care. People had to get over their preconceived notions.
"And, for the record, you have plenty more to offer than simply beating people up, even if you don't realize it." Tyrrin added quietly, after the fact.
"Me?" she squeaked. "Be an advisor? I mean, bodyguard I could understand, but...aren't advisors supposed to be...smart?"
"I mean, I'm all for an end to the lycan wars, but...you know the lycans here at Avalon...we're outcasts from our packs. That's why we were so eager to join Ssrena to make a pack of our own."
Smiling a little at Dara's successful attempt, Lysander carefully signs in return so Dara can see.
"My name is Mr. Sandwalker. Is yours Dara?"
He shows Dara that nodding or shaking your head is the sign for yes or no with theses gloves.
"You never give yourself enough credit Jaiye. Not all forms of intelligence are learned from a book. You have knowledge which I cannot learn from a book, and experience besides. Not only that, but you offer a different perspective, and that is the most important part of being an advisor. If I wanted to be surrounded by elves who have the same opinions as me, I'd just line the walls with mirrors." Tyrrin can't help but grin at both the thought of the walls being covered in mirrors, and her own joke.
"As far as outcasts go... you may be right, but maybe it's time for the Pack structure to end? It didn't serve you well here at Avalon, maybe we can convince the Packs to abandon the old ways, and seek something new. I'm not sure on the details yet... or if they will even take time to listen. Change is difficult, after all."
"You never give yourself enough credit Jaiye. Not all forms of intelligence are learned from a book. You have knowledge which I cannot learn from a book, and experience besides. Not only that, but you offer a different perspective, and that is the most important part of being an advisor. If I wanted to be surrounded by elves who have the same opinions as me, I'd just line the walls with mirrors." Tyrrin can't help but grin at both the thought of the walls being covered in mirrors, and her own joke.
"As far as outcasts go... you may be right, but maybe it's time for the Pack structure to end? It didn't serve you well here at Avalon, maybe we can convince the Packs to abandon the old ways, and seek something new. I'm not sure on the details yet... or if they will even take time to listen. Change is difficult, after all."
Jaiye couldn't quite stop her tail from wagging. "Well, if you really think that I could help you," she said happily, "then I would be honored to at least try."
"But I don't think packs are bad....maybe we just need different packs."
"See? Already you're helping. Think on that for me alright? If you have ideas let me know and we'll work on them together." Tyrrin smiled. She knew that Jaiye just needed the right encouragement. And Tyrrin was learning day by day: how to actually have a friend.
"I know you want to learn more, but it's really late and you need to sleep so you can stay awake in school tomorrow. We don't want Mrs. Blackscales mad at me, right? You can keep the gloves. They help keep bad dreams away too, if you believe they will."
Ace navigates the sky, pointing out various constellations to the girls "That one is the Merchant, and over here is the Serpent, and this one here is the Inventor"
Overhearing Ty and Jai, he asks "Jaiye, how many Lycans are here at Avalon?"
The young monk knew that he was witnessing events that he should not be privy to. This was a family in the throes of a crisis that threatened to tear it apart, if the emotions flying about were any indication. The fact that Vai had a death grip on his hand (and the need from her that the gesture meant) was the only reason he did not try to excuse himself as quickly as possible. He kept a respectful silence as the events reached a crescendo and the family scattered.
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Fei was not expecting her to embrace him, and for a brief heartbeat he freezes as a stone under his right foot crumbles with a loud [CRACK]. He looks quickly over to his sabumnim, nodding tentatively to her as no further destruction commences.
He gingerly puts his arms around her and holds her close, not knowing any words that could ease her pain, but hoping that his presence would provide at least some comfort...
Vai knew it was stupid to grab Fei like that , and she was thankful once again that he was protecting her. His strong, sure arms were her world... and she didn't feel scared by them. Didn't feel claustrophobic. She felt safe. Protected.
The tears eventually fade into snuffles, and she's able to speak again. Her voice is hoarse from crying, and still punctuated by the occasional sob. "It's all wro-[hic] wrong. Dad was supp-posed to ruffle my h-hair and tell me h-how proud he was of m-me." her cheek was still resting on Fei's chest, and his gi was a little damp from the fallen tears.
Vai has obviously created her own idealized version of Tamrin, one that was perhaps just shattered. Nothing like realizing your heroes are people too.
Eventually she releases the hug, though slowly, as if she wished it could never end. But she knew that even Fei's concentration had it's limits. She looks up into his eyes, her own still a little glassy. "Thank you, Fei. For everything. I..." it was late now. She didn't want to bother her parents... Mom had looked like she was about to break, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Nasima's still not back, and my room is so lonely without her. Can I stay with you?" Vai realizes that probably won't work, but still... "I'll even sleep on the floor, so you won't have to worry. I just don't want to go back to an empty room."
Having stood like a statue in a shadowed corner of the room, Wyrd steps out of the shadows and stops next to Tyrrin and Jaiye.
"Tyrrin speaks the truth. You have much to offer anyone lucky enough to call you friend. From what I have seen in the last two days, you are a beautiful, kind, considerate, respectful, and thoughtful person. If you have an emotional side that is sometimes hard to control, this simply means that you are a living creature. Anyone not willing to give you a little understanding is not worthy of your friendship."
Wyrd glances around as if he is a but embarrassed over having interjected in a private conversation.
"I am sorry if I intruded in your privacy. I am not very good at the boundary thing."
With a short bow, Wyrd steps back to the corner he had been standing in earlier.
Having stood like a statue in a shadowed corner of the room, Wyrd steps out of the shadows and stops next to Tyrrin and Jaiye.
"Tyrrin speaks the truth. You have much to offer anyone lucky enough to call you friend. From what I have seen in the last two days, you are a beautiful, kind, considerate, respectful, and thoughtful person. If you have an emotional side that is sometimes hard to control, this simply means that you are a living creature. Anyone not willing to give you a little understanding is not worthy of your friendship."
Wyrd glances around as if he is a but embarrassed over having interjected in a private conversation.
"I am sorry if I intruded in your privacy. I am not very good at the boundary thing."
With a short bow, Wyrd steps back to the corner he had been standing in earlier.
Jaiye blushed bright crimson and her tail wagged as she struggled to understand how to deal with so many kind words at once.
"Th-thank you, Wyrd."
Ace navigates the sky, pointing out various constellations to the girls "That one is the Merchant, and over here is the Serpent, and this one here is the Inventor"
Overhearing Ty and Jai, he asks "Jaiye, how many Lycans are here at Avalon?"
Ginni couldn't help but giggle a little at Jaiye's reaction to Wyrd's compliment.
"I think you'll have to ask her again, Ace. She got a little distracted."
"I know you want to learn more, but it's really late and you need to sleep so you can stay awake in school tomorrow. We don't want Mrs. Blackscales mad at me, right? You can keep the gloves. They help keep bad dreams away too, if you believe they will."Dara nodded reluctantly. He keeps the gloves on as he climbs back under the covers, hugging them close to him as he tries to go back to sleep.
"Goodnight and good dreams, Dara." Lysander says quietly before he leaves, closing the door behind him and picking up the roller blade so he could put it away. The had been genuinely happy for the gloves, and that was going to be a big help to get him actually speaking when he was ready.
"Well, it involves giving me a list of things that interest you, and then helping me make a class schedule that is to your liking."
Johnny thinks for a moment,
"Well I would like to learn some general local culture, you know geography, economics, politics, history also Astrogation and any technology classes you have. To be honest, I have seem some strange things in the short time I have been here, and would love to know at that is accomplished, if you could let me a list of your VR classes ill do them and then in the next week, then come back with a more detailed list, do I have to ask you or can I just access the learning net v the HUB? I could go over the more detailed courses with it if you like. I also love to travel so any field trips I would be really interested in, ye I think that's about it for a start, if that's the kind of thing that works"
The Headmaster chuckles a bit.
"You're not going to like the fact that you have to go to the classes in person, are you? The closest thing to a VR class that we have here is Advanced Physical Education. Everything else is taught by a person in person."
The mast swarm moves around the space
Tybalt -> is slamming caves closes as fast as he can
David and psi-c -> are thinning the ranks of the massed bats slowly but steadily but a swam this large will take time.
Time that Renkai give fighting close to the flag, he fells three of the great bats on the ground.
Then three great bats make there dive at the flag
Tybalt -> takes out the center one before heading to the water for one massive attack.
David -> still cutting a swave throw the bats (you can now see gaps in the swarm of bats such is his work. Blast the last one out of the air.
The 1st now arrow fast shoots at the flag poll to be meet by Renkai who leaping off just as it comes in cuts it.
But whats this some thing with the bat, some thing small and fast, to close to act now, to close to stop, a small Goblin, with nothing more than a knife in his hand flys pass at stupid speed, a kind of rocket on his back, Dave and Tybalt both see as its giggles manicly flying into the Flag, ripping it from the pole. But just has it gets to it Renkai now falling from the killed bat, moves his leg and kicks the Goblin just a fraction, just a tap, but it changes the trajectory of the little green rocket to miss the flag my inches, he can see the fustration on the goblins face as it fly's past and the look change to shock as it now heads for the ground below.
Then Tybalt ice wave hits, and it starts training frozen bats.
Rosa comes in as the Ice bats ping off her, and walks over to the flag pole, she looks up at the battered but still in place flag.
Next to her embedded in the ground is a Goblin frozen in a block if ice.
She looks at the three.
"22 minuets and 41 seconds, not bad, not bad at all, You know I was told not to give classes in the dead of night, some thing about students needing sleep, well not you David you are like me, Mecka, but still you others, you did well, very well."
She claps.
"But to the point of this lesson, this class is all about team work, when you sign on to the school, you can feel its all about you, your alone and here to get what you want, but we teach more than that here, we teach soft skills as well, thinks like working in a team when needed. Just like now, you all used the powers you had to work as a team, hidden in this little game is thing like our goblin here, to get the time to spot them you have to work as a time, if you had all gone off and worked on your own you would have not lasted as long. So well done, Class is over, next time when you do the CAVE and Flag some you will face other things. Last of all please keep this class to yourselves, others will be doing it today and they need to do it like yourselves, not for warned. That is also part of the class. Well gents I will let you get back to sleep, David you have other things to do. See you again soon."
With that she gos out the SIM, its still training frozen bats.
"Um I do require sleep, not much.. Magic helps with that.. That's not important i guess... See you guys later that was fun, come on Skeets" Dave flies out and puts his hand on the wall and sets off to find kitty.
Teleporting into the middle of an EM storm while riding inside a giant robot suit was not Jeran's idea of a good time. And he might be a hot-shot pilot in other cicumstances, but Mithros was really struggling to steer in this. It took a lot more physical strength rather than finesse. He gave the other mecha a shove to get him at least moving in the right direction.
"Come on," he growled. "Remember, they're all counting on us."
The two young test pilots eventually managed to get free and engaged cloaking systems, at which point they began the long, slow process of sneaking up on the warship.
,
Jeran swore as he realized that the EM storm had knocked out his cloaking systems. He used an energy burst to shove a small asteroid towards the ship, ducking behind a larger asteroid while he engaged the autorepair and praying that they would attribute the blip on their readings to the asteroid.
There was no sign of movement from the ship by the time his systems were back online, so he had to assume that he'd been able to avoid detection by some miracle.
The Headmaster chuckles a bit.
"You're not going to like the fact that you have to go to the classes in person, are you? The closest thing to a VR class that we have here is Advanced Physical Education. Everything else is taught by a person in person."
Johnny looks a bit shocked at this.
::"Hes joking right Strom?"::
::"Nope, I had a feeling they do this old school here, its an Organic-centric culture, this are done at Organic speeds and usability levels so its siting in a real room, and really doing the class"::
Johnny takes a long deep breath.
::"I see, has to"::
::"No other way and more to the point it would be rude not to, o couse that dos not mean you can't do other things in class wile your lace records it, I have a mound of data you can be reading"::
::"Ah, I see your point Storm, thanks"::
::"here to help"::
Storm says jokingly
All this happens in a fraction of second, johnny finishes letting his breath out. Hes smile back Johnny says
"No, that will be fine, thank you for letting me participate. Then any face to face classes on any or all of the subjects I just listed would be fine, but most of all Local culture and history. I was told you see, that my real family came from the dragon Empire and where I was raised there really is little know about this area of space. So any thing that can help me find my roots Antairus would be helpful to me."
Johnny seems genuine when asking this.
"History of Agartha will cover culture, history(of course), some geography and politics and a bit about the Dragon Empire that isn't common knowledge off-planet. If you could tell me what the 'strange things' you saw where, I might be able to explain a bit here as well."
Renkai then collects his unused traps and salvages what he can from the used traps. Then he excuses himself and goes to get the rest of his night's sleep.
Ace repeats his question to Jaiye "Around how many Lycans are in attendance at Avalon?"
As Rosa leaves the sim Tybalt shifts over to Renkai "pleasure working with you." A short bow he looks back up at renkai giving a wide grin he disappears leaving his grin to evaporate last. (He's really good at disappearing). He appears back in his room expertly blinking out of his clothes which fall down onto the floor with a plop and flopping down onto the bed attempting to salvage the rest of his night.
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I was worthless against the swarms.... I could have Taken out maybe one or two with poisons or magic but otherwise....fail
The big bats I could have killed if not for school....
....if I would've known that I would have coated the flag in uber paralytic contact poison
Ace repeats his question to Jaiye "Around how many Lycans are in attendance at Avalon?"
"Huh? Oh! Oh, right! Err....I dunno exactly. A few dozen I guess. We're not as tight these days. Not since the incident last year. The teachers are trying to encourage us to interact with the other students instead of just sticking together like we used to."
"History of Agartha will cover culture, history(of course), some geography and politics and a bit about the Dragon Empire that isn't common knowledge off-planet. If you could tell me what the 'strange things' you saw where, I might be able to explain a bit here as well."
Johnny looks around the room than back at Antairus.
"History of Agartha that sounds good, and well as for other stuff, I kind of know the physics involved with displacement, a small warm hole is formed by means of hyperspace and an object or subject moves along it from point A to Point B, but when I was walking here I spotted a number of err Students displacing with near perfect form, Storm kind of let me know the energy being used was fairly high, How do they errr..."
::"Careful no upsetting the great moved along, you know who's calling the shots here"::
::"Then how the hell shall I ask, A?, MAGIC! that your mages and god bods call down MAGIC from on high, that the things you call gods are really just avatars for higher levels of being that sit just two dimension to the left and three to the right of here, in the great land of the sublimed' A? 'where they see everything, know everything and bloody well tell us mortals sweet nothing about what its like or what they are up to?' should I tell him 'Magic is just a bet of interference for the great move on, doing who knows what for who knows why, as they never tell us!' That even the great and all powerful minds of the culture, have no idea how they they get beings in that network to link to both the upper AND lower grids, to get power, Great stars above the power levels here, and power to run what! meta organic affects and ability's that fundamentally brake the laws of nature and reality as its known in most of the cosmos. That just because you call it "MAGIC" dos not mean it IS MAGIC!!"
:"'Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced' as we minds like to say."::
::"O very funny, and that helps me how?"::
::"Hello Johnny! remember me Strom, I was the one who handed you the file on the jokingly small amount of info on what we should call from here on 'local space' your not the 1st or the smartest the try and get to grips with whats going on here. But Johnny sweetheart, the thing is your headmaster here is not stupid, any thing but, and that was a leading question to see how you would react, he has a very good idea who you are and where you are from, So why not just tell then man the truth, call it what they call it and work from there."::
Johnny says nothing but he knows Storm is right, if ever he is to find his family he must go along with this as is.
Johnny slips back form AI micro-time to organic time once more.
"Magic, how they uses magic, I want to know more about magic if I can, its not something I have any experiences of."
he looks back at the head master he smile gone as a look of determination replaces it.
"It looks a lot bigger in person than it did on the schematics," Mithros whispered.
"We just need to find the right spot. I'll look. Start taking out the escape pods."
Jeran pulled out his energy blade and started cutting into the hull in the spot he was told would be a straight shot to the core. He swore as he heard alarms start going off inside the ship.
"Speed it up! We're going to have company any minute now!"
"Casil, something is happening." Tyrrin jumped up, running over to the main console, her fingers flying over the keys on the screen-in-screen. The warship came back into focus on the big screen. Several explosions were already tearing through the ship. "What are they doing? Move." It was a order, expected to be obeyed by Ace. Tyrrin casts a Quickened Haste on herself as she throws herself into the seat. Her fingers fly across the keys at superhuman speed, pulling up the warship schematics and cross-checking them with the interceptor's attack pattern. It was truly amazing to watch as she sorts through the information at lightning speed, before casting another quickened spell, this time Sending. ::Jiminy. I don't know if your pilots have the proper or up-to-date schematics, but that's a Faerie-class ship, one of the newer designs. Uploading updated schematics to your system, get them to your pilots right away.::
"Casil, something is happening." Tyrrin jumped up, running over to the main console, her fingers flying over the keys on the screen-in-screen. The warship came back into focus on the big screen. Several explosions were already tearing through the ship. "What are they doing? Move." It was a order, expected to be obeyed by Ace. Tyrrin casts a Quickened Haste on herself as she throws herself into the seat. Her fingers fly across the keys at superhuman speed, pulling up the warship schematics and cross-checking them with the interceptor's attack pattern. It was truly amazing to watch as she sorts through the information at lightning speed, before casting another quickened spell, this time Sending. ::Jiminy. I don't know if your pilots have the proper or up-to-date schematics, but that's a Faerie-class ship, one of the newer designs. Uploading updated schematics to your system, get them to your pilots right away.::
::Copy that, and by the way we're gonna have to have a chat about how you know the schematics of these things...the why aren't you already on this team kind of chat,:: he joked, except by now she knew him well enough to know that he was taking things very seriously.
::Fido, I've got a cleaner shot lined up for you, but it's more risky. Tell Sunbeam to haul ass out of there before you take the shot. Sending you coordinates now.::
"I really, really hate that code name," he growled. "Mithros, cover me while I line up the shot and then get out of here! We'll only have seconds once I fire."
Jeran switched out the energy cannon he'd been aiming for a grenade launcher and loaded in a singularity grenade, lining up the shot at just the angle to hit the new target Jiminy had sent.
Mithros dodged and weaved and took pot shots and just basically did what he was good at: trick flying. It wasn't a good long-term strategy. His suit was already badly damaged in several places. But it did the trick.
"Mithros, go!" Jeran yelled, just before he pulled the trigger.
There was a couple seconds of calm and then a Whuuump sound as the grenade hit the starcaster and the ship tried to fold in on itself and explode at the same time.
Mithros was able to teleport away in plenty of time, but Jeran has more difficulty. His suit took a pretty heavy beating before he was able to port away. Neither of their mechas was in the best condition when they landed back at the hangar.
::Good work, guys. Tyrrin thanks for the help. Now I have another job to take care of. Let me know if you spot any other surprises.::
::Mom, Dad, progress report. Target is down. Fido and Sunbeam are back at base safe and sound. Field test was mostly a success. Some upgrades needed. Especially in pilot training. Heading to the comm relay now.::
Rosa is looking at a number of images off the attack on the starship.
::"What are they doing?"::
::"Well from what I can tell, and im not peeking 1st hand here so this is a guess, they uses a space rock to take out its coms, so its not going to be calling for help any time soon, and a two Mecha-Orga units have gone in close to make it look like an antecedent, one seems to be stopping escape by the crew wile the other seems to be seeking to destabilize the power core. Near suicide if you ask me, but if the can do both at the same time not going to me much left but base elements of that ship, and it will look like a power-core fail."::
::"Death count?"::
::"Looking at the size and tech level of the ship some 600+ and maybe the two in the mechas"::
Rosa is still for a wile, Death had this affect on her, 'for the greater good meant very little when real lives meet real ends.
::"You all right?"::
The sim mind asked.
::"Yes I'm fine, just unhappy is all. Just hate it when a better way can't be found."::
::"We would not be who we are if we did not feel this way, you knew you would have to face this at some point, you have seen the projections if things stay as they are."::
Rosa just nods and keeps looking to see two lives less will be lost.
it ends with a lump of slag, and one mecha just getting away from the imploding gravity well.
she its back as the feed gos off.
::"As I said near suicide, but its done, by the looks of it no signal out and nothing got away"::
::"You 100% on that?"::
::"No as I said second hand feed so, we know what they know. Some thing could have got out if so we will all know soon."::
Rosa got up and called in 3 more students for the Bat-Cave.
::"Let me know if something comes looking for the ship, soon as the wards trip"::
She headed out the room to the SIM.