IC Random Journey in The Universe (IC)

She opens both eyes to gaze around, beginning to sweat very lightly.

She pauses her gaze on each remaining unopened cell door in her general line of sight for a few seconds each.

A hand curls around the sheath of her katana, the other hand on its hilt.

She slowly draws the blade, bright, fiery sparks leaping from where it’s drawn. At around halfway out of the sheath, she slams the blade back in with a click..

The metal doors / grids all groan quietly for a moment, then snap out, melting into puddles on the floor ahead of the now opened cells.

Shuddering a little bit from the effort, Kamaso gives a sigh of relief.


“O-Okay! Ready to go..”
Hera is unable to speak, a slightly fearful expression on her face.
Two soldiers turn the corner, guns raised. One of them shouts something in Almairan.
"Crap.."
The demon raises his mace.
A hand of the gloopy figure morphs into a large blade, which it swings at the fire. There's a loud clang as it's blocked by the axe.
"Seize the relic!"
Two cultists bring out a large metal box, and signals another two to come forward. They're wearing thick gauntlets as well.
 
Hera is unable to speak, a slightly fearful expression on her face.
Two soldiers turn the corner, guns raised. One of them shouts something in Almairan.
"Crap.."
Brambol holds his arms up defensively, forming fireballs in his hands.

A hand of the gloopy figure morphs into a large blade, which it swings at the fire. There's a loud clang as it's blocked by the axe.
"Seize the relic!"
Two cultists bring out a large metal box, and signals another two to come forward. They're wearing thick gauntlets as well.
Ja'ryelth turns around and grabs Fikitt by the wing, pulling him closer.
"What is this nonsense? What is happening here?"

Fikitt pushes back against him.
"I do not know what they are trying to do, and you have no need to know in either case. Keep away from me."
 
Hera is unable to speak, a slightly fearful expression on her face.
Two soldiers turn the corner, guns raised. One of them shouts something in Almairan.
"Crap.."
Ears facing down in worry, Kamaso scoops up loose debris of some sort and gently throws a bit at one of the soldiers. It might hurt a little! (15)

"D-Don't shoot! I'm warning you!!!"

She glances to Hera and Brambol.

"So... running.. to where?"
 
Ears facing down in worry, Kamaso scoops up loose debris of some sort and gently throws a bit at one of the soldiers. It might hurt a little! (15)

"D-Don't shoot! I'm warning you!!!"

She glances to Hera and Brambol.

"So... running.. to where?"
[7] They stumble back, holding their face in pain.
The other is just about to shoot, before they appear to hear something in their earpiece.
The siren turns off suddenly as the lights turn back on.
There's a voice on the intercom.
"....All clear. All clear."
The soldiers are confused, but lower their guns.
Ja'ryelth turns around and grabs Fikitt by the wing, pulling him closer.
"What is this nonsense? What is happening here?"

Fikitt pushes back against him.
"I do not know what they are trying to do, and you have no need to know in either case. Keep away from me."
"We have what we came for. Mr Fikitt, if you want to keep your new test subject, I would advise you.. secure it."
 
Dark nods to Thompson, going back to the back of the truck to sit down in the back with [presumably] Bright, Lin, and the rest of the search party.
Dark then clears his throat.
“Let’s get going then, people!”

Pearl, meanwhile, glances behind her, slowing down to fall in pace with Teri.
Pearl then…gives Teri an inquisitive look, wondering if Teri’s going to actually…say anything first.

By now, things at the base seem to have settled down. It’s less busy compared to before..whatever all these shifters of different shapes and sizes were up to has probably been done by now.
 
Pearl then…gives Teri an inquisitive look, wondering if Teri’s going to actually…say anything first.
She doesn't seem to be in much of a talking mood right now.
 
[7] They stumble back, holding their face in pain.
The other is just about to shoot, before they appear to hear something in their earpiece.
The siren turns off suddenly as the lights turn back on.
There's a voice on the intercom.
"....All clear. All clear."
The soldiers are confused, but lower their guns.
Kamaso is doing a little victory dance in the background now.
 
She doesn't seem to be in much of a talking mood right now.
"..."
"You really aren't a talker, huh."


Pearl seems...to be thinking about something? She seems to be trying to hide it too. Weird.
 
"..."
"You really aren't a talker, huh."


Pearl seems...to be thinking about something? She seems to be trying to hide it too. Weird.
"Not really, no..."
Teri doesn't notice.
 
"Not really, no..."
Teri doesn't notice.
Pearl looks at Teri to gauge...what exactly they're looking at.

Seems they're headed to one of the airbase's hangars, where things like planes would've been deployed, once upon a time. Seems there's no such vehicles of war in the place now though.
 
Pearl looks at Teri to gauge...what exactly they're looking at.

Seems they're headed to one of the airbase's hangars, where things like planes would've been deployed, once upon a time. Seems there's no such vehicles of war in the place now though.
She doesn't seem to be looking at anything in particular.
 
[7] They stumble back, holding their face in pain.
The other is just about to shoot, before they appear to hear something in their earpiece.
The siren turns off suddenly as the lights turn back on.
There's a voice on the intercom.
"....All clear. All clear."
The soldiers are confused, but lower their guns.
Brambol looks skeptical.
He doesn’t dissipate his fireballs.

"We have what we came for. Mr Fikitt, if you want to keep your new test subject, I would advise you.. secure it."
Fikitt advances and wraps his tendrils around Ja’ryelth’s neck.
He scoffs, not seeming fazed.
“I can teleport away, you know.”

Without warning, Fikitt swiftly pulls him in for a headbutt, colliding loudly with his skull and knocking the demon out cold.
Fikitt steps back and looks down at him. His tendrils twitch a bit with anxiety.
 
Kamaso is doing a little victory dance in the background now.
Brambol looks skeptical.
He doesn’t dissipate his fireballs.
A new voice comes onto the intercom.
"...Dearest friends of the State. This is Araul Meti, Head Minister of the Department of Justice. I have always opposed the use of oppression as a punishment against our own people. That is why, as part of my newly introduced National Rehabilitation Plan, I am proud to announce the immediate closure of the Komi Prison. I ask all of you to immediately report to the courtyard for transfer to a better life. Thank you, and Long Live Almaira."
Fikitt advances and wraps his tendrils around Ja’ryelth’s neck.
He scoffs, not seeming fazed.
“I can teleport away, you know.”

Without warning, Fikitt swiftly pulls him in for a headbutt, colliding loudly with his skull and knocking the demon out cold.
Fikitt steps back and looks down at him. His tendrils twitch a bit with anxiety.
The creature manages to snatch the axe from the flaming figure, proceeding to tear it into pieces with surprising strength. The flaming figure almost seems to scream as it dissipates into nothing.
"Everybody, gather. We're heading back"
The creature disappears as it sinks back into the floor as blood.
 
A new voice comes onto the intercom.
"...Dearest friends of the State. This is Araul Meti, Head Minister of the Department of Justice. I have always opposed the use of oppression as a punishment against our own people. That is why, as part of my newly introduced National Rehabilitation Plan, I am proud to announce the immediate closure of the Komi Prison. I ask all of you to immediately report to the courtyard for transfer to a better life. Thank you, and Long Live Almaira."
Kamaso abruptly stops, slowly returning to her normal, relaxed posture.

"I take it that's.. not a normal thing?"

She takes a second longer to think.

"Or.. a good one?"

Another few seconds.

"It kind of sounds like a trap even..."
 
A new voice comes onto the intercom.
"...Dearest friends of the State. This is Araul Meti, Head Minister of the Department of Justice. I have always opposed the use of oppression as a punishment against our own people. That is why, as part of my newly introduced National Rehabilitation Plan, I am proud to announce the immediate closure of the Komi Prison. I ask all of you to immediately report to the courtyard for transfer to a better life. Thank you, and Long Live Almaira."
He grumbles, before shrugging.
"Might as well see what's going on."

The creature manages to snatch the axe from the flaming figure, proceeding to tear it into pieces with surprising strength. The flaming figure almost seems to scream as it dissipates into nothing.
"Everybody, gather. We're heading back"
The creature disappears as it sinks back into the floor as blood.
Fikitt drags the unconscious Ja'ryelth over.
"What were those beings?"
 
Kamaso abruptly stops, slowly returning to her normal, relaxed posture.

"I take it that's.. not a normal thing?"

She takes a second longer to think.

"Or.. a good one?"

Another few seconds.

"It kind of sounds like a trap even..."
He grumbles, before shrugging.
"Might as well see what's going on."
"Let's go and try to find the others."
The hallways are crowded with lots of excited former-prisoners.
Fikitt drags the unconscious Ja'ryelth over.
"What were those beings?"
"We call them, 'Enemies'. They're the bioweapons of an ancient culture. Our only sources call them the euphemism, N-M-E."
She fiddles with the portal frame, causing the portal to flicker for a moment.
"Let's go back to base. Don't keep the Boss waiting, everyone!"
The soldiers begin walking and disappearing through the portal.
 
He grumbles, before shrugging.
"Might as well see what's going on."
"Yeahbuttheexit'swayfaster-"

She eventually sighs, ready to follow.
 
"Let's go and try to find the others."
The hallways are crowded with lots of excited former-prisoners.
Brambol shoves his way past them carelessly.
"We call them, 'Enemies'. They're the bioweapons of an ancient culture. Our only sources call them the euphemism, N-M-E."
He seems to ponder this, looking at where the prior struggle happened.
She fiddles with the portal frame, causing the portal to flicker for a moment.
"Let's go back to base. Don't keep the Boss waiting, everyone!"
The soldiers begin walking and disappearing through the portal.
Fikitt stands hesitantly before the portal for a few seconds, before lifting up Ja'ryelth and stepping in.
 
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