ON> The Pit, prison area.
"OK Corgan, listen to me very carefully," Corgan was having a hard time remembering everything... while his mind felt clear, he couldn't quite remember how he got here or what he was doing. When he tried to think back, he'd find huge gaps in his memory. Each time he encountered something he didn't know, it was like a sharp ledge into nothing, a sharp, distinct, area of nothingness.
He could, however, see Wazulie's face as it talked to him.
"I am going to try and upload your ST data into one of the Serph's at the base. I can not say for sure how much of your data will make it so I will be pairing down your memories and some base functions. So when you wake up, just start causing as much damage as you can. I mean, make sure you are in an Elysian body... the original you is free to ignore this Ok?"
The very next moment, Corgan was standing in a hallway. On either side of the hallway were single cells, each with bright white walls containing one or two people each.
There was a pistol in a holster on his hip, and knife on the other side, a rifle of some kind in his hand, and some robe-thing around his body.
He also had a very distinct lack of eyes. His new 8 foot tall body had short, smooth, wings on the back folded flat against him. He had some level of inate gravity control, and his vision... was certainly something different. He could see far into the infrared and ultraviolet spectrums. Despite not having eyes, he could see colors that his original body couldn't. He could even see through walls just a little bit, easily able to tell that there were about 50 people all locked up here.
Corgan was more alarmed that he couldn't feel his junk than anything. He wondered what would happen to this body. Now that he was in it, he didn't want to die. He had a job to do first, though, then he would try to figure out what to do about that,
He walked along the hallway trying to locate a computer that might unlock the doors. Maybe if he was lucky he would find a way to turn off the power permanently. That would surely cause some damage.
He would come to an Elysian that looked just like him, standing at the end of the hallway near an interface tucked into the wall. He had on the same loose robe, his weapons tucked away. The creature's featureless, smooth, white marble head turning towards him. It would hold up its hand, and rapidly flash a series of QR codes at him.
Corgan himself wouldn't get to look long enough to really 'see' the codes, but in a fraction of a second he instinctively understood what had happened. The Seraph had requested they share their latest sensory data, his body rejected the request. Identification was requested... he didn't have that either.
Then the entire facility shook... as the Wild Rabit impacted the very core of the facility.
The Seraph was already reaching for its pistol, the knife at its side flying up from the holster and turning towards Corgan!
He could sense the knife flying towards him in slow motion. The knife at his side deflected the attack. Corgan aimed his rifle at the thing's face and unloaded on it. He didn't know what it would take to put it down so he kept firing until it stopped moving.
The rifle would fire a series of fast moving metal slivers. Each small spear piercing right through the creature's head until it looked like a pin cushion, the other Seraph only able to lunge forward a few feet before falling to the ground, its knife pausing in mid air... before going to his side along with the rifle on the creature's back.
He could sense a control panel built into the wall, but it wasn't something physical he could interact with. He could feel it almost tugging at his mind, waiting for a command.
The feeling reminded him of using Mindware to control systems in the Lament. He couldn't recall exactly what the Lament was, though. He shook off the memory and tried to command the system to open all the prison doors.
There would be a dull 'click' as the shields around the cells were shut off, and the physical doors slid open... causing numerous people to poke their heads out nervously...
"What's going on?"
"Should we rush him?"
"I think this place is under attack...."
The former crew of the necromancer certainly had some questions
One of them stepped forward. "What do you want with us? Leave my men alone..." Kovac said stepping foward and blocking the path towards the rest of the crew. "They did nothing wrong, leave them out of this!"
Corgan remembered they wouldn't be able to recognize him. He tried to talk to them, and at first it sounded like a dying cat. He got the hang of it quickly though. "It's Corgan with Ragnarok. Wazulie put my ST data in this ugly damn body. I guess I'm here to cause some damage, so I might as well rescue you guys too. More people more damage anyway."
He looked around for more guards. Everyone seemed to be busy dealing with the attack for now, but they would be coming soon. "You guys see anything important looking on the way down here that I can blow up?"
There certainly didn't seem to be anyone else nearby, nor had anyone been let out of their cells long enough to have a look around. The only area that the crew of the Necromancer would be familiar with was the lift that took them from the enemy ship down to this cell.
"No we didn't, but we sure as shit aren't leaving without casuing some damage first." Kovac turned to the men in the room and began to bark out orders. "Everyone that can fight, follow me! The rest of you help get the wounded ready to move!" He turned to Corgan. "Let's tear shit up, sir."
Corgan nodded. He felt like a big wet fish with wings, and he was ready to get into a human body again. The eight foot tall Seraph body he was riding in walked down the hallway looking for things to smash or shoot.
As Corgan walked, another figure emerged from a seperate holding cell, his face had a big bandage over it, but Kovac and the crew sprinted past Corgan's Seraph body and towards him.
"Boss!"
"Captain Werner!"
Werner turned and smiled. "Hey guys... ya miss me?" He said, his hand pressed against the bandage. "How did you guys get one of the big, tall and uglies on your side?" Werner asked looking up at 'Corgan.'
"The Osman princess with Wazu in her head put my ST in this thing. Not much time to explain, but I'm here to blow shit up. I don't think Uso knew you guys were here." Corgan explained. He was getting tired of explaining already. "It's Corgan." He could vaguely remember meeting Werner a couple times.
"I'll try to get you guys out of here safely. I think Uso is attacking this place. We should get out of here before she kills us all trying to turn the building into a crater."
Werner nodded and looked up at Corgan. "Thanks for the save Corgan. We owe you one." He then looked back at the others. "Let's go! We are getting out of here."
The lift itself was designed for handling heavy cargo, and was easily able to fit all of the Necromancer's crew. It would take them up to one of the docked ships in the pit, opening out into the main loading area. M3 mecha were busy heading towards the fight deck to take off... and the security crew of the ship seemed quite distracted. There were no more seraph's around and the only defense were a handful of technitions armed with tools.
As the crew reached the docked ships, Werner looked around and saw a Lich carrier dry docked. "I think we found a ride." He turned to Corgan. "Wanna help us steal a new carrier Mr. Corgan?" He asked as his crew rallied behind them.
Corgan could only think of the mission. Every time he thought of something else his mind started to wander back to the mission. "I'm sure we can cause lots of damage with one of those. Let's do it." He answered.
An overwhelming urge to kill the technicians in a myriad of terrible ways struck him. He thought it would be wrong, but he felt like it would be fun. Instead he managed to shoot at them with his rifle and miss on purpose. "Get out of here!" He growled at them, baring his shark-like teeth.
Werner and his crew charged down the boarding tube. "Take the bridge and engineering." He ordered as the crew began spilling onto the ship. "Kovac take engineering. I will take the bridge." He turned to Corgan. "Let's go big guy."
Corgan followed right behind Werner. "Stay behind me, this body can take a lot of punishment." He said, walking past him and onto the ship with his rifle held forward. So far he didn't think he had actually accomplished his mission.
When Corgan and Werner reached they bridge, they found.... that it was empty. The raised control room looking out onto the fight deck of the carrier and providing them a great view of the battle going on outside. The center of the pit was in flames, and Alex's U-1 was flying overhead. Though this ship's guns weren't moving, there were two other carriers docked at the pit, their point defense weapons starting to come online and fire back!
"Shit, get the weapons online! Helm fire up the engines!" He ordered as he ran around to get the ship moving...
