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RP: Bloody Claws (Bloody Claws) First Period - The Beginning and Arrival

Hallway

Normally, a bomb might go off when its kicked or some other force is applied to it; but when the kick came so to did the bombs safety systems which engaged to prevent it from going off... of course this didn't stop it from being knocked off its base and being thrown down the hallway where it slid across the floor - leaving a black skid mark - and taking out the feet of a terrorist who had been in another one of the ships many side rooms, whom had come out to see what all of the noise was about.

The bomb then continued onward until it slammed up against the far wall and detonated. The detonation would knock anyone else in the area off their feet, although no air was sucked out due to a containment field that activated just seconds after the explosion. Through the wisps of smoke everyone would notice that they weren't over the ocean anymore... as there were now buildings outside.

Ra'chels strikely, luckily, missed the two who were involved in the fracas, although the same couldn't be said about the terrorists who were now lying on the ground with missing limbs or deep cuts across their bodies.

Cockpit

"Another explosion!" shouted the second co-pilot as the head pilot continued to fight controls. "We are crossing into Ne'ushae airspace!"

The head pilot didn't say anything but kept his eyes on their gradual descent. "Runway is six kilometers to our east, adjust heading by .56, inform the grounds crew that are coming on hit."
 
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Hallway

As most of the terrorists laid bloody and broken, a few attempted to get up - using whatever strength - or limbs - they still had. A couple groaned, but most seemed to be out permanently. The hallway looked like it had gone through a war, there was blood everywhere, broken wall panels and ceiling tiles were strewn about everywhere; smoke continued to bellow from the hole made by the explosion but it was quickly beginning to clear - giving off the more evident conclusion that they were indeed not over the ocean.

The building that could be seen appeared to be those of the cities harbor district, an area located outside of the cities main walls; this scenery would change seconds later as the ship passed over the wall with only a few feet to spare - everyone would feel a sudden tingling sensation come over there as they passed through the cities defensive shield. "Everyone back into the main cabin!" someone could be heard yelling from the opening that Ra'chel had created.
 
Bu'lla looked between to two disembodied arms he was holding up, involuntarily shivering as they passed through the cities shields and dropping them awkwardly. Rubbing the fingers of his hands against each other he stared out of the hole in the back as it went from oceans to buildings, and the aircraft was flying between them.

"Guy might have a point." Bu'lla shouted to the others over the wind.

He turned and scurried towards the next cabin to grab a seat and ride out the landing.

"Also, the cockpit is that way!" he said pointing in the other direction where Ra'chel had just come from.
 
Ra'chel gave a rude guesture as she continued her way towards the bridge of the ship, once she had cleared her way through the intruders. Her two sword dripped blood from the intruders to the ship. "I wanna be on the ground now! The service is crappy! This ship is falling apart and the Council will hear about this!" She was yelling. "I am, bloody! Been thown around like a rag dolly! I demand to be placed on the ground where it is a lot safer! Not on a piece o junk!"

She was in fine form, stalking up the corridor towards the bridge of the ship. If Kata, her joined family sister, could see the carnage she left behind would be scared or would do a full court press to recruit her into the Youth Corps. Or be drafted.

Reaching the closed door to the Bridge of the Ship, Ra'chel banged on them with the hilt of her swords. "Let me in you cowards! I demand to see the Captyain of this flying pile of Debris! Now! Not later! But Nowwwa!" She yelled at the door.

She didn't even feel the City's Defensive shields as the ship had passed through. She was focused on gaining access to the bridge. Her hair moving in the currents of the air.
 
Cockpit

The second co-pilot briefly glanced at the door upon hearing the pounding with an arched eye-brow. "Looks like we have a skittish passenger," he said over the sound of the ships internal alarms, before turning his attention back toward his console where he glanced upward toward the above console panel and flipped a number of switches.

"How are the engines looking?" demanded the head pilot, whose hands were firmly on the controls.

"Portside engine is operating at only sixty one percent, remainder are at ninety."

"Reduce power to portside to ninety percent, lets keep them level. How far from the field?" asked the head pilot.

The second co-pilot pivoted in his chair as he examined the navigational map. "Less than four hundred meters and closing, tower reports that emergency crews and militia personnel are on-scene and will board upon landing."

Nodding his head the pilot triggered the ships internal comm. system. "All passengers and crew please take your seats, we will be landing in just a few moments. Please remain seated after landing so that emergency crews and military personnel may board and treat the wounded and sweep."

"Let the tower know that we do not need the crash system in place, we have sufficient thrust and control to bring her in normally," said the head pilot as he banked the craft, causing anything that wasn't secured down to come rolling or clattering to the ships right hand side. If anyone was looking out the windows they'd notice a flurry of militia craft that were swarming around the ship, there was even a fire-fighting drone that was actively extinguishing the fire that was on the ships starboard side and seemed to be keeping pace with the craft even though it was flying at almost six hundred kilometers an hour although this speed was quickly bleeding off as a number of breaking thrusters engaged.

Along the ships undercarriage a set of landing gear extended outward from the hull, and began to glow a faint blue as the internal gravity plating engaged.

"Coming in, tower reports that our speed is a tad high," reported the second co-pilot as he pulled the throttle back until their speed was just above a hundred kilometers. "Breaking thrusters engaged, our landing path is lined up, you are clear sah."
 
Outside the Cockpit on Ship::

Ra'chel went tumbling when the ship tilted. She gave a yip at getting nicked by one of the blades. She scowled and put them up in their respective scabbards. Oh another complain against flying for the inconciderate pilots. She let loose another string of complaints and was even gonna sue the airship company that owned the ship.
 
Bu'lla meanwhile calmly strapped himself into one of the seats and patiently waited with one of the miniature drinks and packet of snacks he'd palmed from a destroyed handcart. Someone had to keep their head in this mess.

"She's going to love what happens next..." He muttered, waiting for the brakes to turn on.
 
Sylik wrapped his arms around Ra'chel's waist and brought her back to the main cabin, nonplussed with the whole situation.

"I think they had a reason for this flying, since they were assaulted by god-knows-what-group," he said, defending their pilots.
 
The craft flew in low over the spaceport, unlike the space ports in other cities, this one lacked an orbital tower - probably because it wasn't located in a spot that would allow it to be tethered to the still being constructed orbital ring. As the ships captain eased the wounded craft in, he would occasionally glance at the holographic tank that showed their slow descent toward the landing runway. All around them fire-crews piloting remote drones were dealing with the fires that were sparking along the ships outer hull.

"Ease her in slowly," said the head pilot as he pulled the stick back to ease the nose upward a little, his eyes were focused exclusively on the holo-tank which also displayed their altitude and the range from the various buildings around them.. which fortunately, were no where near high enough to present a problem. The landing gear was the first indication that they'd touched the ground, as people would near the tires that were inside of the gear suddenly touch the metallic surface of the runway.

As the ship began to slow, the head pilot reversed the ships gravitic engine to ease their speed down even further - until they came to a stop right atop of a large pad, not a moment later did the pad suddenly stutter as it began to descend into the bowels of the spaceport. Those inside the ship would notice that the fire drones continued to follow the ship as it descended one hundred feet down into the spaceport, until it came to a stop in a very large and expansive hanger bay, which had numerous other transports, of course they'd also notice a flurry of militia soldiers waiting for the pad to come to a stop.

Outside a boarding ramp rolled up to the transports main entrance and no sooner had it did several militia members, all varying in age, came flowing into the craft and instantly moved toward the rear - medical personnel followed close behind and instantly moved toward those whom were the most obviously injured.

"Any injured please speak up!" one medic, a Daur Kit who looked to be around fourteen years of age, spoke up - she wore a white bodysuit that had a medical emblem on the side and was carrying a small medical kit. Behind were trodded a My'leke, who wore their races version of the body suit and carried a much larger medical kit on their back.
 
"A better question would possibly be to ask who isn't injured." Bu'lla replied calmly. "I think that kid has a broken arm, and the one he's restraining has a bad case of Crazy."

Emptying the tiny bottle into his mouth and standing, he made his way towards the exit nonchalantly. Clearly still bleeding from several cuts and gashes, but there were others in far worse condition behind him. He stepped down the ramp easily, his tread slightly heavy before stepping onto the platform and taking a good look around the hangar. He looked suitably noble, maybe even a little heroic if he wasn't short with lack of age, but this was quickly dispelled as he proceeded to eat a crisp out of the snack packet he had swiped before the landing, chewing contently as he watched the hustle and bustle with interest.

What no one could see was his own adolescent mind trying to wrap itself around what had just happened on that flight, or the strain it took not to fall into a quivering pile of fur and nerves. Also, these crisps tasted bad. Bloody Daur food.
 
Flight: Ship

Ra'chel was taken back to a seat by Sylik, as she screamed injustice of all this nd howshe was gonna never fly again. Specially with this company again. She was a simple student going to a new school far from home. But she didn't fight Sylik. Soon she was seated and secured., stil muttering her greivance, pausing once it sunk in the ship was doing a conrolled landing. Looking at Sylik, "thank you," in a soft voice.

Hanger/ Ship::

Once the ship came to a complete stop, seeing the flood of soldiers and medics coming aboard, She took off her swords and began to replace them in their weapon roll like before. ra'chel stood up and followed Bu'lla off the ship. A shower and change of chlothes is all she wanted atthe moment.

~~Maybe it's safer being in the Youthcorp!~~ Ra'chell thought, then missed her family sister Kata. She would've been the heroine and kicked those bloody intruders off the ship! But for some odd reason, Ra'chell was a non-conformist and liked the high fashion, not the wearing of the same style clothing as the others. "Dman you, Kata!" She muttered, looking lost as a medic grbbed her for treatment from all the blood and torn clothing from the Dervish fighting style she added to what she had been taught. Making it even deadlier. "Why you go end up missing?"

Ra'chel answered the questions as she was being treated, being very descriptive in her report to ad nausium, then some more. She left nothing out, except the name of her main fighting style, for she would be drafted if they found out of her abilities. It was okay for Kata to know as she was under the thumb of the Youth Corp and the military control.
 
Inside

Apparently everyone had forgotten about poor Aka'ashe'na, who hadn't had time to get into her seat and was now stuck under a pile of bodies - bodies that were the work of Ra'chel. The young kit just laid there, staring straight up at the ceiling, not moving as she felt the ship lurch a few times before coming to a complete stop. "Ummm..... help!" she called out when she heard the sound of boots clattering against the floor. "Someone..... get... these...things... off... me!" she shouted.

Outside

The hanger bay was bustling with activity right now, not just related to the transport that had just arrived which Bu'lla and Ra'chel had gotten off of, but also because there were a large number of students getting off 'other' transports as well.. and it wasn't hard to miss that some of these looked to have also gone through their own hell. One of the transports, situated right across from where the trio was presently standing was missing several of its engines. Another, to his right, was minus a cockpit and instead had what appeared to be another ship attached to its top.

Their ears would then pick up on a conversation happening close by, coming from a group of students who wore the same uniform as that of Aka'ashe'na, although they'd have to get closer to really hear what was going on due to all of the other noises going on.
 
Sylik had his attentions drawn to Aka'ashe'na after the ship came to a rest, slowly hobbling down the hall to where she was. He could feel all the bumps and slams from the ride beginning to wear on him now that the adrenaline wore off. Treatment of his wrist could wait a little longer, he thought, finally reaching the girl.

"Hm. . ." he mumbled, tugging at one of the bodies with his good arm. It was unsettling, sure, but that's what they were trained for. He grabbed a rod that was once a handrail and stuck it underneath the pile, then braced it with his shoulder and pushed. The pile shifted off of the girl, just enough for her to move out.

"Please hurry, this is hurting my neck."
 
Aka'ashe'na didn't say anything as she rolled out from under the bodies, thankful to no longer have that kind of weight atop her - it wasn't exactly good for her. Once she was fully clear she stood up and smiled at Sylik. "Thank you," she said and looked over at the medics and soldiers, one of which was walking toward them.

"Are you two ok?" the medic called out.
 
Hanger Bay

Ra'chel looked around at seeing everything happening. The ships that had been hit by the pirates or terrorist. Then it hit her. She was a stranger in a strange place. She stood there with her pack and weapons roll, watching wide eyed at the chaos.

She wanted to get cleaned up and a change of clothes as she felt icky with the drying blood of those she had slain. She looked around and majority of those in the uniform like Aka'ashe'na, were gathering quickly as a group. Leaving those that didn't have school uniforms to fend for themselves. She looked at her packet of papers that gave her instructions. But for now she just milled about the area, staying out of everyones way.
 
Hangar

Bu'lla did his best to look bored. It wasn't hard. He just kept a passive eye on the proceedings and waiting for something obvious to turn up. His eye twitched as he remembered the half dozen knocked out terrorists or so tied up in the bathroom. A group of students in the same militia uniform as the runty daur that had followed him around were nearby.

Their conversation didn't interest him, really. He just couldn't help to overhear as he approached.

"Oi." he said simply. "Just remembered, I tied up some of those terrorist scum in one of the bathrooms. Mind the mess, not my fault."
 
A bit aways from where Ra'chel and Bu'lla were standing, a group of militia soldiers were gathering along with a number of heavy equipment including a few light tanks which had rolled into the bay through several large doors.

Students mingled about the area, but the militia was quick to have them clear out. This was because, just a few seconds later; the ceiling suddenly shifted as a set of doors started to slide open. Beyond it, flashing blue, green, and red lights cast into the bay.

Through the opening appeared a passenger liner; heavily damaged, with parts of it clearly exposed to the outside. It was being lowered into the bay through a series of very tough tethers that were attached to an unseen ship, Ra'chel would recognize the ship - despite its damage - as being the one that had attacked the transport she and Bu'lla had just been on.

On the roof of this liner were Militia soldiers who walked about its surface despite the ship being in motion, through some of the openings people would notice terrorist soldiers on their knees with militia behind them making certain they didn't flee.

"Keep it clear!" one of the bays personnel shouted when students began to gather up once again out of curiosity.

"Looks like the navy managed to capture one of the attacking ships," Bu'lla would hear one of the She'na Academy students say; the student - female - looked in his direction. "No doubt those you left alive will be instrumental in helping us piece together how this was able to happen," she looked down at her pad and tapped it.

An older looking Laibe suddenly came running over, wearing a red uniform with an emblem on its arm that had a picture of a ship and people around it. "Hey mah! We have other ships coming in, please have your students head to Terminal E, we need to clear this area out."

The student smiled and then looked across the bay, she then tapped her pad which caused a holographic 'barrier' to appear around where she and the others stood; the barrier was a strip that glowed with the words 'She'na Academy gathering area', the girl then took in a deep breath. "All She'na Academy students please gather here!" she shouted, this was accompanied by holographic signs appearing across the bay to help guide students to their respective gathering points, or, if they were just residents who weren't enrolled in any of the cities schools - to head to terminals.
 
Ra'chel scowled at seeing the terrorist ship being lowered into the big underground facility. She just moved with the rest of them to get out of the way as directed. Just as she was about to head out into the terminal proper, Ra'chel spotted a Female Laibe putting up a holographic barrier announcing the school she was going to be part of. She moved in that direction, joining the group of the others.

She felt shy as her best outfit was soiled with blood and was probaly making a bad impression with the others. But it couldn't be helped. She just wanted to get clean and put on fresh clothing. She just hung back and listened. Where the She'na Academy group went, she tagged along at the rear.

As much as she heard about the She'na Academy and wanting to go there. Now she wanted to be around familiar people that she knew and looking forward to the school and her school friends. With Kata gone and still no word from her as the ship she was assigned to, had arrived back in port without her.
 
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Bu'lla watched the ship come in passively, one ear tipping downwards obligingly for him to scratch it with a loose paw.

"Well, clearly not as helpful as before, now that you have an entire ship full of them." He said as he looked down at the suddenly emerging barrier in front of him. "They must have left the wimpy ones on the ship."

His ear flicked back up to its normal position and he looked around. His numerous cuts were starting to drip on the floor, which caused the boys mouth to turn.

"I think I might need some bandages. Who has some clothes they don't mind being torn up?"
 
The student looked at her companions for a moment before looking back at Bu'lla. "There are some extra cloths on the bus we'll be boarding shortly, but...." the students brought a backpack around, a pack that no one probably had noticed because its coloured closely matched that of their uniform. They dug into the pack for a moment before pulling out some clothing that was fit for a Laibe, and handed the folded clothing to Bu'lla. "Here," smile the student.

Aka'ashe'na stood on the ladder that lead own from the transport; her eyes surveying the hanger bay floor closely and then fell upon the grouping of students from her academy.; her clothing was torn and bloodied, it was much to obvious that she'd been through a fight. Once on the bottom her eyes spotted a series of buses coming into the bay, each one she knew was assigned to a specific group of students and would be taking those students to their respective districts.

With her hands tucked into her pockets, she strolled over to the group; her eyes flickering once over back to the transport as crews unloaded baggage... baggage that seemed to have gotten through this whole ordeal undamaged.

A group of Militia soldiers could be seen walking around the bay, as they neared the She'na group one of the soldiers stopped when they noticed Ra'chel and motioned to her companions to keep going. The soldier wore the typical gard of a Youth Corp member, although there was some obvious modifications done to it; the soldier walked up to Ra'chel and looked the girl over. "Your name wouldn't by chance be Bush'tail Ra'chel?" the soldier asked, shouldering her rifle.
 
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