It was absolute chaos the moment Beep blasted through the shell of the hemosynth tube. Gel-like liquid oozed and belched onto the floor with deep '
thworp's and pieces of the glassy crust of the tube crackled and fell from the weight of the liquid against their previous damage. They strained, and the Neko inside fell slowly, but remained standing with her eyes closed as if frozen in space.
In the meantime, there was no end to the shouting and carousing. Amidst cries for people to get back and snarls of protest from Cloudheart, or Domicile's eagerness to step close to the eater of worlds, it seemed Phase was the only one who conducted herself calmly. Thonmir the elf smiled brightly in lieu of her assistance and dashed out of the tube with alarming speed for his clothing and equipment with a mischevious smile.
"No, no!" Cloudheart stamped her feet and threw Alistair's arm from around her, then uselessly shoved the power-armored marine before breaking off into the nearest corridor at a high jog. "Get your hands away from me, you insane little boy!"
On top of it, amidst the noise and fury, the entire ship shook and her lights flickered in a pulse as the engines were shut down and the power system recalibrated its distribution to make up for the sudden lack of draw.
Then, she awakened.
Bright blue eyes cracked open behind the wreckage of the transparent metal tube. Beneath a flowing field of golden hair pressed tight against alabaster skin by moisture, a chest heaved for what seemed the first time in eons. The Nekovalkyrja in the hemosynth tank pressed a hand against the tube and swept it open slowly with a serene expression, slowly stepping into the cold air of the hangar with her toes pressing softly against the tile slowly before her heels. As she emerged from the ancient hemosynth tube, knife-shaped ears twitched and those deep blue eyes focused on those arrayed before her. There was a look of calm calculation upon her strong features, and she introduced herself.
"I am Joto-Heisho Ilsa Skjoldsvulf." Her voice cracked, throat still clearing out the fluid she'd been submerged in. "I serve the Grand Star Army by the will of Emperor Uesu."
Suddenly, Ilsa seemed to catch on and looked around herself once more with renewed vigour. "You are not my captors? No, you don't look of their ilk..." Smiling softly, Ilsa walked with her bare feet patting the smooth floor and laid a hand over a trunk resting on a table that'd been set next to her hemosynth tank. Despite her nudity, she strode shamelessly through the cold air. "Be that the case, I shall find my captors presently-- for tread they heavily upon Helvegen; the path to the underworld."
Within the case were impliments of an army decades out of use. Looking down at the bodysuit, cloak, plasma pistol, and beefy war axe contained within, Ilsa began the work of braiding her soaking mane.
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When Eli shoved into the engine room behind Halcyone, he found unconsolable chaos awaiting him. The gas release, having coincided with the power fluctuation, had left a mist hanging in the air and fusion technicians were stumbling around in fits of hacking and coughing. They couldn't see Eli or Halcyone at all, didn't even seem to register the door opening. One even leaned against him for support unknowingly for just a moment before collapsing onto the floor in a hacking heap. Just touching the edge of his sight, for only the slightest moment,Eli caught sight of a pair of eyes watching him from behind the visor of a breath mask. They didn't bear down on him agressively or flinch in fear. They simply returned his gaze for just a moment's hair before turning away and fading into the fog.
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Thaddeus Elway's voice crackled over every channel.
"I am in the elevator shaft. Thermal recon indicates thirteen men one deck above the insertion team, they appear to be gathering weapons and preparing for combat. There is one individual on the same deck as the insertion team, interacting with something on the wall. Miss Cloudheart is in a parralel corridor from him, but their paths will not intersect. Finally, there are twenty six men in the deck below the insertion team, boarding shuttles. Some are in powered armor, but they seem intent on leaving. Elway, out."