JP between Wes and Rhysis
YSS Eucharis
An explosion rocked the Graxlat base as the shuttle slammed into the middle of it, creating an enormous fireball followed by a thick black smoke cloud. A wave of dust came rolling out from the crash site. Workers were stunned, and Rixxikor began streaming out of tunnels like angry ants, only to find themselves in the middle of a literal disaster area. Inside the hangar where the Eucharis was being held, the Graxlat sawing into the airlock doors with an aether cutter stumbled and fell on his side. The cutter switched off automatically.
Inside the ship, Itto Hei Becker looked to the others, who were gathered for a fight. He was dressed in DAISY M6 armor with the helmet in one hand. "That must be our signal," he said. "Everyone ready?"
The Marcus clone took only a few moments to gather the necessary supplies from what had been brought from Ayenee.There were no traditional weapons. That would do nothing to stop him from preparing with what he did have. He easily assumed that the other crew members would be gathering together. An entire ship being hijacked was easy to notice. The problem Marcus had, was that he had no idea where they would be gathering. Beyond that, he was completely unaware of the additional clones. Still, he literally promised himself, and he would make sure to follow through on the promise.
When he left the confines of the cabin, he began to seek out the other occupants. He had to be sure he was cautious. Rushing would most likely only serve in getting him killed. With slow, stealthy and methodical movements, he crept through the corridors. It would have been easier if he knew who he was looking to find, but he had only met a few of the crew members. He had to be careful. Thankfully, he did find them. Being contacted as early as he had gave him the necessary time. After searching part of the main passage, he finally entered the cargo bay, and put his hands up immediately. He was unsure if they would expect him, and a fight with the remaining Eucharis crew was the last thing he needed. The explosion rocking the ship had good timing in that regard.
"Call me Marcus. You can count me in on the fight, too."
"Activating weapons," Charisma's voice came over the intercom. Outside of the ship, the anti-fighter quad turrets came to life and started tearing up the hangar. Anyone standing in sight of the Eucharis was ripped to shreds. Fires erupted and shrapnel flew as the ship's guns ate through the area like buzz saws.
"Go!" Mango ordered, as the airlock opened. She shot the unfamiliar alien in the face and left him lying there on the platform next to the aether cutter. "Stay in the ship's vicinity. We don't want to leave her unprotected," she said. "Marcus, can you go find the others?"
"Seems easy enough." Was his response.
Marcus ran out with the others, but quickly took a side route, turning away from the hangar to find open ground. A crowd of short, fat, troll-like creatures were running to investigate the site of the explosion, accompanied by taller, skinnier bug-men. A smaller crowd seemed to be turning back to see what had just blasted its way through the hangar doors. Neither of the two types of creatures looked to be all that hygenic. And, neither would be successful in stopping him. His counterpart had told him that he would remove the alpha block on his modifications when it became necessary. That was akin to removing the governor on a car, only this restricted physical and mental capabilities in a man who was more science experiment to his father than he was child. Thankfully, the clone Marcus had no such need to go so far. He was fresh. His modifications had never been used. There was no damage to recover, and the quick work he made of the few Graxlats nearby proved it. He truly hated being responsible for ending a life, but there were times when it was necessary.
The commotion he caused drew more attention, but there were Eucharis crew members not far off, and they were armed. They would draw a fair amount of attention themselves. Marcus took the few seconds he had before Rixxikor and more Graxlats came upon them to look around. The floating humanoid shapes would have been impossible to make out...if he had regular eyes. For him, the figures of two humans and a group of Nekovalkyrja dangling in the air were easy to make out. He turned to Mango and the others and pointed. "Here they come now!"
Marcus grabbed something from inside his shirt. It looked like little more than a marble. He threw it against the ground and it lit up brighter than a magnesium flare, then rocketed nearly a hundred feet into the sky. He knew, if nothing else, Marcus would be able to identify the signal. They wanted their ship back, and he planned on giving them just that.
