OOC [OoC] Miharu Discussion thread

The trip through the Mishhuvurthyar ship was almost downright nightmarish. The Mishhu had apparently a fetish with leaving the corpses of their preys in display and the ship smelled like it... but it wasn't only that. Slimy gunk with a will of its own rested in the rounded alien passageways, clinging to them and hindering their progress, though their guides assured them that the ship's defense system would refrain from lashing out on them. The environment itself was downright stressful in it's foreigness, with tough, chittering bugs occasionally buzzing by their heads with little to no warning, their little chewers clacking in anticipations.

The group from the Sakura emerged from the hangar room inside one of many of the vein like passageways inside the Blrakkrashiverinth-class battleship. The passageways segments were occasionally ribbed and their composition seemed soft and somewhat moist and fleshy. A whitish, slimy substance coated the lower half of the passage - the Mishhuvurthyar itself floated above it, but the Sakura crewmembers following along had to step through it: the stuff seemed to agressively cling to them, forcing them to struggle through. Hanako, Jo and Kosuka could float above it, but Sigurd and Nyton had to trudge through.

On the wall crawled one of the newly recorded bug-like Mishhuvurthyar type, which eyed them hungrily, it's chewers moving as if it already anticipated the pleasure of sinking them in their flesh.

Nyton recorded the events on his memory backup so that he could remember the way back to the shuttle should things go awry. The muck seemed to enjoy tripping him and a few times he had to reach for Sigurd to help pull him through some of the tougher patches. He realized that a whole new level of disgust towards the Mishhu was beginning to develop inside his mind. As he looked about he wondered just how effective his weapons would even be in such an environment.

They were led through a confusing network of corridors. Sigurd gave Kosuka a confidant nod once - a silent message to assure her would be able to track their way back if necessary. The scent of old blood was cloying and all pervasive and the lighting was diffused and uneven: there was no direct source of lightning so much as light apparently coming through the walls themselves the same way as a flashlight would shine through one's hand.

More of the bug-like Mishhuvurthyar swarmed around along with the maggot wormy types squirming through the sludge, forcing Nyton and Sigurd to be cautious with their steps. Luckily, nothing had felt inclined to take a bite out of them as the type 1 Mishhuvurthyar led them on.

Finally, the Mishhuvurthyar led Hanako and her group to a wider antechamber which was surprisingly devoid of slime, though there were a few slimy tracks which led to a sealed room beyond. The Mishhuvurthyar interpreter type, the one whom named herself Melisson, came forward to greet them. "Taisa Hanako." She smiled stopped before Hanako - the pink red-head was actually quite petite and close to Hanako's stature. "Welcome aboard."

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Doshii Jun said:

Blagh, hell. Sorry Kyoki! Will edit! I wanted to get a post out for Fred.

The answer will be a very, very kind and understanding "no."

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Doshii Jun said:

"Hei-san. ... Rin-san." Yuzuki was much easier. "Support Mara-Shoi the others. Hoshi must be here for us when we return. The best justice we can deliver in Miharu's memory is surviving this battle. Survive for her. Understand?"

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