Chaos In My Soul

[Seraph Sin]

He awoke from his head pounding slumber, unsure where he was or remembering how he got here. It was dark with a red light dimly lighting over his head and only a small bit out from him. In front were bars, and on the side were durasteel walls with no way to see what was beyond them. His jacket was missing, along with his weapon. Seraph tried to get up but his rips hurt to even try, at least his hands were free. What seemed to be hours passed before there was any sign of life around him. The sound of boots clicking against floor echoed throughout the room. Two men in what he would assume were the norm for spacer clothes stepped just within reach of his tiny red illumination. It was hazy, his vision, something he had not noticed was a thing before.

Concussion. He thought to himself.

"A'ight, move with your hands towards the bars, we're almost at our destination." The larger of the two ordered.

Seraph still wasn't sure what was going on, no idea what kind of ship he was on, or what the right move was to make. With a heavy sigh he moved backwards to the bars with his hands behind his back.

"E-e-easy, a few of my rips are cracked. Can't b-b-breath good." This was all faked, there was no anxiety. For whatever reason, Seraph never felt much anxiety when in danger, instead he was a bulwark of calmness. It came naturally. Granted, the rip part was true.

When the man grabbed his one wrist to cuff him, there was a slight flick of it. The large thug went flying backwards, smashing into the wall by an unseen force. Quickly spinning, Seraph reached out grabbing the other man's neck with that same unseen force. He was unable to move, his body being crushed slowly.

"Unlock my cell now, or I'll crush every bone in your body..." Seraph was now ordering. His vision was still blurry, but he didn't need to see to sense the men's positions.

With slow movements, the man unlocked his cell, letting it swing slightly open. Seraph sent the man flying into the wall like his companion, both now knocked out. Letting out another sigh, Seraph made his way out of the cell, checking both left and right. The right side ended with a wall, dead end. The left moved to a set of stairs that went up. Next to those stairs was his jacket, and his belongings. Luckily, they had left his shard around his neck. To most it would have seemed has just jewelry anyways, but it most certainly wasn't.

Quickly, Seraph moved to grab his wares. Sliding his jacket on, and holding the saber in his left hand, Seraph moved towards the stairs. As far as he could tell there was actually no other beings on board. In fact, as Seraph moved up the stairs, he realized just how small the ship was. It lead to another hallway with the right leading to a large room and the exist hatch and the left being the cockpit. Moving to the cockpit, Seraph had no real idea how to fly the ship.

"Knocked out my pilots, great."

But he was able to read the screens with some ease. According to the some of the screens, autopilot was activated, sending a code for docking permission. Apparently they were in Unknown Region, heading to a construct. In fact, if Seraph looked up the large construct was already clearly in view.

That's no moon. He thought again.

The ship was already in position ready to dock, whatever was about to happen, Seraph knew he was in a world of trouble.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Seraph Sin"]​

Scherzade was pacing back and forth. In the small amount of time that had passed since their escape from the Outer Rim and complete and utter defeat on Zonju, she had still not seen her sister. She had not a single word from her sister either – and that was the truly worrying thing about it. Discordia had promised her that her sister would fine, but Scherezade trusted no one and nothing when it came to the safety of her loved ones. Parts of her were ready to fly back to the Coalition zone just to kill everything in sight until her sister was returned to her.

And so her access to ships was temporarily revoked. Discordia promised that once the Blood Hound calmed down and she could be certain she would not try to make a suicide mission out of it, her usual freedoms would be returned. Scherezade had broken several duraplaster walls with her bare fists in reaction to that. No one could calm her down in that time. A few had tried. Those few were now in the infirmaries.

For the past hour, Scherezade had crawled through air ducts and vents, passing through the caverns of Eve in the attempt to get to the control rooms. She'd even succeeded; the unconscious techies in the corner of the room would be able to attest to that. But her thumb was not enough. Her eyeball was not enough. The security measures in place were successful at keeping her out, and without the ability to reach out to her slicer friends, she couldn't do it on her own.

She was ready to punch the damn controls when she noticed the ship that was coming in. It was an unknown ship; the systems did not know its registration number, but from the info that came in, it was small, and speedy.

Had Madalena managed to escape?

Rising from her chair, Scherezade bit her finger to get it to bleed, and write S O R R Y in big bright letters on the screens, for when the techies would wake up. A moment later she was gone, speeding away on her unicorn speeder towards the dockyard, ready to intercept whoever or whatever was on that ship.