[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Was it a battle...or a slaughter? The was no skeletons or ex-owners to said blood, not even anything that looked like an assailant. Just blood, all over the entrance of this airlock and beyond. A dark trail leading off into the blackness indicated that the deceased were being drug off however long ago this occurred.
The clicking started to grow in tempo and range as her droids flew off into the darkness of the ship. She could see that the halls had been damaged quite a bit by something large, it appeared-atleast in this section of the ship. Multiple little bulges were also protruding out from the walls as the scan continued through the ship. Also there appeared to be dips in the initial scan where the ventilation shafts are, like most of them having been destroyed.
The clicking seemed to be moving now to her, it went from the floor to the wall to the ceiling. It was moving, whatever it was. She could feel a sudden change in the air-it had suddenly become warm. Out of the corner of her eye she could see something jab out at her from the darkness!
[member="Harli Hayes"] [member="Reno Jendir"] @D'vok Windroamer
D'vok was wise to draw his blaster. No longer than it took Olan to get out of sight, the foul machines started to make their presence more known. They weren't as shy as Olan made them out to be, they would come into the dimmest part of the light and snap their claws at the occupents in 'their' ship-to just meld back into the shadows. Like they never were there in the first place.
Why would they show themselves like this? Were they warning them? Were they plotting something?
'THUNK'
Looking up they could see one had purposefully fallen atop of Olans ship! Where there was little light, its tail jabbed out with that horrid spike at the end towards the others, not fully able to reach right now-but a hazard all the same.
Reno could hear something then moving up behind him. Rapid clicking sounds. Its their legs! The claws on the end were making the sound! Turning just in time, he could see one trying to reach out with one of its gargantuan claws to try and grab his leg!
Harli on the other hand was the most in the light-and it was like the machines couldn't even see her. A perfect time for her to shoot something. Or whatever devious plan she could come up with to deal with these scorpi-droids.
D'vok wasn't as lucky right now. One of the machines came charging into the light to try and tackle him out of it!
FIGHT FOR YOUR LIVES!
@La'kuus Quelin
From her position on the floor she could feel the vibrations of those things moving around in the room with her. Felt like three or so. And of all things, she could see in the darkness, the light reflecting from the super-charged map-the eye of one of those things staring...right...at...her.
One of the smaller beetle-scarab like machines slowly crawled its way across the floor at the edges of the light towards her ship. Like it was drawn to it.
A little whine came from the ship she rode in on as another of those tails whipped out of the darkness at the far edge to jab into the ship and retract.
For now the ultra-bright map was keeping them at bay, as it covered about the same space as her flare did-and reached out just a little further...
Not all that far from La's position, Olan was having his own troubles...
Ragged breaths were all Olan could manage as he continued to run...or what would now be considered a fast jog. The pain in his ribs was starting to get him-and he just had to outrun a small horde of those scorpi-droid things. That ever present clicking sound just following him now.
Reaching a hand to his ribs, he could feel the armor had gotten a slightly liquid-feeling to it as the sealant broke for his wound, and the bandage was flooded with his own blood. Turning his rifle slightly from its dangling position on his body to look at the way he came from down the hall, he saw he was leaving a little blood trail. And lo and behold...
...more scorpion machines. They reeled back and covered their large eye as the light hit them, packing themselves back down the hall and away from the light.
A small growl escaped his lips as reached into his jacket and pulled out a caff-suge pack and threw it in his mouth. Chewing on it. Hopefully he would get a small burst of energy from it.
Then a explosion happened down in the bowls of the ship. It was in the direction of the comm signal of La's.
Looking frantically down the hall he realized how much further he had to go. Making a quick check of the flares he had left, only three...and the big light. His pistol had a light, and the rifle. So they could make it back...if they were quick.
Another explosion happened this time though...but unlike before-it being actual explosives, this time it was his body. His right shoulder hurt immensely all of the sudden.
"AAAGGGH!"
Looking to his shoulder-the spike of a scorpi-droids tail stuck out of his shoulder. Fury enveloped the young man at this point. Following the tail to its owner above him, he turned his rifle upwards and emptied the entire cells worth of blaster shots into the black machine.
"DIE YOU KARKING PILE OF BOLTS!"
As its broken body fell to the floor, the tail dragged him to the ground with its body. Not exactly the smartest moves on Olans part.
Gingerly he took his pistol out with his right hand, making sure to not move his shoulder much, he blaster the tail off at the spike. Not daring to remove it-as he knew he was going to die from bloodloss at this point if he did so.
The clicking was getting closer...pace faster.
With a scream of agony, he lifted himself from the ground and ran. Pistol in his left hand and comm in the other now, the spike sticking out of his shoulder like horn...coming out of his shoulder.
Louder...the clicking was louder.
Running madly into the darkness, only the light on his pistol now to guide him.
Heat, he felt heat.
Something clicked inside him.
Duck...
With no further ado, Olan listened to this feeling. Ducking down just as one of the black scorpi-droids flew up to try and catch him, only to smash into the wall with a ear piercing shriek of metal against metal.
Still he ran. Nothing had ever felt this alive for him now. Something...changed. He felt like he was running on the wind, carried aloft by powers unknown.
It felt good.
Flying down corridors now as fast as he could, adrenaline dumping itself into his body and making the pain die down.
Another explosion came from further down the halls. He could even see a little light.
"La!?" Olan shouted, continuing to run.
Jump...
Olan jumped as he felt it, that feeling again. One of the machines tried to tackle him again, and he just sailed right over it-but its tail tried to stab him mid air.
Thankfully he had his pistol out. A single hipfired shot managed just to hit the tail-splitting it from its owner and making it fly off into the darkness harmlessly.
Once his feet hit the durasteel again, he was off. Close. Very close.
All he could hear was his heart beating in his chest like a army of drummers. Eyes flicking around with the light to find his way across the debris of years past, to find what he was looking for.
There...
Olan stopped as he saw the entrance to what looked like a gunnery or munitions room. Those scareb-beetle droids layered the floor, dead. A single electro-pulse grenade on the ground not too far away, broken into several pieces as it exploded.
"LA?!"
