<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pandora</span></span><br/><br/>Pandora breathed out in relief as the man pulled up. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. No longer burdened with fear, Pandora laughed. She felt crazy, but from pure solace she laughed then raised her deep blue eyes to meet the man's. He seemed kind enough, that much she guessed from the look of his eyes.<br/>Pandora opened her mouth to speak then realised something: the Lance were still chasing her. Should they find her she would be dead, as would anyone helping her. Blood quickly draining from her body, she was growing more desperate by the minute. Her eyes reflected this; intense fear, an almost primal need to survive.<br/>â€œYou need to drive as fast as you fucking can,â€ she told him and briskly slipped into the Runner next to him. She took up little room and thus didn't make the situation claustrophobic. â€œLook, you can't imagine the extent of how sorry I am for being this rude, but if you knew the whole story you'd understand why you have to drive.<span style="font-style: italic">Fast</span>,â€ she added, clamped her hand onto her left arm wound once more. It was still bleeding as openly as it had been previously, nor had her other wounds slowed down any. By her count, she had five; her arm wound, by far the biggest, one on her right leg, a rather small abrasion on her left side, a gash where a bullet had grazed her right hip, and a puncture wound from being hit with the shotgun butt on her right shoulder. She was in poor shape, but she ignored the pain at that moment. Pain was weakness, and she had no room for weakness when it was a matter of life or death.<br/>Listening intently, Pandora could hear voices in the distance. They were getting closer, almost there. This guy would have t book it outta there if he planned on avoiding any stray bullets lodged into his body cavity. Pandora flinched when she heard a gunshot coming from the direction the Lance were in. It was something along the lines of a warning shot, followed by excited yelling and howling. They acted like this was a sport.<br/>â€œI really am sorry,â€ Pandora said, â€œand I understand how you can be mad at me for this; being all bloody and asking you, a total stranger, for help, but you're pretty much my only hope. I<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>your help, sir, and I hope you can forgive me for this impertinent intrusion of your privacy.â€ She really did mean those words, more than anyone would ever guess.<br/>Dusk had faded to nighttime and the moonlight shone on Pandora's pale skin, making it almost glow in the areas where no blood darkened her complexion. The splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose were nicely contrast in the dim glow of the night. She had short black hair that was almost boyish but fit her perfectly in a way. In the gleam of the planet's moon she would've looked stunningly gorgeous if she wasn't painted with blood on most of her exposed flesh and frantic with fear and shock from the events which had just unfolded.<br/>The voices grew louder, louder until Pandora could almost feel them reverberating in her head. The men were getting too close. Looking up to the kind soul who had stopped for her, her eyes issued a silent plea for him to help her. She was terrified that he would simply get angry and kick her out and she was almost to tears mentally begging him not to.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Tsura</span></span><br/><br/>Tsura had almost dozed off when she began to hear yelling and guns firing not far from where she was. Damn it, again? She was irritated at first before she realised that her memories were only of her vision and now it was the<span style="font-style: italic">real life</span>version. Tsura found herself running in the direction of the noises and was disturbed when she looked down to her feet. The very pattern of her steps was eerily familiar. Some days Tsura felt she would never get used to those damn visions.<br/>Once she found the same rocky bluff Tsura slipped herself between the familiar boulders. She looked down to see that Jove had followed her and hid his little Skag body around Tsura's feet. Jove was a good little pup, especially for a formerly-wild Skag.<br/>Tsura looked out from the large rocks as the yelling grew louder. From the things that were being yelled, she could tell that the pursuers were Crimson Lance officers. Tsura wasn't exactly a fan of the Lance; they were douche bags. She didn't, however, much approve of poaching either. This decision was going to suck...<br/>Her mind was racing as she thought of all the possible outcomes of each decision. She could save him, he could thank her and be on his merry way and everything would be alright. Or she could help him and he could turn around and kill her. On the other hand, she could leave him there to die and regret it for the rest of her life. She could let him die and find out that along with poaching he had committed multiple counts of murder. Weighing the good and bad in each would be a lengthy thought process...<br/>Tsura didn't have the time luxury that would require. She saw the man run into her line of sight and knew what was coming next. If her vision was rightâ€”which they always wereâ€”he would then run up to her and begin speaking to her frantically. She had to decideâ€”<span style="font-style: italic">fast</span>.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Lilith</span></span><br/><br/>Lilith looked through the selection of ammunition and grenades from the vendor in Fyrestone. She bought SMG ammo; she was low on it. She needed some grenades, too, since with the modifications she'd made on her grenades she used them more often. The prices were always rising... damn inflation.<br/>Gathering her things and exiting the menu, Lilith began searching through the shields and healing kits. Pfft, like she'd need to heal ever. None of the shields looked good and from experience she knew none of the weapons in the gun vendor were any good. Lilith was done with the store and walked away.<br/>Since it was growing dark quickly, Lilith knew she would need to find a place to stay for the night. She walked into the main part of town, looked for someone she knew to inquire about somewhere she could rest for a while. No one she'd ever me appeared to be outside, and examining further she saw a woman sitting on a bench who appeared to be watching passersby. Well, that was kind of creepy.<br/>The woman seemed suspicious, different from the rest. Lilith decided to watch her, make sure she wasn't there to cause trouble. Lilith didn't know why, but this girl seemed... Too secretive, a little too... Shaded? That seemed an appropriate word for some reason. That was an odd description.<br/>Lilith walked nearer to the woman, kept her peripheral vision locked on her. She waited to be noticed, wanted to see the woman's reaction. The closer she got, the more strange this lady looked. She was exceedingly pale and had long black hair. But the oddest part about her by far was... her eyes. They lacked irises, lacked pupils. They were blank. What... was she?