A Rainy Meeting (Deathstalker & Lavaske)
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				Title: <strong>A Rainy Meeting (Deathstalker &amp; Lavaske)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 23:36:39</strong>
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				Sharyana Tesare came to slowly, her head still spinning from the blow she had received earlier. She was drenched from head to toe, due to the heavy rain that had been falling steadily for the entire day. She had crashed here just a few hours earlier and in the resulting collision, had gotten herself banged up pretty bad. She was laying on her stomach, but now she rolled onto her back and tried to wipe the mud away from her face. As she tried to sit up, a sharp pain went through her left thigh. Having looked at it, she saw red blood welling up from a long wound. <br><br>Damn. She was on a non-human planet, her ship had crashed, she was soaked and it rained. At least the knowledge that she still had her guns, kept her mood a bit above complete fury. While she could have walked with this, it still needed to be bandaged properly and it would be a bitch to move around. She had to, however, so that she could find out whether the cops had survived and how intact their ship was. Maybe she could cobble something together from the wreckage and get off this god-forsaken jungle rock. It took her half an hour to drag herself to the remains of her ship and start looking around. <br><br>Her emergency kit had survived, and there was also dry food with water. It would last her three days. Now, she hoped that the other ship was in shorter range than that. Besides, who knew what kind of critters would be around? Of course, it could have been worse. She could have been transporting goods that could not be contained in a nifty little package. She had been on her way to the Sheridene Sector in order to trade the jewel she had to a cult of gem-worshipping little green man, who would have paid her generously. Now that had to wait. Sharyana took care of the wound, then shouldered the pack and tried to pull herself up. <br><br>It was slow and painful going, especially as the jungle was thick and muddy, the latter thanks to the rain. There were times when Sharyana had to pull out her knife and simply chop through the vines with it. She was being pushed to the limits of her endurance, but she kept on going. She had to. To stop would mean to give up and wait for death. She had never been the one to wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Rainy Meeting (Deathstalker &amp; Lavaske)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 00:41:41</strong>
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				Magnus dabbed his forehead with a rag, then twisted it into his spare canteen, squeezing out a few small drops.&nbsp; There was running water here, but there was no way to tell whether or not it was safe to drink.&nbsp; He was on a foreign planet, with foreign parasites and foreign diseases.&nbsp; His immune system, in its weakened state, would be no match for whatever lay waiting in the crystal clear stream.&nbsp; For the time being, he would have to conserve what little he had, up until he was rescued, or until his arm had healed.&nbsp; <em>Or until I'm eaten.</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>Lord knows what sort of creature lives on this planet.</em><br><br>Magnus already had a few hints as to the local wildlife, he had seen footprints larger than his head, and long thick claw marks scored what few trees could be found nearby.&nbsp; He was very happy to have his rifle slung across his back.&nbsp; Worst came to worse, he could always defend himself.&nbsp; If it came to better, he might find himself something to eat.<br><br>"ksxxstsh- Mayday! I repeat - ksskts - going down - kxxst -"&nbsp; The radio transceiver in the cab suddenly roared to life.&nbsp; "I'm taking - kxxsht - I repeat -"&nbsp; And as quickly as it started, the noise disappeared.&nbsp; Magnus looked up just in time to see two streaks of black smoke darting across the sky.&nbsp; Quickly he leapt back into the cab of the six wheeled truck, and drove off towards the smoke.&nbsp; <em>They aren't too far.</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>Good.</em><br><br>When he arrived, his heart sank.&nbsp; A large grey hunk of wings and thruster lay smashed in the ground, the foot thick glass of the cock pit had shattered, sparkling the surrounding area like diamonds.&nbsp; The pilot of the craft, wearing a bright green officer's uniform lay half in and half out of the craft, his legs inside- his torso several yards away.&nbsp; Magnus sighed, and grabbed his radio transponder.<br><br>"This is Captain Magnus Odessa, of the Mars Fleet Bullfrog.&nbsp; I've found your pilot, on the surface.&nbsp; I'm afraid he's already dead."&nbsp; He paused, there was no reply- not even the slightest crackle on the radio.&nbsp; "If you can hear me, please respond."&nbsp; There was no response.&nbsp; "Listen, I've been here for eight weeks, trapped!&nbsp; Please respond."&nbsp; No response.&nbsp; "Fuck you!"&nbsp; He screamed, slamming the radio down.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; He said, picking the transponder up after a few silent minutes.&nbsp; "I'm holding my position by the craft for the next few days.&nbsp; It would be nice to have a pickup."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Rainy Meeting (Deathstalker &amp; Lavaske)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 15:37:16</strong>
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				Sharyana had been hacking through the increasily annoying vegetation for an entire hour already when she heard a crackle in her comm unit. The tiny earbud buzzed and made some weird noise, but the woman stopped immediately and listened. Who was it? The cops? She listened to some of Magnus' message, but it was hard to make out, so that she only picked up a few words. At least it was enough for her to understand that whoever was down on this planet, it was not the cop at least. But then again, with her luck she'd find somekind of an idiot willing to take advantage of her condition. That kind of shit tended to happen more than one wanted to think about.<br><br>However, the message had given her a direction to head in. The woman sighed to herself, took a sip from her water bottle and then continued on her way.<br><br>After a while Magnus could hear the bushes rustle and someone...slashing through the mess that called itself a jungle. Various curses were thrown out in quite a loud, unmistakably female and irate voice. 
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