'hya'salia has suffered massive damage to her spine, her nervous system has ...'

'Open fire lads, open fire!! Issac, the lass is badly wounded, cuttin down the myron to size, but it'll take a while until we can find the meat, sah'

' shhh... stay with me little hya'salia, your almost there...'

'will she be able to walk until her clones are finished grow-'

'do whatever you can to extract those survivors, the se'terra is nearing the e-'

'no... as of right now; she's dead wei-'

'open your eyes hya'salia....'

'...my litle girl'

'OPEN YOUR EYES!!!'

Over the last few days the only two places he had been were his quarters and the med ward. He had been spending most of his time fighting with his nightmares, and when he grew tired of struggling with his demons he would check up on Hy'salia. She was still sleeping but Noah had heard whispers throughout the ship about her condition. For some reason he felt responsible.

They said she had finally woken up, but when he arrived she was still sleeping. Quietly he sat down in the chair next to her bed. He leaned forward, elbows on thighs and hands clasped together. He stared intently at the floor, almost as if he stared hard enough he could wake up from this nightmare too.

Someone speaking his name shook him from his thoughts.

GÇ£Ah, dhedus arvumaa (little sparrow) you are awake.GÇ¥ The words he spoke were a mix of intaki and napanii, gentle but happy. Noah spoke without looking up from the floor. As he lifted his head up to look at HyaGÇÖsalia his eyes were blank and unfocused, lacking recognition, a gentle smile on his face.

A moment later a wave of recognition moved across his face. His eyes sharpened and the smile on his face quickly fell.

GÇ£Heard a rumor you had woken up. Figured I would see for myself.GÇ¥ He did not bother to mention that he had been checking up on her for the last few days, or that he felt responsible for her injuries. Jester was slowly unraveling, turning into an emotional wreck. He kept telling himself it was because of the guilt he felt, but he knew that was not the case.

GÇ£From what I hear you put on quite the air show in that dropship.GÇ¥ His ever present grin returned to his face. He never saw what she had done, he was too busy running for his life hopping that those in the dropship provided a distraction long enough for him to get aboard the ship. Not that anyone else needed to know that.

Thal followed behind Junko closely. One hand on the back of her wheelchair, the other on the hilt of his blade. He smiled down at her as the elevator door closes. His smile faded to a sad frown.

"Cale's gone..."

Refugees of the Se'terra, this is Captain Hya'salia. briefing will commence in 5, if you cant make it, then make your way towards the communications section of the Portside cargohold. those who can, i hope your not afraid of a little claustrophobia

Marcy giggled and walked slowly up to Calt. 'I heard a rumour that you hate your father,' she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'I have a proposition for you, my dear. My father, is rumoured to be alive.' She started to caress his cheek and whispered into his ear, 'Kill my father and yours will suffer the same fate, no one will ever know.'

Marcy

"You f*cking b*tch!" Marcy shouted, aiming her scrambler pistol at Hy'salia. "This conversation didn't involve you. Now open the doors and let me get on my way!"

"I don't need to kill you," Marcy said. "I can still cause you pain, cause you to squirm and bleed! I'm good at that, making others bleed!" She laughed.

"But, I will hear you out, for now. But that's only because you have more brains than the rest of these f*cking sh*theads." She then holstered her pistol.

"continue making our way towards the armory for briefing. and do hurry your asses up"