Thread: An Eclipse of Corruption (Vuxayl x Cricket)

Xayun was still laying on the ground with his hand grabbing his chest when Karilel sounded her command, and as he lifted himself up from the floor he could hear the rattling and crackling of a couple of weapons being aimed at him. He barely had any time to face them upright, much less to grab his own weapon and stand his ground. He almost forgot whatever he was thinking about when he felt Karilel's grip on him, her raw strength surprising him to the point he felt he was being held on by something akin to an industrial clamp. Being a machine, she wasn't that far away from being one, but it was still somewhat intimidating and he twitched an expression of surprise. When he once seemed to have the situation under control, now he was completely vulnerable. He wasn't going to let it get to him, though, and he returned her a hostile stare that he tried to make as strong as her grappling of him. He briefly looked at Karilel's crewmembers behind her, and he could see some of them aiming their sights at him, red lasers flickering in the darkness. He finally replied to her question, his gravely voice with a hint of anger. I came here to settle things right. You've probably read the details of past missions in this sector, right? Well I was here before. That excuse of a ship we've spent the last hours turning over? We were looking for it. And the crew. And then this new mission comes up, and I knew I was right all along. Xayun lets himself calm down for a bit, before continuing. We were denied... uh, denied to search this planet for any signs of that ship, the Kanayago. He glared intently at the Laut'Haler as he pronounced the last sentence. And apparently I wasn't 'qualified enough' to come here on official transportation, so I decided to pay a little unofficial visit instead. I wasn't going to be kept out of this operation. Just in case I needed to be more persuasive, I happened to rig your ship's engines to blow up. Which, he thought, worked exactly the opposite of what he intended. I attached the detonator to my vital signs... he said, massaging his chest where the two pieces of the broken device were, pushing the skin of his suit towards his body until their outlines were faintly visible. ... and thanks to this... rockslide, or whatever it was, it triggered. Took out your engines and with a bit of luck, your communication modules as well. Xayun briefly peeked at the dark, gaping hole above them, from where they'd fallen through, and sighed. Some of the freelancers pointed their guns at him as he explained the situation, while the others were baffled with what was happening. A short silence followed Xayun's words, and one of the freelancers pointing his gun at him spoke in a nervous and panicked voice. Wait, what? You blew up the ships?! We should just fucking shoot you! He anxiously rocked back and forth with his weapon steady and aimed at his chest like he was ready to attack him, and Xayun started to feel the pressure himself by now with all the barrels pointing at him. The other freelancers, and even some of Karilel's crewmembers, didn't seem to think much better of him. I landed my ship in here too, and that is enough for us to at least get some help. But now, we're stuck in this fucking... whatever this place is, and that's the main priority. The fact that his ship was an added reason for him not to be shot on the spot helped him ease his anxiety. We just need to figure out where are we and find something in here to help us climb back to the surface, and then we can all get out of this place and come better prepared. He spun his head around, looking at the other crewmembers. ... and I'd appreciate it you all could stop pointing your guns at me. That's not gonna take us anywhere. The freelancer from before made some frenzied motions in the air, like he wanted to stab Xayun with the barrel of his rifle.