Thread: We Make Our Own Fate (Alvis&Rania)

Roan nodded at her words. You heard the lady, start the evac. Get everybody off this tub, and get ready to shove it into the singularity. Squad A, you'll stick close here with me and the professor. There is not a lot of room for error in this here, so let's make sure we do this right. He ordered. There was a small chorus of acknowledgements, and Roan put on his helmet for a moment, letting the HUD come up and him check the movement of his people. Everyone was tagged, he could track them, and since they'd been on the ship for awhile, he had a rough outline of hte schematic available. He could see points of light moving off from whatever they were doing, and heading for the Fateless . But one point of light just wasn't moving. Roan sighed, and shook his head. Keep working, I gotta go handle something. He told Verity, his voice carrying the mechanical edge from the vocalizer in the helmet. He left the bridge, heading into the ready room off to the left of hte main console. The door hissed shut behind him, and he could faintly make out a muffled crying. Roan rounded a corner, and found exactly what he'd known he was going to. One of the bridge crew, a younger woman, maybe mid twenties, and she was bleeding from her shoulder. There was a knife through it, pinning her to a desk. And she was mostly undressed. Roan swept his eyes over the room, finding the source of his signal, the point of light that hadn't been moving. And he saw exactly who he thought he might. Lijah, the fuck do you think you're doing? Roan asked. P-please... The woman gasped. Lijah looked over at her a moment, and then back to Roan, only to find that the Captain had advanced very quickly. An armoured hand caught the smaller, much mroe wiry man under the jaw, and carried him tot he wall. Lijah gasped at the impact, hard enough to crack a rib. Listen well here Lijah Cuu. You will get your ass back to the Fateless . And if I so much as see your weasel face for the next week, I will put a bullet in it, am I clear? Lijah gasped, squirming in his grip, but managed a nod. Roan all but threw him across the room towards the door. Lijah pulled his pants up, and did them up, before bolting. Lijah was crossing the bridge, when he caught sight of Verity at the console. He slowed his pace, sizing her up. It was very much like a predator sizing up his next meal. He almost moved towards her before he caught sight of the squad that was arrayed around her. He knew better, and took off towards the nearest airlock. Help...help me. The woman whispered. She looked at Roan' helmet. Did you come for me? Are you...death? Is it over? SHe all but begged. Yes. It's over. Roan said to her as soothingly as he could. He reached to the small of his back, tapping a med-kit release. He felt a syringe of painkiller drop into his hand, and came back around with it. It contained a huge dose, meant to be slowly administered to someone on the battlefield. Roan overrode the limiter, and simply dumped the entire dose into her system. Her eyes rolled up, and she passed out. She would be out cold for hours, and dead before morning. Granted, they were throwing the ship into a singularity, so she'd be gone much sooner. But there was no more mercy he could grant her now. He went back tot he bridge. Progress? He asked as he came towards the console, removing his helmet again.