((Thanks for the info Parker....I've never played Halo before.
j/k j/k XD No but seriously I have ODST on reserve and I'm looking forward to Reach.))
Ossanlin relaxes a bit as he thinks. He couldn't think of anything right off-hand that was strong enough to withstand the Hunter's full strength. Perhaps if they sedated him...they could put him in the small med-bay in the Mirage...but that brought forward the problem of moving the massive being...he doubted he and Alic could move the Hunter, even if they could he would not be restrained from action.
<I appreciate the offer peculiar human. I need to move this being.> He whipped his tail to point at Asmodee the Hunter, as if he could be talking about anyone else. <Your artificial shell appears to be technologically advanced, it apparently lent you enough strength to withstand a full re-entry sequence without a pod. I need to restrain him in the med-bay on my ship to....heal him.> Ossanlin thought the word "heal" covered his intention quite nicely.
One stalk eye watches the strange group including the heavily armored human, he can't help but admire the strange human's katana, slightly similar to the two he carries at his sides, but his main eyes never leave Asmodee, and his other stalk-eye watches Aliciania. He still has enough room in his mind to process his thought that she is quite pleasant to look at. <<Be wary, we do not know this creature or what his intentions are.>> He gives the slightest twitch of his head to indicate the new human. <<I think it best to keep your tailblade where it is, but be ready to move it if necessary.>>
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Seran
Seran's ship powers toward the fleet. "Sir, the attacking vessels do not appear to be following us."
"Track them! I don't care how you do it, just track them!" All the officers are at a loss as to how they might track Myitt.
Seran glares at nothing in particular for a moment before opening a wide-band transmission to all Yeerk ships. "Whomever ordered this strike without my presence will be left in a locked room with his uncontrolled host!"
Quietly one of his officers informs him that many ships near the moon sustained heavy damage. The corners of Seran's lips tug up a bit, his grimace becoming a dark smile that never touches his eyes. Seran continues his wideband transmission. "He is a fool. Had you simply waited until I arrived, this would not have happened! In fact, those ships you see on long-range sensors are under the command of the notorious rebel pilot Myitt! If you had waited for my arrival, they'd have jumped straight into a trap and we could've easily extracted the location of the secondary rebel base! Now they are out of range and jumping." Seran quiverred and everyone took it to be barely-contained rage, that much was partially true, but his shaking was also due partially to relief. He could almost thank the rebels for whatever type of explosive they had set off for the fact that it bailed him almost completely. This nearly excused him of any fault.
"I see that the fool who commanded you against my order has already suffered some punishment. If he survived that impact wave, he'll wish he hadn't. The Council has no room for his ilk. Their wrath shall travel no farther than him though, I shall see to that. We will regroup at the primary rendezvous and repair damaged ships. Those with functioning tractors, tow those poor ships that were too close. We'll salvage what we can. Take heart in knowing that the fool who lead you against my order will be dealt with for all those brethren we lost today." Seran cut off the transmission.
"Sir, two Skrit-Na craft are jetting toward the rebels at maximum speed pursued by bug-fighters!"
"What?! Dispatch three wings at once and pursue! Capture at least one of them alive!" Fifteen bug-fighters, five in each wing, soon launched from Seran's Blade-Ship and gave chase to the fleeing craft, though they were inevitably behind the others that were already in pursuit.
