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[Terenia]

"What?" Terenia asks, looking completely baffled. That wasn't at all what she had been expecting Corliss to say. "What do you mean, Myitt died? If she died wouldn't she be...you know...dead? Dead people don't come back. Dead is dead."

She was about to ask Corliss another question when Mar cut in. She favors him with a suspicious look. "Ossanlin is fine," she says, "We are helping him. You're not needed."

[Myitt]

Corliss glances back at Terenia hesitantly. 

"Yes, dead is dead.  At least that's what I thought.  But from what Tara says...well, you likely know the process of death and decay in our people.  Tara says that Myitt died, and..."  He clears his throat.  "You know.  Her body vanished.  Withered away into little tiny bits of Myitt-dust.  But they brought her back."  He looks back at Mar accusingly, speaking a bit more loudly this time.  "If I believe nothing else, it's the fact that Tara remembers all this as well that startles me." 

He shakes his head.  "No matter.  We need to find Ossanlin's weapons and then I need to make sure Myitt isn't going to get 'erself offed again."

[Terenia]

"That's...uh...different. .." Terenia murmurs.

<It is impossible.> Efaen offers.

<No duh. Didn't you hear me say that two seconds ago? Corliss seems pretty freaked out by it, though. Maybe it's best to just avoid Mr. Napolean for awhile.>

<You did attempt to decapitate him.>

<He deserved it.> Terenia says, although she cannot for the life of her remember what he had done to enrage her.


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Trey, on the verge of unconsciousness, finally manages to find the hatch. He pushes it open manually, throwing all of his weight against the broken hull. The smoke has made him weak, though, and he can only crack it. Fresh, clean night air whooshes in through the opening and Trey falls to the ground from the effort, breathing and hacking at the same time.

The smoke, finally having a place to go, begins to billow outward into the night sky. The fire, sensing fresh oxygen, shifts towards the door where Trey is barely hanging onto consciousness.

[Myitt]

"Come 'ead, let's get those bloody katanas," Corliss says, trudging along ahead through the forest.  His tone is irritated but not entirely without a bit of snide humor.  "I hope you know where you're going, because I bloody don't."

[Chad32]

(Is Tamora going to respond to Cody?)

Temrash was a little bit put off by being ignored, though it was true Oss was weaponless. He'd just follow behind them until they got his stuff back, and wait for an answer.

Claxter went to Oss' ship, but no one seemed to be there. He continued searching.

[Terenia]

((Whoops, sorry Chad. Totally missed your post!))

Tamora considers Cody's post quietly. For someone who was kidnapped she certainly has quite a few people offering to help her. First the bounty hunter (who, admittedly, came with a price. One she has not paid yet, a thought that has not escaped her), then The Director, and now her fellow prisoner.

"Visser Two," Tamora says thoughtfully, "He has a human host, correct? That would be a nice change. Besides, I'm not sure I would survive returning to Visser Three without Zorish." her voice cracks slightly, "He isn't exactly the nicest guy around."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin holds up both hands as he continues into the forest.  <Mar is indeed my friend and whilst I do not agree with some of his...methods...he has every right to be here.  Can we please just have some peace...?  Apparently I almost died just a couple hours ago, I'd like to have a few moments of peace if possible...I would just like to get my weapons, go get a drink...and have a little heart-to-heart with Tamora.>  Ossanlin follows Terenia as she leads them through the forest.

[Terenia]

"Tamora?" Terenia's head snaps around at the mention of her sister's name, the rage that she had been doing so good at suppressing flaring back to life. "What do you want with her?"

[Myitt]

Corliss looks up at Terenia again, unsure of how to handle her sudden and vehement anger.

<Listen, mate,> Mike says, <just because you care about her, doesn't mean you can't help her when she's like this.>

<You care, as well.  Help me, then.>

He looks at Terenia, holding her shoulder gently.  "Terenia, please.  It's all right, your sister can't harm us now.  Neither can Mar.  Let's focus on getting out of here.  Okay?"

[Terenia]

Terenia is about to shake him off, but his hand on her shoulder seems to send a different kind of shiver through her - one entirely opposed to anger. Her brows draw together in confusion as she finds herself actually listening to him and backing down.

<Well, well,> Efaen says coyly, <Looks like Corliss has found himself a trained puppet. I wonder what he will use you for.>

[Myitt]

Corliss turns to face her and gently holds on to both of her shoulders. 

He nods, searching her eyes.  "Sound like a plan, then?" he asks, barely above a whisper.

[Chad32]

"Visser Three has an awesome sick mind. But yeah, Visser Two has a Human host. He's a real fanatic about the Empire. easy to get along with if you act right around him."

[Terenia]

"It sounds..." Tamora hesitates, "like a possibility. I doubt Visser Three would be pleased if I ran off with his superior, but if I could have my safety guaranteed, then...well, it sounds like the best option I've heard all day."

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Terenia's stomach erupts into a flurry of nervous butterflies when Corliss forcibly faces her. Despite her initial instincts she finds herself nodding in agreement to his request. What is going on with me? she wonders, When did I turn into such a...a...

<Lovesick human?> Efaen offers.

<Yeah...> Terenia replies absently, bewildered by her own response.

[Chad32]

"I can't guarantee anything. Sukohn is at the bottom of the barrel, rank wise. I can't even really guarantee he'll help you get even, though he'll likely take you on his ship. He's nice enough not to let you rot here with the Andalites."

[Myitt]

Corliss nods, and hesitantly, reluctantly, draws away from Terenia.

"Hey," he says, peering down at the glint of metal on the ground.  "I'm not entirely sure, but I thought that grass wasn't supposed to shine like this.  Ossanlin, I may have found your weapons."  He kneels to pick up the cloth cris-crossing sheaths.