(I'm about to introduce a little more chaos for my characters. Muahaha!
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A strange vessel had managed to land some distance from The Cursed Pride undetected. Part of the reason was, that while at the Space Bar, the crew of The Pride had become someone relaxed. While there was some chaos every so often, compared to what they usually faced, they felt they had little to worry about. At this point in time, they were wrong. They had much to worry about.
Morgan and Andromeda had been reminiscing over an old photo album showing the happy life they had been leading before their lives were changed. Suddenly there was a sound and Morgan jumped up.
"Something is wrong," Morgan said. "Stay here."
Andromeda stood, but stayed where she was while Morgan drew a weapon and raced out to see what was happening. Why wasn't there an alert from a crew member? What was wrong? When Andromeda heard Morgan cry out and grunt, she began to panic, but managed to keep a level head.
Quietly as she could, Andromeda recalled an escape route that Morgan had told her about recently. She took advantage of this to get off the ship, she had to get help and fast.
Racing back in the direction of the bar, Andromeda came across Silver and Parker.
"Something's wrong!" Andromeda cried desperately. "Someone got on the ship! I don't know how but I think...I think Odysseus needs help! Please come back to the ship!"
"There's no need for that," came a calm voice. The voice belonged to a tall, rake thin man with graying hair and sharp eyes.
Behind the man was a group of CG soldiers, and in the middle was Fletcher, Asda and Gaz. All three had their hands bound and were looking somewhere between angry and depressed.
Gaz was sporting a small head wound plus some bruises, but the two soldiers behind her were sporting that plus black eyes, bloodied noses and a number of bruises. Gaz hadn't gone down without a considerable fight.
Morgan was there also. Aside from his hands being bound with strong chain behind his back, there was also a length of chain around his horns attached to what was binding his hands. In other words, he was bound like an animal.
"You can't imagine how long we've been trying to track you down," the man said. "So this is where you've been all this time. A questionable bar for riffraff like yourself hidden in an anomaly."
Then the man turned his attention back to Andromeda and smiled cruelly. "Ah, the Mrs, I presume. I recognize the good doctor's work anywhere."
Morgan snarled and tried to launch forward, but the chain attached to his horns was yanked back. Then what could only be a shock stick of some kind was jabbed savagely into Morgan's side. He cried out as he fell to his knees.
