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[Terenia]

Tamora lets out a little shriek of terror as she is lifted.

"N-no, please! Please - please - please" the endless litany continues to pour out of her mouth in concordance with her tears.



Terenia is about to respond to Mike went faint thought-speak interrupts her.

<<It is Ossanlin!>> Efaen says unecessarily, <<Perhaps he will put an end to this rebel madness.>>

"Don't count on it," Terenia mutters. She gives Mike an uneasy look. "If Ossanlin needs me, then it can't be anything good. He's never called on me before, so I have to imagine that whatever he wants, it will be unpleasant." She glances at the Yeerk Pool that contains Corliss. "You can stay here, with him. But I - I've got to go."

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora pauses, her bare toes curling against the gravel ground as she cranes her neck upwards to watch the ship that was coming in. Disregarding it for now, she continues to make her way towards Corliss's ship, peering in the open hatch as she approaches. "Hello again," she calls to Terenia and Mike--who she assumes is Corliss--and steps inside, setting down the heavy pallets just inside the doorway.

She has only heard the last few words of their conversation, but it is enough to indicate that Terenia might be leaving, something which certainly does not make Tora unhappy.

Straightening, Tora stretches her arms in front of her then folds them across her chest, using her thumbs to rub her sore forearms. "Are you still feeling well, Corliss?" she asks Mike, concerned about what they both might have inhaled on her ship.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver looked to the floor when Fletcher's name was said. She stood next to her Father and followed him out to where Fletcher would rest. She had something special for his burial.

[Chad32]

"What is all that yelling about?" Temrash said, hearing Tamora screaming. He walked over to see, and saw an unfamiliar Hork-Bajir holding Tamora or Terenia. Judging from her state, and the fact that she wasn't demorphing, he guessed Tamora.

"Is Oss." Jagill said.

Temrash walked up to them. "What is going on here? Put the poor Human down, Ossanlin."

[warren_bearclaw]

Carson, Charlotte, Lennan, and Antonio followed the crew off of the ship. Even if they'd never known Fletcher, they still wished to pay their respects to a man willing to sacrifice all he had to defend those who couldn't defend themselves.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Al grinned when Rayker agreed to play, dealt him some chips, and then dealt the same amount to Salem and Mar as well. He knew he could at least get Salem to play if he just kept pressuring him. "Whites are worth one Credit, reds are five, blues are ten," he said. "Ante is one. Who's in?"

Salem rolled his eyes at Al and continued to ignore the poker game. "Constant change is part of being mortal," he said to Mar. "If you ask me, though, what you're calling 'humanity' is overrated. I guess," he shrugged, "it all depends on your perspective. So... I take it there's no chance you could teach me to fly like that, then?" he asked with a smirk.

At that moment, he caught sight out the window of Hunter's ship landing. He frowned. "That thing almost looks Exorbin... this place really is a universal nexus, isn't it?" He turned away and leaned back in his chair to watch the poker game.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin looks over at the form of Jagill, furrowing his brow.  <This is no concern of yours Temrash.  I'm carrying her because she cannot walk.>  Ossanlin swings Tamora over his shoulder, not entirely softly, but still careful to keep her clear of his blades.  He proceeds to carry her like a sack of grain towards the woods...he felt a slight pull...a tug in that direction.  He thought that perhaps it was Terenia, and he didn't want to stand there and wax philosophical with Temrash, not at the moment anyway.  <Our business with her is almost done, but there is one other thing that we must do first.>  He then mutters quietly to no one in particular.  "Then we'll put this mess behind us."

[Chad32]

Temrash decided to follow Ossanlin. "I'm coming with you. I don't know what you're planning, but I'll be a third party to ensure fairness in judgement. I believe I've seen the girl act fine on her own, and she'd probably find the ability to walk if you let her calm down."

[Terenia]

Terenia looks up in surprise at Tora's entrance, glad that she had decided to return after Jagill had already interrupted them.

"I'll be back," she says, none too kindly. She doesn't want to leave Mike or Corliss, and something still seems slightly off about Tora. But that is another matter for another time. Right now Ossanlin needs her, and there really is only one thing that she can imagine would bring the Andalite to call for her. With a grave expression she brushes past Tora and descends down the ramp. Her bare feet squish into the dirt and she realizes that she left Myitt's boots and uniform on the ship, along with her weapon holster, vestiges from when she had demorphed to speak with Reven. No matter. She would have to make do barefoot and in her morphing outfit. The loss of her weapons concerns her, but she trusts that Mike will watch them for the moment.

She stands at the bottom of the ramp to the Skimmer, her eyes scanning the shipyard for some hint of where to go.

<<Ossanlin,>> Terenia replies, stretching her thought-speak as far as she can. She almost chokes on his name, not used to using an Andalites true name in lieu of profanity, <<where are you? I am in the shipyard, near Corliss' Skimmer.>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin turns towards Terenia's thought-speech.  <<I am emerging from the woods, I will make my way towards the shipyard.>>  Ossanlin huffs as Temrash decides to tag along.  If he spoke up for the girl, he'd be responsible for her.  Ossanlin continues to stride towards the shipyard, using his tail to keep balance with the human over his shoulder.  Eventually he spies Terenia and continues to walk towards the morphed controller.

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora watches Terenia step outside, gazing idly into the shipyard as she rests her arms. When she sees a large figure approaching, she squints, trying to identify it. Soon it becomes evident that it is not one, but several creatures, including a Hork-Bajir that appears to be dragging an unwilling human.

She steps backwards towards Mike with a frown. "Who is that?" she asks uneasily.

[Gaz]

(Hey! Hunter's back! If he's outside, my group is about to bury Fletcher who recently passed.)

Morgan, Gaz, Asda and Andromeda all stood outside the ship next to an open grave that was recently dug. Inside it was a container that had been rigged for use as a coffin. On the coffin in large letters, someone had taken a piece of metal from the engine room, Fletcher's second home, and engraved:

FLETCHER VODRAN
MECHANIC ABOARD THE CURSED PRIDE
RIP

A headstone had been rigged up with the same inscription.

For a long moment no one spoke. Then Gaz stepped forward and took a deep breath.

"Fletcher was my cousin," she said, "he was older and always looked out for me like a brother. He made his mistakes in life, but his last act was the bravest thing he'd ever done. Jerk never did pay me back for trying to steal my ship."

[Myitt]

Mike nods as Terenia steps out of the ship.  Just like that, their little encounter was over.

He looks at Tora, then out at the Hork-Bajir and the small crowd the creature has accumulated.

"It's Mike, by the way, Tora," he replies, unlimbering his Dracon.  "And I don't know who that is.  I don't like the look of it, either."

---

Myitt cranes her neck at the sound of commotion off in the trees.  A human female's voice...undoubtedly Tamora's. 

<Now do you feel guilty?> Tara demands.

<Ossanlin won't hurt her,> Myitt replies, but she sounds doubtful.  She heaves a sigh, then starts walking in the direction of the noise.

[KitsuneMarie]

"Oh, Mike, forgive me," Tora gives him a small nod, her eyes fixed on the approaching party outside the ship. Hearing Mike's movement more than seeing it, she does the same, reaching for the Dracon that rests in the holster that is the only adornment to her morphing outfit. She takes another step deeper into the Skimmer, her bare feet unsteady on the polished floor.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Dara leaned over and whispered to Jagill. "What's the Hruthin doing in one of our bodies and what is he going to do with that girl?"