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[StarRail PSL]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

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[Dan Feng may be a Hand of the Plagues Author, but even he is not foolish enough to try and fight against the vast, unending numbers of the Swarm. He bolts into the ship's hold - and doubles back when Sett and Val slow down.]

Hurry up. This is your fault, Valencia, and by the blessing of my maker's hand, you are going to fix it. Get her inside, Settrigh, this port is lost.

[He vanishes his spear and looks around, trying to figure out the model of the ship, and where the cockpit is.]

We must leave. We will need to do a hyperspace jump at least fifteen parsecs away once the Swarm is on us, so we lose its trail.

Edited (ENGLIIIISH) 2024-08-14 19:19 (UTC)

[ It's just a few bounding steps into the ship before Sett lets Val go. She's going to move faster than he does at this point and his vision is mostly red at the moment. ]

Door!

[ He snarls at Dan Feng around a muzzle full of canines, his form already shrinking back down to a more Foxian one. ]

[ She stumbles, when he sets her down, staring into the chaos of the port as the door seals closed, muffling the screams of panic and fluttering of wings.

... Her fault, how was this her fault? Everything was fine until Dan Feng appeared. If he'd just left her alone-- if the police had just listened to her--

Briefly, the light beneath her shirt surges, brightly, before petering out again. Val's expression goes blank, focused, and she shoves past both of them to the cockpit-- fix it. She can fix it. Imbibitor Lunae was right, there was nothing she could do for this port, not one woman against the Swarm. A stellaron-- Dan Feng was sure to be in possession of it, whatever he meant, his job being what it is. She could fly. She could get them away and hopefully lead the swarm out as well.

She slams on the ignition with practiced ease and awakens the engine, the gentle whine of a high class ship; she doesn't bother to warn either of them before the ship jumps into action. She whirls it around, steering around the myriad other ships trying to escape and taking every slight avenue she can to burst through the tear in the failed shields and pick up the pace into the atmosphere.

She's a very good driver so there's that. ]

[Once he sees Val make her way towards the cockpit - he's changing direction, already on his way to look Sett over. Val's dossier made specific mention of her piloting capabilities, so he's not worried about that.

He's a little more worried about Sett, because nobody else can break his toys except for him.]

Come. [He snaps his fingers imperiously in Sett's direction, already sweeping his own hair up into a bun and baring the crook of his shoulder.] You can bite to heal, since you are one of m-- [Great there he goes flying clean across the ship's hull, because while apparently being a good driver meant she had zero fucking finesse.]

[ Sett looks blearily up at that, somewhere between ANNOYED AT BEING SNAPPED AT and too out of it to really formulate a response. What the hell there's got to be better ways to do this-

And then he's flung into the far wall and the knife nicks something RATHER important in his chest.

There's a moment of panic, a leaden feeling of doom, and two stuttering heartbeats later, his world narrows down into a single moment. A single scent.

He's not even AWARE of when he had pinned Dan Feng down, shoving his face into the floor. Just the sweet taste of his blood after flesh and meat parts under teeth.

Sett rips the blade out of his side without letting go of his prey and lets it drop with a metallic clatter. The skin heals into a scar instantly. ]

[ Thank fucking god she's too focused to hear or see any of this. She weaves between Swarm trying to cling onto her ship, pressing proverbial peddle to the metal-- her ship maxes out on cruising speed somewhere a few hundred miles out of the planet's atmosphere, streaking past other ships and insects alike, dull clattering against the hull from the few small ones she doesn't bother to swerve around.

And then-- still pursued-- they're free and in the open vastness of space; there's a handful of buttons pressed, the kh-chuk of a lever pushed upwards, turned, and yanked down again, and the soft robotic warning of

Warp Jump Imminent. Warp Jump Imminent. Please remain seated. Warp Jump Charging. Please remain seated. Jump Proceeding in Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

and then there's the strange-- and familiar, to them both-- sensation of being pulled and stretched, then flung forward like a rubberband; it pins them both down against the wall they'd been slammed into, and Valencia into her seat.

He'd said fifteen parsecs so she'd mapped for sixteen; the ship cruises on the warp path for a good ten seconds before finally slowing, stars no longer streaking by like comets, the vast emptiness of space around them like a silent and comforting blanket. The ship's warp drive gives a brief warning-- low power-- before a couple of lights go out to conserve energy as a precaution, leaving the ship dimly lit.

Val stares blankly out the window for a long moment before she exhales, like she'd been holding her breath, her whole body slumping and exhausted down into her seat. ]

[Thankfully for her, Dan Feng has spent about the last thirty minutes actively dying under Sett's mouth, which makes him too busy to criticize her driving. There might have been some screaming - some unholy metallic screeches as he digs nails into the floor, and his tail swinging up to strangle and/or keep Sett close.

When Sett is finally, fully healed - emanator flesh is potent - he kind of just lies there, mostly dead, regenerating almost petulantly.]

I want. [He gurgles,] Fruit juice.

[ On the other hand, Sett has never felt better in his LIFE than when his fangs pull out of Dan Feng's throat. The racket wasn't even a deterrent. It'd struck some PERFECT chord between drunken lust and a blood rage.

So he's standing there, looking down on this wreck of a monster that. Okay he's not sure how much he spent feeling up and how much he spent trying to close off that windpipe for good and they ARE THE SAME FEELING IN HIS MEMORIES.

He's going to have so much to repress tonight.

He just. Picks him up by the waist and. Starts towards the kitchen-

It's minutes later that he darkens the doorway of the cockpit, Dan Feng, now with a cup of juice, and still dangling. ]

Hey boss. Good flying. Uh... how we lookin'?

Edited 2024-09-09 16:51 (UTC)

[ She's quiet for a long moment, just staring out into the empty darkness. But she finally speaks, her voice flat and a bit rough. ]

... Low on power. Need to find the nearest star so the panels can charge up while I inspect the outside for damage.

[He doesn't really struggle in Sett's grip, his tail curling up around Sett's collar like a scaly, azure scarf. He's busy floating the juice up out of the cup, and snapping at the orbs like a murderous guppy.]

No. [Glug glug juice.] I need the Stellaron contained first or she will corrupt that star's core.

Edited 2024-09-11 14:52 (UTC)

[ Well at least the tail isn't trying to choke him out anymore. Nevermind he was also trying to kill the dragon but that's details.

His grip tightens slightly and he just considers shaking the smaller man. ]

Contain how?

[ Clueless, apparently, because she slowly pushes herself up so she can start charting a course to the closest sun, the dashboard giving a few warning beeps as the ship begins to move again. ]

Then contain it on the way and call your Hunters to come pick you up. We won't be making landfall any time soon and I won't be housing you or your star cancer on my ship longer than I have to.

Denial isn't very a good look on you. Oh, where is my suitcase.

[He twists in Sett's grip like an eel, trying to climb up his (massive) chest; how far he would get is up to the much larger man. He may be trying to bribe Sett with an orb of juice.]

I can reach into her and retrieve it, she's not the first receptacle I've handled. She'll be little more than scrap afterwards.

YEAH NO. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

[ WHY IS HE SO WRIGGLY? He bats away the orange orb YOUR PALTRY BRIBES WILL NOT WORK AGAINST HIM. HE IS LIKE, GRABBING AT HIM EVEN AS HE CLIMBS, TRYING TO TUCK HIM BACK INTO PROPER FOOTBALL POSITION. ]

You AINT killin' her to get it, either think of something else or I'm flushin' yer ass out the airlock.

[ She doesn't seem to notice or comprehend, for a moment, that he's talking about her-- or really that he's referencing a person at all, entirely focused on the task at hand (maybe dissociating a little).

But after a moment she pauses. Then turns in her seat to look back at them-- around them-- as if checking for someone else, brows furrowed. ]

... Sorry, "her"?

Edited 2024-09-11 16:07 (UTC)

All right, so maybe if she gets the Ruin Author's attention that would deter the endless swarm of psychopathic malevolent bugs after the weapon of nuclear annihilation inside her.

[He jabs an elbow into Sett's side.]

If she channels that blessing properly, too, she would not be able to corrupt anything. Otherwise she would corrupt you, too, Settrigh, eventually. Fragmentum in your bones.

...

I actually DON'T know if I can heal that...

What are you taking about? WHO are you talking about.

Are you stupid? Sett, you consort with this mindless Halovian?

BRO SHE'S JUST GONE THROUGH A LOT

... This is getting nowhere.

[ whatever. Extending her telepathy out surely this will get her the answers they won't fucking tell her!!! ]

[He lifts a cup-free hand to reach up and pat what he can reach of Sett's head.]

Absurd. Have not all of us gone through a lot? Your hair is very soft.

[Reading Dan Feng's mind is an exercise in What the actual fuck is this mess?. There's squirming things in there, a stray thought or two about the last thing he ate (a credit card), the feeling of arms wrapping around you like a hug and the arms wrapping around you like a hug and arms wrapping around you like a hug, a very pervasive feeling of I love this one (1) person and I want to wear his skin, and what he intends to do to Valencia: sit next to her bed and watch her sleep and extract the Stellaron from her like a newborn star.

It's very clear. Mostly because he's done it before, several times, to people-shaped receptacles.]

I... I guess? [ Sett's mind is so much more straightforward... sort of. He's kind of thinking of Dan Feng. Val may now know what he tastes like, sweet and explosively good, the eyes roll back in your head fizzle of energy, like LIFE poured directly into your mind and stomach. And also if he's going to need to kill him how hard this is going to be. Maybe if he divides the parts of him, it'll take him a while...

There's worry. A cloud of it, a hazy little uncertainty that he's mostly trying not to feel.

He doesn't WANT to kill her but that was a Stellaron. It's still in his nose and now that he KNOWS he can pick up the ozone traces of it, crackling through his sinuses, coming from in her chest. It's still dark. It's fine.

What would fragmentum in his bones feel like?

... Maybe he could deal with it.

The squirmy bastard (fond) said she could channel it. He could deal with it til then. ]

If they come we kill em. Bugs taste like shit, but I'll deal. Show her how to channel it. Seems like the solution.

[ They're thinking about her. Why are they thinking about HER? Removing from her-- what? The sight-- the smell--

She stares blankly at them both as they talk, but as she drops the telepathic connection they can definitely feel the edge of desperate confusion and dread on her end before it snaps away.

Oh. They're going to kill her, aren't they. Why bother bringing her back to the ship? Why bother stopping Dan Feng from killing her, earlier?

She sets the ship to autopilot and pushes herself up, looking a bit ill, and faint scent of ozone briefly drifting from her as she pushes past the both of them to unsteadily head to her room. ]

Edited 2024-09-11 18:26 (UTC)

[There's a pause, before Dan Feng's tail whaps Sett upside the head.]

Put me down! Can you scent the Fragmentum on her? If the Stellaron destabilizes on this tiny little ship--

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