ZOMBIE FORUMS

Cold air, Clay took in air slowly. not doing anything too fast, Clay used his ears first, heard nothing but cycling of that cold air, he cracked an eyelid open, Gods, but that hurt. he saw nothing in the dark room, finally he opened his eyes and stretched, taking a few deep breaths so cold he has to fight down a coughing fit.

Clay looked around, he was in a cryo room, single occupancy for this one. He was wearing just his ships boxers. there was some sort of flight suit hanging on the wall. He donned it after shaking the Ice out and it auto-fit to his large frame.

A quick look around yeilded a vibroknife and one of the ships' Gauss-Thompsons in the corner. His Gausspistol was missing. Probably with his clothes.

The black uniform was hardly stylish, nor was it familiar, but after jogging in place to get warm, Clay found it breathed well and retained heat for him.

He hesitated to put the helmet one, which was black, opaque from the outside with a mirror finish. He was sure it would help his numbing face, but his friends had to be here somewhere, and he'd rather they knew who he was.

After a quick look down the hall, Clay moved out.

The Ensign stopped in front of a door and knocked.

From beyond the door came a surprisingly feminine voice, "Enter."

The Ensign opened the door and took a few steps in. "Lieutenant Mejelle is here to see you Ma'am."

"Ah, yes. Show her in would you?"

The Ensign snapped a salute, about-faced and waved her in as he left the room.

"Thankyou Ensign," Gwyn murmured to him as he passed her.

"Uh... You're welcome Ma'am," he blushed and replied uncertainly.

Gwyn entered the room and closed the door firmly. "Lieutenant Gwynneth Mejelle reporting for duty, Ma'am," she said after she saluted.

"Please, have a seat, did you want a drink?" Commodore Townsend asked as she walked to a sidetable.

"Umm... Thankyou," Gwyn smiled and shook her head at the response of the Ensign as she sat down.

The Commodore walked back to her desk, two drinks in hand, and passed one to Gwyn. "You shouldn't lead him on, really."

Gwyn's eyes widened in surprise, "But I wasn't leading him on. Merely thanking him for guiding me here. Plus if I ever work with him, it's more likely that he'll willingly work with me now." She sipped at her drink and stared back at the Commodore.

"True," Commodore Townsend conceded. "But what makes you think that you may have to work with him?"

"Well," Gwyn began, "presumably since I've been transferred to Galactic Affairs, I'll be here for quite some time, and the Ensign won't be transferred for at least six months, because Ensigns always spend at least a year at their first posting."

The Commodore nodded, "Fair enough. And with that in mind, I assume you want to know what you've been transferred to Galactic Affairs to do."

Gwyn nodded her agreement as she took another sip of her drink.

"Well, what you've been transferred here for is a rather complicated issue, and command wanted someone of low rank," Commodore Townsend frowned, "they said they wanted someone expendable, in case the mission was compromised or failed."

Gwyn raised an eyebrow at the Commodore's frankness, "So am I-" she paused briefly as she was overcome by a wave of lethargy, "... How could the mission be compromised?" Gwyn frowned. That wasn't the question she was going to ask, but she couldn't remember the question she was going to ask.

Commodore Townsend stared at her carefully, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Umm... I think-" Gwyn tried to stand up and fell back with an "Oof!" She peered at the Commodore in the dimming light, "Wha- What's happening? What about the mission?"

Commodore Townsend came around her desk and patted her on the shoulder, "It's okay, you'll find out later." She continued on to the door as Gwyn sank into unconsciousness.

*****

Gwyn groaned wordlessly as she regained consciousness, opened her eyes and stared at the dome of ice close above her face. She blinked a few times, then rubbed her eyes with her hands. The dome was still there. Looking around a bit she spied a touchpad. She poked at it with her finger and the ice cracked and began to recede, letting in the cold air from outside the chamber.

She sat up and looked around the sparse chamber. Looks kind of like any other medical facility, she thought to herself as she swung her legs out of the hibernation cocoon and slipped to the floor. Gwyn gasped. The floors were colder than those of the usual medical facility were she amended. Some clothes would definitely be nice if the rest of the place was as cold as this room, and... She pondered what she was missing as she rubbed her face. Her glasses! Gwyn looked around frantically and spotted them placed above where her head had been in the hibernation cocoon. She snatched them up and hastily jammed them on. Gwyn looked around again and sighed with relief, no one to see her.

She straightened her glasses and started opening the assorted drawers and doors in the room. Nothing, nothing, nothing, aha! In a cupboard she found her uniform, all neatly folded with the jacket hung up. Strangely, her pistol was there also, yet she hadn't had it when she had blacked out in the Commodore's office. Gwyn frowned at this as she took off the hybersuit and began pulling on her uniform. It wasn't doing much to stop the cold, but it felt better to be wearing her own clothes again. She slipped her pistol into its holster and exited the room.

Gwyn stood in the corridor and looked in both directions. Well, she thought to herself, which way now? Both directions looked equally unappealing, so it was back to random choice. She turned right and walked along the corridor.

"Hello?" Gwyn noticed a tightness in her throat as she called out. Something to ease the soreness would be useful, she thought to herself.
There was no indication that anyone had heard her, "Is anyone around?"
She continued walking along the corridor until she reached an intersection. Nothing, nothing, noth- wait! Gwyn peered down the left corridor, there was someone walking away from her.

"Hello? Can I talk to you?" she called down the corridor to the figure. The person turned, looked towards her and started walking back. The echo of the heels of her shoes on the metal floor became louder as Gwyn started jogging towards the person so as to close the gap faster.

Gwyn stopped suddenly when she saw the man reach to his side for what appeared to be a weapon, and reached for her own pistol, "I don't think we should be pulling weapons on each other. How about we keep our hands nice and far away from our guns or put them on the ground or something?"

"Sounds fine to me," he replied, slowly placing his weapon on the floor.

She followed suit and slowly pulled her pistol from its holster, placed it on the ground and resumed advancing towards the man. Her eyes widened in surprise as she suddenly recognised who she had found.

"Ohmigawd... Major Clay Allison?"

"That would be me, and you are?"

Gwyn saluted, "Lieutenant Gwynneth Mejelle, Int- Err... Assigned to Galactic Affairs, sir."

Her brain was racing. Oh wow. Talking to Clay Allison, hero of the Collective. Victor of the Last Battle. Oh wow. All attempts to remain professional failed her. She raced up to him and shook his hand.

"Oh, Major Allison! I've read all about you, I was assigned to the section that made sure nothing classified was leaked when you sold off the movie rights to the Last Battle. Some of that classified stuff, wow! The movie was rather disappointing because it lacked that stuff. But, wow! I never thought I'd meet you. I heard you were going offworld. Can I have your autograph?" Gwyn panted for breath after her outburst, then blushed as reason prevailed over fangirlish excitement.

"Uh... Sorry sir, what're your orders?"

Falling back over the coat she finally pulled out a gun "hah? A gausspistol?" Usually not a problem for someone of Clay's stature, but Oula wasn't Clay, She grabbed the gun with two fingers around the trigger.

Nothing moved.

"Mad, listen to me, I don't know where we are but you know me, you know Allison, Clay Allison. Please Mad listen to my voice" With a flicker of her eye, her voice took a more sensual tone, aided by a few beta waves she was able to eminate "Be calm Mad, you are safe. You are with friends, all is calm. Come around the corner and see your friend, be at peace." All the while she hoped this worked, should have paid more attention in school.

It stops momentarily, a snarl on it's face as it listens to the other creature fumbling, falling over. The blue thing again makes strange noises, and suddenly, it feels an odd sensation.

It hesitates, unsure, halfway between crouching on all fours and standing on it's hind legs. one of the sounds continues to resonate to it....<i>Mad....mad....mad...</i>

Several images flash through it's mind, a red-haired creature, sovered in strange skins, holding odd objects, moving, fighting, wild expression on it's face <i>MAD</i>-

mixed with terrifying slices of torture, gore, horriffic sounds, staring, lidless eyes that bleed from the center, terrors too swift to identify, all streaming through in short bursts.

It starts, shuffles back against the wall, searching wildly for the source of the images.

again, the blue creature, still hidden from view calls out in the strange noises, again repeating the sound "mad"

This time, no images fleet across it's vision, but still, a familiarity with the sound tingles in the senses.

Suddenly, it realizes. IT is a mad. It is <b>THE</b> Mad, and the other thing is a...Blue. a...Peeker.

The Mad stands, trying to mimic the Blue's odd way of walking, using only two of it's legs. It doesn't get the stride right, however, and still portrays an animal lope as it comes around the corner to see the blue risen, and pushing it's front legs out towards the mad, something in it's paws.

The Mad looks at the Blue for a moment, it's head quirked quizzically to the side, before it bares it's teeth at the Blue, not in menace or greeting, just to gague the Blue's reaction.

The Blue makes more noises, looks like it is going to lower it's arms, but hesitates. The mad continues to watch the Blue, and move to it's right, keeping the same distance, climbing over objects as easily as it lopes on four or two legs.

The Mad stops halfway over a low obstacle, as a sound carries through the cold air. it turns towards the sound behind it suddenly, before darting off down another direction, padding quietly on all fours.

<i>The Mad is unsure, feel unsafe. the Mad will find Hide. The Mad will make understand</i>

Watching Mad swiftly get away Oula satnds up and dusts off some ice "By j'sien he's completely regressed" Looking where Mad once was, she let out a silent prayer "Come back to us Adric" Putting the gun away she turned back to the panal and resumed trying to figure it out.

"...Hello Mr. Allison, you took your time getting here I see. Nice of you to join me. Mad is here but he's running around like xin on all fours, if you see him be careful. That torture you put yourselves through to keep your precious secrets has backfired, he's, well, gone mad actually" Oula turned, saw Gwyn and frowned "Who are you?" she almost ordered. Just as she was about to speak Oula waved a hand at her, "I, it doesn't really matter, Allison, where are we? I, I wake up in a cryo tube, I'm in a cryo suit, I seemed to have got in of my own free will but I don't remember it. I remember being on your ship, I remember Kash, I, I remember..." a bullet peirced her skull "..ugh" she rubbed her face, only a memory "I remember things, and I don't even know why I remember them! I don't...I..." she sniffled as a few tears came forth "Where the fuck are we Clay? What happened? Why are we here?" she blubbed. Clay moved closer with an arm out "No" she flinched "I, I'm ok, I'm just scared"

She pointed at the panal she was working at, "I've been *sniff* trying to work it, but I can't, you'll have more luck I imagine" she turned and wiped her nose, sniffing some more and pulling the coat around her.

Clay had to admit to himself being startled. He didn't even have fans on earth that he knew of. To be honest he'd not been laid since his last wife left him for being a barbaric monster in a new era of peace, as she put it.

That was part of why he'd gone to space if today was brutal honesty day. Women on Earth didn't like him, didn't accept him. They filled their heads with collectivist doctrine to spare themselves the pain of thought. And while a butcher was necessary, on one wanted to shake his bloody hand.

Another wrinkle, this woman was from the collective, who knows what she wanted, or what she would try to do to him if she found out why he was really in space.

Hm. The uniforms are tighter than I remember, and it must really be cold in here. That will probably just make my decision making more difficult. Gods, what is the temp in here? I want to get close to her just because I am so GOD-DAMN COLD. I'm sure she'd appreciate the sentiment. I'm being sarcastic, but the poor girl is certainly colder than me, I'm in this alien's uniform, and I know her regulation one has no insulation. Or bra apparently. Stop thinking that. Thank god these boots are good, at least my feet aren't cold. I know hers aren't worth a shit.

As Clay thought he smiled and returned her handshake warmly.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'm only technically ranking officer, lets keep things informal, since I'm not CoC (chain of command). First, brief me on what is within Alpha White security clearance(goddamn everything is within Clay's security clearance.) about your mission. I'll try my best to help, and find someplace warm."

After some searching, Clay jogged into a room that among other features, included another attractive female. This happened to be the one he'd known since rescuing her from the hellish desert planet in return for her very considerable help.

"...Hello Mr. Allison, you took your time getting here I see. Nice of you to join me. Mad is here but he's running around like xin on all fours, if you see him be careful. That torture you put yourselves through to keep your precious secrets has backfired, he's, well, gone mad actually."

Oula barked a demand for an introduction at Gwen and rescinded it.

Allison, where are we? I, I wake up in a cryo tube, I'm in a cryo suit, I seemed to have got in of my own free will but I don't remember it. I remember being on your ship, I remember Kash, I, I remember...I remember things, and I don't even know why I remember them! I don't...I...Where the fuck are we Clay? What happened? Why are we here?" she blubbed.

Clay moved closer with an arm out "No" she flinched "I, I'm ok, I'm just scared."

Clay flinched slightly at the physical rejection, to be honest he thought he had needed some human...oid anyway comfort. He was afraid too, and equally confused. So he was the big guy with the automatic weapon, so what? You can't shoot a situation. And you usually can't shoot your way out of one.

"I've been *sniff* trying to work it, but I can't, you'll have more luck I imagine." she turned and wiped her nose, sniffing some more and pulling the coat around her.

He approached the monitor, wanted to put an arm around her. But knew he'd played that card, it was her play.

All right, soldier, suck it up. So you'd like a little comfort. You should have taken a girlfriend to space instead of a psychopath. Tough.

After a little picking at the control panel Clay stood up.

"Yeah, it'll take a while, but I can teach this bear to dance. I don't get the words but there are alot of symbols I can figure out. Lieutenant Mejelle, this is Oula, she's a good friend of mine. Oula, this is the Lieutenant, I just met in the hall out there, she's from intelligence. She nearly said so, but I can usually tell anyway."[/i]

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'm only technically ranking officer, let’s keep things informal, since I'm not CoC. First, brief me on what is within Alpha White security clearance about your mission. I'll try my best to help, and find someplace warm," Clay answered.

Someplace warm? Oh yeah, that'd be nice, she thought as she followed along behind Clay, but that wasn't her most pressing concern. She really wanted to know where the hell she was. They ended their wanderings in a room occupied by a short Freyan woman.

"Hello Mr. Allison, you took your time getting here I see. Nice of you to join me..."

Since she'd been assigned to IntSec, Gwyn had been warned to stay away from Freyans. It'd be impossible for the Collective to keep anything classified if Freyans were allowed near members of the Collective's security services. Gwyn hung back, unsure of the Freyan's telepathic abilities, despite her seeming to know Clay. Maybe she'd read his mind, she thought suddenly.

"Who are you?" the Freyan demanded of Gwyn

Gwyn looked at the Freyan in surprise. Well there goes the reading everyone's minds theory. But the audacity of the Freyan to demand her name. Gwyn started to answer for the sake of courtesy, but was quickly interrupted.

"I, it doesn't really matter..."

Gwyn flushed with suppressed anger. The nerve! Not only does she demand my name out of me, but she also interrupts me to say it doesn't matter. Well if that's what she wished to do so be it. Two could play that game. Gwyn's mind raced as she watched Clay and the Freyan, not particularly listening to their conversation. How did Clay know a Freyan? Who was Kash? When had Clay left Earth, for that matter? She raised an eyebrow in surprise as both Clay and the Freyan flinched from each other. This would definitely be a conversation to go over again later, Gwyn thought.

"...Lieutenant Mejelle, this is Oula, she's a good friend of mine. Oula, this is the Lieutenant, I just met in the hall out there, she's from intelligence. She nearly said so, but I can usually tell anyway." Clay said as he turned to the control panel.

Gwyn looked at the Freyan. Oula. Fair enough. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Call me Gwynneth," Gwyn said coolly, then flicked her attention back to Clay. "Major? Did you wish to be briefed on my mission?"

"That might be very beneficial, Lieutenant," Clay responded whilst playing with the control panel.

Gwyn hesitated and glanced at Oula, "Um... In front of Oula?"

"Well I can't ask her to go outside with Mad out there," Clay replied dryly.

"Mad? Who's Mad? I guess I missed that. Very well, sir, my mission..." Gwyn went silent and stared intently at a wall.

"Lieutenant, your report?" Clay asked after a few moments of silence, as he continued prodding at the control panel.

Clay turned around after another minute of silence, "Lieutenant Mejelle, I-"

Gwyn was still staring at the wall, but with a finger raised in a wait a moment posture.

He walked over and stood between her and the wall. Gwyn did not respond. He waved his hand in front of her face, "Lieutenant? Hello?"

Gwyn frowned, then blinked and shook her head, "Ergh... Please don't do that, it's rather distracting." She shook her head again and took notice of Clay standing in front of her, "Oh! Sorry sir, I was just trying to retrieve all information on my mission."

"That requires some explanation, retrieve from where?" Clay asked a little impatiently.

Gwyn grinned as she tapped the frame of her glasses, "Data storage. They record everything I see and hear, plus I can forcedump any classified information to them just in case. Then whenever necessary I can search and access the data that is stored there. It's like having an eidetic memory! It's just hard to multitask with, though."

"Ahhh... And your mission?"

Gwyn's grin faded to a worried frown, "There was nothing. No mission details were given to me. I blacked out during the briefing. I'm not sure what happened. I think I might've been drugged by Commodore Townsend, I just don't know what exactly happened. Maybe this place is my mission considering what she said."

The Mad sprints down the frozen corridoor, oblivious of the sub-zero temperatures goosepimpling it's skin. it skids around a corridoor, and almost bowls over another of the short Blues, this one's physique looking more like the mad itself than the other, slimmer one earlier.

It half-hops, half-leaps back with a yelp as the creature, equally underdressed, falls on it's rump, making a startled sound. The Mad claws it's fingers, it's expression fixed in a snarl as it tries to edge bast the prone figure.

The creature's head turns towards The Mad, before it grips it's head in it's hands, and begins to moan and howl between retching up a runny black liquid that smells of bile. The Mad backs away a little, looking along both directions of the corridoor to see if the noise has attracted anything else. Panicked, and worried what other predators the blue may attract, The Mad scurries forward, and grabs the creature's throat with it's two front paws.

It presses down with it's thumbs, and with amazing ease, crushes the creatures windpipe and breaks it's neck, without having exerted hardly any effort at all.

Not stopping to wonder, The mad continues it's flight down the icy corridoor.

After a time at this pace, The mad finally notices the cold, and something new, a wind. A chilling breeze blows past it, with the occasional frost-cold gust, carrying small, wet flakes of white in it. The Mad hesitates, but then continues on at full speed when it remembers that predators may be right behind it.

<i>The Mad must move! find safe. find Haven! cold...The Mad is very cold!</i> It sprints along on all fours, it's paws skitting on the slippery ice-covered floors. More and more of the wet white stuff blows in it's face, and great drifts of the stuff collect in the corners of the corridoor. Soon, The mad can barely see ten feet in front of it.

<i>Hurry hurry hurry, getaway, run from noises, from noises in head too, The Mad is fastest! outrun all!</i>

The Mad suddenly tries to come to a halt, skidding and grasping frantically on the icy floor as the corridoor vanishes in a blizzard not 7 feet in front of it!

It flies over the edge, and grapples desperately, cutting it's two front paws, and a rear as it clings to the sharp edge, dangling over the precipiece.

It scrambles back up, panting, the blood from it's gashed paws freezing in the cold, and quickly being covered by drifts of white. It crouches there, shivvering, and staring out into the cold, trying to blink ice from it's yellow-in-red eyes.

It looks over it's shoulder, it cannot see anything, or hear anything over the screen of the snowstorm, but the twisted, nightmare-fuelled terror lends malice to the shapes the swirling snow makes.

<i>No back! only forward! back is monster! back is dead. The Mad is not dead! the mad is - </i>

It bunches up it's muscles, and then leaps out impossibly far into the blizzard-lashed void, letting out a howl that sounds almost human.

"Forward!"

Turasque the Gene manipulated Anakin wakes up covered in ice. "Where the hell am i" he says. Turasque gets up sending sheets of ice onto the floor. 'The last thing i remember is falling asleep in the cargo hold of the ship i hijacked' thought Turasque 'it was lucky that i could even fit in the hold at all'

"I have never been this cold before" He comments through frozen lips. Turasque glances over at his suit and axe on a counter. "At least whoever brought me here left me my stuff.

Turasque stretches the suit over his massive 13 foot frame and picks up his axe. He bends down and steps through the door into corridor that just alowed him to stand up strait. Turasque starts walking down the hallway until he hears voices. Unsure of what to do Turasque silently starts creeps forward, axe in hand. When he reaches a door Turasque Stops.

Turasque Raises his axe and tenses up. BOOM,. the axe smashes against the door. "What was that says one of the voicees". BOOM, goes the axe again. "There it is again" said another voice". With a tremendous effort Turasque Breaks the door down with his axe.

ERROR IS SYS.MEMORY.EXE REBOOT {Y/N}?....

..yes...

With that Kash's mind cleared, the heavy darkness that had been blanketing everything cleared and a familiar voice entered his mind:

...WE are online...All Systems Opetational...ERROR: unable to conect to Core...initializing advanced onboard logic centers...complete..

"Well that's all fine and dandy," Kash mused. "But where the fuck are we?"

Location:...UNKNOWN..."Sorry Kash...open your eyes and find out..."

Grudgingly Kash does so and is greeted by an Ice covered room...taking stock, kash hops out of the cryo-tube. Only to slip on the Icy floor and go flying head first into the corner of the room...his clothes falling out of a wall locker and landing on him...

"THE HELL!?...where the hell is my balance...and why the hell am I COLD!?" Kash gasped out from under the pile...

"We are sorry sir, your bio systems were shut down by the freeze, we are resetting now, the cold and Ice should no longer be a problem...please..do get dressed...you look rediculous..."

With a heavy Sigh Kash stands, and puts on his light clothing...however the cut of the icy floor and air soon fade as the nanites warm him...thinking fast Kash begins giving orders to his systems verbally...a bad habit developed from long trips along in deep space.

"Find out how long I was out...and what the hell happened to get us here. Use you own system Data, and send out probes to find out more about this location."

"Understood...probes dispatched.."

With that one of Kash's dreadlocks broke apart, small flying drones, vaugely insect like forming from the material, roughly a dozen in all. These take off from the floor with a metalic clink an whirl out the door and down the hallway, half in each direction...

"Well, Six of one...half dozen of another." Kash chuckled as he followed the drones to the left...

"...Maybe this place is my mission considering what she said."

Casting a criticle eye, Oule Glibly let up "Your Mission was to get lost somewhere with no information and with people you don't even know?" An icy glare that made the room seem warm was her response.

*BOOM!*

"What was that!?" Said Gwyn

*BOOM!*

"There it is again" Oula responded as an ice covered door broke open and in poured the Gladitorial Anakin, axe in hand.

Friend of yours? Came a voice in Gwyn's head, bearly shaking her head the signal was clear enough for Oula who readied herself.

Clay had already armed himself bringing a smile to her face

Quickly surveying the scene Turasque thought 'Ill knock out the two humans and interogate the Freyan'

With a bestial roar Turasque charged axe in hand towards the male human. The human shot his gun but Turasque ignored the pain and smashed the flat side of his axe into the humans head. Then with another bestial roar he turned....

Stars exploded across Clay's vision, and the circuits in his head blinked on and off.

Clay desperately dragged some of his senses back to work and saw the beast, facing away from him, felt the floor he was lying on, he didn't bother with smell, and hearing was fucked by the ringing in his ears. He moved his arm, gripping the gun that was hanging from his wrist by the Lanyard.

Alright beastie, take a seat.

Clay stood, or tried to and kind of leaned on the bulkhead. Picking a safe angle toward the floor, he raked the gun's automatic fire across the back of the beast's legs, hoping the powerful weapon was enough.

After quickly appraising the rest of the situation Turasque tensed up to rush, But suddenly he felt a horrible burning pain in the back of his right thigh.

Roaring in rage Turasque started to turn his immense bulk when the human female sprayed a duo of bullets from her gun. One of these bullets was fortitous and struck a patch of skin healing from being cut by a sword. This bullet between Turasque's gigantic ribs and punctered his Lung.

Falling from the shock and the unbearable pain Turasque smashed his head unto a computer panel and sank into the comforting arms of unconsciousnes.

Kash was about to start whistling in the cold silence to break the gloom but the sound of gun shots did this for him.


"Well it seems another sleeper has found soemthing more interesting than bare metal and cold drafts."

A quick check of the probes revealed it's true direction in the echo filled pathway, and Kash tore off at full speed toward the shots...

Gwyn reholstered her pistol and nudged the unconscious Anakim with the toe of her boot; "Well he looks to be down for the time being. Should we tie him up and interrogate him, Major?"
She looked at Clay, slightly surprised to see him still leaning against the bulkhead, "Are you okay, sir? Did you need a hand?"

Clay, still deafened by the ringing in his ears, looked at Gwyn as he noticed her speaking in his peripheral vision, "What? Yeah, mostly. Give me a few moments. Tie the Anakim up and see that he doesn't die."

"Aye sir," Gwyn acquired wiring from another chamber with which to bind the Anakim and having bound him set to work staunching the blood flowing from his injuries.

Kash was getting close he could voices and more importantly smell that they were attached to living beings and not a comm system. Running through the scents as he closed in....human....fyran...and what...Anakin...blood... a bleeding Anakin. it was just then that a though struck him. Making sure not to speak the commands as he gave them he requested the words to a song, from human playworks including blood and given by soemthing massive and frightening....he paused in the hall while he sifted through them before finally picking one.

"ohh this will be good." he chuckled softly.

Then after remodulating his voice to something very deep and increasing the volume to a metal shaking volume he began the line with a slight twist...

"FE, FI, FO, FUM!... I Smell the blood of a Ana-kan!
Be he live or be he dead,
I'll Grind his bones to make my bread!"

Kash stomped heavily on the floor in beat to his speech as he approached to door to the room containing the group.

Swirling darkness. Flashing lights. Pain beyond pain. Troubled ragged breathing. And then

"FE, FI, FO, FUM!... I Smell the blood of a Ana-kan!
Be he live or be he dead,
I'll Grind his bones to make my bread!"

*What the Hell is that?*

"Kash!" Oula cried out with suprise and ran over to him. "You're OK!?"

"Yup, Sure am-AH!" He let out as Oula swiped a hand across his face "Where have you been? Living it up in one of those tube while we've been here fumbling with all this crap!" Pouting she turned away and went over to the Anakin cupping his massive jaw in her fragile hands. "It's pretty messy in there" She said pulling a hand away and rubbing her temple "ugh... You'll have to question him, I can't get anything, I'm still a little to...Tired" Oula stood up and turned back to kash, "I Don't suppose you remember anything?" Looking at him, she recalled something. "Kash, where's your ship?"

Kash was annoyed at having his joke spoiled by the telepath....but oh well...

"My Ship?" he mussed alound. "Yah, that would be really nice to have right about now. Too bad the last thing a remember is sittting im my study reading and then...nothing till waking up here."

Kash decided to think the next part at Oula really hard rather than say it out loud with strangers in the room.

"I've lost all contact with the nanites main colony onboard the ship, and the ones in my head have no idea how I got here."

Then continuing alound he added. "As for where we are...I have some sensor bots out looking around...they haven't found anything yet. However, I released them only a minute or so ago, it may take some time."

Then looking at Clay and nodding at the Anankin & girl. "Who are they? More strays..."