#its-a-full-galaxy

[arcadiandefenders]

@its-a-full-galaxy || continued from here.

Varvatos spun around, trying to get the Nemoidian Scuttler off him only to make things worse. Drop on his belly? Anything to get this crab off him so he then dropped onto his belly, "MAKE IT QUICK! VARVATOS CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS CREATURE CRAWLING ALL OVER HIM ANY MORE LONGER!" He exclaimed rather loudly, a hint of panic creeping into his exclaimation.

[therapardalis]

[Making Demands Meme from @its-a-full-galaxy from Darius.]

“Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” ------------

It's not fair that her first instinct was to snap. It might be reasonable, given that she may not have disappeared in a puff of smoke but had been blown backwards by it for ... well, she'd find out later it was around a dozen yards. Not the kind of flying she enjoyed!

But none of that was Darius' fault, and she was probably - no, she was - lucky to have him there to check on her as she sprawled gracelessly in the dirt. He definitely didn't deserve the sharp edge of her tongue.

Instead she blinked at him, squinting, willing her eyes to focus before she took a shot (because she was, of course, going to take that shot) at getting up.

" ... Darius, right now there are two of you, whose fingers am I counting?"

[lncarnon]

Oh, the Baroness knows exactly what manner of mess she is getting herself into, here. Stasis is a relatively new thing to them all and while anything so volatile such as this would take time to master, she has absolutely no doubt that the Kell has a relatively strong grasp on her abilities already. Incompetence did not grant their kind any favors.

A cackle ebbs out of the undead, Araskes holding her shrapnel launcher in a still relaxed state despite the threat oncoming. They were not the only ones gifted with the Dark. Fikrul had made a dark pact and the Scorn held above their heads, that frigid thing, and it feels almost a vile atrocity to kill her kin like this. They should be together, after all, against the Light and working towards the Final Shape together. Everything was supposed to be better, eventually.

"Yessss, send your minions here to kill them. I won't stop you, implore you to slaughter, but watch for those you may recognize," she chatters while taking a few steps back. Stalkers and Ravagers begin to move forward in tandem with her motions and not a single one aims to attack, yet. Upon their reanimated bodies there are markings of the Wolves, old, faded, but there nonetheless. A desecration of her House.

" @its-a-full-galaxy , will you put them out of existence again? We are a dead thing, but we still think, exist, breaaaaathe as you. Fikrul gives them another chance and you will take that away?"

[chosesun]

“Great, now I’m going to have serious thoughts all day.” — Darius @ Luke!

amusement seems a recurring theme with Luke lately as he covers his face with his prosthetic, trying to hide the laughter that comes out of it. "really?" he says, an eyebrow raised ever so delicately. he can't help the laughter- he's never heard someone sound so disappointed in his life over having serious thoughts. he quickly wipes away the smirk, clearing his throat as he lowers his hand a moment later, straightening his posture. he has to take this seriously- as serious as Darius's thoughts.

"what kind of thoughts do you normally have, then?"

@its-a-full-galaxy

[lncarnon]

Otzot did not suppose that there would be so much resistance to their relatively small fleet. Ever since abandoning the greater part of the Cabal Empire, for no reason more selfish than her own supposed greatness, the Psion commander could not accept that there was space unconquered by their forces that they could not in turn sublimate. This galaxy, though, was quite a bit more advanced than their prior conquests.

She almost considers sending a call for aid, had the technology at their disposal not proven to be fairly effective against their unknown enemies. Whether or not sending a signal would have even garnered the attention of the Cabal within the prior galaxy is a variable she cannot place. Such great distances have a certain degree of distortion that even their technology could not surpass without a waystation or two between.

Now they are at a standstill.

Her cruisers drift in a defensive position around her own capital flagship, attention settled upon the holographic form of what she has come to assume, is a human. How they have come to exist out in this place so far from where Ghaul and Calus had found them is.. perplexing. She had instructed her troops to take a few prisoner, from this opposing fleet's personnel, and examine them against their database collected from the Siege Dancers. Small differences could be found of course, but for the majority of their composition, they were identical. Curious, but a thing for a later time.

" @its-a-full-galaxy , you propose an acquisition of my forces to join your own lest we destroy ourselves, or open a wound for another to take advantage of. So far the only hostility that my legion has encountered, is your own. Prove to me that there is another out there that may contend with my soldiers and I will consider this offer."

Her helmet turns towards the recording device and stares directly upon him as it is relayed, she can sense to a degree just where he stands upon the vessel in the distance, and unnerving tactic for certain.

[therapardalis]

[Show a Little Skin Meme from @its-a-full-galaxy for Darius.]

✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms. ------------

Thera could hear the whispers. It was the first thing that tipped her off, lifted her attention from the speeder engine she's working on in the mechanic bay. There was a small group of beings sunning themselves in another part of the yard, near the tall double doors that led into the interior of Durga's stronghold. Entertainers, dancers and the band ... and something had clearly caught their interest.

She glanced up, managed a fairly successful pretense that she wasn't following their gaze - not that any of them were looking at her in the first place - to settle on ...

Ohhhh.

Darius was working around a dozen yards away, stacking crates; ship parts, utility supplies, probably a few weapons in there somewhere as well. The point was they were fairly heavy, and as he worked he'd rolled up both sleeves out of the way. Leading, of course, to a very clear view of the muscle of his arms moving with each lift and set-down.

Thera pulled the inside of her cheek between her teeth and went back to her work, lips tugged. She had to grant it was a very nice view, and she couldn't blame the observers for their response. She glanced up as he made his way over to the bay, bringing a crate of parts she needed to finish her job.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" Tongue in cheek, thinking it likely he didn't have the faintest clue, "Because you're certainly brightening a few people's day!"

[therapardalis]

//OK OK idk if this is more of an ask thing or a concept thing but I need you to imagine: Thera coming to grab Darius for his shift in bodyguard training/duty, and finding him leading an entire bar through the verses of "Wellerman" or "The Joli Rogue" before getting up to join her for their next shift.~

[loveisxpromise]

@its-a-full-galaxy sent: "follow me and stay close ." - Echo-17 @ whoever you're feeling today!

The Doctor kept low. With no other choice and without argument, he followed a step behind her. She seemed to have a better idea of where she was going than he did. At least that's what he hoped. He wanted so much to ask where they were going, but he kept his mouth shut lest they be discovered in the air vents.