Out of the Blue (Wielder of the Sword)

OOC: Yes, this thread did literally appear out of the blue. Let’s get this rumbly-tumbly-bumbly RP going.

IC:

I…will not fall here…I can’t…

The injured beast threw itself sideways as another array of crystals burst forth from the figure ahead of it. Instead of rising again, the dragon kept on his knees, his breathing ragged and uneven. Various icicles were embedded in its tough skin, one even protruding from his skull, albeit not deep enough to harm his brain. Another blast of icicles caught him full on, sending the draconic creature plummeting onto his back. Had there not been a particularly large ice shard sticking into his windpipe, he would’ve doubtlessly roared. Blood splattered across the grass, staining it a crimson color. Drakon’s life would be over rather soon, as the god-like figure strode towards him, a spike erupting from its arm in readiness to bring this one-sided fight to an end.

~

“’You’ll fail at this one, Drakon, so just give up and go home’, hmph. I’ll show those idiots. They think they know everything,” the dragon grumbled, both of his hands fiddling with several flimsy pieces of ice. Drakon took a quick glance around the area once more, just to make sure that no-one was around. From the air, this place had seemed deserted. A house nestled between the mountains, and hidden from the world. It was the perfect place to acquire what he needed, which was either money or something worth a lot of money. When he had landed, the dragon had come to find the place was sealed up tight. The windows were barred, and the doors were locked. Not much chance in getting in by normal means. Fortunately, Drakon had long been anything from normal. He’d soon found the back door, and with a little help, barged through. Sadly, after raiding most of the rooms, there hadn’t been anything of moderate value. There were a few plates and cups in the kitchen, but that was about it. It seemed that whoever had owned the house had taken everything they needed with them, including the valuables. But, after some initial frustration, the dragon had found a locked cupboard in one of the bigger bedrooms upstairs. Instead of breaking through and probably ruining whatever was in it, the hybrid had taken another approach and tried to pick the lock. But, it seemed like a futile effort.

“Come you stupid son of a-” Drakon grunted, and accidentally pushed forward. The cupboard popped open at long last. Inside, instead of being something grand and jewel encrusted, he found a simple bracelet, embedded with a few tiny sapphires. It looked rather old, but still, it was the only in the house of moderate value.

Finders keepers, as these humans say.

Pocketing his find, Drakon made for the door.

OOC: Hope this was okay, even if it is rather short. ^^;

Whoo! Gonna be fun. This is the first time I've used Amy on her own. Let's see how it goes, shall we? Oh, and I need to talk to you before your next post. You're on my list, so just IM me anytime this weekend.

IC:

“God, sweetheart, you look like you went on a binge last night. Are you alright?” Viscen’s words were out of good-natured concern, but the cleric couldn’t help taking some offense. The stress was only building up.

“I’m fine, General Zeth.”

He rolled his eyes. “Look, your performance is way down. You’re a goddess of the healing arts, but you almost bungled a simple headache case this afternoon. You can’t tell me you’re fine.”

Frustration mounted up, making Amy sigh through clenched teeth. “I’m just tired. Let me get a little rest and I’ll get back to my rounds.”

“I’ll do better.” The general gave her a heartwarming smile, but she could sense none of the obvious feeling behind it. “I think it’s time you took a vacation.”

“What?” She stared at him in partial disbelief. “I don’t—”

“That is not a suggestion, Amy Keir,” he spoke with a compassionate smile. “Get out.”



As for why she’d chosen the old Keir mansion to retire, Amy could only guess. Though empty for over two years now, it was the site of many fond memories, not only of Blitz, but of Terra as well. Viscen was babysitting again. It was a wonder how he managed to find time in his schedule to take care of the bubbly seven-year-old. Perhaps his business was only a front. Responsible as he was, the healer could rest knowing her daughter was safe with “Unca Vice”.

The dampener failed to restrain a faint rumble from Amy’s steering console, but even were she in the pilot’s seat, she would hear it no more than the wind rushing past the view-screen. It was a magnificent craft which the healer purchased on recommendation of her husband. He had said something about Admiral Cora Zeth—an ace pilot while living, now a score on Dark Horizon’s killboard—and her preference of Robin class ships. Wicked fast, sharp turning, a perfectly smooth ride, and an interatmospheric thruster that would leave any other planetbound ship class in the dust. A layer of black paint coated the exterior, but most of the small apartment-sized inside shone metallic milky-gray, highlighted with blue neon. The mere fact that Blitz chose it for her was reason enough for Amy to adore it, which she still did.

While her ship was on autopilot, the wearied and worn cleric could relax in the onboard tub. The water was warm and bubbly, soothing to her frayed nerves. Dangling one limber arm over the white marble siding, Amy laid her head back and released a small sigh of pleasure. Wavy, pale-blue hair caused the water to steam, as if the oddly colored locks were frozen. At a verbal command, the ceiling turned pitch-black and glittered prettily. Gazing into that artificial, starry sky, Amy compared her life at present with its nature. Beautiful to be sure, but it was only an imitation of something much grander. Thoughts of her husband soon resurfaced. If she closed her eyes—and she did—the feeling of his hands moving over her naked body was still so clear. What rare chances they’d had to make love were always so perfect. She’d struck gold in that department by marrying Blitz Keir. A faint smile tugged at her lips as the daydream continued.

A sharp jolt and accompanying clatter interrupted her reminiscence, startling the cleric so that she sat bolt-upright and fixed her eyes on the bathroom doorway. Snapping a towel around her, not bothering to dry off, Amy shot to the cockpit and clenched the control panel, scanning the view-screen. What did I hit?

A female electronic voice chimed, “Damage report: repairs critical to hover engines. Requesting emergency landing.”

“Make it quick,” snapped Amy. Whatever hit them had to be bigger than a bird to cause any damage, and pteranadons were still extinct as far as she knew. It could be dangerous. Warily, Amy clenched her small crystal necklace with a protective hand while the ship’s engines gradually died down for descent.

“Dammit, no signal.” Whacking the cell-phone against his palm in a vain attempt to get it working, Drakon watched as the screen shattered. Letting the broken handset fall from his hand, the draconic being rolled his eyes. It was as if fate was conspiring to make sure his trip here was delayed as much as possible.

Might as well gain some altitude, see if I can’t figure which way is out of here…

In a rare lapse of common sense, Drakon fluttered into the air, albino skin, horns and claws replacing his humane features. He hadn’t bothered to check the skies for any hint of possible dangers, which would prove to be his downfall today. The only warning that the dragon got was a mild humming sound, before something far vaster in size than him crashed into him. He felt glass and steel beneath before the concussion kicked in, and the world around him went black.

~

The first thing that occurred to the hybrid as he awoke was the sudden drop in temperature, as if the sun had no reign over this place. The pendant was still clutched in his palm, which amazed Drakon. At the speed he had been hit, it was wonder that he wasn’t dead. Rising from whatever had hit him, he turned to see a severely dented glass dome. Several seconds passed as the dragon tried to comprehend what it was he was laid on, his thoughts broken as soon as the sound of a door opening reached his ears.

OOC: Short post. Believe it.

OoC: Hah! I kept a commitment! Whoo!

BiC:

Frosted cane guiding her step, Amy emerged from the hatch and swiftly descended the exit ramp. There was movement from the corner of her eye, and she turned just in time to see someone disappear across her Robin’s hood. A small wave of ice carried Amy upward to examine the damage. Already the ship’s nanobots were working fiercely to repair the damage. Good. I don’t like being stranded in this place…

There was still the question of what was large and stupid enough to collide with an Alliance vessel. Still, if it were alive, she would be inclined to heal the unfortunate thing. Looking around, Amy saw no sign of whatever caused the impact; only vast, rolling hills and a speck in the distance which would be her old home. Turning to see the hood again, she knew no machine would have survived such an impact. At the speed her Robin had been traveling, the impact would mean certain destruction for both craft and victim. No, whatever hit her had to be something organic and, judging from the dent in her viewscreen, vaguely human-shaped.

A light breeze tossed Amy’s wavy blue hair over her eyes, and in the brief blindness an image emerged. She could almost feel the armor’s electric wrath flitting across her pale flesh as it peeled and melted away. Brushing locks out of her face, the girl shuddered. For awhile, Amy had almost forgotten why she hated this place.

What am I doing here? she asked, carefully examining her arms to assure herself that it was only a memory. Just to be certain, she focused on the limbs and poured her powerful healing energy into them. No repair; no damage. Her skin was perfect as usual. What if it’s him? No… It’s not possible. Even as the monster was helplessly suspended and hostless in an airlocked chamber back at Base 17, that unreasonable fear hung menacingly over her shoulder.

To think the heartless cruelty in Kyros’s face could still be so clear after all this time. The Keir residential mansion was home to many fond memories, but also to the worst of all those Amy possessed. That she returned was no unthinkable to her. Forget it. I’m going home. Hopping off the ice sheet, Amy padded back up the entry ramp, hearing a metallic hiss as the door shut behind her. The sooner she got back to the base and surrounded herself in heavily armed solders, the better.