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The good doctor followed Eris' lead, falling in a few paces behind the woman as she took off. The einst tracked their path, superimposing it over the map it had constructed from the data in the terminal earlier. There were a number of slight discrepancies, but nothing too significant. That was...

"Sir Beaumont, reporting from Sector Gamma." Now that was a name William Exeter would certainly recognize. The Grand Arbiter did not often take idle strolls, and this was no exception. While his status would have afforded him the leeway to refuse the call to arms for Knights, to do so would have...

Name: Charles Beaumont Age: 31 Gender: Male Height: 5'10" Weight: 157 lbs. Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Ethnicity: Caucasian Appearance: Other Information: - Official Title: Grand Arbiter of the Lunar Kingdom of Everglory Biography: "Make way! Make way for the Grand Arbiter!" The mere...

"In a Randgrith? What did you do, just punch them until they fell down?" The statement made Ana raise an eyebrow. She was marginally familiar with the design - it was fairly widespread - and as far as she was aware, they didn't come packaged with a dedicated melee weapon. Impressive; she was...

"I see." Spotting Prisca's discreet entrance over Ashley's shoulder, Anastasiya absent-mindedly flashed the woman a return salute of her own even as she continued speaking. "Don't worry about it. Sounds like your machine and mine probably have more in common than either of us realize. Except for...

Eris' words would be underscored by the extradimensional being pausing its stride, head swiveling back toward the pair. You...seek... Its features shifted - the first time they had done so until now - brow and nose wrinkled, mouth turned down at the corners, eyes tightened. It was a bit like...

ENOUGH. The prehensile tail shot toward Eris a second time, slithering snakelike along the floor as though it possessed a mind of its own. It rose in great coils from the woman's feet, twisting and elongating as it wrapped itself tightly around her petite frame from neck to toe. It was as...

"Hah!" Ana let out a hearty chuckle at Ashley's stammered apology, a grin flashing across her features. She gave the smaller woman a friendly, reassuring clap on the shoulder - gently - with her free hand as they shook. "I get that a lot, don't worry about it." Her gaze turned up at the Tripoli...

The thing's head snapped around at Eris' shout, blank expression not betraying the measure of surprise - or whatever substituted as surprise in that alien mind - that it felt. It seemed as though the female had somehow defeated its control. Curious, as none of the humans it had encountered had...

The waiting woman would be alerted to the presence of the second individual to arrive by the sound of a low groan. It was the sort of involuntary noise that was caused by a particularly satisfying stretch, and investigating the source would reveal Anastasiya - as gargantuan as ever - rolling her...

The thing's charge was cut short as Farron's shots struck it true mid-leap, a great spray of bracking-green fluid - blood? - splattering across the wall of the corridor as the rounds punched deep holes in its flesh. It tumbled from the force of the impacts, striking the floor with a series of...

The chime of the core seemed to vibrate Anastasiya to the very center of her being, resonating through the Gespenst's frame like nothing she had ever experienced. And then, she was gone - the woman's eyes widened as she was surrounded by a swirl of light and color. The pulse of reality-warping...

"Space pirates?" The doctor tut-tutted, shaking her head softly in disbelief. "What is the world coming to? We'd have never heard the like back when the station was busier. But now..." She trailed off with a shrug, her smile apologetic. True enough, Eris' associates - well, now former associates...

This male, he made things almost too easy, literally walking right into its grasp. But it was too early; it needed them both. The other would no doubt appear in time...humans had a tendency to stick their noses into things. That much it had learned from experience. "Excuse me." The woman's nose...

The thing stopped abruptly, pausing mid-step to balance on one elongated foot. It had sensed...something. Its face twisted slightly as enlarged nostrils seemed to emerge from nowhere, and a foot of tongue-like protrusion emerged from between serrated jaws, waving to and fro as it tasted the air...

...this is so stupid. Anastasiya grimaced at the plan that was rapidly forming in her mind as the Gespenst hovered above the combat, having discarded the overheated mega buster cannon a moment before. If it worked, it should work brilliantly; if it didn't...well, better just to concentrate on...

The Infirmary turned out to be about what one might expect: a stark, sterile place with little in the way of adornment or real comfort. Being intended only for the base's inhabitants, it lacked the front desk or lobby one might expect from a civilian institution, with the hallway instead seguing...

Likely much to his chagrin, Farron would hit a roadblock almost immediately: his door of choice refused to cooperate. Only after giving the switch set into the wall a minor beating would the portal grind reluctantly open halfway before becoming lodged forevermore in place. It was enough space...

Beyond the doorway lay a hallway of perhaps a dozen meters in length, featureless and uninteresting aside from the aforementioned doors sunk alternatively into the walls, ceiling, or floor every meter or so. The far end opened into a small room, perhaps a hub of sorts based on the low security...

"Way ahead of you, boss!" Anastasiya couldn't prevent the grin that flashed across her features as the Gespenst burst forth from the Tripoli''s innards - no matter how dire their situation, that first deployment gave her an undeniable rush. And frankly, after the ship's captain had pulled off...