RPG Black Horizon: Deimos Rising [M-LSV]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][I]Van watched as Allen sat down beside him, Van's meal must have gone cold at this stage so he decided to leave it with the two fork embedded in what was left of the meal. The smile on Allen's face told him that he hadn't heard their conversation before Van kissed Trini which made him a little less anxious, he wondered if he should tell Allen, he owed him an explanation but he didn't really feel ready to give one just yet. Van looked out the window on the mess hall onto the bleak rock that was Deimos, several metallic structures could be seen on the surface, it sent a chill down Van's spine.[/I]

[b]Allen:[/b] [[I]Off-handedly[/I]] You OK Van, or does Trini have this effect on all guys ?

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Chuckles weakly[/I]] Enjoyed the show did you ?

[b]Allen:[/b] [[I]Laughs[/I]] I didn't know you and Trini were that close, a working relationship I get, but I don't want to walk in on you giving her a "check-up".

[I]Van laughed a more loudly at Allen's last joke, he didn't really care for it's context but it had been a while since he felt like laughing if Deimos was to be his grave then at least he'd have had a laugh before he went. His stomach rumbled and he actually gave a second thought to his dinner, scooping it up in his hand he brought it back over to the oven and set it to be reheated. Allen engaged him in a minute of so of idle talk while his meal was reheating, stuff about what they were going to do back when they got home.

A few seconds later the oven chimed and he removed the meal one again, however in err this time Van forgot that it was quite hot and ended up burning the tips of his fingers. Cursing he took out an oven glove and removed the meal within causing himself further injury, Van could hear Allen routing at something in one of the presses nearby but he gave it little consideration. Sitting back down he was just about to take a bite when another fork descended into the meal, "Damn you Allen" he thought happily as the two of them ate away.[/I][/SIZE]

[Hinata]

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She held her head down for a few more moments and sighed in and out, giving up on thinking. [I]Waste of time.[/I]

She shrugged and got up slowly, groaning a but, feeling as if she was much older than she was.

"Growing old's a bitch." She strecthed and yawned loudly before moving back down the corridor of the ship, her footsteps clanging louding as she advanced down the hallway. She was about to bypass the mess hall and go straight for the Medical Bay when she remembered the briefing that ws supposed to take place soon.

She turned on her heel and headed back to the the Mess Hall hoping Allen and Van were still there. She smiled as she entered seeing Allen taking her place in the bowl of food and Van glancing sideways at him.

"How sweet," She laughed starling the both of them. "You know there's some Spagetti and Meatballs in there as well, and I'll be happy to provide the music, you know. A Lady and the Tramp type scenario."

Allen frowned and looked dead at her. "As long as I get to be the Tramp, cause I look horrible in a dress."

She smiled again and glanced at Van real quick. He looked back at her smiling.

"So," she started, snapping back to attention, "When you gonna start this briefing Captain."

"Damn, let's get going, I guess my stomach got in the way of really starting this mission."

"Ahh" she waved it off." All's forgiven."[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][i]Van chuckled at the thought of Allen in a dress but decided he was better off not knowing, he cleared off what was left of the meal and took his place at the briefing table. "And now we see but through a glass darkly", a line from a book he'd read once. Allen announced over the intercom about the meeting which left just the three of them in the room, three of the original survivors, Van sighed before relaxing back into his seat.[/i]

[b]Van:[/b] [[i]Jokingly[/i]] Who's up for a few hundred litres of whiskey before we do this ?

[b]Allen:[/b] [[i]Smiles[/i]] Any other day I mightn't passed that up... [[i]More seriously[/i]] But you know as well as I do Van that this has to be stopped here and now.

[b]Van:[/b] [[i]Sighs again[/i]] Yeah I know Allen, we have to finish these [B]things[/B] off once and for all.

[b]Trini:[/b] I was just thinking about Satell and Ruben...

[i]The room went quiet, comrades lost in the name of the mission, Van had prayed for each of them everyday for the last month, but it made little difference, he was a Doctor and they were dead. Which one of them would be the next to go, he had not answers, "Damn it Allen I'm a Doctor not a Fortune Teller", he often wondered would it have been easier just to drink himself to death all those years ago. The doors of the Mess opened and in strode most of the others, save one of two, but he guessed they had all the time in the world.[/i][/SIZE]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen crept in silently, followed by Ana in quick succession. The two women sat down silently at the table and looked up at Allen.

Avlen did not sigh, but she was feeling a bit off color. Seeing other people this close to her bothered her. She felt like curling up inside herself and not leaving. With a horrified feeling, she realized the doctor was looking right at her. Avlen didn't move, feeling that if she did, she'd instnatly regret it.

.....her jaw locked slightly, and she attempted to relax.[/i][/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969]Stretching, Gabriella strode into the Mess Hall. She noticed that Allen, Van, and Trini were already there, as well as a few others. Nodding to a few who waved or smiled, Gabriella took her seat next to Allen. She checked her watch and whispered to Allen.

Clearing her throat, Gabriella relaxed herself. She could hear the various conversations that came from the other tables. Each sound overlapping and intertwining with each other. It wasn't as melodic as the way her machines sounded, but it was a comforting sound. Dead silence never suited Gabriella, it gave her a creeping chill down her spine. Even in work, she always had to have noise. It was how she was.

Gabriella looked around and noticed the facial expressions on everyone. There was that of Van and Trini, exchanging, what looked to be, looks of either lust or something close to it. Then there was Avlen, always disappearing into her shell as she watched someone. Ana, on the other hand, had an expression hard to describe. It was...unlike the others. The others were either scared to death or nervous and excited. But, the last to look was Allen. His expression told her that going on this trip was something hard on him. It showed, yet he covered it up well. He created a barrier of captain-ism and a tough and jaded look to him.

With a sigh, Gabriella put her arms behind her head as she crossed her legs. She closed her eyes for a few moments, letting her eyes rest while her mind hears everything aruondh er.[/size][/color]

[Corey]

[size=1]Allen watched the remaining crew members saunter in. The SEALS all walked in at the same time, all in stride and took their seats at the back of the room. Allen looked everyone over quickly. He glanced at Van and he nodded. Allen stood.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Ok. We're a day or so away from Deimos. Even though we slept for a long time, everyone needs to try and sleep tonight. Everyone needs energy." He pulled up the display and brought up the slideshow he had made. "This," the screen switched to a diagram of the Deimos colonies, "is Deimos 001 and 002. I've showed you this before. This," a section started blinking red, "is where we'll be landing and entering the colonies. Corbin?"

[b]Corbin-[/b] "Yes sir."

[b]Allen-[/b] "Four of your team will take point and three will take rear. We will be in the center, weilding a couple of automatic pistols and maybe a rifle or two." Corbin nodded. "We will make our way to the crew quarters, here, and quickly search for survivors. The Hubble II had discerned that there are some human lifesigns. They're not sure where. The readings are being refracted somehow, but if there are survivors they would probably be there where there are weapons and food stuffs." He swtiched the screen to a wide shot of the first complex and the tunnel leading to the second. "The tunnel is possibly caved in. It's made of a tritanium alloy, but that doesn't mean it's unbreakable. Corbin, your demolitions expert might have some work." Corbin nodded to a female member of his team.

[b]Corbin-[/b] "I have full trust in Five." Allen nodded, surprised at the sudden numerical designation he had been briefed about. The NG-SEALS were elite. The numerical designations were for efficiency and to show who held seniority over whom.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Good. We touch down in under fourteen hours. Be at the docking hatches in thirteen and a half. That's all." He stood up and motioned for Gabriella to follow him out of the room. They both stopped in the hall. "We have less than ten minutes until he wakes up. Let's go."[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen exited the room silently, she had crossed her arms across her chest and looked very calm, quite unlike a woman flying towards what would certainly be her demise and the demise of everyone else. She headed towards her room, as if on automatic pilot. If she crossed people in the hall, she did not look up, merely straight ahead.

It was like she had become an android. There was no backwards motion, no confusion, no expression on her face. It was like the gel pods had drained both the fluid and the independent thought from Avlen's person. When the doors hissed behind her, also on automatic pilot, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and shivered and sighed. It was cold. But she liked it that way.

"...who is Avey anyway?"

She crashed onto the bed, this time falling face forward, spread eagled, definetly not an android anymore. She grasped the pillows to her chest, hugging them tightly, as if she could break them apart or pull them into her self, then she curled her legs up to her chest and yanked the duvey over her head. The fact that she was still wearing what she'd worn earlier didn't bother her. She wasn't wearing heavy boots, as a matter of fact, she was still barefoot. With her face mashed into the mattress, she moaned, relieving the exhaustion that had been buildling on her.

The strain from staying alone for so long. And as soon as she closed her eyes, sleep washed over her in one long continuous wave.[/i][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=Plum][i]Ana exited the room silently. She was very tired, like the Captain had said. Somehow, all that hibernation, all that restful nonsense, all that continual nothing, did nothing for her. Rather, she felt like she'd been awake for years. The exhaustion was palpable on her face. Anyone passing her in the hall could see it. And it was not pretty. It gave her a gray pallor, a sense of being old and used up. She entered her room the way she'd left the mess hall.

Unnoticed except by the internal sensors. Once safely in her room, she began to undress. She pulled the fabric of her shirt above her head and dropped it in the hamper. Then she undid her pants and felt the fabric slither down her thighs and calves. With one hand she expertly undid her bra and then pushed off her panties. The clothes collected of themselves, and she turned to the shower. Some like it hot. Some like it cold. Some like it in the ass, nine days old.

She punched the button for a 90 degree shower and stepped in, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall, elbows bent up for her forehead to rest on. So tired. So empty. So...nothing. Not even fear.[/i][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][I]Van just sat quietly while Allen gave the briefing, he was too tired and too familiar with the mission to have paid full attention. If there were survivors down there it was his job to patch them up, get them to the ship and get them home, in the event that they couldn't get off this rock he supposed he'd give them and gun and hope they didn't turn it on themselves.

As soon as the briefing ended he got up from the table and wondered where he should head, he'd slept long enough and there wasn't anyone on board who needed medical attention. That left him either walking around aimlessly for the next few hours before he eventually found something to do, or he could go down to the armoury and take a look at the weapons they'd been provided with, something in his army blood called for it...[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] [[i]Non-plussed[/i]] Allen, I'm going to head down to the armoury for a few hours, see what kind of equipment they've shunted us with.

[b]Allen:[/b] [[i]Somewhat surprised[/i]] Alright, just make sure Corbin is okay with it.

[b]Van:[/b] [[i]Laughs[/i]] If he gives me any trouble I'll demote him back down to a Private.

[i]The conversation pretty much ended there, Allen nodded and Van decided to take his leave nodding back. The hallways always looked the same on these ships, always the same white sterile walls that looked like they went on forever, Van really hated being out here, knowing exactly what they were facing. He got to the lift without really realising it, the armoury was on Deck 2 as far as he remembered, Corbin and his troop were probably down there right now doing the same thing.

The lift hummed for a number of second before stopping, Van stepped out and continued down the hall until he reached the dark grey steel door of the armoury, after the last mission they'd installed a palm reader so that only authorised personnel had access to weapons. Without any surprise Van found himself coming face to face with Corbin, it was a bit of a tense moment, Van wondered if the Seal thought of him as a General or as a Doctor. The question was answered fairly quickly when Corbin saluted and his troops did the same, Van smiled and saluted back with a phrase he'd not used in years.[/i]

[b]Van:[/b] At ease troops. [[i]Laughs[/i]] Alright now show me the shit we're expected to wipe these bastards out with !

[i]It all came back so naturally to Van, the feel of command, as if he'd never really been away from it...[/i][/SIZE]

[Corey]

[size=1][i]Sorry for jumping out so fast when I just got back, but I'm going to be gone to New York until Mondayish. Please keep the sotry going. I'll post the landing when I do get back if there's been enough roleplay during my absence.[/i]
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Allen and Gabriella walked slowly through the doors. The gel had already gone liquid as opposed to it's normal semisolid, and the man's face was slightly more dicernable. Allen had enough time to think why they hadn't thought to identify the man before they blasted off. Or why they had decided to keep him on board...

[b]Allen-[/b] "Oh you sneaky bastards..." Gabriella looked at him with a surprised look on her face.

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "What?" Allen turned to face her as the last of the resusitation fluids pumped into the man.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Don't you find it a little weird that we decided to keep an unidentified person on board the ship? I do." He walked over and peered through the plastic pod. "We're already being effected by whatever is out there on Deimos. They played a trick on our minds from millions of miles away..."

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "My God... I didn't even think we were dong anything wrong."

[b]Allen-[/b] "I know. It's ok. We'll handle it soon." The pod hummed to life and began warming the fluid, regulating the mans body temp. "He'll be up soon enough." Five minutes later the man crawled out of the pod on all fours, obviously groggy and rather disoriented. Allen and Gabriella helped him into a sitting position. Gabriella stepped away and grabbed a tranquilizer gun. She cocked it with professional deadliness.

[b]??-[/b] "Who... Where am-" He stopped his words and stood quickly, attempting to run out of the room. Allen watched him stand and motioned for Gabriella to do nothing. The man fell flat on his front, his legs refusing to work after such a long sleep. Allen and Gabriella helped him into a sitting positio, again. Allen crouched in front of him. The man was attempting to hide his face.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Who are you?" The man looked away, hands covering his features. Allen slapped him hard. "Who are you and why are you on my ship?" He was an older man. The reminent of a military build still clung to his close to naked body. Gray hair colored his hair. "Answer me now, or you'll die." Allen pulled a small service pistol out of his belt. He cocked it and pointed the barrel at the mans head. Slowly, the man turned and dropped his hands. "What. The. FUCK!" Allen quickly unloaded the gun, feeling his control beginning to slip, and tossed it to Gabriella, throwing the clip to the other side of the room. "What in the name of GOD are you doing here Rawson!!!" Admiral Rawson straightened up and attempted to stand. His legs buckled and he sat back down.

[b]Rawson-[/b] "Did you really think you were coming all the way out here without some kind of proper governmental observation, did you?"

[b]Allen-[/b] "What were you doing snooping around?!"

[b]Rawson-[/b] "I wanted to know more about General Ambrose's coma-like state. I was to report anything unusual back to central intelligence."

[b]Allen-[/b] "Sabotage. You were sent to sabotage us." Rawsons face did a mock-fall.

[b]Rawson-[/b] "Please Captain Chubbs, give me a little more credit than that. I love Earth as much as you. I don't want to see it destroyed."

[b]Allen-[/b] "Gabriella, we're going to escort Mr. Rawson to the brig. He will remain there for the remainder of this mission." Rawsom opened his mouth to object but Allen quickly grabbed another tranquilizer gun and fired a round at him. He went limp and fell to the floor off of the bench. "Let's go." They both hooked an arm under his armpits and tugged him across the floor to the brig, which was, of course, on the next level up.[/size]

[Gavin]

[size=1]Just on a side note Corey Van is a General, not an Admiral, interesting plot twist adding Rawson to the mix.

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[I]Van watched as a pair of Corbin's men pulled out a number of metallic containers from different shelves in the armoury and deposited them down infront of Van and Corbin. The other end of the room was a testing range for the guns they'd be using, holographic copies of different combat situations meant that they could train in pretty much any environment. Corbin was holding up what appeared to be a plasma pistol, Van had seen some prototype stuff like these but nothing nearly as complete or advanced.

He held out the pistol to Van that he took and inspected, it looked pretty similar to a normal pistol though there were some very obvious differences. He ran a finger down the barrel before returning it to Corbin who promptly gave it back to one of his men. Different cases in the room contained different weapons, it seemed some heavy stuff, assault rifles, shotguns, grenade launchers, and even a few weapons which Van didn't recognise.[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] Seems pretty heavy stuff Corbin, but then again we don't want to come unprepared.

[b]Corbin:[/b] Yes sir, these creatures have proven themselves to be a direct threat to the human race.

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Running his hand down his left shoulder[/I]] They certainly are... Can I give you one piece of advice Corbin ?

[b]Corbin:[/b] Yes sir ?

[b]Van:[/b] If you see someone who has been bitten by one of these bastards down on the Deimos don't be afraid to put a bullet in their head, trust me you'll be doing them a favour...

[I]The mood shifted on that note, Van could almost sense that something was wrong on the ship, he excused himself before making his way to the sick bay where he came upon Allen and Gabriella. He shook his head for a moment before confirming that they were dragging along a man, it took a moment for him to recognise who it was but then it clicked.[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Confused[/I]] Rawson ? What the hell is he doing here ?!

[b]Allen:[/b] [[I]Stoically[/I]] He was our stowaway, come on Van give us a hand, he?s headed for the Brig.

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Laughs[/I]] With pleasure.[/size]

[Hinata]

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Trini whistled to herself as she left the briefing, very nonchalant about how things were starting up. She didin't know whether to be nervous, relaxed or stone-faced serious so she just allowed her mind to go blank for a moment.

[I]Ahh, an empty mind.[/I] She continued to think but as soon as her mind spoke those words, many thoughts seemed to interrupt her brain. Her childhood, adolescence and young adult hood more so than anything. Memories that made her smile some, some that made her feel ashamed, and many more that wanted to make her cry, but she was strong enough to hold the tears back.

Her feet though kept moving her, as though already predestined to take those steps. The path was walked with no problems. She didn't trip as she looked up at the ceilng from time to time. Or closed her eyes for a moment in time. But they just kept moving. Driven by some inner power.

She thought she was headed to her room but woundup in front of the medical bay doors, where they opened as she approached them. Soon her focus came back to the present as she looked around the sparkling clean yet empty room. Soon soft echoes were heard in her head, followed by a loud scream that made her flinch, that yell, it was Satell's and then before her she saw herself Van and Satell, the memries of the last mission playing in front of her. Very vividly as if she was standing outside her body. None noticed but then she saw herself. Her eyes gleaming back brilliantly at her. A wicked smile crossing her face as she stood up. Van and Satell soon broke back into darkness and Trini was faced only with herself.

She saw her face, or better yet what was her face becoming disfigured followed by the rest of her body. Soon the mass of flesh and blood was staring at Trini dead on with fiery red eyes and shiny sharp white teeth. A weird noise ruptured from its body and it attacked.

She sank diwn ti the grund covering her face in fear her arm scratched by its claws and then only a cackling followed by silence. Trini lifted her head from her desk and looked around the room. The medical bay was empty only she remainded there, startled from her sleep by the dream. She kept looking until she felt a strong sting emulate from her left arm. She looked down and saw blood trickling from five long marks. She touched them just to see if they were real and saw the blood tranfer to her fingers. She even placed the fingers to her mouth, tasting her own blood and remembered what happened in her dream.

She looked around again and the cackling softly echoed in her head. "It begins now."

She rose from her desk and moved slowly in the med bay, now tending to her arm.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Thanks Van." The three of them walked out of the brig, each exchanging a small worried glance. "Computer, seal brig doors. Authorization: Chubbs 408 Golf Niner."

[b]Computer-[/b] [i]"Doors sealed."[/i] Allen looked at both of the others.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Both of you, sleep. It's an order." Van lazily punched him as he went by. Allen flipped him off and walked toward his cabin. He was tired, maybe the only one. It didn't matter. They'd be landing soon and he wanted his energy. Allen passed a porthole and stumbled. "Good lord..." He peered out and saw a gigantic globe of red more close than he ever expected. He certainly knew why it was named after a war God. It certainly seemed angry... His initial shock faded and was quickly replaced by dread as Deimos drew his vision. It seemed angry, more so than the planet its orbit took it around. The nager had nothing to do with color. It was the sooty grey of most space rock. It went deeper. The small moon of Mars, the colonies just drifting into view, reverberated with hate. It tugged on your mind, urging you further in, further into the web until you couldn't get out. And maybe it was his imagination, but the moon looked dim. Not darker, darker implied that there was more black in it's color. The dim of the moon seemed more like a loss of reality, or the perception that it was there had been toyed with to make it seem almost like a dream...

[b]Avlen-[/b] "Captain Chubbs?" Allen jumped so violently that he bashed his head against the wall and lacerated his palms with little crescent-shaped fingernail marks.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Jesus fuck!" He crumpled to his knees holding his head.

[b]Avlen-[/b] "Are you ok?!" Allen had gotten the pain in his head quickly under control, his palms burned but nothing major.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... I'm ok... How come you snuck up on me like that..." Avlen looked confused.

[b]Avlen-[/b] "Captain... You've been standing here for hours. I watched you, Van Ambrose and the weapons woman come out of the brig and then you stopped here. I dozed off and when I woke up you were still here... I thought you might be in trouble." Allen was looking out the window again, trying to get some kind of grip on the time he had lost. It had seemed like seconds.... "Captain!" He snapped his head away with a quick jerk.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Thankyou Avlen..." He straightened up and felt how incredibly stiff his back was. God, he had been standing a long time. "Ummm... What time is it?" She looked ta her watch.

[b]Avlen-[/b] "About thirty minutes until we're supposed to be at the docking hatch..."

[b]Allen-[/b] "Fuck..." No sleep for him. "Ok. I'll see you in thirty." She turned and walked away, glancing back once to make sure he wasn't staring into space (literally) again. He watched her go, a slight prickling in his chest. She reminded him of Satell, no doubt about it. He rubbed his face and started jogging to his quarters. He needed to pack.[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"....poor Captain."

[i]"He looks like he could use some comfort. Don't you think....?"

She smiled and changed her clothing into a more suitable uniform. But again, no shoes. It was something she'd always insisted on, and as a communications specialist, away from the thick of things, she had never needed them. Instead, she sat quietly and filled out forms and files for others and made no waves.

"But how shall we comfort him? .......how indeed."

The captain was just coming out of the shower when he heard a small beep. It signified someone at the entrance to his quarters, waiting for permission to enter.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the door. Avlen was standing there, leaning against the doorjamb, her arms loosely crossed over her breasts. He blinked, as if to clear his vision. It wasn't quite as he'd imagined. She was wearing a simple uniform, with a light shirt over the skin tight spandex underneath. He stod to one side and she walked in quietly. He gestured and she sat down on his bed. She supported herself with her hands and arched her back slightly. He averted his gaze and pulled on a shirt.[/i][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[size=1][I]Van was actually more tired than he thought he was, ?No rest for the weary? he thought before laying back into his bunk, this would hopefully be the last time he?d have to go through this. He wondered exactly what he?d do once he got back to Earth, that is if he got back, something told him that Deimos was going to be his resting place, but Van had faith in himself and his friends... He had thought about going back into R&D for the Army but there was an underlying desire to just retire and get some enjoyment into his life after so many years of pain. He tucked his arms in behind his head before attempting to doze off, the rooms seemed a bit bare but for the mission wasn?t a pleasure cruise by any stretch of the word. After about ten minutes of lying alone on his bunk he decided to maybe do a bit of stargazing to settle his mind, though Deimos wasn?t exactly the best place to stargaze.

The floor was actually a lot colder than Van thought, a shiver ran up his spine as he crossed barefoot to the window, his reflection was visible, the same fair hair and beard he?d come to recognise every morning as he brushed his teeth. He ran one hand down the reflection and the other across his face, ?A picture?s worth a thousand words, if they knew what happened to me this picture would be worth a few billion?. Van remembered how scientists had always been fascinated by the myth of the Fountain of Youth, it would seem Van had found it in some shape or form. The starts around Deimos seemed brighter, perhaps in contrast to the grim reality that was the moon. It seemed much closer than Van had though, he may only get a nap before being thrust into the arena.

The door of his room slid open slowly, a greyish looking spectre hovered semi-ominously before coming through slowly, Van wasn?t impressed by his doppelganger?s new ploy and merely brushed one hand thought it. A kind of cackle echoed around the room, as though the spectre was happy at Van?s lack of fear, the same voice echoed out as before though the mood was more cheery.[/I]

[b]Voice:[/b] [[I]Laughing[/I]] Aww not in the mood to play eh brother ?

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Non-plussed[/I]] Not really, besides you?re parlour tricks are getting a bit sad.

[b]Voice:[/b] Heh heh well then I guess we?ll get right down to business or don?t you want to talk to me ?

[b]Van:[/b] If I don?t have to I?d rather save our encounter for a face to face meeting, that way I can put a bullet between your eyes.

[b]Voice:[/b] [[I]Tutts loudly[/I]] Well I see you?re in no mood to play nice, besides when we meet you?ll more than likely be begging me to spare the life of your simple cohorts.

[I]Van walked back across the room and lay back onto his bed[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] You?re really just an annoyance now you know.

[b]Voice[/b] [[I]Offended[/I]] Fine, you don?t want to be civil then I?ll take my leave of you.

[I]Van watched the spectral form float out the window before Van moved to take a long hot shower, it?d be a long day and he was in no mood to get caught with his trousers down.[/I][/size]

[Hinata]

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The blood from her arm had messed up her shirt and had begun to stick to her skin some of it in congealed clumps, others pieces completely dried to her skin. She wiped off what she could and cleaned up the med bay before leaving. It wouldnt be too long before she and the others would arrive at Deimos. And she still had a bit to do.

She cursed herself and moved out of the bay, locking it so that some people won't be tempted to investigate and made her way to her room. The door opened quickly and grapped a pair of pants, a plain shirt, and the proper undergarments. She looked at the bra and panties for a moment laughing at the fact that one of her friends had brought before she left. They were the ones who managed to keep her up on the trends of what a woman should and should wear, and God knows she long forgot about that factor of life. She bundled the clothes and with a swift turn turned back to the door and exited quickly.

She moved down the hallway quietly and saw Van's door. She was tempted to knock when she remembered the blood on her shirt. She kept moving along and came to the showers. The doors slid open and she stepped inside humming softly for a moment ignoring many of her surroundings, she put her clothes down and got undressed keeping on only her underwear and bra as she entered the stalls. She heard a shower going in the background but took no heed in who it could be and finished undressing as the steam bellowed out of the room where all the stalls were located. The only thing she disliked were no doors on the stalls but she wasn't worried at least this person was in the stall. She entered the room and saw a figure through the steam. The body seemed to lean against the wall soaking up the comfort from the hot water.

She moved to a spout turned it on allowing the water to heat up. "I hope you didn't take all the hot water."

The figure pushed up from the wall slowly and turned his head slowly towards Trini, who had just stepped into her own stall. "Don't worry I can share."

She heard Van's voice. And stepped back out thinking her ears were playing a trick or she was dreaming again and saw him standing there a bright smile on his face. She smiled back and turned off her shower and went to join him.

"Nice of you to share," she stepped in and let the water wash over her and her head. Not noticing Van's eyes graze over her body. She opened her eyes after wetting her hair and looked at him his eyes penetrating hers once more and she was swept into them again. She moved in and kissed him quickly her body surrounded in his arms. [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Corey]

[size=1]He pulled the shirt over his chest and slipped on a pair of camo pants under the towel.

[b]Allen-[/b] "What're you doing here?" She layed down and crossed her legs.

[b]Avlen-[/b] "I thought I'd help you make up for your lack of sleep." She sat up and stretched out her arms. "Maybe with a nice backrub." She got up and walked over to him, tossing the towel away and moving to his back side. She slid her hands down the cures of his back. Allen let himself be pushed to the bed. He fell on his stomach, Avlen crawling over him and beginning a slow massage.

[b]Allen-[/b] "God... That feels good..." She worked her hands across his back. [i]Why am I doing this? I just lost Satell...[/i] Avlen moved her hands lower and grabbed his butt. "Whoa!" He turned over, her body falling right on his. "Ummm..." All thought had been momentarily erased from his mind. Just the feel of her body on his, the warmth, the lust. [i]I loved her... And she saved us. But... I've moved on... I have to. Besides, who knows if we'll make it back this time.[/i]

[b]Avlen-[/b] "Yes?" He smiled slightly.

[b]Allen-[/b] "I think I could live with that kind of massage..." He smiled a little wider. "You have fifteen minutes."

[b]Avlen-[/b] "Plenty of time." She began unbuckling his belt.[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]She rose off of him while jerking his pants off in one fluid motion. Then, quite calmly, she began to remove her suit. As it dropped to the floor delicately, he watched her unsnap her bra from the front and slide her thong down her thighs, only to be dropped on the pile of clothing. She smiled at him and crawled back to where she had been originally. Only this time, her naked body was rubbing against his.

He looked at her through half closed eyes. Avlen's were closed completely, offering him a lovely view of the delicate veins running over her eyelids, the soft curving of her eyelashes, and the smooth lines of her eyebrows. With both his hands he reached up to caress her cheeks. Then both lashes parted and he found himself staring into the golden pools of light that were her eyes.[/i]

"Yes?"

"It's nothing."

[i]Avlen smiled at this and leaned down to slowly kiss his lips. Then she nibbled down to his throat and neck, elliciting a moan from her Captain. Both of her hands expertly explored his chest, sensitive fingertips trailing over his nipples, and brushing over his rib cage. He shuddered when she lightly nipped his hips with her fingernails, then called up every ounce of self control when her palm made contact with his erection.[/i]

"Saluting your Communications Specialist?"[/COLOR]