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@HoodedHuntress Erin has left the ship to find the boy that caused the wreck. Ezor the Melæian and River the human are still on board with Atlanta, unsure of what to do. Sorry if this RP is getting confusion, we have several timelines going on at once.)
Erin had never felt this way before. Then again, no one had ever killed someone that close to her. Fire burned behind her eyes. She wanted hurt someone. To kill something.
Then she heard a shout. She shrugged it off. She could see the boy, now. The shank was burning a hole in its holster. She fingered it.
The healing capsules she had left on the ship scratched at the back of her mind. Never had she hurt anything without healing it again. After it was tied down, of course. The shout came again. Ignore.
The boy saw her now, and a stupid grin formed on his face. He still held the ray gun. Erin pulled out the shank, dropping the neuralizer. She wanted him to remember what he did when she watched his light fade.
Just before she reached him, someone grabbed her arm. She pulled against it, trying to squirm free. "Let me go!" She said. Or tried to. Most of it came out as an angry growl.
Before she knew it, she was on the ground, hands behind her back. "He killed Patches!" Erin screeched, her eyes locked on the boy. Her captor thrust their knee into her back.
"You're under arrest." Came a voice.
"For
what? He has the gun!" Erin twisted around to see a girl.
Just a girl. "You're not police."
"So you do speak." She said with a crooked smile.
Erin tried to take this in. Girl. Hair in dreadlocks. Dressed in tights.
Obviously retarded, Erin thought.
She turned back to where she had last seen the boy. Nothing. Only now did she notice the rocks grinding into her sides and face. "He got away," She whispered, "you let him get away."
That did it. Erin thrashed, turned, and kicked. Sending the girl flying back.
Erin rose, not bothering to dust herself off, and advanced. "Who are you?" She demanded.
The girl got up, fear starting to grow in her eyes. "How did you get out of-"
"I asked you who you were." She was nose-to-nose with her, now.
She straightened up, all fear gone. "I am Star."
"Well,
Star, do you realize you just let a murderer go?!"
Murderer was stretching it a bit, but Star needn't know that. Erin grabbed Star's skintight shirt, scratching the skin a bit. Good. "I have fought beasts ten times your size. What gives you the authority to arrest me?"