"Sure." Jadyn smiled at Seth.
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Name: Malitiwah (Mali)
Gender: F
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Has ashen skin, with startling grey eyes. Her jet-black hair is long and smooth, splashed with blue at the back.
Age: 15
Personality: She's very stubborn and cocky. Has a tendency to use sarcasm a lot.
Morphs (Max 3 in the beginning): Wolf, falcon, and *animal pending...*
Other: N/A
BYC Username: SCM
Gender: F
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Has ashen skin, with startling grey eyes. Her jet-black hair is long and smooth, splashed with blue at the back.
Age: 15
Personality: She's very stubborn and cocky. Has a tendency to use sarcasm a lot.
Morphs (Max 3 in the beginning): Wolf, falcon, and *animal pending...*
Other: N/A
BYC Username: SCM
As they walked through the woods, Seth began to think back through the memories he had of how the two of them had gotten along when he first arrived. He chuckled and said, "Remember the night after I crashed here, when I was so tired I fell asleep in your cabin by accident?"
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"Yes." She laughed.
"Yeah..." he said, gazing at the sky. "The stars are beautiful tonight, but they're not alone." Then he noticed the shooting star, and added, "Check that out..."
"Make a wish." She teased.
He began to think then, taking a 2nd look, realized something strange about the shooting star... it appeared to have stopped moving. Concentrating a little more, he could tell that it wasn't a shooting star at all; but whatever it was, it was coming straight towards them! "I wish the shooting star won't hit us!" he said--his voice raising to a yell near the end--before diving towards Jadyn and pushing both of them into the brush to get out of the thing's way. Not a moment too soon either; just 3 seconds after they moved, the whatever-it-was crashed into the ground and plowed through the jungle right where they had been standing--skidding over 150 yards before stopping. It was large--about the size of a 4-car side-by-side garage--and on fire. It looked like some kind of small space-craft. Seth helped Jadyn up but put his arm out to keep her from going near it yet.
"Oh my gosh..." She was shaking.
"Good thing I got my wish, huh? You stay here, I need to go see what it is." he said before beginning his approach. He shifted into a hawk before taking off into the trees. He got to within 50 feet of the craft when he heard a slight hiss and a click, then a section of the side opened up and hinged down; two figures emerged from the door and split-up, one heading towards the back of the craft and the other heading to the front. He noted that they were humans; if they were infected by the Scree or not, and what their intentions were, Seth didn't know, but he intended to find out. Seth changed back to human and dropped down to the ground. He snuck towards the back end of the craft, following the first human while remaining well hidden.
As the human rounded the back end of the craft, Seth crept up to the corner. Then he heard a click coming from behind him that he knew all too well--the cocking of the hammer on a M1911 Colt .45 pistol; a gun design more than 150 years old, but still just as reliable as the changing of the tides. He heard a voice from behind the craft, "Those Sharoni got us good, Mike; the engines are screwed worse than anything I've ever seen. What'd you find at your end?" Acting with lightning speed, Seth conned the man behind him into thinking he was raising his hands, but instead, he clenched his left hand into a fist and grabbed it with his right for extra power. Then, pulling with his left arm and pushing with his right, rammed his elbow into the man's gut about an inch above the waist. He heard his adversary grunt and crumple to the ground in agony. He then realized that the other man was about to round the corner of the craft. No time to go for this guy's gun, better just hide and jump his buddy when he comes around the corner. Seth pressed himself up against the side of the hull and waited. The other man came around the corner and saw his buddy laying on the ground. He looked for what had done it and saw Seth after about 2 seconds of looking. He was trying to go for his gun, but it was too late. Seth threw his whole body into a left round-house punch that conected with the man's jaw hard enough to knock him out-cold and dislocate the bone. He relieved both men of their pistols and cautiously went inside.
He stepped into the cockpit only to find the co-pilot slumped over in his chair, already dead. The control panel had blown-up in his face on impact and there was a 6-ft steel rod impaled through his stomach that went all the way through and was sticking out 2 1/2 feet from the back of his chair. He turned around to find himself staring down the barrel of the pilot's M1911 at point-blank range. He was about to pull the trigger when Seth heard a metalic "CLANG" from behind the pilot. He stood there unmoving for a moment, then fell face-down on the deck; out cold for at least an hour. "Dirk, Al!" he said, relieved at the sight of his friends. Dirk had hit the pilot over the head with a fire-extinguisher, which was the closest blunt object he could find. Seth was about to say more when another man came out of nowhere and clubbed Al in the face HARD with the butt of his .45. A blow as hard as that would have knocked a normal teen out-cold for a straight-week, but the stocky little Italian boy just spat out a tooth onto the deck then, cracking his knuckles, said "My turn." He threw an uppercut to the man's jaw that was enough to lift him off the deck a good 3 inches and nip an 1/8 inch off the tip of his tounge from the sudden closure of his teeth. During his fall, he smashed his head on the bulkhead and went out like a light. Seth was not very surrprised at Al's display and, satisfied that the ship was safe, walked out and called to Jadyn to come on over.
As the human rounded the back end of the craft, Seth crept up to the corner. Then he heard a click coming from behind him that he knew all too well--the cocking of the hammer on a M1911 Colt .45 pistol; a gun design more than 150 years old, but still just as reliable as the changing of the tides. He heard a voice from behind the craft, "Those Sharoni got us good, Mike; the engines are screwed worse than anything I've ever seen. What'd you find at your end?" Acting with lightning speed, Seth conned the man behind him into thinking he was raising his hands, but instead, he clenched his left hand into a fist and grabbed it with his right for extra power. Then, pulling with his left arm and pushing with his right, rammed his elbow into the man's gut about an inch above the waist. He heard his adversary grunt and crumple to the ground in agony. He then realized that the other man was about to round the corner of the craft. No time to go for this guy's gun, better just hide and jump his buddy when he comes around the corner. Seth pressed himself up against the side of the hull and waited. The other man came around the corner and saw his buddy laying on the ground. He looked for what had done it and saw Seth after about 2 seconds of looking. He was trying to go for his gun, but it was too late. Seth threw his whole body into a left round-house punch that conected with the man's jaw hard enough to knock him out-cold and dislocate the bone. He relieved both men of their pistols and cautiously went inside.
He stepped into the cockpit only to find the co-pilot slumped over in his chair, already dead. The control panel had blown-up in his face on impact and there was a 6-ft steel rod impaled through his stomach that went all the way through and was sticking out 2 1/2 feet from the back of his chair. He turned around to find himself staring down the barrel of the pilot's M1911 at point-blank range. He was about to pull the trigger when Seth heard a metalic "CLANG" from behind the pilot. He stood there unmoving for a moment, then fell face-down on the deck; out cold for at least an hour. "Dirk, Al!" he said, relieved at the sight of his friends. Dirk had hit the pilot over the head with a fire-extinguisher, which was the closest blunt object he could find. Seth was about to say more when another man came out of nowhere and clubbed Al in the face HARD with the butt of his .45. A blow as hard as that would have knocked a normal teen out-cold for a straight-week, but the stocky little Italian boy just spat out a tooth onto the deck then, cracking his knuckles, said "My turn." He threw an uppercut to the man's jaw that was enough to lift him off the deck a good 3 inches and nip an 1/8 inch off the tip of his tounge from the sudden closure of his teeth. During his fall, he smashed his head on the bulkhead and went out like a light. Seth was not very surrprised at Al's display and, satisfied that the ship was safe, walked out and called to Jadyn to come on over.
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"Seth, are you alright?" Her eyes were wide, and her face was pale.
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