~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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The Centaurian stomped his way over, "We are not returning with that."

"Agreed." Vellora took a shaky breath.

"Why did your own husband insist?"

"He knows something that we don't."

"I don't care. She is about to become an outcast by choice."

"We don't abandon our own." She felt a tear fall down her face.

"There aren't many who go against the sacred code, there are even rarer corruptable hearts." He stomped. "I have served with you all your life, since the day you were born. That Mare needs to be taught a lesson."

The Terrellian guard smirked trying to lighten the mood. "I though you were attracted to her."

"Not any more."

"Her loss." Vellora stood up holding her arm.
 
Shandrak ran for the next level up Just before she jumped Izouix covered the opening. She slammed back down hard. NO! She huffed. I can't do this. Not yet. She hesitated and breathed heavily trying to figure out what to do. The Izouix wasn't a threat to her itself, but Manex would know for sure she was there if she touched it.
 
The Centaurian stomped his way over, "We are not returning with that."

"Agreed." Vellora took a shaky breath.

"Why did your own husband insist?"

"He knows something that we don't."

"I don't care. She is about to become an outcast by choice."

"We don't abandon our own." She felt a tear fall down her face.

"There aren't many who go against the sacred code, there are even rarer corruptable hearts." He stomped. "I have served with you all your life, since the day you were born. That Mare needs to be taught a lesson."

The Terrellian guard smirked trying to lighten the mood. "I though you were attracted to her."

"Not any more."

"Her loss." Vellora stood up holding her arm.

Unknown to the others, Callabine was recording their entire conversation. To be fair, she had been filming everyone on the ship, herself included, since she had taken off. She noticed something on one of the monitors. Than another something. And another. She got a sinking feeling as she realized that she was in the center of a circle of Drex warships. She touched the com button. "Fasten your seat belts, ladies and gentlemen. It's going to be a bit bumpy for a while." She counted to five, then spun her ship and began firing at the Drex. She managed to destroy three warships before the remaining five ships returned fire.
 
Vellora laughed. "Buckle up? Terellians don't throw that easy." She held out her hand and the Centaurian Guard threw her in his back and handed her a weapon. "Stay ready just in case they show up on board. Callabine!" Vellora being a Terrellian could hear as well as the Centaurian can see. "Move your divider, if they board you need to worry about flying and not a pistol at your head, we'll keep them off. If they get you... we all die."
 
Shandrak ran for the next level up Just before she jumped Izouix covered the opening. She slammed back down hard. NO! She huffed. I can't do this. Not yet. She hesitated and breathed heavily trying to figure out what to do. The Izouix wasn't a threat to her itself, but Manex would know for sure she was there if she touched it.
The only way for her to go was back through the center door.... or let Manex know she was back, and it wouldn't take him long to show up... it wouldn't take him long to see that she was with child. There was things she could do to help; but would it empower Manex more, or would it finally touch his heart enough to create the slightest soft spot? Heart... the biggest heart of all. She thought to herself. She had no doubt in her heart that a permanent trap lay the other way, so she ran and jumped through the Izouix Back up to the main level. The Izouix parted, staying away from her as she passed through. If she could make it back to the light realm she'd be alright but it was a jaunt, and Manex, no doubt to her mind, was now on his way to intercept her.
 
Before Anyone could even blink she had put her pistol back in the holster and had her energy blade in her hand and activated, "Simulation Level 11." She said.
 
Before Anyone could even blink she had put her pistol back in the holster and had her energy blade in her hand and activated, "Simulation Level 11." She said.
Kasha waved her hand in a pattern, she had some type of glove with control chips in it on her left hand (it was a specialized control devise she had designed for her, complete with bio-capabilities). The simulator activated and they were in an enemy ship that looked damaged, and there were currently no threats in sight. Kasha still had her weapons holstered. The goal is for us to take the bridge, together. Neither gets left behind, and you have to have two in order to pilot this type on enemy craft." Kasha nodded. "Good luck." Kasha took the rear guard to see if Ellesara could actually find the bridge. The language was Ancient Drexian, and unreadable, she would require the skill of design memorization to find it.
 
The only way for her to go was back through the center door.... or let Manex know she was back, and it wouldn't take him long to show up... it wouldn't take him long to see that she was with child. There was things she could do to help; but would it empower Manex more, or would it finally touch his heart enough to create the slightest soft spot? Heart... the biggest heart of all. She thought to herself. She had no doubt in her heart that a permanent trap lay the other way, so she ran and jumped through the Izouix Back up to the main level. The Izouix parted, staying away from her as she passed through. If she could make it back to the light realm she'd be alright but it was a jaunt, and Manex, no doubt to her mind, was now on his way to intercept her.
She ran back toward the great hall, she was almost upon it. I must be quick. She made it to the edge and sensed him. How close she didn't know. He wasn't as angry as he could be, his shadow seemed stronger the angrier that he was. She slowed down and cautiously crossed the open space.
 
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