[ORP] Finding the Blackbird

[Lural]

Argent simply stared at the other children. They weren't taking the offered snack. Well, fine. He'd just tuck that away for later. The two boys glanced at each other, and he had a feeling it was cause someone else was injured. "Slven's probably taking care of-" He stopped when the tent flap opened and he spotted the woman who they'd first seen. Her words were stern, so Argent took them like an order, though she seemed much easier to listen to then Slven.

"Ma'am." Argent nodded as she moved out of the way. He picked up his bag and staff again before stepping out and waited for the others. He caught sight of Slven and the strange man. He was injured, right? That must be who the Children were thinking of.  

[Sen Cross]

Aren didn't wait to place an arm around Slven, slightly grabbing the fabric of his clothes for a better hold. Keeping the other, broken one firmly to his chest, he gave the youth a short nod indicating that he was ready and up to leave. His strenght was draining fast, so Slven and Zephyr would have to handle the children and the way back to the other ship between themselves. He would focus on staying awake for now. There was no telling what would happen if he lost consciousness again, but he could imagine it well enough.

As they left the tent, the children had followed Argent and Amber out of the other one upon Zephirs command.
Their small group seemed ready to leave.  

[elfgurl1234]

So there were others here around their age, huh? probably a bit younger even, gauging by their reactions to them. Of course, they had just survived their ship crashing into an unknown planet, so perhaps a bit of nervousness was to be expected. Still, she and Argent didn't particularly have much time to 'chat' with the boy before news came that they were moving out again. Oh goody. "Alright guys, let's get going then," Amber repeated, gesturing outside the tent once the blue-haired woman had left. "It's a looong walk back home, and you don't want to have to deal with Slven if you don't keep up the pace." ... Well, actually they probably wouldn't want to deal with him period, but the situation was what it was and his presence was unfortunately necessary on this trip.

Amber followed Argent outside of the tent, moving to stand near the edge of the camp with her bow still at the ready. Oh, yikes, that guy Slven was carrying didn't look to be in very good shape at all... Would he even make it back to the ship alright? ... Best for them not to waste any time.  

[Lural]

"You kids.... stay between Amber and myself." He looked at the girl and nodded to her. "We're going to be moving as fast as we can." And he really didn't want the kids to fall behind. Slven was carrying that man, and the lady looked too worn out to carry one of the boys should they be exhausted. And... curse his small body! Argent was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to carry one of them either.  

[Cheekiebirdiee]

The look he was given was pointedly ignored, as this was his place, Zephyr was the one that held no rank here in Slven's mind. As he was the led of the search party and she was the injured rescued. Amber's focused on the older almost copy of himself as he lifted the man from his resting place, the smell of his blood stinging Slven's nostrils as the lift fanned the scent into the air. This could be bad, the thought hit him when he realized they would have to travel back through the woods with a wounded genome.

That could spell all kinds of disaster. Slven seemed to recall Mother once teaching him that things seemed more inclined to go after the weak or wounded and given he would be carrying such a thing. Well. The thought of dropping his father crossed his mind more than once as he exited the tent with him. Troublesome.

Sparing a glance to the gathering children and the woman he motioned his head forward silently before heading back the way they came. They all looked ready to go, good apparently something was sinking in. "....Let's go." Those were the only words that slipped from his lips as the raven started back into the woods, keeping his mind from thinking useless things as he went. "Keep your eyes open.." He added before falling silent yet again and this time remaining so.
 

[Kesmi]

Zephyr didn't have a care for the Aren look alike, had been her kid, he wouldn't be so arrogant, but as it were, it was out of her hands. For the time being anyways, there was always the future when things would happen. Shaking her head she looked down at the kids from the crash before the other two kids that came with the supposed adult. "Alright kids, lets go. Think of this as a new adventure, but stay close. There are more dangers out there then you have fingers and toes." Not really wanting to scare the poor boys, but perhaps it was all that was needed to keep then as close as possible.

"Also if one of you gets tired, I can carry you." Holding out her hands to the boys to take hold if they wanted, she looked towards where Slven had headed with Aren and moved to walk behind him. Not looking to let him out of her sight with Aren so badly wounded. Even her own exhaustion wouldn't hold her back of trouble arose.  

[Sen Cross]

As they set out into the woods, Aren kept himself busy - and awake - with scanning his surroundings, memorizing as much detail as possible. Having a pretty much photographic memory did well for a leader, in his case making up at least nicely for his obvious 'flaws'. Like being rash, fearless ... things that he thought well as positive attributes but did not always prove to be such.
The woods were silent and pretty dark, stretching out for heavens knew how far. He could only hope this small search and rescue party knew their way back to the ship. Slven was carrying a compass, he knew. Had spottet it as they set out. Good thing that was, but he wondered how far away they were from the ship if they were out of the communication range. Well, he would just have to find out.
Slven was ... well, the kid seemed to take a lot after Zeal. He had to force down a dry laugh at that realisation. It hurt, his glacial heart more than his still unbroken pride, to see those painfully familiar eyes look at him with such disdain, being perfectly able to read the unspoken words on his sons lips. Too close to the truth. A weakness. A liability. Aren frowned. Be that as it may, he would not go down without a fight as long as he could still handle a knife. And right know, he could still do that perfectly well.

They were in luck though, making it through the woods and halfway though the plains without incident, frayed nerves on edge and weapons ready.
And as the communicator flared to life, indicating that they were nearing the ship, noone would consider the sound annoing right then and there. In fact, Aren thought it was the sweetest sound in the world.
"Slven? Do you copy? What's your status?"

And he remembered the voice that difted through the small device, firm and anxious and worried, and allowed a small happy sigh to escape his lips. Ghost. Thank the heavens for his luck.  

[Lural]

Argent kept close to the party as they traveled. The children from the ship were near by, as was Amber. The woman, Zephyr, seemed to be keeping a close eye on the children, but her focus was more on the man on Slven's back. She keept looking at him. Not that Argent could blame her. He was wounded badly. In fact, Argent regarded her in a favorable light for being concerned with her comrade, and likely superior.

As they walked, Ghost's voice suddenly came through the communicator. He glanced at Slven. The elder wasn't able to grab it, even if he wanted to. There wasn't even a second thought as he looked at Slven, then took the communicator from the over burdened elder. Besides, he was closest to Slven at the moment, so... "Sir." He murmured to Slven as way of apology for if he was overstepping his bounds. But as he saw it, there was no real hierarchy here. Slven was older, sure. But he was no leader. Argent answered to Ghost, and Ghost was requesting information.

"Ghost, sir." Argent addressed the communicator, and the worried operator on the other end. "This is Argent. We are on our way back." He glanced at the party again. "With 4 survivors. An adult male is injured severely." His relay of information was curt and to the point, almost militaristic. "Adult female, and two male children, minor injuries." All that was left was to wait for Slven to scowl or scold him, and for Ghost's reply.