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The silver king--wall--their own king was pinned to a wall, Ami did something-- Roch was lost. So he looked at their commander, looked at the spears, and ran a hand over his face.

Then he looked at the others. "We can't let this attack go unanswered, can we?" he asked them. "The silver king attacks us in our own kingdom. He does THIS to our commander! Do we just stand here and stare at the commander? Or do we get even??" he demanded. "Get some healers over here! I'm goin' t'war!"

"Don't worry, commander, your sacrifice will not be forgotten," Roch leaned forward to whisper to the stunned looking Wilson. Then he headed off, into the war that was his last chance.



[EXIT]

Poke stood by stolidly as the other crew-men - her Allies- were enveloped in gas. She ground her teeth together, trying to keep her emotions and anger under raps until she saw their lifeless bodies fall to the floor. After that she closed her eyes. She didn't want to cry. She didn't like crying. It was a sign of weakness and she wanted to be strong for herself and everyone else. But she could still feel the moisture in her eyes as she tried to force it back.

And then came the appearance of Ryan. At first she thought he was just angry. But when he began to attack the commander her eyes widened in pure shock.

"...WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She shouted ready to jump into the fray, but stopped dead when she saw the silver crown materialized. Was that...was that really the silver king? In her moment of confusion she bore witness to Ami's sudden demise, and her commander pinned to the wall by those massive spikes. Her anger reached her peak, and she let lose a deafening roar as she charged at the silver king as he walked away. Though instead of taking him down, the only thing she did was to smash her head into the wall.

Stumbling backwards, snarling like some savage animal, eyes looking around as if she would still find the silver king still aboard the ship. "WHERE ARE YOU!" She shouted in pure anger. "GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!"

In her rage she stormed out of the meeting area. And onwards she stormed until she reached her living quarters. She needed to get something first before she went out with everyone else. And that something was leaning against her bed post.

A high powered, high tech Lazer Bazooka.

In all honesty it was a over compensating piece of metal, and it would of been better to get a lazer gun which was far more easy to wield and was more accurate to boot. But when she was in a foul mood, and when there were massive Alien beats attacking the ship, it always made her feel better to blast them to smithereens with this baby.

Just like she was going to do to those assholes on the battlefield.

Picking up the thing and mounting it on her shoulder, she marched back towards the meeting room and looked around the room with a bit more control then before. Though as she saw Roch and Zephyros leave, she still saw the commander pinned up against the wall. She couldn't just leave her commanding officer like that, so she marched over towards the stricken Wilson and Literally, slammed the end of her bazooka into the wall. Her aim wasn't to hurt Wilson, but the wall itself. Those spears looked dangerous to the touch, so her guess was to get rid of the wall so there was nothing to pin him up.

Yeah, that was her logic. But at least she was breaking stuff.

Elliot watched the scene, frozen. There was nothing he could do, Elliot knew that if he stepped in, he too would be slaughtered. There was something off about Ryan, something that was soon explained by the crown of silver sitting on his head. Someone had to die. Someone had to die, this was Wilson's weak spot, this is what the enemy was aiming for. He knew it so well, that someone had to die. That this was the way to crush the boy's soul. Someone had to die, but just one person. No need to throw a second life out there needlessly. Ryan just needed one person to die.

Afterwards, he wasn't sure what he expected to happen afterwards. After Ryan had left. The other members stepped forward, they wanted to see something, to hear something from their Commander. They got nothing. The boy was catatonic. He said nothing. He did nothing. But Elliot knew what was going through Wilson's head. When the others had left, one by one heading off to do battle for this little boy, Elliot stayed. He moved towards Wilson. The boy hung there like a defeated idol, seemingly having lost the will to live just because of some words. Well, Elliot had words for Wilson too, but they were not any kinder than Ryan's.

"Are you the sort of man that was always weak? Stop being so greedy, while you stay here moping your men are walking out to die. You are the commander, this is the responsibility that you must bear."

Then quieter, kinder, when the steel had gone from his voice, Elliot said, "If you don't get up, then they will die for no reason. You cannot change what has already happened, but if you stay here and blame yourself then those men, those men who believed in you, will die betrayed by their own belief in your strength."

It didn't seem to be working, her weapon of choice hardly making a dent in the wall. Though the commander wasn't doing anything to help himself, and that worried her greatly. Though as she stood back, she saw a small pandabot come to pat the commander on the leg. If the situation wasn't so serious, she would of thought it adorable.

Turning around, her face softened at the look of Mitsu. She was petrified, it was obvious. There was talk of battle going around, of course the shifter would be scared.

"Mitsu." She said as calmly as she could, her bazooka resting on her shoulder once more. "Theres no shame in staying back here. You're a excellent medic, I'm sure you'll be able to help the commander out. It wouldn't do us any good to see you get hurt out there." She grinned. "I'll fight them all for the both of us."

With those words, she strode of the ship, ready to rage war.

[Exiting!]

Lumikki stood completely dumbfounded as she watched Roch walk away. Was she really going to let him leave like that? He hadn't even actually told him how she felt let alone let him run off and possibly die for something she wasn't even sure SHE believed in anymore, let alone he believed in.

But something terribly wrong she could only stand watching as the commander was hit he was...no...

"no..."

She hadn't even realised that she had screamed. Her mind reeling as she over heard Mitsu rush off. No she couldn't leave they were needed at the ship...but Roch had gone off. Looking down at her hands she rushed out of the room, she wouldn't be able to do much but at least she would be able to help Roch and her other crew members. They wouldn't want her to just stand there she could be useful.

[[exit]]

In all his years serving as one of Silver King's informants, Sinclair had rarely been called upon to do battle. There had been certain messy situations, but he had steered them away from physical altercations: he talked a good bluff and relied on his wits, and no small measure of charm to save him. When he charged into the Silver Tower, he expected these very things to serve him well, and they had. Of course, carrying Zephyros' electromagnetic weapon didn't hurt, but without his own skills, Sinclair knew he wouldn't have managed to survive.

That was what this was: survival. It seemed now that the only way to survive was to fight.

He heard the intruder barge in. Heard the screams -- from the commander, and from voices entirely unfamiliar. How could he ignore them? Sinclair had stood there and watched as that man, more like some strange, foul creature oozing Miasma, fashioned a mockery of their crown. Watched as he tore away parts of the ship and impaled the commander, watched him hang limply from the wall, watched the man playing at being a King disappear into nothingness...

What trickery was this? That man was not their King. Their King was dead and buried amidst old legends and secrets. And there they were again, those words -- the True King. But it was only until after the fact did Sinclair manage to think any of this -- at the time, he stood there and did nothing but watch.

Commander Wilson was not his king, nor was the White Kingdom his home, but he couldn't help but feel as though he should have done something. As the remaining crewmates (there were more of them, earlier; he tried not to think about the reason for their absence) gathered around their fallen commander, Sinclair was again reminded that it was not his place. The flicker of happiness he felt at seeing Zephyros again was short-lived; Zephyros was the first to go. The others followed his lead, and soon they were disappearing one by one, soldiers marching into battle.

Sinclair was... not.

The ship was much quieter without them. Out of the people who remained behind, he recognized another Silver refugee -- those clothes were unmistakable. He had seen her out of the corner of his eye a couple of times, and remembered her the way he recalled a distant face in a crowd; vague, but familiar.

Sinclair approached her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. With his other hand, he pointed towards the closest exit. He tried to smile, and his voice came out strained, but not unkind. "I think you and I ought to talk about what exactly we're going to do next."

Dakota was lucky the punch from Madeline knocked him so far out, he might've thought he was dead on his way to a very certain death hunter in a very certain junkyard and having to say some stupid password.

Instead, he groaned...Voices ringing around him. He heard Wilson, and he heard some other boy. He heard them arguing but it didn't register because he was still rolling from pain and from pain of the heart.

It all came back now, Madeline's sacrifice. Goddamn it. He should've known she would've taken his place. Though they barely knew each other in their real lives, Their alternate lives were so deeply intertwined, he was still choking from the ones emotions at losing the one he loved dearly.

He needed to focus. He moved his limbs, testing them one by one by one until he knew that his body was still working. Next came fully opening his eyes. The room swam in bright light, blinding him for a moment before the voices rang again. Instead he still his sounds and shifted.

When he stood up all he heard was Ami's forceful command to whoever..Elliot or whatever. On the floor was Kat...Where was Ryan?

What the ******** had he just missed on?

"What the ******** is going on?"