What Goes Out

Delithita

She stood at the mountain's peak and raised her fist angrily at the fleeing Blood Eagle Colony Ship. She was too tired to attack it directly, the day long fighting had taken it's toll, even though she had tried to pace herself, there were simply too many of them, and not enough of her squad, of which, only her and Icey remained. And the fight was won simply on the revelation of who the BE were toiling with. Two of the legendary ghosts.

Saying a rather impolite string of words she checked herself for any injuries. She had a few scratches, and a bullet wound that had found it's mark in her left shoulder. Angrily she remembered that hit. She had brought a shield pack so that she could conserve her energies. Her shield faltered under the assault of three mini-gun wielding eagles. She was fortunate that only a single round had found her flesh penetrable, she had annihilated the three within seconds of being engaged, but they had surprised her, so quick, she was more angry at herself for being caught off-guard then for being hit. Looking down her legs she smiled that her rose emblem was unblemished upon her left thigh. She wore standard Children of the Phoenix issue Hoplite armor. A few mods off course to the paint job, like the antipode's sigil upon her right shoulder, the rose on her left thigh, and a ring on her left hand. Made of a translucent material that was strong and changed colors depending on how the light struck it. Something her husband had made for her.

"Swearing at it won't shoot it down." Icey's voice came from behind.

"Be nice, or I'll throw you at it in an attempt at the same." Too tired to be mad anymore a smile broke her face. "Ok, how many of our people are still standing.?"

"None that I've seen. But you must realize, the battle stretched over this entire continent. Rendezvous was broadcast for the drop-ship's location in 3 days. These tribals, if they are alive, will be here. If not, then they're dead." sighing at the loss of life, she looked back on her tribal days. She had joined the children of phoenix shortly after it's inception. The vision in which they fought under attracted her, plus she wanted to meet the great warrior Phoenix herself. Now, however, bickering and infighting besieged the clan. It was time to go home. Back to the Heartworlds, back to Mercury and Maria.

"Bring the Firebird down. We're going home."

"Huh? Home? You mean Mercury?" no response was given. Del was already removing her tribal armor. Icey smiled and followed, enjoying the view the whole way.

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Snapping up to a seated position, she mumbled curses at herself. Her nightmares had returned. Looking over to the other side of the bed, she smiled at Icey's sleeping form. He'd not have woken were the ship breaking up around them. Standing up she grabbed her woolen nightgown. More out of modesty than warmth. They had two tribals on board with them, two promising thinkers (and lovers from the sounds) who had long wanted to see the Heartworlds and Mercury, home of the Ghosts. Going to the bridge of the small transport ship, she looked outside the windows at the hyper-web that surrounded them. Beams of light here and there, it looked rather linear, a solid jump line, carefully hidden by Del and Icey so that they, and only they could frequently traverse the distance to Mercury and back to Tribal space. A few branches to areas of space that were believed to be the current residing places of the other Ghosts. But they were heading straight on.

"The darkness has returned I take it?" Turning slowly in the chair she regarded her husband evenly.

"A rather silly question, why else would I be awake in the middle of a jump?" pausing for a second Icey pointed to an adjoining corridor.

"They're awake." chuckling at Del's scowl he drew up a seat next to her. "Well at least I know why we're going back to Mercury. You're hoping that Maria and or Altas can help like last time?" he knew her too well. Bowing her head she began to cry softly. Icey reached out and took her up in his arms. She trembled terribly, her sobs wracking her body. So much power, yet she couldn't control her sub-conscious, her "Id". Doing his best to comfort her he jumped for a second. She'd stopped crying. Looking down, he smiled. She had fallen asleep. A habit she had when he held her for long.

"Don't worry love. The demons shaint haunt us this time. This time we'll haunt them."

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