When was the last moment Zasz Fenris had slept? An odd question to pose considering one in his position likely warned against anything but an optimal rest pattern. Zasz had lost count of the days since he'd last closed his eyes for any meaningful period. Perhaps close to a week at best, one might shudder at the thought of any longer length. Most sentient creatures with a biological makeup similar to the human anatomy required a several hour rem cycle to allow both the mind and body an opportunity to recuperate. Zasz's people were no less different in that regard, perhaps a bit more sturdy, but no less mentally profound. What the slaver did poses over the average was a suite of enhanced cranial augments wired into his brain-stem. Zasz could act at length all while avoiding mental fatigue through a carefully regulated cycling of neurotransmitters.
The marvels or scientific progress and illegal augments still only pushed Zasz's abilities so far though. To coin an old, and somewhat well worn phrase: he was still only human. His lone function ocular displayed his exhaustion poorly considering his usual chiseled features, but now without anyone to scrutinize him he let out one echoing groan throughout the open expanse of the greenhouse; just in time for vibrations to ripple across the massive vessel. His magnetic clamps held him upright, but did not keep his upper torso from swaying with the sudden movement. In addition, Alex came toppling out into his path from the elevator entrance, bedsheet waving like a flag of surrender from behind her where it snagged on the frame of the doorway. Unfortunate timing again on the part of the youthful mechanic as her proven protector had been too far away to catch her fall, only able to keep his helmet filled with supplies from scattering about the floor. However, Alex quickly owned her shame even as it flared up on her pale skin.
Back onto her feet, Zasz wasted not a second in hustling her back the way she came into the elevator even as she joked about the rapidly deteriorating state of his craft. The Greenhouse was a work of art, practically torn apart to be rebuilt from the inside out, and while it readily needed its fair share of tender love and care, it was not a slagged junk heap falling apart at the seams. The two were sealed inside and headed back up through the shaft to return to the main level. Zasz currently didn't seem all too keen on cracking jokes as he had been prior, instead now one could see, if not hear the clenching of his jaw, all while lights flicked about in his artificial eye implant.
"We're being fired upon. Two fighter ships, military grade from what the sensors picked up. They've shot up the hyperspace thrusters, so I believe their intent is to cripple us." Truth be told, Zasz could only speculate on what faction these newcomers belonged to, or what their purpose was. The fact that they chose to aim for the long distance engines in their opening salvo left hope that something more critical, say the warp drive wouldn't be hit next and tear the ship into oblivion. While not as pressing as the missiles pelting the hull of his starship, a nagging question kept picking at the forefront of his concentration. How had they even found him to begin with? The Greenhouse had been floating in what was essentially a sector of space void of any habitable worlds, much less of anything worth passing through. Beyond that, he'd been traveling with all communication frequencies silenced. The only break in his ship's blackout mode had been to recover the...Diem Vuong.
Giving back his helmet to Alex, Zasz suddenly let out quite the expletive. "Fuck me!" He roared as the elevator opened up to the common deck where in the giant of a man hurried towards the bridge with an impressive pace for his size. Thankfully, only giving a brief glance in her general direction, the princess still remained unconscious atop the couch. "The distress beacon aboard what was left of the Diem Vuong is still rattling off. I completely forgot about it after I found you." A short trip to the bridge, since the elevator was located so conveniently close by, Zasz continued as he took the the command seat at the front of the relatively spacious deck. "The frequency had carried throughout this entire sector, so no wonder these guys found me in the dead of space." The lengthy reinforced glass wall where one could stare endlessly off into the darkness beyond slowly shuttered itself with a blast shield, several slightly opaque displays popping up with status information and visuals on the two ships attacking them currently. "Ah." Zasz started off with a hum of a noise that might have been intrigue mixed with disappointment. "Those are not certainly not pirates." Bright red were the hulls, sleek in design and fast as hell on the radar. A logo was clearly visible, and though Alex would not know of it, Zasz immediately recognized the Russlion empire's banner. "My pursuers, I presume here to retrieve their would be queen." Zasz's fingers quickly took control of the Greenhouse, not that there were any sort of weaponry available to knockout either of the pair of assailants, nor could he as mentioned earlier simply tunnel through hyperspace to escape.
Several more smaller explosions wracked the craft, but as indicators noted they were but negligible hull damage as he sealed off the rooms affected. As if on cue, their barrage ceased and the Greenhouse received an audio hail. "Some demands, I believe." Letting the transmission through gave only a brief pause before a rather aggressive tone barked through the speakers, obviously alien and passing through a translator. "Release Princess Jallee in an escape pod, and we'll let you go. Comply or we'll be forced to board you." A roll from his singular working orb before he cut off the line and removed himself from his chair. "They'd open fire the second they verified it was her in the pod. I know I said it was relatively safe to be around me, so let's just call this an off day." There was the lone sliver of humor he'd give to Alex, the smallest of grins of his face as he passed her by again to leave the bridge. "I doubt those two were the only ones sent out after me, likely just a forward scouting party. We'll need to deal with them and shut off the distress beacon on the Diem Vuong. I'd say just to jettison the scrap heap, but without a means to quickly leave the area, it will still be transmitting throughout the sector."
The captain paced over to where Jallee lay motionless save for a slow rise and fall of her chest and resting gauntlet clad hands atop the worn cushion he let out a grunt of a sigh. "It isn't fair of me to ask you to fight along with me, so I wont, but at the same time I recognize that you are somewhat without a choice." The man would pause there, cocking his head to the side to stare down the youthful mechanic. He couldn't see her as a killer, and honestly neither was he. Like the individuals that would be coming aboard though, he had military training, weapon handling experience, and was well versed in close quarters combat.
"How about this, when we make it through this we can be square in regards to me rescuing you, I'll even drop you off the first chance I have." Never a good judge of character, whatever her intent might have been in the long run aboard the Greenhouse was a mystery to Zasz. Their time together thus far had been a wild ride and didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, but despite what his own intentions were for the woman, he could not keep her with him against her will. As ironic as that sounded, Alex was no mark of his, just a bystander caught in the crossfire of his own blunders. That and she carried scars enough for a lifetime without being opened to more by his side. The choice was her hers, and not one he'd raise a complaint to.
Grabbing hold of the shotgun he'd forgotten on the couch in the earlier encounter he'd hand it over for Alex to use. "I can take them without it, better for you to provide cover fire if necessary." In all that he said, and regardless of what kind of pep talk, if that was what you could call it that Zasz gave towards her, she should take note that he was as confident as could be in preparing to deal with the intruders. After all he did say, 'when' they got through this, not 'if'.
Two distinct impacts hit the Greenhouse, and Zasz wasted not a second in determining where. "Well, should we go greet our guests?" Alex Winger just couldn't seem to catch a break, and whether she wanted to or not, she'd get swept up in Zasz's pace in no time.
The marvels or scientific progress and illegal augments still only pushed Zasz's abilities so far though. To coin an old, and somewhat well worn phrase: he was still only human. His lone function ocular displayed his exhaustion poorly considering his usual chiseled features, but now without anyone to scrutinize him he let out one echoing groan throughout the open expanse of the greenhouse; just in time for vibrations to ripple across the massive vessel. His magnetic clamps held him upright, but did not keep his upper torso from swaying with the sudden movement. In addition, Alex came toppling out into his path from the elevator entrance, bedsheet waving like a flag of surrender from behind her where it snagged on the frame of the doorway. Unfortunate timing again on the part of the youthful mechanic as her proven protector had been too far away to catch her fall, only able to keep his helmet filled with supplies from scattering about the floor. However, Alex quickly owned her shame even as it flared up on her pale skin.
Back onto her feet, Zasz wasted not a second in hustling her back the way she came into the elevator even as she joked about the rapidly deteriorating state of his craft. The Greenhouse was a work of art, practically torn apart to be rebuilt from the inside out, and while it readily needed its fair share of tender love and care, it was not a slagged junk heap falling apart at the seams. The two were sealed inside and headed back up through the shaft to return to the main level. Zasz currently didn't seem all too keen on cracking jokes as he had been prior, instead now one could see, if not hear the clenching of his jaw, all while lights flicked about in his artificial eye implant.
"We're being fired upon. Two fighter ships, military grade from what the sensors picked up. They've shot up the hyperspace thrusters, so I believe their intent is to cripple us." Truth be told, Zasz could only speculate on what faction these newcomers belonged to, or what their purpose was. The fact that they chose to aim for the long distance engines in their opening salvo left hope that something more critical, say the warp drive wouldn't be hit next and tear the ship into oblivion. While not as pressing as the missiles pelting the hull of his starship, a nagging question kept picking at the forefront of his concentration. How had they even found him to begin with? The Greenhouse had been floating in what was essentially a sector of space void of any habitable worlds, much less of anything worth passing through. Beyond that, he'd been traveling with all communication frequencies silenced. The only break in his ship's blackout mode had been to recover the...Diem Vuong.
Giving back his helmet to Alex, Zasz suddenly let out quite the expletive. "Fuck me!" He roared as the elevator opened up to the common deck where in the giant of a man hurried towards the bridge with an impressive pace for his size. Thankfully, only giving a brief glance in her general direction, the princess still remained unconscious atop the couch. "The distress beacon aboard what was left of the Diem Vuong is still rattling off. I completely forgot about it after I found you." A short trip to the bridge, since the elevator was located so conveniently close by, Zasz continued as he took the the command seat at the front of the relatively spacious deck. "The frequency had carried throughout this entire sector, so no wonder these guys found me in the dead of space." The lengthy reinforced glass wall where one could stare endlessly off into the darkness beyond slowly shuttered itself with a blast shield, several slightly opaque displays popping up with status information and visuals on the two ships attacking them currently. "Ah." Zasz started off with a hum of a noise that might have been intrigue mixed with disappointment. "Those are not certainly not pirates." Bright red were the hulls, sleek in design and fast as hell on the radar. A logo was clearly visible, and though Alex would not know of it, Zasz immediately recognized the Russlion empire's banner. "My pursuers, I presume here to retrieve their would be queen." Zasz's fingers quickly took control of the Greenhouse, not that there were any sort of weaponry available to knockout either of the pair of assailants, nor could he as mentioned earlier simply tunnel through hyperspace to escape.
Several more smaller explosions wracked the craft, but as indicators noted they were but negligible hull damage as he sealed off the rooms affected. As if on cue, their barrage ceased and the Greenhouse received an audio hail. "Some demands, I believe." Letting the transmission through gave only a brief pause before a rather aggressive tone barked through the speakers, obviously alien and passing through a translator. "Release Princess Jallee in an escape pod, and we'll let you go. Comply or we'll be forced to board you." A roll from his singular working orb before he cut off the line and removed himself from his chair. "They'd open fire the second they verified it was her in the pod. I know I said it was relatively safe to be around me, so let's just call this an off day." There was the lone sliver of humor he'd give to Alex, the smallest of grins of his face as he passed her by again to leave the bridge. "I doubt those two were the only ones sent out after me, likely just a forward scouting party. We'll need to deal with them and shut off the distress beacon on the Diem Vuong. I'd say just to jettison the scrap heap, but without a means to quickly leave the area, it will still be transmitting throughout the sector."
The captain paced over to where Jallee lay motionless save for a slow rise and fall of her chest and resting gauntlet clad hands atop the worn cushion he let out a grunt of a sigh. "It isn't fair of me to ask you to fight along with me, so I wont, but at the same time I recognize that you are somewhat without a choice." The man would pause there, cocking his head to the side to stare down the youthful mechanic. He couldn't see her as a killer, and honestly neither was he. Like the individuals that would be coming aboard though, he had military training, weapon handling experience, and was well versed in close quarters combat.
"How about this, when we make it through this we can be square in regards to me rescuing you, I'll even drop you off the first chance I have." Never a good judge of character, whatever her intent might have been in the long run aboard the Greenhouse was a mystery to Zasz. Their time together thus far had been a wild ride and didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, but despite what his own intentions were for the woman, he could not keep her with him against her will. As ironic as that sounded, Alex was no mark of his, just a bystander caught in the crossfire of his own blunders. That and she carried scars enough for a lifetime without being opened to more by his side. The choice was her hers, and not one he'd raise a complaint to.
Grabbing hold of the shotgun he'd forgotten on the couch in the earlier encounter he'd hand it over for Alex to use. "I can take them without it, better for you to provide cover fire if necessary." In all that he said, and regardless of what kind of pep talk, if that was what you could call it that Zasz gave towards her, she should take note that he was as confident as could be in preparing to deal with the intruders. After all he did say, 'when' they got through this, not 'if'.
Two distinct impacts hit the Greenhouse, and Zasz wasted not a second in determining where. "Well, should we go greet our guests?" Alex Winger just couldn't seem to catch a break, and whether she wanted to or not, she'd get swept up in Zasz's pace in no time.
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