Lt Cmdr Ishani Kasun - Which way did they go George? Which way did they go? (Tag: Amaase/Foster/Pirate)

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(Pirate Ship Drowning Band))

Pirate: Got ya!

It was a triumphant crow, and all of a sudden there was calm.  The maelstrom stopped.  The chaos ended.  The pirate walked towards the door, talking to someone outside.

They could move from their hiding places.

Amaase: Has anyone seen Blackwell?

Foster: I lost sight of her.

Kasun: :: She shook her head :: Not since she first took a ride on the pirate.

Amaase: I'm hoping she hasn't been crushed. But I don't see blood. So that is good. Right?

Foster: Usually, yes.  ::a pause, desperate:: Rue?! 

His face turned from pale blue to an unhealthy shade of chalky grey.  He did not want to dwell on the possibilities.

Kasun: We can only hope. 

She placed a comforting hand on Foster’s shoulder.

Pirate: There’s MORE! You get back here you little rats!

And she sounded furious!  Feet stomping towards the console.

Ariana: Run!! ::she shouted to the others::

Ishani took off running with the rest of them. To where would be left up to split second decision and panic.

Foster: Stick together!

Kasun: But if you can get away, do so! 

Someone had to get away to finish their mission. 

Pirate: You are ALL MINE!  I’m gonna GRAB YOU and HUG YOU and SMASH YOU!

Kasun: oO That’s not normally how the quote goes. Oo

Because of course her mind had to focus on the most inane things while under a deadly threat.

Foster: I am gonna be sick.

Kasun: Do that later!

A giant meaty hand slammed down on the tabletop far too close for comfort.  

Ishani hopped on the broom ahead of the other two and rode it down like a fire pole. She landed and rolled out of the way of the rest clutching her rugburned and nicked hands to her chest.

STOMP STOMP STOMP!

Oh, God, giant feet.  Again.

Foster: Which way?

Ishani looked around in restrained alarm for anyplace they could find that would put them out of grabbing range. Her hurried glances noted nothing obvious, but still they had to move and she picked a direction that would take them into the debris field.

Kasun: This way.

Amaase: ?

Foster: No, I feel like death warmed over, but I want to live.  Let’s go.  I’ll pass out later.

Kasun: :: Ishani nodded, she and Amaase couldn’t carry him while getting away themselves. :: Then lets go.

Amaase: ?

Pointing, desperate.

Foster: That pipe, she’ll never get in there.  Looks like it leads to one of the machines.

Kasun: Good catch. 

Ishani picked up the pace and dove into the pipe.

Amaase/Foster/Pirate: ?

Ishani scrambled further back into the machine, out of the away from the pirate’s grabbing and slapping hand.

Kasun: Get back.

Amaase/Foster/Pirate: ?

She leaned over, propped up by her hands pressing into her thighs. 

Kasun: Well at least we can catch our breath for now. 

Amaase/Foster/Pirate: ?

The size of an eye a third their height glaring at them from the pipe entrance was alarming on an instinctual level.  This had to be how a mouse felt. Still despite the shiver creeping down her spine it did give Ishani an idea.

She glanced around their area and noticed some large metal scraps lying about. Some sharp and pointy metal scraps. A plan formed in her head, she would need to act fast to take advantage of the circumstances.

Kasun: oO Gore it is. Oo

Ishani raced forward and snatched the nearest scrap of metal and charged forward towards the pipe entrance before the pirate had a chance to realize what she was doing and thrust the makeshift shiv into the pirate’s exposed eye. Ishani immediately let go and dashed back into the shelter of the pipe. 

Kasun: :: Shaking off the revulsion of feeling the pirate’s eye give way below her weapon, she gave Amaase and Foster a shaky smile. :: That’ll take care of her for a while. 

Amaase/Foster/Pirate: ?

Lt. Commander Ishani Kasun MD, PhD

Chief of Security

Starbase 118 Ops

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