Cyril looked over to Dara as the General continued his rant.

"This mission is more important than all your lives," The general said. "The Emporer wants those cloning machines! Further more if you don't have that shuttle as a rout of escape then you will all die on that planet."

-We can go... they may demot us but we can't let natia die.- Cyril thought to himself.

He took off his helmet, not concearned about the suspiciouns it would cause.

"Everybody get on the ship, were leaving," Cyril called out.

"I'm not letting one of my team die, and since the General thinks it's so dangerouse here not to have an escape rout we will just have to go with her."

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"Yes Sir"
Dara hadn't heard whatever the general had said; but it was obviousely bad enough that it was worth risking demotion and possibly death to disobay him.

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(I'm not sure where everyone else is.... They mentioned being gone for about a week but it's been more than one week I thought.... *shrugs*)


Cyril headed for the ship. He didn't stop and think about just what he was doing and what it more than likely looked like.

Truth be told he was glad to disobey orders, it lifted a burden off his shoulders that had been building up from unjust command, heartless slaughters, unneeded risks, and other flaws in the Empire commands.

It was, as many would say, the preverbial straw that broke tha Bantha's back.

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Dara hurried back to the ship behind Cyril and into the sick bay. He looked at Natia worridly; she was now breathing; but somehting was still wrong

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(I guess I will wait for a while, see if the others are going to come back soon)

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((Sorry I haven't posted, but I don't know what to put because Natia is unconious.))

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The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: Yeah.....about that. I forgot we had our prom this weekend, so...I've been up until about two or later for the past few nights, but I should be able to post with more regularity now. Not that I really know what I would've posted before. I'll assume that the General was on an open chanel.

IC: Dante simply zoned-out through the General's rant. It was none of his business as none of the contents of the conversation would have any effect on any decision that he would make. It took him a moment to snap out of it once Cyril told them to mount up.

Figuring out that they were leaving the planet, probably for good, without finishing their mission, Dante arched an eyebrow at Cyril, "You sure this is a good idea?" Then again, it wasn't like Dante really cared if it was, but it would be a shame to see a man ruin his career over a small decision like this. 'Course, he personally had done that more times that he could easily count and his career wasn't ruined.....yet.

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Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(That's ok guys, I understand you are all busy. And yeah with natia out of it I wouldn't know what to post either lol But we should get her back up and running soon )

Cyril looked back at Dante as he asked his question. Cyril looked back up the ship ramp as the wrods rung in his head. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

he turned back to Dante with a firm look onhis face. "No... I'm not," he admited. "But I'm tiered of sitting by and watching people die because of some commanders selfish abitions to get a promotion. Especially when I can stop them from dying, and especialy when it's someone I care about!"

Cyril whirled around and walked into the ship, heading straight for the sickbay. he couldn't believe he had just said that outloud... none the less into his helmet mic so the General could hear it.

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((I will have her start wakeing when they are back in space.))

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(ok sounds good, since the planet is her problem. I'll wait for the others to post first I suppose)

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(lol alright then)

The group filled into the ship, an steadily growing unease filling the air.

Cyril headed right for the cockpit, fired up the engines, and angled the ship upwards. They climbed through the atmosphere, slowly at first, then gaining great speed as they broke out into the dark expanse of space.

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Natia woke, and slowly opened her eyes. "What happened?" She asked realiseing she was on the ship again, and that the feeling of doom was gone.

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~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Dante had his helmet off, balancing it on one knee, his face blank as he stared at nothing. Natia spoke, and Dante shook his head, quickly blinking his eyes to refocus them. "Well," he said, "I'm not quite sure, but I think you fainted. Then we came up here, and now your better." He let his helmet clang to the floor as he leaned forward, "Which makes no sense at all." Dante said at all with a slight accent, making it almost seem like he was saying a tall, but that was one of the quirky things he had picked up from somewhere.

He then leaned back, shoved his foot into the gap in his helmet, and flicked it up into his hands, a smile on his face, "But things stopped making sense long ago, so why should this be any different?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Cyril walked briskly over to Natia, took her hand and felt her pulse... almost as a reaction or an involuntary movement.

"Are you ok?" he asked her, concearn still filtering through his words.

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"Sir...'s" Dara remembered to make it a plural. "Would you mind if i examined her a moment; myslef" Gently he moved Cyril's hand away and did a quick cheak up.
"You didn't faint marm. But you were unconsiouse. There's apsolutly nothing wrong with you, your the same as you always are. But something on the planet affected you and it wasn't a virus of any kind."
He turned away and began to fill in a chart, then stopped. "Sir." he adressed Cyril "This isn't something to do with the Force is it sir? A freind once told me that Force users could do something like this to people."

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