Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190523205228/@comment-27661770-20190611154800

The rather lonely Alternian was going through some memories in his sleep.

Silence. Stiffening silence, in the lonely cell. To be brought before the Empress herself at noon tomorrow.

A sidelong glance and a dull itch at te back of his head. Normally, he could just...

Damn. Seems this psionic blocker really DID work on limes. He wondered if he was the first.

Hopefully- for better or worse, for victory or extinction, the last.

And then a dull thump in the distance. The troll stood to his feet, curious. What could that be......?

And then, the entire ship went black. Power left, and doors opened.

He took his chance. Ran with a large amount of people, grabbed a knife from a guard, killed two others with it.

Saw... something. He couldn't tell.

But then and there he knew he had to be one of the luckiest ones. One of the ones to get in an escape pod, or die here so close to freedom.

Gunfire. The smells of blood, of all colors. Pain and screeching and fighting, and death abounding everywhere.

He was in luck. There were a sizable amount of escape pods left, and this one was solitary. He shut the door, possibly damning some to their fates but ensuring that it was not a slow suffocation- one pod per person, a hard rule- and waited.

The knife hit the ground as he slept.