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After an undetermined amount of time, the pod woke Blue with a slightly cold breeze.
It ruffled his hair he sat up in the pod and watched as the last of the containment sponge dissolved to allow him to move again.
Sitting up he felt the familiar nausea waft over his stomach and head as his body woke from its forced sleep. Eyes focused and through his thick glasses he watched the small window and saw a sky of blue and a few yellow leaves, not unlike the kind found on Terra.
He took the time to organize his thoughts, The ship, Cloda, it was all gone.
"Frag!"
Hearing his own hoarse voice was difficult. It brought the reality of the situation to the front and he felt for a second it may be more than he can handle.
Some breathing exercises helped but he still felt the bile rise to his throat as he stretched his limbs and first tried the door. It was not unlocked and it would stay locked until the decompression had finished. That wouldn't do, flexing his fingers he took up his abandoned job of hot wiring the door and after only an hour of frustratingly harmless yet sore electrical discharges he heard the pleasing sound of the door open, followed by the clear fresh air of the new world he was on, the one that murdered his ship.
Already he hated this place.
On unsteady feet he left the pod and looked about. Not much to go on, wilderness by the looks of it and a single grand structure in the distance, just about visible.
Breaking into a run he made for the Plaza.

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Oct. 4th, 2016 02:13 am
misterhix: The King wants to walk as a mortal, so they shall (Default)
"Don't ever do that again!"
His words were all but lost amidst the constant screaming of various alarms warning him of dozens of dangers all at once.
"I'm sorry Blue but I don't have the software to deal wi..."
"SHUT UP!"
Two sets of hands, hers and his worked tirelessly to try and save what functioning systems were left before the damage spread. He pulled out the panel at last and saw the beating heart of his vessel. It spun like a ball of white hot fire entirely too fast and the wave of heat it let out was curling his scraggly facial hair, only his thick glasses saved his retina's from instantly drying out.
The engine was doomed, his ship was caught in the gravity of a foreign body and there was nothing he could to stop it.
The G-forces were beginning to kick in, smaller, lighter things slid off their surfaces and either broke or rolled along the floor, the sudden addition of gravity was combated by the ships internal artificial gravity but that would not last with all the systems shutting down. Before he could think of it Cloda lifted him by the upper arm and dragged him to the Panic-Room. Fighting against her was natural, she had never EVER done this before, never laid a hand on him without instruction. The Series 12's were distinctly obedient, it was what sealed the deal on keeping her.
"LET GO, I CAN FIX THIS JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE TO..."
Flung unceremoniously into the small panic room, Cloda stared with calm at him while her hand casually plunged into the control mechanism ripping it out of the wall and closed the door in a series of motions so fluid only an android of her quality could do it. As soon as the door closed the alarms went away, so did all noise and oppressive heat from the disaster just inches away from him.
"CLODA, OPEN THIS DOOR CLODA, NOW!" He beat his fists against the small window though he knew she could not hear him now, the small three feet wide chamber was entirely sealed from the rest of the ship. Her thousand yard stare seemed to break and she focused on him with a small curt smile before turning and walking towards the bridge, into the thick black smoke.
"CLODA. CLODA!" Hands went to wires, now bare and sparking, with curses and haste he worked to hot wire the door open, to save his ship, to save his Android but purple gas was being pumped in, a sedative to set him up for hibernation, the panic room would keep him alive as long as possible while he was protected from the elements and other hazards but that only mattered if he would get rescued, there was nothing to suggest that the planet was even there a moment ago but it just APPEARED as if by magic.
Trying to hold his breath and work quickly he felt himself grow weary, tired and finally sleepy as the gas carried him off into a deep dreamless slumber.

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