Cαɴ'т ѕтop, woɴ'т ѕтop (Crim)

[pipintan]

The year was 3000. Man had inevitably destroyed Earth, though to everyone's amazement, they had not wiped out each other in the wars they had amassed. Man was now searching for a new place to call home. So far, they had been forced to hop from planet to planet, stuck on their spaceships; oxygen was rare for these planets, as alien races had been fighting for longer than man had been alive. In the whole universe, there is now only three hundred types of species alive, counting man; there used to be millions upon millions, though war, planets burning up, and diseases have now slowly dwindled the numbers.

In all these years, however, there has been a race alive since the beginning of time, when the world began. They are the first race of species that have survived against every thing that has been thrown at them. Because of this, the race believes that everything is out to get them, quite intelligent really. Unfortunately, this race of species might be killed off, because of a disease they received while traveling to a distant planet to trade with a close by race. That will be the last time they do that. For some reason, the race has found someone that can potentially save their race.


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One of the warriors that has been patrolling in the cells where its crew captured many prisoners, slows at one of them. It's a large creature, standing about 6'4, and with its lanky stature and long thin arms propped up like a grasshopper, it looks like an old man from where the prisoner was from. The humanoid alien's skin seems to stretch in what could be a grin, as it stares down at the prisoner.

"How are you feeling?" It clicks, its long tongue flicking out of its mouth, tasting the air around the prisoner, "I do hope you are comfortable." There's no sense of teasing in the alien's voice; it truly sounds like it is worried about the conditions of its prisoner. The alien turns its head, almost like it is concerned that it is stepping out of line talking to the human, its bald head gleaming in the fluorescent lights that hung overhead. "You are our most prized prisoners," it continues, glancing back, its black and beady eyes seeming to grow darker, "we shall do everything in our power to make you more comfortable."

[CrimsonMoon]

(Should I RP the human or...? XD sorry)

[pipintan]

(Yep! I was planning on being a couple NPC's and the spy highjacking the Chulani's ship to save your character. )

[CrimsonMoon]

(Got it! )

The young man who looked back at him just frowned defiantly, his blood red hair seeming in sharp contrast to his coffee brown skin and yellow eyes. He didn't reply but merely gazed at the alien with a passionate hatred. He did not care if they valued him, he did not care if he may have beem this oppressive race's last hope... All he cared about was destroying the enemy. That's what a soldier is trained to do after all

[pipintan]

The Chulani frowns, looking a bit confused as to the prisoners silence. "Can you not speak, male?" It asks, tilting its head to the side, "we do have a communicator, if you cannot speak; this will help immensely to this process if we have a way to talk to you." The alien doesn't seem to understand the cold hostility the male was giving off, as the Chulani believes it is only quiet fear. It talks to the male with a calm tone, as if to calm the male's "quiet worries."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Where are you taking me? Why did you nab me?" he responds coldly, standing and balling his fists near his sides

[pipintan]

The alien peers at the male, its beady eyes calculating. "I do not understand," it finally replies, "I thought that you knew of why we took you... I had believed that my comrades had told you why you are here. If they have not, I request your forgiveness." It gives him a stiff bow, its backbone pressing against its taught skin.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I was not told," he growls suspiciously, eyes narrowing as he stood, looking increasingly uncomfortable

[pipintan]

The Chulani blinks at the human, taken aback that its other crew members hasn't told the male why he was here. "You are here to save our race," it clicks, tilting its head to study the human, fascinated by how slow he seemed to be. If only my comeades would allow it, how interesting it would be to see what was inside this human, it thinks to itself longingly. Shaking its head to clear it, the Chulani continues, having paused for a couple moments, "You have something inside of you, we do not know what it is, to speak the truth, though it is something that will help our race live on."

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you do not know what it is, how do you know I have it?" He growls, feeling soemwhat unnerved but this revelation. How could he save a race of... Whatever these were? He was a soldier bred and genetically engineered to eliminate threats to the human race-

[pipintan]

It clicks at him, sounding irritated that the male had disbelief in it and its comrades. "It is, how you humans say, an intuition," the Chulani responds, a bit harsh, "why do you question my and my comrades thinking, it is flawless; there is not a hitch in our thinking."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Have you heard of hypocrisy, alien?" He asks coldly," Have you heard of paradoxes? Well here's a paradox for you: if your thinking is so flawless and perfect, how do you know that i am the one that will save your race, perhaps i'm just an average genetically engineered soldier-" his yellow eyes flicker sround the room beyond

[pipintan]

"It is flawless because we said so; my comrades and I are the superior race, alien and human alike. The Chulani race was the first one created, so that means that we alone are the most intelligent," the alien replies, almost haughty. "You are one of our louder prisoners, others stay quiet and wait until my comrades have called them, yet you defy us," it clicks, a hint of hesitant awe creeping in its voice.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I defy you because you are delusional!" He snarls, eyes blazing with fury," You a**holes touch me and i'll rip you in Half!!"

[pipintan]

It sighs, its beady eyes staring at the male with pity. "It is usual for some to fight back, though they always come around to see that my comrades and I are in the right," it responds placatingly.

[CrimsonMoon]

He shakes his head and sinks to the grounf, pressing his cheek against the cold floor. His yellow eyes glowing faintly with the night vision that he had been bred to have. His body twitching with the lack of athletic activity, having been bred to constantly dodge bullets, physically ripping aliens twice his size apart and clearing entire bunkers... The mental strain of the silence bearing down on him horribly

[pipintan]

The Chulani lets out a satisfied click, seeming to believe that the male had given up. It gives him another bow, before clicking as it starts to walk away, "If you need anything, male, just call."

(Time skip to when my character bursts in to try and help your character get out?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Sure ^^ :3)

[pipintan]

(Okie dokie. ^^)

It was about an hour since the Chulani left the soldier alone. The only sound is his breathing, it seems as though he is segregated from the whole world in this cell. There was some movement in front of his cell a while back, though it was creatures wrapped in dark cloaks. Occasionally the shadow cloaked beings would stop in front of his cell and a string of sounds would come from them; sounding, oddly enough, like large bells from clock towers. Though as they waited for him to reply, they seemed to grow bored with awaiting his answer and drifted away.

Another hour passes by, with no such luck. No one seems to visit him now. There is no time to tell the time; his cell has no windows that shows what is outside, if that would help him at all for that matter.

Suddenly, a large bang rocks through the whole ship. Bright red lights start swirling on the ceiling, an alarm ringing loudly, slicing through the silence. Thumps and yells can be heard above where he sit. At the end of the hallway, where his cell is, comes the sound of shoes slapping against the ground. Almost at once, a figure runs down the hallway, something lodged underneath their arm. The figure slows down at Hunter's cell. It is a girl, seeming to be an actual human. Orange hair is chopped down to her chin, her milky eyes seeming to flicker at his feet.

She's blind.

Her nostrils flare, as she raises her head, almost like she was sniffing the air. "You are the soilder, no?" She asks. She presses a finger to her ear and a wide grin appears. She suddenly reaches to her waist and pulls out a a white gun. She aims it at the lock, and pulls the trigger. The lock bursts and falls to the ground, adding a loud clang to the noise the alarms were already making. "Well, what are you doing here, shouldn't you be escaping soilder?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo twitches, his muscles had cramped horribly and he immediately shot up. Trembling and grunting in agony," Who are you? Why are you helping me?" He growls, wincing