The aftermath of death

OOC have to wonder, did you confirm you were starting this from a ME thread? because I don't track those

Ooc: we did yeah.

OOC I inadvertently start a new page

Ooc: oh.. oops.

Ilea followses

He opens the doors, two large beasts emerge; saddles placed on their backs.

Ilea: niiice

Honus nods and mounts one, wincing in pain; but keeping his composure.

brb ddddinner

Ooc yeah grants back in action

Ooc: whooooop!

OOC I guess I'm going to be out of tune with this story


... just like with the consortium story

Ooc: your welcome too, want me to explain what happened?

OOC well I lost track after looking back one time to find Serana's pregnant and their child was recovered from "the Spider" haemonculus. actually I last left it with I think Ortus's guy was with a slave-now-freed SoB who's name escapes me having visited Serana and partner and daughter. actually it's confusing where I last looked because my mind keeps bringing up more and more recent stuff I remember with that thread

Ooc: well basically, Serana was pregnant, but baby was stolen by the spider mun.
        Honus went a little psycho from this after hearing what had happened.
        They went on a search for him, looking through the galaxy for clues and find out that he's a dark eldar dude.

They go into the webway, azroks dude finding a slave lady. And Honus loses all grip on reality and goes on a killing spree looking for his daughter.
He finds the place and finds her, only to find out that she's been hyper accelerated grown.
Honus thinks he's too dangerous to be around and tries to kill himself.
Serana snaps him out of it and gets him too escape.
They flee the webway only to crash land on a far out human world, it's inhabitants backward and their ship broken.

OOC "the Spider" has been around and how he operates has already been shown by Gorath long before that part came in, so no big surprise to me about him. also not too too much has escaped me then

Ooc: so they live a more simple life now, however, Honus is slowly dying.

OOC go figure

Ooc: if you wanna join I'd be happy to let you.

OOC nah I'm good, also going away for a time

Ooc: aww ok.

The short man looks on, a worried look on his face.
"You know how to ride horses?"

Ilea: not really

Honus cracks a smile.
"You just tug the reigns in the direction you want, and kick it's sides to get it going" he does this, the horse beginning a slow gallop.

ilea also does this

Honus rides beside her, looking ahead.
"Follow my lead, the shuttle would have landed north east of here, and stay alert" he stirs the horse to full gallop.

she does her best to keep up
OOC hey you know where i got her name from?

Ooc: no idea. A weird version of spelling leia?

They reach the view of the wreckage, it impacted in a small wheat crop, fire and smoke billowing from its impact path, dirt and stone churned around it.

"This ain't good"

OOC Replace the e with an i. then add a D at the end. then google it
IC Ilea: what is it?

Ooc: a poem of the siege of troy?

"Someone who needs help" he says, urging the horse forward.

OOC bingo
bango
bongo
IC she keeps up

The ship is scorched and blackened by the entry, covered in dirt and grime.
A side door opens, smoke pouring out from within the ship.

she waits, tensely

A figure exits, staggering. The smoke covering his appearance.

she waits

He steps forward, covered in a grey ash, a strange space suit that he wears is ripped and torn, blood leaving his body through huge gashes.
He raises a hand, it wavering weakly before he slacks and collapses.

Ilea:....oh dear

"What do you want to do?" Honus asks her, dismounting the horse.

Ilea: I don't know

"You think we can save him?" He asks again.

Ilea: how would I know?

"Your not stupid, what do you do?"

"I'm not stupid, I'm inexperienced"

Honus looks at her blankly.
"My point still stands"

"And my point is i have no idea!"

"Check his pulse, right side of his neck"

"Why don't you? dad don't risk this guy's life just to teach me how to do stuff!"

He nods slowly, ripping off a smouldering piece of metal from the shuttle, glowing yellow from the heat.

...

He quatarises the wounds, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.

she waits