Part 6
*Setting: K-Jal once again had Sasha on his back, he ran down the corridor, his breathing laboured as he scuttled on all fours, leaping from surface to surface. Behind them was one of the Jockles, its roaring much like that of a Lion and its feet pounding as it jogged along, spurting acid at its prey. Fortunatly for Sasha, K-Jal was going at a much faster pace and his ability to zipline with webbing made him no-easy-target. Getting a good distance from the Jockle he turned, noticing smoke drift from the metal surfaces that the acid hit...corroding it instantly. Turning back around he began running again, stopping when he came to a large security area. In the middle of the corridor was a large ridge, the ridge went right upto the ceiling, were a large, bullet-proof window could be clearly seen. On the far side of the ridge was a red button protected by a glass compartment which looked as if it needed to be unlocked. K-Jal cooed, knowing that if he could activate the glass shutter in time, it would hopefully slow down the beast enough to allow them to escape its attention.*
K-Jal: "Right, get next to the button and when i say...push it."
He cut Sasha loose and told her this, his four eyes looking into her two. She nodded wearily and stood next to the button, trying to prize the metal compartment off.
Sasha: "It...It wont budge...!!"
She said this hurridly, she could see the beast closing in, its eyes eager to tear into them both. K-Jal turned his attention to the box and punched it once, twice. The glass merely cracked but never broke enough for them to get to the switch. His brow began to sweat, quickly he turned to the direction in which the Jockle was coming and pointed his wrists at it. A mass of white-webbing was emitted from the slits in his wrists, hitting the walls and floor it massed up into a large web, he then began to squirt with his mouth. The creature ran into it, getting tangled up and slowing down, however, K-Jal continued to squirt his web...not stopping, not even to breathe. Meanwhile Sasha was punching the glass, trying to get to the button. Every other second she would look to see how K-Jal was doing, to see if she needed to start running...but it seemed he was doing fine. Finally she stepped back, put her back against the wall opposite the button and ran towards the glass compartment. She jumped, her wings beated and her left foot kicked out...
*Vrrmmmm*
The glass cracked inwards, pushing the button. The glass divider came down in seconds, seperating her from the creature...and K-Jal. He turned upon hearing the sound, his eyes widened with horror. The Jockle was beginning to sweat acid as it made every effort to break through the webbing and now the sticky substance was beginning to burn away, allowing it to get ever-closer to the battling CrozoĆ”.
K-Jal: "Sasha!! Open the door!! Quickly...!!"
She backed away, believing that now was a better chance then any to escape his pressence. He stopped squirting webbing and clambered up the glass, his claws clenched as he banged against the window...shouting. Sasha turned and ran, ran away from the only creature that had helped her survive this entire experience.
K-Jal looked down, the Jockle had rested its front paws up against the divider and was a couple of feet away from K-Jals legs, it seemingly sneezed, the acid hit his legs...burned his feet and he fell. He hit the beasts head and tumbled behind it. It snarled and turned. Then as its paw rested on K-Jals back and it dragged him forwards, it opened its mouth to dish out some more agony...
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Sasha staggered down the corridors aimlessly, her hair was seeped with sweat and her hands ached from punching the glass compartment. She looked around, everything seemed...tilted. Lights were hanging to the right and blood was running to the right. The ship was going down. And with this new incentive she tried even harder to find the evacuation pods.
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*Setting: A slight vacuum came from the entrance to the boiler room, the lone Vykker staggered past it, clutching its face. A blackish bruise was beginning to form under its eye and around its cheek. He tried to look down into the boiler room, but the closer he got the stronger the vacuum became. He clutched onto the wall as he moved past it, mumbling something and looking upwards as if talking to its God.
*Rumble*
The Vykker stopped, looking down it clutched its stomach and pondered if it had eaten that day.
*Rumble*
It knew it had. It could remember eating and drinking with the others. Then its head jolted upright and slowly the Vykker turned. Out of the boiler room emerged the previous Jockle. Its eyes latching onto the singled out Vykker. The Vykker's lower lip trembled and it began staggering backwards, it then turned and ran, ran for its life. And as it did so, so did the Jockle...*
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She began to panic, her eyes looking for a sign, something that would tell her she was near the pods, near to freedom. She was in a spacious corridor now and steadily walking forwards. The smell of blood, death and decay infiltrated her nostrils and indicated she was safe, for now. Her ears pricked, she growled, hearing gentle thudding she turned. Looking around, scanning the area. From around the corner came a Vykker, its stump-like legs moving incredibly fast as it stumbled down the corridor, a look of pure fear on its face. Then she saw why, behind it was a Jockle. Its skin seemed to be smoking slightly and it ran with a limp, nonetheless, it was still quick. The Vykker saw Sasha, its face seemed to lighten up, as if relieved it had found a familiar face.
Vykker: "DIAL THE CODE IN!! DIAL THE CODE!! 9839!!"
It screamed these words, Sasha look around franticly, trying to find some sort of keypad. Something that would allow her to dial these numbers in. Her hands felt along the wall, checking to see if there was some sort of pressure activated device she had to press. As the Vykker closed in it pointed, pointed to the floor. Sasha tilted her head downwards and saw what it was pointing at. It was a small square with tiny red numeric buttons. She crouched and dialled the numbers in quickly. A slight hum came from further down the corridor, she turned. Noticing that two large doors had parted and inside was some kind of control room. She began to jog towards it, turning her head to see if the Vykker was any closer. He was and as she passed through the door she turned, looked along the walls near the doors and pushed random buttons, hoping that one would close the door. The Vykker ran passed, skidding to a stop he turned and pushed one lone button. The doors closed, inches away from the Jockles face...
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Reporter: "Can you tell us what happened...??"
Reporters for all of the cities newspapers were swarming around a crashed evacuation pod. Their microphones and dictaphones all waving wildly. The pod was a circular shape and a light red. It had metallic contraptions and pipes sticking out of it aswell as a small flat bottom were the machines large fan went. There was silence from inside the craft, deathly silence.
Reporter: "Hello...Hello?? Are you the..."
A large, green hand fell upon the small Slig and threw him to one side. The other Reporters quickly dived out of the way as two Big Bro Sligs barged through, making their way to the capsule. Their right hands clutching large guns and their heads equipped with heat-seeking devices.
Big Bro: "Hey...You in 'ere?"
He banged upon the top of the pod with a clenched fist, denting the metal work accidently. The other one stepped up and attempted to open the small round door that was at the side of the pod. A slight hiss came from the door and he slowly opened it, peering inside as he did so. A pale looking Vykker peered back, its green eyes looking at the lenses of the heat-seeking goggles with vague concern. Its third leg was broken, as was two of its arms. However, the Big Bro couldn't care less and reached in, grabbed the Vykker by one of its un-broken arms and hoisted it out. As soon as the smallest amount of the Vykkers skin was seen, the crowd of Reporters activated their camera's. Lightbulbs popped and the entirity of the crowd was flooded with flashlights and questions. The Big Bro's ignored all of these and barged past the paparazzi, dragging the injured Vykker along as they did so. At the back of the crowd was a large, black van. On the side was the Cartels logo. Two smaller Sligs held the double doors open and awaited for the Vykker to be thrown in, once it was they happily leapt inside, closed the doors behind them and awaited as the van started and slowly took off, verticly. The large fan that manuvered the vehicle in the air spinning so fast that it emitted a constant hum. It then slowly sailed over the tree tops and out of sight. The two Big Bro's turned and looked towards the faltering Airship, sighing as they knew that they would have to guard the large area in which the ship would crash...
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