[Center][H2][color=92278f]"Ellie"[/color][/H2]

A lonely body sat devoid in the corner of a dusty office. Once the on-ship center of the service mechanic and crew doctor, it was now a dejected and unused storage room, for spare parts. Most bodies in this room were in shambles, lying in different sized parts in boxes, lying in piles or half put together in some sort of patchwork formation. One body of course though, was still in it's complete form, yet to be turned into parts. A purple headed and undressed android with dull eyes and a slumped pose. A sudden shift in weight and a box atop a pile finally slipped, tumbling down the heap of unused pieces and splaying across the metal floor. One piece that should not have been there, was a beautiful gemstone containing the stars. 

Something in this stone, obviously had some energy to it. It made no hum or no pur though it left something in the air. And that was she needed. The slumbering body took this last spark of energy inside her. Her "heart" bringing back a charge, a warmth to her. Her pieces began moving, her eyes gained a new light. Her head lulled slowly upwards to look at her present location. As most would have been, she was at first confused. When she had gone to bed, she had been in for a "simple check up" though now here she lay in this mess. 

A smile grew on her face. She was alive. Standing shakily upwards, she stumbled to the left, and fell into another pile of metal pieces. A chuckle arose from her chest, and she sunk deeper into the rough cushion. "Woops." Was all she said aloud, slowly standing up for another try. She managed one step, stalled and checked her balance. "Baby steps..." She sang to herself, taking one more, two more, three more. Walking over to her coat and pants on the counter on the other side of the room. Dressing up slowly and with a few mistakes, she sighed contently. Some buttons were undone and some were stuffed through the wrong hole, but she didn't seem to mind. 

"Now..." She grinned towards the stone. She knew not what it was, but she didn't care. Taking more wobly steps over, she bent and picked it up, though when she grasped the stone, the cold grasped her. She looked up from her position to see something entirely new. Two figures off in the distance, one accosting the other. 

"Woops." 

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[H2][color=004b80]"Skipjack"[/color][/H2]

Running, the young man was running. He held his weapon close to his chest, charging through clouds of black dust and under metal beams. He passed a few doors nestled into the wall. His boots beat against the metal grating underneath. His breath was ragged, sweat mired his brow. Four heavy and metallic footsteps clanged in quick succession behind him. He had no steam, he could do it anymore. He turned a corner and pressed all his weight against a door. Unlike most others, it was unlocked. 

He tumbled shoulder first through the room and into the wall at the other end. It was a small grey box, with metal bars over a small window beaming in the thinnest ray of bluish light. He huffed and scrambled to hie where he was. Placing his body behind the door, his back to the wall. The four quick steps slowed to a stop, a low clicking noise echoed from the doorway. A faint redness beamed onto the floor, and Gallel could see the large shadowy shape of the beast. He gripped his solid black hook, readying for a final assault. He hadn't planned on respawning this mission, and it tarnished his pride to, but it seemed like it was the only outcome. 

In a sudden burst of action, the beast shot into the room, crashed into the wall in front of it, crumbling the stone. It shook of the rubble and spun back towards it's prey. Skipjack had taken this chance to ready. A leap of action and he flew onto the large metal enemy. It was a solid white thing made of metal, in four long thin looking legs. It was shaped like an over-sized tic, with red eyes beaming a deathly light. 

Sinking his hook into a chink on the beasts back, he tore with a yell. A metal plate came loose and the beast screeched in protest. Hitting the floor in a slump, Skipjack now had a slab of metal in his hands. On it was the picture of a triangle with a square atop it, with little divots in it. Instinctively throwing the plate back and rolling away, Skipjack tumbled out the door and tried to run, though he felt a piercing pain in his ankle. He once again spun across the floor and came to a stop. 

A heavy and annoyed sigh shook out of his chest and he looked at the angered thing. His hook was gripped tightly in his one hand, though he didn't want to part with it. He grabbed a rock with one hand and tossed it. Bouncing off the beast harmlessly, it began to advance. Another rock did the same, and a third threw Skipjack instead.

Through time and space, Skipjack flew, the rock he had not known anything about, had flung him into a new and cold place. He fell yet again, though this time into a white cushion of snow. The shock ran through him and he looked up from his face full of frozen water. He took a shaky breath in and spotted a wooden house. 

"What?" Was all he could manage. 
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