[center][h3]Akagalcia, The Exile[/h3][/center]
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Akagalcia followed hurriedly as Rave rattled off their sitrep and lead them into the rear of the warehouse. As they disappeared from their brand new crime scene, the top-plate of the cargo shell, nested momentarily in dent it had pounded into the warehouse ceiling, fell back toward the floor. It made a queerly soft crunching sound as it crashed into the ground where they had been standing only moments before, swirling more hot steam vapors around the little clearing as they fast-walked in between storage containers.

[color=SteelBlue]"Besides, I had planned on seeing more of the universe anyways."[/color]

Akagalcia was only dressed out of place in her leathers and hides with turmeric stains on her thighs from what she'd lost of her supper. She shadowed Rave very well, checking her share of corners as Rave saw to his own. <I like this.> There were no pursuant footsteps from the squad they'd left behind, to her relief.

They managed to find a small door, opening into a poorly lit maintenance alley packed with complex piping and chemical fixtures--the warehouse they had been in neighbored a chemical refinery plant, packed to the gills with various industrial features to help safely prepare chemical compounds in bulk before they were divided and packaged so that independent contract freightors could ship such goods in whatever quantity they could, with whatever vessel they could make available for the job. Many of the non-hazardous auxiliary features had componens that exceeded the walls of the facility here.

It would seem impossible to navigate for most people, or at the very least like it would slow them down. Akagalcia though just began contorting in between pipes of varying temperatures and support cables and beams like they... like they were tree branches or bushes or rocks. "How do these ships keep us alive? We bred Theshkelg to go into the deepsky. Your [i]ships[/i] belch fire to move as they do, but Theshkelg made our air as they breathed and held valleys and rivers in their bellies. Entire tribes lived out their lives in them when they traveled to other worlds, only knowing ths stars and the deepsky through the Theshkelg's eyes."

While talking, Akagalcia had already traveled almost twenty five feet toward the end of the alley, finding her footing carefully and then pulling herself up or lowering herself down to crouch. Just now she'd caught a sleeve on a large flathead and turned to look back to see Rave's progress as she unstuck herself.