[color=orange][h3][Center]~Deseri~[/center][/h3][/color]

Then the landing came.

The cell block slammed into the earth of the planet, tearing and wrecking its way through the jungles trees and the soil, tumbling like a drunk ballerina as pieces of wreckage and metal debris flung itself from the side of the ship. Deseri managed to stay conscious through all of it - her mostly metal body doing well to absorb most of the damage from tumbling around like a piece of clothing in a dryer. It came to a screeching halt, her body slamming against the wall. Thankfully the reinforced walls of her cell had held. It seemed her prison might have in fact, saved her life. 

As the cellblock settled, she pulled herself off the floor - wall? Ceiling? Whatever. Irrelevant. She stood, her systems running a brief maintenance check for any major damage as swarm settled on her body like a thick black cloud as they returned to her body. She gave the large metal doors in front of her a look over, the metal on her left arm shifting and pulsing as though it was alive, the metal stake that normally made up her arm shifting into something else.

[i]Hephaestus Prototype online.[/i]

She glanced over to where the one-way mirror was in her cell. Built specifically so someone could keep an eye on her, but she couldn't see them. Made of sturdy reinforced glass with structural supports from nano-fibers. It'd be able to take a beating usually, and with the AA field on she hadn't been able to do much with it...now though? Heh...

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"Ugh, damn it what the hell happened..."[/b]

[b]"Fuck-you alright?"[/b]
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"Do I look alright-goddamn it-shit..."[/b] One of the guards was clutching his shoulder - a piece of metal had impaled him, though it probably looked worse than it was.
[b]
"Shit...the entire cellblocks fucked-"[/b]

[i]thump[/i]

[b]"Hey did you-"[/b]

[i]Crrrack[/i]

The sound of glass fracturing filled the immediate area as they turned to the window.

[b]"Shit! The Anti-Aggression field's offline! We gotta meet up with the others-"[/b] He helped the other guard stand before both of them began bolting for the nearest in-tact exit they could find. As damaged as the ship was - it couldn't be that difficult to find an exit.

Unfortunately, they didn't get very far.

The glass shattered, Deseri stepping through calmly, glass crunching as her feet met the ground on the other side. Curious - she had never seen the other side of the ship before except save for small glimpses through the doors occasionally. They had made sure to temporarily blind her in case she had escaped. Likely thought she wouldn't be able to find her way around the ship, if that was the case.

[i]Fuel reserves at 9%
Anti Aggression-field offline.
Recommended action: Begin conversion of Organic matter into fuel.[/i]

[color=orange]"Hmm..."[/color] She found a small smile forming on her lips as she observed the guards fleeing, deciding running and regrouping was likely the better option than sticking around. The option that gave them the best chance, according to her calculation...still. She needed fuel, and they were ripe for the taking. The swarm demanded it...and well, she couldn't say no. She bolted after them, a cold, neutral expression plastered on her features as her heavier metal footsteps clanked against the ground as she gave chase. They may have been fast - but it was no question she was faster.

She jumped - lunging at the one in the back, her mouth curling into a sadistic grin as the stake impaled the man right through his back. He crumpled instantly, falling to the ground with her on top of him. She pulled the spike from his back, kneeling on top of him as she took a look around. More fighting was starting to break out - she wouldn't have time to completely convert him into fuel peacefully like this.

In other words, she'd have to find another source that she could easily convert without the chance of getting shot at by another guard.

[color=orange]"Heh, looks like I was right. You [i]are[/i] going to die first."[/color] Her expression returned to normal as the metal on her arm began to reshape itself into a long, sharp blade. [color=orange]"But first..."[/color] She slammed the blade into his right arm - the metal making a precision cut right through his uniform and severing it cleanly. [color=orange]"A little snack for the road, hmm? Maybe if you had been a bit nicer we'd have let you live...but we get a little irritable when we're hungry."[/color] Without another word she bolted, taking the severed arm with her.

Fighting wasn't going to do her any good for now. Only burn the limited energy she had to spare, and the swarm and her agreed - flee, get their bearings, and possibly maybe even find 'allies' either among the inmates or guards. Whichever was easiest. Making her way out of the cell block, she was greeted with a jungle - a cursory examination proved that the place was indeed, rife with organic matter that she could convert into fuel.

She made her way some distance into the jungle, enough to still hear the ensuing fight at her cellblock, but far enough away to be out of sight. She held the severed arm in front of her.

Well, wouldn't be the first time since she became like this, and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

[h3][color=Silver][center]~Mienieve~[/center][/color][/h3]

[@Raylah]

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[color=silver]"Urf...feels like the morning after a party..."[/color] She groaned, as her senses came back to her. The first thing she noticed as her vision returned, was that she was laying face down in a pool of blood. [color=silver]"Well at least it's not mine..."[/color] With the AA field offline, her NLF was working a full capacity again and could give her a fairly good readout on her vitals. Nothing major - just a few scrapes, bruises, and maybe a sprained wrist. She pushed herself up as a loud clanging noise was heard from the hallway. Likely the other prisoners and guards getting friendly with each other.

[color=silver]"Oof, well that was a fun party, yoooou-you're dead."[/color] She glanced over to the other side of her cell. Well, what had previously been her cell. It had been shredded, right in half, split right down the middle. The guard that had been in her room just moments before, had his head squished beneath a pile of debris like a grape, the rest of his body hanging limply over the edge to the cell that was below hers. [color=silver]"Well saves me the trouble at least..."[/color] She chuckled lightly to herself as she got her bearings.

Right, first thing first she should decide on a course of action. She couldn't keep wearing this same old drab set of clothes, no. First thing first, she was gonna take that guys uniform. Ugh, being confined to just this was annoying. It just wasn't flattering or attractive at all. Now, a uniform on the other hand? Now that was an article of clothing she could get behind. She undressed the dead guard, quickly pulling over the uniform and discarding her old pile of clothes, grabbing the standard issue pistol he had with him. Nothing fancy, but it would at least let her defend herself, to an extent. With any luck she wouldn't be doing that at all. The silver goo around her body shifted, settling to a human with a pale skin tone and amber colored eyes.

No one would think twice about her now, as long as she could play her cards right. She could be quite convincing if she had need of it. As long as she didn't run into any of the more hostile and clearly crazy prisoners.

Finally disguised, Mien bolted from the cell, her NLF giving her a cursory preview of the ships layout and structural integrity, easyily getting into the now defenseless wireless systems. Her first goal was simple - get out of the cell and find some amicable people. Ones she could...coerce to do as she wanted. If not, then find a way off this heap of rocks. At least she didn't draw the attention of the guards currently engaged with the prisoners in the chaos thanks to her uniform.

She climbed from the wreckage, leaving the ship and the other inmates behind. A good thing too, something was roaring in the distance. A shriek that sounded like the wail of the damned echoed through the forest, through the burning metal of the wreckage and the gunshots of the prisoners and guards. Seemed like this jungle might have had a few nasty surprises for them. Quickly though, her footsteps carried her into the jungle and out of immediate danger.

A nice little breather. Enough to catch her breath and gather her thoughts.

Well, if she didn't pick up the sound of a group of people moving nearby. She pressed herself against a tree. Three or four people. Male from the sound of their voices. Prisoners or guards, she couldn't tell from where she was behind the tree. It didn't matter at the moment, really. A few less prisoners or a few less guards to initially worry about would benefit her in the long run. Besides - some of the guards weren't exactly the nicest of people either, from what she knew about some of them. Not that she'd particularly even care if they were.

So steadying her aim, she pulled the stolen pistol and aimed for the targets head.

Six shots rang out as she unloaded a few rounds into the people in front of her, hopefully easily eliminating the targets.