[hr][hr][center][color=#c5c8df][h1]Alyra Vosrin[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]

The strain on her body was incredible yet some how she managed to slowly inch the bomb up the ramp. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see her Ubese friend unload with her blaster, seeming to not want the cover. She was just thinking how unwise it was when the heavy repeater cut a swath over him. Each blast tearing through his torso in a line as it knocked him off his feet and into the air. Alyra turned away before he hit the ground and just kept pushing. It didn't seem anyone was going to help her as explosions rang out and the crew fired back. She wasn't even sure whop was shooting at them or why. 

Was it her crew? Did they want her dead so bad they would assault another ship here of all places? It seemed pretty extreme but then again she had destroyed their ship so it wasn't unreasonable. She continued pushing the device up the ramp even now her muscles screaming at her to stop. Everything was on fire burning and aching as she continued to push. a few crew members ran by into the hold of the ship as words were exchanged. She began to wonder what she would say if they did find out it was her fault they were getting attacked, but hoped that they wouldn't stick around to ask questions.

Suddenly the ramp began to move, Fast, too fast. The ramp on the CR-90 has safety protocols to prevent rapid closure, a lot of ships have them to keep anyone from getting crushed. Yet it seemed this ship was lacking in safety. The ramp moved at an alarming speed as it moved upward she suddenly found herself moving downward and into the hold. She couldn't process what was happening but she knew just enough to let go of the bomb as she did she was thrown clear across the hold from the momentum. The bomb rolled in and went only a few feet and then rolled stopping against some crates. Alyra was not as lucky, same force, less weight, it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out, or even a normal person if they were not flying through the air in the hold of ship.

Alyra impacted the far wall of the hanger with a loud crunching thud and everything went black.[hr]

The pain brought her back suddenly. Searing pain in her chest as she breathed in and she let out a groan. Slowly she opened her eyes and she could feel the comforting rumble of the ships engines under her and for a moment she felt peace. Looking up through the haze of blaster weapon discharge int he hold she could see the crew gathered. They were speaking but Alyra couldn't hear anything then the captain turned around to a man and the dog he had with him and raised her weapon and without a word shot them both. Perfect shots, the boy right through the heart and head, then his dog in the side of the head and then the torso. Alyra's blood ran cold: She was next. Pulling herself up she looked for an exit but could only see the door with a few crew members in it. Her shoulder was throbbing, it hurt to breathe and she could taste blood in her mouth but she staggered towards the door while Captain shouted orders now actually making sound but she couldn't make out the words. A red Twi'lek walked through the door and Alyra bolted past her and the others into the corridor and began to stumble as fast as she could away from them. She knew she was an easy target but she wasn't going to lay there listening to the hum of this beautiful ship and wait to get shot.

Fighting the urge to find the nearest access shaft and disappear into the depths of the ship she instead stumbled through the long hallway to the nearest Refresher. Finally she stumbled upon one and pulled herself inside and closed the door. She then found the control panel for the door and cut the ships sensor to that room and sealed the door. The Blast door hissed closed and she stopped and tried to take a deep breath but instead winced in pain.

[color=#c5c8df]"Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into?"[/color] Breaking the silence she half expected something else to blow up. But it didn't and so she moved from the door to the sink and pulled her pack off her back and started to take inventory of what she had. She assembled her Electro-staff and pulled her secondary blaster from her pack, putting it in the open control panel by the door. [color=#c5c8df] "Alright, you have been in worse situations, first we need to find out what is broken and get cleaned up. Can't hide on their ship forever. We are going to have to introduce ourselves. Stay positive. Maybe we can be friends"[/color] Even her voice sounded fuzzy in her ears and she was talking wrong, probably to do with the swelling. Reaching into the refresher she turned the hydro settings to their coldest, just above freezing and began to slowly undress. First checking the door again to make sure it was still sealed. It was and no sounds of anyone looking for her. She took off her armour, trying to minimize bending as much as possible. She had definitely cracked a rib or two, and probably dislocated her shoulder. She finally got the courage to look in the mirror and it was just as bad as she thought. Several cuts and her nose made her looking like a Gamorrean. She stood there looking at herself for a moment and then decided to start with the shoulder. Using the door of the Shower she steeled herself and then suddenly leaned into it while pulling out. With a pop and blinding flash of pain her shoulder was back where it should be. Next she looked at herself in the mirror and put her thumbs on both sides of her nose and with a sudden movement attempted to put her nose back in place. The blood started flowing as soon as she took her hands away. But her nose did look better, not right still but it would have to do for now as she didn't want to pass out again.

She stepped into the water and sighed as deep as she could without pain. Letting the water wash away the dust of Anchorage and the blood. Not all hers but most of it. She was used to the cold and the shower was comforting. She felt the ships engines winding up as it began its ascent. With that rumble she finally let herself process and she began to weep. Blood and sweat and tears washing away she let it all wash over her. The betrayal, the running, then nearly being killed. It all washed over her as the tears fell. After a few minutes they stopped as she couldn't breathe with all the blood in her nose. She turned the shower to sonic to blast the water away and then stepped out drying her hair and recalling everything she knew about the CR-90 ships. She slowly dressed paying more attention to her various injuries.

She settled on the fact that she couldn't fight her way out of this one. She was too weak to do so. No this was going to be a different kind of negotiation. So she backed her stuff up and trying to wipe all her blood off of the various places and picking up her staff she unsealed the door and stepped out into the hallway.