[hr][Center][h1][color=#1ed1d1]Abaddon[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

After delivering the food to the doctor, Abaddon went to rest in his room for an hour or so before he was notified that one of the thrusters was losing efficiency. [color=#1ed1d1]"Judging by the difference between the twin thrusters output it could be coupling error, [i]hopefully[/i]."[/color] As much as Abaddon wanted to ride his high peacefully, the drop in efficiency could hurt Natasha's ability to maneuver if combat arose. Abaddon slowly rose from his bed and begun to make way to the internals of the ship. When he arrived he checked if the power wasn't diverting properly, something he could fix from the control panel. [color=#1ed1d1][i]Nope. Alright, let's check if it isn't getting the same orders as its brother. Nope… Maybe the fuel injector is being finicky? NOPE! Fuck it, Going into the thruster area.[/i][/color] Abaddon knows he shouldn't go near the thrusters when the ship is thrusting but better him than Laurey to get hit with plasma. As he went to one of the catwalks to just look. It wasn't hard to see what the issue was, the coupling was having an error alright. It wasn't pressurizing properly. Abaddon just starred at the issue for a while before speaking out to no one, [color=#1ed1d1]"Okay then, well, just going to take a picture of this and send it to Laurey."[/color]

[color=#1ed1d1][i] Hey Laurey, it's your friendly galactic neighbor Abaddon. Just messaging you that the fuel pressurization on the duel thruster 02 isn't being fully functional. I tried to see if I could fix it remotely, and nope. I can get it fully operational until you fix it but we'll be eating through fuel. I think we'll have enough to get the planet of plenty. 

With care, Abaddon[/i][/color]

Finishing his message, he sent the picture to Laurey. Abaddon decided to leave the area before he developed some sort of malignant crystal growth. Abaddon started to head to his room once more but he couldn't rest now, he looked at his miscellaneous list of things to take care of. He started to spend his night just crossing things off his list. Once he had erased a good bit of them he decided to take his trance while everyone else was starting to get active. 

He continued his day taking care of the usual issues on the ship. He avoided people as he honestly was lost in thought. Knowing that conflict could happen at any time during this trip, he left his mind on edge as a way of preparing for battle. He thought that talking to some of the kids while intentionally leaving himself on edge was not a good idea. Throughout the day, Abaddon had a growing feeling that battle was coming. He didn't know why but he was going to trust his instincts. As night came Abaddon meditated in his room.
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Abaddon's instincts seemed to be right as the Xuanzang went into red alert. Abaddon rushed to his room to grab his hammer and swords. The thrill of battle was already pumping through his veins. He knew that he would be able to spill blood today. The previously inorganic black material on Abaddon's body seemed to pulse to life as it moved like black tar on his body. It would spread to the sword where he held it. He kept himself under control, for now, no need to terrify people on your side. He tried to suppress the black ooze but to those of a keen eye, the usual gleam of the material has disappeared as it seems to absorb all light on it. 

As Finbarr opened the portal Abaddon started to step forward, [color=#1ed1d1]"Time to make an entrance."[/color] He took a step in and the mass on Abaddon started to whirl around him, making black tendrils around him, making him look like some sort of eldritch horror. Absolute silence in his movement as he launches a sonic slash to whatever was in his view for some odd meters. A face was appearing on his face, one made of black that shaped itself into a wicked smile.  Abaddon stood tall in front of his enemies, [color=#1ed1d1]"Time for a massacre."[/color]

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