The exact moment power began to fail and the cellblock he was in departed from the planned course, spiraling towards the nearest on fire from the planets gravitational pull and the terminal velocity that was hit in the cells entry, Keeran would not be able to guess. It was not as if he was able to keep track of time very well, but Keeran had liked to think that while he was aboard the ship he had a handle on the day to day stuff up to and or including keeping track of the time. He was sitting in his cell, indian style and eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing and his flow of chi. Keeran did believe that humans had a spirituality that affected their every day actions, and since right then because of the anti aggression field he was almost incapable of hurting anyone if he could learn to feel like this on demand then he could in theory control his darker urges when provoked. Keeran laughed on the inside, thinking to himself on how nice this peaceful atmosphere was. Then shit hit not only the fan, but the entire goddamn windmill and splattered across the entire side of the building when something began failing and causing technical issues aboard the ship. Keeran sighed but did not open his eyes, simply he readied himself against the inevitable carnage that would soon follow. Sirens began blaring, voices began to be raised, and not so much chaos as it was a slow understanding of impending doom began to fill the atmosphere as the situation began turning worse and worse. Keeran smelled the air, a hint of death in the air, and Keeran began grinning ear to ear. "
Gentlemen", Keeran said to his two personal guards outside his cell, "
It would probably be a good idea to come inside this cell. It seems like things are not going very well, and it would be a shame if you two died from something that you didn't see coming."
The guards, guard number one replying. "Yea yea, sure you want us too huh? If we go inside it will be to give you what you deserve you f***ing murderer."
Keeran sighed. He truly did not want these two men to die from something they did not see coming, but if they wanted to be fools so be it. Keeran braced himself as the ship shuddered from the planets gravity and the entry, and help on to anything close to him as the planet made impact on solid ground. When Keeran did open his eyes, he was on the ground on the opposite side of the cell from what he was originally sitting. Keeran slowly tested every muscle that he could move, determining where there was damage. His hands and fingers were fine, as they could be moved freely. His legs and feet worked fine, as he used his hands to support himself has he standed and took a few steps forward. Keeran peered around his cell and he saw that the wall opposite of the cells entry had a hole in it. Keeran smiled, ready to leave this damned ship, when suddenly a handgun cocked from behind him. Keeran froze and slightly put his hands in the air. "
PLease tell me its best friend one or two. Oh boy I can't wait to see who it is." Keeran turned around and gasped mockingly. "
Best friend number one! Oh boy you lived. But you look much worse off than is preferred. You know what? Come inside and I will tune you up, I will even give you a name. How about Wesley?"
The guard unlocked the cell door and took a few steps forward, just within arms length of Keeran. "For your information, Weirdly, my name is Wesley. I don't know how you survived that crash but we have two choices here. I dont want to kill you, so I could just let you go. On the other hand your a dangerous psycopath, capable of God knows what......Sorry man I hate killing and we did bond a little. The few smacks I would give you, stealing your food. Good times."
Keeran smiled, a very forced smiled, and he realized something. Keeran bowed his head. "
Aw Wesley.....why you gotta be so cruel?" Keeran swiftly reached up, smacking away the gun out of the prison guards hands then landing a solid kick to the chest on Wesley. Wesley fell on his back slightly dazed, but had enough sense to see where his gun landed. He began reaching for it, and in turn Keeran scooped the gun off the ground. Keeran clicked his tongue and knelt next to the guard, with the gun aimed at the guards temple. "
Wesley I'm smarter than you, faster than you, and just......just better. Did you really think you could stop me?"
The guard, obviously scared, swallowed his fear and spoke. "So....your gonna kill me now? Huh? Killer!"
Keeran smiled, and placed his left hand over Wesley's forehead. Nothing happened at first, then Wesley began writhing in pain. He began kicking and clawing at the ground, unable to reach up for lack of strength but he was able to scream. After a very small amount of time Wesley went limp, dead/ When Keeran lifted his hand, you could see that Wesleys forehead had a massive lump, which was cracked, miscolored, and bleeding. "
That was a little special something something I invented. A little..brain tumor, a little torn brain tissue, and I made the ...well everything attack itself which is quite fascinating and tricky to pull off. " Keeram stood up and brushed himself off, then examined the ammo clip inside the weapon he had. As Keeran looted the guard he spoke. "
I told you Wesley, I did not want you dying from something you did not see coming. Sure saw that coming hahahaha." Keeran finished looting Wesley, took one last look inside his cell, then walked out through the hole.
Breathed in the fresh air, and looked around. He could see smoke in the distance, seeing how that not the entire ship fell to the planet in the same place. That made things a little harder, seeing as how all his equipment was inside the Alcatraz. Well...important things, not so much equipment. Keeran began walking forward, seeing how a few others were doing the same as him. Keeran sighed again, hoping he would not have to fight anyone this quickly again. New planet, and already one kill under his belt. He realized that the ship was full of people like him, and Keeran felt his blood pump a little faster. A whole ship worth of inmates, now stranded on a random ass planet? What could be more fun. Keeran walked towards the closest smoke that was rising from what he could only assume was another part of the Alcatraz, which was still far from where he was, and entered the forest that he crashed next to.
Keeran noticed a few others doing the same and considered taking them out. He smirked when he thought this because he just literally thought how he did not want to kill anyone yet, now he was thinking of killing everyone. He grudgingly admitted he missed the Anti Agression thing, it was like a super chill high. Keeran admired the forestry and the seemingly hospitable wildlife he was able to glimpse. Most of the wild life to seemed to be scared off from the crashing, but the few things that were not scared off seemed to be so colorful and exotic. Keerna felt the breeze in the air, the softness of the grass and leaves, even the one or two vines that were entangled around a few trees. "
Seems more like a Jungle than a for-"
Keeran was cut short when suddenly he was flown off his feet when something suddenly snapped out of the shadows and hit him with enough force to send him flying. Keeran hit a tree and fell to the ground, blood dripping down his head and off the bridge of his nose. Keeran shook himself and shot up, his eyes suddenly taking on a different glare than usual. The smell of blood, the sense of impending doom, the inevitable fight, the danger.......Keeran missed this already. But when he saw his opponent he gave a small cry. He was 10 feet away from one of the most strangest looking creatures he had ever seen. A slightly humanoid creature, except with spikes covering its body and a long tale, faced him. It did not seem like it had eyes, but it sniffed around and showed its razor sharp teeth. The teeth that were seeable that is, since most teeth in the creatures mouth were chewing what looked like another nameless prisoner from the Alcatraz. Keeran realized that while it did not look like its sight was amazing, its smell would have made up for it. Keeran could feel the blood on his hand from when he killed that wuss Wesley, and he cringed. "
This is what happens when you kill Wesley. It comes back to bite you in the ass." Keeran gripped the pistol in his hand, uncertain if it contained plasma bullets or caliber bullets. He mentally face palmed himself, since he had extra clips in his pockets. Why did he not litteraly look down when he was grabbing them and see. If they were caliber then he hoped they were freaking 50 caliber, if they were plasma well he had more wiggle room.
Keeran stretched his fingers and the monster growled softly at him. Keeran noticed a few prisoners watching the fight, and he smiled. "
Game on mother fu-!"
At the sound of Keerans voice the monster, which mentally he dubbed Matt, raced forward. Matt was fast, there was no denying that, and his hits do hurt but Keeran did not waiver. He stood his ground, waiting for Matt to get closer, and when he was in arms reach Keeran ducked underneath the outstretched hand belonging to Matt, dived forward slightly so that he was behind him, and with the last bit of strength he had from having to move so fast and be so agile Keeran landing a solid kick on Matt sending Matt forward and him backwards. What he did not count on was Matts tail, which sprung out and wacked Keeran on the chest. Keeran was sent back further, again hitting the base of a tree and landing with a thud. Matt looked back, sensing Keeran bleed and not moving, and moved it fast wnating its meal now. Suddenly Keeran sat up straight, arched his arms, quick aimed the pistol, and unloaded the entire clip into Matts face, well most of it two bullets cliped it and one hit his chest. Matt landed on the ground and slid, stopping on top of Keeran. For a moment, not a single sound was heard, then Keeran pushed Matt off of him and stood up. He touched for a few moments every part of him that was cut, mending all wounds, then reloaded the gun. He smiled and nodded his head. "[color=0076a] Sorry Matt, you were entertaining but not enough for a challenge.[/color]" Keeran mentally cried out, thinking how lucky he got. These things were faster and stronger and better equipped than him, he simply got lucky. The beast let its gaurd down and could not see the bullets aimed for it face. If he did not have a weapon he would have been....well a lot worse off. He might have had to even use his Attunement.
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