Forward Unto Sorrow [Open]

Jyanl coughs out black blood as Xrgh lays on a balcony after impact, clearly in shock.

/"Private Jyanl. Soul status: Fleeting. First Class Xrgh. Soul status: Fleeting. Citizen and champion of The Interstellar Empire, you have been told of your fate. It is time to meet it."/

"Activate..."

Jyanl's armour glows bright pink. He lets out a high pitched scream of pain as his internal organs are being ripped apart at the cellular, then molecular, then atomic level. He explodes in a large white and pink explosion, very similar to that of the Kygysrough, though much smaller for obvious reasons. The building supporting Jyanl collapses by several floors, stopping just short of Xrgh's barely breathing body. Trying her best to recover from being inside an exploding spaceship, landing on a rooftop, being tossed several feet, and the shock of an antimatter explosion, Xrgh lets out a giggle as rubble and bits of white fur fall past her vision.

Xrgh uses whatever strength she can muster to lower her body temperature and limit her breathing, trying to appear as dead as possible should she be found.

She slowly reaches her hand to her helmet, careful not to make a sound. Xrgh whispers.

"Private Jyanl ... Senchta, assigned to the Liberation of F-Furnaz Mission, is deceased.. I am inj-jured with little functionalit-ty in my joints and a stopping of my sec-condary heart. I am under threat of d-detection by an Interstellar Gunship. Send help.."

"In artificial Furnazi physiolog-gy I would so suspect.."

She tries to stand, slowly making her way into a hunkered over sort-of standing position.

The small white furs continue to rain down on the area, made almost shimmering by the star's light.

"We all can explode. At any moment... and just.. be gone. No one does it though. More honourable to... die fighting. Well... no one but him."

The sensors observe a punctured secondary heart, several broken ribs, a dislocated upper right knee, a shattered left leg, a cracked skull, and shrapnel wounds everywhere.

Her helmet folds open, exposing her head and neck. She gasps, trying to hold enough air in her lungs to grab the cylinder, and applies it under her chin. She waits for something to happen.

"I'm surprised you can describe reptilian to mammal physiology as 'adaptable.'"