This chapter really isn't going to have much talking it. Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

The airship fought against the green liquid that was surrounding it. The captain looked like a drunk as he stood at the helm, his gaze clouded over but never wavering from the large window in front of him.

His mind slowly tried to tell his body to move his hands, to move anything and to tell the airship that it needed to find more energy to break free from the hellish conditions that she had been flown into.

Sparks were flying over his head, his hearing wasn't perfect. He couldn't even ascertain if the sirens were blaring. His mind was foggy and not as sharp as it usually was.

His mind tried to figure out were he was, what he was doing in the weird crazy world. The bright green light was giving him a killer headache.

How did he get here? Why was he here?

He felt like his body wasn't responding to his own thoughts, it felt like it was taking forever for him to even tell his body to even lift a finger. It felt like someone was controlling him.

Slowly, he looked around, his vision blurring as he turned. The area he was standing in was in chaos, bodies were thrown across the floor, not moving. Wires were hanging from over head monitors and smoke was billowing from blackened panels.

Health and safety would have a damn field day, a voice echoed in his head, it was his own but it didn't sound like it. His own voice was loud and had more life.

Something jolted his body, the room he was in was moving.

……am I even in…a room? his mako drenched mind thought in the same whining voice.

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his blue eyes, a movement of a living person. He wasn't even scared of the intruder, he knew who it was but couldn't get his damned mind to work. Was it someone he cared about or could he not stand them?

He shook his head, clearing it out of his head. The current situation required all of his waning attention, it took all his strength to move his body back to the small helm that he had…he had what? Designed? Built? Nothing in his head wanted to work because of the strange liquid that was trying to push through the creaking metal skin of the hull. The bikini goddess that had been painted on the ship's hide was being peeled off by the continuous bombardment of the liquid.

Words were being forced into his mind, a language he just didn't understand. Was it the language of the ancients? Nah, they were long gone. He'd watched the last one get run through by a knife wielding maniac calling to the name of Se…Sep? Sephi...something or other, he couldn't give a flying monk…

Flying! That was what he was doing! He was supposed to be flying this thing! He was in an airship, he was the captain and he really should be trying to fly the damn thing.

I'm the captain…right, the big guy on board…shit, the hell is the language being poured into my head?

Sweat poured of his forehead, the inside of the ship getting warmer and warmer as each moment passed. He just wanted to lay down and fall asleep but something kept him up, something kept him up and fighting. The pilot was here for a reason.

Images started to fill his mind, times when he'd been angry, hurt, scared, lonely. One person kept leaping to his mind, one woman he'd been through all those feelings with, the one who he had to get back to.

Shera.

He had to get back to her, he needed her. The soft reassurances she'd give whenever he felt like he was screwing up or calming him when he was angry. All he wanted right now was to be with her and if it meant fighting the planet to get what he wanted, then so be it. That's what he'd do.

Had the airship been alive then she would of started to scream in pain and frustration. Her metal skin peeling with the hot thick liquid, trying to penetrate the hull and kill the few occupants left inside of her. The human captain seemed to give her orders very slowly, as if he wasn't in full control of the situation at hand was being distracted by other things going in from within.

The ship's sensors were malfunctioning and she was running blind, she had no real clue as to where she was but the one order that was being given to her was perfectly clear.

She was to get them out.

Green liquid seeped out from the large gaping wounds she'd received from when she last tried to escape the liquid. The human captain had done a good repair job but she had been called into action a few years later, still unfinished. If she failed then, that would be the end to the human life.

Somewhere from deep with her systems, she received the order to find the extra power she needed to break free of the stream of liquid that was encasing her.

She had to complete the order, if she didn't…they would all be lost.

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Ok! How bout that? The airship as a living person huh? Well, who knew what can happen to things in the life stream! Chapter 9 and possibly ten in the next few days. Later!