h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

~Because I don't need help, and this is a very dangerous situation.~

~*feral joy* I love it when you say that!~

/\/- Yes Annat, let the kitten have her fun. -/\/

*breaks the link with Tobru*

How can you hear her? How can you hear telepathy?

And if you hurt her....

*takes lightsaber in a double-handed grip*

MIASMA: /\/- ~Locker 138 has Tobru's toy whip... As for the blade, it's been confiscated.~ -/\/

*turns to look for lockers*

*a hatch falls to the floor with a loud clunk, followed by the much lighter pads of the cat*

Annat!
From what I could sense earlier I thought you were going to die.

*she embraces him, purring*

*pushes her away*

*indicated the locker containing her whip, then crouches down, attempting to heal his broken ribs, aggravated by Tobru's grip*

I'm fine. Take more than a loss of air and blood to kill me.

*crawls after and lands on the floor, not quite so gracefully nor as silent as Tobru*

*She grabs her whip, switches it on and neatly cuts the locks out of three of the lockers with a few deft movements*

I missed my whip.

*She switches it off and looks around for her sword*

You want a hand with that? I'm pretty good at healing.

*her eyes spark black and she places her hand on his chest*

*gently pushes her hand away*

It'll be fine. Thanks. Now get the hell out of here before you get carved up, asphyxiated, or blown up.

*She shakes her head*

Always pushing me away, Annat. Relax, chill. What's the worst that could happen? A crazed army of clones make a bid to dominate the universe under the control of my insane uncle? Unlikely.

*frowns*

Funny you should say that...

*looks slightly concerned*

Uncle Lans up to his old tricks again?

*nods*

New apprentice. Clones of one of the order's own. This facility. Your family is causing a lot of trouble here it would seem.

*eyes widen*

Bloody hell. I thought it was a shapechanger.

*thinks for a moment*

I wonder if I could buy a couple.

*sighs and stands up*

I suppose you'll be wanting to blow this place to smithereens are self sacrificingly saving all the slaves on board? Probably involving the loss of one of your remaining parts?

*shrugs and gestures to Powol*

He can save the day this time. I'll deal with Miasma. As for you, I'd appreciate it if you got out of here and found your family.

*ignites his lightsaber and swings it through a slightly ragged figure of eight*

*Tobru sneers and shrugs*

Fine. Enjoy 'dealing' with Miasma like you 'dealt' with him earlier. But bear in mind I know more of the darkside than you, and I spent some time as apprentice to Geddon. You would do well to at least use my knowledge.

I don't need the darkside. If I gave in to the temptations of the darkside, then I'd be Miasma. Hence I need to defeat him, on my own, to prove to myself I can defeat the dark virus.

*the room shakes for a second*