"Divert all power equally our shields and weapons." Madhava gritted out.
It was frightening how good Madhava was. Woe to the bastard that pissed him off. The Jurou Biljana's shields flickered under the repeated assault in one location. They shot back but only landed a fraction of the shots Madhava did as their ship tried to maneuver into a more favorable position directly overhead.
Madhava's next shot opened a hole in the Jurou Biljana hull. But that didn't halt Madhava. He was intent on his revenge. Madhava continued firing, his one hand aiming the disrupter while his other finger flew over the trigger.
There was a blast of fire that erupted from the Jurou Biljana ship and it began listing to one side. Madhava switched his attention to another key area on the ship and resumed his assault. The reptiles' ship suddenly dropped out of the sky hitting the edge of the plateau. It teetered then fell over the edge crashing into the plain below.
A cry of relief escaped Providence's mouth.
"Is there any sign of other Jurou Biljana ships?" Madhava asked Ashtoret.
"No but we don't have a clear view of the entire orbit or atmosphere. Whatever is affecting our communication is preventing it." Ashtoret shook his head.
"Our systems are functioning fine we didn't suffer any major damage." Madhava noted. "Now how in Kali's name do we get Dagaa, Stone and the rest of the Toufik off that plain so we can get the fuck out of here?" Madhava said as he looked out at the sky that had darkened markedly.
Providence was ever so grateful Madhava didn't talk about Dagaa like he was dead. She just couldn't bear it.
A hand rested on her cheek and Providence looked over into Madhava's sad dark eyes. He looked so uncertain as he stared at her. Providence cast him a melancholy smile. She regretted railing against him in a fit of anger and fear. She'd be lost without him now. He was her only life line in this barren world.
"Life line!" Providence gasped. She scrambled to get out of her harness. "The climbing gear. We have to get all the climbing gear quick!"
Madhava was on his feet in an instant.
"Stay here and be ready to go." Madhava bellowed as they rushed out of the control room heading toward the loading bay.
"Get these doors open." Madhava instructed Tytus.
"We've got to get this stuff out to the cliff edge." Providence said as the hangar doors opened.
Madhava stopped Providence. She was about to tell him they didn't have time to waste till she saw he held her mask and goggles. Providence nodded as they geared up then headed down the ramp with the ropes and harnesses in tow.
The instant they were outside the wind whipped, knocking Providence off balance. Madhava gripped her waist, and she felt him tie a tether to her that he then attached to his own waist. The wind had turned brutal, and the sky churned ominously. It was getting so dark it was nearly impossible to see a mile out on the rugged plain.
Providence pushed down her fear and started tying off the ropes to the ship.
"So that others may live." She repeated the mantra over and over as she rapidly worked.
Dagaa
Searing pain shooting up his leg brought Dagaa instantly out of the sweetest dream he had ever known. Providence was waiting for him somewhere in the ether but someone was tugging at his shoulders. Dagaa flung his arm out and groaned at the pain that radiated through him. He opened his eyes to see Stone and his twin.
"Stone I didn't know you had a brother." Dagaa mumbled, his head pounding.
The twins shook their head at him and just kept pulling his shoulders. Dagaa gritted his teeth as the pain overwhelmed him. Why the hell did he hurt so bad? Dagaa looked down, blinking to clear his vision. There was a tangle of metal and debris all around him.
Dagaa looked back up at the dim sky. The clouds were swirling in the distance and the wind was vicious as it lashed him with dirt that got into his eyes, nose and mouth. Slowly the reality of where he was dawned on Dagaa.
"Providence." Dagaa's breath left him on a pained groan, when he attempted to pushed at the wreckage of the transport, while Stone reached beneath his arms and started pulling.
Dagaa looked to see the smaller bone of his forearm protruding from the skin. He tried to push up out of the seat using his good arm but he wouldn't budge. Dagaa looked down to see his legs trapped beneath mangled metal and sandy earth.
His right leg hurt like a son of a bitch. He could feel something jabbing at his thigh as he shifted it. Dagaa wiggled his toes which was a good sign. They worked unlike the fingers on his right hand. However he couldn't feel his left leg at all, nothing below his thigh, which was not good at all. Best case it was broken, worst case it was completely crushed or severed entirely. He didn't know for sure since he couldn't see beneath the remnants of the rota and all the dirt that filled the cockpit.