My first Dash roleplay for the mission!

It was hard to get it done, so it might read a little rougher than normal, but here it is.

 
Slowly, the world seemed to spin slower and slower as Sebastian Dash tried to force himself back into consciousness. The memories of what happened seeped back into Dash's mind like a flood. A loud and painful flood of memories.

He could hear explosions in the distance. Cries of agony. Death knells. The sounds of a massive battle on a scale almost unimaginable to the sane mind.

He knew the sounds because he'd been in this position before. One or two of the battles had actually been on a larger scale but never had the stakes been anywhere close to this high.

Dash vaguely remembered someone saving him.. but the image was fleeting. Drowned out by the physical agony Dash was in. With effort, Sebastian forced his eyes open.

At first it seemed like he was in a cave, but he looked closer. More like a blast in the side of the mountain. Dash could still smell the burning mountain. The land had been viciously terraformed not long before but had cooled to the point where the surface was barely warm.

The planet itself seemed to cry out in agony, Dash figured the sensation might just be his head throbbing in agony.

The battle wasn't as important as tracking down the dark creature which had escaped. Besides, with the tower down, there wasn't much here left to fight over, anyway. Sebastian could already see ships retreating into the distance.

Problem is, there were still more than enough factions battling in the distance to be dangerous. And Dash and his allies had been scattered. Whatever tore the Morlencir ship apart would be a dangerous enough threat on its own. Since Dash had no idea what did it, however, that would be a problem to be investigated after more immediate concerns.

"Well look who we got here, Gary," a voice from nearby called out. "I know that guy from the old days."

Dash looked up to see some familiar faces from his Honorburg days; a gang of Heckions. Half a dozen of them. No, eight. Far enough from the rest of the fighting they wouldn't have to worry much about stray shots.

"Dude, it's Flama-mixer. That's my rap / gang name!"

"Shut up, Gary!" commanded the guy obviously in the lead. He looked a good few years older than the others.

"Flama-mixer!"

The Heckions were a challenge only in Dash's earliest days in Honorburg, when he was a rookie hero still adjusting to the advanced futuristic city. They should be easy to deal with... but Dash was hurting.

Dash held his ground. "You've got one chance to surrender. I let you live last time so you could face justice properly. This time, in this hand, I am justice! Stand down!"

"Hear that, boys?" Flama-mixer cried out. "We're gonna kill justice."

But.. the world was driving Dash. Adrenaline drove him forward. Maybe the nanites were doing their job and helping him start to recover. Maybe he'd be cut down - well, burned to a crisp.

But what options were there?

"Suit yourselves," Dash said, throwing himself into the battle.

Just a nice lil short with Dash. We'll get back to Sassy next. After that, we'll get to Wildfall for a bit and then Fumblies and others after.