Pulling it Together - (Pyrrha, Liliana)

Anders stared into the vast blackness of outer-space as he passed through an asteroid field on the Stargazer. He had felt so alone since his crew had died. The Captain was now a captain of nothing but a stupid ship, and the eternal emptiness inside of his gut. "Warning:
Approaching unidentified object. Collision imminent." Anders stood straight up. What could possibly be out in the middle of space?

Anders ran to the radar and checked the holographic imagining system. A humanoid shape hung lifeless, he had no idea how it could've possibly avoided detection for so long, but he supposed it could've been a glitch on the systems part but he had no time to think about that. He had to protect his ship. He managed to put out a psionic shield large enough to encompass the ship and himself; and braced for impact. The thud stopped his ship and whatever he had hit went tumbling away, but a surprisingly short distance considering the speed that the ship was going.

Anders clicked a button on his suit and his helmet oozed over his face like a slime. He opened the airlock and went out into the coldness of space. He went toward the last known location of the humanoid shape. He was surprised to find a Caucasian woman with purple-ish hair and weird markings all over her body. He couldn't tell if she was really okay or not, but he knew that most people couldn't survive without breathing for too long. She didn't seem to be suffering from the lack of air, which meant that she either hadn't been out here too long; or she was more hardy than a human.

He grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her back to the ship. Even if she was more hardy than a human; the lack of an atmosphere would certainly not be good for a carbon based lifeform.

He put her on his bed, and began checking for a pulse, taking off his helmet. She seemed to be fine. Then, the captain heard a noise behind him and flipped around, tossing a of fire in as close proximity to the sound as possible.

Lilliana had been rushing her away through time and space, a rare smile adorned her face. Something had blipped across the dimensions..one of them was back. She stepped through one last rift onto a dinky little ship. She could see a man over the woman, seemingly listening for any signs of life. As the portal closed, it let out a buzz, alarming the man. As the ball of fire launched towards her, she took a step to the side, opening a small rift which ate the flames. The next second, the ball shot out, missing the man purposely. She drew her hand cannon, and her sword, assuming a fighters stance. "Just back away, pretty boy. She's mine."

--Moments before being found adrift in space--

Pyrrha found herself bathed in a golden glow. Energy flowed through her like a raging inferno. She had done it, she had managed to obtain the special ascended form that only her king had been capable of achieving, but something was different. The look on the tyrants face was all she needed to see, to know that she had surpassed everyone here in power. How it was possible, the young warrior did not know. Pyrrha took several seconds to take in this feeling of overwhelming power. She was going to need every ounce of it if she was going to save her home from total annihilation.

Pyrrha let out one more roar in the tyrants direction and her energy flared. Chunks of the ground beneath her feet tore free from the planet and disintegrated as they rose into the air. Her eyes quickly narrowed, and with a kick off the ground she was upon the tyrant. The alien didn’t even have time to blink as he had not expected this big of a power spike from such a low class individual. It would be the last time he underestimated her as her fist collided with his jaw and sent him flying a few hundred feet.

The two engaged one another with a series of punches, kicks, and energy attacks. Their very fight tore the planet up around them.

The tyrant became furious at the fact that he could not stop such a lowly creature that he set out to do the one thing he promised. Raising high into the air, the creature held its hands above its head and summoned forth a massive ball of energy. The glowing orange hue imitated the sun, and it was clear then to Pyrrha, that the tyrant intended on destroying her home. In a moment of desperation, Pyrrha began to charge up an attack of her own. A cool and peaceful blue hue clashed with the burning orange of the tyrants attack. In unison, the two fired off their attacks. The massive orange ball slowly descended upon the planet. The orb was so large it began to rip apart the world around it.

In retaliation to the orb, a steady stream of blue energy erupted from Pyrrha’s palms. As the two energies collided a massive shockwave was unleashed. The two beings struggled against the other as they tried to dominate one another’s attack. Eventually the alien began to gain the upper hand as Pyrrha could feel her strength fading. She couldn’t go out like this, she wouldn’t allow this beast to destroy her home or kill her people. As the end seemed to draw near for the little half warrior half cosmic dragon, Pyrrha reached deep down within herself and gave her blast one final push. An explosion of energy sprang forth from the girl and that was the last thing she remembered. A bright light pierced the darkness of space and when it cleared there was no Pyrrha or tyrant king.

--Enter the new universe!--

A blinding light would explode through the cosmos out of nowhere, much like if a star had gone supernova, but rather than ending a wave of energy, a small unconscious being was left behind. Pyrrha would drift through the emptiness of space, completely exhausted of all her power and essentially stuck in a deep sleep. She wouldn’t even feel the impact of a large object as it slammed into her. The ship with it’s lone captain would hit the small girl and send her body slowly tumbling back out into space, but she remained still. Nothing would rouse her from her sleep now, not even being taken aboard the ship by it’s captain nor the strange noise that would alarm him as he placed her body down to rest.

Anders was surprised by the way the person had just randomly invaded his ship. No warning, no noise - well, except the buzz that came with the appearance - and no telepathic signal until the moment she had arrived on his ship. It bothered him.

"First off, who the fuck are you, second don't invade my ship, and third, I'm fairly certain that owning people is illegal in most sectors." He yelled out and began pulling thermal energy out of the air, the ship seemed to drop about 3 degrees as he did so.

He could've sworn that he recognized both sounds of the entry. He could swear that he had heard it before. He shook off the feeling. Whoever they were, they encroaching on his ship and he needed to get them off.

He would attempt then to send the thermal energy he had just absorbed into the stranger on the ship.

Lilliana's blood began to boil as the man decided to back talk."First off, who the fuck are you to lecture me, you wannabe Captain Mal. Second, you better stop that elemental bull shi- " The heat slammed into her, causing her to phase before the damage got too bad.

Her skin began to crackle violently as she came fully back into reality. Her eyes locked with his as a torrent of energy shot from her hand towards the captain. If it connected, it would burn his skin immensely. For good measure, the gunslinger let off a few shots into the void. The hand cannon was deafening, leaving a sharp ringing in her ears. "Back up, or else you won't see those coming."

Anders rolled under the torrent, avoiding them. He still felt the heat connect with his suit. He wasn't happy about this, and he could see a smoking mark where the blast had hit his ship. He'd have to paint over that... that was really annoying.

"Computer, take us to the nearest planetary body and commence docking procedures." Anders said and felt the ship shift. He need to get this woman to safety. Whoever this person was, they probably didn't have a good reason for wanting her. Speaking of... "Let me ask you again, crazy lady who broke into my ship. Who are you, and why do you want her?" He growled and formed a handful of psionic balls about an inch big behind his back.

Lilliana snarled once again as he made demands of her, allowing one of the bullets from the void to whiz by the captain's head. "For the last time, just move out of the way!" Her temper began to boil over, causing her to reach down for her flask and take a swig..causing her to calm down, at least a smidge. She took a deep breath, and muttered a few curses to herself "I'm Lilliana, the traveler, I keep time and space from being all fucked up because of losers like you.." She lowered her gun, and pointed at the alien who was fast asleep "That right there, is more powerful than you could ever imagine..she's a massive threat to not only us, but to the multiverse. " She slid the gun across the floor, as well as her sword, and began to make her way to the alien "That's why I need her..to...mold her into what I need her to be.."

While Pyrrha might have been unconscious, every little shake of the ship played into the dream she was currently having. For some reason her mind was completely focused on the fight that had put her into this state. As the captain of the ship and his intruder argued with one another, all Pyrrha could her were the rallying cries of her people as they attempted to stand up to the tyrant alien. Her fists tightened with anger as she pictured the animals face and his obnoxious cackling. Her rising anger in her dream permeated on the outside.

The half breeds face narrowed into a scowl and her fists became tightly clenched. Her body would begin to shake slightly as an aura of energy began to envelop her. The energy would continue to grow more and more enraged by the second. Her two tone purple hair would also start to shift in style. Strands would begin to shift to a golden color and fade. Back in her dream she was standing face to face with the tyrant. He stood there, finger raised to the sky as a ball of energy began to form at his finger tip. Pyrrha had seen something like this happen before. He king had done a similar technique, and what usually followed was utter annihilation.

Before Pyrrha had a chance to do anything, the alien would thrust his finger downward at her planets surface. The image would shake her out of her unconscious state. She’d sit straight up yelling “NO!” in her alien language. She’d sit there for several seconds taking very heavy breaths. Her breathing would calm, but her face would take on a confused expression as she began to look at her surroundings. *Where the hell am I?* she thought to herself before her gaze would locate the captain of the ship and the woman he was squabbling with.

Pyrrha would leap from the bed and point at the two. She’d begin shouting at them in her own language asking a bunch of questions that they would not understand.