Descending upon Olympus

Clement felt a sudden sting at his side, of water in the epidermis and dermis turning into sharp crystals. His hands dislodged from the face of the woman on his back, but his near permanent sneer became something of a primal snarl. His teeth, perfect and neat, ground together as he listened to what could easily be considered hollow words. About as trustworthy and reliable as an ice cube on the surface of the sun. But they were enough to give him pause, because when people were desperate they tended to either completely be honest or lie until they couldn't tell you the colour of the sky. As the ice encased him, once again, he brought his hands close to his mask and instead focused as best he can on doing something with his little robotic drone. Trying to find weak points along the hanger wall, he was safe from the majority of the heat it seemed.

From his position on the floor however, it became apparent that the floor of the Olympus was being excavated as these two titans of talents fought. Clement was glad he was not putting his defences against the two of them, because he was sure that if he had tried to he would have been suffering from far worse wounds then he was currently dealing with. Oh well, with nothing resting on him he tried to do three different calculations simultaneously; first how to avoid being shot out of the sky when they fell away. Second, adjustments to his own trajectory carrying a second persons body. Thirdly, where to apply the correct cutting lasers on the block he was in. His little automaton flew back to his immobilized form and once again light bloomed from under it to blow a hole into the surface. Soon it had cut a thin line from one end to the other and the lid to his little ice coffin was shoved off, sliding away to the side and crashing into pieces.

Ignatius rose but did not flee, he did not attempt to abandon his responsibilities. Instead, around him a squadron of little robotic eyes climb into the air and swing around a barricade of ice towards the lumbering monstrosity. Clement didn't want it to jump the hole Bliss and it made after all; all of them beeped once in a requiem, before the little but highly volatile explosives packed within them went off. The beast was sent lumbering back, stone body clattering as one hand gripped a flaky metal edge. And then it was gone in the decompression that barely touch Clement in his self contained suit.

He paused for a moment before he blew a hole in the ice barring his way, the blue antimatter blossoming from his weapon. Chunks slid away and Clement carefully made his away around hissing white hot stone that was rapidly cooling. ”Well, I think someone is going to be footing a very large repair bill.” There might have been a hint of amusement in his voice as he turned toward Miss Fokukama. There was a tense moment where he considered raising his weapon and opening fire. His finger honestly twitched on the trigger, but he sighed and holstered it with the air of a man begrudgingly accepting something. ”If you wish to leave them I... suppose I can give you a way out, seeing as you so kindly defended the both of us.”

Powerful suction pulled across the hangar bay. If not for her icing of her feet to the ground her time in this hangar bay, and possibly on this Earth would come to an end. After watching the creature plummet out of the hangar bay she turned to see her traveling companion holding a gun towards the ground. His grip seemed a little more concentrated than it should since Bliss cleared out the main obstacle in the room, but maybe old transgressions died hard.

His weapon remained in a passive state, but Bliss didn't want to take a chance on him attacking or him leaving without her. While she lunged forward to tackle Doctor Cosmos he muttered out something that fell on deaf, charging ears. Living in the moment the suction pulled against her, Bliss charged and threw herself at Cosmos's chest. Her ice would start to attach her to his chest while she hoped to knock him off of his feet. If she could do enough to dislodge him from the ice he tried to shake himself out of.

With her force impacting him the two would free fall from the hangar bay entwined. "Wait." The air against their faces made her know why sky divers wore goggles. "Did you say you could give me a way out?"

Clement recoiled slightly as the madwoman lunged forward. His foot slipped on an iced, lose scale of metal flesh and suddenly they were twisting and falling through the clouds blanketing the base of the ship. Lights bloomed along the side of the ship as Clement did his best to adjust to the added and rather too personal weight upon his chest. Occasionally a bullet or a blast of light would cut it's way past them and out into the void beyond, but the volleys were only temporary as the two of them fell beyond the thunder and air moisture. A wide expanse of ocean greeted them from below as the two twisted suddenly through the air, a minor adjustment gone wrong. Arms extended and they levelled off again as they plummeted faster and faster away from the bank of clouds that hid the Olympus. Ignatius had nothing to say to the woman clutched to his chest and any kind conversation would have been lost in the harsh wind.

When the waves were clearly defined, sharp and jagged like rocks to greet them, the back opened on his parachute again and the two of them swung into a vertical position. She was so kind as to provide him a platform to land on. Even though it was slick, his boots dug into the surface and sent it rocking a little bit. His leg extended and he was happy to be done with her as this raft took on a chilly atmosphere; Clement alerted the extraction team that they had an expected passenger and almost refused to acknowledge the existence of the other person he had just saved, intent on watching the bank of clouds overhead move away lazily. A helicopter arrived a few minutes later, low and black over the waves and fitted with Helium jets. It hovered over the raft and deployed a ladder, which Clement easily scaled. ”A boat will be along soon, Miss. The people upon it have families so if you intend to have a single handed mutiny, please try to come casualties to a minimum. And I meant it when I never wish to see you again.” He began to ascend the ladder but stopped, looking back. ”And if you talk to Ashley again, tell her Thank you. I never thanked her, I think.”

The door slid open and men dressed in black pulled up the older gentleman, who finally opened the visor on his suit once more. Cold grey eyes, like steel, watched her as the door closed once more and the jets burst to life. With that, Ignatius Clement was gone once again. A ship would arrive no more then a hour later. A small fishing vessel. However, the men carrying hightech weaponry would not seem like fishermen, even to the most untrained of eyes. As Dr Cosmos leant back in his chair and was debriefed by a droning soldiers voice, his thoughts dwelt on those gentleman getting more they bargained for. And if, or whenever, he would meet Bliss Fokukama again.