Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 14:42:39 GMT -5
[Crashing on Namek]
[PL 3,487/10,461]
The wreckage was surprisingly tame. A large husk of the ship had survived and the evacuation pod old as it was wasn't required to be launched when breaking atmosphere. The ship simply moving along a course since its repairs oddly completed from old locked programs finally freeing up. The pod however within the ship had suffered some residual damage from some collisions after hitting land. Its age showing when several malfunctions occurred in the navigation and propulsion units from just powering up. The stagnant age of the machinery showing after it became mobile again after so many years adrift in the black sea of stars above.
The land had scattered parts here and there and several repair drones had been set out to recollect and begin repairs upon the vessel. Sadly many of the inhabitants of the vessel while droids mind you with only programmed beings and emotions weren't so lucky. Several of them were crushed from crushed debris from within when the landing had begun. Or heat pushing through small cracks in the hull that allowed inferno's of cleansing flames to wash over them. Luckily most of the ship could be salvaged although Isaac wasn't sure how to consider piloting on his own or just with built in VI aid just yet. But that would be a milestone to cross when he was in a better state of mind. He had at least had the right state of mind before landing sequences to fully update his education collar with all data of importance stored within the ships digital files and even some of the more minor files in terminals deeper within the ship set apart from the direct link of the ships network.
The pod had detached but not in a launching process. It had broken off after landing when part of the small entry way for smaller single man units could dock was damaged. Shot outward and buried under several layers of rubble and corroded steal. The droids running repairs but any medical units or droids built with care functions for the subject Cancer were destroyed in the crash when the inside of several areas of the ship became a flaming furnace from heat and fire breaking into the hull.
The pod as it was was dented inward. The body inside crushed at the legs and one of the arms. A trail of blood leaking down his nose. Eyes barely focused as he teetered between a state of consciousness and slumber. A steel rod was cut through his abdomen and through his stomach that had pierced the pod. It as well as the ship would be in great need of repairs.
It wasn't far off and within a rather short time namekian warriors and scouters would have been in the distant regions looking upon the odd cluster of wreckage. So close to their homes it was a anomaly as well as possible thread that needed recognized and acknowledged quickly. Saiyans and PTO hadn't been a big bother as much as in the past but the namekians were a people that had endured major strife in their history. They had learned to be cautious but calm when dealing with things. A good justice driven people in most cases as well as with honest ways. "It doesn't seem to fit any modern vessel we know of. Looks a little aged to be honest..." A few of the warriors that could feel energy feeling out for any odd sensation of life. Expecting either to only feel a few minor survivors or dwindling power levels of the dying. "A ship that size doesn't usually mean a small crew. Could they have needed help? If its a cruiser and we don't aid we could risk causing trouble with one of our past enemies." One of the other said calmly. Reaching out as well with his senses to look for any signs of life before approaching. Trying to get some idea on the situation before making their presence known, If it wasn't known already that is. "Strange... I'm only picking up a single power. I can see a few droids too but they appear basic. Dated like the ship." Making some brief observations as he calculated how to handle this. The small party of namekians waiting for the appearing leaders decisions.
"Maybe the others didn't make it? I can feel it too now. It's... Strong. But we could should be fine in a group as we are I believe." Speaking up making a assessment. The two that were sensing out agreeing that it was a threat but one in a group they could handle. The power of maybe three warriors or a little more within it. "We'll approach. Just be careful we don't know what their intentions were or are. We'll aid if we can but we can't be too careful." Giving momentary words in a serious stern tone. Trying to embark a sense of preparation and cautiousness upon his allies before they'd make their way forward in formation. Quickly and directly moving past and around obstacles towards the crash site.
Meanwhile back a the pod still covered by steel and rubble Isaac stirred within. The tickling feeling within himself like a itching in the back of his head as his dazed mind barely clung to focus for this moment of injury. His legs twisted and his arm as well. The steal beam through the pod and his gut making it hard for his body to heal and adjust. He'd need to free himself and a little time before nature would take its course and his body would in time return to its pure appearing state.
The pain was immense but in this state of sleepy exhaustion it faded quickly. He didn't feel pain in the normal sense and it took severe ranges of intensity to truly get the more dire reactions from him at times. For now though only small whimpers were made. A mixture of sound like one might expect from a injured animal trapped and frightened. With the occasional popping sound or gushy squish of cutting flesh and bubbling blood. This would not be enough to kill him though. This was nothing when his body could keep him alive through far worse.
His eyes trying to focus upward on the odd sky. The cool breeze that occasionally broke through some of the wreckage. His mind in a racing series of scattered thoughts and bewilderment to be somewhere other then the ship. A planet of soil water and life like those he'd read and studied about. Trying to speak a whisper of its beauty even if only could see the sky above. But only blood bubbled from his lips in a hot sticky mess. Dripping in a small pouring ooze that stained down his neck and upon his chest. The feeling warm and it only added to his dazed mind as his body healed in some places while others remained twisted and altered with stabbed through metal to heal properly until this was mended. He just needed rest before he could break free as easily on his own.
Before long though he could... Smell it. Feel something even in this state. A exhale of hot breath leaving his lips as he didn't understand merely felt this strange sensation washing over him. Something that made him hunger and his mouth lightly water. His body growing inwardly as it wanted to part and contort like the odd pained ways he'd discovered a few years prior he could do. A feeling like he was suddenly vastly empty. He wasn't whole... He needed to become whole. To feast and eat and grow into what he was supposed to be. The feeling like a natural urge and for him evolutionary sensation for survival or instinct. As natural to him when near what he needed as eating was to a human or drinking water to these green warriors. Even weakened as he was he could only feel the hunger growing in his gut like a gnawing pain. His mind burning like a million finger nails digging through the fresh and cutting bone scrapping towards his brain. Every fiber of his being screaming at him in this pained state of weakness to become strong! Make yourself whole!
These warriors however could only feel the confusing power and sensation of who was in the pod bellow them as they finally found him. Hearing the whimpers and strange fleshy popping sounds. Realizing whoever was in their wasn't going to be much of a threat and could feel the power weakening. "Move more quickly. If we let them die we won't know why they came. An I'd prefer not to have a innocence blood stain this soil if we can avoid it." The warrior doing his best to toss debris to the side and twisting and bending steal to get it out of the way. Having to wave off the repair droids that occasionally swooped in to take away the debris being tossed aside or torn asunder to assumable repair it and reattach it and other objects back to the large ship that was in need of massive repair. The pod would come later when their main ship was repaired as via their programming dictated.
What they didn't know though the warriors of namek. Was that the boy or thing within the pod still buried but being slowly unearthed was lowering his power on purpose. Slowing his heart beat and slipping into a state of perhaps hibernation. Only a minor sense of awareness remaining should he need to burst forward to defend himself. The more hunter and instinctual mind taking over in this state. To appear weak as he sniffed the air and listened to them. This new feeling being so close to one of the genuine articles of this race wasn't the same as studying them on a terminal. It was hard to control or resist these urges and sensation. These instincts that churned at his base levels of survival and desire.
Meanwhile up top the four warriors were making quick headway before finally getting down to the pod. Several piles of metal and wreckage on all sides of them when one finally found himself able to look within the shattered glass window of the pod. Careful of the glass edges as his edged nails and green hand gripped the edge of the window and peered inside. Gulping as to what he saw worried it might be a harsh sight for his less experienced subordinates. "You two head back and get the healers to be at the ready. I think this one is human... Or at least looks human. He feels... strange. But he's in bad shape. I don't know if he's gonna make it but we'll need the healers to be ready when we get him out and back... GO!" Letting out a loud order at the end. The warriors of honor and peace almost pained with what the two that could sense could feel. The pain within in and weakening energy. Death was not something that was praised or enjoyed by these people.
"Just tell me what to do. I can stabilize him perhaps with my own skills to aid him. We'll get this done brother..." Ready to follow his leaders command in getting the young looking human out. Although gagging when he looked inside. The smell of blood strong and stewing within as well as cartilage torn and cut. "This isn't gonna be pretty. The masters haven't finished your training. But a little aid is better then nothing. At least for this poor soul. Be ready... This is gonna be a little messy." He'd say in a tone that held sour as much as a thick serious tone.
Isaac allowing his boy drift into full sleep within and only reaching out with his senses in his hibernation state as he'd for now allow this to happen. Thinking more like a beast or predator though in his fogging mind rather then the boy that was stranded on his metal derelict home for so long. "This feeling... Burning hunger. So close, So intense." His thoughts moving like a burning fever within his mind. Like a disease or indeed a cancer fluctuating within his brain and body. Triggering this dormant behaviors and instincts as well as desires.
The first part would be awful like what other things would come to pass. The namekian taking in a deep breath as with a twist and crunch he'd start to pull out the metal rod that had pierced the pod and the boy inside. The sound of twisting and taring meat heard within and the scent of blood stirring. Before finally he was able to pull it out slowly and steadily through the metal of the pod door. The beam letting out a metal scream as it grinded against the steel of the pod door. The screech almost deafening and ached the namekians sensitive ears. But he'd ignore it and push forward knowing or believing at least his pains were dwarfed and minor in comparison of his duties to aid those in need.
After this a second yank and twist would allow him to pry open the dented and smashed up pod door. A loud crack made as it did and one of the hinges gave into the massive force and prying motion. "Try slowing the bleeding at the gut. I'll work with the... With the limbs. This is awful." Seasoned as he was it still phased him to see a young looking human or alien of some kind in such a state. Not even wishing such a state on his enemies. The younger healer in training nodded and did as instructed. Trying to hide his tensed sensations and fear as to the horrific state the boy was in before him. Placing his hands over the gushing wound in the stomach and applying pressure as much as a relieving warm glow that resonated from his hands.
The older one looked at the arm and the legs that were crushed and barely even on the body anymore. Knowing they couldn't bring the pod with them without possibly killing the person inside he had to come to a quick and direct conclusion in a few moments. The kind of quick thinking that best suited him for his position leading some of these squads when dealing with strange visitors. "Sorry traveler... Brother. You might want to look away for this. I won't think you weak... I wish I didn't have to do this." A small spark of sour within his voice. The younger warrior looking away as he was told the stench of blood already bad enough but he didn't want to see what was about to happen. Having to know he'd be hearing it was bad enough.
The leader drew in a breath and carefully began. Driving his claw like fingers downward into the bone of one of the legs upward at above the knee where the metal crushed down and twisted the legs around. A careful and as quick as he could make it cutting motion as his hands too glowed with energy and aura. But his was more for cutting and burning. What flesh wasn't cut burned through and sliced like tender squishy flesh. Before a crack and splintering sound of bones breaking could be heard as he'd go from one leg to the others. Finally doing the same for the arm needing to cut into just at the armpit for h ow the arm had been twisted around and stabbed through in multiple areas all up and down the forearm and upper arm. It severed a little easier and he managed to crack through the bones at the shoulder with relative ease. Pulling his blood soaked hand with steaming fluid on it back. It was odd to see as the color was a dark oozing color. A dark black and thick ooze that felt unnatural to the touch. The warrior staving off his what be believe naive fears as he tried to remained focused on the task at hand of aiding the possibly dying alien. Neither of them men realizing just how even desecrated and destroyed as his body was it would in time and when ready be able to return to its glory and youthful growing perfection.
"I'll get him back... You... Clean this up. Find anything useful. I know its hard to look at it but its better then having to see him possibly suffer before we can help him. Good long brother..." Knowing such things as these were likely hard on the young ones. Or Younger at least compared to the seasoned leader. Throwing the one armed lad in his arms and jetting off hoping what aura he'd had put in him from the healer had at least stabilized him enough to get him back.
It took only several minutes but the warriors front and back was stained with the black fluid that stained him which was oozing from the boy. The healers were informed and had already taken him and done all they could. Ranging from basic medical assistance as well as their ki skills that were made for another form of healing. During all this time the leader remaining close by waiting for his compatriot to return in a room separate from the boy. He felt he should be one of the first to be around later when the boy had awoken. Even remaining long after the healers had left for the day to go back to duties or rest.
It was a tiring moment and he felt a bit of fatigue setting in on himself. It was already late in his activities for him and the exertion and excitement once passed had left him tired. Weary and only having left briefly to clean himself from the blood and fetch fresh clothes had left him exhausted even further. But it was only when he stirred when he heard... sounds. Emanating from the room beyond the curtains. Put up for the boys privacy and so others who come in may not see the carnage he was left in without warning.
The sound frightening as it was a series of crunches and fleshy pops like before. Although the warrior had not realize it had started briefly before his return from bathing. Beyond the curtain Cancer had reformed his limbs when awoke from his hibernation state. his mind totally eclipsed of his bewilderment for the time and leaving only the instincts behind. His mind overtaken like it had been drowned in drugs or intoxicants. The paining hunger and sensation he was feeling from the warrior and the people in the buildings not far off drowning out the perhaps reasonable or even kind boy Isaac who was on the crashed ship.
A sound of squishy steps being made which only through the warrior into a even more strange state. What he was feeling... It was frightening him an the strange cry or whimper like sound that followed with a growl. He didn't know what to think given moments prior he only felt the weakened dying boy. A set of glowing eyes could be seen behind the curtain and a squishing sound as from under it came a growing pool of the black blood he'd seen before. Clearly standing on two legs whatever was behind it as seen in shadows through the cloth. Two full arms reaching out and the cloth pushing forward as hands were touching it from the other end. And finally from the contortions of flesh as hunger and pained desires pulled at Cancer in great need. Needs and urges that were so painful resisting them would feel as if it would bring about his death. These feelings and desires were unable to be controlled and he needed to eat! The odd second set of limbs could be seen in shadows behind the cloth now. Raising high above his shoulders as the sound of squishy flesh taring and twisting was heard. Bone's cracking popping or rearranging as well. The warrior would not know if he was having some form of vision or even understanding what was happening.
The eyes glowing heavily behind the cloth before the sound would be heard. From outside the medical building a scream would echo outward that could curdle blood in ones veins. A sound that would draw people to see what aid the leader had needed of this village and scouts. Only hearing as they approached the door the sickly sounds. Not so much like what the warrior had heard though earlier. But this was more crunching and slashing flesh? A sickly slosh of fluid like something was... Eating. Gnawing at something meaty within. An lapping up the fluid of some kind within as well like a dog to its dish. Hungrily going for each morsel. The sounds echoing out from within shortly after that made them all freeze in momentary fear at the doorway.
"Whats going on! Is he still in there? Whats happening!" A tired friend returning shortly after. "Why are you all just standing there! Maybe he needs or help or the boy!" He'd say reaching out and about to go into the doorway just as the glowing eyes would meet him next and the small crowd before them. Feeling a power beginning to grow as what he saw was mostly hidden in shadows of the buildings insides. But it was enough to realize the horrors were only gonna get worse. An realize he was looking into the face of his death. As well as likely the death of his friend.
[Cancer and the inward instincts have taken over Isaac's mind for the time as he is now wreaking havoc and feasting in one of the villages after catching their more powerful leader off guard.]
[PL 3,487/10,461]
The wreckage was surprisingly tame. A large husk of the ship had survived and the evacuation pod old as it was wasn't required to be launched when breaking atmosphere. The ship simply moving along a course since its repairs oddly completed from old locked programs finally freeing up. The pod however within the ship had suffered some residual damage from some collisions after hitting land. Its age showing when several malfunctions occurred in the navigation and propulsion units from just powering up. The stagnant age of the machinery showing after it became mobile again after so many years adrift in the black sea of stars above.
The land had scattered parts here and there and several repair drones had been set out to recollect and begin repairs upon the vessel. Sadly many of the inhabitants of the vessel while droids mind you with only programmed beings and emotions weren't so lucky. Several of them were crushed from crushed debris from within when the landing had begun. Or heat pushing through small cracks in the hull that allowed inferno's of cleansing flames to wash over them. Luckily most of the ship could be salvaged although Isaac wasn't sure how to consider piloting on his own or just with built in VI aid just yet. But that would be a milestone to cross when he was in a better state of mind. He had at least had the right state of mind before landing sequences to fully update his education collar with all data of importance stored within the ships digital files and even some of the more minor files in terminals deeper within the ship set apart from the direct link of the ships network.
The pod had detached but not in a launching process. It had broken off after landing when part of the small entry way for smaller single man units could dock was damaged. Shot outward and buried under several layers of rubble and corroded steal. The droids running repairs but any medical units or droids built with care functions for the subject Cancer were destroyed in the crash when the inside of several areas of the ship became a flaming furnace from heat and fire breaking into the hull.
The pod as it was was dented inward. The body inside crushed at the legs and one of the arms. A trail of blood leaking down his nose. Eyes barely focused as he teetered between a state of consciousness and slumber. A steel rod was cut through his abdomen and through his stomach that had pierced the pod. It as well as the ship would be in great need of repairs.
It wasn't far off and within a rather short time namekian warriors and scouters would have been in the distant regions looking upon the odd cluster of wreckage. So close to their homes it was a anomaly as well as possible thread that needed recognized and acknowledged quickly. Saiyans and PTO hadn't been a big bother as much as in the past but the namekians were a people that had endured major strife in their history. They had learned to be cautious but calm when dealing with things. A good justice driven people in most cases as well as with honest ways. "It doesn't seem to fit any modern vessel we know of. Looks a little aged to be honest..." A few of the warriors that could feel energy feeling out for any odd sensation of life. Expecting either to only feel a few minor survivors or dwindling power levels of the dying. "A ship that size doesn't usually mean a small crew. Could they have needed help? If its a cruiser and we don't aid we could risk causing trouble with one of our past enemies." One of the other said calmly. Reaching out as well with his senses to look for any signs of life before approaching. Trying to get some idea on the situation before making their presence known, If it wasn't known already that is. "Strange... I'm only picking up a single power. I can see a few droids too but they appear basic. Dated like the ship." Making some brief observations as he calculated how to handle this. The small party of namekians waiting for the appearing leaders decisions.
"Maybe the others didn't make it? I can feel it too now. It's... Strong. But we could should be fine in a group as we are I believe." Speaking up making a assessment. The two that were sensing out agreeing that it was a threat but one in a group they could handle. The power of maybe three warriors or a little more within it. "We'll approach. Just be careful we don't know what their intentions were or are. We'll aid if we can but we can't be too careful." Giving momentary words in a serious stern tone. Trying to embark a sense of preparation and cautiousness upon his allies before they'd make their way forward in formation. Quickly and directly moving past and around obstacles towards the crash site.
Meanwhile back a the pod still covered by steel and rubble Isaac stirred within. The tickling feeling within himself like a itching in the back of his head as his dazed mind barely clung to focus for this moment of injury. His legs twisted and his arm as well. The steal beam through the pod and his gut making it hard for his body to heal and adjust. He'd need to free himself and a little time before nature would take its course and his body would in time return to its pure appearing state.
The pain was immense but in this state of sleepy exhaustion it faded quickly. He didn't feel pain in the normal sense and it took severe ranges of intensity to truly get the more dire reactions from him at times. For now though only small whimpers were made. A mixture of sound like one might expect from a injured animal trapped and frightened. With the occasional popping sound or gushy squish of cutting flesh and bubbling blood. This would not be enough to kill him though. This was nothing when his body could keep him alive through far worse.
His eyes trying to focus upward on the odd sky. The cool breeze that occasionally broke through some of the wreckage. His mind in a racing series of scattered thoughts and bewilderment to be somewhere other then the ship. A planet of soil water and life like those he'd read and studied about. Trying to speak a whisper of its beauty even if only could see the sky above. But only blood bubbled from his lips in a hot sticky mess. Dripping in a small pouring ooze that stained down his neck and upon his chest. The feeling warm and it only added to his dazed mind as his body healed in some places while others remained twisted and altered with stabbed through metal to heal properly until this was mended. He just needed rest before he could break free as easily on his own.
Before long though he could... Smell it. Feel something even in this state. A exhale of hot breath leaving his lips as he didn't understand merely felt this strange sensation washing over him. Something that made him hunger and his mouth lightly water. His body growing inwardly as it wanted to part and contort like the odd pained ways he'd discovered a few years prior he could do. A feeling like he was suddenly vastly empty. He wasn't whole... He needed to become whole. To feast and eat and grow into what he was supposed to be. The feeling like a natural urge and for him evolutionary sensation for survival or instinct. As natural to him when near what he needed as eating was to a human or drinking water to these green warriors. Even weakened as he was he could only feel the hunger growing in his gut like a gnawing pain. His mind burning like a million finger nails digging through the fresh and cutting bone scrapping towards his brain. Every fiber of his being screaming at him in this pained state of weakness to become strong! Make yourself whole!
These warriors however could only feel the confusing power and sensation of who was in the pod bellow them as they finally found him. Hearing the whimpers and strange fleshy popping sounds. Realizing whoever was in their wasn't going to be much of a threat and could feel the power weakening. "Move more quickly. If we let them die we won't know why they came. An I'd prefer not to have a innocence blood stain this soil if we can avoid it." The warrior doing his best to toss debris to the side and twisting and bending steal to get it out of the way. Having to wave off the repair droids that occasionally swooped in to take away the debris being tossed aside or torn asunder to assumable repair it and reattach it and other objects back to the large ship that was in need of massive repair. The pod would come later when their main ship was repaired as via their programming dictated.
What they didn't know though the warriors of namek. Was that the boy or thing within the pod still buried but being slowly unearthed was lowering his power on purpose. Slowing his heart beat and slipping into a state of perhaps hibernation. Only a minor sense of awareness remaining should he need to burst forward to defend himself. The more hunter and instinctual mind taking over in this state. To appear weak as he sniffed the air and listened to them. This new feeling being so close to one of the genuine articles of this race wasn't the same as studying them on a terminal. It was hard to control or resist these urges and sensation. These instincts that churned at his base levels of survival and desire.
Meanwhile up top the four warriors were making quick headway before finally getting down to the pod. Several piles of metal and wreckage on all sides of them when one finally found himself able to look within the shattered glass window of the pod. Careful of the glass edges as his edged nails and green hand gripped the edge of the window and peered inside. Gulping as to what he saw worried it might be a harsh sight for his less experienced subordinates. "You two head back and get the healers to be at the ready. I think this one is human... Or at least looks human. He feels... strange. But he's in bad shape. I don't know if he's gonna make it but we'll need the healers to be ready when we get him out and back... GO!" Letting out a loud order at the end. The warriors of honor and peace almost pained with what the two that could sense could feel. The pain within in and weakening energy. Death was not something that was praised or enjoyed by these people.
"Just tell me what to do. I can stabilize him perhaps with my own skills to aid him. We'll get this done brother..." Ready to follow his leaders command in getting the young looking human out. Although gagging when he looked inside. The smell of blood strong and stewing within as well as cartilage torn and cut. "This isn't gonna be pretty. The masters haven't finished your training. But a little aid is better then nothing. At least for this poor soul. Be ready... This is gonna be a little messy." He'd say in a tone that held sour as much as a thick serious tone.
Isaac allowing his boy drift into full sleep within and only reaching out with his senses in his hibernation state as he'd for now allow this to happen. Thinking more like a beast or predator though in his fogging mind rather then the boy that was stranded on his metal derelict home for so long. "This feeling... Burning hunger. So close, So intense." His thoughts moving like a burning fever within his mind. Like a disease or indeed a cancer fluctuating within his brain and body. Triggering this dormant behaviors and instincts as well as desires.
The first part would be awful like what other things would come to pass. The namekian taking in a deep breath as with a twist and crunch he'd start to pull out the metal rod that had pierced the pod and the boy inside. The sound of twisting and taring meat heard within and the scent of blood stirring. Before finally he was able to pull it out slowly and steadily through the metal of the pod door. The beam letting out a metal scream as it grinded against the steel of the pod door. The screech almost deafening and ached the namekians sensitive ears. But he'd ignore it and push forward knowing or believing at least his pains were dwarfed and minor in comparison of his duties to aid those in need.
After this a second yank and twist would allow him to pry open the dented and smashed up pod door. A loud crack made as it did and one of the hinges gave into the massive force and prying motion. "Try slowing the bleeding at the gut. I'll work with the... With the limbs. This is awful." Seasoned as he was it still phased him to see a young looking human or alien of some kind in such a state. Not even wishing such a state on his enemies. The younger healer in training nodded and did as instructed. Trying to hide his tensed sensations and fear as to the horrific state the boy was in before him. Placing his hands over the gushing wound in the stomach and applying pressure as much as a relieving warm glow that resonated from his hands.
The older one looked at the arm and the legs that were crushed and barely even on the body anymore. Knowing they couldn't bring the pod with them without possibly killing the person inside he had to come to a quick and direct conclusion in a few moments. The kind of quick thinking that best suited him for his position leading some of these squads when dealing with strange visitors. "Sorry traveler... Brother. You might want to look away for this. I won't think you weak... I wish I didn't have to do this." A small spark of sour within his voice. The younger warrior looking away as he was told the stench of blood already bad enough but he didn't want to see what was about to happen. Having to know he'd be hearing it was bad enough.
The leader drew in a breath and carefully began. Driving his claw like fingers downward into the bone of one of the legs upward at above the knee where the metal crushed down and twisted the legs around. A careful and as quick as he could make it cutting motion as his hands too glowed with energy and aura. But his was more for cutting and burning. What flesh wasn't cut burned through and sliced like tender squishy flesh. Before a crack and splintering sound of bones breaking could be heard as he'd go from one leg to the others. Finally doing the same for the arm needing to cut into just at the armpit for h ow the arm had been twisted around and stabbed through in multiple areas all up and down the forearm and upper arm. It severed a little easier and he managed to crack through the bones at the shoulder with relative ease. Pulling his blood soaked hand with steaming fluid on it back. It was odd to see as the color was a dark oozing color. A dark black and thick ooze that felt unnatural to the touch. The warrior staving off his what be believe naive fears as he tried to remained focused on the task at hand of aiding the possibly dying alien. Neither of them men realizing just how even desecrated and destroyed as his body was it would in time and when ready be able to return to its glory and youthful growing perfection.
"I'll get him back... You... Clean this up. Find anything useful. I know its hard to look at it but its better then having to see him possibly suffer before we can help him. Good long brother..." Knowing such things as these were likely hard on the young ones. Or Younger at least compared to the seasoned leader. Throwing the one armed lad in his arms and jetting off hoping what aura he'd had put in him from the healer had at least stabilized him enough to get him back.
It took only several minutes but the warriors front and back was stained with the black fluid that stained him which was oozing from the boy. The healers were informed and had already taken him and done all they could. Ranging from basic medical assistance as well as their ki skills that were made for another form of healing. During all this time the leader remaining close by waiting for his compatriot to return in a room separate from the boy. He felt he should be one of the first to be around later when the boy had awoken. Even remaining long after the healers had left for the day to go back to duties or rest.
It was a tiring moment and he felt a bit of fatigue setting in on himself. It was already late in his activities for him and the exertion and excitement once passed had left him tired. Weary and only having left briefly to clean himself from the blood and fetch fresh clothes had left him exhausted even further. But it was only when he stirred when he heard... sounds. Emanating from the room beyond the curtains. Put up for the boys privacy and so others who come in may not see the carnage he was left in without warning.
The sound frightening as it was a series of crunches and fleshy pops like before. Although the warrior had not realize it had started briefly before his return from bathing. Beyond the curtain Cancer had reformed his limbs when awoke from his hibernation state. his mind totally eclipsed of his bewilderment for the time and leaving only the instincts behind. His mind overtaken like it had been drowned in drugs or intoxicants. The paining hunger and sensation he was feeling from the warrior and the people in the buildings not far off drowning out the perhaps reasonable or even kind boy Isaac who was on the crashed ship.
A sound of squishy steps being made which only through the warrior into a even more strange state. What he was feeling... It was frightening him an the strange cry or whimper like sound that followed with a growl. He didn't know what to think given moments prior he only felt the weakened dying boy. A set of glowing eyes could be seen behind the curtain and a squishing sound as from under it came a growing pool of the black blood he'd seen before. Clearly standing on two legs whatever was behind it as seen in shadows through the cloth. Two full arms reaching out and the cloth pushing forward as hands were touching it from the other end. And finally from the contortions of flesh as hunger and pained desires pulled at Cancer in great need. Needs and urges that were so painful resisting them would feel as if it would bring about his death. These feelings and desires were unable to be controlled and he needed to eat! The odd second set of limbs could be seen in shadows behind the cloth now. Raising high above his shoulders as the sound of squishy flesh taring and twisting was heard. Bone's cracking popping or rearranging as well. The warrior would not know if he was having some form of vision or even understanding what was happening.
The eyes glowing heavily behind the cloth before the sound would be heard. From outside the medical building a scream would echo outward that could curdle blood in ones veins. A sound that would draw people to see what aid the leader had needed of this village and scouts. Only hearing as they approached the door the sickly sounds. Not so much like what the warrior had heard though earlier. But this was more crunching and slashing flesh? A sickly slosh of fluid like something was... Eating. Gnawing at something meaty within. An lapping up the fluid of some kind within as well like a dog to its dish. Hungrily going for each morsel. The sounds echoing out from within shortly after that made them all freeze in momentary fear at the doorway.
"Whats going on! Is he still in there? Whats happening!" A tired friend returning shortly after. "Why are you all just standing there! Maybe he needs or help or the boy!" He'd say reaching out and about to go into the doorway just as the glowing eyes would meet him next and the small crowd before them. Feeling a power beginning to grow as what he saw was mostly hidden in shadows of the buildings insides. But it was enough to realize the horrors were only gonna get worse. An realize he was looking into the face of his death. As well as likely the death of his friend.
[Cancer and the inward instincts have taken over Isaac's mind for the time as he is now wreaking havoc and feasting in one of the villages after catching their more powerful leader off guard.]