[MISSION]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: Open to Mission Goers
Location: Norad, Colorado
Rating: R
Time: August 22
Description: It's time for the mission to rescue Marie.

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[aiursfavoredson]

Tassadar didn't notice the fact that Nataku was still trapped within the creature's mouth. All that mattered was satiating the thirst for blood he had within. It happened all too quickly, and the life of the vile creature beneath his hulking form was taken moments before it disappeared entirely. In that same moment all sense of reason returned as the blood-lust connection was severed.

His eyes immediately returned back to their calming blue as Tassadar collapsed down to one knee. There was no denying the odd exhaustion that ravaged his mind and body. What had happened needed further reflection and meditation without a doubt, but now was hardly the time for such things.

The templar's attention shifted over to Nataku as he felt his weapon drawing in closer. There was no mistaking the injuries or the fact that the weapon was still attempting to resonate with him despite them. His skin remained that dark brown colour, a backlash of the blood-lust he'd experience moments before, and as Nataku touched on his arm, Tassadar forced his body back up to stand.

"You are in need of medical assistance," Tassadar offered instead of speaking of what had just happened. Reaching out, the templar moved to pick up his injured weapon. There was no need to resonate to feel the worry his weapon had for him, but that was the least of their concerns at this point. "Hold on to me."

[soulparadox]

Tassadar remained the same coloring as before; the same when his voice ceased echoing in Nataku's head. It was what made him think that the Protoss was lost to him. Only a portion of his body was able to change before it reverted back to its human form. One merely needed more concentration, but it broke when the alien brought himself up to stand. Am I no longer recognized? The clone looked up in a manner that was neither hopeful nor glad that the alien could still move, but saddened at the thought that he might be killed at this moment after going so far to protect his meister.

It would upset Kamui. It would upset Altair. But he could not raise a hand against Tassadar any more than he could raise a hand against either of them. His head lowered slightly before he heard the Protoss's voice. Jerking his head back up, he stared at him in surprise. Despite his injuries, he smiled in the weak manner. Those minutes of silence where he could hear nothing and could only feel blood-lust from his meister were astoundingly lonely. Even more so when he thought that he would not be able to hear the other's voice at all ever again.

Reaching out to help himself to be picked up, he held onto him as he was instructed to do so. "En Taro Tassadar."

[aiursfavoredson]

His body relaxed momentarily when Nataku reached out in return to his offering. While he hadn't been the main cause of his weapon's injuries, what little memory he currently held of the previous moments informed him that not all had been done by the enemy.

Tassadar said nothing in return to the honorifics Nataku offered him. His deeds were hardly deserving of them, after all, but that wouldn't stop him from taking his injured weapon to see medical aid. With that in mind, Tassadar held onto Nataku as he retreated from their area.

[Running to the medical tent. ]