A no longer used millitary installation installed during the cold war.

>>>>>>>>From The Crash Site>>>>>>>>

Starshard led the non-earthly denizens and Matt into the bunker.

"Make yourselves at home, and then...."

Her beautiful face looked puzzled. "You...you're speaking my language. Don't tell me you have some sort of Universal translator or something.."

  Archeirae said "Universal translator, no.  Telepath, yes.  I picked your language out of your heads so we could communicate effectively.  And shared it."

--> Crash Site

  Matt's face meanwhile could be the subject of one of those 'Same Facial expression listed for every emotion' posters.  "You can skip the Klingon, that's fictional nerd talk."  Or so he hopes, now that he's dealing with legit aliens.  He makes an effort not to be annoyed at the no effort language pick up compared to his half efforts.  These guys actually needed English compared to his picking up Spanish so he could watch Spanish soap operas do reasonable things.

  "I don't suppose there's a functioning surveillance system in here still?  Even if they want to avoid notice, they probably wouldn't mind knowing what's going on inside here."
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Halkor nodded. "Its a useful ability. Now I believe I owe you some answers." He looked around locating a seat and taking it closing his bright red eyes for a moment to compose himself. "My name is Halkor of house Maranth and I come from the planet of Arkalia. I led my house the best I could until, one day, the Emperors soldiers came to my house, accusing me of treason. I was tried and sent to the mines of Arcturos which is where I met these two also falsely accused of crimes we did not commit. We escaped stealing a ship and were attempting to clear our names while staying one step ahead of the bounty hunters that pursued us. They found us as we were heading through a wormhole tunnel we lost our nav and ended up here."

Starshard nodded as Halkor explained his situation. It was one thing to have a coup staged....but it was another for it to happen on a completely different world. And yet, here they were: living, breating, non-Earthen aliens, in her midst. And now...she also seemed to inherit abilities granted by the aliens' star-drive.

She concentrated for a moment, which then shimmered the uniform of Starshard off, once again resulting in the form of Regina Cordoff, still in her torn flightsuit.

"That....that's a fantastic story. And yet....you've gotta be on the level. Because somehow it seems that your power source flowed into me."

She ran her fingers through her hair, slightly nervous.

"Give me a moment..I need to come up with a cover for both of us. That was my plane that you met up there."

Bringing out a radio, she began to talk into it.

"Tango Alpha....this is Bandit 139....had encountered a flash of light...aircraft down, but I am unhurt. Will report in when possible. No rescue necessary."

She turned off the radio, then put it in her pocket.

"That will buy us some time."

  Archeirae nodded, even as she was neatening the hastily grabbed wrappings of her friend's body.

"Lets head outside with Barklee lets not put this off anymore than we need."

  "Well, 'That Sucks' probably is an understatement.  Too much to hope for your sake that if you had no idea where you would end up, the ones chasing you wouldn't have any better idea?"

  Finding more chairs meant going all the way over there, where chairs were.  Considering his present company Matt finally let his head tail free from it's concealment, spiraling once at waist height and again against the ground before taking a 'seat'.  "For what little it's worth, I'm glad most of you made it out of there alive."

  He turned towards Regina, "I hope whoever was on the other end was glad to hear you weren't hurt, instead of annoyed you crashed."

"A mixture of both, though it's hard to tell with my C.O., but I appreciate the concern" Regina replied. But she knew that they would have to debrief her, and she was going to have to leave some details out.

ESPECIALLY the aliens and cosmic powers part.

"Is it all right if we observe?" she asked Halkor.

Azrith stifled a low toned growl.

"Disrupt in any way, and I promise you great pain. That is all."

Halkor nodded and turned to leave. Outside the bunker he immediately began gathering timber until he had enough for a fire.

Regina followed with the rest of them. She had been to enough military funerals to know that this was a sacred time. One to honor their fallen.

  So on the one hand, he barely knew these people.  On the other, lonely funerals could suck.  "Last thing I want to do is disrupt this sort of thing.  I'll keep my distance, you'll have to look away from the proceedings to notice me."

  Well, unless they arrange themselves in a circle or something they yeah probably someone would look in his direction.  Matt hung somewhat further back than Regina.

  Archeirae carried the body outside, and laid it gently on the bier that Halkor built of timbers.  She backed up enough not to burn, and began to sing a low, eerie tune that followed alien laws of music.  It made chill feet creep up the spines of those listening.

Halkor drew his sword as he sat crosslegged in font of the pyre. He began chanting softly at first and then  louder. As the chanting increased in volume he held his sword out and touched it to the wood which ignited in flame.

Suddenly from the darkness stepped a red cloaked individual with glowing red eyes. "If it isn't the crew of the Brilliant Blade. Looks like you've already lost a crewmate. How wonderful. " He reached up throwing his cloak away as a large barbaric aryan wielding  glowing axe stepped beside him. As the cloak fell away it revealed a black cybernetic exoskeleton. With a shwing two wicked looking blades popped out of the cyborgs arms. "This has nothing to do with you natives we're only after these fugitives."

  "Couldn't you at least wait until the funeral is over?  Not to mention it's hardly the peak of professionalism if you can't find your targets without a large bonfire and religious ceremony."  Maybe if they were really lucky, this guy was insecure enough to be embarrassed into coming back later.

  Or maybe Flash Gordon would come and save them, that seemed just as likely.

"There's no reasoning with him. ANy of them really. Be on your guard this isn't their whole crew." Halkor stood holding his sword before him in both hands as he stepped around the funeral Pyre and squared off against Sorian.

"Oh Halkor, You know me so well. You won't be getting away this time. There's no where for you to run to now."

  Matt leaned against his pipe, considering the area all around them asking Archeirae and Azrith "So, one of you two not busy facing down Axe man.  What have we got to look forward to facing that follows this guy around?"  Sword, sword (well, at least one in Azrith's avatar), axe, Matt was expecting 'Ace Sniper' any second now just to try and catch any recent preconceptions off guard.

  If Halkor's associates in the mine escape game were not rushing at Sorian, Matt figured that so far it may be for the best not to do so himself just yet.
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  She answered silently, but he heard her just fine in his head.  {{There are four of them.  A sniper.  A strong axe-wielder.  Two others.  The sniper is amphibious.}}

Almost if on cue a bolt of energy went flying at Halkor. Standing in a nearby tree was a lizard looking woman wielding some kind of high tech rifle.

As the blast went flying at Halkor his sword moved faster than the human eye could keep up the bolt richocheting into the sky. "You'll have to do better than that." He said as He held his blade out in one hand beside him and began running at Sorian.

As Halkor  dashed toward Sorian, Nyklos stepped in front swinging downward iwith his energy axe.