STS Intruder

[Altejago]

What little recollection he had about his self inflicted coma, Clyde felt dread in his heart. He knew about the uncertainties being at the mercy of medicinal technology. If he was in Zoner care he might have a chance. In the hands of the Outcasts, the chances were slim. As the news sunk deeper and deeper, his head slowly tilted. He felt drained and tired, down and dark like he did before his coma This pirate life can be really hard on a wretched soul he spoke softly to himself as Bonnie walked after Alex.

Clyde got up, gazed after Bonnie and Alex, and his gaze fell lifeless as his feeling of despair and misery turned into something else. An emotion so dark, so unrelenting, so unforgiving was brewing up. A sense of honor in himself to serve and protect what little crew The Society had.

Alex had disappeared from view now, and Bonnie was just in sight. Clyde got up from his seat and walked to the exit, looking for a way to ease his raging mind. He looked at Bonnie, standing there with a ship-card in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She looked good, despite her bandages and rugged clothing, the bloodstains and the bruises. "Before I kill someone" he muttered, "I am gunna ravage her". She had turned to the flight deck and started to head down, so Clyde picked up his pace, his gait a little unsteady to begin with, and quickly caught up to her.

He grabbed her shoulder, startling her. "I got a use for you, and it ain't in a ship..." He moved her with a bit of force towards their room, intent on letting his rage out in a far more productive manner.