His continued attempts at wrangling his body back under his control, even as he felt hands reaching down and gripping under his arms to lift him to his feet, were interrupted suddenly by the chaos of the roof of the building being blown away, all in an attempt to apprehend one single man. The sharp screams of fear quickly faded into stunned silence, and even Signey had ducked herself into a corner away from the pandemonium when he glanced back, though the look on her face threatened a surprising amount of barely-hidden anger and threat. At least she had enough sense to know when to stand down.
"It's alright, Signey, everything's gonna be fine." She looked over at him silently, a simmering glare flickering behind her eyes that made him grin sheepishly back at her through the fog in his head. "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry for the trouble!" She looked surprised enough to want to snap out a fierce reply, but he was already being shoved out the door, and he lost sight of her as he was shoved out into the smoking rubble outside.
Out in the streets, people were standing around, staring in various mixtures of shock and anger, and only a few yarz away, he could see his Brother being lifted bodily off the ground, dragged unconscious between a pair of soldiers towards a heavily armoured vehicle as it trundled to a stop not far away. He barely had time to register what was happening, his anxiety over reaching out giving way to his concern and trying to worriedly make a mental connection, before he found himself being shoved towards the imposing vehicle, too.
Hey, you alright? You still breathing?
It did little good, whether because the other was well and truly unconscious or because he was too dazed to connect properly. As it was, he was barely stable enough to keep his own feet properly underneath him as he watched the unresponsive Vash being tossed unceremoniously into the back of the truck, and he had just barely enough control over his own body to keep from landing on top of him when he was tossed in after.
The doors slammed shut behind them, drowning out the sounds of hushed, shocked voices as they began to murmur around the vehicle, and a moment later, the vehicle began rattling underneath them, carting the two of them to Who Knew Where. There were a few moments, where he tried his best to move closer in the darkness of the windowless chamber, to check the other for signs of life, but his own body had already begun to feel the crash of adrenaline in the absence of a struggle, and it wasn't long before the lingering fog and pain from the stungun's effects managed to drag him down into an uncomfortable unconsciousness of his own.
When he found himself waking up an untold amount of time later, it was to the sight of stark white walls and the thrum of a spaceship around him, instinctively familiar after so many years spent visiting Ship 3 and his childhood on Ship 5 before the crash before that, but still unfamiliar in its unique design compared to the SEEDS ships.
He groaned, rolling over on the small cot he'd been dropped onto and swinging his legs over the side as he looked around to try and get his bearings. It was a small enough cell, with a heavy, metal door at one end, and through the barred window set within that, he could hear the sound of voices chatting away on the other side.
Well. It wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with being in a cell before. Though he couldn't help but immediately wonder where his Brother had been taken, worried even through the fog of waking up and finding himself imprisoned on a ship. Worried even more than he was for himself, truth be told. He pushed himself to his feet with a groan, stretching the kinks out of his limbs and shaking the tingling sensation out of his feet, and made his way to the small window so that he could peer through, trying to catch sight of the other Vash, or barring that, anything he might be able to use to open the door. When that brought no results, he sighed, leaned his weight against the door, and resorted to a tried-and-true technique that had gotten him out of more than a few situations in the past; playing stupid.
"Hey, anyone out there? It's kinda lonely in here, all by myself. Sure would be nice to know why I'm stuck in here. Where'd everyone go?"
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"It's alright, Signey, everything's gonna be fine." She looked over at him silently, a simmering glare flickering behind her eyes that made him grin sheepishly back at her through the fog in his head. "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry for the trouble!" She looked surprised enough to want to snap out a fierce reply, but he was already being shoved out the door, and he lost sight of her as he was shoved out into the smoking rubble outside.
Out in the streets, people were standing around, staring in various mixtures of shock and anger, and only a few yarz away, he could see his Brother being lifted bodily off the ground, dragged unconscious between a pair of soldiers towards a heavily armoured vehicle as it trundled to a stop not far away. He barely had time to register what was happening, his anxiety over reaching out giving way to his concern and trying to worriedly make a mental connection, before he found himself being shoved towards the imposing vehicle, too.
Hey, you alright? You still breathing?
It did little good, whether because the other was well and truly unconscious or because he was too dazed to connect properly. As it was, he was barely stable enough to keep his own feet properly underneath him as he watched the unresponsive Vash being tossed unceremoniously into the back of the truck, and he had just barely enough control over his own body to keep from landing on top of him when he was tossed in after.
The doors slammed shut behind them, drowning out the sounds of hushed, shocked voices as they began to murmur around the vehicle, and a moment later, the vehicle began rattling underneath them, carting the two of them to Who Knew Where. There were a few moments, where he tried his best to move closer in the darkness of the windowless chamber, to check the other for signs of life, but his own body had already begun to feel the crash of adrenaline in the absence of a struggle, and it wasn't long before the lingering fog and pain from the stungun's effects managed to drag him down into an uncomfortable unconsciousness of his own.
When he found himself waking up an untold amount of time later, it was to the sight of stark white walls and the thrum of a spaceship around him, instinctively familiar after so many years spent visiting Ship 3 and his childhood on Ship 5 before the crash before that, but still unfamiliar in its unique design compared to the SEEDS ships.
He groaned, rolling over on the small cot he'd been dropped onto and swinging his legs over the side as he looked around to try and get his bearings. It was a small enough cell, with a heavy, metal door at one end, and through the barred window set within that, he could hear the sound of voices chatting away on the other side.
Well. It wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with being in a cell before. Though he couldn't help but immediately wonder where his Brother had been taken, worried even through the fog of waking up and finding himself imprisoned on a ship. Worried even more than he was for himself, truth be told. He pushed himself to his feet with a groan, stretching the kinks out of his limbs and shaking the tingling sensation out of his feet, and made his way to the small window so that he could peer through, trying to catch sight of the other Vash, or barring that, anything he might be able to use to open the door. When that brought no results, he sighed, leaned his weight against the door, and resorted to a tried-and-true technique that had gotten him out of more than a few situations in the past; playing stupid.
"Hey, anyone out there? It's kinda lonely in here, all by myself. Sure would be nice to know why I'm stuck in here. Where'd everyone go?"