The world beyond Rune's sanctuary had never been so large, so open. It seemed without Rune himself to guide them, the world grew bigger. Without the small Human to hold it in check, the universe would grow outward and expand beyond all boundries or control. It scared Dark Brother...Things were running with turmoil inside his head, the men who had attacked his Ta Bahata had treated him like a beast. He was not an animal! He was a Human! It made him want to fight and cry all at once...and cry? Now? It was suicide to show weakness in this world, that was what he was learning. Those creatures, those things that Rune himself had said were not Human...what they had tried to do to his Ta Bahata, and for what? Because she was blind...a weakness, and they pounced on it like common animals...

Dark Brother would have to be strong and resolved. He would show no weakness. Emerald eyes narrowed on his lean face as he padded silently through the streets at the side of his Ta Bahata...He would prove to them he was a Human, that shape did not matter. He would prove that they were the animals. Even if it meant the destruction of every other living thing to do so. The fact that now people shouted and pointed at him as he passed only strengthened his hatred and anger. Animals! Beasts! All of them! Following the lead of the black Myche, the one with the strange creations winding their ways in and out of his cranium, they were destined for something in this outside world. It had leapt to attack his Ta Bahata. Now he would slink through the shadows and knock it down with one shot...It could bite and claw, but he could reason it into death. Dark Brother would not be taken down by a world of Animals.

Aslilin had a far different preception of her situation. She could smell their semi-equine guide ahead, she could feel the eyes roaving over her thin muscled body as they strode past. A brush of fur at her leg...Ta Bahata...Rune had died and left them to go their own ways, ways she had already nosed down. Corriders of the world she had already run along the walls like a lizard, tasted the air and found it bitter. It seemed each time she set her feet beyond the barriers of a protected safehaven, some viper in the world beyond struck and coiled across her body, trying to drag her down into nothingness. It bothered her that each time others came to her rescue. She should grow claws so sharp and become so fast that no creature would dare jump at her. She should become the hunter, far from the helpless kit the other preyed upon. Raven haired, green eyed and blind, she would find a way to correct this in so that she would never be helpless.

The black cyborg whom they trailed after, cryptic in speech and unmatched in tactical sciences, knew a solution to both creature's desires. It wasn't far, Rune had spoken of it before. Ships, shipyards. They lived far north in a cold region, Siberia. It was best to shape ships in the cold weather, it helped determine what would hold up in the subzero cold of space. Their home was a haven for the scientists of those who had brought all three to the states they were in now..engineers and biochemists alike. Behind Aslilin and Dark Brother, far behind the black Myche, there fell a trail of Rune's abandoned children, those he had taken in. Like a dark caravan of the waste products of the technical age the Humans lived in...they trailed like a demented circus, parading their presence. People shrank back and windows closed, streets were vacant as the party moved onward, ever onwards. The cold seemed to pass over them and leave them be, to not touch these outcastes moving onward. An exedous, like rats leaving a ship about to sink. Better to drown in the open sea than with the fools aboard...

At Aslilin's back, a voice hastily explained things to unlistening ears. Two voices, so close they seemed part of the same person, split in half. Ejo and Sciep. They spoke, they spoke of what was to come and what was happening now. Explaining things simplexly to those who trailed after and did not understand. Voices of logic, reason, control. Such voices, Aslilin thought, should not have to come from beyond herself...She did not listen.

"Rune's left us with only a few options," Ejo's voice was course, slightly accented. "One of those is move out, get away from here. Some of us who came out of that place...some of us are sick from the outside world."

"It's your bodies, your bodies aren't used to the air here," Sciep's tounge was darker, bolder. More fixed. "You need sterile enviroments like the labs, or space."

"That's our option, you see. We have to go to space. If we stay together in one ship, we'll all be fine."

"Ejo," Aslilin's voice hissed like a strangled keyboard, trickling down the length of her hair like marching ants and leaping for Ejo, latching onto him and strangling him into silence. "Shut up."

Looming like the hump of a massive black whale, a creation of night lay sleeping in the shipyards, the very top visable over the high fence the marching creations were approuching at a steady pace.

Keep this man alive, Dark Brother's voice whispered in all of their heads. I want to prove that I am like they are...I need him...to help me.

The black cat creature moved his golden tipped paw carefully down the back of the man who had been guarding the entrance. The Myche had leapt and headbutted him in the ribs, knocking the man down. A rock to the head and now a thin river of blood moved under the body, the chest still rising and falling faintly. He would die soon, but Dark Brother did not know this. Dark Brother knew only his own grim determination.

Glimmering in the slowing light of day, the sun dipping itself behind the buildings of the city they dwelt in, the crome plates atop the black Myche's head reflected orange light into the air. His robotic eye dialated quietly as his body stood still and stiff, a parody of rigor mortis. The computer terminal in the guard house blinked as the Myche took it all into his cybernetic brain and processed each inch of the black ship finished, prepared, all save for her crew. "This will be your ark, then," his deadpan voice iterated.

"What is it?" Blind but graceful, Aslilin's bare feet moved softly against the cool tile floor, her fingertips gracing the edge of the desk as she wound her way around like a python. Pupilless green eyes blinked as she stared ahead, at nothing. She moved like a panthress stalking through the eves of night beneith the lightly ruffling leaves, she needed more senses than simply her sight to survive. Aslilin, her supreme power flowing behind her like cape and armor together, would be master of whatever ship they chose to sail to whatever destination.

It's a biodome, Ta Bahata...a flying biodome. Dark Brother's quick pawfall to the computer console was uninhibited by the others gathering around. Fingers of simian trapped inside feline paws, the dark sibling was forced to merely watch as the words scrolled past his gold tipped dark face. Our creators must have been planning to take the research on us and our Ta Bahati to space...It has the capability to hold so many more than us.

"How many to control it?"

"One little raven and a breathing machine are all it will take to leash the beasts," The mechanical Myche spoke pointedly, the humming of electricity within his skull auidable in the enclosed room. Crowded behind them like lost children, Rune's creatures knew not what was to come next. Aslilin, however, had a fairly good idea.

"Make it fly," Her voice was cool and even as she moved forward across the room, exiting the guard house. Creatures and Humans parted in her wake as she strode through, life pulling back before something so much more powerful. Through the shipyard on bare feet, Aslilin walked coolly towards the black behemoth she could not see, but could feel. A gloved hand moved smoothly across its surface, caressing the smoothness, the cold. Touching her cheek to the metal, Aslilin's blind eyes narrowed and a dark grin spread on her face. She could feel Them inside already...her brothers and sisters already within. They were speaking already, and she could feel outward across the ship with their lives. This peice here, take this to guard yourself...no creature can destroy it...that one, make that your claw and tooth... Stepping away, Aslilin waved her hand outward away from the ship, fingers spread. A green ring, rippling with sickness swept forward at snail speed, air behind it waivering like a slime trail. Peices of disgarded black metal lifted into the air and twisted themselves inward, outward, broke into bits and folded forward, converging around the raven haired Ta Bahata's body. The light dimmed slowly away...

Dark Brother moved carefully towards his Ta Bahata in silent awe. She stood cloaked in night, the very metal used to create their new home itself. Aslilin was within a shell of black armor so complete, none dared to call her anything but a Demon. Gripped in her hand, a sabre of darkness...a black sword forged from the same material. With unseeing pooled green eyes, Aslilin gazed up at the ship. Dark Brother padded forward, lifting himself up on his haunches and brushing his paws against the ship's surface. A cold determination filled his body. Do you remember what Rune said to us, Ta Bahata?

"I am body, you are mind," Aslilin said without feeling. The tendrils of her pitch hair brushed against the ship with a lover's caress, thanking this which was to be her mother, to which she was to dwell in its uteris as it carried her and her Siblings through the cold of space. Her Mother would protect her.

We must find the voice, Ta Bahata. We are missing a part of ourself, as we are one. I and you, Ta Bahata. We need our voice.

Lowering her head, the black hair moved in waves across Aslilin's pale face. A hiss behind her as their Mother opened herself up to reaccept those which she had spilt prematurely into this harsh world. "We will know when it is born, we are inside with it." Smooth steps on metal booted feet, Aslilin was silent as death and nightfall as she moved up the ramp to the dark secure sterile inards of her Mother. Beside her, seperated by an unseen bubble of untouchability, the other creatures filed inward. Last to enter was the black Myche, his cybernetic brain already connected unseverable with Mother's body.

Careful golden-dark steps brought Dark Brother to his sibling's side, his muzzle rubbing against her hand in a gesture so patheticly animal he was disgusted with himself. I will find our voice for us, Ta Bahata. I will either create it or locate it...we will have our voice.

The hissing of hydrualics brought the deck in around them, Mother shutting up her insides against foreign bacteria. Standing and looking outwards, Dark Brother and Aslilin Talsica Ralbasha, two siblings gazed for the last time upon a world which had dragged them out without safety. Dark Brother with eyes, Aslilin with all other senses. In time, her eyes would heal with Mother's help, she would see again. Mother, a mere shard of their kind in the universe. With a voice that for the first time showed a faint hint of emotion, Aslilin's gloved hand brushed back against Dark Brother's feline skull gently. "We do not create our voice, Ta Bahata. Our voice finds us."

A dark star shooting outwards to space carries her children with her, children never meant for this world. A dark star, a dark star with kittens well able to defend themselves. So began the fabled bounty huntress and bioscientist...so ended the lost siblings.