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[Jasnah Atreides]

Iridonia​

Jasnah was pissed, this was supposed to be just her and Altair, an opportunity for her to spend some time with him without a crazy sea of hoes fawning on him, or his entourage of bros trying to stab her. But, somehow fate had screwed her on both counts. She took a deep breath, and it seemed to calm her. Actually, it did more than that, with each breath she could feel herself forgetting why she was so pissed. Hell, every other tension that had threatened to ruin her day was slipping away. Even the alarm that blared before her, something unimportant obviously, didn't matter.

They had made an emergency landing, she still remembered that. But she had no idea why, or how that was important. What mattered was how weird the walls of the shuttle felt as she held onto them while trying to make her way towards the...where was she going? Oh right, food! She was so hungry, she wanted a sandwich, or maybe a taco. She fumbled her way to a console, ignoring the flashing message warning about the compromised life-support, and the leaking hyperdrive fluid, an unfortunate mix that explained her seemingly doped up state. She flicked the warning off the screen, and brought up what she thought was the room-service menu. Only, blazed as she was, she didn't realize that there was no such thing as room-service on a shuttle, and that she was actually fiddling with the console that controlled the shuttle entrance. So she was a little taken back when it whooshed open besides her.

Picking up the cap that was conveniently hanging on a console nearby to complete her ensemble, she stepped out of the shuttle, and found herself face to face with a tiny man, face painted red, and horns on his head. He mumbled something at her, and she only caught one word of it, doom. She chuckled, connecting all the dots almost at once.

"Wodan!" She shouted, poking her head back into the shuttle. "Your date is here!"

 

[Wodan]

Wodan woke, his head was pounding, lights were flashing behind his eyes and it felt like a hundred Ackay’s were chewing on his skull. Plus everything was upside down and moving. Why the hell was it moving? The Firrerrian closed his eyes again as he tried to not throw up, what in the seven rings of Probos IV had happened the night before. Where even was he? The Firrerrian remembered a party, there was something about bar hopping in the next system then, well this.

Opening his eyes again he tilted his head slightly to the side as he did the whole room began to sway. Damn how drunk was he, also what was that on his leg? Looking down, which was actually up he saw his leg was tangled up in the cords of a bunk. “Shit.” He exclaimed, realising that the world wasn’t upside down, he was and he was also hanging from a bunk near the ceiling. Looking around he spotted the out cold silhouette of his brother from another mother Altair on the floor near him.

“Oi, Altair wake up.” He called, but no answer. Swinging his hips the Firrerrian picked up some momentum swinging himself towards a nearby box of cigarettes. As Jasnah? Called out his name. Was she here too? Picking up the cardboard box he flung the makeshift alarm clock at his friend's head, once again shouting the Tiefling’s name. “A little help here you big lumox!”

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