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The smaller worm had made for the courtyard. The tightest knot of the zombies called to it as well as the mass of voices crying out as they fought them. There was a trail of broken zombie parts left in its wake.

Sensing its brother, the worm reared up and roared its greeting. The mind of Leto cast about in its stunted form for its rider.

Where daughter? It meant Sheeana.

Sheeana fights elsewhere in this ship. I do not know where. She sliced out with the oct-o-pooze, hard and quick, severing as many heads as she could as she whipped around. Her own worm roared back. I hope she is doing well, but I cannot reach her. Arha scowled as a zombie managed to work its way up onto the worm and danced in, lightning quick, to separate its head from its body. The head went flying into the knot of zombies and she shoved the body away.

There was no time to think of it as anything other than dead, now.

The worm nodded its faceless front in a parody of human acknowledgement. Protect humans? It said as it raced to cut off a clump of zombies heading towards her.

Yes, protect them! she said, gritting her teeth as she sent another head flying. It was followed by another and another after that. Arha was bait, though she was deadly bait. Her crysknife flashed in tandem with the oct-o-pooze blade as she kept herself balance on the back of her Shai-Hulud as it rolled to smash incoming zombies.

Arha glanced around in dismay.

Most of the ones she was killing were slow and mindless, but there were so many of them.

The worm plowed through, thick with gore. Together they hacked and crunched their way to the courtyard, towering over the creatures, circling Arha to protect her so they spiralled in.

The segmented cavalry had arrived.

Arha moved, her form blurring as she cut down these creatures that were made of decay, death, and infection. This was better than being inside, where her skills were not exactly useful. It had been a long time since she had fought properly like this. She was no Fedaykin, but she was Bene Gesserit--even if she was unconventional. With the oct-o-pooze slicing and whipping and her crysknife flashing in what scattered light there was, she used every bit of training available--Jed-Eye and Bene Gesserit.

There were people inside the Basilica that would not die because of this. Arha slid from her worm's back to sever the head of a zombie attempting to sink its teeth into dense wormhide. Its teeth broke even as she sent the head flying into another zombie. She bent at an unnatural angle to avoid a bite to her face and brought the oct-o-pooze around to slay the zombie before moving again. Arha tried her best not to let them touch her and fast though she was, she nearly went down several times.

She would have to thank Roxie if she survived this madness; the oct-o-pooze had already saved her life countless times. A bite meant for her arm was deflected as the oct-o-pooze fanned out and a sharp motion cut down her attacker. Her worm roared and came down on a section of the horde, his anger and need to protect as ferocious as her own.

Arha focused on nothing but the undead who sought to kill those who had become her crew, her makeshift family. A hand dug into her arm, snagged her hair, and she twisted, snarling as she drove the oct-o-pooze blade straight through the attacking zombie's skull. Using her Bene Gesserit speed, she flipped away and back to her worm. A few precious moments of rest.

That was what she needed.

Just a few.

A space began to clear in the courtyard around Arha and the two worms. It was a disgusting space, filled with twitching bloated and stinking parts but it was a space. The worm hissed in pain as it contacted the coagulated blood...not as bad as water but still painful.

Where rider?

Coming, eventually, Arha said, her voice a blend of soothing and the fire of battle as she sliced down yet another zombie. This, she could not do like this. Keeping her balance, she cast out for Obi-Wan's presence with part of her mind while slicing down those undead who ventured within the reach of her oct-o-pooze.

Her mind arrowed out, hunting for the familiar calmness that was her Master's. He really wasn't that far away. Arha's worm bellowed and came down hard smashing several zombies.

Obi-Wan, she thought loudly. I could use some help over here if you--

Several arms tugged at her legs and she slipped, her concentration broken as she was pulled off her worm and into the undead fray.

Edited 2009-10-30 21:40 (UTC)

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