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*reads Ink's About Me*

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Just though you might want to know of this, if/when you get back. I don't know if you really check the RP anymore. Here is Lashwan's death scene, written by Zath. Credit where it's due, he did it really well, and pretty much held true to your original post.

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Beram had only wheeled the stretcher a short distance from the Viridis Vultur when Lashwan stirred and opened his eyes.  

"Hey, you're awake!" Beram said, surprised, still pushing the stretcher across the airfield towards the medical team.  "How you doing, Lashwan?"

Lashwan didn't respond.  He turned his head to the side and peered dazedly through half-lidded, unfocused eyes at their surroundings.  He probably had too much Goldburst in his system right now to be fully lucid.

"Well, don't worry, man," Beram continued. "You'll be getting some help soon, just hang in there."

Suddenly, Lashwan's eyes snapped wide-open, and his gaze focused on something in the distance, a little to the side of where the Atlas airfield personnel were waiting for them ahead.  His mouth moved, and Beram heard him whisper, "WHAT IS THAT THING?!"  If Lashwan had been capable of shouting the words, he probably would have.

Beram turned to see what Lashwan was looking at.  All he saw was the fence surrounding the perimeter of the airfield, and empty forest beyond.  "There's nothing there," Beram said, trying to calm him down.  "Everything's okay."

Lashwan didn't seem to hear him.  Staring intently at something only he could see, Lashwan fumbled with the strap around his chest and then sat up.  Beram brought the stretcher to a halt with a quiet curse and moved around to the stretcher's side, intending to gently push Lashwan back down again.

"I gotta save my friends," Lashwan muttered, and he raised his arm, palm forward.  

"You're hallucinating, man!"  Beram shouted, worried now.  "You don't have to save anybody, there's nothing there!"  

Lashwan's bandages began to melt, and his palm started to glow.  "Not enough power," Lashwan mumbled.  "Not enough... But... That could do... That's A LOT OF DAMAGE!"  With that last shout, the light in Lashwan's palm intensified.

Oh, Dust it, Dust it, Dust it!  Beram thought.  He threw himself to the side and bellowed a warning, "GET DOWN!"  

A massive blast of energy shot from Lashwan's palm and vaporized a wide swath of the airfield's perimeter fence, along with several trees that had been unfortunate enough to have grown near the edge of the airfield.  Lashwan collapsed limply back onto the stretcher.  Beram, trying to blink away the afterimage that the energy bolt had seared into his retinas, scrambled to his feet to check on Lashwan. 

There was smoke rising from the guy's nose and mouth, and his eyes were sunken, staring lifelessly up at the sky.  Beram felt for a pulse, but he already knew that Lashwan was dead.  Beram sighed heavily and looked over at where Lashwan had aimed his attack.  Hopefully no one had been caught in that energy blast...

Bye, Lash! We miss you.

And Sprene is gone. Fun while it lasted, as name changes usually are.