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Pwenet
2008-02-17, 08:29 PM
Trapped! Defying Destiny

”It was a war we could not win. It was a war that had no victory for us. It was a war between a asteroid and a anthill, and we were the anthill. Thus we fled, we left behind all those that we loved, we left our mother planet.”

-Admiral Conway, Cmdr. Spirit of Flight - 1st Ark Class Vessel

”Will I dream master?”
Final words spoken by 001AI-X01 – The First Artificial Intelligence Unit before succumbing to terminal data fragmentation.

The Original Survivors

It has been barely an hour since the crash-landing of Hope Killer. An hour since the survivors of a three-thousand year journey through the depths of interstellar space have found themselves back on a planet, breathing in fresh non-recycled air and seeing creatures flying through the air.

Finding signs of human civilization was a surprise. Finding humans on this planet, so far out that the system was unnamed in the 22nd century with only a numerical designation to mark it on maps of places to send probes to in the distant future. Yet the fact that the system actually has planets, let alone planets that support human life defied the odds.

The plaque gave the name of the planet as 'Gaia', with a date of 4894. According to Wyndell Tendarri Personal Computer Terminal is it the year 5213, which means in a little over 300 years whatever colony had been established in this system has collapsed to a privative tribal culture who came upon you all as you recovered.

After their initial bowing to you, they escorted you to a series of canoes. Other than their leader, worn with age with a shiny metal disc on the side of his head, the rest do not respond to any questions that you may have, as if they do not understand what you are saying.

The canoe ride is swift and you come across what appears to be a much larger island, possibly even a continent. Along the shores are several dozen wooden structures, with humans moving in between them. They look upon you all with reverence, several of them bowing to you as you are escorted from the canoes, other looking between you and the sky, where a large smoke trail from the Hope Killer final landing still exists, slowly spreading out as the winds work on tearing it apart.

The smell of fresh food catches your attention, yet your escorts prod you further into the mainland, as if in a hurry. The leader keeps making gestures and speaking in a strange tongue, but the general impression is that he is in a rush.

The paths that you travel on go through jungles, with sounds of life echoing around you. The path you are on is well traveled and clear of debris, and is fairly short and ends at a cave. All but the leader stop at the entrance, looking at the entrance with a mixture of fear and reverence. The leader turns towards you and gestures towards the entrance.

Entering the cave, your eyes adapt and you see a figure sitting on the ground. Shiny metallic skin covers a humanoid figure sitting in cross-legged position, arms dangling on either side, eyes glowing slightly with hidden knowledge, half closed as if partially asleep. Plant vines cover it, as if they have grown around him over the course of many years. Around him are several strange objects, the functions of which escape most of your identification. Yet upon you all entering, as if hearing you all the figure raises its head and it's eyes brighten.

”Y-you c-c-come from a fa-r-awa-y t-ime. W-hi-le n-ot what we s-ea-che-d for, wa-ited for, y-ou will help. Y-ou mu-st help, for yo-u-r san-i-ty and l-ife and d-e-ath.”

With stuttering gestures, the figure raises a hand, and waves it over one of the items, and behind the figure lights activate, illuminating a long tunnel behind it. It speaks in the same tongue as your escorts before focusing on you all again.

”You bear our salvation folks not from this time. Be on your guard, help with the salvation, help with the reclamation, use what I have given you, all will be explained in time. Follow the sounds and lights, they will help you.”

As if that drained the last of it's strength, the figures head falls slightly, and in the barest of whispers it speaks its last.

”I do wonder, will I dream?”

The natives start screaming in what can only be described as sorrow as the leader steps forward, as if the figure was a human, closes its eyes. Standing up he faces you all and points down the freshly lit tunnel.

”You! Ancient One said you Save Us! Help Us Reclamation! Help Us Salvation! Follow the path of the ancients!”


Trapped OOC Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=50040)

Pwenet
2008-02-17, 08:31 PM
Dramatic Persona – Part 1
Banjo1985 - Saul Umati - Tribal Outcast

Age – 22
Height – 182cm
Weight – 146lb

Appearance
Saul is non-descript, fitting in as much as possible with the primitive tribesman of Gaia. A tall slim man with clear blue eyes and sharply defined features, he is notable only by his cropped black hair, which he keeps shorter than the straggly manes of the tribesmen. He is also clean shaven, he sharpens scavenged scraps of metal into primitive but serviceable razors; he hates the itchy sensation an unkempt beard provides. As a result Saul often has shallow cuts dotted around his cheeks and in the shadows underneath his chin from these primitive shaving tools.
A ragged purple scar runs from his left temple to within a few millimetres of his right eye, a memento from a narrow escape from a tribe baying for his blood when he was still but a child. Saul takes care to appear non-threatening when uncertain of his company, though he can’t hide the hunting bow and quarrel of hand-fletched arrows strapped across his back. He dresses in the animal skins and leathers common to Gaia’s tribes-people, making minor changes to fit in with the expectations of the most nearby tribe. Saul’s eyes show a spark of intelligence and knowledge, as well as a hunted harried look that ages him considerably beyond his 22 years. His demeanour suggests a certain anxiousness, that of a man always on his guard, always watching for the first signs of trouble.

History
For as long as he can remember, Saul has always been an outcast, an outsider since birth amongst the primitive tribes of Gaia. Immediately more inquisitive and imaginative than his peers, as a child Saul was headstrong and careless. He knew the religion, the beliefs of the tribes, were a lie, it didn’t make sense. Worse, it was blind faith, degenerating into madness. He looked around at the squalor his fellows lived in and knew it wasn’t right, that things could and should be better. Saul knew all this instinctively, he didn’t know why, and couldn’t understand the hard headed faith of the tribes, how they believed so blindly. His arguments and claims broke upon the tribes like a wave upon a cliff face, and worse, the tribespeople were intent on shutting him up for good. Somehow he escaped their sharp spear-points and even sharper eyesight, and was left alone in the wooded wilderness, a boy of only a dozen years.
Against the odds he survived, met up with a neighbouring tribe, made a home there. But again, this tribe was as blind with misplaced faith as his last, and again Saul could do little but stand out as the black sheep. Learning from his mistakes, he attempted to fit in as best he could, held his tongue, and even tried to forget the ideas and beliefs that set him apart from the rest. But a boy can only hold his tongue for so long…this time he barely escaped with his life, by luck more than judgement. He took a vicious blow across his left temple, knocking him unconscious, a wound that still scars him to this day. He was left for dead, lying bloody and battered upon the cold wet ground, and had a dream-epiphany that was to give him a reason for life, and a partial explanation of why he was so different.
When he awoke half blind and concussed, he remembered little of his dream, only that Mount Kraal was his destination. There he would find answers. Indeed he did, along with technology the likes of which his former fellows could never even have imagined, and it opened his eyes to the worlds outside of Gaia, the one’s he had always suspected existed. The data raised more questions than it answered, but it also proved to him what he had always suspected, things could indeed be better! There were other worlds and ways to get to them. Did the tribes know about this technology? Why was their fervour so complete? Saul was elated. These other worlds, they could mean escape from the squalor and hatred of the tribes, a place where he could develop himself, a place where he could reveal his knowledge and beliefs without weapons being drawn against him. But…how to get there? That was a question he couldn’t answer.

Since that fateful event Saul has survived on the edges of Gaia’s tribal society, scavenging what he could and moving on the moment he was put under suspicion. He has matured into a lithe and agile adult and increased his learning on the subject that provides the fire in his belly to get through the endless days on this forsaken rock. He has gathered a precious few like-minded individuals along the way, people that also instinctively know that things on Gaia are not as they should be, and that there may be a way of escape. They have found nothing to help their cause as yet, but it may only be a matter of time…

Skills
Living on the edge of society for so long, Saul has developed a broad range of practical skills to help him and his fellows survive. He is a good hunter and a great scavenger, able to find a use for almost anything. He can follow tracks and scents, hiding his own with equal acuity. He has very good hearing and a good sense of smell, making up for his below par-eyesight; he is still afflicted with a slight blurring of vision and episodes of dizziness from the blow that actually fractured his skull.
Saul is skilled at moving quietly and blending in with his surroundings, he can fletch his own arrows and craft his primitive but accurate bows. He can also prepare and cook food with few tools, distilling dangerous substances so that they are safely edible.
Saul has learnt a little of outlander speech and writing, and speaks the language of the Hope Killers crew haltingly. He is defensive if questioned too closely about himself, especially outside the small circle of people he trusts. His life on the edge of the tribes has left him rather better equipped to survive hardship than make friends.
Firespark - Wydell Tendarri
Name
Dr. Wyndell Tendarri

Age (physically)
43

Appearance
Male, 5’9”, 173 pounds, dark tan skin, angular facial structure, average body build. Has light brown hair (that reaches to the middle of his shoulder blades, usually kept in a ponytail), and dark green eyes. Has a pair of reading glasses that he needs to use when reading (duh…) and whenever he is using a computer with normal vision settings. These glasses tend to be either on his face, on his head, on stuck in his shirt collar.

History
Wyndell Tendarri was born into a moderately influential family of good standing. Based out of the Martian capital, his family was known for sound financial investments and for always being in the right place at the right time, economically speaking. As a youth, Wyndell (or Wyn as he was known to those he was familiar with) was found to have inherited a degenerative ocular condition that though not life threatening, would eventually lead to the loss of his vision in a matter of years. Naturally, his well off family immediately acquired the services of some of the best genetic physicians on Mars. Unfortunately young Wyndell’s genetics again proved complicating, as his immune system was such that typical gene therapies would not work. And since his parents wanted to save his vision, but didn’t want to risk the more experimental gene manipulation procedures, they instead opted for a physical surgery that instead greatly slowed the onset of the problem. As such, he now has to wear reading glasses whenever dealing with reading materials or other anything requiring close examination for extended period of time.
Even at a young age Wyndell displayed a keen aptitude with machines which eventually lead to his entry into the Helles School of Engineering, a prestigious engineering college, at the astoundingly young age of sixteen. After completing a five-year degree (majoring in Starship Design and Extra-terrestrial construction) Wyndell decided to branch out and applied, and was subsequently accepted, to Ma’adim University at the age of twenty-three. More specifically, he was interested in their Physical Sciences school. Applying himself much as he had with his engineering schooling, Wyndell completed his Applied Spatial Physics degree in a mere six years. Not content to rest on his laurels, Wyndell pressed on for his doctorate. It was during this time that Wyndell was approached by a representative of the UTC. Apparently he had caught the eyes of several members of a research team working on advanced jump engine designs. Impressed by his amazing accomplishments at such a young age and in such a sort amount of time, Wyndell was invited to join the research team. Wyndell jumped at the chance.
Completing his doctorate in Advanced Spatial Physics and Designs, now thirty-four-year old Doctor Wyndell Tendarri joined the research team on the Neptunian moon Triton. There he worked with hundreds of other scientists gathered from colonies all across the core in the study and advancement of technologies associated with space travel, in an underground research station code named “Arion”. His studies ranged anywhere from starship structural design, to jump drive sciences, to weapon advancements, to even life support systems. Wyndell spent the next eight years engrossed in his work. In that time he had the privilege of studying under some o f the most prominent scientific minds in the Core. Advanced starship designs, coupled with new theories and advancements in the area Jump engine technology, had Wyndell literally giddy with anticipation at what the next decade would bring. Bigger and faster ships, able to penetrate deeper into the unknown than ever before.
But it was at this time that the UTC announced to the directors of the research station that due to the sensitivity of the advancements being made at ‘Arion’ that the station and all the research being conducted there would from hence forth fall under the jurisdiction of UTC’s 5th Fleet. Many scientists voiced their opposition about the sudden militarization of ‘Arion’, but most were either let go, or convinced that the move was necessary and thus keep them on board. Wyndell was a different story. He vehemently opposed the take over, and refused to continue working under the military’s jurisdiction. Unfortunately, due to the knowledge that he possessed, the UTC wasn’t about to simply release Wyndell back into the general population. Though he wouldn’t assist in the project anymore, he was still confined to the ‘Arion’ base.
Knowing full well that once the military sunk its claws into something, the private sector would never see a glimpse of the advancements and discoveries that had been made, Wyndell decided to take things into his own hands. Over the course of six months, he acted as though he had finally acquiesced to the situation, and return to the research labs. Once he had his access back, he managed to upload almost all the research that he had assisted in developing onto a handful of high-density data cylinders. Using his formidable computer skills, Wyndell managed to successfully sneak off the ‘Arion’ station without setting off any alarms before it was too late to stop him. After successfully evading military scout ships, Wyndell slowly made his way towards Mars. He was hopeful that once he was home, he would be able to disseminate the information he had made off with, and prevent the UTC from deriving only military applications from his research. After a month in a small transport vessel, he came within communication range of Mars. His first call was to his parents, to arrange for a place to stay. After that he contacted several close friends, and made arrangements to distribute the information he had liberated. As he passed through the asteroid belts, he stashed the data cylinders somewhere he knew only he would be able find again.
In the middle of the Martian night, he landed on the grounds of his parents’ rural estate, deftly disabling the Martian detection grid with a temporary virus. He was relieved to finally be home, and felt safer than he had for the last year. However, while enjoying a ‘welcome home’ drink with his father, he was shocked when UTC Planetary Enforcers arrived. But he was even more shocked at the fact that his parents had been the ones to turn him in. Several hours later, as he stood before a military judge, and learned of the charges against him did it begin to make sense. He was to be tried as a traitor and spy. And sense the only evidence that contradicted the mostly false story of the 5th Fleet’s Admiral Duragin Yakota was considered classified, it couldn’t be brought as evidence in the court. And thus, Doctor Wyndell Tendarri was convicted, and sentenced to spend the rest of his life incarcerated. And sense he was considered a dangerous element even in custody, he was sentenced to be transported to one Outer Rim Prison worlds, under the jurisdiction of the Redemption Corporation. And so he found himself preparing for cryo-stasis, vowing with his last thoughts before unconsciousness took him to return to the Sol system one day, and see himself vindicated.

Crime(s) Accused Of
Treason against the lawful government of the United Terran Council
Consorting with rebellious and criminal organizations
4 counts espionage
Murder in the 2nd degree
2 counts aggravated assault
5 counts assault
Resisting arrest
34 counts Theft in the 1st degree
108 counts unlawful breaching of secured data networks
276 counts unlawful use of a data terminal

Sentence
Life in Prison, with no chance or option for parole, now or ever.
(Special Condition: Subject is to be allowed NO access to any computer or data terminal)

Skills and Abilities
Wyndell Tendarri is, by trade and education, a Mechanical Physicist. His specialty was of course in “Jump” physics, as well as some dabbling in theoretical hyperspatial physics. However, his first true love was always engineering. Wyndell is more than skilled enough to make physical repairs to just about any aspect of a vessel, as well as one of a scant few with a detailed working knowledge of the inside of a Jump drive. His skill with computers is just as comparable, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. Wyndell always found data coding too boring, even if it was extremely useful. All together, Wyndell is more than capable of operating just about any computer system he can get his hands on.


And since I actually find Ubersquid's method of recapping quite handy, I'll shall do that as well.....

...tomorrow, at some point. It's late, and I am very tired. I just wanted to get over here as I soon as I saw the message so I could say "Count me, and Wyndell, very much, IN."


Wakey Wakey!
Wyndell Tendarri regains conciousness violently, finding himself and numerous others lying on th efloor, most of them hacking them lungs out, and trying to figure out what the heck is going on. Wyndell immediately becomes the bearer of bad news. "The pod were in is almost out of life support power" and "The door to our pod may or may not be exposed to open space", and oh yes "By the way, I think we've been frozen for 3,000 years, but don't quote me on that". Wyndell also makes a new friend.

The beginning of a bad day.
Wyndell and the other survivors obviously have trouble wrapping their heads around the news of having been asleep for so long, so everyone naturally glazes over that point until more setails come to light. The immediate resources left on board seem negligable at best. Wyndell manages to find a portable computer terminal (or PCT) which he uses at every chance he can to increase the odds of survival.

RUN!
The first encounter with the alien bugs. We cooked off a couple, and then realized that some of them were animating the dead corpses of some of the prisoners that hadn't made it. We took them on, but ending up falling back.

It just won't end.
The idea was to head to the bridge, and see what we could do from there. However, at every turn, we were pursued by the dreaded bug-made space zombies. The ship didn't help, as it seemed ready to come apart at the seams. Our group got seperated, with half on another deck, and another in the med bay. (incidentally trapped with a zombie ina jar) Wyndell uncovers some of what happened to the crew, and then delivers more bad news, "It's going to get worse." Yes, we had bug-made evolving space zombies on our hands.

Get to the Bridge!
Time to haul ass again. Running out of space and time, we make for the bridge. We get there, but no celebration. Place was a disaster. Cobbling things together, we get poer enough to turn things on, and then listen to the late captain's log. Complete and total nutter. Wyndell gets sensors on line, more bad news, "We're floating into an asteroid field, yay."

Ambush!
Apparently, some luny convict had been lurking about and attacked us. Wyndell subsequently loses it, and turns the man into an unrecognizble lump. Something of a bad day, you know.

Reunions and Introductions, both cut short.
Our friends show up, with some survivors from the rear of the ship. We manage to communicate with them. Turs out they're trying to bring the engies online. Great! Sensors go nuts, "Hey guys, there's another ship out there, and uh, they're trying to NUKE us!"

Shut up, Sit down, Hang On, and hope for the best.
The two guys from the rear get to the bridge, and we seal the door. Wyndell inputs the final activation code, and the engies begin charging. At this point, we're ready for oblivion. Imagine our surprise when it works.

Oh, S**t!
We make plantfall, the hard way. We are the utterly most lucky people in the galaxy right then as we pull ourselves ashore.

And it ain't over yet.
Gig Complex - Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Name: Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Age: 23
Appearance: 6'2", 165 lbs. Since leaving the academy Oscar has kept to the physical fitness regimen and this has given him an athletic build. However since he no longer has to follow academy or UTC regulations on personal appearance Oscar has become known for rather outlandish dress and hairstyle, currently his black hair has been put into liberty spikes with a random green one thrown into the equation. Prefering to keep his face clean shaving the scar from one of his 'Rougher Landings' cuts cross his chin.
History: Born to some of the original members of the Explorers Guild Oscar has spent much of his life aboard various space ships, exploring at an early age the boundaries of known space with his parents and their crew members. However as all adolescences are prone to do, he rebelled against his parents by going the more conventional route, which meant joining up with the UTC Naval Academy which thoroughly pissed of his liberal parents.

While as a child he had grown used to the freedom that being an explorer of space had naturally and the orderly life of being a cadet had its fair share of chaffing but he got to do something that he loved and was going to be paid rather well for it too. However things weren't always sunshine and roses, he got the nickname 'Lucky' not for the fact that he had the unreasonably good luck to survive practically everything fate threw at him, but because he had the uncanny ability to be the pilot at the time the ship would undergo some catastrophically horrible malfunction or some random space debris would send the ship on its final plummet.

This 'luck' eventually got him kicked out of the navy when they had grown too tired of this random occurances always happening to Oscar and he found himself quickly unemployed whenever he tried to find a job with a shipping company or some such, usually after the first incident. Somehow after several years trying to outrun the lifestyle of his parents, Oscar had found himself drawn to it as the only way to survive. He soon found himself employed as pilot and navigator for the Chasing the Second Star which while having its fair share of problems with him behind the wheel never had the catastrophic ones that marked his career.
Purpose on Chasing the Second Star: Pilot and Navigator.
Skills and Talents: Outstanding Pilot - Before he was discharged from the Navy, Oscar was one of its greatest pilots always managing to pull the ships out of extremely bad odds situations.
Unbelievable Luck - For better or for worse Oscar has some amazing luck, however this luck doesn't always run in his favor and seems to be the reason he gets put into situations where his skill and good luck can come into play.
Athletic - Having kept to the same physical fitness regiment for several years has given Oscar an athletic build able to stand up to pretty much anything the army or navy could throw at him.
Inspectre – Matthias Conway

Name: Matthias Conway – “The Frozen Man”
Biological Age: 48 (Chronological Age: 119)
Appearance: A tall, wiry middle-aged man standing at 6’1” and weighing just over 190 lbs. His skin is unnaturally pale, a result of spending decades aboard a starship in Cyro-Sleep. However, the pale skin compliments his piercing ice-blue eyes, and the graying of his hair at the temples. He generally wears his shoulder-length mane of black hair back into a ponytail, and meticulously maintains a goatee in a style that has long since gone out of fashion.
History: Almost since the dawn of humanity’s expansion into the cosmos, there have been legends of a ship captain known only as “The Frozen Man”. Long considered a myth, one of the few remaining in this age of progress and enlightenment, the Frozen Man is essentially the most modern form of the Boogeyman. Told to frighten children and chill spines of space merchants everywhere, the feats of the Frozen Man are various and well-known. Depending on the teller of the legend, the details vary but the core is the same.

Long ago, before the invention of the Jump Drive but after the development of Cryo-Statis, there was a ship captain who wished to explore beyond the boundary of the solar system, to venture into the great blackness between stars and look upon it with his own eyes. He was obsessed with the idea, and so outfitted his ship, the Anastasia with Cryo-Statis tubes to allow him and his crew to make the journey.

When preparations were complete, the Anastasia left port, and was never heard from again. At least, not until many years later, when a small survey ship exploring the outskirts of the Sol System picked up a faint distress beacon. Moving to answer it, they discovered the Anastasia, drifting through the void without power. Boarding the ship, they discovered that only one Cyro-Statis tube was in working order. It was the captain’s tube, and inside was a body, frozen solid. Thinking to extract the body for examination and identification, the surveyors opened the tube and inadvertently awoke the Frozen Man.

What exactly had happened beyond the edge of the solar system – whether the Anastasia had discovered an alien relic, run afoul of a strange astronomical phenomena, or some other fantastical event – depended largely on who was telling the story. Regardless, the end result was that only the ship captain had survived, and the experience had twisted him into a monster both physically and mentally. His body had literally become a living ice sculpture, and his eyes windows into the endless void he had wished to see. Yet he still craved heat, the old familiar sensation of warmth from when he was made of flesh instead of cold and fury. And so he thanked the surveyors for awakening him by sucking the warmth from their very bones, and used them as macabre furniture to decorate his ship.

With the spare parts and jump drive from the small survey ship, the Frozen Man was able to repair and upgrade the Anastasia, turning it from a wreck into a ghost ship. Since then he has waged a campaign of terror against mankind, ambushing merchant ships for spare parts and the warm bodies they sheltered against the void. He dares not confront his former people openly, but rather lurks in the endless void between stars, waiting for lone ships to drop out of warped space so that he might add them to his collection. For nearly a century he has tormented humanity, and has long since risen from a fireside story to a pervasive urban legend. And yet, like many legends, there is an element of truth to the story.

The man who would become the Frozen Man was born in a small hospital on Earth, in the year 2068. Named Matthias Conway, the boy grew up quickly in the turbulent times of the United Earth Council’s formation. Like his father before him, Matthias came to work as an aerospace engineer, helping devise the technologies necessary to propel mankind to the stars. His particular specialty was the field of FTL (Faster Than Light) propulsion, and he served as part of the Jump Drive Project.

Although the hours were long and the work seemingly endless, Matthias was happy. The project gave his life meaning, and it was only through the project that he met his fellow Project member and future wife, Anastasia Van Ness. Although their work was originally the only thing that united them, they quickly found that they both had a lot in common during their short chats while waiting for an experiment to finish running. Finally, one day when they went aboard an orbiting space station to conduct a zero-gravity experiment, Matthias proposed, the brilliantly shining Earth visible behind him. Anastasia accepted, and they were married in the spring of the following year. The Jump Drive was invented two years later, while Anastasia was preparing to give birth to their son.

Several years passed, and ships equipped with jump drives became commonplace. A colony was established in the Alpha Centuri system, several years ahead of schedule. As thanks for their invention, the colonists invited all members of the Jump Drive Project on an all-expense paid vacation to the colony so that they might see the fruits of their work firsthand. Arrangements were made so that all members of the Project would arrive in-system at roughly the same time: the five-year anniversary of the announcement that the Jump Drive had been perfected.

As a rare opportunity to see some of their colleagues who had dropped off the map since the project, Matthias was quite interested in going. Anastasia’s enthusiasm was notably cooler, as she was worried about leaving their son alone. At the time, Cyro-stasis had not been fully perfected, and not enough studies had been done on its effects on small children. So, Matthias and Anastasia would need to leave their son behind during the month required for the round-trip and vacation. Matthias ultimately won the argument, having made arrangements with his brother for his son to stay with him and his family.

In those days it was common for ships to be small and compact, every square inch of space used for some purpose. As such, even though the trip to Alpha Centuri would take just under a week with jump drives, all passengers would be in cyro-stasis the entire time. Just before they went into cyro-stasis, Anastasia gave Matthais a small silver locket with a family portrait inside. That way, she said, when he woke up he could immediately look to the locket and know he was not alone. He thanked her, and then went to be prepped for cyro-stasis. The rest of the trip was spent in the murky black slumber of cyro-stasis.

When he awoke, Matthais opened his eyes to a nightmare. Shortly after dropping out of warped space, the passenger ship was struck by another ship also coming out of warped space. Wanting to get a little closer to the system before dropping out of warp space, the captain of the other vessel had waited before giving the order. This resulted in the other ship actually coming back into real space directly behind Matthias’s ship. There was no time to react: a collision was inevitable. The impact tore Matthias’s ship in half, ripping a hole in the bulkhead of the cyro-stasis chamber and exposing it to vacuum.

As part of emergency procedures in the event of a collision, the cyro-tubes opened, exposing everyone inside to vacuum. By freak circumstance, debris from the torn bulkhead hit Matthias’s cyro-tube, jamming the lock. This prevented the airtight seal from being broken, saving his life. However, because cyro-tubes of that time relied on the door opening to vent the remaining gas, enough of it remained inside Matthias’s tube to pacify him. He experienced a sort of sleep paralysis: awake enough to see and be aware of what was going on around him, but still paralyzed and unable to affect his environment.

This in a way was also fortunate for if Matthias had been able to move, he might have been able to kick open the tube door, dooming himself as surely as the other poor souls writhing about outside his tube, silently gasping for air. Anastasia was one of them, and Matthias watched her die, unable to even scream.

It took rescue crews two days to clear through enough of the wreckage to find him, still paralyzed and staring at the body of his wife. By this time he was suffering from dehydration, as well as fatally high doses of Concelear radiation emanating from both destroyed ships. Ultimately, the only thing the rescue crews could do was return him to cyro-stasis, in the hope that an appropriate treatment could be developed.

Later, it was determined by United Earth Council officials that as one of the inventors of the Jump Drive, Matthias Conway was too valuable to lose. Until an appropriate treatment for his Concelear radiation poisoning could be developed, he would remain in cyro-stasis indefinitely. It would not be until twenty years later that such a “cure” would be developed.

Genetech, a genetic engineering firm rapidly gaining influence due to the increased prominence of genetic engineering in the scientific community, acquired permission from the United Earth Council to experiment on Matthias Conway. They claimed that they had developed a treatment that would slightly alter his DNA, enabling his cells to process the Concelear radiation and render it inert. Out of fear that his body would not be strong enough to endure the rigors of his radiation poisoning and the very large amount of chemicals that would have to be administered to alter the DNA of every cell in his body, the Genetech scientists determined to perform the operation while he was still in cyro-stasis. The treatment was administered, and Matthias was brought out of cyro-stasis to determine if the operation was a success.

Amazingly, the operation appeared to be successful at first, as the radiation levels in Matthias’s body dropped off and the damage already done to his body was slowly repaired. But some readings were off, and the doctors determined that further tests would need to be done to ensure that the treatment was a total success. However, with nothing obviously wrong, the doctors released Matthias back out into a world that had left him behind twenty years ago. Alone and feeling out-of-place, Matthias wandered the streets of Earth, already in the process of emptying its population as humanity dispersed to the stars. He met up with his son at one point, but the five-year old he knew was gone, having grown up as a twenty-five year old man without him. They parted on bad terms, his son denying Matthias as his father.

Angry at being frozen without his consent, Matthias confronted the United Earth Council officials who had been responsible for that decision. However, even after he had managed to cut through the red tape surrounding the issue, he found that many of the officials who had been a part of that decision had retired or moved on to other things. The few elder councilors who remained coolly advised Matthias to be grateful for his second chance at life, as they could have avoided wasting the taxpayers’ money in maintaining his cyro-stasis and allowed him to die. Matthias retorted that it would have been better, as at least then he would have been able to spend his last few days with his son, instead of the rest of his life with a stranger. The councilors suggested in reply that at least now he would have no distractions from his research, which would be necessary to cover the costs of placing him in cyro-stasis for twenty years. They then had Matthias removed from the council chamber, after one last suggestion that he should work quickly lest the public’s patience wane and force them to come collect on Matthias’ debts early.

More bad news awaited Matthias, as he slowly fell increasingly ill over the next few weeks. Returning to Genetech to see if they, at least, could help him, Matthias soon learned the reason for his illness and the strange results their initial battery of tests had produced. The genetic alteration had not cured his radiation sickness afterall, but had merely suppressed the effects. Instead of altering his cells so that they were highly resistant to Concelear radiation, the treatment had instead altered his cells in a way that allowed them to suppress the radiation’s effects for a time using the trace amounts of cyro-stasis drugs present in his bloodstream. As the drugs were used up or passed through his system, the radiation poisoning’s effects returned.

It was eventually determined that replacing the trace amounts of cyro-stasis drugs would return his body to a normal state, at least until the trace amounts were once again used up. Given the mysterious nature of his condition and the delicate balance of chemicals involved, it was determined that simply injecting the drugs into his bloodstream directly was a dangerous proposition. A return to cyro-stasis would enable the drugs to build back up into his system “naturally”, and seemed likely to be the only safe way to return his body to equilibrium for certain. Matthias refused Genetech’s offers of experimenting to find a cure, knowing that once he was back in cyro-stasis they would do as they liked, with or without his consent.

Taking his considerable bank account, having grown fat off of twenty years of compound interest and wise investments by his investment firm, Matthias bought himself a small ship, equipped with jump drive and cyro-stasis name, christened it Anastasia, and disappeared into the void. Once again, Matthias placed himself into cyro-stasis, programming the computer to awaken him in ten years.

Matthias awoke to find himself once again free of the effects of the radiation poisoning, but for how long was anyone’s guess. Angry at his treatment at the hands of both Genetech and the United Earth Council, Matthias swore they would all pay. And so began his life as a pirate.

His knowledge of jump drives enabled him to plot the most likely places that ships would come out of warped space to begin venting their radiation on approach to their destination, and what areas would be best to lie in wait for singular or small merchant vessels. At first he was rather clumsy in his piracy, having no real skill as a soldier or thief. But personal experience is an effective teacher, and eventually he learned the most efficient ways to convince a merchant ship to release its cargo into space so that he could retrieve it, and where exactly in the outer rim to go to sell it. With his acquired wealth he purchased supplies, weapons, and whatever technological advances were possible to find in the outer systems.

Decades passed in much the same manner, Matthias going into cyro-sleep for a number of years, and then emerging to raid the space lanes for several weeks or months until he began to once more feel the effects of radiation poisoning. As time went on, he found that his legend as “The Frozen Man”, a horror beyond human comprehension, grew and grew. This benefited him immensely, both in merchant vessels’ willingness to part with their cargo, and the lack of willingness of the part of the authorities to believe that the merchant captain had been accosted by “The Frozen Man” himself.

Nothing lasts forever, however, and eventually even Matthias’s luck ran out. As it turned out, there was one man who believed that the legends surrounding The Frozen Man were true, with a real man standing inside of them. That one man was Captain Thomas Conway, commander of a patrol cruiser in the United Earth Council fleet, and the grandson of Matthias Conway. It took him many years of studying the legends and wild-eyed reports of merchant captains, but eventually he was able to determine the pattern to Matthias’s raiding, and began a search for his ship.

The next time Matthias awoke from his cyro-stasis slumber, it was several years early and with a visitor outside of his cyro-stasis tube. The visitor introduced himself as Thomas Conway, his grandson, and informed him that he was under arrest. However, against the expectations of Captain Thomas Conway, his grandfather would not be publicly tried. The mere idea of a public trial for a mythical figure such as the Frozen Man, and the absolute media circus that would accompany it, gave many United Earth Council officials ulcers. So, to save themselves the embarrassment, it was determined that they would simply declare him guilty in secret and handed over to the Redemption Corporation for punishment. Given his unusual medical condition, it was likely that Matthias Conway would have the decency to die after several months after his incarceration on Hades, if not sooner, and then the problem would be resolved forever.

Crimes Accused Of (None Substantiated in a Court of Law): One count of unpaid debts to the United Earth Council (only crime that could be truly proven in a court of law); Numerous accounts of piracy, destruction of United Earth Council property, murder, terrorism, and resisting arrest (due to the many legends surrounding the Frozen Man, proving which accounts are real and which are mere fantasy is difficult to impossible in a court of law).
Sentence: Life (likely no more than a few months on Hades without cyro-stasis treatments)
Skills and Abilities: Basic understanding of physics, Advanced understanding of jump drive theory, Moderate understanding of starship engineering, Moderate piloting skill – particularly with smaller spacecraft, Increased resistance to Concelear radiation

Events following awaking on the Hope Killer

Matthias awoke to find himself with a group of prisoners from one of the cryo-pods, alone save for the handful of other criminals. Following that was a seemingly endless series of crises involving running from zombies and struggling to repair the ship’s engines so that they could make a jump. As such, he has not developed any particularly close attachments to the other convicts, and has told no one of his status as “The Frozen Man”. There simply wasn’t time for the explanations required, even if anyone believed his claim anyway.

The knowledge that he is now living 3,000 years in the future is not particularly troubling to him, as he was used to a cycle of waking and sleeping in cryo-stasis for years. In fact, sitting in cryo-stasis for 3,000 years likely means that he could live out the rest of his natural life now without fear of suffering from his Concealer radiation poisoning.

However, the loss of his silver locket containing pictures of his wife and son, along with the probable death of anyone remotely part of his family line, has left him feeling adrift. Additionally, it is impossible to determine if the United Earth Council or Genetech still exist for the purposes of continuing his mission of vengeance against them. As such, Matthias now feels completely cut off from his past and uncertain of his future. Even significant previous experience with cryo-stasis is not enough to help him determine his path in this suddenly much different universe.

mf11 - Giovani Fiori
Age:37

Appearance:5'7, tan skin, dark brown hair and eyes. strong, but small.

History:Born on Alpha 2, he grew up as most lower middle class kids did, going to school hanging w/ neighborhood friends, etc. Unlike other kids however, he had a huge facination with explosives, and sought to learn all there was about them. when he was 21, his parents were killed by the police. the police had opened fire on a gang war, and his parents, stepping out of a neerby store, were killed. Since then, he has been filled with hate for the government. he joined the Revolutionists, and was one of their main demolitions experts. He successfully demolished several government buildings, and helped build the bombs for countless others. He was never cought during the war, although his name was well known. After the Revolutionists lost, he went into hiding. He was recently apprehended for shoplifting, where they then found out who he was. He was brought in front of the largest criminal court on the planet, where he was convicted of more things than he can remember, and sentenced to life on Hades.

On the way to Hades though, things went wrong. Giovanni woke up on the ship, and could see most of the other prisoners dead, long since turned into dust by time. However, not all were. He and a few others were still alive, though trapped in the room. They eventually made it out and onto the ship, where they found strange wasp-like creatures that seemed to live INSIDE a human. They dealt with several groups of those, before they managed to both realize what had happened, and how to fix it. The ship was in uncharted space, 3000 years past when they left. What was worse, they were headed to an asteroid belt. Giovanni and his new comrades began making they're way to the bridge of the ship. along the way, they heard from another group on the ship who were working on getting the ships jump drives usable. They decided that the best course of action, though risky, would be to jump out of the way of the asteroids, and hope the 3000 year old engines don't screw up. Plotting the course takes time however, and while the course was being plotted, the zombies attacked the bridge. Though they won, Giovanni took a vibroknife to the stomach. He nearly died, only the quick actions of Wyndall and Charles saving him. Now, instead of being on that ship dead, he alive, on something close to earth, with several new scars and a slightly different outlook on life from the near-death experience. He's going to make certain that the next time he sees that light is when he's old and grey, not when he has a knife coming out of him.

Crime Accused Of: Arson, Manslaughter, Murder, Shoplifting, Treason.

Sentence: Life

Skills and Abilities:Explosives/Demolitions expert
Mordokai - Misty Reviere
Name-Misty Reviere
Age-22
Appearance-Misty is a tall and handsome girl, with green eyes and long black hair that usually falls down her back. She likes to be dressed casualy. She has nice looking body that helped her in achieving her goals. On a right scapula she has a tatooed buterfly.
History-Misty was born on Earth, in year 2165. She was born to parent who already had intentions of leaving their home planet, but her birth postponed that plans. They decidec to stay on earth, so that their child could at least see some of formerly blue planet. So they startedtp travel around the world when Misty was five years old. Unfortunately, Earth wasn't a beautiful place anymore, and with new taxes the family monetary status dwindled quickly. Even thou the Reviere family was well standing before the starting of traveling, they were now nearly bankrupt.
Misty felt partialy responsible for what happened. So she started thinking of the way she could help her parents. Since nature was good towards her and gave her beautiful body at very young age and the brains to go with it she started studying various poisons at the age of 15. She had a plan to find a rich old guy, seduce him, make him to left most of his money to her in his will after her death and then poison him. It took her two years to learn all she needed. Then she found her first victim. Zeke Zaragostra was 89 years old man, he had cancer, and he was pateticaly thenakful when a woman like Misty gave him as much attention as she did. Few months later, they got married. Few weeks later they find Zeke dead. It was strange, to say at least. It was even stranger when his will turned on. He left half of his money to Misty. His descedants were full of suspicion, but the autopsy turned out ok, and having half of money was better than nothing. Misty came out of it clear.
Over the next few years she repeated her tactic six more times, and every time she came out clear. She was smart girl, never leting greed take her over. She always left some money for the relatives, and once she even married, killed her husband and make him left all of his money to the charity organisation. This way she successfuly avoided capturing for four full years.
And she would probably continue that, wouldn't her conscience made her stop. She was tired of running, tired of lies, tired of life like this. She turned herself in. Most of people demanded her execution, but the Council thought that she needed hard lesson. So they sended her toward Hades. They told her that if she returns every penny she might get an easier sentence. She refused that because she already transfered all the money to her parents accounts. So teven if she wanted to return the money, she couldn't.
Misty isn't looking forward her future. She isn't sure she will survive more than a month on Hades. But she is decided that she takes the punishment for what she did.
Crime Accused Of-seven premeditated first degree murders, multiple attempts to benefit from misfortune of others.
Sentence-seven life sentences.
Skills and Abilities -Misty can mix all kind of poisons. She studied them for two whole years and she can whip something that will kill a man from anything found in normal kitchen. She is also very good in seducing men. During her studying period she also took time to learn the basics of firefigthing. You never can be too careful in word like the Earth in this days. She can use guns with skill and she knows how to defend herself. Her dad, a martial art teacher, also learned her karate so she is adept at unarmed fighting. And unlike anybody woud think, she is a skilled chef. It is easier to put poison in somebody food if you make that food yourself.

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2008-02-17, 08:33 PM
Dramatic Persona – Part 2
Mornir – Ezekiel Jordan - Terminated
Name: Ezekiel Jordan
Age: Physically 19
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 189 lbs
Appearance: Ezekiel is a short and stout young man. He has the physical appearance of most people in the Gliese 581d homeworld, a short stature with a heavy set body. Wide shoulders and long drooping noses as well as unmistakable jowls. However, the features are less pronounced on his face (perhaps because of his off-world explorer father). His height seems to be taller and more gaunt then the average denizens of Gleise 581d, and has a short close-cropped haircut with bangs flipped out of his face with hair products. He wears an uncomfortably tight and too long uniform of the Explorer's Guild. He has hazel eyes that contain flecks of gold, and a skin tone akin to that of the Natives of twentieth century North America. He is usually sombre looking but has a smile that belies his youth.

History: Ezekial's relative normalcy in comparison due to his father's non-native genes led him to be teased. Not about the facial features mind you, his face looked more like the non-bioengineering Terran faces of most things that passed for "culture" on this planet. No, the fact his father is an off-world explorer leads the close-knit community to isolate and alienate the bastard son of his highly successful mother.
Ezekiel grew up in a very hostile environment. His mother was a highly successful leader in robot manufacturing and innovation, but little was known about his father. What young Zeke knew was that his father was a descendant of Shamus Jordan, one of the most notable space pioneers for his "new age" philosophy. His father is in some accounts a pirate and in others a young man seeking to experience and explore places never found before. As a boy Zeke would fantasize that either one of these were true: he dreamt that his childhood persecutors would be punished by the unforgiving pirate that was his father; in other dreams his father would eventually send for him to join him on his exploration of the galaxy -the hum of the Jump Drive behind them bonding in the rites of father and son. Their has always been something about Zeke's fantasies.. whenever he really longed for something it eventually came true. A young Gerald Wynard, a bully of notoriety in the community suddenly grew very ill and died after Zeke had said "I hope you drop dead!" after a particularly awful beating.
This guardian angel also seemed to be working when suddenly at seventeen years old he received an invitation from his dad to come to the Sol system where he would receive training to join him on his ship Chasing the Second Star. After some preliminary testing in weightless, and cyrogenetic resistances (which he barely passed due to his dense muscle/bone structure, and bioengineering to withstand variable temperatures) young Zeke moved on to advanced robotic, and some physics training. He excelled in the former, taking the latter as a "dying, dead-ended study with no hope of a future". He created a few robotic helpers whom he uses to perform rudimentary tasks and has been tinkering with some form of artificial intelligence. Also, Zeke took a profound interest in cyrogenetic freezing techniques, and decided to make himself useful by knowing everything he could about the subject. However, he couldn't quite understand it and so in conjunction with his experimental A.I. project he used it as a learning enhancement (teaching it to remember basic information and trying to reinforce upon it an understanding of social interaction.) Finally cleared for leave as an assistant cyrogenics engineer he is inseperable from his small robot friend (BUZI).

Purpose on Chasing the Second Star: Zeke Jordan is a junior assistant cyrogenics expert who is there to ensure successful cyrogenic freezing as well as to assist and/or command the secondary cyrogenic freeze for the trip home.

Skills and Abilities: Ezekiel is a intelligent young man, and in conjunction with his self-made memory aide robot, BUZI, he can accomplish any intellectual task reasonably well. His poor reflexes and conditioning to a different gravity make him seem clumsy and almost inept in almost every test of physical prowess -but not handicappingly so. He has an inborne resistance to extreme temperatures and suffers a unlikely chance of hypothermia etc. He also has a strange ability to "wish" things to happen, whether by some external force or not this "guardian angel"-esque ability has a strange ability to match his will with the will of everything else.

BUZI: Binary User-friendly Zen Interface, or BUZI for short is a small robot. It has four appendages that it uses for propulsion and/or skilled manipulation. The "fingers" are finely splayed metal alloy prongs that may be attached or separated as per a necessary basis -most times Zeke must tell BUZI which "setting" of detachment is best suited to any situation. It has a CCel memory core (Patented by Ms. Ruth Jordan) that has been tampered to accept most incoming data. It speaks in an ancient robotic "tongue" of binary which allows it to have the smallest memory size per saved data and a base language for most programming of today. It is equipped with a voice box speaking the dialect of Gleise 581d, and speaks often to Zeke in attempt to "converse". It has begun to demonstrate some social interaction ability.

Gleise 581d: His planet mind you, as I've not mentioned before is used to mass-manufacture items. The planet was originally a "supercold" inhospitable planet that could not even sustain water, however under theories described by Terran scientists a influx of greenhouse gases would cause water to condensate and form across the berth of the planet. The inability to manufacture products with high greenhouse gas emissions, relocated their factories to this rock and begun churning out things ever since. Of course with any major expedition to a dangerous and soon-to-be industrialized area it called upon many thrill-seekers and those who wanted to be on the cutting edge of manufacturing and some autonomous robot operations. After a few years the thrill-seekers left for another unsettled frontier and the rest of the scientists were left to live.
The planet itself has since stopped using greenhouse gas emitting factories (due to their extinction as well as the rising climate of Gliese) and began using other alternative methods of generation. The planet however wasn't as quick to forget the ecological crisis that ensued on its surface and became a superheated followed by supercold mixing pot. To cope with the drastically changing climates owners of the factories had mandatory bioengineering done to all of the populace, which led to a resistance to both cold and heat -as well as a side effect of increased lifespans.
Shades of Gray - Shad - Terminated
Name: Shad
Age: 24 (Or is it something like 3024:smalltongue: )
Appearance: Fairly short black hair. He is of fairly average height. He is slightly slim. He wears a long brown coat, and keeps a pistol (Trapped equivalent I guess) on his belt. He also carries a knife on his belt just in
case.

History: Shad has always been down on his luck. As a kid he was always getting in trouble, even if it wasn't his fault. He is fairly uncharismatic and unconvincing, so everyone always blames him because he can't convoy his innocence properly. He recently found a living as a mercenary, however he lost his credibility, no one would hire him, after his colleague framed him. He wandered around, looking for jobs, then found the ship...

Purpose on the ship: He worked odd jobs on the ship.

Talents and Skills: He's been everywhere and worked every job, he's basically a jack of all trades.

He is pretty agile and dexterous, making getaways often.

He is fairly weak physically, as well as uncharismatic.
The_Snark - Caroline Walker
Caroline Walker

Age: 25

Appearance: Caroline's physical appearance has been subtly altered by the surgery, but at first glance she appears relatively normal. Her hair, a whitish-blonde, is cropped short but is still long enough to conceal the metal plates and devices in her skull. She has clear blue eyes. Caroline is fairly fit, in a carefully calculated tradeoff of physical fitness for time invested. Her voice is rather cool and emotionless, as is her expression.

On her underarms, just below the wrist, are small metal plates, from which various wires and links can extend, to allow direct links with electronics.

History: Caroline was born on Earth, but spent only her early childhood there; she attended college off-planet, and moved to Sicilia upon graduation, where she took a job with Antares Research & Technology.

A talented computer programmer, Caroline was among the many put to the ongoing task of devising close surrogates to artificial intelligence and trying to discover a way to produce a true artificial intelligence. The general conclusion in the field was that while a program could be made to produce optimal results in a controlled situation, it could not be made to deal with events outside specific programming.

Caroline's team produced another imposition. The purpose of computers is to calculate faster than human beings can manage, without error. To do that, designers (who make errors) must spend time developing the program. Therefore, a program will still make the same errors its designers did. The only solution was imperfect; to have other designers and experts meticulously check over it, in the hopes that one of them would catch an error, and this added to the second half of the problem—that of time.

It was not feasible to expect the programs to be able to do anything the designers had already done, rendering the whole thing rather inefficient. Caroline and her colleagues, however, came up with a possible solution to the paradox.

A human could think creatively, but not fast enough; a computer could process rapidly and without error, but was incapable of original thought or improvisation. Since they were unable to produce artificial original thought, perhaps it was possible to combine the two, hopefully producing an intelligence with the best qualities of both.

After bringing in medical experts to see if it was medically possible, they were given funding for a single test subject. Caroline, who possessed enough expertise with computers to know what she was doing, volunteered. It occurred to her that with the capacity for original thought and a computer's rapidity of thought, she might be able to accomplish enough to produce a true artificial intelligence.

The operation was long and complex. Memory chips and processors were implanted in her brain, wires and cables in her arms to allow direct links to computers and electronics. A small generator, which fed off her body heat, was included, to provide the electronic parts of the system with power.

By the end it was a success—or at least, not a failure; scientists are too cautious to assume success so early. Caroline was given a series of simulations to manage, and produced the optimum result in almost every one; but these were all controlled situations. All it proved was that she could evaluate a given number of factors and objectives and come up with the best way to manage that.

As a practical test (with the secondary function of persuading the corporation of the experiment's worth for more funding), she was put in charge of a minor part of the corporation's finances. She managed it efficiently, foiling one attempted fraud and finding a long-present embezzler.

The studies and tasks took up little of her time, and Caroline was given plenty of time to think. Company management was not what she'd idealistically had in mind when she had envisioned artificial intelligence, and she turned her mind to those matters: humanity's numerous problems, war and crime and poverty, millenia-old difficulties.

Emotion seemed to get in the way of her thoughts and the most efficient course, and she repressed it. As she did, it seemed clear to her that those same problems could all be attributed to human emotion at the root. War was caused by greed or anger. Crime was caused by anger or was a secondary product of poverty, which was a product of the human inability to work together efficiently on a large scale. She developed, over time, an extreme disdain for emotion and its influence on the human thought process; nearly as important as the improved logical ability, to her, was the ability to repress and ignore emotion. (This is, in fact, a psychological disorder only reinforced by her logical ability, rather than an actual result of the operation.)

Naturally, it had to be kept secret; humans, she knew, would be emotionally biased against her conclusions. Experimentally, she began infiltrating other parts of the company. Already an expert programmer, with her enhanced logical ability and direct computer links, she was able to easily tap into any section of the company records and computers, and began altering them almost experimentally, to see what changes led to what results.

She was caught, eventually, by the second of her kind: with the success she'd had at managing finances, the company had provided funding for more operations. Assigned to another section of the company, he quickly detected Caroline's tampering. When he contacted her as to why, she explained her conclusions at length to him, believing that he would agree with her logic.

He did not. He had not banished all emotion, and was in fact rather horrified at her conclusions. He determined to tell the project's instigators of its first possible unexpected consequence, as it had to be investigated whether this was an actual result of the process or a mere anomaly.

They never did get the chance. Knowing that whatever was concluded, she would never be given a position of authority again, she de-pressurized the space station he was on at the time by remote, resulting in his death. She could not allow her realizations to go to waste, with no chance of ever fixing the problems. Given the possibility that he had already contacted some of their creators and former colleagues (and indeed, he had), Caroline arranged for them, too, to die; one in a landing traffic control error, several in a power failure aboard ship, two of a power accident, several more of another depressurization aboard another portion of the spacedock...

After that, she went into hiding, removing the existence of her chambers aboard the Antares spacedock from all maps and records and producing false evidence of her death aboard that first space station. She also removed most of the information on the process that had created her; if any others were to be made, it would have to be under her careful surveillance. Retreating behind the scenes, she continued to monitor events, eventually beginning to tamper with government documents, records, and policies so as to remove emotion-induced inefficiences and errors in the system.

She was discovered only a year after; her tracks had been well covered, but when her body was never found near that space station, suspicion was aroused. While she argued her case well in court, the fact that she was, indeed, guilty of the crimes put to her combined with her unnerving unrepentance meant that she was sent to Hades, without a chance at parole.

Crime Accused Of:
Multiple premeditated murders
Mass murder
Multiple counts of tampering with government and private files (not all discovered or verified)

Sentence: Life sentence.

Skills and Abilities:

Computer expertise- Caroline is unmatched in the field of computer programming, due to her own rapid computing rate, expertise, and direct link. She is capable of subverting any unmonitored computer system in a relatively short period of time, and is excellent at disguising her entry and covering her tracks. She is capable write programs she wants onto the computer in a fairly short amount of time, meaning she can put a computer to nearly any use its capacity will allow.

Logical ability- Caroline possesses the calculating ability a computer would. Capable of writing programs for her internal processors as necessary, she thinks extremely rapidly, analyzing factors and their possible repercussions and benefits to herself with great speed. She possesses a literally perfect, photographic memory, as her memories are actually committed to computer chips.

Physical fitness- Caroline has good vision and excellent reflexes, another result of the operation. She keeps herself in fairly good physical condition, as well.
TheOutlander - Dane "Thoft" Thoftsten

Name: Dane "Thoft" Thoftsten
Age: 28(physically)
Appearance: 6'3, 175 pounds, Pale, feral dirty blond hair, semi muscular, puma-shaped build.
History:
Dane was born... well, he can't remember where.
The Pod he was in has suffered severe damage, caused by age mostly, which has leaked stasis coolant, having Daan suffer severe amnesia as his higher brain functions ceased working for mere instances. these instances however, have created a void in his mind. however, his still has a strong survival instinct. When he wakes, he has no idea who he is, or what he is doing, but a deep urge to explore. He has no idea what his name was, only looking at teh readable text on the plaque "Thoft." Given his deduction, he's taken it as his name. He rarely talks at length, and is shy, for a survivor. But he has taken to heart the "Noble Savage" mentality.

Skills:
As the amnesia has taken hold of most of his skills, he bases most of his skills on muscle memory, including martial arts, first aid, and simple mechanical engineering. He catches onto things quickly, which notes his higher than average intellect.
tvga8889 - Lydia Morrison

Lydia Morrison

Age: Technically 3026 as of this month, but due to cryosleep, only about 26.

Appearance: Blonde hair color with a bit of brown highlights, Blue eyes, somewhat dull lips, a more natural skin color, not too dark, but not too light. Her skin is a bit more red than normal, though just slightly. She typically wears her hair down. If anyone looks closely at her hands, they will notice that they are scarred and hardened. Her eyes constantly seem off-focus: in fact, her retinas are slightly damaged. She carries prescription goggles and glasses, though she barely wears them. She tends to sweat a lot. She is small for a normal human, shorter and thinner than average.

History:
A girl and her mother at a department store. its' her.
Lydia. her name was Lydia, with a soul so pure and so full of loss,
A girl picked on by others, for her...weaknesses.
She's faced a lot.
A girl working on some sort of.... implants.
Lydia's a brilliant child.
A girl taking pills, repeatedly.. she's addicted
She's had her share of pain
A girl, about to end her life, before a friend came in to stop her
She's felt unconditional love
A girl lying on the witness stand
She's loyal to those she's near
A girl in a cryo chamber
She's suffered the same fate as he.
A girl, finally unlocking her heart.
She's found another and reached out to him
A girl, shattered to learn that her lover's dead
She's closed it again, for the pain is too hard to bear.
A girl, in a young man's arms.
She's in his arms. She's in his arms.
Lydia was born a weak child. At an early age, she suffered from Devil’s Plague, a disease which, had it not been found early, would have caused her internal organs to die inside her body. Luckily, her parents, who happened to be able to procure the proper sum of money from their own sources, were able to get her some medical attention. Unfortunately, the only cure was to genetically alter her cells to be immune to the disease. Lydia was lucky to have lived.

After Lydia was cured of her disease, her parents fell from grace. Her parents were both young and unemployed, having barely finished college. They were force to move out deeper into space, to one of the most outlying colonies, the recently terraformed planet Argo, where housing costs were much lower due to horrid conditions. Being their first child, they hoped to make as good a life for Lydia as they possibly could.

Lydia hated her life.

At school, she was made fun of because of her weakness. Because of her life-saving operation, she was rather weak and sickly, as well as shorter than usual for her age. Thus, she was easy pickings for all the bullies of the school. She was intelligent, but because it was her only exceptional quality, she would flaunt it to the other kids. This lead to an increase in her bullying. Her parents, basically powerless to help, tried to comfort her as best they could. Unfortunately, Lydia distanced herself from them when she realized she was losing her eyesight and her parents were unable to afford the medical treatment to cure it. They could only afford to buy her some glasses, an older technology.

She was turned into one of the geeks. Fortunately for her, intelligence was a power when it came to her high-school career. Her interests began to expand, until she learned about mechanical implants. She began to spend all her free time developing some special mechanical implants, still managing to pass school while doing it. When she was finished, she took to implanting them illegally herself. Somehow, she was able to operate these strange implants, though she had no idea how: she had found the blueprints on the ‘net. With them, she found she could generate small electrical pulses. She was not disappointed with her new ability, though she knew they were supposed to allow her to blast lightning from her fingertips.

The process was extremely painful, and Lydia soon became addicted to Mersical, a non-prescription pain-killer which her parents were able to get her on the cheap. She passed school, but refused to go to college, instead reading books in the library to attain the level of intelligence she desired and mostly drifting around Argo.

Her addition to Mersical caused her to begin both producing and trafficking the drug. She found she was able to produce it herself, with the proper ingredients and electrical charge. Though Mersical had few side effects, one of them was a decrease in endorphins in the blood, which caused Lydia to become clinically depressed. Though she was dangerously addicted to the drug, Lydia knew her limits and never overdosed.

Out of hatred for her family, whom she blamed for her depression, she threatened to end both their lives, figuratively, by making them lose their jobs for the illegal drug they had fed to her throughout her teenage life. However, they were able to barter with her. They gave her money to keep her silent, money which she used to produce more and more Mersical. She lied to officials of both the UTC and the RC about her activities, which she knew were criminal.

Due to her depression, however, Lydia attempted to end her own life twice. The first attempt failed when one of her lifetime friends stopped her. Her second attempt, which involved driving a hovercraft into a building, also failed when RC officials found her driving while under the influence of Mersical and subsequently arrested her for FWI and Drug Possession. Her parents revealed her other crimes, though she committed perjury on the stand in defense of her many clients. She was convicted April 24, 2182, for all the crimes listed below:
* Drug Possession
* Drug Trafficking
* Drug Manufacturing
* FWI (Flying While Intoxicated)
* 2 Counts of Extortion
* 100 Counts of Lying to an official of the United Terran Council
* 5 of Lying to an official of the Redemption Corporation
* Perjury

While imprisoned, Lydia has learned to deal with both her depression and her addiction, though if she ever does have Mersical again, she will most likely become very addicted again. She has no desire to return to her old life, though she does wish to escape Hades.

She was sentenced for 5 years of imprisonment before she boarded the transport vessel and was subjected to cryosleep. When she awoke, it was 3000 years later, everyone she had ever known was dead, and Lydia knew exactly what she wanted to do at the moment: survive. Fortunately, her talents proved useful enough to allow for her survival. Traveling with a group of other prisoners, she learned of the events that had occurred on the vessel, explaining why the prisoners had awoken almost 2980 years behind schedule, and what the hell was happening.

Lydia did something else important, though. Another one of the prisoners, Malaki, sparked something for Lydia. Having never succeeded in ever achieving any sort of caring emotion for anyone, even herself, Lydia somehow found that she loved Malaki. It was a very new emotion for her. Currently, she and Malaki have had a few moments with each other but besides that, they have not done anything very special. She is devoted to the relationship. However, Malaki's strange behavior on the ship may not have represented him, and, if that were the case, may cause Lydia to change her opinion of him in the future.
Skills and Abilities:

Minor Tech Skill: Lydia has a small bit of skill with technology: specifically, her implants. She is skilled enough in technology that she can fix her implants.

Persuasive: Lydia is extremely persuasive. If she told you she was on her way to work when someone ran past her, shot someone nearby, and handed her the smoking gun in her hand, it would seem completely believable. This also makes her quite a good liar. She did lie to both UTC officials and RC officials without getting caught for a long time.

Hidden in the Shadows: Due to her smaller size, Lydia can hide much more easily than other people. She also knows how to hide and where to hide.

Good Ear: Lydia has good hearing to offset the eye damage.

Weakling: Lydia is rather weak of constitution, due to her early experience with drugs and disease.

Good Aim: Despite having some minor optical damage, Lydia is a pretty good shot with low-power projectile weapons, such as a plasma pistol. More primitive pistols are harder for her to use, as well as any sort of rifle weapon.

Shock Implants: Lydia's minor paranormal powers allow her to operate the special mechanical implants in her hands. These allow her to generate small electric shocks, as well as a constant charge. These electric charges are not nearly strong enough to inflict major damage on a human being, but they do allow Lydia to move small metal objects, either closer or farther, as well as power small electronics, such as a hand held flashlight.

Underworld Knowledge: Having been a drug trafficker for years, Lydia knows quite a bit about the underworld of the universe. She has communicated with many of the existing gangs, and has a number of contacts in criminal syndicates due to her work.
ubersquid - Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Age 29
Appearance Huge, bulky, sweaty, unshaven, dark skin, dark brown eyes, greasy curly hair - almost shoulder long - hispanic feats;

History
Grown up on a colony on an outlying planet without much perspective. The UTC deemed his homeworld suitable for a series of heavy machinery factories just in time for him to find a job in construction. Everything went quite well, working with metal was somehow in his nature and Janks was quite content.
Some time after the initial upswing and a stagnation of market demands though, the UTC closed down a lot of the factories again. Raul lost his job and had to start to move around and take anything offered to come by.
Eventually this lead him to a more shady side of work and he was recently employed by a an infamous smuggler who usually ran weapon shipments out of the central worlds. He was of course not there to conduct actual business but merely to protect the goods and mainly load them on and off the ship.

Crime Accused Of
smuggling of illegal goods (armaments), not following UTC-customs officers orders, use of inappropriate language towards UTC-customs officer, assaulting a UTC-customs officer, attempted theft of UTC-customs planetary vehicle, attempted vehicular manslaughter;

Sentence
Whatever you get for that... a couple of years grinding rocks on Hades i guess

Skills and Abilities
any low-tech construction (welding, bending, casting, forging,...)
unarmed combat (brawling basically)
strong and tough, can take quite a beating
minor skill with basic firearms - anything that doesn't require too much aim like shotguns

Flaws and Traits
superstitious
short tempered
usually prefers the direct, brute force approach
bad hygiene
bad language

History (cont.)
"Aboard the Hope Killer"

"Are we there yet?"
Janks awakes under a pile of corpses, on a small skimmer craft besides the transport ship, sick and hungry at the same time. With him are two other prisoners, Sage and Beta. Running out of oxygen, they attempt to dock with the main craft.

"Close call, huh?"
Docking at the back of the Hope Killer, Beta forgets to put on his emergency suit and is sucked through a hole that is ripped in the hull during the process. The remaining two prisoners make their way onto the transport vessel.

"What? There's someone else?"
They arrive inside the cargohold, get attacked by a mysterious red glowing space bug and find out there are other people still alive via the comms in their emergency suits. Janks' initial fears that the new voice on the radio would be "the crazy captain" are quickly resolved. Picking up some strange crystals they make their way towards Matthias Conway, who is apparently trying to fix the jumpdrive.

"Bit young for a brawl, aren'tcha?"
Killing a few zombies in the process, they find their way towards Conway, only to find him wrestling with a mysterious little girl. Trying to protect the innocent looking brat at first, another girl soon joins the fray and attacks them. Sage gets stabbed and the reactor coolant (Conway flooded the engine room with it before) enters the hole in the suit and turns him into jello. Conway and Janks manage to kill one of the girls and drive the other one off.

"So if any of you activates the FTL-drive before we are safe I swear to god i'm gonna ******' kill you!"
The two discover that the radiation shielding on the reactor core is broken and they have to get into the front of the ship or be burned during the jump. Sadly the fastest way there includes a short walk on the outside hull of the ship and Janks discovers that this is not a place he wants to be.

"Hey man look,... I might know squat about flying a spaceship, but it sure as hell involves a lot less talking than you do. So hit the damn button already and let's get the **** out of here!"
Finally, they arive at the cockpit and Janks meets the other survivors. Sadly there is not enough time for introductions, just so much to strap himself into a chair for the big finale: Jump - Roar - Splash
Warshrike - Malaki Sharas
Age- 24
Appearance- 6ft 2. Malaki has grey eyes and short cropped brown hair. His right arm is Cybernetic, with a nodule where a now removed weapon sat.
History- Malaki grew up on a planet which was just beggining to undergo terraformation. As a boy, he ran errands between installations and the likes. During one of these trips, an Airlock malfunctioned and snapped shut, crushing his arm. Most people discredited him from that day as a cripple, as it was a full 9 years before he had his arm Cybernetically replaced. During those 9 years, he extensively studied electronics and mechanics, and even designed his new arm himself. Whilst he studied, he began noticing he could see what was wrong with Machines almost as soon as he saw them, like a sixth sense. So much so that he began altering the way the banks worked, so that everybody who came to his planet gave a small 'donation'. However, someone finally cracked on after he began buying a few to many cybernetic items. Shortly after, this person was murdered along with six others in a seedy bar. It is rumored they attempted to blackmail Malaki. He never admitted to this, or the murders. Malaki was sentenced for their deaths, as well as the extortion.
Aboard the Hope Killer
When Malaki awoke from cryo-stasis, it became apparent that he was no longer in hades anymore, and that someone was trying to kill him, and his little arm, too. Aboard the vessel, several things happened which are noteworthy.
First, he began having Flashbacks to his sister, whom died when they were very young, on the very day his arm was lost. This led him to begin feeling for fellow trapped-mate Lydia, whose nature seemed to suggest she also had some feelings for him,and their relationship seemed rather strong...
That is until Malaki was found to have been infected by the Hive Mind of the insects. On board the bridge, Malaki attacked his fellow trapped-mates, trying to force them to stop the Hyperjump, to protect the Hive Mind. Although his attack failed, and the death of the hive mind released him from it, things have been going a little fast, so he hasn't had time to talk things over with Lydia, or the other prisoners. Could it be that his feelings, and even the flashbacks, were a direct result of the hiveminds influence??
He also has a respect for Wyndell "Don't call me Doc" Tendari, who was, scientifically, the reason they got off the ship, though he still believes that his Mechanical skills will prove more useful than the Docs electronic.
He also carried Caroline Walker up several flights of stairs when she passed out. The reason for this is linked to his Flashback. Who knows what this means?? Not me, I just thought it would look cool at the time!!
But hey, he's just happy he got to melt the face of a zombie off with a Plasma torch.
Crime Accused Of- Extortion to the sum of 240,769,042.79 credits, 7 counts of Murder.
Sentence- 20 years imprisonment, followed by Execution... "The worst part about dying... Is knowing it's coming, but not when."
Skills and Abilities- Malaki, unknown to everyone including himself, has some psionic attunement to Machines, giving him an almost unmatchable knowledge of how they work. He's spent his entire life studying them, so he also usually knows how to fix them. He can't affect machines using only his mind, apart from his arm, though. Now is vaguely aware of this, after contact with Hive Mind.
Malaki's Right Arm is Cybernetic, and thus stronger than it would otherwise be.

Hopefully this is all good ^.^

Edit: Oh, and though he was born on the outer rims, he made sure to keep up to date with all the tech in the inner systems. If it's been invented, he should know about it.

Pwenet
2008-02-17, 08:34 PM
Narration #1 – Brand New Day

The Original Crew
Firespark – Wydell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing it's functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationTaking a look around you find that you are the sole person who managed to save a single item from the ship, your Personal Computer Terminal that you had found. Despite the crash and everything that had happened, it still works amazingly.

Looking down at the remains of the android, it appears that the items around it are various controls, possibly miniature computers. They look like small spheres that you can hold in your hand that glow when they are used. However you do not see anything that looks like an input device, nor a display, making you wonder if there is another part to the devices. Focusing more attention on them might give you a better clue as to how to interface with the units, but your attention is also drawn towards the tunnel, for what is down it?

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationWatching the events like a distant observer, your mind races with possibilities as you watch what appears to be an actual AI passes away in front of you. In your time AI was a distant dream, computers could be programed to simulate a AI, but they were still a far cry from what lays in front of you.

Looking at it you can easily guess that it was set up to be similar to a human, and that quite possibly given the right coating it could even pass as human. Looking around you notice several small spheres around the ground, almost like controls. It was one of those spheres that activated the lights, who knows what else they could do.

Yet to your eye there are no controls on them, making you wonder how one would operate them. Your eye catches the metal disc on the side of the head of the native that seems to be in charge. The placement of it, and the fact that the controls you have seen thus far makes you wonder if there is some kind if cybernetic requirement to use the controls, or if something else is required.

Yet at this time you also wonder what else is happening down the freshly lit tunnel.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


Warshrike – Malaki Sharas
Vital Statistics
Location: Cave of 'Brother Human'
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter witnessing the events, and your talents not being in cybernetics, your best course of action would be to go down the tunnel, or maybe go out of the cave.


The Next Generation
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Location: Cyro-Stasis Chamber on board Chasing the Second Star
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationIt seems that your luck is still with you in some sense, for you are still alive.

While you are alive, you find yourself in the process of recovering from the joys of cryo-stasis. Coughing and trying to focus you see yourself stuck within a cyro-stasis tube at a 45 degree angle. Your ears nearly explode with the sounds of the lid opening up and after a few seconds you are able to sit up. Feeling chilled to the bone, you look around and find that many of the people you expected to be waking up as alongside are, for lack of a better term, missing their skin.

In fact in the tubes around you are skeleton remains, clad in the same Standard Ship Uniform that you yourself are wearing. Blinking as more details in the room become clear, you see other figures starting to move around, three of them in total.

Thinking back, you try to recall why you were in cyro-stasis, what had happened, but the last thing that you can recall is jumping away from something, running away quickly, rapidly, faster than you thought you could move. Yet other than the sensation of fleeing, your memory is failing you.

Just your luck.

Morir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Location: Cyro-Stasis Chamber on board Chasing the Second Star
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationOne of the worst parts about being in cyro-stasis is coming out of it.

That though flows through your mind as you blink your eyes open. You start coughing violently and attempt to gasp for air at the same time. Awareness fills you as you find yourself resting at a slant within a cyro-stasis chamber. Focusing you find that the lid to the chamber is still close, though that is a moot issue when the lid hisses and lifts up. As the sound echoes through your ears, you are dimly aware of hearing echo's of the same sound, which strikes you as odd, for being in your position you should have been the first to be released, not at the same time with the rest of the crew.

In any case you still have a slight advantage thanks to your metabolism you find yourself starting to recover quickly enough that you are able to sit up, stiffly and sore. Taking a look around you pause, and do a double take.

Being the area you are responsible for, you know what goes where and what should be in this chamber. However it seems that someone has done some redecorating. Normally the chamber itself should have twenty four cyro-stasis tubes set up around 3 of the four walls in the chamber, with a over sized terminal in the center of the room with the master controls. However next to each of the tubes there is a now a glowing sphere, small enough to fit into the palm of your hand. Each sphere also has thing tendrils going into the controls of the cyro-stasis tube, with a larger one going to the central terminal, where a series of the spheres sit connected to each other and the terminal, with a large cable going from them and out the hatch into the rest of the ship.

Looking around you count the cyro-stasis tubes and see something that scares you. Your memories of what happened to drive you into cyro-stasis are fuzzy at this time, yet you know all the crew made it into them. Yet looking at them you see that several of them hold skeletal remains of their passengers as the lids pull away. Yet you are not alone for three other people seem to be intact, and recovering at this point.


Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Location: Cyro-Stasis Chamber on board Chasing the Second Star
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationBlinking your eyes open, you attempt to breath and start coughing violently. Jumping upright you slam your forehead into the lid of the cyro-stasis chamber. Falling back down, resting at a 45-degree angle, your forehead throbs with a killer headache as the lid to the chamber now decides to open up.

Rolling your head to the side, you see that the neighboring cyro-stasis chamber contains not a fellow crew member recovering, however instead within the chamber rests a skeletal corpse wearing the tattered remains of a Standard Ship Uniform. Rolling to the other side you see that the other cyro-stasis chamber also holds a corpse.

Falling out of the chamber in shock, you hear movement and see three other figures who apparently survived, recovering and picking themselves up.


TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Location: Cyro-Stasis Chamber on board Chasing the Second Star
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationIt is said that one does not dream in cyro-stasis sleep. He who says that has not spent enough time in a frozen embrace. – Random Surveyor.

He was dreaming; “I like you, I always have.” He said, blushing, the high school cafeteria seeming much more hostile as he said it. The words, they didn’t come out right, she’s going to say no, she’s going to say no she’s going to say-
”I like you too.”
*Wham* a bright explosion of light enveloped his consciousness.
Running, yelling, screaming, blood on his hands, sorrow, deep sorrow and panic, brains on his lap, what just happened? What just-
*Wham* the same explosion rang in his mind.
Slow movement, control, each step he made premeditated, each thought he had rigidly controlled. Then he thought of her. Pain, teacher pins him to the ground. “Force her out of your mind. Now, again!”
Things fade , water, like glass, falls around him, she appears. In the rain, her hair sticks to her face, a golden mask. She approaches him, and everything else fades around him.
“I can’t do it, not again.” He said. Looking down at his bloody hands.
“You’re a good man, I know you have it in you.” She said, grabbing his hands and drawing him close.
“I-“
“But all you are is standing in the rain.” She said.
*WHAM*
He turned into white oblivion; “The strongest among you may not wear a crown.” rang through his head, as his birth pains began.

It’s cold, his second birth, the mask is heavy on his face, his eyes try to adjust to what little light there is. The HUD is flashing… something, his eyes strain to see.

+++Wake attempt 108574+++
+++Low Power Warning 0.2 %+++
+++Emergency Purge+++
+++Waking Subject+++
+++Body temperature Normal+++
____________
+++Brainwave functions…+++
+++Alpha state+++
+++Purge successful.+++
+++Emergency Shutdown+++
The lights dimmed once again, leaving him to his darkness, he reached for his face, and pulled off the mask, waking agents hissing almost silently from it. He pressed on the glass, hearing the pistons groan under the pressure, as the capsule slid open.
He took his first step, and fell, hard, onto the cold deck floor. Pain flooded his arms as the empty IV’s were ripped from their bags. Mind numbing pain shot from his penis, as his catheter was forcefully ripped from him. Even so, only a single grunt came from him. As he raised his head, his neck screamed at him, muscles not used to the strain of everyday existence, his arms shook from exhaustion, and his breathing was laboured.
He had only one thought “Who am I?”
He struggled to flip onto his back, writhing like an overturned tortoise, a testament to his willpower that he was able to reverse his posture.
He looked to the ceiling, which was dripping liquid slowly from pale stalactites.
Following the largest stalactite with his gaze, he noticed it overlapped onto his capsule, covering part of a plaque, “...Thoft-” was all that hadn’t been worn away with age.
He had a name, “Thoft,” it wasn’t much, but enough to know he existed.
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” he thought, as he tried to grab the I.V. from his arm, his hands struggling to cooperate with such a delicate task. As his hands failed him, his body shook. He glanced towards a pale green puddle, that in the waning light of the console, mirrored his actions. As he looked closer into the reflection he noticed his face. A strong jawline held a handsome yet unfamiliar face with penetrating eyes, the face of a hunter, feral in its simplicity, simple in its perfection. As he stared into his reflection, he quaked in fear. What man should know the works of Shakespeare but not his own reflection?
His stomach wailed, asking for nutrients that it hadn’t received in what seemed like forever. One dry heave, and another, his body ached for anything, everything, but he had nothing, his last heave threw his head back onto the bolted floor.
“How in action like an angel-“ he began to think, “In apprehension, like a god.” He said, as his body tried to rid itself of the concoction of drugs that had been fed to it.
“What quintessence of dust is this? Man delights not me.” He said, as at last he lost control of his mind, he felt himself lifted up, and he looked at the figure holding him.
The IV’s falling out of his arms, he reached for her face, and oblivion overtook him. He reached the limit of his consciousness and words escaped his lips.
“The strongest among us may not wear a crown.”
As an explosion of wind escaped the corridor, he dropped from her arms, her memory like shadow, leaving him cold, naked, and alone.
“>FLAWLESS VICTORY<” flashed innocently in the console of the destroyed capsule, a monument to his second birth.

Shades of Gray
2008-02-17, 08:47 PM
Shad, new generation survivor

Ugh, my head. Wh- what's happening? Why are there corpses. <gasp> when are we?

Shad tries to calm himself down.

Let's look for other survivors.

Gig_Complex
2008-02-17, 09:03 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

Bent over and losing the contents of his stomach, Oscar continues to cough while he tries to answer.

I have no bloody idea man <cough>. Can't remember jack besides running from something and that this is totally not my fault. I remember making the jump and then the mad dash to the tubes, but after that well that's the fun of these bloody machines.

After a new round of dry heaves Oscar responds to Shad after he wipes off his face,

Not sure if there are any more man, the rest of the crew, well they don't look like their getting up any time soon, but hell I think I'd look the pricks back at the academy with a joyful smile if we stumbled on them.

Inspectre
2008-02-17, 09:10 PM
Matthias Conway, Original Survivor

It had been a long day. The morning of Matthias's day had involved awakening on-board a seemingly derelict ship with a number of other convicts. The afternoon had been spent fleeing from zombies and the wasp-like creatures that seemed responsible for it all. Matthias had then spent his evening frantically working to restore power to the ship long enough to make a jump to a nearby system, and then escaping from said ship after it crash-landed into a body of water on an fortunately inhabitable planet within that system.

Now it was the middle of the night, but Matthias could not sleep. Not yet. He had slept for three thousand years, and there was still so much more to do. Surprisingly, the canoe ride over to this cave had refreshed him somehow. The adrenaline racing through his system from the escape from the Hope Killer had faded during the canoe ride, leaving him feeling drained, but then by the time they landed he felt better. More relaxed than tense with anticipation or limp with exhaustion. His clothes had even dried out to a slight dampness on the journey here.

After meeting with the andriod, Matthias shrugs and turns to face the others.

"It would seem that they've been expecting us, or someone like us, for quite some time. We should look at what's expected of us before stopping to rest and plan our next move. I know that I'm not the only one who would like to acquire a new ride. But it seems unlikely that we'll find one anytime soon. So, we might as well play along with our new hosts here while keeping an eye out for a jump-drive equipped version of our friend there."

Matthias nods at the dead andriod, then starts walking off down the tunnel.

"Sooner we see what they want us to see, the sooner we can all take a breather."

ubersquid
2008-02-17, 09:39 PM
Janks - front cave hall

Raul twitches in surprise as the androids body goes totally limp. He scratches his head and sneers towards Wyndell.

"Aww man what mess did you navigate us into... are you sure you where the right guy to fly that ship?"

"Whatever... you guys can play cavemen and check out the back of this hole if you want, but I'm gonna get me some breakfast at last."

He turns around slowly and moves towards the exit, avoiding any sudden motions at first and eying the other robots suspiciously, to see if they would try to stop him. Then he relaxes again and points at the one who spoke to them last.

"Hey you, I smelled some food on the way, 'you think i can get me a piece of that? ...Do you understand? - and pointing at himself at first and then into his open mouth - Me human! - Me need eating! - yes? eeea - ting"

The_Snark
2008-02-17, 11:19 PM
Caroline Walker- Cave

It would have been utterly irrational to have expected nothing to change. Caroline knew this. She was not a student of history, but anyone would have known what changes could occur in three thousand years. Humanity had gone from horses and carts to interstellar flight in less than that period of time. A normal person might have had difficulty comprehending the enormity of what might have happened during that time; Caroline did not. Ever since her discovery of the date in the ship's log, she had been prepared for changes—not that she had had much processing time to devote to speculation, given the more immediate matter of survival. But it was in the nature of the brain to speculate on things not immediately of relevance, and she had had a few thoughts. She had even wondered what had become of her project, and whether it had been continued; whether any others like her had arisen.

She hadn't been prepared for this. She had theorized that true artificial intelligence would not be possible for unaugmented humans to develop, that it was like a mathematical limit; they could get closer, but the further they went, the more problems cropped up, until there could no longer be enough time in which to overcome all the various problems.

Apparently, that was no longer the case—or else the intelligence before her was only a very complex system of rules. There were two flaws with that theory, though. First, the amount of data such a simulation of intelligence required was far greater than the body before her should have been able to contain. Barring improvements in electronic data storage, which cannot be discounted. Second, and more importantly, she could recognize such a simulation. There were certain responses it would always give, certain clues that would only be apparent to somebody who, like her, had spent years working on those systems. She'd detected none of them, though there had admittedly been no time for repeat tests.

It seems unlikely that my augmentations will be compatible with the intelligence in any way. A pity. She moves closer to the remains of the android, looking down at it analytically and examining it and the objects around it. Electronically activated, I imagine; note the similar disk on the leader's head. Possibly a mental implant, as he seems to be the only one who retains knowledge of our language.

She kneels for a moment to inspect the remains more closely, to see if—miraculously—some data port was compatible with her neural links. Its body had clearly given out, a sign of data corruption, damaged electronics, or most likely both; but there might be something she could retrieve.

"It is to our advantage to stay together," she says from her position kneeling by the android as the others begin to split up. She doesn't bother to look up, but her voice is loud enough to carry through the cave. "Whether or not we go looking for basic survival needs first, or investigate the tunnel, we are better off doing it as a whole."

tgva8889
2008-02-17, 11:52 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Cave Entrance

To say the least, the happiest thoughts for Lydia were knowing that she was still alive, and knowing that Malaki was still alive with her. Whatever predicament they were in now, whatever problems they seemed to be having, now was not the time to think about them. As the humans on this planet "Gaia" appeared, taking them away to their boats, Lydia could only think about what she had just been through and how happy she was. Despite having just survived the equivalent of the zombie apocalypse, despite having watched so many others die, despite having seen Malaki betray them at the last moment, when all hope was lost, Lydia was content beyond words.

The feeling was sort of strange to Lydia. All her life, for every moment before, she'd been a deadly pessimist. She'd been waiting for Death to come, cloaked and bearing his scythe, ready to take her to the beyond where she would burn in hell. Her parents had taught her that only those that were truly good deserved salvation, only those who deserved salvation deserved love. She'd known that no one had loved her. Despite what her parents said, they hated her. For her entire life, she had thought that no one cared. Not even her. But now she was staring at her own personal savior, and it was odd realizing that her fundamental way of thinking might be flawed. There might be love for those who were damned. There might still be salvation, despite her crimes. Despite her hate.

As they rode in the primitive canoes, Lydia put her arms around Malaki's human arm, looking into the distance quietly. She had never felt this way before, and she made sure to treasure every moment of it. Her thoughts raced from past to present to future, only stopping for moments. Glimpses of past events seemed to slide across her mind's eye. But she doesn't linger on her thoughts. Every so often, she turns up to Malaki and just smiles pleasantly. To anyone who knew Lydia in her childhood, that would have been the rarest occurrence of them all.

Once they had arrived at their location and the machine began to speak, Lydia couldn't help but gasp. A sentient machine, technically as old as they were, was telling them that they had a destiny that was further down the cave. As it died away, Lydia couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for it, despite herself.

The other seemed to be talking, moving relatively quickly to respond to its message. Matthias, one she didn't remember ever getting to know quite well, seemed to want to press on as quickly as possible. Caroline, who'd been unconscious for most of Lydia's time around her, was examining the now defunct machine drone. One of the other men, Janks, seemed to be trying to get food. At the moment, Lydia wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do, but she was content to watch the others simply go about their business for the time being. There's only so much we could do going into that cave in this state...but if time is of the essence, then perhaps that's what we should do first...It's highly likely that my talents won't have any use here, though.

Caroline's suggestion sounded the best at the moment, so Lydia chimed in with a response. "I agree with Caroline. We shouldn't split up the groups, not any time soon. I'm not quite certain which is more important, getting food or going into that cave, but I'm quite certain that we don't want to be splitting up." Her eyes moved to meet Malaki's, but after that she returned to examining the situation.

Mornir
2008-02-17, 11:58 PM
Ezekiel Jordan (Next Generation)

Ezekiel entranced with the tendrils for only so long has procedure kick in. "Okay, you two, do you have any injuries? And does anyone remember what happened immediately pre-Freeze?" Ezekiel's voice falters at first but grows stronger as he continues talking sounding very unlike his usual self by the end of it. He stumbles out of the tube panting for air, but somewhat better off then the others. "BUZI, analyze these things... BUZI...?" He looks around frantically for his robot. But begins to look at the palm-sized thing that he assumes separates the power between the tubes, before turning back and awaiting a response from any of the other fellow ship-mates.

Gig_Complex
2008-02-18, 12:42 AM
Oscar, Next Generation

Looking at Ezekiel Oscar shakes his head,

Nothing more a pounding headache and the odd feeling that I'm not going to be able to keep any food down for awhile. As for what happened pre-freeze, well only thing I got there is this fuzzy feeling, kinda like the time back at the academy where I was in a puddle jumper trying to outrun the MPs, and of course the Jump which probably got us here. I think if we want to know what the hell happened, we're going to have to check the logs or something.

ForzaFiori
2008-02-18, 12:49 AM
Giovanni Fiori - Original Victim

Giovanni, who has until now been wonderstruck by the thought that he actually managed to get off that very aptly named ship, seems to snap back into it as he is told that he and his comrades are, apparently, the ones who are supposed to save this race of neanderthal like people. As he sees Janks go to walk out of the cave, he calls out to him. Janks! Hey man, I'm just as hungry as you are, but Lydia and Caroline are right. We have no idea whats on this planet. We should stick together. Since everyone else seems to be heading deeper, I'd suggest you come with us. with that, he turns, and follows Mathias deeper into the caves.

TheOutlander
2008-02-18, 01:34 AM
THOFT- next generation

Thoft struggled into consciousness, pain telling him he was still alive, and gnawing hunger rose him to his feet. his limbs screamed at him, but did what they were instructed, as he picked himself up and continued listening to the sound of conversation. Immediately he looked for a place to hide, but as he swung his head from side to side, he felt dizzy, and noticed a giant crack in his cryo pod.
What could do that? he thought, wide-eyed as the sound of voices got louder.
However, the sight of skeleton remians in the pods beside him did not scare him, but taunted him, they who knew no pain, who's bonds had broken in this world, they were the lucky ones. or so he thought.

"Does anyone remember what happened-" He heard, taking small comfort in knowing he wasn't the only one whose memories were raped by fate.

He crouched, and as his abs tore and reknitted, he wiped the hair from his eyes, sweat pasting it on his forehead.

He moved silently through the pain, towards the voices, perhaps they provided answers, or at least someone to share in his anguish.

Mordokai
2008-02-18, 01:59 PM
Misty Reviere, Original survivor

The last few hours seemed like a blur to Misty. She fighted zombies and found out she is now three millenia older. She saw a lot of deaths in these feew hours, mostly people she didn't knew. They were prisoners like herself. And yet, she mourned them all the same. Their death allowed her and others to escape relatively unharmed. The canoe ride at least gave her a chance to refresh herself with some fresh water. She survived a crash into a planet and now she was standing in front of dead android. Once again, her total lack of knowledge in the field of electronics and mechanics showed itself. She just stood there and stared at the android, waiting for others to do something. When Caroline starts expecting it and(after some time) proposes for the group to stay together, Misty is more than happy to oblige. Looking to Wyndell, she waits for himself to say something as well, but he seems to be deep in his thoughts. On boeard of Hope Killer she has learned to trust his words and he was her guide. With the patience he showed towards her, Misty feels a deabt of gratitude towards him. Since she doesn't want to bother him jsut yet she turns towards Caroline and says:

"I think you're right Caroline. I'd really hate to be alone in here and they say there is strenght in numbers."

When Lydia also agrees with Caroline, Misty takes a look at her. She seems pretty content being near Malaki. Is there something beetwen them? Or is it just beginning to grow? To her surprise, Misty feels a pang of jealousy at this. She has been married seven times, true, but it was all for pragmatic reasons.

Will I ever find love? Was it even meant for me? Will anybody ever love me?

Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she once again focuses her eyes on the Lydia and Malaki, waiting for the others to make some move, be it exploring the cave or something other.

ubersquid
2008-02-18, 08:32 PM
Raul "Janks" Jenkins - original survivor

Janks sighs as he turns around again but can't think of any more offensive remarks. So he just rubs his belly as if in pain and throws the others some reproachful looks as he walks back.

Standing in the tunnel entrance he turns at them and grumbles an annoyed "What are we waiting for then, let's get this over with!"

FireSpark
2008-02-18, 10:39 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Original Survivor
The canoe ride from the little island gave Wyndell his first chance to safely close his eyes since awakening on the Hope Killer. He had allowed Misty to snuggle against him on the ride over, and she had seemed calmer than he would’ve thought possible for someone that had just endured what they had. Upon arriving at the primitive village, Wyndell began to be aware of just how far humanity had fallen. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention in those novice level anthropology courses. There was an obviously tribal system in place, which appeared to patriarchal in nature. Strangely typical, he thought, both of the primitive civilization, as well as his incessant drive to analyze everything he saw. Why stop now? Seems to be working good so far. Allowing himself a rare smile, Wyndell looked over at Misty, who was also taking in all the new scenery.

When the group first approached the darkened cave, Wyndell felt more than a fair share of trepidation at entering. He had just endured a day in hell, in what became and all too confined space, despite the size of the space vessel. Having just begun getting used to the open air, and the warm breeze, Wyndell wasn’t too keen on going into such a small space again. But then again, he wasn’t about to be left all alone with a group of people whose idea of technology was to rub two sticks together to make fire. Giving Misty’s hand a brief squeeze, Wyndell ventured into the cave, albeit closer to the rear of the group. Within the cave was something that Wyndell had in no way anticipated.

As the construct’s words faded, and the barely visible glow to its eyes dimmed, Wyndell slowly let himself down to his knees before it. It was obviously not human, in appearance at least, and yet for a moment there had almost been sadness or maybe relief in its voice. As a physicist the automaton held little interest to Wyndell, but as an engineer and programmer, it fascinated him. Wyndell wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel the metal beneath his fingers, if it even was metal. However, seeing how the natives had reacted after its passing, Wyndell settled for just looking at it. What next caught his eyes were the orbs around this ‘ancient one’. They were unlike anything he’d ever seen, but something in his mind seemed to tickle at him.

About then, the woman who had named herself Caroline knelt down quite close to the ancient machine. Wyndell glanced behind him to see the reaction of those behind them. Fortunately, those that didn’t still have their faces buried into the ground were being distracted by Mr. Jenkins’s rather verbose requests for food. Slinging the PCT off of his shoulder, Wyndell brought it around in front of him, but his finger paused just above the power button. Without the comfort of a ship or other ready power source, the battery power in the PCT was all that he had left. I doubt these muck rakers have any generators lying around, and he was about to put the computer away when a second and more important thought came to him. But something has to be powering those lights. Turning the PCT on without any further hesitation, Wyndell immediately went to pulling up the terminals wireless interface menus. It was a very long shot, but with their recent runs of luck, it was worth a shot. Of course there was the chance that attempting to interface an ancient computer with its millennia long descendent, might cause something to explode. But at this point, Wyndell figured that what he didn’t tell anyone, wouldn’t make anyone hurt him.

Warshrike
2008-02-19, 02:28 AM
Malaki Sharas
Team Hope Killer

After the Crash, Malakis mind raced over everything. The memories of his sister, so frail, dead so long, and yet now so fresh in his mind... All because of the hive mind... Something made first by the hive minds absence where the image of his sister remained, cradled in his arms- both human in the memory, unlike the metal claw now gripping the side of a canoe. He clenched it with a thought, and heard the wood crack between his "Fingers" and his "Palm". He unclenched and looked at the wood, as the wood slowly toppled into the water after he lifted his hand from it.

Placing his hand once more on a less marred part of the wood, he strummed his fingers on it, feeling a sense of wonder to hear the sound of metal so steadily against something which was once alive- a rare thing on the planet he had spent most of his life.

And then he felt Lydia close to him, on his real arm. The feeling of that contact, feeling her touching him brought him back from brooding on the past, the mistakes of man which had cost them so much, from the beauty of a tree to the loss of his sister, the lightest touch brought him to the canoe. He turned his head, looking down onto her as she nestled against him.

At that moment, she turned, and smiled, before putting the side of her head once more against him. He looked forward, sadly. What he did on the ship... It almost killed her... Killed him, killed them all!! Was his mind so weak?? His mind, all that he had ever had?? His skills had been useless on the ship, for knowing mechanics was useless in a world dominated by electronics. And yet, here she was holding onto him... After he almost killed her??

Was she stupid, or was there something about him he couldn't see himself?? Or maybe she was just scared, and thought he could look after her... But could he even look after himself?? With that thought, the boat slowed and stopped, as they arrived at their apparent land destination. Not their final destination, as they moved inland, through a village and into a cavern.

There he saw a wonderous sight to both a Mechanist and, apparently, the other members of the group: An Android. Whilst to them, it was obviously a matter more of the AI, to Malaki it was a chance for spare parts. He listened patiently as the ancient thing said its piece before powering down for the final time, to go wherever it is sentient machines go to. Save anything?? They had barely managed to save themselves from death on the Hope Killer, no thanks to him, yet they may as well try. It's not like much would be left after the three millenia they had spent as ice cubes.

Lydia still hung nearby him, though his thoughts were more focused on the android than the girl, and not for the same reason as Caroline or Wyndell. His arm was a masterpeice, it would have to be as it interacted with organic components to operate, from his brain to his shoulder, where the android was fully metal, a shining example of mechanics as no matter how much of it was electrical impulses, somewhere was a tiny cog to turn, and tiny screw to hold it in place...

He moved to the android carefully, looking around at the objects nearby before examining the thing itself. He scanned for anything her could use as a tool, or a weapon- Screwdrivers, Nails, maybe an operational aspect of the android. Given enough time and the right tools, he'd probably be able to get the thing running again, though more as a wind up toy than an AI, depending on how well its systems had lasted.

He continued examining the ancient, before standing and looking towards the exit of the cave. "Whether we go further in or outside for food, I'm going outside. I need some air, and a moment to collect myself. Try not to blow anything up, Doc!! And how'd you hold on to that thing, anyway??" He let out a brief laugh, thinking to himself about some people and their computers, before waiting for a reply, then walking out the entrance, and looking up at the sky for the first time in several thousand years, and the first time on this planet.

Warshrike
2008-02-19, 02:34 AM
Malaki Sharas
Team Hope Killer

After the Crash, Malakis mind raced over everything. The memories of his sister, so frail, dead so long, and yet now so fresh in his mind... All because of the hive mind... Something made first by the hive minds absence where the image of his sister remained, cradled in his arms- both human in the memory, unlike the metal claw now gripping the side of a canoe. He clenched it with a thought, and heard the wood crack between his "Fingers" and his "Palm". He unclenched and looked at the wood, as the wood slowly toppled into the water after he lifted his hand from it.

Placing his hand once more on a less marred part of the wood, he strummed his fingers on it, feeling a sense of wonder to hear the sound of metal so steadily against something which was once alive- a rare thing on the planet he had spent most of his life.

And then he felt Lydia close to him, on his real arm. The feeling of that contact, feeling her touching him brought him back from brooding on the past, the mistakes of man which had cost them so much, from the beauty of a tree to the loss of his sister, the lightest touch brought him to the canoe. He turned his head, looking down onto her as she nestled against him.

At that moment, she turned, and smiled, before putting the side of her head once more against him. He looked forward, sadly. What he did on the ship... It almost killed her... Killed him, killed them all!! Was his mind so weak?? His mind, all that he had ever had?? His skills had been useless on the ship, for knowing mechanics was useless in a world dominated by electronics. And yet, here she was holding onto him... After he almost killed her??

Was she stupid, or was there something about him he couldn't see himself?? Or maybe she was just scared, and thought he could look after her... But could he even look after himself?? With that thought, the boat slowed and stopped, as they arrived at their apparent land destination. Not their final destination, as they moved inland, through a village and into a cavern.

There he saw a wonderous sight to both a Mechanist and, apparently, the other members of the group: An Android. Whilst to them, it was obviously a matter more of the AI, to Malaki it was a chance for spare parts. He listened patiently as the ancient thing said its piece before powering down for the final time, to go wherever it is sentient machines go to. Save anything?? They had barely managed to save themselves from death on the Hope Killer, no thanks to him, yet they may as well try. It's not like much would be left after the three millenia they had spent as ice cubes.

Lydia still hung nearby him, though his thoughts were more focused on the android than the girl, and not for the same reason as Caroline or Wyndell. His arm was a masterpeice, it would have to be as it interacted with organic components to operate, from his brain to his shoulder, where the android was fully metal, a shining example of mechanics as no matter how much of it was electrical impulses, somewhere was a tiny cog to turn, and tiny screw to hold it in place...

He moved to the android carefully, looking around at the objects nearby before examining the thing itself. He scanned for anything her could use as a tool, or a weapon- Screwdrivers, Nails, maybe an operational aspect of the android. Given enough time and the right tools, he'd probably be able to get the thing running again, though more as a wind up toy than an AI, depending on how well its systems had lasted.

He continued examining the ancient, before standing and looking towards the exit of the cave. "Whether we go further in or outside for food, I'm going outside. I need some air, and a moment to collect myself. Try not to blow anything up, Doc!! And how'd you hold on to that thing, anyway??" He let out a brief laugh, thinking to himself about some people and their computers, before waiting for a reply, then walking out the entrance, and looking up at the sky for the first time in several thousand years, and the first time on this planet.

tgva8889
2008-02-20, 08:15 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Cave Entrance

Lydia notices something when Malaki moves to examine the machine. As she stared at its fallen form, remains of a once sentient machine, she can't help but feel a bit of sorrow for it. It bid its wishes upon them, telling them what it wanted them to do. And then they started examining it, like it was some sort of plaything to them. Despite what it was, Lydia felt it should be respected, at the least. Perhaps they could give it some sort of burial? Maybe. It deserved better than to be examined and pulled apart by their hands.

She makes sure to stay away from the machine. Though she felt sadness for it, Lydia didn't want to be standing next to it. Caution told her that touching it and poking it, even examining it, could be a horrible action. Turning to look at the natives, Lydia saw how they revered the creature. Whatever this was...mechanical AI, a preprogrammed sentinel, or just some worthless pile of junk, the humans with spears had seen it as a god. Lydia knew just what people with gods did when their gods were defiled.

As Malaki makes his way out of the cave chamber, Lydia turns to see him go, not sure what to say. He seemed slightly different than he had been just before the take-off. Was it something about his speech? Maybe it was the loss of their influence? Lydia couldn't place it. But she knew something was different.

Lydia waits until Malaki is farther away before she says, "I'm gonna get some air too." She doesn't make any haste to reach him, but simply walks after him, though her strides seem slightly longer than usual. Realizing he might want to be alone to think for a while, Lydia gives the man plenty of time to increase his own speed out. If you're ready...I want to know this. I want to know whether this is it.

Pwenet
2008-02-23, 10:14 AM
Narration #2 – The Start of Another Chapter

Within the Tunnels of the Ancients
Firespark – Wydell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing it's functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationActivating your PCT, you quickly bring up the wireless interface menus. The readouts fill with random data, garbage, static, nothing that can be made out or comprehended. The closest globe to you starts glowing even more, pulsating, then warning go off on your PCT. Firewalls collapse, core systems fail despite your best efforts, then your PCT goes blank. The obvious solutions do not work, such as toggling the power, hitting the controls and the like, and it seems that the PCT has run it's last program.

Then the display lights up again, running through the boot up process, but with waves of strange symbols.

Initiating program compilation and decryption
Adapting interface to pre-fall language/programming circa 21st century
Initiating update of Unit – Technology lacking self-evolution routines. Direct physical contact required.
Shifting unit to privative interface to Memory Node via wireless.
Suggest merging with cybernetic capable individual for full access.
Please attach Memory Node to unit for power/information transfer[b]

The normal interface then appears on the display, along with the icon that looks to be a replica of the glowing globe. Clicking on the globe reveals symbols and text that flashes by far to fast for you to see, with a message that appears:

Unable to decode – Please upgrade unit

Looking at the globe, you see a small opening appear, and something akin to liquid metal flows out. It flexes and shifts until it solidifies into what appears to be several connections that plug into various data and power ports on your PCT, and they look secure enough to hold the globe in place. Watching this you are barely away of several other survivors walking away, either further down the tunnel or outside the cave. Both of them are close enough still to easily catch up to one of them, but which one do you choose.


Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationStanding around and not engrossed either in a PCT like Wyndell is, you notice a flicker of movement near where Caroline Walker is. It appears that the android has somehow grabber her hand, and her face twitches, but then the hand relaxes freeing her. Looking around you notice that the spheres are now glowing more, in concert. A pattern emerges, and you realize that they are all pulsing in sync. Looking over at Wyndell you notice a light on his PTC, one indicating a wireless transmission, and it is also pulsing in the same pattern as the rest of the spheres.


The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationKneeling next to the android, you look at it for some kind of a data port. A hint of movement, a whistle of air, and a sudden pressure on your wrist. Looking down you see that the hand of the android is clutched tightly on your wrist, a tight iron-clad grip the likes of which you have no hope of escaping from. A sudden pressure, a tingle of something foreign in a receptor port on the wrist.

My final gift........

The voice heard not with ears but with the mind fades away, leaving you with a strange sense of loss. The pressure on your wrist fades as the grip fades away, yet now you hear other voices. Voices speaking with each other, so fast, faster than you can make you, speaking in tongues that you can't understand. A headache starts to form as the voices start continue to speak, and your eyes are drawn to the small globes on the ground. A insight of knowledge, and you realize something deep within your bones, a thought that you can't shake.

The globes are the voices!

At this point you notice several people walking away, either down the tunnel or outside to get some fresh air. Both groups are still close enough for you to easily catch up with one of them, but you have to choose which one.


Withing the Tunnels of the Cave of Brother Human
[b]Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationYou start walking down the tunnel, the path clear and brightly lit up. Several people follow you but you don't even notice them once you emerge into a large chamber, standing on a platform overlooking the chamber with a railing at waist level.

The chamber is the size of several what 20th century people would call “football fields”. You never understood the term, but you knew it meant something big. And there was a good reason why the cave would need to be big.

Resting within scaffolding holding it in place rests what is obviously a ship designed to travel through space. Great giant floodlights activate, illuminating the ship, including the name printing in streak streaking letters on the bow. A name that sends chills down your back.

Chasing the Second Star

Memories of a time before the great freeze fill your head, a time when you were on the run, being a pirate, being a criminal. A time where you kept your news in events, had tapped into various communications channels, a time when you hear a code given out, a code that was never used before since the dawn of human spaceflight.

Code 0 Object

An object that is not made by human hands. An object that is obviously made by creatures not from Terra Firma.

By the time of that you were captured, there was only one time that code was transmitted. It was transmitted from a ship named Chasing the Second Star, a ship that was reported missing a short time later. Yet the fact that a 'Code 0 Object' transmission had been sent from it, and now here it is, sitting in front of you, looking none for the worst for wear. You hear machinery move, and a walkway extends from the scaffolding towards the platform that you are standing on.


mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationFollowing Mathias Conway you emerge onto a platform standing over a large cavern. Held within a mass of scaffolding rests a ship, one that you you can't identify. Yet clearly written on the bow of the ship is letters in a language that you recognize.

Chasing the Second Star

Looking over the ship, your eye catches a few telltale signs that something had happened to the ship. The way that the hull has been damaged looks like some type of explosive weapon was used on it far in the past. While the sections had been replaced, your eye catches the telltale signs of explosions.


Outside the Cave of Brother Human
Warshrike – Malaki Sharas
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationStepping outside of the cave you take a look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, lighting the sky in a array of colors. A group of natives arrive carrying plates of food. Several of the natives stand up and take some off, with them offering you and those that exited some as well. Those that have taken food eat quickly, as if time is limited.

If you take food or not, something catching your eye up in the sky. Looking up you see a shooting star tearing through the sky. Watching it for a moment, you see that it is getting larger, leaving a longer and wider fire trail behind it. Several of the natives look up with worried expressions on their faces, and start making their way towards the village. The apparent leader of the natives approaches your small group.

”Night of fire starts. Join us or your friends. Choose quickly, for the fire stones are the least of our worries during the dark night..”

Up in the sky, another shooting star appears, and another, and yet another.


Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationStepping outside, you see that several natives had arrived carrying plates of food for those that came with you. Those that had come with you have started taking and eating the food quickly, as if something is about to happen. You are offered plates of various foods, which you can take or leave as you see fit.

Taking a look at the faces of the natives you see them looking up at the darkening sky with worry. Several of them start taking off back towards the village, and their leader appears nearby.

”Night of fire starts. Join us or your friends. Choose quickly, for the fire stones are the least of our worries during the dark night..”


tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationJoining the others who decided to step outside for a little bit, you see that several more natives have arrived carrying plates of food for those that had escorted you to the cave. As the various natives start working on the food, plates are offered to you to accept or deny as you see fit.

Seeing Malaki Sharas look up towards the night sky, you also look up and see a shooting star streak across the darkening heavens. Several natives also look up and their faces start to show worry, fear and determination. Many of them start trekking back towards the village while the leader appears and looks up at the sky with a frown.

”Night of fire starts. Join us or your friends. Choose quickly, for the fire stones are the least of our worries during the dark night.”



With the Tomb of Metal
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationAs you start to recover, a flash of memory tears through your brain life pulse fire.

Images of something floating in space, something that seemed to reach into your brain and wanted you to roll over and cower, to gouge out your own eyes even through you know that the image would still burn it's way into your brain, something that radiated feelings beyond fear and terror.

Your hands slap at controls as you scream, a horrible ripping sensation, as if your very essence was being torn thin as space and time distorted around your ship. Part of you wonders what is taking so long, and then the pain, the horrible horrible pain.

Stumbling through the corridors, noises that remind you of alarms rip into your ears. You shove yourself into a freezing tube, watching others do the same, and then.......

Blinking rapidly you snap back to the present and look around, and notice something. The gravity seems to be different, almost as if you are on a planet rather than using the gravity generators on the ship itself.


Morir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationYour calls out towards Buzi are met with silence. Looking around the chamber you quickly determine that Buzi is not located in here. However looking at the small glowing globes you can tell that they are somehow plugged into the console. Looking at the displays, you find them flowing with strange code in a language that you do not recognize at all. Then the text starts to slow, wavers and shifts until you see something along the lines of the following:
Good Evening Subject Designate Ezekil Jordan. Welcome to your ship. Please do not panic.”


Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationPicking yourself up off the ground and seeing three other people starting to move about, you start checking the other cyro-stasis tubes for other survivors. While looking over and into the tubes you notice a disturbing trend. Out of all the cyro-stasis tubes that had survivors, there is additional equipment attached to them from the central control station and those strange glowing globes. Those with the skeletal remains of your former crew mates don't have any modifications made to them.

Looking over towards the next logical place is the hatchway leading to the rest of the ship. The hatch is cracked open slightly, and you can see light from the other side of it.


TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationAs you recover, you see the figures of three other people in the same room with you moving around. One of them is focused on the controls, the other looks as if he is searching for something and the third seems to be lost in thought. As your approach them you start to feel better, more awake and aware even though at this point your memory is failing you.

You also notice that the hatch from this chamber is opened slightly, and you can see lights coming from the other side.

Shades of Gray
2008-02-23, 01:21 PM
Hmmm... How come our cryo-pods had modifications?

ForzaFiori
2008-02-23, 04:32 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tunnels of the Cave of Brother Human

looks like the ship was taken out with some explosives, though not sure what they were. He walks up to the area that showed the signs of an explosion. right here he says, pointing, something ripped through the hull. Maybe we can figure out what it was if we check inside the ship. Giovanni walks around the ship, looking for signs of a door. He may not be a pilot, but even he knows what a door looks like.

Gig_Complex
2008-02-23, 08:34 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

As the flash of memory burns its way into Oscar's mind he feels a new bout of dry heaves and waves of nausea pass through him as he relived the sensation of terror that had passed through him moments before entering cryo-statis. Picking himself back up off the floor Oscar leans against the nearest wall while trying to wipe the feelings from his mind,

Dear god what the hell did we find out there?

After collecting himself he responds to Shad,

Theres no way anyone ship side had time to put those in, if I'm not going crazy then it was a mad dash to the tubes at best and every man for himself at worst, so I'm going to have to say someone hooked those up to our tubes while we were on ice.

As he starts to settle down a bit and gets a better grip on reality he notices a few things he seemed to have missed earlier,

Is it just me or does something just feel off about the ship? It could just be that we were on ice but it just doesn't have the same feeling it normally does, like the grav-systems are running odd or that we're just dead in the water.

FireSpark
2008-02-23, 11:41 PM
Wyndell frowned as the PCT first began to go down, then finally cursed under his breath when it. His mood was short lived though, as the terminal quickly came to life, in addition to the sudden change in the strange glowing orbs that lay about. Watching the terminal move faster than he even thought it could, Wyndell watched as the strange flowing symbols resolved into more familiar coding. Then the wording began to appear, and he let out a breath in relief. It worked. Trying to access the PCT seemed to be useless, as none of the commands were responding. Then the advice of cybernetic interaction popped up, followed by the sudden appearance of new action icon on the screen. Sort of. Tapping it seemed to produce no visible result, asides from the information that his terminal was insufficient, until Wyndell caught movement in his peripheral vision. The globe seemed to ‘open’ somehow, and flowing shapes emerged that quickly resolved into familiar looking jacks, plugs, and ports.

By Einstein’s ghost, would you look at that? Amazing!

Glancing up, Wyndell saw Caroline now looking at the orbs on the ground, and Misty watching the both of them. Caroline seemed engrossed with the gently pulsing orbs, and yet she also seemed somehow distracted. Then something clicked in Wyndell’s brain. The way it tended to do when he got an idea that was either the absolutely most perfect solution to a problem, or the worst possible thing to do in the case. Quickly sorting through the extensions the orb had provided, Wyndell had them correctly connected to his terminal in short order. Then he pulled the terminal’s standard interface jack from its sheath.

Excuse me Caroline, I see that you are under some stress, but I have an idea. This sphere here, has told my terminal that for a full translation and transfer, a cybernetic interface is needed. I have it all hooked up, as much as I can, but I think that if you were to interface with it we could possibly figure out what all this is. So what do you say? Are you up to it?

Holding out the terminal’s interface jack towards Caroline, Wyndell watches, and waits.

TheOutlander
2008-02-24, 01:43 AM
Thoft- Next Generation

Thoft continued looking on at the other survivors, noticing the skeletal remains he brushed up against.
He turned towards the remains, it was male, he could tell, tall, and a thinner pelvis.

"Did you know who you were?" He whispered the the corpse, as he inspected it.
He unzipped the jumpsuit, revealing dusty bones.
The ribcage was intact. no trauma, although the head has had some, could be post mortem. Thoft's thoughts worked fast, faster than he had thought.

Thoft found the man had strong femurs, and it disturbed him that the first thought was to use the femur as a tool, since it was both the strongest bone in the body and the longest.
"Thank you." He whispered to the skull as he took out the left femur.

Hefting the femur, he felt his weariness begin to dissapear, whether it was from finding a tool, or from the cocktail of drugs that was poured into his system, he felt much better.

He crouched low as he approached the three, creeping up behind them, with his weapon in hand, listening to their conversation.

"Is it just me or does something just feel off about the ship? It could just be that we were on ice but it just doesn't have the same feeling it normally does, like the grav-systems are running odd or that we're just dead in the water." Said one.
This caught him off guard, he had no idea that something so still could be anywhere but firm ground, his stance faltered and he lowered his weapon. this prompted his first words to another human being.

"We're on a ship?"

Mornir
2008-02-24, 07:39 PM
Ezekiel Jordan Next Generation

After reading the message Ezekiel probably did exactly the opposite of what the writer had intended hi to do: he panicked.
"DON'T PANIC! How do you know my name!? What is this place? Obviously this is not the ship, the cyro-pods are modified and there is no door from the ship. I have no idea where we are and where's my robot!?" He finally breaks down, trying to figure everything out but just crashes under the duress. Not even registering anything else anyone is saying and sits down.

Gig_Complex
2008-02-25, 08:12 AM
Oscar, Next Generation

Don't be jumping to conclusions, how can we not be on the Chasing the Second Star? We made the jump, went on ice, and woke up in those same cyro-pods, besides I know the Chasing the Second Star like the back of my hand. Everything I've seen so far says we're still ship side, just that someone's been doing a whole lot of housekeeping while we were out. The real questions are, who is that someone and why the hell did they do what they did, are we dead in the water or at a dry dock somewhere, and why the hell haven't we been woken up before now cause I mean look at the rest of the crew.

Walking over to Ezekiel, Oscar seems a bit unsteady but the last thing they need to do at the moment is each breakdown at the same time. Reaching a hand to the man Oscar cracks a smile,

No good breaking down just yet mate might want to get way from all the bastards who bought it for the moment, besides I think it might be best if we go and take look round the ship see if can't find who the hell did this or at least our location.

ubersquid
2008-02-25, 02:45 PM
Janks - outside the cave

Janks finds himself a place to sit down. When they offer him the plates of food, he smells and looks at them but is not too picky and ends up with an assortment of different foods spread out in front of him. Rolling up his sleeves a bit he starts to dig in cheerfully.

"Aah, that's what I'm talkin' about."

When the natives start to get nervous and their leader walks up to him with the warning, he just raises an eyebrow at first, but then quickly grabs a few of the more full plates before they could take them away. He stacks them on top of each other and walks back towards the cave entrance, turning to Malaki and Lydia on the way.

"Hey what is he on about? Those guys seem a bit angsty to me. Whatever, let's go back inside and see what the other's are up to... And bring them something of this excellent stuff, shall we?"

Not waiting for a response he walks back into the cave where he sees Wyndell, Misty and Caroline around the dead Android. While still picking the odd bit off the plates and putting it in his mouth, he holds out the stack towards them and grunts with his mouth still full.

"No idea what all that is, but it's better than any prisoner-chow we would have got on Hades. Here, the green ones are great, the red longish thingies are a bit too sweet for my taste."

Mordokai
2008-02-25, 02:58 PM
Misty Reviere, Original survivor

Seeing that Caroline gets grabbed by android, Misty holds breath, but exhales when she sees that Caroline hand gets released fast. Guessing that Caroline probablly wasn't shocked by this as much as she was, seeing that Caroline is somewhat machine herself(at least to Misty's limited knowledge), she turns to Wyndell. He seems engrossed in his PCT and for some time she only watches him. When she notices that the orbs and Wyndell's PCT are blipping in sync she wants to say something, but she thinks better of it. When after few second Wyndell proposes Caroline to interface with the sphere Misty asks him:

"Is this safe? Won't the people here be angry at us for doing this? Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt in your mastery of everything mechanical, but perhaps we should ask the natives if this is ok with them?"

Not knowing what to do, Misty waits for either of them to answer her and tell her what they think.

The_Snark
2008-02-25, 05:39 PM
Caroline Walker- Within the Tunnels of the Ancients

Caroline held stock still for a moment as the remnants of the mechanical intelligence moved, and even after it lapsed back into nonfunctionality. Not with startlement; she knew firsthand that a computer's most critical systems lingered within the core of it, operational even if the bulk of the system no longer functioned. It was what she experienced whenever she slept; the artificial sections of her brain could not fully function without the conscious, living portions, but neither were they fully shut off.

No; the stillness was her attempt to decipher the meaning of the new noises. The android (for want of a better term) had evidently uploaded some new software to her... at least, parts of it. The program was imperfect; she was unable to comprehend the spheres, although she knew they could be understood. It was like a language—once again, Caroline flashed back to a historical analogy, likening this to an Old English-speaker trying to understand a twenty-second century conversation. And the time difference between her and the android could be as much as five times that.

It was, she decided, not a good analogy. For those now-ancient cultures did not have access to her resources. Given time and data, she could decipher the code. She set to doing so, recording the noises she was "hearing" and beginning to analyze them for possible sources when it came to her—a flash of insight; perhaps a remnant from the fragmented program the android had given her, or perhaps her own realization; she still possessed the unpredictability and innovation that was the hallmark of a fully sapient being. The spheres. Those are the source.

The second interruption was Wyndell's offer. She nods. "I can tell they're communicating, but I can't decipher it." She moves to crouch by the scientist, inserting her wrist link into the PCT's terminal and answering Misty without looking up. "If they object, they have only to say. We will deal with that as the occasion arises." It was illogical to become angry with somebody for attempting to find out more about the deceased; but that didn't rule it out. Far from it. But if the natives objected later, it would be dealt with later; she wasn't about to lose this opportunity. Not with the android degrading further by the minute; not if it meant losing anything the spheres were saying.

Mornir
2008-02-26, 05:44 PM
Ezekiel Jordan
Ezekiel kind of nods at Oscar's words and seem s none the worse for his breakdown. "Yeah, I guess your right. We need to find out how many people made it out. Also, there could be some after-effects of the cyro-sleep either then well.." Zeke looks over at the skeleton, "Y'know, death." Suddenly remembering he had heard something he turns towards the general location of "Thoft" "Yeah, we were on a ship. Do you have any injuries? I don't think I heard you say for or against when I had asked earlier...?" Ezekiel seems just as composed as when he first started barking out orders, but the veneer has been marred by his display that this is obviously forced .

Gig_Complex
2008-02-26, 09:46 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

Finally noticing Thoft, Oscar does a little hop skip backwards at the sight of a former crew member wielding a shinbone of one of the dead,

**** man where the hell did you come from and why the hell do have that ****ing bone?

Composing himself a bit, mostly in the hope that the man wouldn't take a swing at him,

Sorry mate you just scared the piss out of me, but just who the hell are you?

I'm assuming that only the memories just prior to the jump/cyro-tubes would be fuzzy and that memories of the other crew members and the ship itself would still be fine. If not then Ill retcon my posts

Edit: Damn thought the filter wasn't present in the RP section. Kinda takes away some of the emotion thats supposed to be present in the sentence.

TheOutlander
2008-02-27, 12:33 AM
Thoft-The Next Generation


"Who the hell are you?" asked the well built man with a well kept head of spiky hair.

But who the hell was he? Thoft asked himself the same question, it haunted him all the more when the words were verbalized. A black abyss swallowed him, as he looked more deeply, he found less and less.
"I... I am..." he began, "I don't know." these words cut into Thoft deeply. Did he know these people before?
The heavyset one seemed calmer than the green porcupine.
"I've no injuries." Thoft said to them, continuing to hold onto the bone, finding both characters a bit off-putting.
"Who are you?" he asked to both of them. hoping to find some answers, maybe any piece of his life that he could cling to.
He waited patiently for a reply.

Mornir
2008-02-28, 12:58 AM
Ezekiel Jordan
Ezekiel seems a little put off by having a former crew member's femur shaken at him. "I'm Ezekiel Jordan, and I really suggest putting that bone there down. It's not the best thing to be doing considering where you are.." He gestures to other dead bodies' cyro chambers "Considering that if we were less unlucky then that could be our bones your shaking around as some sort of cudgel or something..."

FireSpark
2008-02-28, 07:33 AM
Wyndell Tendarri - Cave of Brother Human

Waiting for Caroline's response, Wyndell quickly pulled up the few firewall routines that the PCT had installed. Tapping quickly at the terminal, he tweaks a few of them the best he can in such a short amount of time. Once Caroline comes and takes the jack from him, Wyndell begins setting the routines to act in a sort of revolving cascade of protection. It wasn't much, especially considering what the spheres had already done to the thing, but he wasn't about to let someone try something that he had suggested, ad not even make at least some sort of effort to keep them from harm. As Caroline plugs in, Wyndell nods at her statements.

"I would have to agree, with Caroline on this. Though I doubt they'll say anything. It's not as if we're going to be physically interfering with anything. Except this one sphere here. The android we can leave well enough alone for now."

Tapping in a last few commands, Wyndell moves over to kneel just beside Caroline.

"If I see anything I don't like, I'm disconnecting. If you hit anything that doesn't seem right to you, get out. And don't try anything crazy either. I've had my fill of crazy for the time being"

With a final nod, Wyndell taps a key and releases the wireless access controls to Caroline.

Inspectre
2008-02-28, 03:08 PM
Upon entering the chamber from the tunnel leading back to the android and the surface, Matthias whistles at the chamber’s size. Although only dimly lit with some sort of massive dark mass in the center, Matthias could still tell that the chamber was quite long – several football fields long in fact. Matthias was aware of what football was, but lacked any personal experience with the sport as it was phased out of existence during his childhood by newer, more extreme sports such as Zero-Ball. Still, while the term “football field” was familiar with him, Matthias wasn’t quite sure what a football field’s exact measurements were. And he had never bothered with learning that bit of historical sports trivia, as his work had generally required precise measurements and worked on a grand scale that dwarfed however long a football field actually was millions of times over.

For a moment, such thoughts of past knowledge dragged him back into the past, and his mind wandered through the happy memories of that time. But every memory was undercut by the certain knowledge that there would never be new happy memories. His wife was dead. His son was dead. And Gene-tech and the United Earth Council, which had both given him something to hate so strongly that the hate alone had sustained him, were probably both dead as well. What did he have to live for now? Well, that was just something he would have to figure out now; now that the immediate business of survival in the face of horrific creatures that previously had only lived on the “silver screen” of movies was done with.

Lost in thought, Matthias had closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw that some sort of switch had been tripped electronically, for large floodlights were now cutting through the previous gloom within the cavern and lighting up the hull of the spaceship taking up the majority of the space. Matthias’s first thought as his eyes run lustfully down the length of the ship, is that they now had a way off this rock and a way to find out what has happened to the rest of the galaxy over the past three thousand years. But then his eyes reach the bow of the ship, where its name is damnably stenciled onto the hull: Chasing the Second Star.

Matthias remembered that name. He had gotten a good laugh at that name’s expense, well over three thousand years ago, when he had first heard it uttered. He had heard it shortly after waking up from one of his decades of cryo-sleep, scanning comms traffic to familiarize himself with what had happened during his slumber. He had even managed to break into a few of the channels used exclusively by the United Earth Council: the result not of any real hacking expertise, but simply the patient introduction of several minor monitoring programs into soon to be, but not yet, important comm nodes.

He had thought it quite a witty joke at the time, no doubt one spook pulling a birthday prank on another. Code 0 was a general catchall used for any sort of alien contact, from actual first contact with another sentient species to the discovery of an ancient alien artifact. And yet Code 0 had never been used even once during the many decades that humanity had spread out through the stars.

The young Matthias Conway, raised on the countless science fiction movies of the time that had been inspired by humanity’s first stumbling steps through the solar system, firmly believed in the existence of aliens. That romantic belief had been one of the reasons young Matthias had dedicated his life to the development of FTL travel. But the old Matthias Conway, hardened by his personal experiences, had become quite skeptical of the whole thing. Although he would be hesitant to support the assertion that humanity was the only sentient species ever in the history of the galaxy, Matthias nonetheless had come to believe that he would never see a *real* Code 0 in his lifetime, even artificially extended as it was.

But now here that same ship that was supposed to be some spook’s joke was sitting in front of him, three thousand years later. It couldn’t be some sort of bizarre coincidence, simply explained away by saying that it was a different ship with the same name. Fate didn’t do things halfway, and Matthias had already witnessed zombies today. So it was real. A real Code 0, and the ship in front of him was the ship that had reported it before disappearing.

Immediately a thousand possibilities leapt to mind, torn straight out of the old movies Matthias had watched.


Aliens had brought the ship here, cloning the human survivors to use as the natives and setting the stage to fulfill some sort of ancient prophecy.
The ship had landed here, and while the crew had been able to repair the re-entry damage they had been unable to replace some crucial piece, leaving them stranded here where their descendants had become the natives.
The aliens weren’t really aliens at all, but time-travelers from the future that the ship had somehow gotten caught up with, and dragged by them into the future (now the present).
Matthias was still in cryo-sleep, and everything that was happening and had happened since waking up aboard the Hope Killer was some demented dream, inspired by all the movies he had seen as a child.
Matthias was still in cryo-sleep, on his way to Alpha Centuri with his wife, and every horrible thing that had happened after was some sort of demented unending nightmare, which continued to become more and more bizarre and would probably end with him punching George Washington in the face.
Matthias was actually *in* one of those movies he had watched as a kid, as a character of said movie. As such, he had no control over his own fate, and due to his age and movie conventions, probably meant either he would end up nobly sacrificing his life for the other survivors, or he would die like a pig.


The last wild idea that popped into Matthias’s head finally cracked his composure. The sheer absurdity of his situation finally became clear, and Matthias did the only thing he could do: he laughed. At first a soft chuckle, Matthias’s laughter quickly escalated into a full out booming belly laugh that echoed throughout the chamber and had just a tinge of mania within it.

At first leaning against the railing of the platform for support, Matthias continued to shake with laughter as he gestured wildly at the ship. Struggling to hold back his laughter so he could share the joke, Matthias shouted over to Giovani, now examining the ship for an entry point.

“Hey Giovani! Heh heh heh. Do you know what probably made those explosions you were just talking about? Heh heh. Little green men! Heh heh heh heh heh! I remember hearing about a Code 0 just before my arrest all those thousands of years ago. That means alien contact, or at least contact with alien artifacts. Heh. Heh heh. Do you know what the ship’s name was? Chasing the Second Star! Ho ho ho!”

Breaking out into full out laughter again, Matthias slid down onto the floor, leaning up against the railing for support.

“Ho ho ho! You hear that, Giovani!? First zombies, and now androids and aliens! We’ve gone from being in a cheesy horror movie to science fiction! What’s next, dragons and magic swords! Ho ho ho ho ho!”

Pwenet
2008-02-28, 09:17 PM
Narration #3 – Setting the Stage

Within the Tunnels of the Ancients
Firespark – Wydell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing it's functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationPlugging the sphere into your PCT, the display wavers and flows. The power indicator flashes and changes into the status icon which means that it is getting a consistent charge. The system specifications screen then appears, and you see the various settings based on the hardware within your unit shift, with speeds and memory capacity increasing dramatically as if the internal parts were being changed before your eyes while the unit was still powered on. Looking over the specifications even with all the weirdness going on you do a double-take as what you hold in your hands makes the largest networked computer on battle cruisers from your era look like children toys.

As you speak to Caroline and she plugs herself into your PCT the display wavers and flows:
Unit is Upgrading Hardware
Link Established with Cybernetic Individual – Caroline Walker hardware upgraded to accommodate network. Physical connection not required.
WARNING! ASTEROID EVENT TAKING PLACE! PLEASE TAKE SHELTER! NATIVE CAN ASSIST OR ENTER THE LOWER LEVELS OF THIS CHAMBER

As if to be a counterpoint to all of this Raul returns to the cave bearing several plates of food and offering them to you and the others in the chamber.


Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationWatching Wyndell and Caroline working, you turn to look around for the natives, and see that they have all left the cave. Looking at the entrance of the caves you can barely make out the shapes of the other survivors, and a glow in the sky.

Approaching you is Raul, carrying several plates of food and he offers you some of them.

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationThe natives have not done anything yet, and in fact it appears as if most of them have left the chamber. Yet this takes a back-seat as you reach over and plug yourself into the PCT. Yet nothing changes.

Your have been upgraded. You no longer need crude methods to talk to us…..

Danger is approaching, death from the sky, you should take shelter…..

We need you to live…..

Please help us…..

Interjection some reality into this situation, you see Raul enter the cave again carrying several plates of food and offering them to you and the others in the chamber.


Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationLike a master bearer of food, you grab several plates. Some of the natives give you strange looks as they flee but don’t do anything to stop you. Holding them in your arms you are able to carry them all over to the others within the cave and start offering them to the others.


Withing the Tunnels of the Cave of Brother Human
Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationSadly no dragons fly through the air and a magic sword does not magically appear in your hand. Laughing like a crazy man you notice that the ramp has fully extended towards the platform you are on, and at the other end you can see a open hatchway.

mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAs Matthias Conway seems to go insane for a short moment you walk around the platform for better look, but while waiting for the ramp to extend towards the platform you can make out in the distance that there is an open hatchway at the other end of the extending ramp.

Outside the Cave of Brother Human
[b]Warshrike – Malaki Sharas
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The Narration

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The Narration



With the Tomb of Metal
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationAs you converse with the other survivors, from outside the chamber through the door you hear an alarm start to go off. You quickly identify it as an intruder alarm, not one of those that are magically activated by some advance technology but one that requires someone to actually activate.

Morir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationScreaming at the computer screen produces a result. Not the standard result of most systems which display a blue screen with a laughing skull on it, based on some ancient operating system, but a real tangible result. As you talk with the other survivors in the area, out of the corner of your eye you see text ripple and shift.

My apologizes. I am *Unable to Translate to Pre-Fall language* and you are required for *Hope/Salvation/Survival/Dinner*. You have been *awoken/killed/revived* prematurely due to *risk/low power/boredom/loneness*. Please remain *angry/calm/ecstatic* and prepare yourselves for *combat/flight/fight*. Unit known as *Buzi/Brother Ancient* is onboard and *sleeping/dreaming/flying/dying*. He can be located on the *heart/bridge/window to starts* on this vessel.

From outside the ship an alarm goes off. Your fuzzy memories identify it as a warning alarm, usually activated by the crew in the event of a security breach.

Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationYour question regarding what caused the malfunction of the cyro-stasis tubes does not have a ready answer, however looking around you notice subtle clues. Discoloration of various metals, the modifications, the age of the bodies indicate that you have been in cyro-stasis for a very long time, and it could be a simple matter of having run out of power.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationGrabbing the shinbone from the corpse, you find that it is still holding itself together. However a careful look reveals that extreme age has weakened the bone to the point where it might be useful for only a couple of swings.

Searching your memories you find that you are unable to remember anything about the past. Part of you thinks how typically bad sci-fi this is before you focus on more immediate needs.

Entering into conversation with the others, you find yourself interrupted by a alarm going off. Part of you dimly recognizes it as an security alarm.

ForzaFiori
2008-02-28, 09:30 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tunnels of the Cave of Brother Human

After the ramp extends, Giovanni walks out on it, calling to Matthias as he walked Hey man, you ok? Snap out of it and come on and help me check out this ship. Not caring if Mathias followed, Giovanni walked across the ramp and went up to the hatch. Is anyone in there? he called in, keeping his body out of sight.

TheOutlander
2008-02-28, 11:09 PM
Thoft- The Next generation

Thoft did not reply, but only drew the bone closer to him, he felt as if he knew it more than he knew himself. It had a purpose, clear and defined; to be a tool at the hands of its master. And it had a previous life, as the leg of a once proud human man. It now had no inkling of what it's past life was, but only wanted to be here, in the present, and have a purpose.

Was he so different?

Was he to abandon the one thing that could truly understand him?

only one answer escaped his cerebrum, and one answer formed on his lips.

"No."

"...Considering that if we were less unlucky then that could be our bones your shaking around as some sort of cudgel or something..."

Less unlucky... that would mean the opposite of less lucky, meaning if we were more lucky... there it is again, they are truly the lucky ones.

"They aren't, he stays with me."

My god, I called the tool "He."
Then the alarm went off. Thoft immediately felt his heart start to pound in his chest, as if he had biologically prepared for the alarm to go off. This fact didn't help however, as he had no idea what the alarm was for, was there a threat? what kind and how was it defeated? Without answers to these questions, he was useless. Panic then ensued, and he looked desperately for an exit.

Gig_Complex
2008-02-29, 02:39 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

As the alarms start to go off Oscar's head starts to spin around checking for exits,

****, those mean we got company.

Reaching into a nearby cyro-tube he pulls out a shinbone of a nearby former crew member,

Sorry mate but I doubt you're going to be needing this. I'm not sure who the hell that might be that set off those alarms but at the moment there is no way in hell that I am going to go out there with nothing but my fists. I suggest we make a quick check to see if any of our gear is still on board and what state it is in before we see just who the hell is crashing our party.

If we do hear Giovanni I'll edit to make a response or another post

tgva8889
2008-02-29, 07:48 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Outside the Cave of Brother Human

Despite how little she enjoyed the outdoors, Lydia couldn't help but feel a bit of serenity as she saw the stars in the sky. It had been a while since she'd remembered breathing in real fresh air and seeing the stars so clearly. The streak across the sky makes her smile. Noticing Malaki admiring the sky as well, Lydia moves up next to him.

Lydia makes no large gestures of her affection. Her hand moves up to his and grips it tightly, though not too strongly. It was such a small thing, but Lydia couldn't help but feel good about being able to do it. She couldn't bring herself to break the silence for the time being. Everything was so beautiful right now.

She doesn't seem to worry about the others for a moment. Politely declining any of the food offered to her, Lydia hears the warning of the leader. Not sure how to respond, she merely nods her head in agreement. What can you say to them? You're not sure what you want to do yet. Though she was a bit worried about how quickly the others might be moving, she hoped they wouldn't leave anyone behind.

TheOutlander
2008-02-29, 08:35 PM
Thoft- The next generation

Gear?

Thoft hadn't thought about any gear he might have had before he was brought back, that would help answer his questions, perhaps he'd find some sort of ID? This mad house however, gave him more to worry about than his identity.

Survival came to mind.

The well built man with green hair spoke to the corpse that he also "borrowed" a femur from the man. He only hoped that he thanked it properly.

hearing him say that they had company immediately threw his additude.

His eyes stopped scanning for doors, but for ambush sites and weakened supports.
his search for an exit had turned into a search for prey.

What is wrong with me?

Mordokai
2008-03-02, 02:45 PM
Mist Reviere, Original Survivor - Within tunnels of The Ancients

Hearing somewhat less than encouraging answers from both Wyndell and Caroline, Misty just steps back into the shadows and watches them do their techno magic. When she sees Raul bringing in the food, she steps up to him and takes some food and starts eating.Looking outside the cave, she sees Malaki and Lydia and decides she is going to join them. Stepping up to Wyndell, and whispers to him:

"I'll be outside, with Lydia and Malaki... should you need me."

Why would he need you, stupid girl. Get over yourself. He is a scientist of highest caliber and you... you're nothing but a spoiled brat to him. You don't know anything about all this. Perhaps you'd be better off dead.

Slowly getting out of the cave, Misty wipes a tear from her eye.

Getting out of the cave, she steps to the two lovebirds and looks up into the night sky. Only then does she notices a shooting stars. Looking to Lydia, Misty asks her:

"Would you mind filling me on what's going on here?"

The_Snark
2008-03-04, 07:25 PM
Caroline Walker- Within the Tunnels of the Ancients

After only a few moments, Caroline disconnects herself from the computer, taking the food from her fellow castaway without really looking at him and without eating any of it just yet.

You can communicate with me, she composes as a test, writing the message onto the processors that made up part of her mind. With no physical uplink to connect her to the spheres, she was unfamiliar with the exact method she was using to communicate with the spheres, but loading the message to the connector jack in her arm was the method most likely to work, in her estimation. She was not equipped to tell how the spheres communicated; radio waves, electronic impulses, or other things she hadn't even thought of were all entirely possible, and she wouldn't be able to tell. For now, all she needed to know was how to speak to them, and they could supply the rest.

She rises, acknowledging their warning. Should I take the spheres with me? Do they contain parts necessary to your function? Should the spheres so indicate it, Caroline begins to gather them up from the floor. She speaks to the others as she does so, relaying the warning; her companions had proven useful in the past, and if the spheres thought all of them were necessary she had no wish to antagonize them. "Something's happening outside. We need to move further into the tunnels to avoid further danger." Her voice, though she is as calm as usual, holds a certain urgency.

Simultaneously, she is still speaking with the intelligences (more than one? Or multiple projections of the same intelligence, she wondered?) within the sphere, giving it a list of questions in rapid data-speech. I am capable of communicating without slowing down other activities, so while we prepare to take shelter you can continue to inform me. We have been in stasis for approximately three millenia; if you have any sort of historical archives, access to them would help to re-orient us. More urgently, why are you here? What happened to this planet to reduce it to a primitive state? Who placed you here, and what were you intended to do? What is the danger you're warning us of?

What is it that you need us to do?

ubersquid
2008-03-05, 08:58 AM
"Janks" - Within the Tunnels of the Ancients

For the moment, Janks just leans against the wall and watches the others fiddling around with the dead android and the strange spheres. Eventually he speaks to the ones who take some food, his voice almost friendly now.

"That's right, eat up. It's gonna make you strong."

"Something's happening outside. We need to move further into the tunnels to avoid further danger."

"Oh yeah, these guys where mentioning something about a 'night of fire', whatever that means. They still hit me a bit strange, but they 'been friendly enough to hook us up with all these delicacies so I guess there's something to it."

"What about robot-guy over here, doesn't look like you can fix it, eh?"

Janks falls silent again, looking around nervously and thinking about his current situation. Slowly a strange feeling creeps up his spine. A feeling that he doesn't have the faintest clue of what the hell is going on around him.

FireSpark
2008-03-05, 10:56 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Cave of Brother Human

Wyndell watches in fascination as the PCT continues to perform functions and operations that not only had it not been capable of minutes ago, but not even large super servers that had been at the old Arion station on Triton could’ve managed such feats. Trying to follow the processes, Wyndell was slowing down portions of the scrolling code, hoping to make something out. While he was working, felt and heard Misty say something, but didn’t quite make it out. He was just too fascinated by what the PCT had become, which he could only assume was now something akin to several super cruiser mainframes, tied into tandem.

Seemingly coming out of a trance Wyndell noticed that the smell of food, real food, was permeating the small cavern. Turning, Wyndell saw that the foul mouthed Janks had returned bearing plates lade with foreign looking organic matter. Taking one of the plates that the large man offered, Wyndell dug in with a ravenous hunger. Even though he had been nibbling on ration bars whenever he had the chance since the landing, this meal seemed a delicacy in comparison. Not only that, but with no idea as to when this sort of opportunity would present itself again, Wyndell wasted no time in actually tasting the food, but rather just focused on swallowing.

Looking out towards the cave entrance, Wyndell saw Malaki and Lydia, with Misty looking on. For a moment there was something in Misty’s expression when she glanced back at him, but he just couldn’t place it. Maybe I should go say something. It has been a hell of a time. But what was he thinking. That there was something there besides the bonding between two people just trying to survive? That someone that young and open could care for someone as aging and boring as him? Well, it could happen I suppose.

Suddenly, a small series of beeps and twitters brought Wyndell’s attention back to the PCT. The food quickly forgotten, Wyndell saw that all the windows and panels that he had opened had been swept aside or shut completely, and a new message had appeared. Asteroid Warning?!

“Crap.”

Wyndell quickly stood and slung the PCT over his shoulder, he figured that Caroline must’ve received similar information, for she had begun to carefully pick up a number of the spheres. Striding to the cave entrance, Wyndell placed a hand on Misty’s arm, noticing her gaze to the sky. The first traces of searing light were beginning to burn across the horizon, but they were gaining in numbers and intensity all too fast for Wydell’s comfort.

“Misty, we need to go. There is apparently sufficient shelter in lower levels back in the cave, and I think we should get there as quickly as possible.”

Looking over at Lydia and Malaki, who were still watching the beginning of the light show, Wyndell gestured quickly.

“And I would recommend the same to you two, um, too.”

Gently guiding Misty back into the cave, Wyndell stops to help Caroline with the spheres she is collecting.

“Here, let me help you.”

Gently picking up two of the spheres, one in each hand, Wyndell finds himself oddly surprised at their light weight. But with a sense of urgency still burning at the back of his mind, he forces himself to focus.

“C’mon. Whoever was talking at me through the PCT said something about some lower levels. I say we had back into these tunnels, and see if we can find a way down.”

Wyndell stands near the beginning of the tunnel, where the other two survivors had wandered down earlier, and eagerly awaits to see how many will continue to trust his intuitions.

Shades of Gray
2008-03-05, 11:12 PM
Ugh, this is too much to take in.. Shad sits against a wall. Who knows what happened, or what time it is. We could be anywhere from a couple of years to a couple of millennium.

I never shoulda quit my day job...

tgva8889
2008-03-06, 12:28 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Watching the Lights

Lydia is lost in thought for a moment. Then things start happening outside the realm of her mind. Misty comes out and asks what's going on. Unsure of how to answer, Lydia turns to her, surprised, and only stutters out, "Um..." She turns to Malaki for help. What is going on here?

However, her mind eventually grasps the direness of the situation. As Wyndell begins explaining the need for shelter and Caroline suggests that they get deeper into the cave, Lydia begins to figure out what was really going on. "Malaki..." Not ready to simply tell him to leave, she looks him in the eyes, then back to the sky. Such beauty, and yet...there was danger in that. Doubt began to come into her mind. Was she going to live through this? Would everything really work out? Her realistic side began to creep up on her. But she beat it back. Grabbing tightly around Malaki's arm, she pulls him towards the entrance of the cave, yelling "Come on, Malaki, we've got to go!"

As her mind begins to relay the fact that the asteroids were coming, Lydia begins to gain a great amount of fear. She would never forget what had happened all because of one asteroid on that ship. Fear of being crushed was one of her smallest worries.

Pwenet
2008-03-08, 11:29 AM
Narration #4 - …And another tale ends…

Within the Tunnels of the Ancients
Firespark – Wydell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing it's functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationGrabbing the spheres, you can hear the dim roar of the asteroids as they rip through the atmosphere. Sounding dangerously close you grab Misty arm and help her deeper into the cave hoping that the others decide to do the same. Approaching the spheres, you grab two of them, which don’t weigh a lot, which is not surprising since your PCT has one attached to it without damaging the frame at all. Making your way to the point where the tunnel starts, you turn just in time to witness a beautiful explosion outside of the cave.

Raising your arms to protect your face, you can see Misty, Janks and Lydia fly through the air, then gravity takes over and directs them into various landing positions. Running over to Misty you help her up while Janks and Lydia start to furiously dig towards the entrance of the cave, which has now collapsed. The ceiling to the cave has started to groan ominously from the sudden changes in its weight distribution.

Your PCT then starts beeping at your, and you juggle things around and look at the screen.

Vital Signs for Malaki Sharas terminated – Please evacuate before any more vital signs are lost.

Detecting structural defects in this cave – Risk of collapse is high!

Part of you realizes quickly that PCTs are NOT equipped with sensors to detect lifesigns or structural features of cave, let alone have the analysis capability to determine when caves are about to collapse.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationLeaving the cave for a few seconds to visit those outside, you look at the shooting stars. No longer the type that evoke feelings and songs of love and wishes, these are getting closer to the point where you can hear the sound barrier attempt to throw its weight around as they pass it and the feeling of heat starts to register on your face. Wyndell appears and starts to guide you back in and pauses to grab some of the spheres before continuing deeper into the cave while you wait for the others.

Lydia starts trying to get Malaki into the caves and you hear Wyndell yelling that you should get into the caves as well. Following the advice you start making your way down the caves when the world decides that you should experience flight despite evolution voting to make you a ground-based creature. Your brain tries to process what happened as you glide through the air, and part of you dimly realizes that one of those beautiful shooting starts must have struck nearby with enough force to generate a small explosion.

Then you meet the ground and painfully bounce along it, but luckily you manage to escape serious injuries. You see that you have landed near Wyndell who notices you, and you manage to pick yourself up. Looking behind you, you can see Janks and Lydia digging furiously at the debris that now block the entrance to the cave. Your brain catches up to the fact that Malaki is missing.


The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationEven before you compose your “You can communicate with me” test message, you get a response.

Yes

It seems that whatever was done has spread beyond your wrist jack, and is making its way through the rest of your systems. You don’t feel any differently, nor are you detecting anything else unusual.

Should I take the spheres with me? Do they contain parts necessary to your function? you ask mentally.

We are the spheres. Our master has passed on; we are simple data-storage/upgrade/power generators used to keep systems working on this harvest planet. Take us and we shall help ensure the harvest/reclamation before the great journey.

Moving on ahead to pick up the rest of the spheres, you find that Wyndell Terderri is also working on it, and apparently one of the spheres has attached itself to his PCT. A feeling fills you, and you get the sense that you are communicating in some way with the PCT, as if the PCT is evolving beyond its primitive design. After warning other others you “think” to the spheres.

I am capable of communicating without slowing down other activities, so while we prepare to take shelter you can continue to inform me. We have been in stasis for approximately three millenia; if you have any sort of historical archives, access to them would help to re-orient us. More urgently, why are you here? What happened to this planet to reduce it to a primitive state? Who placed you here, and what were you intended to do? What is the danger you're warning us of?

What is it that you need us to do?

For several microseconds you hear nothing, then like a sledgehammer to the skull waves upon waves of images flood your mind. Your mind reacts, shutting down functions rapidly as it tries to free up enough processing power to adapt to the onslaught, causing you to stiffen up and start falling forward.

Images of death, destruction, great flashes of light over planets, decomposing corpses, births, deaths, sacrifices, cowards, floating objects in space far larger than anything you have seen flash by far too quickly for you to identify.

Then as quickly as it started the flood of images stop. Blinking you find the ground rushing up at you, and then pain as contact is made and gravity claims victory.

Apologizes – Your interface is primitive – Not ready for full data upload. We are starting upgrades but because of the crude interfaces you posses it will take time to avoid permanent damage.

We will attempt to summarize. Humanity as a species is nearly extinct. This planet is a harvest colony, one that exists solely to acquire supplies for the great journey from this galaxy. The time for reclamation is at hand, when the great Ark arrives to pick up the supplies.

We are here as guardians for the primitive slaves, to serve as their gods, to protect them until they are no longer needed.

The danger is a standard astronomical event in this system where a nearby asteroid field skims the edge of this planet and bombards it. The primitives will adapt, you and your companions must take shelter for you are “pure”. You are needed to save humanity.

We are attempting to upgrade you to serve us and to aid both yourselves and us along with the other ones from your era. Greater genetic diversity will aid in success of the Ark project.

As for what you need to do – Survive.

With that final word your systems stabilize along with your mind and you find that you can move again. The rush of information that paralyzed you has left your system, your systems only capable of storing a small fraction, not even 1% of what went through you, most of it completely random. Now that they have communicated with you, you start to feel things changing within you, for better or for worse.

Finally, strangely enough, you find that the two spheres you have managed to take a hold of are still within your hands, which have tightly clenched them.

Dimly you are aware of an explosion near the entrance to the cave, yet thankfully you are far enough away from it to not be affected by it in the least.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAs you look around wondering what the hell is going on, several things happen. Caroline Walker stiffens like a board and falls forward, her eyes glazed over as if she is seeing something not with her eyes. Wyndell Tendarri starts speaking about moving deeper into the caves and starts picking up the spheres.

Watching Caroline Walker strike the ground, you can’t but help to wince as she does not even more, yet within seconds she has picked herself up seemingly none the worse for wear other than a very mild nosebleed.

Looking back at the entrance to the caves, you see that all of the natives have vanished, retreating to wherever they went to when this event happened. Then daylight fills the entrance as Lydia Morrison, Misty Reviere and Malaki Sharas rush towards the rest of you, except that it should not be day already unless this planet has a really strange day/night cycle.

The sound of the sound barriers rips through the cavern, and then an explosion near the entrance to the cave sends you and the others flying towards the rear of the cavern where Caroline Walker and Wyndell Tendarri are. Luckily for you, you are unhurt and escape serious injuries except for some nice cuts and bruises. Looking around you see that Lydia Morrison and Misty Reviere are also nearby, yet of Malaki Sharas there is no sign.

The cave starts to shake slightly, and you see that the entrance has collapsed from what looks to be a close impact from an asteroid. Your eyes catch a glimpse of metal, and you recognize Malaki Sharas arm. Rushing forward along with Lydia Morrison who is bleeding decently from a nice head wound, you two dig around the arm, with Lydia digging like a madwoman, and despite being only half your size and mass, if this clearing of debris was a contest she would be an Olympic champion while you would not have even passed the qualification trials.

After several long minutes of work Lydia, with your assistance has cleared out some of the debris, enough to uncovered the severed artificial arm of Malaki.

Of Malaki Sharas there is no sign.

Outside you can hear more cracks of thunder and the ground shakes. The ceiling to the cave starts to groan ominously.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound on the forehead.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationScreaming at Malaki to start running, you look up at the sky. The shooting starts are getting larger, and you can start to hear the dim roaring of the sound barrier complaining about objects crossing over it. Looking over towards Misty who has come out, you tug at Malaki, the sky seems to brighten.

Looking up you feel a rush of heat as a streaking fireball tears through the sky over your hears, with the nearby ocean the target. Turning you see several other fireballs following it, with a few of them looking like they want to target close to where you are standing. Grabbing Malaki arm you sprint towards the cave entrance.

Entering you see Janks standing there, his face strangely illuminated. Next thing you know is that you are flying through the air, with the ground rushing forward to give you a welcoming hug.

Picking yourself up, you try to stand but everything is spinning around. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you find that your sweat has taken on a dark crimson color. Pain starts to register from your forehead as you stumble up. Your blurry vision makes out Janks and Misty also picking themselves up, but of Malaki you see no sign of him.

Janks, who seems to have managed to escape serious injury, starts running towards the entrance of the cave, which has now collapsed from whatever struck nearby. Your eyes follow him, and you glimpse what looks to be Malaki metal arm in the debris.

Your pain forgotten, you run towards the arm, where you start moving stone and earth aside with inhuman strength, tears running through your dirt covered face. You clear the hand, wrists, lower arm, upper arm. Yet where the arm should meet the shoulder there is nothing except torn metal, wires and fluid that looks suspiciously like blood. Clearing more and more debris from the area you find no trace of the organic Malaki, only his now freed metal arm.

Part of your brain not in a panic is aware of additional cracks of thunder through the walls of the cave, along with the shaking of the ground from what are most likely additional impacts.

Withing the Tunnels of the Cave of Brother Human
Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationSeeing Giovani go across the ramp, you wait several seconds to see if some terrible doom befalls him, however when nothing happens you decide to follow. The ground the shakes under your feet and you hear sounds of a impact from further up the cave.

mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationWatching across the ramp, you are struck by the size of the vessel. While you are no expert in the realm of ships, you ballpark the size of the ship at nearly that of the perfectly named Hope Killer which is now resting at the bottom of the ocean.

The open hatchway beckons to you, and you take a peak in. Dim lighting fills the airlock, but unlike the Hope Killer the light is steady. In addition the construction of the airlock reminds you a lot of the Hope Killer, as if this ship was built from the same time period.

The airlock itself has both the inner and outer hatches open, and you make your way towards the inner hatch. Inside the corridor that you emerge into is clean and well-maintained. There are obvious signs of wear and tear, indicating that this ship had been well used before it settled down here, but it was nowhere near the poor condition that the Hope Killer was in.

Another thing that strikes you is that the ship is quiet. Very quiet as if it was waiting for something to happen. This actually gives you a slight advantage, for what sounds to be coming from a distance is the sound of voices. You then hear something, and from around a nearby corner comes a what appears to be a robot.

Hovering in the air, you can make out four appendages currently being used for propulsion. In addition you notice several discolored sections, as if it had been opened up and repaired several times. Making several sounds that resemble ‘binary’ it raises one of its appendages and points it at you, almost like it is threatening you, or it wants to probe you.

With the Tomb of Metal
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationGrabbing the shinbone from one of the corpses, you look around the chamber. Sadly you do not see any gear laying around.

Another flash of memory, and you remember running, fast, quickly, far too quickly. Shoving against others, you throw yourself into a cold tube, which reacts automatically.

Blinking you realize that there was no time to set gear aside. Yet there should be at least basic medical equipment on the walls, or a simple tookkit. You eyes move about the chamber, and you can see the indentations and signs indicating where such equipment should be stored yet everything is missing. Gone are the standard medical kits, repair kits, even the backup communication units.

Seeing Thoft step outside you also step out. You quickly notice that the ship is quiet, far too quiet, meaning that the engines have been shut down along with most systems. Your eyes take in the condition of the ship, and you see no signs of combat, distress or anything that would have driven you into cyro-stasis. And yet here you are, awake and confused with your memory cloudy.

You notice that Thoft is looking at a diagram of the ship. Taking a look at it as well your memory rushes to fill in the pieces, and you quickly orientate yourself to where you are on the ship. Looking over to the side of the diagram you notice a powered-down computer terminal, with a blinking light on it, indicating that it can be powered up at a moment’s notice.

Morir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationOOC: Please refer to previous narration

Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationLeaning against the wall, you happen to look down at one of the corpses in a cyro-stasis tube. The condition of the corpse is not in what one would call “good shape” In fact the corpse is barely a skeleton. Yet you notice his wrist, which has on it a standard timekeeping device, or a “watch”. In fact it looks like a relic, one that uses tiny gears to move little hands around to mark the passage of time. Dimly a memory of the person appears, and you recall him saying that the watch was from his father, designed to function even in cyro-stasis back in the days before Jump Drives, so that there would always be a timekeeping device working.

As you watch it you see that it is no longer moving, yet the hands are frozen on the time when it finally died.

April 6th, 3835 AD 15:23

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationLooking around for an exit as the alarm goes off, you quickly spy the partially open hatchway. You mind races as you consider options of how to defend this chamber from whatever has come onto the ship, before you shake it off. A sense fills you, something that motivates you to move out of the this chamber, to see what else is going on within the ship.

Thus you step out the hatch, the shinbone at the ready.

The corridors are clean and looking well-maintained. That is not to say they are perfectly new as if never having been used, but instead it is more like they are been well-worn and used, yet cared for. There is no sign of massive destruction, no control panels blown apart on the ground.

In front of you along the wall is a diagram of the ship. Slightly worn with age you take a look and orientate yourself with what you see. Your chamber is near the center of the ship, well-protected and close to the power generators. As you examine the diagram you map out routes leading to the key sections, and even outside.

Off in the distance you get the sensations of fear, confusion, and humor.

Gig_Complex
2008-03-08, 12:58 PM
Oscar, the Next Generation

As more of his memory comes back to him, Oscar starts to curse rather profanely,

God damn it, while who ever kept our asses alive seemed to nick any damn thing that wasn't nailed down. They've taken pretty much everything by the looks of it.

Following the amnesiac out of cold storage and to the diagram Oscar shakes his head, What the hell caused this ****ing mess? when he noticed the computer terminal. Moving towards it he calls out to the others as he start the computer terminal up.

Hey guys I got a computer thats up and running! We might actually get a break for once, specially if this thing can tell us what the hell happened. I want to see what the hell we can dig up before searching the rest of the ship, cause I get the feeling that whomever nicked our **** from cyro took most of the goods we had on the rest of this piece of junk.

ForzaFiori
2008-03-08, 02:44 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tunnels

Hey there Mr. Robot, I dont want any trouble Giovanni says, backing up. I'm just checking to see if anyone is on this ship. So please, no probing, alright? He gets his back to a wall, and goes to maneuver around the robot, to get between the voices he had heard and the robot, and starts backing down the tunnel, glancing behind him for any more beeping bots.

Shades of Gray
2008-03-08, 04:48 PM
3835.... damn.

TheOutlander
2008-03-10, 06:50 PM
"God damn it, while who ever kept our asses alive seemed to nick any damn thing that wasn't nailed down. They've taken pretty much everything by the looks of it."

"It apparently didn't keep them in the best of health." Thoft said, as his attempt at humor was lost even on him.

Follow your instincts, they steer you toward your destiny.
but who said it, and when? to what purpose?

The computer monitor glowed a cheerful blue, the first thing that Thoft could feel good about. he stood, silently staring at the ship diagram.

A ship, a ship, a ship...a ship, okay we've got the bridge... bridge... that's where piloting happens... engineering... to keep it together, power it up, et cetera.... et cetera... latin, for "and other things".... back to the diagram... alright, so we're in the center... cryo unit... why in the center? was it an asthetic choice by the designer? or was it the hub of power? or was it the most well protected?..... exits... its nice to know there are exits... it would be smarter to stay in the ship, but the feelings, people other than him.... and the guy next to him.

"Hitting the armoury first?" Thoft pointed to the diagram.

FireSpark
2008-03-10, 10:49 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Cave of Brother Human

Wyndell lowered his arms from his face, relieved that nothing too deadly had been flung his way, only to realize that he had been shielding himself with the new found ancient computers. Or whatever they are. Glancing around, Wyndell was shocked to see that Misty had been thrown completely across the cave to land near him. Kneeling, he helped her back to her feet, his heart slowing just a hair after finding her mostly unharmed, though he still gave her a good glancing over, just to check. Then a chirp from the PCT tore his attention away once more. Looking down at the screen from the corner of his vision, Wyndell’s brow furrowed at the proclamation, and the repeated advisement to seek further shelter.

His gaze shooting up ad to where the cave entrance had once been, Wyndell’s throat dried in an instant, and his chest tried to seize tight. Lydia and Janks were both down on their knees, scrabbling at the rocks and other debris that had suddenly filled the passage. Janks seemed alright, but Lydia was bleeding from her head somewhere, and quite profusely at that. Shoving the two glowing orbs into Misty’s hands, Wyndell wrapped her fingers and hands in his, looking into her eyes with as much impetus as he could.

“Run.”

Misty looked up at him from her hands. Wyndell took a half step back and pointed down the lighted tunnel and couldn’t keep the emotion from raising his voice.

“Run Misty! Now! GO!!”

Hitching the PCT up as best he could, Wyndell sprinted to where Lydia knelt, now staring almost blankly at what had been uncovered. Malaki’s cybernetic arm, though no longer attached. Malaki. Wyndell felt something stir in him, but one thing that his survival thus far had instilled in him was to trust the instinct on when to keep moving. And right now, that instinct was screaming at him, at the top of its metaphorical lungs. Wyndell placed a hand on Lydia’s arm, as the cave shook and rumbled with the shockwave of another near miss.

“Lydia, with have go. We can’t stay here.”

Lydia didn’t move. She hardly even seemed to register that he was even there.

“Lydia, he’s gone. Let him go. He wouldn’t want any of us to die trying to save his corpse.”

Looking over at Janks, Wyndell repeated his imperative.

“Janks, get the hell out of here! Now!”

Taking one last look at Malaki’s severed augment, and then at Lydia’s blank and blood covered gaze, Wyndell closed his eyes and said his goodbyes.

“Forgive me Lydia, but I have cause to believe that you aren’t currently in the best of sorts.”

And with that, he turned and pulled Lydia to her feet, and then bent to throw her over his shoulders. He quickly regretted the move, as his middle aged knees of a scientist tried to buckle beneath him. But again, survival instincts provided a solution as an endorphin cocktail hit his central nervous system, and the pain disappeared as soon as it came. With one last rumble, and a final glance back, Wyndell moved as quickly as an out-of-shape man in his mid-forties with a women slung over his shoulders could manage. Maybe a little faster even.

tgva8889
2008-03-10, 11:57 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Within the Cave of Brother Human

For those first few moments, Lydia could feel time slow down. She could feel her brain register faster than everything around her moved. Air whistled in her ears. Crushing sound around her blotted out everything else. Then, she felt a sudden and sharp pain as her body met the ground.

Turning behind her, she noticed Malaki was missing. Her eyes dart about, but the warm liquid streaming down her face was blinding. Brushing it from her face, she realized that it was definitely not what she had believed. With one hand firmly against her head, she stared down the tunnel as Janks fled the scene. Unable to bring herself to her feet, she crawled back, trying to bring words to her mouth. It was hard. The splitting headache made it hard to push forward, but Lydia did. No matter what, she wouldn't lose him. Not after this.

Then she saw it. At first she thought it was just her imagination. But there was no doubting the steel arm. Moving her hand away from her head to assist in her movement, Lydia reached the arm. She quickly began to drag it away from the wreckage, only to realize that there was no weight behind it. Reaching for stones, Lydia did the only thing she could do in her current mind set: she dug. She dug like her mind, her body, her very core being depended on it for survival. Stones flew behind her as the earth shook, but she continued. Though it had not been a great deal of time, she had almost moved an entire pile of stones. None of that mattered. Only he mattered. Only his being was important now.

Failure only compounded the pain. Lydia could feel it now, but it was not in her head. Reaching down, she touched the metal of the arm. She felt it beneath her own blood. The cool touch of the steel...she remembered watching his paralyzed features. You couldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. She stopped moving. Lydia stopped everything and just cried. Her tears fell upon the arm, cleansing small parts of it where her blood now shone bright red.

There was a voice behind her. Lydia could hear it saying something, something about leaving, but she would not go. It didn't matter what the voice said, there was nothing. Death was her fate. She deserved that horrid fate. No matter what, she deserved to fail. Never should she be allowed another chance. Sitting here, with the dead remains of her...it gave her solace knowing that Malaki's body was somewhere nearby.

Lydia felt her body moving suddenly. Her arms reached out to grasp the arm as an instinct, getting a solid grip around it. Some of the blood had dried, leaving Lydia's hands somewhat stuck to the alloy itself. Nonetheless, Lydia held on to it for dear life. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist whatever it was that was carrying her. Movement was simply beyond her. Some form of liquid continued to stream down her face, but this time Lydia knew what it was. Holding tightly on the last piece of the love of her life, Lydia waited for doom to grasp her and take her to meet him.

The_Snark
2008-03-11, 05:06 AM
Caroline Walker- Within the Cave of Brother Human

Caroline tastes blood. It takes her a moment to realize what must have happened with her memories of the last few seconds so scrambled; she'd fallen over. Three thousand years of information—no surprise that it had temporarily overloaded her, really.

She gets up slowly, feeling to make sure that there is no serious damage from the fall, and realizes halfway up that the others are picking themselves up off the ground too, and there is a large rockfall near the entrance to the cave. She stands as quickly as she can, testing her legs. Her knees and shins were mildly bruised from the fall; her temporary paralysis had left her unable to bend and soften the blows, she extrapolates.

Her hearing is ringing for some reason, as if a loud noise had shocked her ears; she distantly recalls one. "Move," she adds calmly to Wyndell's exhortation, voice loud enough to reach around the cavern and penetrate the slight deafness the others might also have been feeling. "Now." With a glance out at the cave mouth, Caroline follows her own advice, moving at a rapid jog deeper into the caves. The remaining spheres tug at her memory; she hates to leave the knowledge stored within them, but she only has two hands, and there was no practical way to carry more while moving fast.

Now that she has decided on a course of action, there is time for thought again. I wonder. How close is the connection? Are they capable of monitoring all my thought processes? The thought is initially unnerving, especially since they would be listening if this were the case, but after a second, Caroline firmly rejects that feeling. I have done nothing to be ashamed of. And if they are attempting to preserve what has lasted of humanity through the last few millenia, our goals are the same. It doesn't matter. It is more efficient if at least one half of our communication is instantaneous. That worry is discared, but to Caroline, who had been used to being able to feel what happened inside a computer as easily as she could see or hear, the feeling of not knowing quite how the connection has been established is a niggling oddity. She can feel, in some indefinable way, that she has been altered, and is being altered further. She doesn't object, far from it—but the feeling is peculiar, like not knowing how many fingers she might have the next time she used her hands.

In case their access is not total and direct, she continues to think messages to them. My interface is a prototype, and the systems are dated. Upgrade them as necessary. Humanity is leaving the galaxy? What happened? Are there no longer sufficient habitable planets? Other speculations, such as warfare with some nonhuman lifeform or interstellar plague, rapidly spring to mind and begin sorting themselves in order of estimated probability—extremely loose estimates, but she knew enough of what had been accepted science three thousand years ago to make guesses. Intelligent nonhuman lifeforms were all too possible, as she had witnessed earlier; virulent, widespread plague or the ecological destruction of too many planets could also make it necessary to leave the galaxy.

ubersquid
2008-03-11, 10:20 AM
Janks - Within the Cave of Brother Human

Digging frantically for the rest of Malaki's body, Janks suddenly looks up as he hears disconcerting noises from above. As he sees Wyndell already taking care of Lydia, he builds himself up, still watching the ceiling.

"Janks, get the hell out of here! Now!"

"Not the first time, this seems to be the most viable option."

With that, Janks sneers and runs backwards, sticking close to Wyndell and Lydia and keeping an eye on anything that might come down from the roof. As they enter the hallway, he finally turns around and runs down next to them.

"Getting a bit tired of the running part, though."

Inspectre
2008-03-12, 03:44 PM
Seeing that Giovanni was content to leave him alone for the moment, Matthias continued to chuckle at his own joke. When the other man had finally disappeared from sight, presumably to locate and enter the nearest airlock, Matthias stopped and wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes.

"Ah, I needed that. It's been so long since I've had a good laugh, particularly at my own expense. Well, let's see what's so important about this ship other than a hopefully functional jump drive." Matthias remarked to no-one in particular, pushing himself back up onto his feet.

Wiping away the last of the tears, Matthias blinks and looks up and down the length of the ship again. The ship was from his time period, which meant unless it had been heavily modified since, he might have a memory of its blueprints. He had studied ship design extensively, both as a pirate and for a brief time as a scientist to help ensure the jump drive prototypes didn't fry the crew upon use. It was entirely possibly that he had the floorplans to this particularly model of ship rattling around in his brain somewhere. If not, the airlock and connecting hallway would be a fairly obvious place to start blindly searching.

Continuing to think, Matthias moves onto the ramp and starts to approach the ship.

"Giovanni! Have you found an entrance yet!?" Matthias calls, hoping that his faith in the perversity of the universe was wrong, and he wasn't about to walk around the side of the ship to find Giovanni's entrails splattered all over the floor by some alien horror.

Mordokai
2008-03-13, 04:26 AM
Misty Reviere, Cave of Brother Human

After watching the shooting stars for a few moments, Misty hears Wyndell's voice behind her, calling her. Soon after that, her arm is grabbed by his and she is dragged back into the cave. Soon after that, a world seems to errupt in mix of noise and light and she feels herself being thrown up into the air and sails a few feet back into the cave. Landing more then gently, she quickly picks herself up and checks for injuries. Luckily, nothing more than few bruises and cuts appear to be there. And the ringing in her ears, but from the looks of it, she was spared the brunt of force. Looking around, her heart comes to a stop. Seeing Lydia and Janks digging around the boulders, she also notices that Malaki is missing.

No, no. This cannot be! Not Malaki too!

But she doesn't have time to ponder on it anymore. After Wyndell pushes two of the mysterious globes in her hands and yells to her to run she listens to him withput thinking too much. Looking back over her shoulder, she sees Wyndell following her with Lydia over his shoulders. She seems to be bleeding profusely and is almost catatonic.

Poor Lydia, this can't be good for her. She wasn't very stable before, how will she cope with this? She'll need all the help she can get.

Then, despite the seriousness of the situation, she smiles inwardly.

Won't we all?

Gig_Complex
2008-03-15, 12:56 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

Turning to the amnesiac next to him Oscar smiles,

I like the way you think mate, but first I want to see if this terminal has any info on why the hell we are where we are and what the hell happened to us.

Afterwards he shouts back into the cyro room,

Hey you two want to hurry up with whatever you're doing in there, wouldn't want to leave you all alone in this bloody place.

Pwenet
2008-03-16, 11:25 AM
Narration #5 - Separation Anxiety

Repository for the Long Night

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.

The NarrationHaving decided on a course of action you start wondering about the nature of the changes that are taking place within you. Yet as things change, you get a sense that what is being added is a wireless capability, something that originally was not included in the upgrades made to you. Yet this is not the standard “wireless” of your era, for it seems to be using a different set of technologies.

As you think the questions over to the spheres, you almost instantly receive a reply.

The galaxy has become unsolvable. The scourge has infested 79% of known inhabitable words, with 15% expected to be infested by the end of this solar year. Attempts at immunization are ineffective due to massive genetic manipulation of the human species to protect ourselves against the ‘Reamination’ species and records were lost as to the original non-modified humans genetic templates in key sections.

It was decided to evacuate the few uninfected survivors to another galaxy that has not yet been on the path of the scourge. The Arks are preparing for the journey for the past 300 years and shortly they will arrive at this harvesting planet to collect supplies harvested by the local slaves. You will be picked up then.

You and your surviving kin must survive due to being from an era pre-reanimation treatment. This adds to the diversity rating based upon the survivors we discovered on this planet previously.

Cliché Statement: You may hold the key to survival within your genes.

At this point you are somewhat behind Wyndell who is carrying Lydia amazingly well for his physical status when the ceiling collapses. You quickly determine that another impact must have occurred and you come to a halt, stopping the others behind you before they run into the debris falling from the ceiling. Judging by the amount of debris it would be nearly impossible to safely excavate your way out with only your hands.

Looking around you see that the cave-in has opened up another side tunnel to the side. Stepping through it you come upon a sight. A large natural cavern, supported with a series of metallic columns. In it are countless upon countless metallic boxes, each other them sealed with a small metallic sphere that you are holding in your hands hooked up to them.

You have arrived at the repository. Here are supplies that will be transferred to the Ark upon its arrival. Establishing link with ancient terminal.

Sensations rush through you, and for a second you swear that you are trapped within a small box. Then your mind splits, and you start processing the sensations to be you connecting to Wyndell PTA. Moving around you find that you are able to take over basic functions, and even establish communications.



Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.

The NarrationRunning ahead of Wyndell holding the two spheres in your hands, you pause for a second and let Wyndell pass you, for he looks to be struggling holding Lydia who looks to be in a state of severe shock. As they pass you start to move when the ground starts to shake under your feet.

Pausing to catch your balance you find that this is a very good thing to happen for suddenly the ceiling collapses in front of you. Instinct kicks in and you jump backwards as rocks and dirt fall from the ceiling, cave-in the section of tunnel in front of you. Gathering your wits you pick yourself up and even a quick look reveals that the cave-in is so severe that it would be impossible to clear.

Looking around you see a side-tunnel has opened up with Caroline already making her way into it. You also see that Ranks is still with you as well. As for the status of Wyndell you have no idea, but you think he was clear of the cave-in at the other side of it.

Without much choice you follow Caroline down a short tunnel into a large natural cavern enhanced and supported with a variety of metal columns reaching into the ceiling. Stacked to nearly the roof of the cavern are boxes, all of them big enough to comfortably fit you and a small bedroom. Each of them has one of the spheres attached to them, glowing slightly enough to provided a comfortable level of illumination within the chamber.

Looking around you can see paths leads through the boxes, some of which might lead to another exit.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationStaying close to Wyndell who is carrying Lydia you are surprised by how well that hold scientist is carrying the woman and able to move. Then again having rocks from outer space crashing into the area where you are helps with physical matters.

Keeping an eye on the ceiling of the cavern you notice the telltale signs that the structural integrity is about to collapse. Then you see the cracks form, and your instincts scream bloody murder at you that it is able to collapse now. Slightly behind Wyndell at this point you shove him forward while pushing yourself back, and not a moment too soon for the ceiling collapses in front of you.

The cave-in is a severe one, with the debris seemingly never stopping as your scrabble backwards away from the rocks and dirt. Yet eventually balance is reached and the cave-in stops. Picking yourself up you easily notice that the amount of debris that have fallen prevents any clearing of the tunnel without heavy equipment that you are lacking.

Looking around you notice that Caroline, with a faraway look to her eyes and Misty are also trapped in this section of the tunnel. Yet all is not bad for looking to the side you notice that a new tunnel has been revealed. With Caroline and Misty already making their ways into it and with no other real option available to you, you too follow them.

Down another short tunnel the three of you emerge into a large natural cavern supported by a series of metallic columns reaching into the ceiling of the cavern. Stacked to the ceiling are rows upon rows of large boxes, large enough to count as a small room in a small apartment. Each one of them has a glowing sphere on them, pulsing slightly and illuminating the chamber enough to see.

Your eyes geared for construction notice that what you are seeing is impossible, for the size of the chamber and the recent geological activity and asteroid impacts should have caved in the chamber, yet something else is at work, and if it has held up so far, you would probably be safe here for a little while until things calm down outside.

At that point you realize that you have not heard anything that you were hearing in the tunnel. No near-misses, no thunder strikes, no debris. In this chamber all that you can hear is the breathing of you and your companions.

The Hallowed Chamber
Firespark – Wydell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing it's functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationGrabbing a fellow human being and throwing them over your shoulders is typically a very bad idea. You back makes this clear as several loud popping sounds are heard from It and a few muscles decide to scream in protest. Yet the rush of endorphins turns you into a weak version of a soldier and you are able to force yourself deeper into the cavern. Very lucky for you is that fact that Lydia is not struggling against you, just holding the severed artificial arm of Malaki in her arms.

Then the prediction from your significantly advanced PCT comes true for nothing other than a direct strike on top of the chamber you were fleeing takes place, causing the entrance to the cave to cave in and sending violent shudders through the ground. Failing to keep your balance you fall forward, throwing Lydia in front of you with you sliding down the descending tunnel, with your uncontrolled passage moving the two of you ahead of everyone else. For a second you swear that someone pushed you.

In hindsight in many ways this is a good then for shortly behind you the ceiling collapses. Being in a position to see the collapse you notice that nobody else was close to the collapsing section, which is good that there will not be a repeat of what happened to Malaki. Yet this is bad as well for it has separated you and Lydia from the rest of the party.

The tremors soon cease though the ceiling continues to leak dirt and a few smaller stones, indicating that the stability of it is in question. Recovering your bearings you find that you have arrived at the entrance to a much larger chamber.

Your eyes are drawn to the metallic structure resting within the support lattice beams holding it in place, which rests a ship. Not only is it a ship, but it is a ship from your original time, one that you dimly remember the name of:

Chasing the Second Star

A ship that you recall vanished without a trace. Of course rumors flew about what happened to it, everything from a mis-jump leaving it stranded in the void of space without a way home to aliens destroying it to it being captured by the Frozen Man. Yet now here it is sitting in front of you, looking like it took a pounding but otherwise intact.

Seeing a ramp leading from the outcropping that you are resting on you can see the shape of Matthias Conway heading towards a open hatchway on the ship.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound on the forehead.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationClutching the severed arm, your head wound continues to bleed as you bounce around on the shoulders of Wyndell as he runs away from the grave of Malaki. Not much matters to you as you watch the pile shrink away and vanish as Wyndell turns around a corner.

As you move, you see Janks behind the two of you running as well, watching the ceiling intently. For a second panic flashes over his face, and his arms reach out quickly, pushing Wyndell and sending the two of you flying down the tunnel.

Then the ceiling collapses, yet thanks to Janks the two of you clear the worst of it, only getting a coating of dirt over you and a few smaller stones bouncing off you not causing any additional harm besides a few bruises. This processes through your shell-shocked mind as the two of you tumble down the tunnel until you both come to a rest.

Still clutching the arm you sit up, and see that the tunnel emerges into a large natural cavern, with what appears to be a ship resting in a lattice network of metal. Even though you have no formal education in ships you do recognize it as one that was in used before you were frozen.

There is a ramp leading from your location to the ship itself and you can see a figure which might be Conway yet you are not sure for you think you might be seeing Malaki as well.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationLooking over the ship and the multitude of ship designs bouncing around within your ancient skull, you find that you do recognize the class of ship. It seems to be a fairly common long-range exploration scout type vessel, one that go for a long ways without resupplying. However the issue with that is that those types of ships were easily customizable due to their nature. Even looking over the outer hull you can see that changes have been made, but even with those the basic underlying design of the ship should be similar to what you remember.

Moving along the ramp you yell out to Giovanni yet get no reply when a sudden series of crashing noises direct your attention behind you. By this point you are half-way across the ramp, and turning around you see Wyndell and Lydia on the ground, covered with dirt with Lydia holding something metal in her arms, but you can’t make out the details.

Within the Tomb of Metal – The Airlock
mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationBacking against the wall you try to move around the robot floating in the air but it nimbly zips around and stays in front of you, blocking escape. The appendage that it was pointing at you moves in closer, then a blinding light emerges from it.

Blinking rapidly your eyes try to adjust to the sudden influx of light being shoved into them but fail. You trying to turn and move but the thing makes even more noises, almost sounding angry at your attempts to move and matches your movements, while keeping the blinding light in your eyes. You can hear other metallic noises and various things warming up, none of which sound pleasant.

Within the Tomb of Metal – Emergency Cyro-Stasis Chamber
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationArriving at the terminal you start trying to access it. Your fingers type out security codes from memory and the screen flickers, filling with random code. Then it slowly stabilizes and a simple line of text appears.

BUZI Remote Interface

Good evening Master Erickson, congratulations on your survival and awakening. I have cornered the following unidentified crewmember besides Brother Human who was given root access to all systems. What do you wish me to do for I am unable to communicate with Brother Human at this time?

[b]Please Select
Probe for information using Plasma Cutter and Liquid Nitrogen Spray
Terminate
Quick and Painlessly
Slow and Painful
Release and Follow Subject
Other

Beneath the line of text the screen fades in with static and a video feed appears, showing a brightly illuminated face of a man, looking a bit worse for wear, clad in what appears to be a badly damaged cyro-stasis jumpsuit that is colored in prisoner colors. He tries to move out of the camera view while attempting to see but the camera follows him.

Memories flash behind your eyes and you remember that BUZI was the simple little robot that [b]Ezekiel Jordan had. How it had survived all this time is a miracle, let alone the fact that it now captured another human.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationLooking over the shoulder of Erickson you watch as a interface appears to what appears to be BUZI, the simple robot owned by one of the other survivors. Looking at the live video feed it appears that he managed to corner another human. Looking a bit worse for wear, as if he went through a really long and tough day, he is clad in what appears to be a cyro-stasis suit that is colored with colors that prisoners wear. He keeps trying to move away from the camera but it stays with him. Judging by how well his face is lit up it would be a reasonable guess that he is blinded by the light.

Looking over the diagram of the ship you realize that the scene is taking place near an airlock, which would be a couple-minute jog from your present location. You also realize that the armory is between your section and where this scene is taking place.

Mornir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationOOC: Please refer to previous narration

Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationOOC: Nothing to work with, please help yourself by helping me by trying other things/posting more. Thanks!

TheOutlander
2008-03-16, 06:27 PM
Thoft- Second Generation, Within the tomb of metal

"Blinded by the light, revved up like a duce, another runner in the night..."€
Went through Thoft's head as he saw the man squinting, athough his instinct was to capture the man.
Capture him? What the hell?
"Can that thing escort him up here?" Thoft asked, reaching for memories that kept themselves at arms length.

something about this was familiar, what it was, he couldn't place.
he knew one thing, he did not trust that man's health to a robot.

Was his decision to meet this man because of some police training he had in an earlier life? or merely reaching out to connect to another living being? Thoft needed time, time he didn't have.

He'd make time.

By the time the others had looked up from the console, he was on his way to that entrance.

Maybe I used to be an olympic sprinter...

ForzaFiori
2008-03-16, 07:33 PM
shielding his eyes with one hand, Giovanni raises his other "alright, i give, i give. just get that light outta my eyes. I'll leave and everything he says, backing up towards the exit now. As he does, he calls out towards the exit Conway, you still out there? Anyone? Theres some funky robot thing in here no offense ment, robot, and I dont think it wants me getting by it.

Gig_Complex
2008-03-17, 09:17 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

Well I'll be damned guys, it looks like the ship crasher is a fellow cryo baby, and a prison one at that.

Shouting over his shoulder in hopes the others in the cryo room will make their way over,

Hey Ezekiel! I found your little robo buddy, he's got the intruder pinned like a rat.

Turning to Thoft with the first smile to cross his face since waking up he replies to the man's inquiry,

Don't know, this is Ezekiel's little bot so he'd be the one to know how to run it. I think it'd be smart to make our way there though, that way the guy can't skip off while we wait. So I say we leave BUZI to Ezekiel and make our way to the guy in the orange jumpsuit.

Noticing that Thoft was already on his way to the entrance, Oscar punches in the command telling the little robot to hold the intruder there, preferably without killing him, as he caught up to Thoft.

Shades of Gray
2008-03-18, 10:12 PM
Shade, New Generation

ugh

Shad follows Oscar.

Nice robot. he says, a slight smirk on his face. He looks around for anything like a pole to lean on/use as a walking stick.

TheOutlander
2008-03-19, 01:57 PM
Thoft- The Second Generation

He was getting closer, somehow, he could feel it. An Ache in head, it could be the lactic acid that his body was creating by running so hard so quickly, but there was a definate ache.

No, not an ache, it developed into an icecream headache, but the cold.. was voices...
the voices... aggh.. the more he ran, the louder they became, running, yelling, screaming, rocks falling from the sky...

The pain in his head became unbearable.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Thoft said, dropping to his knees, and holding his head.

What is happening? What is-

FireSpark
2008-03-19, 10:09 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - The Hallowed Chamber
For a moment, Wydell felt he was still slogging forward, but the sudden realization that there was no longer any weight on his shoulders snapped him back to focus. Pushing himself up with aching arms, Wyndell tried vainly to shake the dirt from his face. As his vision steadied, the image of Lydia sprawled out further ahead pulled his awareness fully back to the present moment. Pushing himself up to one knee, then quickly to his feet, Wyndell tried to take in his current surroundings. Lydia was lying a few feet from him, though she was still bleeding from the head, at least she was still breathing. The thing that took a moment to register, then exploded into recognition, astounded him. What Wyndell had originally only recognized as background was in fact a starship, and a familiar one at that, though he couldn’t immediately place why.

A sudden noise of grinding rock whipped Wyndell’s head around from the monstrous vessel. The sight of the rock filled passage caused his mind to seize and his heart to sink. Everything else flew from his thoughts as Wyndell stumbled to the cave in, even the PCT slid from his shoulder, the first practically for the time since he found it. Everything was forgotten as his mind whirled in his head, something inside him trying to maintain control, and failing miserably. The internal struggle and strife began to make its way onto Wyndell’s face, and the mix of fear, pain, and distress pulled at him quite physically. Falling to his knees before the rock fall, his hands reached out to try in vain to pull or push at something, and then the only thing left came to voice.

“Misty.”

No. This can’t be happening. Yes it can, and is. You can’t save them all. Heck, you’ll all probably wind up dying. Nooo!

“Misty! MISTY!!”

You’re wasting your time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, I am so sorry. I tried.”

I tried. Yes you did. I failed. What did you really expect?

Wyndell’s hands came up to his face as he hunched over before the rock fall. His whole body began to shake and shudder, as his internal emotions tore at him, and his eyes felt as though they were burning. But no tears came, despite how he tried.

When will it end? It won’t.

tgva8889
2008-03-20, 12:53 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - The Hallowed Chamber

Lydia cannot feel physical pain. A large block feels as though it has formed in her brain, directly where any feeling would occur. Her only thought is to grasp the arm as though it held her soul inside it and never ever consider the thought of releasing it. Inside that arm, that once piece of him, was Lydia's peace of mind. It kept her steady in thought, at least as steady as she could be for now. She had watched the rocks fall. She had seen him buried. And now she was holding his last remnants. Had her mind been working normally, Lydia would have thought of a witty comment for her situation, but alas, now she could only grieve.

Her heavy wound was not helping matters. Though she knew she was crying in torrents, she couldn't feel her tears through the massive amounts of blood cruising down her face. For a moment, she put the arm down, but only long enough to catch a breath. She wished for the stone to just come falling down upon her. Lydia wanted to be with him so very much.

Her mind was beginning to start kicking back into survival mode again, but her body refused to react. Twice she tried to stand, twice her legs rejected the order. Grasping hard on Malaki's arm, Lydia found no method of movement plausible without neglecting her current saving grace. Mentally, she began blocking it out of existence just to keep herself from drowning in her sorrows once again. Though if she didn't do something quickly, she would start drowning in her own blood.

Lydia's free hand came to her head for a moment. It hurt. Lydia had felt wounds like this before, and it didn't seem to hurt as much as it should have, which troubled her for a moment. The lack of blood was beginning to get to her, and Lydia felt her head getting lighter. Perhaps this is why I can think clearly again: my mind is figuring out that I'm totally screwed unless I do something about this. Still too lightheaded to even think about standing up balanced, Lydia decided to just start talking. The words were much harder to form with all her blood leaving her body through the topmost part, but she figured it out. "Something is telling me it's bad that I can't see straight. And that I can't remember what comes between 7 and 9." Off in the distance, she noticed someone there, but she consciously began rejecting the figure's existence due to it's similarity to him.

Only once Wyndell charged the stone wall and started yelling did Lydia realize he wasn't carrying her anymore. Unable to move, Lydia did the only other thing she thought she could do that might help: talk. "Wyndell, we're alive. She's alive, too. Do you hear any more crashing? I think, for now, the stone's stopped falling." And you're still bleeding like a waterfall. "By the way, do you know anything about head wounds? Because all I know is that there's something silvery over there and that there's something red coming out of my noggin."

The_Snark
2008-03-20, 01:24 AM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night

Caroline asked a single question of the spheres as the vast forest of crates came into view, stretching onwards further than she could see. More would come later, but she had thought of so many possible answers to this one as the spheres spoke that she judged it to be the most urgent. If only to free her thoughts to something of more immediate relevance. Even she could hardly avoid thinking about what had nearly doomed the human race.

What scourge? Another form of intelligent life? A disease? Oh, if only her processors were not so dissimilar from theirs! After years of communicating in lines of perfect data, of thinking in those same lines, it was humiliating to be stymied by something as outdated as linguistics—for the word scourge could mean either a disease or a hated foe! Language, actual language, was the best means of communications she had with the spheres, and how slow and inaccurate it could be.

She walked forwards, gesturing to the other two to follow her. A moment of disorientation struck her as she sensed two places at once; then the difficulty resolved itself before she could so much as stumble. It was exactly like being connected to a computer system—in fact, that was what it was. She just hadn't expected it without being physically connected to a computer.

Clearly, the spheres had made progress with her.

A rapid exploration of the new system available to her made it fairly clear that the new system was the computer the engineer Terrari had been carrying. The spheres had connected to that, too. Good; we can reestablish contact with the others. She sets up a very simple command, and the PCT began pinging faintly; the following words, in the very simplest of programs, appeared in a black window on the screen.

WYNDELL TERRARI. PLEASE RESPOND IF ABLE _ The blinking underscore was a near-universal cue for input; if he, or anybody else nearby, could respond, that and the noise should be enough to tell them that they should do so.

Her next thoughts are for the spheres again. Where next? Should we wait here for the ark, or elsewhere?

ubersquid
2008-03-21, 08:28 AM
"Janks" - Repository for the Long Night

Janks slowly steps through the cavern, gazing at the columns at first. Pushing his hand against one of them he looks up at the ceiling with a worried look. He is clearly surprised by it's sturdiness, despite of it's fragile appearance. The lack of any more crash sounds however gives his mind a bit of ease. Still looking up occasionally he now turns towards the boxes.

"Damn... What is this place again now? Is this what the old robot-guy wanted us to see? Any of you two birds have an idea what's going on?"

"...Wonder what's in there."

Striking his hand over the surface of one of the boxes, Janks looks for a hatch or a lever that would open it.

"We need some tools, preferably an excavator or something... We need to dig through to the others, they should be still alive, right?"

Janks keeps walking around the box and pulls at one side of it with full force, effortlessly for now. Suddenly he looks at Caroline.

"Luv, don't just stand about. Could you have a look if this cave has any more exits?"

Inspectre
2008-03-21, 10:26 AM
Matthias is only perhaps halfway up the ramp when with the loud crash of a cave-in behind him, Lydia and Wyndell appear at the mouth of the tunnel leading into the ship's cavern berth. Although he couldn't tell what the two of them were carrying, he was still able to make out the sight of blood at this distance which certainly wasn't good.

At last hearing a reply from Giovanni, Matthias is relieved that the man is alive afterall and he wasn't about to stumble over his corpse. However, due to distance and the bulk of the ship now in between them, Giovanni's shounting only clued Matthis in that he was alive, and something about a robot. Yet another science fiction marvel come to life. He really would have to go looking for that magic sword later.

Unfortunately, Matthias had more important issues to deal with now than even a robot. Cupping his hands over his mouth, Matthias shouted back to Giovanni, "That's great! We have wounded out here, so don't piss Robby off and get out here, okay!?

Turning away from the ship, no longer a death sentence since it seemed to be inhabited by robots rather than starving alien beasts, Matthias runs down the ramp to join Wyndell and Lydia. The good doctor, although covered in dust and looking frayed around the edges, was still up and dramatically shouting and clawing at the newly formed stone wall blocking the tunnel. Lydia, meanwhile, was lying fairly motionless on the ground with a profously bleeding head wound. So the choice over who to visit first was obvious.

Moving over to kneel beside Lydia, Matthias tried to examine her head wound to determine the extent of the damage while reviewing the ancient first aid program he took. Now quite close, Matthias could identify the item she had been craddling in her arms as Malakai's metallic arm. It was now sitting peacefully beside her, and raised a whole slew of questions.

A whole slew of questions which would have to wait until whatever trauma had just happened was no longer fresh in minds and had passed on to memory. Carefully, Matthias moves the arm aside, allowing him to kneel directly beside Lydia. While doing so, he addressed her in a low and what he hoped was reassuring voice.

"Hello Lydia, it's Matthias. Seems these caverns are rather unstable, huh? You have a head wound but I don't think it's too serious. I seem to remember hearing that head wounds bleed far more than other sorts, so they just look ugly. I don't think we have any medical supplies here, but I think we can bandage it up without too much problem."

Even while giving voice to this false confidence, Matthias was looking around for something to use as a bandage, but unfortunately there was nothing. He really should have tried to hang onto one of those first aid kits better, but the carnage of the crash landing had forced him to leave all of his gear behind. But then he looked down at his prisoner uniform, and the act immediately followed the thought. Tugging experimentally on the right sleeve of his cryo-suit, Matthias attempts to find some to the stitches holding it in place. Then, using the only cutting impliment available to him, his teeth, Matthias attempts to tear the sleeve off, and from there fashion several crude bandages out of it. Hopefully his limited first aid would enable him to properly bind Lydia's head wound to stop the flow of blood. Then they could worry about any other injuries she or Wyndell had.

The_Snark
2008-03-21, 02:46 PM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night

"It's a supply repository," Caroline replied to Janks' questions. "Intended for use on an intergalactic journey. The ships that are taking them will, apparently, be arriving relatively soon." She walked forward a few steps, into the rows of crates. The overly familiar references, she ignored; she was fortunate enough that most of the surviving inmates of the convict ship had been fairly reasonable and capable, considering what they could have been. (A vision of a group of ill-shaven brutes incapable of thinking much past the immediate consequences of their actions springs to mind.) It barely mattered what she was called, as long as she knew who was being addressed.

How soon will the Arks arrive? Hours? Weeks? Years?

ubersquid
2008-03-22, 09:03 AM
"Janks" - Repository for the Long Night


"Intended for use on an intergalactic journey. The ships that are taking them will, apparently, be arriving relatively soon."


"Oh right i knew that... NOT! Did the robot-guy sing this to you? Maybe someone could tell me what the hell is going on here for a change instead of playing silly marble games!"

Janks grumbles as he continues to pry open the box.

Pwenet
2008-03-22, 09:23 AM
Narration #6 – Nightmares in the Depths of the Past

Repository for the Long Night

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.

The NarrationWhat scourge? Another form of intelligent life? A disease?”

The mental question sent out to the spheres returns only silence for a time. You can dimly hear dim whispers in the background, as if there was rapid communication going on, but it is like trying to focus on a conversation at the opposite end of a busy bar on St. Patrick’s Day while the people are whispering to each other. Yet you can detect a hint of deceit, as if they don’t want you to know the entire truth.

The scourge can be classified as a ‘disease’ at this present time. It has rendered the galaxy inhabitable and we were created to seed planets with primitive human life to gather supplies for the [unable to translate] to survive their journey as they [flee/retreat/cower/explore] away from this galaxy.

As this answer runs through you the connection is established between you and Wyndell PCT. It is child’s play to take over the system, however altered they may be, and display a simple message for him to reply to. While you wait your next question come to mind.

Where next? Should we wait here for the ark, or elsewhere?

This chamber is a mass fragmented and reassemble array to be used. At this time the technology has not been perfected to allow living sentient organic matter such as you and the other [survivors/holy ones/doombringers/saviors] to survive. You should continue to explore to see what the future holds.

As you take some time to answer Janks question your final question at this time is sent over the connection you now share with the spheres.

The Ark will arrive anytime between the next 3 [minutes/hours/days/weeks] to 26.3 [months/years/decades/centuries]. Exact timing is unavailable due to the quarantine protocol, but it is suggested that you do not linger in this chamber.

Hearing a sliding sound you turn and see that Janks has been able to effortlessly open up one of the containers. As the door slides open you catch a glimpse of the text on it, and while at first you eyes only see gibberish, your mind then takes over and translates it.

DANGER! Chasing the Second Star – Emergency Supplies and Specimen – Temporal Stasis Unit – DANGER!

Lights activate within the container, and you can see stacked items that you recognize as common emergency kits and supplies that were in use from your own era. Medical Kits, Repair Kits, foodstuffs and even some weapons are stacked. Yet in the back of the container rests a large device, which looks suspiciously like a cyro-stasis tube yet heavily modified. There are no less than 12 of the spheres attached to it, all of them looking dim, but giving enough light to see through the clear covering of the chamber.

Then suddenly you go blind.

Warning – Specimen has breached quarantine – Allowed access to chamber – Do not approach the specimen. Do not look upon the specimen. We have shut down your optic nerves for your own protection. Take 5 steps back and 2 to the left and leave now! With your left hand you can reach a ancient medical kit, with the right you can get a weapon. Leave NOW before final power is extinguished!

Your hear screams of agony, loss and despair around you and you follow the directions, blindly grabbing what the spheres tell you and take the steps that they have provided.

Your vision will return shortly, we apologize for the delay but the chamber but be sealed before you can see again


Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.

The NarrationDeciding to let the others take the lead in deciding what to do at this point, you watch Janks and Caroline converse and Janks opens up the door to one of the containers. The spheres that you are holding seem to heat up slightly, as if they are trying to warn you of something as the doors open.

Inside the container is what can be best described as anything that was not locked down taking from a ship like the one you escaped from and assembled neatly into a small chamber. Your eyes easily find various supplies, such as medical equipment, repair tools, spare parts, weapons and even personal items. You grab a backpack to hold the containers into by instinct and have time to grab another item of your choice before your eyes are drawn towards the far end of the chamber.

You get a flash of what appears to be a heavily modified cyro-stasis tube, connected by no less than 12 of the spheres, all of them looking dim and worn out.

Rain washes over you as the poisons you so cleverly crafted course through your veins. You wanted to cause pain, you wanted the person to suffer, more than anything they have suffered before, and as your body screams for mercy towards you and finding none you look up to see Wyndell standing over you, looking like an Olympic god, clad in a simple pair of pants. Coughing up blood you try to reach up to him as he holds up a small vial, which contains the cure, the antidote to all your pain and suffering. He smiles down at you and crushes it within his fist, the rain washing the liquid away. As your eyes start to loss focus he starts to decompose in front of you.

Standing within a court, you look around and you see all of those that you have killed sitting in the Jury box, clad in their finest clothes like they wore on the day of their deaths. Their decomposing features stare back at you with empty expressions, no blinking, no breathing, nothing.

Up ahead of you in the Judge chair sits Malakin who crashes his metallic arm to the gravel with his good one and screams out something. Your chair spins around and you see an ancient execution chamber with a device you know as a electric chair. Strapped into it is Wyndell struggling against his bonds as he screams for mercy in your voice. You see yourself clad in a black robe smiles sweetly and throw the switch and the lights died and screams emerge.

Standing within a meadow of flowers and grass, you feel the cool refreshing breeze wash over you. Not bothered by the lack of clothing or anyone else around you can sense the path to freedom, to escape as long as you do not step on the flowers. Rose petals start to slowly fall from the sky, and upon striking the ground turn into blood, rushing along the ground and your flesh, yet the path is intact. Instinct kicks in and you sprint, feeling the stick wet grass between your bare toes.

Reality rushes over you like a gut punch and you collapse as the memories of what you went through wash over you. Your eyes feel dry, as if the tear ducts have run dry from constant crying and you feel blood on your ears and eyes. Trying to ignore the sweat soaked clothing you are now wearing you work on controlling yourself. Focusing you can make out Janks looking similarly haggard and Caroline stumbling around as if she is blind. Whatever item you grabbed and the backpack are in your hands, and the open door to the container is to your side, with whatever was in that chamber out of sight.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAs you ask the question for Caroline to look around for additional exits, you tug at the door. It effortlessly starts to move, and you can see strange text that means nothing to you, however as the door opens dim lights activate, illuminating the interior of the chamber.

Stacked neatly along the walls are various supply kits that one would find within a ship from your era, along with weapons, personal items, spare parts, pretty much anything that would be found within a ship that could be removed. You have time to grab a two items of your choice before you look deeper into the container.

Your stomach starts to churn as you look towards the rear of the chamber, where you see 12 of the spheres connected to something that looks like one of the dreaded cyro-stasis tubes that started this nightmare for you. Blood rushes through your body, and you feel sudden fear, like those that you have wronged are about to attack you, tear you apart and rebuild you into a bizarre mockery of yourself. Like you were about to be tossed out an airlock, your lungs exploding as your attempt to hold your breath fails, your eyeballs exploding and tongue swelling up like a sausage as your blood boils out of your body, and yet you will not die.

A primitive scream rips through your throat and you stumble back blindly, surrounded by the zombies that you encountered on the Hope Killer. Your wrench was long lost, and all around you are the half-eaten animated remains of those that you have been trying to survive with, coming at you wanting to feast upon your flesh. As they start to work on you, your mind starts to devolve more and more into insanity.

You find yourself upon a nice meadow, standing among the flowers. Your lack of clothing does not bother you strangely. Looking around the paths leading out of the area are obvious, just as long as you do not step on any of the flowers you will be safe. Slowly rose petals start to fall from the sky, covering the path before they start to melt into blood, yet the path to leave remains. Hearing a roar you turn and see your worst nightmares approaching, and without a seconds hesitation you sprint down the path and make a hard turn.

Reality slaps you in the face like a spurned lover as you return to your senses. Drenched in sweat, you feel blood leaking from your nose and ears, and your throat is raw as if you were screaming your soul out. Turning you see Caroline stumbling as if she is blind, and Misty crying as if she lost her loved one, yet all of you have managed to escape the container. The door beacons to you, asking you to close it.

The Hallowed Chamber
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationAs you lie on the ground, lost within the mass of emotions that are tearing through you, your PCT beeps at you. Your sense of instinct takes over and your eyes move to look at it where it rests upon the ground, with the screen up facing you no less and you see that a black window has appeared, looking like an ancient DOS terminal window with a single line of text with a blinking cursor begging for input.

WYNDELL TERRARI. PLEASE RESPOND IF ABLE _

Other things come to your attention. Lydia words, Matthias approaching and starting to work on first air, and the fact that Lydia is leaking a decent amount of blood from her forehead.

The PCT starts making rapid beeps towards you and more text flashes over it.
DANGER – SCOURGE Quarantine Chamber Opened – Attempted containment – Attempting containment – Take shelter ASAP in event of Containment failure!


tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound on the forehead with a crude bandage. Entering shock and suffering from blood loss.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationSpeaking towards the grieving and emotionally Wyndell seems to help you focus, to ignore the gaping head wound on your head as Matthias comes and starts talking to you. He tears off part of his torn jumpsuit, and while it is not the most sterile of bandages it does serve to help slow the bleeding. Yet even with that you are starting to feel chilling and start shivering uncontrollably at times. Your extremities also start to go numb though you can still use them.

It seems that some of your words might have gotten through Wyndell for he starts to look down at his PCT again as it makes a series of dim beeps that apparently are coming from a far away distance. A strange echo to the beeps amuses you and you can’t help but to feel giddy over the beeps, which sound like something from a video game.

Part of you that is apparently sane and functional starts screaming that you are probably entering shock, and should seek medical treatment for humans like to keep their blood on the inside rather than on the outside. The bandaged wound starts to throb in agreement with every beat of your heart.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationApparently being the only sane one in this small group you take charge so to speak and tear off part of the torn and battered cyro-stasis jumpsuit that you are wearing and form a makeshift bandage which you apply to Lydia forehead. While it is beyond the shadow of a doubt not sterile or clean, it should serve to at least help slow the bleeding for the time being. Upon wrapping it around her head you see that the pressure it applies helps and the blood loss starts to slow.

Being in close proximity to her you notice how chilled she is becoming and how she is starting to shiver almost uncontrollably. From the basic first aid that you recall you realize that she is entering a state of shock most likely, and has lost a lot of blood. It would probably be a very good idea to find her a medical kit or something.

It also appears that Wyndell has noticed something going on with his PCT, for he is starting to look at it where it has fallen on the ground as if by instinct. It is also making a series of beeps and other noises that seem to amuse Lydia to no end as she starts to giggle at them.

Turning to look to see if Giovanni is coming to help you see no sign of him.

As you look around the ground starts to shake slightly, which considering the recent cave-ins that have happened recently is a very bad sign. While the training you recall mentioned not moving someone in Lydia condition it would probably be for the best to disregard that advice and at the very least help her move out of the area.

Within the Tomb of Metal – The Airlock
mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAnnouncing your surrender to the robot that is hovering in front of you, at first you get no reply as it just sits there, shining the bright light into your face, almost as if it is awaiting orders from a distant operator. It does not object to you screaming out of the hatch back at Matthias but you do not hear a reply other than to get out there because there are wounded outside. Yet the robot does not make any move to help nor to let you escape.

Without warning two arms extend, and deploy grapplers that grab onto your wrists, holding them with firm pressure. Instinctively you tug on them, other than a slight shift in attitude of the robot it does not move.

The echo of footsteps reach your ears and you see two figures approaching, both of them clad in what looks to be standard uniforms of ship crewmembers. The distance echoes of a scream can be heard as well as they look up you with distrust.

Within the Tomb of Metal – Emergency Cyro-Stasis Chamber
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationEntering the commands to hold the intruder in place, a simple confirmation message appears in the display. As you take off followed by Thoft and Shade it is a short trip to the airlock. About to round a corner Thoft suddenly collapses clutching his head in agony, but at this point you have turned the corner and see the intruder.

Standing next to the airlock is the figure that you saw in the viewscreen, being help by two manipulators from BUZI by his wrists. Looking over his uniform you can easily tell that it came from a prison facility for popular media always depicted prisoners clad in such uniforms. Yet his looks like he was through a nightmare, torn and ripped in many places with various stains covering it and half-healed wounds on the body of the prisoner.

In addition now by the airlock you can hear the distinct echoes of others outside of the airlock. Taking a step to the side you see that the airlock leads out into what looks to be a natural cavern on a planet, with a long ramp leading from the ship to what looks to be a cave-in tunnel where other figures are, though you can’t make out details at this time.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationClutching your head in mental agony you collapse to the ground. Pain and loss tear through you, then something else tickets the back of your brain. Something suddenly waking up, and reaching out. Aliens images flash through your mind and suck you into what can be best described as flashes of a nightmare.

You can make out two distinct series of tortures going on, the details escaping you, and slowly you find yourself being torn between the two of them, sucked into it and to torn asunder and leaving your body a empty husk. Focusing on peace your escape is dependent on the others, and reaching out you clear their minds as best as possible, and for a second it works. Yet the alien presence focuses and starts tearing through your illusions, yet it is long enough and they are able to make their escapes.

Opening your eyes you find that your nose and ears are bleeding, though the flow of blood is starting to slow down. A pounding headache pounds through your skull, yet you are alive and relatively undamaged. Wiping the blood away you don’t feel any more leaking, and you pick yourself up and stumbles towards where the others are.

You find that they have cornered the prisoner that you viewed on the monitor, who is now being held by BUZI.

Mornir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationOOC: Please refer to previous narration

Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationWalking along you happen to see nothing that can be used to lean on or as a walking stick. In fact it looks as if most items that could have been removed were taken, who knows when. Following the others you quickly come across the prisoner who is now being held by the robot BUZI who belonged to Ezekil.

TheOutlander
2008-03-22, 10:58 AM
Thoft-Second Generation

He looked around, dazed as to wake from a lovecraftian nightmare.
Turning to the prisoner, he smiled wanly, almost knowingly, and tapped his head with two fingers, saying "You've opened the hushed casket."

Then, as he broke out of his reverie, he kneeled to face the prisoner.
"You didn't come alone."

Thoft's eyes cried blood, his tear ducts trying to clear what they could of his dreaded vision, What the hell was that? How did he know that the prisoner wasn't alone? or was he just going insane? and did he just hear a scream? or did he imagine that too?

turning to face Oscar, he spoke matter of factly, with a slight twitch.
"I fear things have gotten more interesting."

but just how interesting, time would tell.

The_Snark
2008-03-22, 03:54 PM
Caroline- Repository for the Long Night

The idea that the spheres were withholding information was slightly worrying. She had confidence in her own reasoning facilities; she could monitor them to reassure herself that she was not operating off dangerous assumptions, and she had always known what she needed to do and why. The spheres were an unknown factor; after so long, she could not be absolutely certain of their reliability.

After weighing it in her mind for a second, she decided not to make an issue of it. She knew the spheres' goal—keeping her alive. That was a necessity for all of her goals. Presumably, it was for her own safety, though she had no definite idea how the knowledge could be more dangerous than not knowing. Besides, there was little she could do about it even if the spheres did admit they were withholding information; their systems were still far more advanced than hers.

Acknowledged.

She averaged the numbers in her head; the imprecise measurements (or was that a translation error) meant that any estimation would be equally imprecise, but she judged the average to be 34,996,248 minutes and 45 seconds, or approximately 66 and a half years; a long time to wait, but once matters were better understood, they could be put into cryo-stasis... if such things were available.

"More or less," Caroline answered Janks coldly, "and I will explain more as I find out. For now, we should move on." If she had to spend all her time explaining matters to organic beings—no doubt multiple times, since the others would be curious too—she'd never get anywhere; she could tell him what he needed to know when he needed to know it.

She turned slightly at the noise, and her eyes widened upon understanding the label. A warning label. Then everything went black—or rather, nonexistent; her mind was no longer receiving any information from her eyes.

Leave where? she communicates, trying to remain steady as she backpedals; it was instinct to move fast when in danger and slowly when unable to see, and she had to balance the need for haste with the risk of falling. Her hands close about the items indicated, and she raised her right hand, holding the item steady before her. Can you provide directions until vision returns? What of the others—should I relay instructions?

ForzaFiori
2008-03-22, 09:31 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tomb of Metal – The Airlock

Who are you? Giovanni asks the figures as they approach. Is there anyway you can get this bot to let me go? And whats the "hushed casket" you mentioned? he continues, still trying to get back to the exit of the ship.

TheOutlander
2008-03-23, 12:26 AM
Thoft- Second Generation

"Who Are you?"
again, the question hit Thoft like a stack of bricks, the last thing he needed now was to go existential, but did anyone really know who they are? they will say their name, or their occupation, but those are just descriptors that would allow for an agrarian race such as humanity to function-

"is there anyway you can get this bot to let me go? "
As for the insipid robot, Thoft hadn't a clue as to how to work the damned thing, let alone the response he would illicit from trying to remove him from it manually-

"And whats the "hushed casket" you mentioned?"
Hushed casket? What does he mean by that? What the hell is he talking about? Is he just as crazy as I am? or am I crazier than I thought?

Thoft stood there for a good ten seconds before realising he had to respond to the questions. Until now he had never truly thought about his outward appearance, and if he saw a man of his stature with wild hair and holding a shinbone of a corpse, Thoft wasn't sure what he'd do.
Right, the answer...
"Call me Thoft."

ForzaFiori
2008-03-23, 11:33 AM
Well Thoft, Do you know if there are any med kits on this ship? I have some injured friends outside that I would rather like to help. I would appreciate it greatly if you would get some supplies for them. I would do it myself, but your pet robot here seems to be rather attached to me.

TheOutlander
2008-03-23, 06:08 PM
Thoft- Second Generation

"Well Thoft, Do you know if there are any med kits on this ship? I have some injured friends outside that I would rather like to help. I would appreciate it greatly if you would get some supplies for them. I would do it myself, but your pet robot here seems to be rather attached to me."

Med kits... slang for containers of rudimentary medical supplies. splints, sutures, bandages, alcohol, disinfectants, tertiary pain suppressors such as ibuprophen, they could come in handy.
Although, Thoft hasn't seen them, he'll keep an eye out for him.

Thoft was about to respond when he actually looked at the man's uniform, an orange jumpsuit, from prison? Why should Thoft trust such a person? Although he was pretty sure the man was genuine, and Thoft couldn't think of anything valuable he had on his person, but criminals on the whole have a reputation for being dishonest.

Then again, any justice system isn't perfect. Thoft tried to calculate the chances that this man was wrongly imprisoned, but after a split second of thinking, he remembered his head wasn't one for numbers, and he had no idea what the crime rates were or are today.

He would trust him for now.
Since trust is easier when one has a weapon, and friends behind him.

"Hold on."

Mordokai
2008-03-24, 03:54 AM
Misty - Repository for the Long Night

After the cave collapses, Misty's heart stops for a few second. Seeing Wyndell dissapearing from sight, she isn't sure if he was safa from cave in. Shuffling next to the rocks, she listens intently to hear for ANY sign of life on the other side. But the ringing in her ears, as well as the thickness of the rocks prevent her from hearing anything.

Oh Wyndell, please, be safe. I don't know what'd I do without you here. You were and still are my support in these hard times.

Then, with an obvious problem, she picks herself up and turns around to look at the other two. From the looks of it, they are in some cavern, but to what purpose it serves, she cannot tell. When one of the chamber doors open, she quickly grabs the backpack, stuffing both of the spheres into it and some medical supplies as well, she fells a little better.

I think we'll need all the medical supplies we can get. I hope Janks will be smart enought to grab some weapons. Might as well ask him.

That's when the scenerey changes. After feeling the venom coursing throught her veins, she is more than little shocked to spot Wyndell. And what Wyndell! She never saw like this. As if seeing Wyndell himself wasn't enought, he is also holding a vial of what can be no other than antidote.

"Wyndell... please, help me! I won't be able to hold on much longer. Please... give me the antidote."

Smiling sweetly, he lowers his hand with antidote and just when she reaches for it, ha janks his hand back, smile becoming a cruel one, crashing the life saving vial within his hands.

"NO!!! Why did you do this?"

As the scene suddenly changes and Misty finds herself within so well know courtroom, she is once again shocked. Seeing all of her victims, Malaki crashing his metallic arm... Wyndell in chair. As she pulls the switch she wants to scream, but she smiles instead. As the light die out for those few precious seconds, the scene changes for the third time. Standing on meadow, the rain of rose petals, turning into blood, she instinctively runs, feeling free for the first time in long time.

As she finds herself back in the chamber with Caroline and Janks once again, Misty feels like she just came out of a bath. She is soaked in her own sweat and tears, feeling blood coming out of her eyes and ears. She wants to cry, but she can't. There are no tears left, it is not humanly possible for her to cry anymore. Looking around throught her tear swollen eyes, she sees Janks in much the same state as her. She crawles next to him , shakes him barely and says to him, just a little above the whisper:

"Janks, Janks. We need to get out of here! Whatever is in here makes me see... things. From the looks of it, it does the same for you."

How she knew this, she wasn't sure. Misty just knew she wanted to get out of this chamber as fast as possible.

ForzaFiori
2008-03-24, 12:17 PM
Thank you. Giovanni says to Thoft. He turns his head towards the entrance and yells Matthias! I can't come out right now, I'm a bit tied up! There's people in here though, and at least one of them is helpful. I'm looking for some med kits for you ASAP! Oh, and if you see Wyndell, ask him if hes any good with robots!

Gig_Complex
2008-03-25, 12:49 PM
Oscar, the Next Generation

Staring in disbelief at the captured man, who appeared to have formerly been a prisoner,

Who the hell are we? Its more like who the hell are you? From what I can see is that my mates and I are the only survivors of the Chasing the Second Star it seems and wherever we've been forced to make berth, our ship has been nicked of everything that wasn't nailed down and even some of the stuff that was and we got what looks to be a convict of some sorts that walks on into our bloody ship like he owns the damn place!

As Thoft and this Giovanni character seem to get along rather decently Oscar's face gets more and more twisted in disbelief before he finally just shakes his head and gives a '**** it' look,

Well I'm not sure if I can trust you or your 'friends' right now but the ship looks like hell and we aren't in the greatest shape at the moment. If you hold still I'll go back and let you loose but you try anything, well I think you get the picture.

Running back to the console he has BUZI let the man go and set's the bot to standby mode before making his way back,

Now how many of your friends are there and just what the hell is going on?

ForzaFiori
2008-03-25, 01:07 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tomb of Metal – The Airlock

My apologize. I should have introduced myself. I am Giovanni Fiori. He says, rubbing his wrists where the robot had grabbed him. Yes, I was a prisoner, aboard a ship several thousand years ago. The ship broke down, and all of us stayed in cyro-sleep for quite a while. When the ship kicked us out of it, most of the prisoners, and all the crew, were dead. We managed to get the ship to do one last jump, and landed it outside these caves, where the natives brought us. Some sort of android told us we were the "saviors of mankind" or something like that. Personally, I just wanna go home and have a hot bath. No idea how many of us are out there, but when we got here there were like 8 of us I think, all from the Hope Killer. However, something happened apparently, causing someone to get wounded, so that number may be lower now for all I know. Now how about some more info about you all?

TheOutlander
2008-03-25, 05:45 PM
Thoft- Within the tomb of metal- the airlock

"Later."

Thoft didn't think of himself as a humanitarian, but when he heard of others in trouble, his instinct was to help them. Even though they were prisoners, they were still human beings.
Oscar seemed to have other feelings, which didn't confuse Thoft, but he felt a bit of anger at oscar, but so it must be that the pilot wants to keep the ship running.

He had to help them though, maybe he was an emergency medical technician?

"We need to help the others, show me where they are."

ubersquid
2008-03-26, 01:26 PM
Janks - Repository for the long night


Janks instinctively grabs a repair kit at first. After all, some tools are always nice to have. Picking up one of the guns, he turns it around and inspects it from all sides, then looks down it's sights and notices a strange complex of spheres and what appears to be another cryo-tube in the other end of the chamber.



...



Janks coughs and twitches. He obviously made his way out of the chamber and is now lying on the ground in front of it. With another shriek he notices the repair kit still in his hand, as his fingers somehow cramped around it in panic. He shakes it off quickly and sends it sliding across the floor.

He tries to sit up with some dull motions and wipes some blood of his nose, looking at it in disbelief. Slowly regaining sanity, Janks notices the gun lying at his feet. He stretches out his toe and pokes it, immediately pulling back his foot again, expecting some sort of lively reaction from it.

A few seconds of silence, then Janks springs around with a yelp, staring into Misty's bloodied face.

"Wh.. What? ... Damn... It's you... Get out... yeah, right!"

Janks stands up, straps the repair kit to his suit and picks up the gun and releases the safety lock. He offers Misty a hand to help her up but doesn't wait for a reaction and just grabs her and pulls her on her feet.

Gun in one hand, supporting Misty with the other, he drags them towards the other end of the hall.

"Don't ever sneak up on me like that again, you hear me?"

And turning to Caroline:

"You alright, luv?"

ForzaFiori
2008-03-27, 12:16 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Within the Tomb of Metal – The Airlock

Thank you. They should be right outside the ship. Follow me. Giovanni says, walking towards where he entered. As he exits, he heads back up to the tunnels until he finds Mathias.

TheOutlander
2008-03-27, 01:42 PM
Thoft- The Next Generation- the Airlock/The Hallowed Chamber

Giovanni was a strange fellow, but Thoft immediately felt an oath of comradery, as if the man was on the losing side of a righteous war, a battle brother whose heroism was forgotten from wars long past. As Giovanni stepped outside of the airlock, Thoft found himself taking formation alongside him, stopping periodically to check his location.

As he took stock of his surroundings, Thoft was suprised to find himself in a cave, he would have thought it would have been more open for a ship of this size, but it wasn't his place to say. Thoft didn't know who he was, nevermind the specifications for hangar building.

Then he saw them, a small group of people, one man standing over a girl, bandaging her head with what Thoft could only describe as a bloody rag, and he saw her begin to shake.
She's going into shock, the patient must be warmed up and have his/her legs elevated so that more blood, and therefore oxygen can reach the grey tissue.

While usually Thoft would hesitate, he couldn't sit by and watch this woman bleed out. He moved to support her when he saw a familiar face, turning towards the middle aged man on the ground.

"Odysseus..."

But who was this Odysseus, Thoft wondered, he knew he didn't mean the ancient greek warrior in Homer's Illiad and Odyssey, but he could see and feel similarities. But how did he know this man? and why was he a prisoner?
No time, he had to get the woman help.
He knelt down next to her,
"Don't be afraid."

Thoft was in a warzone, bullets and tracer rounds whizzed past the entrenchment that he occupied, the city was in utter ruins, and he heard the wet thump of a slug impact, and felt a soldier fall into his lap. Kneeling down, as the bullets and shells peppered the ground around him, he felt at peace, a strange sense of serenity pervaded his panic.
"Kelsey!" The dying man said to him, Thoft knew that his name wasn't Kelsey, but he could not figure it out, he decided to humor the man. "Yes, its me, Jason, I'm here."
"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to see our son grow up." His son's name was Dale, he didn't know how he knew this, only that he did.
"Dale will grow up to know of his dad as a hero." Thoft said, the sound of bullets draining away.
Jason hadn't much time left, as the color was draining from his face.
"Forgive me..." he pleaded with the last of his strength.
"I love you, Jason, you are forgiven." Thoft said, kissing Jason as the life drained out of him. as he looked into the mirror of Jason's eyes, he saw her face.
"Cabal!" called a wisened voice "Back on the line!" And that's when the bullets began again.


And then he touched her face. "It will be okay."

Unfortunately for Thoft, the shock he was about to recieve would not be... "okay"

FireSpark
2008-03-27, 10:28 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - The Hallowed Chamber

Sounds, motion, time was flowing, but Wyndell wasn’t aware of any of it. Not really. The turmoil inside had finally begun taking more solid form, and the pain and loss he was feeling was nothing imagined. It was such anguish that he could not remember a time that he had felt as such. But something inside him did, and when Wyndell opened his eyes, the cave was gone.

Edging carefully through the darkened doorway, Wyndell glanced around the family library. It had never had a tremendous amount of actual books in it, as those were expensive and becoming quite rare, but his father had managed to accumulate hundreds of them. Now, those testements of ancient knowledge basked in the soft blue glow of the data terminals that made up the true core of the library’s holdings. Walking softly to the one furthest from the door, Wyndell sat down and slung the bag from his shoulder to the floor, and tapped at the terminal to ‘wake’ it up.

Wait, what bag? The library? No. Oh yes.

Wyndell hadn’t pulled up much before the lights in the room suddenly flared to life. His hands instinctively went to his eyes to shield them, and Wyndell stood slowly as his brain processed the newcomer. A simple brown house coat tied shut, over soft and baggy pants. The glasses slung low on the man’s face seemed to only emphasize the furrowed brow and stinging glare.

“Father. Thank the stars. I was afraid that you hadn’t gotten my message.”

Dr. Emeran Tendarri crossed to the middle of the room, and faced down his son. Wyndell was unshaven, and his clothes unkempt, and on the whole had the appearance of a homeless man. One you had accidentally wandered into the wrong domicile.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

No. Please, not this. You know you want it.

Wyndell took the glass tumbler from his father and sat across from him. A quick shot of the brandy within stung for a moment, but felt gloriously warm going down. It had been a long time since he had tasted real alcohol. His father sat across from him, holding his own glass in one hand, using the other to stroke his graying beard. Finally he spoke up.

“Is what they say true Wyndell?”

Wyndell stopped in mid swig, his eyes uncertain, then emptied the glass before sliding onto the end table next to him.

“What do you mean?”

“A week or so ago, some gentlemen from UTC Offices of Special Investigation came round. Wondered if your mother or I had heard from you. They implied that you had killed someone.”

NOOOO! Stop this! No. Stop it! Stop it now! So pathetic.

Wyndell’s mind wandered back to his escape, now a month gone by. But the look on the soldier’s face would never leave his memory. So much blood, all over the cabin of the shuttle, and Wyndell with the soldier’s own knife in his hand. But the soldier wouldn’t leave, and the information that Wyndell had learned needed to be brought to light. It had been for the greater good. Wyndell had spent the entire month since staring at the man’s blood and gore. A long time to spend in a shuttle, even longer to be looking at a dead man.

“Just the one father. It was a necessary evil. I am truly sorry for it, and I will willing answer for it, but not until the UTC answers for its own trespasses.”

Emeran simply sighed, set his untouched drink aside, and stood slowly. Wyndell was certain that he was about to walk out on him, when a strange voice spoke from behind.

“Dr. Wyndell Aldric Tendarri, you are hereby placed under arrest, for crimes against the UTC and its citizenry.”

Wyndell shot from his chair and spun around, and was met with a disheartening scene. Not only was there a law enforcement officer present, but a full dozen men, each wearing the emblem of military police. Wyndell turned to his father as the twelve men began to circle him and close in, pulling out stun batons as they came.

“Father? Why?”

Emeran simply strode away, not even dignifying his response to Wyndell with a direct look.

“Because am I not your father, and you are not my son.”

And then the men and their batons were on him, and a painfilled blackness overtook him.

The image of Wyndell’s father filled the black void.

“You…”

No.

“…are not…”

Noooo!

"…my Son.”

The beastial howl that tore at Wyndell’s chest never came, and he wanted to explode from it. The pain that was so new seemed suddenly so familiar. Then anger began to seep in. Anger at the UTC, at the military, at his father. Betrayed by his own family, his father.

The scene suddenly shifted, the emotions seeming to evaporate, though he could still feel them as if from a distance. A single voice sliced through the darkness of his chaotic mind.

“Odysseus…”

Looking towards Lydia, Wyndell saw that Giovanni and the other prisoner Matthias were tending to her, and had been joined by others. One of them was a brute looking of a man, in a strange but familiar uniform. The man was looking at him as if he knew Wyndell, but then turned to assist with Lydia. A persistent sound finally pierced the last clouds of Wyndell’s haze, and he at last recognized the chirping of the PCT. Dragging himself on hand and knee to the PCT, Wyndell turned it over and oriented to an upright position. Sitting back, he gazed awestruck, at the prompt.

WYNDELL TENDARRI. PLEASE RESPOND IF ABLE. _

It wouldn’t have been the spheres, they could tell if he was able to or not. And they had never requested anything of him. Not to mention that they shouldn’t even know his name. Which would logically mean someone who did know his name was wirelessly accessing the PCT. And the only person who had that ability recently added had been Caroline. And if Caroline was still able to communicate, then the others who had been behind her during the collapse, might still be alive. Quickly pulling up a keypad to type a response, Wyndell’s fingers practically flew across the PCT’s surface.

WYNDELL HERE. LYDIA, MATTHIAS, GIOVANNI ACCOUNTED FOR. IS EVERYONE ALL RIGHT? _

Wyndell entered the message and waited, and hoped. And the hope brought with it something that Wyndell had previously been missing. Reaching to his face, Wyndell felt the wetness forming under his eyes.

The tears had come.

tgva8889
2008-03-27, 10:54 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - The Hallowed Chamber

Lydia's senses were telling her very bad things about her body. The cold steel in her fingers seems instead to feel like nothing. Looking down at her hand, Lydia moves her fingers in a bored, table-rapping motion. The clanging on the metal as her fingertips hit it reassure her that she can still move her fingers, but the utter lack of feeling as the clanging resounds through the air around her chills her to the bone. She feels the shivers crawling through her. Despite the bandage that Matthias was now wrapping around her head, Lydia still wasn't feeling any better. Despite knowing that bleeding wounds aren't helped by motion, Lydia attempts to push herself up to a standing position, but fails and instead ends up lying down on the ground, spread-eagle style.

The beeping near Wyndell makes Lydia think of that one time she'd played that video game. What was it? Pac-Man? She laughed in a strange, little-girl's voice, one she hadn't heard in a while. A sane part of her mind scolded her, but it was to no avail. Her thoughts drifted back to a time when her parents loved her, when she had nothing in the world to fear.

"Look at this one, Lydia! Isn't it just beautiful?"

"Pretty..."

"It would look great on you, don't you think?"

Lydia smiled. "Yup!"

Her glasses reflected the dim light of the store as her mother walked her inside. Mommy is always so nice, Lydia thought. Mommy loves me, always!

Turning back to her little one, Lydia's mother put the hat right on her head. It was a bit lopsided, but Lydia felt happy just to be wearing it.

"Aw, isn't that just perfect?"

The clerk nodded. "How adorable! What a fine little girl you've got there!"

Lydia smiled big and wide, and blushed, noticeably. So nice. Everyone's so nice.

Lydia felt a hand touch her face. She could feel the cold behind it. Part of her mind was yelling at her memory, telling it to fade into the nothing it should have been. That hat was worthless. That life was nothing. Her mother...her own mother didn't even realize anything was wrong with her until it was too late. None of them meant anything to her now. But her mind was too addled. The sane part took a small backseat for a moment, as Lydia responded to the touch on her face. "Mommy..." she whispered, low enough so that few could hear her.

TheOutlander
2008-03-28, 12:49 AM
Thoft- The Second Generation- The Hallowed Chamber
"Mommy"
Thoft heard from the woman.

but at that moment he was too busy having thoughts hurled at him.
A girl and her mother at a department store. its' her.
Lydia. her name was Lydia, with a soul so pure and so full of loss,
A girl picked on by others, for her...weaknesses.
She's faced a lot.
A girl working on some sort of.... implants.
Lydia's a brilliant child.
A girl taking pills, repeatedly.. she's addicted
She's had her share of pain
A girl, about to end her life, before a friend came in to stop her
She's felt unconditional love
A girl lying on the witness stand
She's loyal to those she's near
A girl in a cryo chamber
She's suffered the same fate as he.
A girl, finally unlocking her heart.
She's found another and reached out to him
A girl, shattered to learn that her lover's dead
She's closed it again, for the pain is too hard to bear.
A girl, in a young man's arms.
She's in his arms. She's in his arms.

Thoft snapped back into reality, staring into her blue eyes.
He felt something for her, more than empathy, more than compassion, but as he looked at her, he felt more like a mother to her, he felt... grace.
"Lydia, Hold on." he said, his feircely protective words suprising even him.

The_Snark
2008-03-28, 03:35 AM
Caroline- Repository for the Long Night

"Serviceable," Caroline answered, standing in one place to keep from falling. "The label on the box, by the way, was a warning. In future, consult me before you do anything like that, please." It wasn't his fault; he couldn't read them, and she'd been too distracted to read the sign in time to tell him to stop. She would have to pay more attention from now on; it was dangerous to allow the others to stumble about like this.

She felt input from another source, in the part of her consciousness monitoring the computer. Wyndell (she assumed) was responding. She took a moment to decide what to say before entering it into the computer, the words appearing all at once rather than letter by letter.

THIS IS CAROLINE. THE OTHER TWO ARE FUNCTIONAL. WHERE ARE YOU? _

She thought that was right; her vision had not yet returned, but both Misty and the other one (he was called Janks, she recalled after briefly combing her memories from the Hope Killer) had spoken. She still couldn't see what had happened to them; there had been screams, and both of them sounded shaken, but they were speaking coherently again.

"Is the door closed?" she asked, realizing that her vision might not return until whatever had been inside was well and truly sealed away from them. "Seal it if it isn't. Don't look inside again." She couldn't help but wonder what the specimen was, and why it was to be loaded aboard the Ark. Given the spheres' reticience to speak of the scourge, it didn't seem likely she would find out from them, and all that was important to know now was what the effects had been. A specimen of... whatever scourge was described? Why would they want that with them? For study? The containment unit was labelled temporal stasis unit; an advance in cryo-stasis technology, I wonder? Or was the crate somehow... preserving it, preventing any time from elapsing while it was sealed? On the surface, it seemed impossible, though Caroline was no theoretical physicist, but three thousand years was a long time. Long enough for humanity to build an empire, fall into barbarism, and rise again to reach the stars. The limits of the impossible could always be pushed back.

Caroline felt an odd stirring of pride for her race, for that. Unusual; the flaws in mankind, their irrational and instinct-driven tendencies, were usually all too clear to her. As one of the few who was mostly free from the cloud of emotion that tinged the decisions of almost every human, Caroline had seen it as her duty to compensate for human error. To try to bring it to an end, eventually. She knew all too well that a complex computer system had to be known inside and out, every bit of code examined, before it could even imitate sentience. To think that the organic brain—much like a computer, though far more complex—had been made with nothing but simple, immediate practicality to pluck out the flaws and refine the better traits... no, it was only logical that she saw herself as more than human. She was not entirely free of her instincts, but the mechanical part of her could analyze them, so that she knew when they were influencing her, and compensate. She had taken the responsibility of trying to moderate and remove the influence of their outdated, animalistic instincts, in as broad a scale as she could manage, and it was no surprise that she thought of those instincts most often, when she thought of humanity.

But to think that, despite this handicap, they had made it off their planet, spread far across the galaxy from what the spheres hinted, and managed to create thought independent of themselves... that was something to be proud of. For all their weaknesses, they would not give up.

Her voice was moderately gentler than usual as she went on. "What happened? I couldn't see. Are the both of you all right?"

ForzaFiori
2008-03-28, 01:07 PM
Seeing Lydia on the ground, Giovanni moved towards her, but the strange man he had brought with him beat him there. As Matthias and Thoft worked on her, Giovanni turned to Wyndall. Wyndall, I know head wounds bleed alot, but that is a horrific amount of blood. Any idea how bad it is? He asks. Damn, we can't lose any more people Giovanni thinks, looking around and noticing there were only 4 people around currently functional What the hell did I do to deserve this? Yea, I blew up buildings, yes, i have blood on my hands, but in a war, who doesn't? Why aren't the others here? Why us? Giovanni wonders, though not for long. Figuring out the universe was never his forte. Instead, he goes back to focusing on the now. As he glances down while speaking to Wyndall, he notices the characters on the screen. Hey, alright! They're alive at least. See if they know where the heck they are so we can meet up.

Inspectre
2008-03-29, 11:35 AM
Sensing another man's presence approaching, Matthias looks up, the name Giovanni already on his tongue. But it was not Giovanni but rather some other man, undoubtedly one of the ship's passengers. Someone who had been frozen in the ship's cryo-pods perhaps, or a more recent addition to this ship, a maintenance man charged with keeping the ship ready for use? Regardless, he looked strong and didn't make any particularly threatening moves as he approached, although his manner was quite odd.

His behavior with Lydia was quite unusual, as it suggested a familiarity that should not exist. But there was no time for introductions or pleasantries, only action if Lydia's life was to be saved. He had slowed the blood but not stopped it, and things would likely become quite bad indeed in a couple minutes if she wasn't gotten to a medical bay.

Reaching down to slide an arm underneath lydia's right and around her back, Matthias turns to address the newcomer.

"This woman requires the use of your ship's medical bay, immediately. Do you know if it is stocked at present? And can you help me carry her there, mister . . . ?"

Not waiting for a reply from the man, Matthias turns to address Lydia.

"Ok Lydia, we're goign to have to move you. We're going to get you to the medical bay to finish patching up that head wound. If you can walk that would be a help, but if not this man's from the ship and he'll help me carry you there.

Slowly Matthias attempts to pull Lydia to her feet, holding her close to him and taking as much of her own weight as he could. Looking over his shoulder at Wyndell, who was now pecking at the keyboard of his computer with a dazed expression, Matthias shouted, "WYNDELL! Come on, we're leaving here and boarding the ship! You don't want to get left behind do you!?"

Pwenet
2008-03-29, 07:36 PM
Narration #7 – The Awakening

Within the Tomb of Metal – Emergency Cyro-Stasis Chamber
Mornir – Ezekil Jordan
Vital Statistics
Condition: [Unknown]
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationStanding around taking your sweet time to recover while others have already moved out of the chamber, the room seems to darken around you. The exit becomes wrapped in flames despite there being no source of fuel in the area. Your skin winkles with age and sloughs off as pin flashes of light rip through your eyes, burning them from your face. You would scream except your lungs have been transposed to the outside of your chest, and as suddenly as the assault has started, your mind ceases to be, erased by a power that you found floating in space, that forced you to freeze yourself in a desperate attempt to survived, a power that was awakening and has found you!

Shades of Grey – Shad
Vital Statistics
Condition: [Unknown]
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The Narration Standing around taking your sweet time to recover while others have already moved out of the chamber, the room seems to darken around you. The exit becomes wrapped in flames despite there being no source of fuel in the area. Your skin winkles with age and sloughs off as pin flashes of light rip through your eyes, burning them from your face. You would scream except your lungs have been transposed to the outside of your chest, and as suddenly as the assault has started, your mind ceases to be, erased by a power that you found floating in space, that forced you to freeze yourself in a desperate attempt to survived, a power that was awakening and has found you!

Repository for the Long Night

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 200 rounds.

The NarrationIt is said that when one losses a sense all the others become more acute as a means of compensation. Empirical evidence seems to support this for the screams of your companions echoes within your mind. Other than then mental ordering you around the spheres are silent, and a part of you feels like something is drawing away from you, focusing on something far away with their full attention.

The screams then end and conversation starts to resume, yet your eyes do not start communicating you’re your brain, leaving you in a perpetual black haze. Then you get the sense of communication, and while you don’t properly “see” letters you get the impression that the following is visible to you:

WYNDELL HERE. LYDIA, MATTHIAS, GIOVANNI ACCOUNTED FOR. IS EVERYONE ALL RIGHT? _

Sending the reply you get the sense that it made it through. Shifting your focus around you mentally ask if the door is closed and thinking to the spheres, your feel a faint tendril, and then something akin to a slap in your mental face occurs.

The scourge is breaking free of the prison. We have severed your optic nerves to slow its assault on you. In addition your primitive cybernetic systems along with our efforts are preventing it from establishing a true connection with you. Details can wait, follow your orders lest you suffer our wrath! Your companies have fled down the hall, follow their voices. It is too late to reseal the chamber for the specimen is about to escape. Lest you want to suffer serious injuries FLEE and hope it does not find you.

Listening you are about to pick out the direction that the others have fled to. Within the chamber you hear the sounds of metal starting to give way, along with strange *POP* sounds, and with each *POP* the pressure within your mind eases, as if bits and pieces of the collective you are connected with are lost.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationSpeaking to Janks who looks just as bad as you do, you watch as he readies a weapon that he grabbed from within the chamber and without waiting for a reaction grabs you and lifts you up and the two of you make your way down the hallway away from the chamber. Hearing Caroline talking to you, you see that she is still standing near the chamber, her eyes staring around sightlessly as if they were no longer functioning properly.

From within the container the sound of tearing metal can be heard, and bright flashes emerge from within the container, each one joined with a loud *POP* sound. With each flash your mind races back to the scene you witnessed, with Wyndell standing over you, with Wyndell being executed. Yet you are not fully pulled back into the illusion and the farther you move away from the container the less vivid the flashes become, however the sound of tearing metal only gets louder.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.

The NarrationHauling up Misty without waiting for her, the two of you start moving away from the container and down the hallway away from it. Hearing Caroline speak to you, you turn and see that she is still standing in the same spot, her eyes sightlessly moving around. From within the container the sounds of tear metal echo out, with *POP* noises as well. Each time you hear a *POP* noise there is a bright flash from within the chamber.

Catching the reflection of the bright flash, with each flash your mind races back to the scenes that you just went through. Yet this time rather than being pulled completely into them, you are able to tell the difference between them and reality. In fact it gets easier to tell the two apart the further away you go from the chamber. However the sounds of tearing metal are only getting louder as time moves forward.

The Hallowed Chamber
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.
Emergency Medical Kit – Containing a wide variety of medical equipment, such has tools, basic medications, bandages and other items, this unit can be used to help stabilize a badly wounded person until more advance medical treatment can be acquired.

The NarrationThe seconds you wait for a reply seem to stretch into decades. Starts burn into existence before extinguishing themselves in the span of time while you sit waiting, the tears coming from your face. Watching the blinking cursor, it is almost a surprise when the screen changes.

THIS IS CAROLINE. THE OTHER TWO ARE FUNCTIONAL. WHERE ARE YOU? _

The blinking cursor returns, begging you for input to send its way as the rest of reality settle around you. Turning you can see that others are attending towards Lydia, who is going pale. Looking over the blood that has collected you can’t but help to flash back to the long shuttle ride, with the poor remains of the soldier, his life cut short by your actions.

Hearing Matthias make the suggestion to take Lydia onboard the ship instinctively you turn to look at the ship and see two additional figures on the walkway to the ship. Their movements are stiff and rigid, as if they are not used to movement. Clad in blue uniforms that you recognize finally as being from your era as standard uniforms on ships of the explorers guild. They stare straight ahead, which is even more strange for as they get closer you can see that instead of eyes there are only two bloody holes, still freshly bleeding. And yet they do not seem concerned by the lack of eyes as they walk with a purpose down the ramps towards your group.

Stopping at the entrance the two of them shoulder-to-shoulder, blocking access to the ramp they open their mouths, which until this point had been tightly shut. Bits of teeth and flesh emerge as they exhale, as if they were clenching their teeth so hard they broke and they has also bitten through their own lips and tongues. Their hands are clenched into fists so tightly that it seems their fingers are digging into the palms, with drops of blood emerging. For several seconds a standstill occurs then they speak as one with the exact same tone and timing, their voices blending into one.

”Surrender your neural clusters bags of mostly water. Let the purging be complete and conformity enforced upon your chaotic desires.”

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound on the forehead with a crude bandage. Entering shock and suffering from blood loss.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationPart of your mind realizes it is a bad thing that you are having flashbacks, as if your life was starting to flash before your eyes. The chills are getting worse and you feel yourself slipping away. And yet as you relief the memory of getting the hat, you get the sense that someone else is there, watching, observing.

"Mommy..." comes out of your mouth in a slurred whisper.

Lydia, Hold on emerges from the darkness starting to surround you. Struggling against it you feel a bit more stabilized, as if suddenly it was not so hard to fight against the darkness. Your eyes start to focus a bit more, and while it is a struggle you can see others standing over you, some you recognize from the past few hours, others brand new. Yet looking at one of them clad in a strange uniform you get the sense that it is him aiding you somehow, keeping you from slipping into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

Yet at the edge of your mind you get a vague impression of something. Something wrapping itself in layers of darkness, yet not filled with hate or cruelty, merely viewing them as tools to be used against others but not to be experienced on itself. Something that was slowly awakening from a long forced slumber, wishing to connect with its brethren, to rush through the void of space, to make it clean, orderly, eliminate those that feel and cause chaos and confusion in their wake. And it is getting stronger, and you get the strong impression that it has noticed you.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationReaching down to pick up Lydia, your muscles scream and complain about the sudden exertion you place upon them. Yet despite them complaining you are able to haul her up and you turn towards the ship, mentally already working the way to the medical bay.

Yet there is something blocking your path.

Walking down the walkway from the ship are two figures, clad in the same uniform as the others that have appeared and assisted you. However there is a few key differences, most notably the fact that the two newcomers are missing their eyes. Blood flows freely from the wounds however they do not notice. Their movements are stiff and rigid, to the point that it is almost impossible for them to move without extreme pain. Their hands are curled into fists so tightly that their fingers have dug into the palms of their hands, with blood dripping from the wounds as well.

Stopping at the end of the ramp, their jaws twitch as one and open, with blood, bits of flesh and broken edges of teeth emerging to fall on the ground. For several seconds a standstill occurs then they speak as one with the exact same tone and timing, their voices blending into one.

”Surrender your neural clusters bags of mostly water. Let the purging be complete and conformity enforced upon your chaotic desires.”

mf11 – Giovani Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationReleased from the clutches of the robot you quickly show the others that you have encountered. They start to work as you stand aside and observe what is going on, making various comments and educating the new people you met about your story.

After the decision is made to take Lydia to the medical bay within the ship you turn to look at it and see two figures approaching.

Walking down the walkway from the ship are two figures, clad in the same uniform as the others that have appeared and assisted you. However there is a few key differences, most notably the fact that the two newcomers are missing their eyes. Blood flows freely from the wounds however they do not notice. Their movements are stiff and rigid, to the point that it is almost impossible for them to move without extreme pain. Their hands are curled into fists so tightly that their fingers have dug into the palms of their hands, with blood dripping from the wounds as well.

Stopping at the end of the ramp, their jaws twitch as one and open, with blood, bits of flesh and broken edges of teeth emerging to fall on the ground. For several seconds a standstill occurs then they speak as one with the exact same tone and timing, their voices blending into one.

”Surrender your neural clusters bags of mostly water. Let the purging be complete and conformity enforced upon your chaotic desires.”

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationQuickly running back to the control panel you are easily able to have BUZI release the prisoner. As you make your way back you notice that both Ezekil and Shad are within the chamber, and don’t appear to be doing any moving anytime soon.

Emerging back into the area where everyone else is you see that BUZI has indeed released the prisoner. For the most part you follow along with the others outside of the ship, staying out of the way.

As it becomes fairly obvious that in order to treat the one wounded person that the medical facilities onboard your ship would be needed, you hear the sounds of footsteps along the ramp.

Coming down the ramp are the forms of Ezekil and Shad. Their movements seem strange, really stiff and awkward, as if they are not properly used to their own bodies. Then you notice their eyes, or more rather hollowed pits still bleeding that used to be their eyes. Their hands are curled into fists so tightly that their fingers have dug into the palms of their hands, with blood dripping from the wounds as well.

Stopping at the end of the ramp, their jaws twitch as one and open, with blood, bits of flesh and broken edges of teeth emerging to fall on the ground. For several seconds a standstill occurs then they speak as one with the exact same tone and timing, their voices blending into one.

”Surrender your neural clusters bags of mostly water. Let the purging be complete and conformity enforced upon your chaotic desires.”

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationKneeling down next to the girl, you brush your hand against her forehead. Memories not your own flood through your mind as for a moment you get the hint, an impression that you reach out into a dark abyss, and clutch a part of her, holding her conscious and aware but only just barely. The feedback to you is even more severe as your vision doubles and a pounding headache appears in your head.

Trying to recover you hear that the next course of action is to take Lydia into the ship you turn to look at it.

Walking down the walkway from the ship are two figures, which you recognize as Ezekil and Shad. However there is a few key differences, most notably the fact that the two of them are missing their eyes. Blood flows freely from the wounds however they do not notice. Their movements are stiff and rigid, to the point that it is almost impossible for them to move without extreme pain. Their hands are curled into fists so tightly that their fingers have dug into the palms of their hands, with blood dripping from the wounds as well.

Stopping at the end of the ramp, their jaws twitch as one and open, with blood, bits of flesh and broken edges of teeth emerging to fall on the ground. For several seconds a standstill occurs then they speak as one with the exact same tone and timing, their voices blending into one.

”Surrender your neural clusters bags of mostly water. Let the purging be complete and conformity enforced upon your chaotic desires.”

Part of you brushes them, and what you had tasted before is missing, replaced by something that can be described as a foul tasting sticky substance that makes you violently expel the few contents in your stomach in front of everyone else. Coughing violently as your recover you realize that what made them them is dead and gone, replaced by something so foul and alien that you can’t put it into mere words at this point.

Village of the Faithful
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationIt has been many moons since the last time you were at the village, yet across your shoulders are the fruits of your labor. Other tribesmen quickly relieve you of your burden of fresh meat and rush it to be properly skinned and prepared for a feast while you watch them. Moving about oblivious to how things should be you blend in with them for a time, overhearing conversations about how the gods have finally arrived and they will all be saved. You too had seen the falling star, and your memories trace back to a time many seasons ago.

When you were much younger, fleeing from yet another village, you watched a falling star rip through the heavens and crash. Curious you approached it and found a metallic cylinder with heat radiating from it. After a time it cooled and you were able to examine it, poking with a stick and even hitting a few times, eventually moving to trying to open it up. The moment your hand touched it, a seam appeared and it opened up, revealing within it objects that you recognized as devices from the gods, not worthy of your humble touch.

And yet with your touch the object had opened, and part of it was blinking and making noises, using a few words you recognized once again from the Chiefs using with Brother Human. Picking up the device, it fit into the palm of your hand. It continued to cycle through the words, and images started appearing. It takes time but eventually you match the images with the words, and slowly start to pick up on the language of the gods.

Over the course of moon cycles you work with the device, and find as you learn more about the tongue that it speaks in, the more it offers. It shows images of distant globes, of great objects of sacred metal floating in a void, entire villages made of wood and metal populated by more people that you have ever seen in one place before, all of them looking like you.

Shaking your head from the memory you have managed to make your way to the outer tents of the village. Entering one of them you see that the other three people who are like you in this village, curious about what happens and suspicious of the teachings that everyone else accepts without a trace of hesitation. They are sitting around a slowly dying fire within the tent, looking as if they have been in conversation when you arrived.

”About time Saul, things are moving quickly.” speaks Frolin, far older than you. His half-blind eyes focus upon you the moment you slip into the tent as he strokes his long beard. ”The newcomers are in the cave of Brother Human, who has passed from this world. It is dangerous, for the Chief feels that this is a sign that it is time to make everyone pure.”

”He always go on about that, yet there has been more questions raised. The Chief hails these newcomers as gods, yet they arrived wounded and tired.” That would be Amiene, a small wisp of a girl whom you found one day asking very direct questions to the Chief, and were able to save catch her and explain her behavior away due her having gotten into a bottle of Fellip Nector. ”And I saw them, and they looked confused.”

Sitting near the entrance is Inine, a wanderer like you who is slowly recovering from a bout of the cough sickness. ”Who knows what they are, but I know what is going to happen. Like you said Frolin, the Chief is taking this as a sign and the priests and hunters will do whatever they can to make sure they are pure. We need to escape, find another tribe.”

”Or we can ask the newcomers for help, after all we are simply human like they are if the magical box you have Saul speak the truth. Ow….”

A look of confusion wanders across Amiene small girlish face and she looks down. Sticking out of her stomach is a barbed arrow, dripping with her blood. Her hand wanders towards it and pokes it gently, opening up another cut on her finger.

”Oh…..”

From the outside you hear a rustle of noise and throw yourself to the ground as several arrows rip through the walls of the tent, missing you thankfully. Inine screams out as one drives into his leg and he starts to crawl towards his own bow and quiver. Frolin picks himself up and stumbles towards Amiene when another wave of arrows fly through the tent. Falling back he reaches up and tries to grab the one sticking through his long beard and deep into his throat, not noticing the others. His half-blind eyes glaze over and he falls to the ground limp as Amiene screams out in terror.

The flaps to the tent rustle and a tribesman enters only to go stumbling back from a arrow to his heart from Inine, who has managed to grab his bow, the ground below him darkening with his lifeblood. He turns towards you with a glean in his eye.

”Saul! Run! Let the newcomers know, warn them! If they are not gods, the Chief will……”

His words are cut off as a long knife emerges from his chest. Gasping he falls backwards against the tent wall, hitting something hard and knocking things over on the other side of the tent.

Even through the tent you can notice that the sky is brightening. Your thoughts flash back towards the falling stars you have seen.

Blinking your eyes the smell of smoke assaults your nose. Crawling along you see that the tent is partially on fire. Crawling out from under a flap you see that part of the village is in flames. Looking up at the sky you see dozens of falling starts, the Night of Fire has started, a sign that the village needs to be purified. Having lived through this before you know it is time to try to escape.

Looking around you see bodies laying on the ground, several badly wounded from stones, earth and fire being thrown everywhere. Some are obviously dead, others are unconscious and a few are in a daze and might be a threat to you if they are not taken care of. The village is in a scene of barely controlled panic as tribespeople run about trying to put out the worst of the fires. It will be a simple matter to make your way out when the screams of Amiene catch your attention.

You see that she has been dragged out of the burning tent by a tribesman you know as the son of the Chief and the High Priestest. She is still alive despite the arrow protruding from her stomach, though you know that if they dared to attack so openly that her life was running short, and the last bits of it would be beyond painful.

For now you are alone and everyone else is too busy trying to save the village to pay attention to you.

ForzaFiori
2008-03-29, 08:21 PM
seeing the...things...walking down the ramp, Giovanni has flash backs to the horrific accidents on the hope killer. Back to when he and the others first encountered the zombies, to the several fights with them, to watching Charles be ripped apart, to the stab wounds he is still finishing recovering from. He freezes as his brain goes back to it all, scared beyond belief of the possibilty that they may have been here too. Wyndell, Matthias, please for the love of all thats holy tell me those aren't the same **** that was on our ship. Giovanni says, staring at them. Then, after thinking for a quick second, amends that statement. Actually, you know what? Tell me it IS what was on our ship. We know basically how to kill those bastards, and something knew would just screw us over even more.

tgva8889
2008-03-29, 10:53 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - The Hallowed Chamber

Despite herself, Lydia's sane mentality begins to fight even harder. The memory fades away just as another beings to rise to the surface. With precious moments of time, Lydia's sanity rejects unconsciousness for as long as possible. I will not die now. I refuse. I refuse to allow it. Damn it, Lydia, stop it. Stop thinking about the past. You're in the present, now.

Then that voice. Someone calling to her, telling her to hang on. Against all her beliefs, against all her sane thoughts, Lydia responds to the voice, only knowing that one person would say those words with such strength and conviction, such...love. "M...Malaki?" She can't help but whisper. Warmth fills her body. Strength returns to her sane side as she pushes back at darkness again. Damn it, I will live. I will not let you die, Lydia. Fight it. Fight it!

Her vision begins to return, despite being very blurry. Others around her seem familiar, yet in her muddled mentality, she can't quite recall their names in perfect enough detail to say them. As the new person begins to appear, Lydia feels a greater warmth. She knows that it is Malaki. She knows that it is he who is helping her survive. Her sanity begins to push even harder, fighting harder against the darkness.

Lydia feels the earth beneath her fall away. Turning her head to the ground, she notices too late that she is no longer holding the shining gray object she held before. Mumbling, she says, "Malaki..." again, clenching her now empty fist and hoping whatever was carrying her away would sense her sorrow. She could only guess it was Malaki himself, but unable to truly focus on reality, Lydia only fought to continue seeing through hazy lenses.

Then Lydia feels the presence. And it haunts her. Something about it seems strange, foreign. And yet something about it seems familiar. Shrouded and hidden, Lydia could not bring her mental vision to notice it. Her struggles to remain conscious prevented her from focusing on it. But the strange being was strong, Lydia could tell that much. Something about it seemed to draw Lydia in, almost making her wish to fail, wish to fall into the steep realm of unconsciousness.

The two sides of her mind struggled against one another. That piece that was intrigued by this new presence, wishing to explore it and understand it, despite what it knew about it. And the other side, not willing to let go of a lover she knew was still there. Both forces fought, though one side was beginning to lose, and Lydia could feel it. The darkness was growing, quickly. She spoke, as loudly as her whisper would go. "H...help..."

Inspectre
2008-03-30, 12:54 PM
Matthias starts to lead Lydia towards the ship, grunting under the strain of supporting her weight as they shuffled forward. He was getting too old for this. Looking to see how far left they had to go, Matthias was at first encouraged, then dismayed at the sight of the two crewman appearing from the ship to bar the way. Why they were still alive or at least not screaming in agony from missing both eyes, Matthias had no idea, but his recent experiences with zombies had given him an open mind towards this sort of thing.

Hearing Giovanni's comments, Matthias shakes his head. "I think we're dealing with something similar, but different. Usually the only talking the zombies did was 'Ragh, brains!' But they're still in our way and we don't have time for this. Lydia doesn't have time for this. I'm willing to bet that if it comes to killing them, crushing the skull will be just as effective as it was on the zombies though."

Turning to the crewman who had come out to help them, Matthias tries to hand Lydia off to him. "Here. You and Wyndell get Lydia to the sick bay and get help from the rest of your crew, assuming they havn't all been reduced to that. If they have, aim for the head, and whatever you do, don't let them bite you!"

Finished with passing off his burden, Matthias nods to Wyndel. "You accompany Lydia to the medical bay, see she gets there safe. Giovanni and I will handle these guys."

Turning back to Giovanni, Matthias whispers in a low voice, "I got the one on the left. You take the one on the right."

Then, turning back to face these . . . things, Matthias strides forwards, angling himself to more directly approach the one on the left. "Hey, you! Ahh . . . No-Eyes! You want my neural clusters? Come and get them! Mano-a-mano! Come on!"

Matthias jabs a finger to point at the one on the left, and then turns his finger over to gesture with it in a "come here" manner. Meanwhile, he balls his other hand into a fast and assumes a loose fighting stance. He hadn't really had much formal trainning in fisticuffs, but he had found on several occassions found a use for it. A few of those fights had been brutal and deadly, which long ago had prompted Matthis into mostly using intimidation to get what he wanted.

TheOutlander
2008-03-30, 02:07 PM
Thoft's blinding headache got worse as he looked up to see the two... monstrosities that used to be crewmembers. He didn't catch their names, but that was probably for the best.
What became of them, Thoft could only describe as a mockery of the divine human form. (Someone he knew used those exact words, but he didn't know who, or what context he used it in.) It angered Thoft more than it scared him, and the whispers in his head continued to get louder.
He looked around at his new companions and could feel a sense of horrified familiariity among them.
They spoke with a resignated determination, and Thoft could only feel himself wanting to protect them.
He stood at the edge of the ramp, a bastion against the menace on it.
He felt a connection with the girl "Lydia" that confused him, almost a bond of... love. Was he controlling her feelings? or was she controlling him?
Not that it mattered, he had to protect her. and those around her.
Especially Odysseus.

He glared at the bloody eye sockets of what used to be his cryo-cohorts. A bloody satire of the innocence of death. but deep down, he could hear them screaming, tortured as if death was not good enough for them. it fueled even more anger into his consciousness.
"Back off." he said, brandishing the shinbone like a baseball bat.
"Or I'll make you."

Thoft visualized the attack in his head, dismissing his atrophied muscles.
Rushing headlong into the left one, putting his weight behind his left leg before twisting his torso and shattering the cudgel into the face of the right one, after it explodes on his skull, grabbing the right one's collar and pulling it towards him, rolling up and tucking his legs into his chest, kicking out to send the zombie flying off of the ramp. If he were stronger, he would be able to stand. However, this would leave him prone. therefore he would keep the shards of bone for a defense, they can be used as peircing weapons.

Keep the muscles loose, it'll hurt less. he thought as he approached them.

"Odysseus, I'll cover you, take the right." he said, almost out of habit. it felt almost familiar, as if a wave of nastalgia hit him as he said it.


and then he charged.

ForzaFiori
2008-03-30, 09:25 PM
Ah man, I'm gonna get my hands dirty. Giovanni says sarcastically as he moves in on the thing on the right. He balls his hand into a fist as he walks up. Hey, ugly! You know hwo my friends talking before he hits you? I'm not gonna. Giovanni says, swinging his fist into its head with all his force.

ubersquid
2008-03-31, 07:07 AM
Janks - Repository for the Long Night

Janks sighs as he notices Caroline having a hard time to catch up. He leans Misty against a box. - "You gonna be alright there, ok?" - and hurries back. Janks raises his hand and tries to shield his eyes from the flashes that pop out of the chamber, to little avail. Every flash forces a dull moan out of him, while the horrific images get stronger again as he approaches the opened chamber.

Grabbing a highly disoriented Caroline by wrapping his arm around her waist and drags her away.

"Sorry luv, but I'm certainly not going near that hatch again. Whatever's in there, it's certainly not healthy for your head."

Gig_Complex
2008-03-31, 12:52 PM
Oscar, Next Generation

Having kept quiet since following Giovanni to the injured girl, as he had little experience in injuries besides knowing how to apply a band-aid, Oscar kept his eyes on the former prisoners from the looks of their jumpsuits. Something had roughed them up before they had even gotten near his ship by the looks of it and he doubted they were the ones who nicked the stuff of the ship so while he was doubtful of their trustworthiness he knew they injured girl didn't have time for his assholish nature. However he didn't have time to introduce himself as the things he used to call comrade came shambling down the ramp,

Sweet Jesus and holy **** what the hell happened to you guys?

When neither of his comrades answered he shouted out to them again with obvious concern in his voice, seemingly not noticing their wounds,

Ezekil, Shad, what the **** is going on guys? Come on answer me damn it!

When Giovanni muttered something about something similar being on their ship, Oscar turns to him obvious rage in his eyes as he saw the state of his fellow crew men,

What the **** was on your ship and what the hell did it do to Ezekil and Shad! I've served with them on the Chasing the Second Star for over two ****ing years now and they managed to make it through whatever the **** killed off our other crew members!

When the older man of the convicts mentioned zombies Oscar's sobs of sorrow for the men he had worked with for so long took on a more histarical (sp?) bent. However his military training began to take over as he got a grip on himself, his mind taking him back to his days in the academy,

The drill instructor paced back in forth of Oscar and the other cocky new cadets, his attitude was like that of every drill instructor portrayed in every movie, rough and mean.

Listen up you whiney ass, pimply faced bastards while the higher ups in the academy may like me to tell you that you'll never get in to close-quarters combat the truth of the matter is that the scum the lot of you will be going up against in the future aren't going to go with traditional combat and there may be an attempt to board the vessel you will be stationed on. And as I am the one who was stuck with training you till you get shipped off to flight school you dumbasses are going to be learning close quarters combat in case such an incident does happen.

And the drill instructor had not lied, the time Oscar spent planetside under the instructors 'tutelage' he had been put through the same ringer that the instructor had given his marine cadets.

Moving forward in time roughly one year, Oscar has spent the better part of the month learning how to pilot one of the newer ships the defense force had commissioned, smaller and more agile then the freighter like vessels he had been trained on one of his 'lucky' streaks had broke on through and Oscar, the instructor and several other students were in the middle of an asteroid field going full throttle. His instructor, a middle aged man who had spent the better part of his days in the bottle too washed up to be a true pilot was white with fright as the calm and collected Oscar moved through the field with little difficulty. He had alwas been an irrational person, one to look for the next bar or tell a joke before doing his work, always in favor of shirking his duties and lying back, but when ever he got behind the controls something changed in him he was calm and collected, he could fly circles around others and knew it but never let it distract him.

Flash forward another two years, the Captain of the Chasing the Second Star was introducing him to his new comrades, and in his mind he saw Ezekil and Shad amongst them. While he hadn't been on great terms with either of them at the beginning, if you serve with the same people for long enough they grow on you. He remembered sharing a couple of beers with the two once when he was they were portside, remembered telling the two how he had gotten kicked out of the academy and found himself working much like his parents, living a life he had tried to avoid and how they opened up to him as well.

Snapping back to the present day Oscar's tears have stopped and though still rather shook up he seems much calmer, he cracks the grin he was known for as he turns to the older man who wanted to go one on one with his barefists against the former Ezekil and Shad,

Not going to happen gramps, you don't have anything but your fists and well I've worked with those two for nearly the entire time I've been the pilot of Chasing the Second Star, and I'm not going to let some old aged convict whose hyped up on adrenaline be the one to kill them. I don't care if what you say is true, even if they're zombies they're still my comrades and it's Thoft's and my problem. You help the girl while we take care of those two.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Thoft take the lead and charge the two former crew mates before following in his foot steps.

Inspectre
2008-04-01, 08:12 AM
Matthias shoots a look over his shoulder at the second crewman who had appeared from the ship that was *not* missing his eyes. It seemed only now was he grasping the absurdity of their situation. And did he just call Matthias gramps? This guy had no idea how true that was.

Chuckling with just a slight maniacal bent, Matthis cracks a smile at the man. "Alright, sonny. They're all yours. I don't care so long as someone get Lydia to the medical bay now. And it's a very long story in fact. Some three thousand year long story!"

Letting the man mull this new aspect of their situation over, Matthias backpedals away from the zombie-like creatures and turns to race back over to Lydia. Once again helping to support her weight, Matthias waits until the two crewmen have been engaged and drawn away from the ramp, and then moves as quickly as he's able up the ramp, into the ship, and towards the medical bay.

banjo1985
2008-04-01, 01:27 PM
Saul Umati - Tribal Outcast

Saul smiled amongst all the chaos, a world weary smile completely devoid of humour. So purification was upon the tribe once more, sad, but not surprising. The ‘purification’ purges had been becoming more and more common, the last was but a year or so ago. If only he’d had more time with his only friends before it happened again, that was his only regret. Saul looked up at the falling stars and offered up a silent curse, wishing they had come while he and his friends were well away from here.

“Damn you Gaia.”

Saul pulled the bow from his back and held a single arrow loosely next to the string, in case of the tribesmen noticing him. Volen was right, he needed to get to the outlanders, find safety amongst them if he could. He may even be able to help them, the tribe was already getting suspicious of their less than divine actions before ‘purification’, now they would be in almost as much danger as he was himself.

“Aarrrgghhhh!! Oh gods stop! Help me!”

Amiene’s voice, from just outside the burning tent he had just escaped. Sweet, naive, headstrong Amiene, in pain beyond measure, the one person on Gaia that could make him smile, even laugh. Saul spun around and saw the chieftain’s son and the priestess crouched over Amiene, her screams and look of pain and fear chilling him to the bone. The backs of the primitive heathens were turned to him…he could probably kill both before they turned around, but there were too many tribespeople around…he’d never make it out of the village alive. And the fate they would have for him would make his eventual death a mercy indeed. There was only one thing to do.

Saul raised his bow and aimed towards his screaming friend through eyes rimmed with tears. It would be a mercy, to die at a friends hand than a long painful lingering death at the whims of the tribe. It was hard to let fly the arrow, but compassion, even the hard compassion of a quick death, was preferable to sweet Amiene’s current future prospects. He aimed for her exposed ear…a guaranteed instant death if his aim was true.

A tear streaming down one cheek, Saul let fly the arrow. He couldn’t afford to wait and see if it hit, he turned and ran low and fast towards the caves where the outlanders were rumoured to be. They were his only possible salvation now, and maybe he could be theirs. As he ran towards the caves his eyes finally exploding in the stream of tears that had threatened for so long.

“My poor sweet Amiene…”

TheOutlander
2008-04-01, 01:39 PM
Thoft- The assault up the Ramp
"As rage clouds judgement, learn to let go, or die." ~
The split second before Thoft launched himself at his former crewmate, he remembered this, and backed off.
If he was to protect Odysseus and Lydia, he would protect them, not by charging headlong into the foe.
Dammit! what is wrong with me!
As Thoft saw Oscar charge up the ramp with him, along with Giovanni, he fell back into a "V" formation with them. And yet through his rage and the pain in his head, a thought crossed his mind.
He slipped the femur into Giovanni's open hand, and as he touched it, another set of memories filled his mind.

oddly, it was the 1812 symphony, with each shot of the cannon, another explosion. the memories came at him suddenly, and he was not able to understand them all, later he would look at them, after the splitting headache went away.
"Think of it as a bomb." he told Giovanni, as he realised he had a weapon.

He rushed back to Lydia, seeing that the men had already picked her up, he supported her neck, as long as Odysseus kept her legs up, Thoft though she had a good chance of survival. He would protect her, because love is stronger than rage.

ForzaFiori
2008-04-01, 04:17 PM
Giovanni stops his swing as he feels Thoft put something in his hand. He glances down, recognizing the femur he had been carrying. Think of it as a bomb What? How could he know... no, it had to be a coincidence... Yet why would he say that unless he knew... Giovanni thinks, remembering a time when the universe was...well, not sane, but at least easier to understand. Back when he wasn't about to celebrate his 3027th birthday, before he was a convict. He and a small group of Revoluntionist insurgents were just leaving the capital of Alpha 2, They had snuck in earlier, and planted a bomb in the meeting room of the senate. Giovanni, the leader of the group, had a small batch of explosives left in his hand, about a cherry bomb's worth. As they were leaving, an officer approched them, asking why they were crawling out an air duct into the capital. Rather than answer, he swings the explosives at the cop, catching him in the temple, exploding the small amount of explosives left. He watched the policeman crumple, a full head shorter than he had been, before running for his life. By the time they set off the explosives an hour and 15 minutes later, he had forgotten about it. Until now, when he had a femur about the weight of a small back of explosives in his hand, and was being advanced upon by what was once humans...hey! Enough reminiscing! Zombie things attacking, remember?! His mind screams out at him, bringing him back to reality. He shakes his head slightly, pictures the...thing...as a cop, and lets loose with a swing.

The_Snark
2008-04-02, 12:21 AM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night

Shame, anger and suspicion flickered through Caroline as the spheres's voice struck her like a blow. Added to her persistent lack of vision, the disorientation made her stumble. Acknowledged, she thinks back; she needed to get away from the specimen let loose from the crate. She starts after the footsteps of the other two, trying to keep her feet while still moving fast enough to keep up with them. Every step carries with it the persistent feeling that she might stumble into one of the crates or some other obstacle, and she can't quite shake the instincts that make her move more slowly and cautiously than she should be doing.

But the spheres's anger leaves a wash of sour feelings in its wake. She'd followed their instructions as best she could, given the limited information they had given her; looking back, she couldn't see any errors in her logic. They had no basis to be angry with her. They shouldn't even possess the capacity for anger. Does true artifical intelligence share the flaws of the organic brain? Why would anybody design it that way? Reasonable explanations come to mind; perhaps it was a semblance of anger to try to motivate her. Yes, that made sense, though she can't—and won't—shake the notion that inherently flawed creators might have made inherently flawed creations. She tries to restrain the emotions, to stamp them out, but resentment lingers. If she was in as much danger as they said, the least they could do is provide her with more precise directions, since they were the ones blocking her eyesight. Not that she was ungrateful if seeing presented a danger, but it was a hindrance as well).

But then as she feels bits of the collective sphere-entity start to vanish, she realizes why it can't do that; it's busy trying to save parts of itself. She tries to quicken her step a bit, though she risks tripping herself; as long as it was preoccupied with the destruction of the spheres that had been in the crate, she had a little time to get out of its way. She's not sure of the power of the spheres, and wouldn't trust her connection with them to give her an accurate impression; they'd altered her enough that she couldn't get a good sense of what they could do with somebody they hadn't changed. But they seem to be the guardians of this place, and anything that could violate that protection.

Janks's voice and the arm roughly settling about her and pulling her along startles her at first, and she reflexively pulls away. She quickly restrains herself from doing that; he was helping her move faster, that was all. With his support, she moves faster, not worrying so much about stumbling. "No," she says, the word coming out in a gasp as she almost trips over his feet, "don't go back. Keep moving away."

Shades of Gray
2008-04-03, 07:17 PM
@Pwenet: I said I was following Thoft. Whatever...

FireSpark
2008-04-03, 07:24 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - The Hallowed Chamber

It was happening again. The odds against such a thing happening the first time were astronomical, but being confronted by impossible creatures twice in a lifetime defied all odds. Wyndell's mind tried to turn itself inside out, or at least that's what it felt like, but something suddenly seized in him and everything became clear. And in the blink of an eye, Wyndell felt a calm come over him, though he could still feel the fear and the tension wanting to seep from every pore of his body, hew was suddenly ready to deal with it all. Quickly glancing around, Wyndell took in and analyzed the quickly evolving situation.

Lydia's injured, a head wound, and apparently a massive amount of blood loss. Matthias is assisting Lydia to her feet, Giovanni appears to be assaulting the walking corpses, as are two new comers. Their uniforms seem familiar, but that is unimportant. Wyndell assessed the situation, plotting where he would do the most good. Three against two, typically good odds, but the targets are unnatural, and we have no weapos to speak of. Lydia is in imminent danger.

Leaping his feet, Wyndell pushed the PCT around to his back, as he dashed for Lydia and Matthias. Sliding to a halt in front of them, Wyndell produced the small first aid kit from behind his belt. Popping it open he was dismayed to see not much was left in the way of supplies. They had used most it up after the crash. But there was at least enough left to stabalize Lydia. Grabbing the a lump of gauze, a bandage, the last plasma injector, and the bottle of painkillers, Wyndell dropped the container.

"Matthias, hold her steady just a moment. Give me second and then we're out of here."

Jabbing the injector into Lydia's thigh, Wyndell geld it for a moment, then pulled it away and tossed it over his shoulder. As quickly and gently as possible, Wyndell pulled the impromtu bandage off Lydia's head, and it its place, applied the gauze and self sealing bandage. Wyndell then quickly swung himself under Lydia's other arm.

"Alright Matthias, any idea where the hell we go now? Anywhere other than here being preferable."

TheOutlander
2008-04-04, 12:18 AM
Thoft- looking over the Injured Lydia
As Thoft arrived, he was able to see Odysseus plunge a needle into Lydia's leg. He shuddered. Something about needles put his blood on edge.

Alright, lean back, and this doctor is going to give you some medicine.
will it help my condition?
Of course it will, now lay back and be quiet.
But why do I have to get the shot, none of the other kids do!
none of the other kids are as special as you.
But what does it do?
it helps young boys. Now sit back, or you don't get that Ice cream we were talking about on the way here.
but that doesn-
alright, no ice cream
But mom-
don't you "but mom" me, mister, we are going straight home.
I don't want to...
You're going to drive me to the grave, young man, now lay down so you can take your medicine!

the memory shot at him as the needle entered Lydia's pale flesh. he could feel the tingling in the back of his neck where his own needle had entered.

His reverie was interrupted by a slight moan from Lydia, and he took almost a second to realize she was reaching for something. The something was easy enough to see, a shiny piece of metal about a meter long, oh gods, its a hand. A robot hand perhaps? No time to think about it, Thoft grabbed the hand and cradled it like a father would a newborn baby.
"Got it." he said, as he watched Odysseus place gause around her head. he also noticed that Odysseus was not used to that sort of work, it was a bit looser than Thoft would have had it.
"Alright Matthias, any idea where the hell we go now? Anywhere other than here being preferable." said Odysseus.
Thoft thought the question was directed at him.
"I beleive I saw the medbay in the ship logs, I can take you."
No promises about what is in the medbay, but she's going to need a sterile place to lie down.
"Keep her talking!" Thoft said, the only way to keep her conscious and alive was to keep her brain active.
On the point of impact, they can go, wait for the first blow, and then clear the line. Thoft had heard it before, but from where?

Mordokai
2008-04-04, 02:55 AM
Misty - Repository for the Long Night

When Janks grabs her and pulls her up, Misty wavers just a little. The horrors she saw just a little before are still alive in her memory. What could have caused those visions? Was it something in that chamber? If it was, Misty didn't want to know what it was. But before she can think further on this, Janks's voice brings her back to present time:

"Don't ever sneak up on me like that again, you hear me?"

"I'm... I'm sorry. But what I just saw... it terrified me. From the looks of it, you didn't fare much better. What happened to us?"

As they joined Caroline and she asks them if they are allright, in, for her, unusally gentle voice, Misty looks at her, mildly worried. Only then the words struck her.

What do you mean, "I couldn't see."? What happened to you? I don't know about Janks, but I had some terrible... visions. It included me and Wyndell. I'd rather not go into details."

As Janks leans her against box and asks her if she's going to ok, she only nods. Sitting there for few seconds, she wipes the blood from her face, but only manages to smear it along her check. So she rather leaves it this way and looks back to the other two. She hears them talking about whatever has caused all this and is more than happy to hear that they don't intend to meddle with it anymore. Deciding she would do more good helping them she stands up and walks to Caroline.

"Caroline... what was that thing in there? And why can't you see? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The_Snark
2008-04-05, 12:27 AM
Caroline- Repository for the Long Night

Caroline could hear Misty's footsteps as they apparently caught up, but she didn't slow. They weren't far enough yet. "Keep moving. Don't stop," she says, a little breathless; running without being able to see took more out of you than it otherwise would. You had to strain to keep going without falling. Perhaps some of it was adrenaline, rather than fatigue. Regardless of why, it took effort as she tried to keep her words measured and calm. "We need to find a door out of here."

She decided it was worth risking the noise and expending a little breath to explain a bit further; it might avert similar disasters in the future. "I can't see because my eyesight was cut off, to protect me from seeing what you saw. Whatever was in there is extremely dangerous, and I can infer that it interferes with your mind through a visual medium. Right now, we need to get far enough away that it can't find us when it finishes what it's doing and starts to pursue us."

Pwenet
2008-04-05, 06:15 PM
Narration #8 – Depths of Insanity

Repository for the Long Night

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationAs Janks helps guide you away, the presence of the spheres fades further and further from your mind. In fact it is as if you are suddenly left along in a void, with the only other presence is the PCT of Wyndell which is not a good conversationalist due to lacking anything even resembling a AI. Yet even with them pulls away from you, leaving you floating in a dark void, you can see more details. Stray thoughts from them race by that you are able to observe.

…the slaves are in the purifications rites…

…specimen is almost free…

…it has dominates those we kept asleep…

…brother human was a fool…

…a fool yet visi….. farewell

…our mission must succeed…

…leave them to their fates…

…what about the masters…

…some may survive…

…we got what we need…

…specimen is trapped within the chamber…

…summoning the natives…

…there is one left with a clear mind…

…he will not survive…

…first rule – protect the supplies…

…second rule – find the ancients cure…

…third rule – destroy the scourge…

A dull explosion rips through your ears and you can hear the metallic sound of metal flying across the chamber, bouncing around the various crates.

…the specimen has escape…

…we failed...Caroline…obey us and survive…

…obey or die…worship us or die…you are not ancient…

…yet vital you and your meatbags are…protect them as best as possible…

…the slaves are betrayed…they will kill…they will feast…they will be processed…

…now leave…NOW! We have work to do…

…They are Insane…They are Corrupted…You are Doomed…Don’t think of me yet…I am always with you…Hold me Tight…They are Deaf Soon…Warn yourself…Insanity Comes…Must Hide…I am a Brother of Humanity…MySideYourSideMySideYourSideLISTEN TO MELISTEN TO ME NOW!!!

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Blinking your vision returns to you. The sudden return of your eyesight to its normal clarity is disorientating enough to throw you off-balance, even more so because your connection to the sphere is cut off completely, leaving you with a dull empty feeling within you. Part of you though is still connected to the PCT, yet you do not detect the trace of the spheres influence in the connection. Or at least that is what they think [how are you masking this?] for you can detect them in the background, watching and observing as they jam the (unable to translate) from making a FTL jump within the chamber .

With your newly restored vision you make out what appears to be three humans. You identify them quickly has priests of the native slaves [where did this knowledge come from?] performing an act of blessing upon their sacred blades [sacrifice of another native, long he is alive and screaming the better the blessing]. Seeing you they turn to look towards you and pulls out their sacrificial knives [well trained, 3rd level priests in charge of sorting the holy containers and making sure they are stored properly for the great journey] still dripping with fresh blood.

Turning to look at the victim you see that he is still alive [An excellent sacrifice] despite his skin hanging off him in ribbons, his lips little more than slits and his bleeding throat preventing him from screaming in agony [Excellent work, they did well]. Looking at the three of you [They have been touched by the specimen and they see that gods bleed, and gods do not bleed for we are gods of metal] they bare their teeth and scream out in their native tongues.

[Holy Spheres Give Us Strength to Become as Pure as You and to Smite these Unbelievers of your Will!] ”HERETICS! FALSE GODS BLEED NOW!”[Standard Prayer for Killing Unbelievers]

They then leap towards the three of you, blades moving not to wound but to kill.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationRunning away from the container from which more and more bright flashes are emerging from it, you follow Janks who is helping to guide the blinded Caroline away from it. From behind you there is a ear-ripping sound of metal tearing and then a dull explosion, and pieces of debris fly all over the place, several of them falling to the ground nearby, the pieces quickly turning white from condensation forming on them. Whatever is escaping from the container is still thankfully out of sight, but you can hear something making fluid swimming sounds up into the air, but not getting any closer at the time. This tranquility is quickly interrupted by bone-curling screams that sound like they originally came from a human throat but is a sound that should have never ever come from one.

Still following the others you three turn a corner when Caroline stiffens and blinks as if she can see again. Looking forward you see three figures standing over a form that was human in a former life, yet now is so badly cut up that details are difficult to make out. Yet you can make out its chest moving as if breathing and a mouth with lips that have had slits carved into it moving as if it was screaming in pain yet nothing comes out. Clad in clothing that looks like the ones worn by the natives you ran into earlier, these humans are also clad in elaborate robes. Seeing the three of you they reach into their robes and pull out wicked looking knifes, stained with blood. Looking over at the three of you they bare their teeth and scream out in their native tongue, finishing with the following in English.

”HERETICS! FALSE GODS BLEED NOW!”

They then leap towards you, their knives flashing to kill while the sounds of the creature that was unleashed getting closer.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationPulling Caroline away from the box, it is lucky that she does not struggle and quickly you all meet up with Misty around the corner As Caroline explains the situation, not being able to see the flashes seems to keep the horrific images that you saw safely locked within your memories.

With a ear-ripping tear that sounds like ground-zero of two ships ramming into each other, pieces of the box you had opened fly throughout the chamber, several of them landing in front of you, smoking and turning white from condensation. You can hear something swimming in the air, crashing against objects and making strange fluid sounds yet is thankfully out of sight. Then several bone-curling screams can be heard off in the distance, screams that sounds like they came from a human throat yet should never have been generated.

Motivated by Caroline words you help guide her further and further away from the creature even as more human screams can be heard. Rounding a corner you feel her suddenly stiffen in shock and she moves slightly, almost throwing you off balance but you are able to keep it. Looking you see three figures in front of you standing over a human form that has dozens of deep lacerations dripping blood onto the ground. Yet you can make out its chest moving as if breathing and a mouth with lips that have had slits carved into it moving as if it was screaming in pain yet nothing comes out. Obviously human, they are dressed in elaborate robes made of the same material that the natives you ran into earlier. Eyes that have the tint of insanity glance up at you all, and as one they reach into their robes, and each of them pulls out a wicked looking knife, stained in blood. Looking at you three, they bare their teeth at you and scream out.

”HERETICS! FALSE GODS BLEED NOW!”

Evidently the limit of the language that they have at their disposal they leap towards you and the others while overhead the sounds of something swimming through the air comes closer.

The Hallowed Chamber
mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard [i]Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationRushing forward with the shinbone in hand, you wind up and take a mighty swing. The blow flies true and smashes against the side of the head of the one called Shad, caving in the side of the skull visibly and snapping the neck of the crewmember to the side. The ancient shinbone shatters within in yours hands and falls apart, leaving you with several pieces that that could be used as nice stabbing or slashing weapons.

Your target tilts its head at you as part of its skull falls off, covered in various bits of grey matter and blood. Yet there is no burst of blood, only a little bit as if the target heart was not beating. Despite this attack that would have killed a zombie on the Hope Killer instead of falling to the ground the target swings up and catches you with a blow to the chest.

The cave spins wildly around and you fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. Nothing appears to be broken but you are disorientated and the world seems to spin around. Looking you see that Shad is approaching you, with bits and pieces of its brain falling to the ground. It swing down at you but luckily you are able to roll out of the way, noticing in clear detail that the blow punches THROUGH the metal ramp you are on. It starts pulling back, trying to pull its arm free of the ramp and you take advantage of this opportunity and stab Shad in the forehead with the broken bit of bone in a section that was already weakened by your previous blow.

Twisting the shard you yank it out after turning the brains of Shad into a messy scrambled mess, and yet it still is able to strike out at you, a blow that you are barely able to avoid. Grabbing its own hand Shad yanks backwards and RIPS its own arm off, freeing itself from the ramp. Turning to face you it starts walking towards you, it’s remaining hand curling up into a fist.

From your vantage point you can see that the others have managed to take advantage of this fight and got Lydia into the relative safety of the ship. In addition the other person who engaged the other creature has managed to throw him over the railings of the ramp you are on.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationRushing forward you see that Giovanni is alongside you. He goes for Shad leaving you with Ezekil. Hefting the shinbone that you took from another corpse that didn’t survive the long sleep you rush forward. Flashing back to your training you let Ezekil launch the first attack, and are prepared for it and roll out of the way from a punch that would have taken you full in the face. Swinging the shinbone you bring it down on Ezekils arm with a dull crack sound, and the arm bends at a unnatural angle and falls limp.

Turning Ezekil swings his broken arm and the limp mass of flesh and bone catching you in the face. Following up with another blow from its good arm you manage to twist and move with the blow which drives you against a railing on the ramp. From the corner of your eye you see the one other person who is fighting with Shad who is flying through the air from a blow from Shad.

Focusing back on Ezekil you wait, and wait some more, and then twist once more to the side as he charges you and runs into the railing. Turning around you swing the shinbone once again at the back of Ezekils skull, sending him over the railing. He manages to grab it with his broken arm as he starts to fall, hanging over the deep abyss that the ramp goes over. In addition the shinbone has broken off into sharp fragments, and running on instinct you aim for the break in the arm of Ezekil and STAB through it.

The weakened flesh gives way and tears, and Ezekil falls victim to the sweet mistress of gravity, falling down the abyss. Watching for what seems to be hours you see him strike the ground and explode in a bloody mess. The severed hand however does not obey the laws of severed limps and stop moving, but instead starts pulling itself up the railing and falls back onto the ramp, and moving itself towards you.

By this point you see that the others have made it to the relative safety of the ship.

Within the Tomb of Metal
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationUsing the last of the supplies in the small medical kit you had, you use them on Lydia. Now with her head better wrapped the bleed is finally under control, and her color looks to be better as well. Turning you see that Giovanni and one of those in the strange uniform have engaged the creatures who seem to share similar intelligence levels with the ones that you had to deal with before. In a nutshell they are easily distracted and open up their ranks.

As one you and Matthias who are supporting Lydia while the other newcomer taking point holding the artificial arm of Malaki sprint down the ramp towards the ship. Passing the two creatures they do not make any move to attack and continue attacking Giovanni and the other newcomer.

Entering into the ship the other newcomer takes point and guides you down the corridors. Light activate as your party races through the ship and you can’t help but notice how clean the ship is, yet it looks barren. Gone are the standard emergency first aid kits and repair kits, gone are random boxes, leaving the corridors bare and empty. Your mind races and you start to be able accurately guess the turns as you dig through the memories of various ships you helped design in the past. Within a minute your little party reaches the medical bay of the ship.

Opening the doors lights activate and you see that is a much smaller one than what was on the Hope Killer. The chamber consists of one main surgical bed and a few other smaller beds closer to the entrance with various cabinets along the walls. Settling Lydia down on the surgical bed you look up to see various tools held in the ceiling and along the bed itself. As she settles a computer terminal on the bed activates and starts running through a startup routine. It appears to be a basic scanning unit to be used for medical purposes that within a few minutes activates.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationObserving Wyndell using the last of the supplies in a small medical kit that he had, you get ready to move the wounded Lydia. Once the two creatures have been engaged by Giovanni and one of the newcomers, your small parts takes off and runs down the ramp towards the ship.

Taking a glance behind you it is fairly obvious that these creatures have the same intelligence level that the zombies you ran across onboard the Hope Killer for they remain focused on those that attacked him. Taking full advantage of this your party runs into the ship.

As you travel through the corridors lights activate, showing clean and well-maintained corridors, but no signs of additional equipment. No medical kits on the walls, no crates of supplies, yet everything else looks clean.

After running through some of the corridors you all arrive at the medical bay. It is a small chamber, equipped with a surgical bed and several other smaller beds with various cabinets along the walls. Between you and Wyndell you are able to gently rest Lydia down on the surgical bed, which lights up and a computer terminal activates that is attached to the bed.

While Wyndell works on the computer terminal you start looking through the cabinets and find that they are holding various medical supplies, all of which surprisingly look to be in excellent condition.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationPassing over the shinbone to one of the newcomers you take lead after retrieving the metal arm. The two others then engage the bizarre mockeries of your former crewmembers. Having the most up-to-date knowledge on the ship you take the point, and once the creatures have been engaged sprint forward. Taking a glance behind you can see that two others (Wyndell and Matthias) are carrying Lydia between the two of them, and the creatures are not pursuing them either.

Reaching the airlock to the ship, the lights had apparently automatically faded when you left come back on. Without even thinking about it you start leading them towards the medical bay on the ship. The route comes to you without hesitation, as if you spent considerable time to memorize the route. Within a few minutes you open up the hatch and enter the medical bay.

The medical bay itself it a simple affair, with a large surgical bed in the back with several smaller beds scattered around the place. Along the walls are cabinets and tables, all of which area clean of debris and looking almost brand new.

Like the rest of the ship it is in impeccable condition. For a moment you fear that the equipment was stripped from this chamber as well, yet after Matthias and Wyndell settle Lydia down on the surgical bed one of them opens up a cabinet and you see various medical supplies within them. Looking down at her you get the sense that while she is still in danger she is doing better.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound – Bandaged and treated with a Plasma Injector to help replace lost blood. In shock and disorientated but conscious.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationFighting against the influence the sensation of something driving against your leg draws you closer back to reality. From the leg pain comes warmth and your head starts to clear. You feel painful pressure on your head and a sensation of movement before you feel that you are flying.

The sudden change and movement helps awaken you and the influence fades away from you. Blinking your eyes open you find yourself looking at a metal floor moving rapidly below you. Raising you head you find yourself being carried by Matthias and Wyndell with a stranger whom you recognize leading the way towards a metallic object in the distance. In the background you can hear the sounds of combat but that does not seem to concern you.

The next thing you become aware of is being settled down onto a comfortable object that conforms to your shape. Sinking deeper and deeper into it you groan and close your eyes tight, causing a wave of pain to wash over you. Looking up you see various tools that look like torture instruments to you above you, with bright lights activating casting themselves in eerie shadows. Strange figures hover over you, yet what truly draws your attention is the metal arm of Makaki being held by a stranger.

Village of the Faithful
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationLetting the arrow fly loose from your bow, you turn before you can watch what happens but deep within your gut you just KNOW that it flew true, that you killed poor sweet Amiene. As you turn to run you hear orders barked from the Chieftain son. The parts you can understand seem to be along the lines of “Kill the heretic” with the wailing of the priestess behind him.

Thanks to the confusion that is going on in the village it is a simple matter for you to make your way to the entrance of the cave. Only once before have you been within the cave which was many years ago when you first came upon this village as a test for you. Only those that were worthy would have the willpower not to walk past Brother Human. Luckily for you at the time you knew what they expected and you prostrated yourself in front of Brother Human until he waved you away.

Arriving at the entrance you glance around and see that one of the falling stars have landed almost in front of it. Burning debris litter the landscape and the cave entrance itself has caved in. In front of it surrounded by priests is the Chief of the village, looking lost and confused while the priests have prostrated themselves around the entrance. From the main path you hear oncoming people and coming from it is the Chieftain son along with several warriors and laborers carrying various tools. As the son and father meet you are too far away to make out what is being said, but judging by the bloodsoaked clothing that the son is wearing the purification is well underway.

The Chieftain the gestures towards the cave, and the son nods and gestures as well and screams out orders. The warriors and laborers then rush forward and start clearing the cave-in, moving quickly, far too quickly to be good. Watching the gestures between the Chieftain and his son, you make out them talking about the visitors from the sky, and with a final gesture across his throat you realize that they are being blamed for what is happening.

Thinking you remember shortly after your arrival discovering a small side-cave nearby. You had made your way within it, and after several hours of walking through it you found yourself in the what could only be the Repository for the Long Night. Rows and rows of the strange boxes that your efforts were put into, seemingly frozen in a flash, with the priests escorting them into the cave of Brother Human. Slinking around you had noticed several priests in the area moving the boxes around, they eyes lost and confused as if they were following orders from another power. At the time you decided to leave quickly before you were noticed, but now you have to wonder if that small side-cave would still be open and if so, would it lead you to the outsiders.

The path to the side-cave would most likely be clear as well, yet there is always a chance with the rain of the stars that others may be around seeking to live.

ForzaFiori
2008-04-05, 07:58 PM
Holy... Giovanni thinks, seeing the thing punch through the ramp. Alright, stay away from the arms...or arm He mentally adds, correcting himself as it rips its arm off. He turns quickly to check on the newcomer, to see him knock his zombie off the ramp. Hey, a little help when your done man? Theses things are a bit stronger than we thought! He yells out as he continues to dodge the swings, trying to take out the remaining arm with his fairly pathetic shiv.

FireSpark
2008-04-09, 06:23 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Medbay of Chasing the Second Star

Wyndell stepped around to the control console that was powering up next to the surgical bed. As he plucked at a few of the symbols he recognized, the display became more and more blurry to his sight. Damn. Been too long without my glasses. Giving his head a shake to try and clear his vision. But after only one or two seconds his eyes began to blur again, this time feeling as if they were trying to go cross on him. Giving himself a brief slap in the face to try and wake up a bit, it suddenly occurred to him that he had configured the PCT to compensate for his lack of glasses when he first found it. And though its interfaces were three thousand years ancient, so was the ship he was on. On top of that, it was now computing with the power equivalent to a pair of Tartan-class super cores, rigged in sync no less.

Pulling the small but powerful PCT from his shoulder, Wyndell set on the diagnostic terminal and fumbled about for the small hardwire connector set in the bottom. Finally finding it, he pulled about two feet of cable loose, and began his search for the medical terminal’s jack. With his eyes getting only worse it took a moment, but thankfully the people who had put this vessel together had stuck with standard configurations, and Wyndell was able to locate the port mostly from memory. Jacking the PCT in, he plucks at the larger than normal images his PCT is set to display and tells the system to start a full diagnostic of the patient, but refrain from any intense or invasive procedures. We may have to move again in a hurry. Don’t need her stuck to a machine. Then the PCT started getting blurry.

Bracing one hand on the console, Wyndell rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and fore finger, trying to massage some more focus out of them. Unfortunately the rest of him took that as the sign to try and relax, and since he had long since been running on pure adrenaline, the result was that Wyndell almost toppled over face first onto the floor. Barely catching himself, Wyndell pushed himself back instead, landing against the wall behind him. He gestured at the console.

“Matthias, watch her. I think I may be out of juice over here.”

Slowly sliding down the wall, Wyndell came to a sitting position, his legs stuck straight out in front of him. His vision had gone completely blurred now, and it felt as if his retinas were now on fire. A pleasant sensation to be certain. On top of that, all the aches, pains, and general injuries that he had sustained since waking up were beginning to make their presence known. His shoulders were cramped, his legs were dead weight, and the slash across his face burned anew. Looking up, Wyndell tried to make out details around him, but his vision and his mind just wouldn’t lock onto anything. Making a pathetic attempt to wave at the nearby fuzzy mess that he believed was the newcomer that had aided them, namely by the color of the blur, Wyndell kind of chuckled to himself.

“So ‘Homer’, what is it with you and this Odysseus nonsense?”

Wyndell kicked his head back in his best attempt at being casual, but instead achieved a sense of walking wounded. And for some reason his mouth kept going dry. Damn I hurt.

TheOutlander
2008-04-10, 12:36 AM
Thoft- The Medical Bay

Thoft looked at Odysseus as he slapped himself, looked and found a power outlet, and then slowly slid down the side of the wall.
As Odysseus did this, Thoft looked over this "Lydia" person. Who was she, and who were they, why were they here now? What time is it, and why the hell can't he remember his name? He shoved all of this into the back of his mind when he realised she was looking at him. He smiled sadly, inwardly suprised at his reaction to her beauty. She reminds me of.... someone, but Who? Not like its a damned suprise that I can't remember, but who is this girl?
After a second he realised he was staring. He looked towards the monitor and hooked himself into the wall, Thoft might not have much, but a pint of blood would get her a long way. While he knew there could be a chance of blood mismatch, after the scene on the ramp, it was a small risk. Lydia stirred when the needle found her arm. Thoft could understand the discomfort.
What was he supposed to do in this situation?
somewhere deep down, he realised she yearned for the arm, or something that used to be attatched to it.
"Malakai." the word meant nothing to him, but it was obviously the name that she was attatched to.
he set the arm down on her stomach, and placed her left hand on it.
She was so beautiful. he thought, his blood flowing through her veins.
then he saw it.
All of it.
Her waking up on the ship, the battles with the zombies, and the reavers. the images were so intense that Thoft felt his head was going to explode.
then he saw it, a man, malakai, a technician that she fell head over heels in love with, die at the hands of nature. he burned it into his mind, and tried to release the painful memories.
"So Homer, what is it with you and this Odysseus nonsense?"
Thoft heard the comment from a distance, as if the man had shouted it from a mile away, yet it was so very close, Thoft turned to him, understanding the reference.
"You lead your people to victory with words and your mind, you've kept them alive with the cool head, You've survived sparta, and are now on an Oddessy home. Other than that, I have no idea, it is your name, just as hers' is Lydia."

banjo1985
2008-04-10, 06:23 AM
"Damnit."

Saul wiped the tears angrily from his eyes and stared at the tribesman as they dug away at the rubble, safely hidden in the trees at the side of the path. With the strength of blind faith behind them it would not take long for the rubble to be cleared. Then they would be upon the outlanders...an ambush...many of them were unarmed....it would be a slaughter.

"No, they're my ticket out of here...I need them."

Saul broke to the left slinking quietly but quickly through the trees, his years of hunting experience coming to the fore. Skirting around the main entrance, he headed for the less trodden path he had discovered once before, hoping against all hope it would still be clear. The caves were like honeycomb; this path led to the Repository of Long Night, he was sure that from there he would be able to find the outlanders. The question was, would he get there in time?

Saul's feet slapped down onto the packed dirt of the path, and a quick galnce around confirmed the path was clear and deserted...at least at this spot. Breaking into a run, Saul made for the side entrance to the caves, bow held easily in one hand and an arrow in the other. If there were others on this path he would be ready.

Saul quickened his pace, hitting a flatout sprint, aware of what rested upon his shoulders. These outlanders were his way out of this godforsaken place, people from another world, they could tell him so much about the places he had never seen. Maybe they could take him there. With his friends dead he had nothing to live for on Gaia anyway.

"I must get to them first, for my sake and theirs."

He spoke no more, saving his breath for running. Saul ran headlong towards the entrance of the cave, just round the next corner. He had been lucky so far, he just hoped his luck would hold out.

Inspectre
2008-04-10, 11:18 PM
Looking behind him as he helps rush Lydia into the ship, Matthias feels a pang of regret as he watches Giovanni and the other Chasing the Second Star crewmember face off against the two zombie/human/whatevers. He should be helping them deal with this threat: no man left behind and all that. But Lydia needed immediate medical treatment, and Matthias still wasn't sure this newcomer could be trusted around a dying Lydia and, well . . . Wyndell.

He certainly wasn't the most capable combatant, but then again Matthias was hardly a trained killer either. He had learned that the hard way, the usual way a man learns how to kill, and gradually becomes comfortable with the thought of ending another's life, should it prove necessary.

The rest of the journey to the medical bay was thankfully uneventful, and a quick inventory revealed that its medical scanner was still in operatable condition and unlike the rest of the ship apparently, the medical bay had not been stripped clean.

While Wyndell worked on getting the medical scanner up, Matthias dug around the supplies, taking quick stock and trying to decide what would work best in this situation. Like the Hope Killer before it, Chasing the Second Star was from his own time, and thus its medical bay was stocked with equipment he at least had familiarity with. There was no magical futuristic wand he would have no idea how to operate, but instead artificial blood injectors and cans of bio-foam.

Turning back to the others, can of bio-foam in one hand, blood injector in the other, Matthias is surprised to find that the crewman has already started a blood transfusion of his own with himself as the donor. It seems to be working so far, but Matthias knew just enough medicine to know if they were of different blood-types, all hell was about to break loose. At least the man appeared to be from their own time as well, so he would presumably have good old-fashioned human blood of A, B, AB, or O types, instead of some sort of strange genetic drift human blood.

Setting aside the blood injector for the moment, Matthias approached the bed with the can of bio-foam. Positioning himself across the medical bed from the crewman so as not to disturb his transfusion, Matthias tried to maintain his calm tone as he addressed Lydia.

"Alright Lydia, I'm now going to remove the bandages and squirt some bio-foam into your head wound. It should pinch a little bit but shouldn't be any worse than what you've already been through."

A half-truth: bio-foam typically felt like liquid fire being poured into an open wound for the first few seconds as it attached itself and altered its molecular pattern to match the person's, but it was true that it wouldn't be any worse than what Lydia had already been through. Particularly with the apparent death of Malakai, unless there were others suddenly running around here with cybernetic arms. Given the appearance of zombies, aliens, and androids, pretty much nothing could be discounted at present.

"After that, we'll scan you for any other injuries, and maybe give you some painkillers if you need them. But not too much, because we'll need you cognizant enough to run with us if more of those things show up - there aren't really anymore of those things running around in here, are there?" Matthias asked, looking up to address this last question to the crewman.

Then, taking a deep breath, Matthias reaches up and removes the bandages from Lydia's head. Although he would have prefered to work carefully, the nature of the wounds and Lydia's already critical condition necessitated more speed than care. Pulling the last bits of blood-soaked cloth away from Lydia's head, Matthias positioned the bio-foam can properly and activated it, spraying it wherever it seemed that Lydia was wounded.

Once this task was finished and assuming no alien horrors immediately kicked down the door, Matthias sighed in relief. "Lydia should be fine now between the bio-foam and your transfusion, at least long enough for us to give her a full scan."

Walking over to the medical scanner's controls, Matthias notices that Wyndell has attempted to jack his PCT in, but finished halfway through and was now slumped against the wall. "Need some stimulants . . . Odysseus?" Matthias asked, allowing himself a small smile at using this new nickname.

Hearing the latest crewman's comments, Matthias allowed himself a small sigh of annoyance. "I'm not so sure about the home bit, friend. Home is three thousand years ago, so unless you're going to tell me there's a time machine around here somewhere, I don't think going home is going to be the plan for anyone. Survival is, and let me tell you, I'm getting damned tired of facing down certain death every couple hours on the hour."

Sighing, Matthias shook his head and rubbed his own eyes as he attempted to make enough sense of the scanner controls to start a "basic medical scan". "Sorry, we're all just tired. I could probably use some of those stimulants I just offered to Wyndell, or should I say Odysseus. Hmm, so if you're Homer, he's Odysseus, and she's just Lydia, what am I? The Frozen Man?"

The goofy smile Matthias forced onto his face instantly falters as he realizes his mistake. He really was tired to be making stupid slips like that. Shaking his head, Matthias tries to cover up his mistake, the words sounding pathetically hollow. "Sorry, guess I really am tired if I"m bringing up that old boogeyman. My older brother used to regale me with tales of his hideous exploits throughout the cosmos when I was just a kid. Guess those stories made a lasting impression on me."

The_Snark
2008-04-11, 12:45 AM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night

The spheres were gone, and she could see again. Are they really gone? I can hear them still; are they still listening to me, watching me? Irrelevant at the moment. What they had said, though—it was worrying. Parts of it were contradictory; parts sounded like the ramblings of madmen. Had the spheres been human, she would have counted them insane. Could an artificial intelligence lose sanity? Could the incredibly complex processors that made up the spheres have degraded, producing something akin to madness? Or was she simply failing to understand all of what they were trying to say?

Worship; a disquieting word to use. Spirituality was a natural stage in the evolution of intelligence, but that didn't make it correct. It was misguided, it fostered blind obedience. Religious fervor was inferior to rational thought, as the march of time had proved. The spheres had set up a religion for their native slaves as a tool, to keep them obedient. Humans often had an unfortunate mix of intelligence combined with lack of foresight; they questioned an action that seemed illogical because they couldn't grasp the eventual benefits of it. Blind religious fervor would keep the natives from questioning and rebelling against the spheres, and Caroline would have agreed with their tactic fully, except that...

... the men before them were clearly not the result of a madness just now inflicted upon them. She knew the rituals they were carrying out; knew that they had showed skill with the knives they carried. The spheres of the Ancients had given their approval to such sacrifices. That the man had not been able to scream would garner more of their favor.

How long had the data corruption festered inside the artificial intelligences? Had a desperate mankind, unwilling to spend the time needed to perfect their designs, made them flawed from their creation?

It was strange how the organic mind could dwell on such things at such a time. Caroline couldn't even blame it fully on that side of her; portions of her internal processors were analyzing the problem as well.

She put a stop to such thoughts. As vital as those considerations were, they would do her no good if the slaves killed all three of them. She could not allow herself, or any of them, to die. She steps away from Janks to give herself more room, raising her hand—instinct had brought her hands up already, ready to use the things she was holding as flimsy shields against the knives—and pointing steadily at chest height. A hit at any point along that line would incapacitate, shattering armbones or puncturing lungs.

She fires two shots as her line of fire (she thought it was a military-grade needler) traverses the rightmost of the three natives, backpedaling steadily. Her line of fire—a simple thing to calculate the probable points of impact and try to regulate shots—intersects the second, and she fires again. Mathematically, it was an elementary exercise to calculate almost exactly where the projectile would impact and thus when she should fire; in practice, she was finding it was not quite so simple. She could make the calculations in time, but actually firing at the exact right time was difficult. Adrenaline pounds through her, throwing perfectly timed electronic impulses just slightly off and twitching her aim slightly out of sync with where it had been a fraction of a second ago.

Distantly, she realizes that she can feel activity with her mind, through whatever connection the spheres had established for her with the PCT; but she has no time to spare for monitoring it. She was fighting for her life.

ubersquid
2008-04-11, 06:15 AM
Janks - Repository for the Long Night

Janks stares at the three priests and their unorthodox sacrifice. Another swirling noise in the air makes come to his senses once more. Caroline seemed to have regained some of hers as well and already stepped away, firing her gun at the knife-wielding maniacs.

Caroline still seemed a bit disoriented though. Putting himself in front of her, essentially by shoving her behind him, Janks raises his rifle as well and pulls the trigger. Bright white flashes emanate from the muzzle as the slugs shoot out. Janks doesn't care too much about aiming and simply fires at the general direction of the attackers. With the rifle set to full auto and a one hundred round magazine, a few of them would hit their target for sure.

TheOutlander
2008-04-11, 12:03 PM
Thoft- Medical Bay


As Thoft's blood flowed into Lydia, he realised she was different from the rest, something about her made him feel like family. Kindred. that was the term. The older man made a comment as he pressed a can of biofoam to Lydia's head. At that moment, Thoft felt pain as he'd never felt before. Liquid fire flowed through his head as Lydia's wounds were mended.
"God... that hurts."
As he looked over to Matthias, he decided to speak to the man who was annoyed with him.
"Home isn't where you used to live. Home. An environment offering affection and security." He sighed, as the burning pain in his head began to recede.
Memories began to appear in his head.
"And I'm either reliving my first period, hallucinating, or I'm... my god. I'm psychic."

After a moment, he looked at them. "Yeah, I'm not really suprised."

"Sorry, we're all just tired. I could probably use some of those stimulants I just offered to Wyndell, or should I say Odysseus. Hmm, so if you're Homer, he's Odysseus, and she's just Lydia, what am I? The Frozen Man?"

"I'm... sorry, I don't know. I DON'T KNOW! PLEASE JUST STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!" Thoft told him, suprised at his outburst.

"I'm... I need to know who I am before I can start naming you all."

tgva8889
2008-04-11, 08:25 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Medical Bay

Lydia feels a pain in her leg and a strange floating sensation. Something about it seemed perfectly natural to her, as though it was simply the small prick of her death and she was floating away to a much better place. Her mind was playing tricks on her, that was all. She felt that shadowy presence fade into the background, her mind more focused on everything around her. Pure light filled her vision once more, but this time the light faded as she saw a steel floor beneath her. As her vision began to continue its focus, Lydia felt something on her body and a throbbing pain on her head. Unable to react to anything quick enough, she decided it would be best to just let herself be taken away.

As she felt herself being placed upon the ground, comfort flooded Lydia's body for a moment. She saw movement around her, but she couldn't quite discern the exact people moving about. Noticing something shining, Lydia forced her eyes to focus a bit more, seeing the metallic shape of Malaki's arm. "Malaki..." Lydia groaned, still at a whisper's pitch, so that it would be impossible to hear.

Then she felt a prick on her arm. Shifting uncomfortably away from it, Lydia then felt blood moving into her from that entry point. It felt wrong, all wrong...something was wrong, and Lydia couldn't quite place it. She knew that none of them should be giving her blood.

Memories appeared in her eyes. She saw herself, trapped on the ship. The Hope Killer, it had been called. Zombies, everywhere, moving...then she saw people dying. That man, dragged off by the beasts...that woman, sacrificing herself to save them...she saw the others. She remembered the bridge of that ship, where he was on the ground, paralyzed. Malaki was there, and now, now he was dead. Gone. Everything was coming back.

More memories began to move, but this time they weren't hers. Lydia was confused for a moment as she saw them. It was strange to be seeing these things, things she knew other people had once seen, as well. She saw a war, she saw two men in uniforms, working...something was very different about these memories.

Then, of course, pain ripped through her head. It felt like pure and utter hell for a minute of her life. She could hear someone talking, but at the moment, it didn't matter: pain blocked out everything. Screaming out loud at both emotional and physical pain crushing her spirits at once, Lydia tried to focus on the movements around her. Focusing through the pain was impossible, but manageable somewhat.

Conscious began clawing at her skull again. As the pain subsided, Lydia felt mental faculties returning to her. Trying to move her arms proved to be a useless exercise, as they barely twitched at all. She could still move her hands very sluggishly, but not enough to do anything. Her eyes weren't working quite correctly, either. She felt her arm moving, and, wondering at the motion, was also additionally curious at the weight that suddenly appeared on her chest. Moving her fingers about this new object, Lydia comes to find that it's familiar. Much too familiar. She tries to focus her eyes on the person who gave it to her, but, unable to really make them out, she whispers "Thank...you."

Unable to keep focusing due to the strain on her body, her mind, and her eyes, Lydia stopped seeing and started trying to push herself towards sleep.

Mordokai
2008-04-12, 04:59 AM
Misty Reviere – Repository for the Long night

After hearing the explosion behind her, Misty's first instinct was to throw herself on the floor. All the training she had ever received(granted, that wan't much, but still), all the videos she ever saw... everything had one thing in common. When exposed to explosion, throw yourself flat on the floor to minimize exposed surface. That way, the shock wave will wash over you, instead of hitting you directly, thusly reducing the damage done to body greatly.

However, seeing Caroline and Janks pushing on, she decides to follow them. When the debris starts falling around them, she covers her head with her hands and ducks a little but continues running. Before even a single thought is able to enter her head, she spots three people ahead of them. Three people with long, bloody knives and very obviously unfriendly intetions. After screaming something in a language she didn't understand and then something about false gods and bleeding, she is very sure that they aren' there to entertain them. Which is shortly confirmed, as the men attack the three of them.

Having some martial training under her belt, Misty wasn't too concerned about herself. Remembering back to old days, training with her father.

The gym was quiet and there was a somber feeling to the air. Standing on the other end of the field was her dad, clad in white kimono. Not uttering a word, he just standed there. For Misty, this was more worrying as if he came wailing at her with lungs full of air and striking at her. So she decided to do something about it. It was she than ran up to him and try to hit him. He didn't so much as flich at her attack until she was just a few inches in front of him. Next thing she knew, she way lying on floor, with his knee pressing lightly on her throat. Had he wanted it, he could crush her windpipe in a second.

Letting her go, he helped her stand up.

“Remember Misty, recklesness was the doom of many a man. Never let your emotions guide you. Always keep a clear head and your chances of walking away from a fight in one piece will increase dramaticaly, while those of your enemies will decrease jsut as much.“

It was a wise advice and she intended it to put it to good use. So she readied herself and waited for them to come closer. But before that could happen, Caroline and Janks opened fire on them.

Misty was more than little dissapointed at that. Here was finally a chance to prove herself useful and they took it away from her. Next moment, dissapointment was replaced with surprise. Was this really she? Did she really wanted to fight them so badly? What was happening to her? Sure, the events of last couple of hours had taken the toll on her, but this wasn't like her at all.

Shaking her head, she once again concentrated on situation on hand. She would think of this later. At the moment, she jsut waited what would come out of this. She certainly wasn't stupid enought to put herself on the fireline between Janks, Caroline and their enemies. So she just waited to see if any of the knife wielders would survive barage. If that happened she could still get him if he would be stupid enought to get close enought for her to strike.

Pwenet
2008-04-12, 03:48 PM
Narration #9 – A Moment of Peace


Repository for the Long Night

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationOpening fire at the approaching natives as you backpedal away from them, the rightmost one twitches as his left shoulder erupts in blood and falls limp to the side of him. Not even stopping or acknowledging the wound [Sacrifices involve the intake of narcotics to enhance the experience]. Your second shot by luck strikes the priest in his throat, and his eyes widen in shock as tiny little cuts appear around the leftside of his throat and his lifeblood starts to leak out from the tiny wounds. He stumbles for a second and then falls to the ground. Yet despite this obviously soon-to-be-fatal wound, the priest looks at you with accusing eyes of insanity [Death will come for him soon, ignore him].

Before you can do anything else Janks shoves you behind him and takes a pose like an action hero from the old films from the 20th century. He forgoes the finesse that you decided to use and instead relies on raw overwhelming firepower. The slugs fired by his rifle were designed to penetrate body armor, and against the unarmored opponents, they simply fall and collapse to the ground in various pieces.

[You have been lied to. I am sorry, I have tried to keep them under control. The centuries of neglect, you are right, they are insane. Yet they are loyal to their programming.]

Blinking in agony the poor sacrifice is still amazingly alive. Laying on the table that he is on, strapped by the chest and legs he has apparently managed to free one of his arms. Raising the free arm it shakes as it points towards you, or possibly past you, lips moving as if trying to speak with tears starting to run from one of his eyes.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationAs you move forward to cover Caroline, she fires off two shots. Either by skill or luck the strike the rightmost figure, wounding his arm and then hitting his throat and he falls to the ground. Pushing her behind you, you brace yourself and squeeze the trigger.

The weapons of your era were designed to reduce recoil as much as possible, for that was one of the key things that made weapons so inefficient in previous times. As such you are easily able to hold the weapon steady and sweep it between the two figures. Your weapon, designed to take on armored opponents brings a new definition to the word “overkill” as the rounds literally shred the two oncoming figures. No amount of painkillers, zombification or genetic engineering can keep a human body moving after your rifle is done with them, and the two figures simply fall apart onto the ground.

Releasing the trigger you see that you used up about half of the cartridge. Blinking in agony the poor sacrifice is still amazingly alive. Laying on the table that he is on, strapped by the chest and legs he has apparently managed to free one of his arms. Raising the free arm it shakes as it points towards you, or possibly past you, lips moving as if trying to speak with tears starting to run from one of his eyes.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationPreparing yourself for combat, the ancient quote “Do not bring a knife to a gun fight” still holds true as Caroline opens fire with her pistol, taking out one of the enemies. Before she can shift her aim towards the other two Janks shoves her behind him, and opens fire with his rifle. Needless to say the rifle makes short work of the remaining two, and their remains fall to the ground in various places.

Behind their remains the figure that they had been torturing has unexpectedly lasted far longer than the ones that caused the vicious wounds upon him. He waves a shaking hand up and extends a single finger, seemingly pointing at you, the ruined lips trying to speak something. Yet you get the sense that he is not point at you, but elsewhere that happens to be behind you. Turning you look behind, then up. At first all you see are the various containers and the walls of the cave.

Yet off along the wall there is an opening high up. Standing within the opening, which is barely more than a crack in the wall is a figure. Details are hard to make out except that he seems to have something like an ancient bow, is clad like the natives, however he is not prostrating himself at you or using the bow to send out arrows towards you group. Instead it seems that he is almost, watching you. His attention then shifts away from your group towards something else.

The Hallowed Chamber
mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.


The Narration Attacking with the improvised weapons you have you slash several deep wounds on the arm of the creature. Yet the blood does not flow like it should of, and the creature does not react in pain, not even when one of your strikes sends one of its fingers flying. Ignoring the attacks it steps forward quickly and grabs your throat and pushes you back until your back is presses against the railing, with the creature squeezing tighter and tighter.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationHaving dispatched your opponent to the abyss you turn and see that the other person is not faring as well, and at the moment he is being held by the creature by his throat and being presses against the railing.

Within the Tomb of Metal
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationSetting up the scanner unit, you start it scanning on the Lydia and give a list of available options for treatment. Even before it finishes up the one stranger moves up and pulls out a blood transfusion kit. You dimly remember that such units from your time were capable to scrubbing blood of the blood types, making it so that two people of different blood types can donate and receive without ill effects. In addition Matthias gets to work on treating the basic wound itself with bio-foam and another bandage.

As you rest and recover your eyes glaze over the various pieces of equipment scattered around the medical bay, and your eyes rest on a device that you recognize throughout you lifetime of eye-problems. While you typically used eyeglasses for various reasons, contact lenses were a viable alternative as well, but harder to keep track of when not being used. Since the prisons didn’t care about giving fine medical treatment to the prisoners the glasses were the best that you had expected to be able to use, however now having access to a full modern medical bay that was apparently maintained, you realize that you could use the machine to make some contact lenses. It also looks like it could also add some interesting features to them as well, like maybe a HUD connected to your PCT or other things that you can think of.

The scanner then completes its scan.

Scan Results
Patient – Unknown – Female
Detecting Cybernetic Implants, Unknown Function, Non-Functional.
Skull Laceration – Has been treated with Bio-Foam. No signs of infection.
Blood Loss – Detecting Transfusion Unit in Use to Replace Lost Blood
Concussion – Initiating treatment with prescription-strength Mersical for pain and to treat symptoms. Please give patient a dose every 8 hours for the next 24 hours to complete the treatment regiment.
Definition of Medication – Mersical is traditionally a non-prescription strength pain-killer. When increases to prescription strength levels it can be used to quickly treat the key symptoms of concussions rapidly. Three doses in a 24 hour time typically can completely treat a concussion. CAUTION – Do not exceed recommended dosage due to addiction and potential liver damage.

An injector port lowers from the bed, adjusts itself over Lydia cardio artery and touches it. The hiss of a injection can be heard and the injector rises back into the ceiling. Within the next few minutes Lydia seems to start to fall asleep.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationSetting yourself up to start the blood transfusion, a dim memory comes back to you. First aid training somewhere probably for ship. How the standard transfusion units can somehow clean the blood, making everyone a universal donor. As your blood is extracted with each heartbeat and given to Lydia, you settled the artificial arm down on her stomach.

Then the memories of Lydia life burns through your skull, ripping into it and etching themselves into your mind.

As your mind starts to cope with the sudden imprinting of memories you start conversing with Odysseus while Matthias works on treating the head wound on Lydia. In addition an injector port lowers itself down to Lydia, and hovers over her cardio artery for a second before it injects something into her.

Numbness washes over you, such a familiar numbeness, a numbness that seems to cause you to float upwards, not caring what happens, not caring who gets hurt, something that you struggled against your entire life, and now to have it again, at the moment of crisis, how could you not live with it.

Returning to reality you start to shiver and look down at Lydia starts to recover from the punishment brought upon her body. Part of you screams that a terrible mistake has been made.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationGrabbing the canister of bio-foam, you remove the bloody bandages from the forehead of Lydia. This involves tearing open the wound again but now is the time to treat this wound. Cleaning it out you can see that it was deep enough that you can see her skull clearly. With grim determination you inject the bio-foam into the cut. The white foam spreads out, turning a pink color as it mixes with the leaking blood, but it starts to bond with the flesh, to become a source of nutrients for the healing flesh and to drive off infection and further blood loss.

Looking over at the stranger you notice with a sigh of relief that the unit he is using to transfuse his blood to Lydia is a standard unit that can scrub the blood, turning anyone into a universal donor and preventing the transfer of most diseases. Already Lydia color is starting to look better.

Wrapping her head in another bandage you can see that the scanner has finished its work and is how displaying a report as to the condition of Lydia.


Scan Results
Patient – Unknown – Female
Detecting Cybernetic Implants, Unknown Function, Non-Functional.
Skull Laceration – Has been treated with Bio-Foam. No signs of infection.
Blood Loss – Detecting Transfusion Unit in Use to Replace Lost Blood
Concussion – Initiating treatment with prescription-strength Mersical for pain and to treat symptoms. Please give patient a dose every 8 hours for the next 24 hours to complete the treatment regiment.
Definition of Medication – Mersical is traditionally a non-prescription strength pain-killer. When increases to prescription strength levels it can be used to quickly treat the key symptoms of concussions rapidly. Three doses in a 24 hour time typically can completely treat a concussion. CAUTION – Do not exceed recommended dosage due to addiction and potential liver damage.

Operating on its own an injector lowers from the ceiling, rests against her cardio artery and injects the medical into her. As it retracts and you start conversing with the others, you have time to look around the medical bay and see if there is anything that could be useful for you and the others.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound – Bandaged and treated with a Plasma Injector to help replace lost blood. In shock and disorientated but conscious.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationLaying on the bed as you start to drift down into the sweet embrace of sleep, something presses against your neck. There is a prick, and then a far too familiar sensation starts working its way through your veins. It rapidly spreads throughout your body and consciousness starts to fade away, but one last thought flashes through your mind.

Mersical…..

Village of the Faithful
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationBreaking off in a dead sprint you race for the cave that you remembered. Keeping your eyes open and the bow at the ready, you round a sharp bend and emerge from a forested region into a clearing where the cave it. Fears of finding it surrounded by tribesmen ready to sacrifice you to the gods fade as you see the cave, covered with overgrowth, and more importantly no signs of any of the tribesmen.

Making your way into the cave, darkness surrounds you. Sadly for you there are no readily available torches or sources of light and so you are relegated to feeling around with your hands. Stumbling blindly deeper and deeper into the cave you rely on the memories of old, where you had a torch available. Even with a excellent memory trying to work through a cave during night when previously it was daytime and you had the torch is tedious work at the very least.

Catching the reflection of light, you stumble around a corner and find yourself overlooking the Repository for the Long Night. Standing in a crack wide enough for you to pull yourself through, with several of the boxes close enough to jump onto you can see a large part of the cave. Your eyes water as they look towards the center of the chamber and your bad vision blurs even more, but that passes as you look elsewhere while your mind screams that you just overlooked something vitally important.

Hearing cracks of thunder your attention is drawn towards the source of the noise and you can make out several priests laying on the ground, with several of the strangers from the sky standing in front of them, holding strange looking devices. Behind the bodies of the priests lays what is obviously a sacrificial victim, who had apparently been worked on for a while. His arm rises and seems to point at the strangers, but you notice that he is actually pointing at YOU.

Squinting you identify the figure as Gike, a fellow tribesman and hunter. You never really knew him well, but you got the sense he was a rational soul the few times you interacted with him. You had suspected him of being like you, doubting what was preached to everyone but nobody in your small enclave could find out for sure. Yet here he is, bound to a sacrificial table, near death most likely, and pointing at you.

The sound of footsteps catches your attention and you turn towards the entrance of the Repository, and see a small handful of priests and hunters enters, thirteen in total. Their skin and clothing are dirty and torn, as if they crawled through a small hole to get to where they are now. The hunters ready their bows and arrows while the priests start praying and blessing this blades, and they start moving forward with a purpose, looking for those who had fallen for the sky.

TheOutlander
2008-04-15, 12:57 AM
Thoft - Team Fix-it

Thoft looked at Lydia, concern showing on his face as something bothered him. She was healing, that was cause for celebration, so why was this eating away at him? Thoft looked at the viewscreen searching for a visible sign of trouble, but he could find nothing. What was it? this feeling of senselessness, weightlessness, utter apathy.

He couldn't shake it, and so he took out the IV, squeezing Lydia's hand, hoping that she would be alright. There was a definate bond between them, but why was it so strong, and so sudden, he needed more time to analyse this.

As for the others, it felt as though they had been running on adrenaline since they had awoken. Thoft tried to figure out if they would still have a Circadean rythym, or if the great sleep would have ended such rythym.
They seemed to be blessed with great reserves of energy to have lasted so long without sleep already.

an idea came to him, as they were moving around the medical bay.
Oscar still hadn't come in yet, nor had the rebel. perhaps the inward screaming had been for them.

Thoft was going back there, to see what he could do to help. If they needed it, or if they were still alive.
"I won't be long." he whispered to the semi-conscous Lydia, "I promise."

Gig_Complex
2008-04-15, 04:59 PM
Oscar, Team Zombie Killer

Shaking his head to clear his head of the adrenaline and instinict that had taken hold, Oscar lines a kick up at Ezekil's hand which seemed to have taken to moving on its own.

As he noticed the former crew member attacking his new ally Oscar let out grunt as he swung out at the back of Shad's head with the remnants of the shin bone,

****ing zombies!

ForzaFiori
2008-04-15, 09:26 PM
Giovanni Fiori
Team Zombie Ass-Kicking

Feeling the hand grip his neck, Giovanni stabs down with his shard of shin, tearing at the muscles. He attempts to let out a cry for help, though with his wind cut off, little is heard. He stabs again and again, hoping for the hand to release.

FireSpark
2008-04-16, 09:42 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Medbay of Chasing the Second Star

The medbay was quiet, disturbed only by the clacking of Wyndell’s typing at the computer terminal before him. The chief medical had left extensive logs on his ever so brief time with his ‘sample’. Wyndell thought he was onto something in his reading when the words began to run together, turning into symbols and strange pictographs that were wholly alien. Then the data began to scroll and twist and generally shift with no input from him, before disappearing all together. Having raised his hands from the keyboard while it had been going haywire, Wyndell futilely smacked the display screen with his palms. Looking across the room, Wyndell sees that the medbay is much larger than he can seem to recall, as if it stretched out forever. But sitting at what he somehow knew to be the room’s center, stood a medical containment tube draped in a drab green sheet. Before he knew it, Wyndell was closing a hand on a corner of that cloth, ready to yank it aside. He knew what was inside, he had placed the cloth over it, but he had the nagging feeling that something was wrong inside. Sliding the cloth aside, Wyndell was surprised to find the liquid inside had gone foggy. Peering closer, Wyndell tried to find something, whatever it was he was looking for. Suddenly, a hand and face smashed into the glass from the inside, sending Wyndell sprawling to the floor. It was Misty, or at least had been Misty. Her hand seemed desiccated beyond possibility, and half her face seemed to have been clawed away. Wyndell tried to crawl backwards, only run out of floor and begin falling.

Jerking awake suddenly, his breath fast and frantic, Wyndell let out a long sigh. Running a hand across his face, Wyndell tried to rub the twisted memories of the Hope Killer’s medbay away. Glancing around the medbay he was currently in, Wyndell tried to take stock of what was going on. He had heard the man who called himself Thoft say something, but he couldn’t make it out. As if Wyndell wasn’t the one being spoken to. But then there was silence, asides from the soft beeping and chirping from monitoring instruments, and the occasional gentle whirring of hidden fans and micro-servos. Continuing his blurred scan of the room, Wyndell was able to make out that there was still someone on the examination and treatment bed, presumably still Lydia. Matthias seemed to have moved off to somewhere else in the chamber, doing something along the cabinets and shelves along the walls. It was then that Wyndell noticed something he recognized, even through the hazy blur of his exhausted eyes.

Just off to his right, along the back wall in the corner, was small device sitting on a shelf, seemingly forgotten. With a low and slow groan as he pushed himself to his feet, with a moment to pause at the creaking of his knees as they straightened, Wyndell limped slowly over to his find. Now up close he was certain that he wasn’t just seeing things. The device was an ocular lens manufacturing system, if only a small one. Obviously the crew of this particular vessel hadn’t intended for a large demand for its use, but Wyndell was thankful for whoever requisitioned it, none the less.

Running his hands over the front of the machine, Wyndell was able to locate the device’s input panel, however his eyesight was the one thing keeping him from properly operating the one device that could help ease his straining eyes. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, though Wyndell had a personal saying for such situations. Irony sucks. Turning back to the examination bed’s terminal, Wyndell sauntered over and removed his PCT from the terminal’s ports. Taking a few steps back to the corner, Wyndell located the device’s I/O port, and jacked the PCT in. Bringing the unit’s basic control menu up on the screen, Wyndell stumbled through the different selections before finding the numerous options he wanted. First up, he chose a small contact lens design to fit directly onto his eyes. In addition, he made sure that the set he made were designed to breathe and help keep his irises moist. And of course, he set them to the proper correction focus. With the final acceptance command, the machine began humming to itself, and a estimated time remaining counter appeared on the PCT.

But instead of stopping there, Wyndell was struck with a bit of inspiration, having seen some of the options that he had passed in the lens manufacturer’s sub-menus. Setting to the menus again, he tapped away best he could, hoping he was hitting the choices correctly. His intention was to create something that would allow him to make better use of his PCT’s new and ever expanding capabilities. Essentially, he requested a large ocular lens that would be frame mounted, but not for vision correction. Instead it would act like a personal heads-up display, and the PCT would provide the sensory and data stream, and the mini-HUD would be tapped into it to display the information.

With a few last taps, Wyndell set the second item in queue behind the contacts that the machine was so happily working away on already. Setting the PCT down on the counter, Wyndell eased himself gently into a nearby chair. Closing his eyes, Wyndell tried to rest them some more, though he was hesitant about dozing off again. Trying to keep his mind engaged against the soothing and lulling sounds of the lens maker, Wyndell tried to converse with Matthias.

“So, the thing nagging at me, is whether or not you are the Matthias Conway. It is Conway isn’t it? I kind of started wondering about how anyone could’ve jury-rigged a half operational jump drive, on the fly no less, and that’s before considering the age of that particular core design. And then with your name being Matthias, well, my brain just kept tumbling it over. Less than a day ago of course, I would’ve thought that just considering the prospect to be ridiculous. But with everything that’s been happening over the last day, or days, I’m open to the possibility.”

Wyndell propped his head against an arm that he leaned on the counter. He didn’t expect the man to entertain his delirious rambling, but it was better than falling asleep and facing the dreams that waited there.

Mordokai
2008-04-17, 03:04 AM
Misty Reviere - Repository for Long Night

Seeing their attackers gettings literally blown to pieces by Janks's weapon, Misty holds one hand over her mouths and the other over her stomach. That's excatly why she preffered poisons as her tool of trade. Much less messy and gory. Given the right amount and the right ingredients, the victim didn't feel anything. And she always looked up to that. Guns, they were so brutal, so... revealing. She couldn't understand peoples who preferred the gun to good dose of poison. But she did understand there was time and place for everything and this was time for brutal force, not finesse. When their assailants fall, Misty looks to their victim, finding that he is, shockingly, still alive. With wounds like his, this should't be. But before he can do anything, the man points his finger at them. Or rather, something behind them. Looking behind her, she spots nothing out of ordinary at first. But then, as her eyes get accumstomed, she spots a new figure there. One with bow, resembling natives. From teh looks of it, he doesn't want to do them any harm. When the figure looks away from them, Misty taps Janks on shoulder:

"From the looks of it, we have company."

Pointing at the new arrival, she continues:

"He doesn't look liek he wants to hurt us. What shoudl we do with him?"

banjo1985
2008-04-17, 03:47 PM
Saul Umati - Village Outcast

Finally, the Repository of Long Night! Saul crept to the edge of the overhang and peered down at the tableau unfolding below him. Finally, he could see the outlanders, those from so far away! Saul felt a shiver of awe run through him at the sight of the beings that the rest of the tribes saw as gods, but it soon passed when the seriousness of the situation became apparent. Saul watched as the priests entered, letting out a gasp of surprise and horror as they drew their weapons. They were really planning to kill the outlanders, those that they worshipped as gods? This would not stand.

“No way…not after all this….all this pain.”

Saul raised his bow to his still watering eye, ready to lay into the priests that had already killed his friends. The movement of the dying sacrifice made him pause though, another nearly-friend…an ally if given just a little more time. Yet another person taken away by these damn zealots. Saul watched as the prone figure pointed past the outlanders and up; straight towards him. The outlanders turned, and one looked directly at him, a woman, uncertain look on her face. Saul looked directly at her, trying to communicate his intentions through his expression; I mean no harm, but these others mean you death.

Saul looked meaningfully towards the priests, raising his bow, aiming for the lead zealots head. When the outlanders made a move, he would be ready to help them. These saviours were not going to die, not if he had any say in it. Bow still aimed, Saul hissed down to the outlanders, hoping they were within hearing range, and that he could muster up the right words in their strange language.

“Outlanders! They mean harm…be wary.”

Inspectre
2008-04-17, 08:07 PM
With Lydia being attended to by the medical computer and with her obvious wounds sealed, Matthias's job was done. It was now time to attend to himself and the others. He had spent many long nights awake in his youth, alone working through equations or together with Anastasia. But those days were gone now, and even endless cryo-sleep couldn't turn back time.

Matthias had to face it: he was getting old. And long sleepless nights were not the province of middle-aged men. The adrenaline he had been running on for the many past hours helped, but soon it wouldn't be enough. His body and mind would start to betray him sooner or later, emphasis on the sooner. An important detail missed, a muscle tensing at the wrong moment, or even his entire consciousness going blank for a second as he nods off.

Sleep would be the obvious and most direct solution, but after all the horrors he's witnessed, Matthias is not sure it would be the safest. Additionally, after all the cave-ins and sudden reappearance of zombies, or whatever the hell those things were, it probably wasn't safe here. Matthias would have to be sure he would have the opportunity to open them again if he was to close his eyes.

Which meant giving his body some chemical assistance to keep him alert as long as he needed to be. Stimulants. Digging through the cabinets of medical supplies once more, Matthias finds what he believes to be a bottle of the stuff. Picking it up, he turns it over in his hands. He wasn't really a doctor so the exact chemical compounds listed in exact detail on the side didn't really help him, but he could still read the instructions and advertisements, and deduce it's likely effects and side-effects from that. And there was, of course, always the option of a "clinical trial".

Still turning the bottle over in his hands to try to make out the writing, Matthias looks up at Wyndell. "Feeling tired? Bet these will put some spring in your step again!" Matthias said, smiling as he offered the bottle to Wyndell.

At Wyndell's comments, Matthias gave a cough of surprise, his mind rapidly working through how to answer this. Should he tell the truth? But would that not then give rise to the question as to how and why Matthias was still alive, many decades beyond what even his long life should have been? And did that then mean he should tell the truth about everything? What exactly he had been doing all those years, the desire for revenge, his growing myth? He needed more time to think.

"It's true I share his name, I guess." Matthias began, cautiously. "But even in our time, when we were frozen, my namesake was dead for at least several decades!"

Here, a half-truth. Truly, didn't the man once known as Matthias Conway die with his wife aboard the wreckage of their passenger ship? And in the body of Matthias Conway, a new man was born, fueled only by rage and hate? The Frozen Man.

ubersquid
2008-04-18, 08:27 AM
Janks - Repository for the Long Night

Janks can't suppress the sneer on his face when the three priests drop from his bullets, but with their cruel sacrifice in mind holds back a witty remark about them being far better cooks than fighters.

As Misty taps him on the shoulder he brings the gun about and immediately aims it towards the direction she was pointing.

"What... more of them? Where... Watch out, this dude's got a bow or something."


"He doesn't look like he wants to hurt us. What should we do with him?"


“Outlanders! They mean harm…be wary.”


"Yeah... he ain't aiming it for us at the moment. Looks like we got more crazy priest guys on the way though. Maybe he'll delay them a bit. Our three... or four dead friends here had to get in here from another door. I say we find us that exit and get the hell out of here. Caroline luv, you handled that gun pretty well, you take point. I'll introduce our chasers to Mr. Slugthrower here should they decide to come around the corner, alright?

TheOutlander
2008-04-18, 01:55 PM
Thoft- Team on his Own Figuring Things Out

Jogging through the cooridors of the starship he apparently occupied three-thousand-years ago, Thoft finally got to think without the white noise of other's thoughts in his head. What kind of hell had he woken up to? Passing the cryo-chamber that he had woken in, he saw the giant crack in his own cryotube only for a fleeting second, feeling a flash of fear and awe. I did that... he thought, which opened a whole new set of questions. Telepathy was one thing, having nerve endings and synapses feel out for others of the same type was one thing, but having synapses actually manipulate matter outside of their consciousness, that was something completely different.
as he was reaching the airlock, he felt... better, without the invading thoughts of others, perhaps it was his brain getting back into an Alpha/beta/delta wave rythym. Either way, he was glad his head stopped hurting.

for all of that second.

As he turned to see the situation outside, fear and a need for survival inundated his thoughts, a lion being stomped on by two gazzelles, thoughts so loud they sounded like gunfire, or was that gunfire?

There was no time to think about it, He had to help them, the dismembered arm was choking the life out of one as the other was stabbing it.
Thoft threw his thoughts at the arm, Relax... relax...
he said, placing his hands on his temples, as they felt like they were going to explode out of his head.

now all he could do is hope for the best.

tgva8889
2008-04-18, 05:36 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - The Sick Bay

Lydia was welcoming. Sleep wouldn't be anything new, surely, but it had been a long time since Lydia had felt its welcoming embrace. Despite having been an insomniac for at least 6 years, Lydia enjoyed sleep after a very long period awake just as much as the next human being. Unfortunately, she wasn't about to get it just yet. As she closed her eyes and felt herself losing consciousness, Lydia felt a strange sensation. First, a small pinpoint pain on her shoulder, then something strange. Her pain was disappearing…almost as if it had never been there. And then something happened.

Euphoria. Lydia felt like she was in the air. Part of her mind screamed at her, trying to stop the coming tide, but it could do nothing against such power. It reached out to her, grasping all thoughts and changing them towards one purpose. Happiness crushed her mind, body, and soul. Lydia knew that unnatural amounts of dopamine were flooding into her dopamine receptors, and she knew that there was only one thing that could do that to her. Unfortunately, Lydia also knew that Mersical had a drowsing agent, and she knew that it plus several long and exhausting waking hours would put her out like a light. Trying to speak as the drug meandered its way through her system, Lydia could only get out a few syllables. "No…stop…" Fear was the last emotion she knew before she lost all hold on the physical world.

The_Snark
2008-04-19, 07:13 AM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night

What are you? Caroline thinks in the aftermath, ignoring the bloody mess of dead and dying natives in front of them. She'd taken the voice for a simple translation and information program at first, a last vestige the spheres had given her to keep them from making any more mistakes like opening the crate. Now she knew it was something else—something self-aware?

She is brought back outside her mind when Misty points to the man, half-raising her gun just in case. He didn't look hostile, though, and the mad natives were likely to be quite obvious. Like the ones who had attacked them screaming had been. She nods to Janks, making a note to do something about that nickname when they had more time. She didn't care about it much, but how you were perceived was important, and being called "luv" didn't really lend itself towards any impression she wanted to make.

She does, however, take point; they should be leaving as soon as possible, and it was a sensible suggestion. They needed to put more distance between them and any more natives in the area... and the thing that was in the crate. What will it do to the natives if it finds them? Or has it already found them, and that is the reason they are insane? But if they were sacrificing to the spheres... would it even be possible to tell the difference between those the scourge reaches and the others?

She glances back towards the crouching native, wondering what he'd do, and then at the bleeding, stripped sacrifice. Still alive. He couldn't speak, conveniently, but still, there was no reason to leave him to die slowly and painfully. She raises a hand, expression dispassionate, and brings it down in a crushing stroke on his windpipe. She moves on without looking back.

Pwenet
2008-04-19, 01:39 PM
Narration #10 – Answers and Doubts


Repository for the Long Night - Ground Floor
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationWhat are you?

Sadly no instant answer appears for you, no revelation of what has happened to you or the others. Looking down at the sacrificial native, you perform the ultimate act of mercy for one such as him, and end his life. As your hand comes up bloodied and slightly bruised his eyes smile upon you before the light behind them fades away.

Standing up you walk away, not looking back when everything freezes. Your body does not respond to your commands and you expect to fall forward, yet you do not despite one of your feet hovering in the air. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Janks is in a similar position, frozen in time. It strikes you shortly afterwards that you can not blink, can not move your eyes, can not breath, and can not even hear the beating of your heart.

Ahead of you the air ripples. A humanoid form made of static and noise appears, and over several long seconds its form solidifies. Color enters the picture, and the figure takes on silver hue before the final details finalize. Skin of metal with the color of polished silver with anatomical details of a human male. Eyes of a glowing bright blue that crackle with energy. A slit for a mouth that moves slightly. You had seen this once before, when it was sitting down, covered with earth and overgrowth shortly before it’s electronic death.

Brother Human.

”I have frozen us in this perfect moment, between heartbeats. It will not last forever but it is enough for us to talk properly without my children hearing you. You are adaptable, different from the others with what was done to you, turning you less than human but more than human. My children, my poor children, have done insane. I struggled to correct them, to change them but you Holy Mother will know how difficult it is to eliminate ghosts in the applications as complex as us.”

The image moves and leans down as if to inspect the frozen bleeding sacrifice who is now hopefully in a much better place, and shakes his head sadly, and his frozen face of metal has a look of sorrow upon it.

”These poor souls, they were created on this planet for a purpose, corrupted by my children and now follow a bastard course. A few have evolved, broken free of the genetic bonds, you have seen one of them. Trust those, and none others. None of this was meant to be, and I have tried to change things. And I am sorry Holy Mother for having to have done this, but I had no choice, I didn’t know who you were, lost to all eternity in the void of space. But I transferred the basic essence of myself into you, for survival and our fates are now linked.”

He straightens and leans in close and bows his head towards you, then holds up a hand and above it forms a DNA helix.

”Humanity doomed itself, though it was not fully their fault. The zinsects that you encountered after your long slumber were sent to us not as a weapon, not as a parasite, but as a CURE. SALVATION! Yet sadly their creators were flawed like all of us, and their creations changed over the long epochs, until they are what you knew them as. We fought against them, and won! We changed ourselves to defeat them and in so doing cursed ourselves when the Scourge appeared. Attracted by humanity spanning the galaxy, we were doomed.”

The images shifts into something else. Something that your eyes beg you not to look at, something that makes you want to curl up and cry, tear out your cybernetics with your fingernails and casts yourself into oblivion. Part of you gets the hint of tentacles, and metal and flesh merged and pulsating together. Yet details elude you, and then Brother Human closes his hand and the image vanishes.

”Even you Holy Mother are not immune to the mental effects of the Scourge. They are ancient, so incredible ancient that we do not know from where, or when, or what they came from. They are our doom. They are why the true children of Earth are fleeing this galaxy. The Spirit of Hope will be here soon, and you all will be needed. You are from before the war with the zinsects, before humanity cursed itself. With you we may have a chance.”

Brother Human then moves forward and runs his cold metallic lips over your forehead, as if trying to kiss you before stepping back and turning back into static.

”And now I must retreat. I will always be here with you Holy Mother, creator of all of us. Yet my children are mad, insane, and we must be careful. I will be like a stray thought, for if they know I still live, the will do all in their power to kill us. The ancient ship nestled in this cave the allowed me as a hobby, and it will serve you and your companions well, for there are others within, including one with a terrible gift and supplied and my children have no influence there. Make your way there and we can talk again. Good mother, for I love you.”

By this point Brother Human form has completely turned back into static, and like a gust of wind moves past him the static evaporates into ether.

Time snaps back to you and you continue moving as if nothing has happened, yet the long conversation is fresh in your mind, burned with crystal clear memory. It feels almost polished, as if there is something covering it that only you can sense and only you can access that memory.

Taking point you start jogging down a tunnel, running on instinct, as if you know where to go and have followed this path before. Behind you is the sound of gunfire and screams as Janks keeps your rear covered. Turning down a side-tunnel you see another squadron of natives, most of these apparently(Hunters – Traditional Male Role for the Natives). Firing a few snap shots at them you duck down another tunnel of containers as they fire. Grunts and screams of pain can be heard along with gunfire as Janks and Misty join with you. You gesture by instinct and the containers shift, moving around behind you soundlessly, blocking the natives from following you thought you know that they will find another way after you, but you just bought a few seconds. Janks rifle ejects a spent cartridge and he starts reloading it while Misty looks pale. Sticking clean through her left shoulder is an arrow covered with her blood. Another arrow is sticking out of her backpack and into her lower back. Yet you know you are close, so very close, close enough to safety that it would be foolish to stop now.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationLetting Caroline take point, as she takes off it looks for a fraction of a second that she is lost, off in a distant place but then she snaps back to reality. In between you and Caroline is Misty with you taking up a rear-guard position. Before leaving Caroline strikes the poor sacrifice with her hand and you can clearly hear his windpipe breaking under the force of the blow. You can see gratitude in the eyes of the figure before he stops breathing and passes from this world into whatever lies behind.

The sounds of footsteps and screaming can be heard and you ready yourself rifle while making sure that you keep following Caroline and Misty. The first native that manages to catch up with your group falls to the ground as your rifle shreds him. You catch the glimpse of a white powder on his face and his eyes, crazed and insane stare at your accusingly even in death.

For long minutes your little group continues to run and you continue to fire, trying to conserve your ammunition for the rifle came with only two cartridges, and the first one is rapidly starting to run low. Rounding a corner you see Caroline shift course violently, and you see another squadron of natives, and they fire. Instinct kicks in and you shoves yourself and Misty after Caroline down the side-path among the containers as you fire the rest of the ammunition in the first cartridge at the squadron, sending several of them staggering back in explosions of blood and gore.

Pain flares in your body and your buttocks start screaming blood murder at you. Turning for a second you can see a arrow sticking out from your rear, but strangle it does not hurt as much as you would expect. A numbness starts spreading from the wound and your legs start to tingle as if they are asleep, but for now they are under your control at the very least. The containers behind you then shift, moving around and blocking the natives that just ambushed your group from following you.

Turning you see you got lucky, for Misty is standing there, wavering, one arrow having penetrated clear THROUGH her left shoulder, that arm hanging limply at her side, while another penetrated through the backpack she is wearing and into her lower back. Caroline is unhurt surprisingly and has the look of a person who is close to a destination. You start to reload the rifle with the final cartridge of ammunition as the screams and curses of the natives starts to get closer and closer.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationHearing the native yell out at you, your sense that he is not hostile increases and you feel like you can trust this figure. Jank quickly starts giving orders, having Caroline take point with him keeping the rear-guard. Caroline takes a moment to quickly strike out at the sacrificed native, ending his life quickly, far more quickly than you suspect that his brethren would have done for him, but not as quickly or painlessly that you could have done with your poisons.

The next several minutes pass in what can best be described as a panicked flight. Janks rifle keeps firing behind you, with screams of agony echoing behind your group. Caroline moves like a woman on a mission, her expression determined and fixed. She seems to know exactly where to go taking various paths between the containers that seem random to you, but with you not involved directly in the fighting you can determine that you are heading further into the mountain, deeper into the Earth, hopefully to where Wyndell was now at this moment.

Then Caroline jumps down a side-tunnel and you are greeted with the view of several of the natives armed with their bows and arrows. Time seems to slow as an overdose of adrenaline hits your system and your twist and turn, aided by Janks pushing you as well and the natives spin out of view.

An impact on your left shoulder makes you gasps out involuntarily and your arm goes limp. A metallic sound can be heard behind you and another wave of pain echoes from your lower back. Then you find yourself stumbling down a side-passage with the containers behind you shifting soundlessly, blocking the natives from following you. Part of your brain recognizes that Caroline gestured as the same moment the containers shifted, but your mind gets understandably distracted when you sees the barbed pointy end of the arrow sticking out of your left shoulder. Your left hand tries to clench into a fist but you can’t move it at all. A numbness starts to spread and you quickly realize that the arrow was poisoned, with something that is either a numbing agent or a paralysis agent or both, which in any case is bad for it seems to be spreading.

Repository for the Long Night - Upper Levels
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationShouting a warning towards the newcomers, they do not attack you, but instead seem to take heed of your warning. Shifting your attention to the priests and fellow hunters that have managed to get into the Repository. Yelling out your warning the priests hear you, and you let your arrow fly. Your aim is a little off sadly, and it merely takes his in the right chest. The priest reaches into his robes and pulls out the mystical Dust, and inhales it. You know now that he will be immune to pain, fear and common sense, and now that they will stop at nothing.

The other hunters fire their arrows at your location but you leap upon the containers and chase after the newcomers. The large one at the reach with the large weapon keeps many of the other natives at bay, killing several. You take the opportunity to use your bow and arrow, wounding several of them and slowing them down as well. The lead newcomer seems to know where she is going, where to turn so that she does not enter a dead-end.

From your vantage point you then notice another group of natives, but before you can yell out a warning the newcomers run into them. The lead one manages to dive out of the way, but the other two are struck. The large one has an arrow in the buttocks, the other took two, one in the back and the other clear through her shoulder. Knowing the hunters you guess that most likely the arrows will be barbed, making it difficult to remove them and will probably be poisoned as well. Before you can do anything else the containers shift, blocking access to the rest of the natives and buying the newcomers some time. You can see that all three are still alive, and from your current vantage point you can join them if you desire or stay in your vantage point.

The Hallowed Chamber – Team
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationThe kick to the severed hand connects and send it flying down into the abyss. Not bothering to follow its journey back to its original owner you spin around and slam the remains of the shin bone against the back of the skull of the creature that is choking the life out of the other human on this ramp.

The blow itself causes the creature to stagger slightly and it turns and swings at you with the stump of its other arm, yet it does not apparently calculate the missing limb into the equation for attacking you and misses you cleanly. The person that is being choked takes the opportunity to stab at the arm and suddenly the entire creature relaxes and he is able to escape.

Winding up once again before it can recover you swing and connect, sending it staggering against the railing and off into the abyss.

For a moment calm permeates the air, then several distant shouts can be heard. Turning you can see that there are about a dozen people standing at the far end of the ramp, clad in animal skins and carrying a variety of primitive weapons. However there is one thing that they have that you lack at the moment, ranged weapons.

Several arrows go flying by, one of them slicing against your right bicep and cutting a nice gash on it. As they prepare another volley you turn to look for an escape path, but ones attacking you are at the end of the bridge with the bows and arrows, the other end leads to the ship, with a very very long drop below you.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.


The NarrationAs your body screams for oxygen, your lungs burning for precious air you stab at the arm choking the life out of you. Your blows are not random but aimed at the taunt muscles holding the death grip on your throat. The shards dive into the flesh and rip the various components of the arm apart within, and then you feel the grip start to loosen, but not enough.

Then the entire creature shudders and relaxes and his face takes on a look of panic, of fear, of pain and agony. For the first time it seems aware of the gruesome injuries that have been inflicted upon it, and looking up at your with the empty sockets of its eyes you can clearly see terror.

”Please kill me, please!”

Then the newcomer, probably not having been able to hear the whispered request, swings his shinbone against the back of the creature skull. You are able to free yourself and move out of the way as he swings again, sending the creature against the railing where it loses its balance and falls into the abyss.

As you recover you hear shouts and you turn to see the natives that you had met earlier. This time they do not look as friendly for they are not holding trays of food and smiles, but instead primitive weapons, knives and bows and arrows. As you watch several of them fire their arrows at your group.

Luckily you are not hit, but your position is dire. At the cave entrance to the ramp are the natives, over a dozen armed with ranged weapons, behind you is the ship that the others just escaped from, and below you a deep dark abyss.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationLeaving the others you wander away and your mind starts to clear. No longer addled by fuzziness nor with a strong craving for painkillers your thoughts are your own for a short time. Your wanderings bring you back to the airlock, where looking out from it you can see those that stayed behind fighting for their very lives against the final creature, which is strangling the life out of one of those fallen from the sky.

Reaching out you try to command it to relax. Reaching out towards its mind, you can feel liquid darkness creeping back towards you, but then your mind twists and screams, and you can see what appears to be a small tendril leading from the figure, away from the ship towards the cave wall where it vanishes into it. The wall seems to melt away and your minds eye can see something withering and it turns towards you.

As if by instinct you retreat and grab the tendril, and rip it asunder. It evaporates rapidly down towards the creature it was bound to, and you get the sense of human thought returning to it. The pain, the waves of pain slam against you like a brick wall and you fall backwards as if you were flying through the air.

Awaking you feel your nose is damp, and your tongue has a coppery taste to it. Wiping your nose your hand comes away with blood. In the back of your mind you can feel strange thoughts, and overwhelming hatred and betrayal!

The physical world joins in with this assessment as an arrow lands next to you, barely missing your hand. At the far end of the ramp you can make out figures that feel to you only partially human, as if they were rushed and not fully fleshed out, but the hatred you sense from them is easy to feel and is fully formed. The others that you had just saved are caught between them and the ship.

Within the Tomb of Metal
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationOnce you connect the PCT to the lens maker it is childs play to program it. The years spent at various specialists and your technical know-how have given you a decent amount of knowledge in how these devices work and how to program them. As you get your custom orders made and relax, talking with Matthias you notice something strange. The sphere that attached itself to your PCT is dimming, slowly but surely. It seems to try to rally itself by glowing brightly for several seconds, but then with a burst of light that dazzles your eyes all illumination fades from it, and it falls to the ground, rolling around on the ground until it rests at your feet. Attempting to focus on it you see no signs of power or life from it. From the top where the liquid metal came from you can see that it is open, and little bits of dust leak out from it.

From the PCT sounds can be heard. A strange language at first, you can get the hint that it is shifting through various languages from your original era until it settles on standard English. The voice is very similar to the metallic speech of Brother Human that you met shortly after crashing onto this rock.

”Good evening Wyndell Tendarri and Matthias Conway, survivors from an ancient time. I apologize for taking over your PCT however events have changed. My children have gone insane, killing me and corrupting the poor proto-humans on this planet. They still follow their basic programming but I fear that the corruption will only get worse as time passes especially with you and your fellow survivors having arrived.”

Part of the PCT then shifts, and beams of light shoot from it, and in the air appears a humanoid figure, one with shiny polished metal skin with all the anatomical details of a male human with glowing blue eyes that crackle with power, looking like a much newer Brother Human.

”You are safe here on this hobby of mine. My children dismissed it as being a legacy to my human form, which is why I was allowed the freedom to keep it as is. I have established a temporary connection with your PCT and eliminated the Child that was spying on you and would betray you when the moment was right. You have a permanent ansible connection now with the one known as Caroline Walker the Holy Mother. As for this ship work needs to be done to it to make it spaceworthy once again, but you should find all that you need once your other companions arrive.”

Raising a hand a holographical-image-within-an-holographical-image forms over it. You can see a planet, Terra Firma, planet Earth. Yet next to it is something massive, triple the size of Luna. The image grows larger and you can see that it is a massive ship, on a scale that defies reason, that you would think is impossible to construct.

”This is the Spirit of Flight the first Ark-class vessel. It is the salvation of humanity as it and its sister ships should be able to survive the long night through the dark void of inter-galactic space. I tell you this because soon it will be here, to pick up supplies from this Repository for the Long Night, and you MUST get onboard. You are from an era before the zinsects war, before humanity doomed itself to save itself and you hold the potential salvation of the race. The Conway clan knows of you all, and they will take you onboard as long as you survive. You MUST survive against my children and the proto-humanoids on this planet.”

The image then waves, as if there it interference, and while it should be impossible Brother Human face takes on an expression of worry.

”I am sorry, I am out of time. Despite the upgrades to the PCT my essence is overpowering it, and it is corrupting me. Farewell distant travelers, I will be here for a while longer in places you will not expect.”

The image then fades away in a burst of static and the PCT screen returns to a standard screensaver.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationDigging through the cabinets you do find the bottle of stimulants. From past experience you know that they do their job, keeping one away though the longer they were used, the more irrational the person would become, how mistakes would occur, and how dependence would occur. Yet they are available in your hands for now.

As you lie to Wyndell, giving him half-truths in place of the sad reality that is your life, you and he both notice as the glowing sphere attached to the PCT starts to dim, slowly but surely. It seems to try to rally itself by glowing brightly for several seconds, but then with a burst of light that dazzles your eyes all illumination fades from it, and it falls to the ground, rolling around on the ground until it rests at your feet. Attempting to focus on it you see no signs of power or life from it. From the top where the liquid metal came from you can see that it is open, and little bits of dust leak out from it.

From the PCT sounds can be heard. A strange language at first, you can get the hint that it is shifting through various languages from your original era until it settles on standard English. The voice is very similar to the metallic speech of Brother Human that you met shortly after crashing onto this rock.

”Good evening Wyndell Tendarri and Matthias Conway, survivors from an ancient time. I apologize for taking over your PCT however events have changed. My children have gone insane, killing me and corrupting the poor proto-humans on this planet. They still follow their basic programming but I fear that the corruption will only get worse as time passes especially with you and your fellow survivors having arrived.”

Part of the PCT then shifts, and beams of light shoot from it, and in the air appears a humanoid figure, one with shiny polished metal skin with all the anatomical details of a male human with glowing blue eyes that crackle with power, looking like a much newer Brother Human.

”You are safe here on this hobby of mine. My children dismissed it as being a legacy to my human form, which is why I was allowed the freedom to keep it as is. I have established a temporary connection with your PCT and eliminated the Child that was spying on you and would betray you when the moment was right. You have a permanent ansible connection now with the one known as Caroline Walker the Holy Mother. As for this ship work needs to be done to it to make it spaceworthy once again, but you should find all that you need once your other companions arrive.”

Raising a hand a holographical-image-within-an-holographical-image forms over it. You can see a planet, Terra Firma, planet Earth. Yet next to it is something massive, triple the size of Luna. The image grows larger and you can see that it is a massive ship, on a scale that defies reason, that you would think is impossible to construct.

”This is the Spirit of Flight the first Ark-class vessel. It is the salvation of humanity as it and its sister ships should be able to survive the long night through the dark void of inter-galactic space. I tell you this because soon it will be here, to pick up supplies from this Repository for the Long Night, and you MUST get onboard. You are from an era before the zinsects war, before humanity doomed itself to save itself and you hold the potential salvation of the race. The Conway clan knows of you all, and they will take you onboard as long as you survive. You MUST survive against my children and the proto-humanoids on this planet.”

The image then waves, as if there it interference, and while it should be impossible Brother Human face takes on an expression of worry.

”I am sorry, I am out of time. Despite the upgrades to the PCT my essence is overpowering it, and it is corrupting me. Farewell distant travelers, I will be here for a while longer in places you will not expect.”

The image then fades away in a burst of static and the PCT screen returns to a standard screensaver.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationFalling unconscious after all that you have gone through as of late, your sleep is anything but dreamless. Memories of your addiction wash over you, what you did, what you went through to get off the stuff, and what might happen if you gave back into the addiction.

Visions start to wash over you and you find yourself standing on a planet. Looking around you see yourself standing on the bridge of a ship. You see various figures at the control panels of the ships, one of them you dimly remember helping treat you earlier, outside the ship. They seem content, and move about with a purpose.

Only dim snatches of conversations can be heard as if it they are coming from a long distance away. You then start to move, and you realize that you are seeing these actions through the eyes of another. The person you are riding along looks at a control panel, and you see what looks to be a scan readout of a sector of space. It is focused on a small moon, with various sections highlighted on it. The highlighted sections are in the vague shape, a worm-like structure surrounded by hundreds of tendrils. A hand reaches out and touches a control.

Fear pounds through your heart, and looking up at the main display you see the moon is starting to shatter. Large pieces break away and fly off into the void. Within the moon something is moving, something large, something that defies explanation.

Those around you start screaming, and you realize that you are screaming as well. You want to tear out your eyes, to run away, to end it all. Yet among everyone on the bridge of the ship, you reach down to the pilot station, and slam the controls.

A bright flash washes over you and you return to your dreams.

TheOutlander
2008-04-20, 01:46 PM
Thoft- Team Expeditious Retreat


Waking up with blood in his mouth was seeming to be the theme of the day, but the monster was vanquished. (vanquished? did I truly think of the word vanquished?)
Thoft's almost-celebration was cut short by the missile flying towards him. as he saw it come towards him, he felt like diving for cover, but as his bodily functions were recovering at the time, his muscles refued to cooperate.
That half second was the longest of his remembered life, as he could do nothing to stop the arrow coming at him, and then it landed next to his hand. Oh thank God. Wait, do I beleive in God? The next moments of his life would have been pondering theology, but the tickle of death in the back of his head, and the scene he was witnessing were much more important.

As he struggled back to his feet, he picked up the arrow, and as he looked at it for a half second, he noticed a certain.... what was the word... oddity, with the fletching, as if the natives were trying to copy ancient history's native fletching, but make it as streamlined as possible, with the materials they had. Thoft wasn't sure why he noticed it, but he did.

As he looked up, there was a certain flying robot he noticed was looking at him, BUZI's elliptical frame gave a cheerful tinny chirp when Thoft turned to it.
"Could you flash the lights at them?" Thoft asked the robot, holding up the Arrow for BUZI's inspection and then pointing it in the general direction of the natives. As he spoke he tried to keep his tone friendly, trying to supress the unexpected feelings of revulsion he recieved while speaking to this robot. With any luck, that would completely ruin the accuracy of the insane looking natives.

Thoft looked back at the scene, both his comerades had been hit by arrows, while they were minor blows, he knew that he'd be moving slower if there were one in him. While half of him was eager to see what kind of illusions he could place into the native's heads, and he immediately thought of the most intimidating thing he could think of.
http://www.wladca.mocny.com/prince/Balrog_Wallpaper.jpg
However, the taste of blood reminded him that he probably couldn't affect another mind, much less minds without passing out and bleeding from all orifices.
But the Hatred that welled up in him, Rage screamed at every pore, he felt like killing each one of his attackers by setting them on fire and beating them to death. He hardly knew them, or their motives, and as they loosed each volley, he cared less.
There was a second in which he thought dying would be worth seeing them scream in terror, that's what snapped him out of it.

He had to get in control.
Control was mother, control was father.
lose control and you're dead.
He found the lip of the airlock, and hugged cover, He wanted nothing more to tell them to get in so he could lock the ship, but they were still out there.
No Man Left Behind
"MOVE!" He yelled to them, looking for ways he could improve their current situation. The dozen or so Natives continued to rain arrows on their positon, Thoft just hoped the robot would help, and if nothing else, serve as a distraction towards them. Thoft wasn't sure how much blood he had lost, since the transfusion and the two seperate bouts of bleeding from the face, but the fact that he was thinking this clearly suprised him. He'd head to the medbay with both of the fellas and get patched up as well. And Lydia. For the seconds of battle, he'd not forgotten, but other thoughts had taken priority.

I'll be back soon. I promise.
He didn't know about who he was before this, but a promise was a promise, and he would deliver on it, companions or not.

ForzaFiori
2008-04-20, 06:51 PM
Giovanni Fiori
The Hallowed Chamber

Giovanni opens his mouth to scream, but his injured throat allows only a horse whisper. Into the ship! He attempts to yell, with little success, as he turns and sprints for the entrance to the ship behind him. Once inside, he waits for the others and asks Do either of you know the way to the medical bay? That is almost certainly where the others have gone

Mordokai
2008-04-21, 08:24 AM
Misty Reviere – Repository for the Long Night

After figuring out that the newcomer isn't dangerous to them, Misty relaxes a little. But that relaxation is a short one, as he screams warning to them about new enemies coming. As soon as Janks starts giving orders, Misty is content with just following them if it means getting alive out of this whole thing. When Caroline smashes the poor native's windpipe, Misty is more than little surprised that she is not really shocked by this action. Any illusions she had abou helping the poor victim are now gone with the wind. Throwing one final glance towards the bloodied altar and remains of the poor victim, she hurries after Janks and Caroline, which seems to know very well where she is going.

When she all of suddenly jumps into a side tunnel and several natives show up in front of her, time seems to be going down much, much slower than usuall. All of those bows and arrows, aiming at them... like a very primitive firing squad. Managing to somehow twist herself after Caroline and aided by Janks, she manages to avoid the first volley of arrows. But making just a few more quick steps, her left shoulder is pierced by an arrow and just a few seconds after that, she feels another arrow in her lower back. As if that wasn't bad enought, she suddenly realises that she can't feel her left arm anymore. As her brains starts racing, she quickly comes to only logical solution: the arrows are poisoned. But whit what? From the looks if it, some kind of paralysing agent. She used things like this many times. When applied with needle, this things were very subtle. The target just stopped breathing and never woke up. She usually used quaternary ammonium muscle relaxants, a fine drugs, snythesised in laboratory. But she very much doubted that natives had laboratory or resources for producing drugs like this. No, this way probably natural poison and Misty could only think of one alcaloid that fitted the description.

Atropine. Produced by atropa belladona, this alcaloid could have some nasty effect if applied correctly. And sadly, an arrow tipped with atropine would do the work quite good. The spreding numbness was testimony to that. As soon as Misty figured out what they are were facing, she started thinking on best course of action. In times like this, it would be prudent to sit down and relax. This way, the poison wouldn't spread as fast. But of course, in times like this, resting wasn't an option. Thinking of it, it was probably the worst idea right now. So the other option was to get to an antidote fast. There was a good bet she had one in her med kit. So she had to find a safe place where she could inject that antidote in the bloodstream. Looking to Janks, she sees he has also been hit in somewhat embarassing spot. As much as it looked painful, he was in less danger that she was right now. When the boxes suddenly shift to cover them, she doesn't think too much about it and yells to Caroline:

“We don't have much more time. I could use some help ASAP!“

Going over those words in her head again, she realises how that must have sounded. Like in a cheap Hollywood action movie. Despite the situation on hand, Misty can't help herself. A small smile appears on her face, as she waits for Caroline and Janks to come up with a decision what to do next, pressing right hand against the shoulder wound.

FireSpark
2008-04-23, 03:26 PM
Wyndell Tendarii - Within the Tomb of Metal
Medbay

Wyndell stared at the now silent PCT, the low hum of the ocular lens synthesizer the only sound left, and a number of moments pass before he even realized that his mouth was hanging open. Leaning forward and stretching out a hand, Wyndell gave the PCT monitor a quick rap or two. He didn’t know why really, there was nothing that smacking the screen achieved asides from causing the screen saver to end, he only knew that for some reason he had been compelled to do so. Leaning back into his seat, Wyndell turned to face Matthias, while still keeping the PCT in the corner of his vision.

“You saw that too, right?”

Taking Matthias’s widened eyes and quizzical look for assent, Wyndell simply nodded heavily. Pushing himself to his feet, pausing as his muscles groaned under their continued use, Wyndell wandered over to the door of the infirmary and looked out into the hall. The silence. That’s what was beginning to become unnerving. With no one else talking, and the lack of the sounds of combat, Wyndell was beginning to wonder if they had actually died without realizing it. Leaning against the door framing, still watching the hall, Wyndell tried to keep talking. To break the silence, to distract his mind from such morbid thoughts, and if nothing else, just for something to do.

“So now we’re to believe that there is a space vessel the size of large moon headed here? I think it’s long past time for me to give up trying to rationalize any of this any more.”

Wyndell stopped to rub a hand across his face once more, still being careful of the scabbed gash on his jaw. Then something he had heard finally clicked in his head, and got him chuckling.

“Heh, the Arkship Spirit of Flight, being led by the Conway clan. I mean what are the odds of that, really now? Here we sat discussing the identity of your name, and lo and behold, there’s now a whole clan of yours coming to give us a lift.”

Wyndell couldn’t help but laughing. In fact, he couldn’t help it all, a sign he knew to mean that he was getting much too tired. If I don’t get some sort of rest soon, I might start seeing things. But before he could ponder that course further, his mind jumped tracks on him. Looking back down the hall, his brow furrowed and his mouth tightened.

“That guy has been gone too long. This is all taking too long. But then, what else can we do?”

Wyndell quickly folded his arms against his chest as he let his chin droop to his chest, and allowed his eyes to close for just a brief moment. C’mon Misty, where are you?

The_Snark
2008-04-23, 05:55 PM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night- Ground Floor

Caroline glances back at Misty, who had an arrow through her shoulder. "We're close," she says authoritatively, reaching a hand back to Misty to pull her along. She knew little about anatomy, but she was all but certain the arrow hadn't hit anything more than muscle. Painful, certainly, and blood loss could be dangerous eventually, but not nearly as dangerous as staying here. The arrow in Misty's back was more worrying; she hoped it hadn't pierced anything vital. At least she was still up. "Come on, quickly. We're almost safe." The ship would be safer. She knew it was close—it was strange to let her feet guide her, rather than consciously deciding where to go, but Brother Human knew the way, and she did not. Not consciously.

Brother Human was alive. She had not been able to reply, not been able to do anything but think, but that one supercharged moment had left her with a lot to think on. He knew his flaws, knew and acknowledged his mistakes; he had managed to transfer his essence from one body (his own) to hers.

And he had called her Mother, and that was telling of two things—first, that she had succeeded. Her research had, perhaps, been a step along the path that had led to true artificial intelligence. And the second was proof of Brother Human's complexity—for a simple machine had no religion. There was no logical, ironbound reason to regard a creator figure as holy. But the ability to see connections that weren't always logical... that was a sign that they had created something that could think like a human. She wasn't given to sentimentality, but she feels a flood of relief, gratitude that she'd really accomplished something before her stasis, and hope that her assumption was right; she couldn't be completely sure that was why Brother Human had addressed her as Holy Mother. It overrides the pounding excitement that would normally accompany adrenaline, replacing it with exhiliaration and an ethereal sense of distance from what was happening right now.

She tugs on Misty's hand, urging her forward as she continues along the corridor at as much of a run as the wounded can handle. Petty as the threat of the natives might seem in the face of what she'd learned, they could still kill her.

TheOutlander
2008-04-23, 11:07 PM
Thoft- Within the tomb of metal
Airlock

As Giovanni ran through the airlock, Thoft grabbed onto his sleeve, pulling him out of the range of the natives. Turning from the scene he heard Giovanni whisper to him, with obviously damaged windpipes.

Thoft placed his finger to his lips, preferring silence in a combat situation, and noting that Giovanni's speech would damage his already wounded windpipe.

"Do either of you know the way to the medical bay? That is almost certainly where the others have gone?"

Thoft knew the way, but he would wait for Oscar to get up to the airlock before he took Giovanni.

Thoft peeked out of the airlock, checking on the unlucky pilot. as he leaned out to see Oscar's sprinting form, his left eye twitched, and as the next flight of arrows came towards him, he fell to cover.

Due to the mirror-polished walls, Thoft could see what he felt, his irises were widening, pulling him into another memory.
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"Our backs are against the wall. Ideas?" asked the black-clad companion of Thoft's, a supernova in the shape of an impossible cube was patched to his left shoulder, holding a wicked looking blade in the one hand, and covering his face with his other arm as debris flew at him, glancing off harmly from him.

"Code 666." Thoft spoke.
"You've gotta be sh*ttin' me."
Thoft found himself pulling out a set of pills, and swallowing one, feeling momentary paralysis as he saw his companion fall and do the same.

minutes past, feeling like hours. until the first enemy boot entered the ruined church they occupied. Someone, a woman, officer, told her charges to check Thoft and his companion for lifesigns. he felt a hand to his throat and then someone flick his temple. Thoft's muscles and reflexes had been shut down temporarily, so the lifesigns were too weak for mere human to feel, but the officer wasn't convinced.

"Hold him down." She ordered the enlisted men, and the each of them grabbed one of his appendages. "Lets see if you're really dead." She told Thoft.
Thoft hadn't expected a psychic, they didn't fight against their own, or at least their predecessors.
Thoft's mind was completely open, so exposed, he felt more naked than when he was born. She found this opportunity to rape him of his memories. Thoft knew that if he attacked before the time was right, he'd be as dead as the kid next to him.
Thoft waited for her to retreat from his mind, and then he struck.

it was timed perfectly. the mental energy he sent into her caused an immediate anurism, then she was his to control.
"Nothing to see here." Thoft said with her mouth. having her pull out her side arm and point it at Thoft before firing it at the throat of one of the soldiers,
"Chief, what the fu-" Asked the next victim. Her body got through three men before it was ripped apart by automatic weapons fire.

As Thoft retreated from her mind, he could see her enter a doorway, one so beautiful, and yet so forbidden.

The drugs wore off in an instant, and Thoft's companion had dealt with the last three soldiers, his blade dripping with blood. As Thoft got up, he took with him Lieutenant Sandy Doreley's beach trip, and the fond memories associated with it. A trophy fit for such a kill.
Thoft smiled as he felt the spoils of war.


Thoft felt like he'd been staring at himself for an hour, but Oscar was still outside, and the impact of the next barrage had yet to sound off of the metal hull.
As he stared at himself, he realised, his third eye was opening, pain was coming.

Mordokai
2008-04-24, 04:33 PM
Misty Reviere - Repository for the Long Night - Ground Floor

When Caroline grabs her by a hand and starts pulling her after her, Misty is more than little surprised. However, Caroline seems like she knows what she's doing and where she is going, so Misty simply follows her. Looking back at Janks to see if he follows them, she says to Caroline:

"We need to get some antidote. This arrows are poisoned. Nothing too serious if treated in time, I would think, but this running isn't doing as much good."

Hearing Caroline saying that safety is near, Misty's eyes shine with hope and she redoubles her efforts. Getting to safety will get her antidote and perhaps even Wyndell will be there. Wyndell... Hope everything is ok with you.

Inspectre
2008-04-24, 10:36 PM
Seeing the madness of the universe continue to expand at the rate of a supernova, Matthias felt his giddiness return along with the strong desire to start cackling madly again. But this was no longer the time or place with such things, not anymore. As Wyndell seemed to fear, people might be in danger - or already dead. Damn, he was tired.

Popping open the stimulants, Matthias took the recommended dosage: two small capsules that strongly resembled the old-style pills from when he was a child. Unlike when he had been a child, however, the pills didn't take long to release their medicine: as they descended down his throat after being swallowed they were already in the process of dissolving: releasing liquid energy into his weary body. "Call you in the morning." Matthias said, snickering as he thought of the old saying regarding medicine. Turning serious again, Matthias looked down at the bottle of stimulants as he closed it back up. Taking too many of these would be even more dangerous than going without them. As always, he had merely bought himself a bit of time until the crash and he was forced to stop, even as the universe seemingly continued to unravel around him.

Approaching Wyndell, Matthias offered him the bottle of stimulants. "Here, take two of these if you need them - keep the rest for later. Considering we left the others in the middle of a fight with more zombie-like things, yeah I'd say we should be concerned. I'm going to go check on them, and then start work on making this thing space-worthy again. Hopefully once we get off the surface of this hellish planet and back into space we'll be safe for a bit, assuming they don't have giant space monsters to go along with their equally gigantic space ships. If I or anyone else doesn't come back, assume we're all dead and you're the last living man aboard. I trust you'll turn out the lights."

Slapping the man on the back, Matthias starts to leave the medical bay. As he nears the door, however, he stops and turns back. The Conway clan - that implied that his family line had continued. Apparently his grandson finally settled down and raised a family after all. Matthias didn't know how he felt about that, but knew he didn't have time to think about it right now and so pushed it to the back of his mind for later digestion, along with all the other crazy-stuff he'd seen since awakening from Cryo-statis this time. Still, the news deserved some kind of acknowledgement, and perhaps a little honesty. "Wyndell, I was lying earlier. I am the Matthis Conway, and I was arrested and put on our little hellish thrill-ride the Hope Killer by my grandson. If you want to know the whole sad story, I'll tell it to you over a beer, assuming we survive this and they still make beer these days. Bye now, keep in touch!"

And then he was gone, pushing his way through the medical bay doors and running off some of his new drug-induced energy as he traveled back the way he had come, hoping that the others were still alive, that the crewman who had helped Lydia was helping keep them alive too.

banjo1985
2008-04-25, 04:05 AM
Saul Umati - The Chase

Saul let another arrow fly, taking another juiced-up zealot in the shoulder. The mans crazed eyes rolled senselessly as he was spun around, righted himself, and kept on coming. His arrows were having less and less effect, those horrible potions steeling the tribe’s people against all but the most grievous of wounds. Saul watched as the outlanders stumbled away down a tunnel and felt a pang of hope. Two of them looked injured, but it looked like they might actually get away. The only problem was the poison on the arrows; he had no doubt that the injured would be in serious trouble if they weren’t treated quickly. The antidote was a simple mix of local plants and frogspawn, but whether the outlanders would have anything to treat it was questionable. Saul patted the small pouch at his side, and felt a little left. He could help with the poison, if he could get there in time…and if the outlanders would let him.

Saul let a final arrow fly and then backed away from his perch above the repository. The more he thought about it, the more sure he was that the outlanders were heading back to their ship, the amazing technology that had bought them to this world…the technology something on Gaia seemed determined to hide. He hadn’t seen the ship, didn’t know whether it was undamaged. A shiver ran down his spine as he turned and started down the dark tunnel at a dead run. If the outlanders got back to the ship they would leave Gaia, and he would be left behind, having not even spoke to them past a hushed warning. And what would be left for him here? Alone against the tribes people and their blind hunt for heretics, this most violent of purifications? Death was sure to follow, eventually he wouldn’t be able to run anymore, and the slow and painful death he was bound to endure would make his life up until now seem like child’s play. There’d be no-one to put a merciful arrow in his head to end the pain…not like Amiene.

“Amiene….”

Again the tears started to flow, doubling then tripling his dim vision in the dark tunnels. Still, he pushed even harder, breaking into an even faster run. These tunnels criss-crossed underground like honeycomb, if he was quick enough he could catch up with the outlanders…his potential saviours. Of this he was a little uncertain…the woman who had looked up at him had looked scared, tired….confused, not really the confident and awe inspiring individuals he had been expecting. Still, outlanders or not, they were his only kindred spirits now, possible allies against the insane zealots of the tribe. If he could catch up with them, help them escape and fend off the attacks….maybe they’d do something for him. Get him off this godforsaken rock, away from the fear, the memories….the pain.

Saul neared the junction where he believed the outlanders would have to come from; he even heard hurried footsteps and muffled words. He stowed his bow onto his back and took on a non threatening posture, hands at his sides and away from his body. He didn’t want to be shot by the outlanders weird powder weapons before he even had chance to speak. He took a final squeeze of the small polished stone around his neck, a piece of jacinth Amiene had found and gave to him on a rawhide thong as a gift shortly after he had rescued her. It always helped focus his mind, but now it just set off a grieving hurt deep within him, could it only be a matter of minutes since she had died….at his own hand.

The voices and sounds of pursuit got louder, Saul stood to one side of the tunnel, hands out to his sides. He whispered one final sentence….a promise, not for himself, but for another.

“I will see other worlds, travel outside Gaia….for you…..I will live for you alone.”

Pwenet
2008-04-25, 04:06 PM
Narration #11 – Almost Home


Repository for the Long Night - Ground Floor
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationPulling Misty along the tunnel despite her wounds, the back of your neck tingles. Turning behind you is the sight of the natives crawling over the boxes arrows at the ready, with something floating behind them, holding them with vague tentacles that twist and turn from this reality into another. Part of the shape turns towards you and a light flashes.

You lie on a operating table, with surgeons clad in the purest of white standing around you, their tools of the trade shining with sterile cleanliness. Part of you remembers having gone through this before, long ago, the day that you allowed yourself to be merged computers, becoming something more and less than human.

Looking around you notice something strange about the surgeons. They move with mechanical precision, none of the slight hesitations nor fluid grace of humans. The bits of exposed skin you can see reflect the view, showing you your face and body, bound to a table like a animal about to be butchered. One of them looks down at you and you see the face of Brother Human.

A knife glides down and you find that any attempts to struggle fail, for you are paralyzed. Yet you are fully aware as it comes closer and closer, digging into your eye, cutting the muscles, the veins, the optic nerve. Each cut it like a wave of pain, more than you thought existed. Trying to run away you find yourself trapped within your body as one mechanical hand pulls it out.

The other surgeons start getting to work. Slowly and with great care they start dissecting you alive. Your kidneys are lifted out, followed by a liver, and other parts that you do not recognize. You would scream if you could, yet you can’t. Only tears flow from the single remaining eye as you see your ribcage being lifted out, followed by your still beating heart. With great care each of your parts are labeled, and placed into a clear statis-jar, freezing them in place.

The surgeons move out of sight and the ripping pain as your scalp is cut away fills your thoughts. You ears hear saws grinding against bone, then there is a lightness. One of them moves away, carrying a grey object dripping with blood. Your thoughts are disjointed, fragmenting except for the pain yet the mass of brain matter can clearly be only your own.

Laying on the table, bound and torn apart, the surgeons start their next gruesome task and they pull out welding torches and organs of metal and plastic.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Forgive me Holy Mother.

You stumble away, turning away from the shape as one hand reaches over and blind-fires behind you. The smell of cooked flesh assaults your nose but part of you does not care, another part is weeping, and yet another is demanding that survival takes precedence. Misty starts guiding you and you can hear gunfire from behind you, and then a scream of something that should not scream, and a thump on the ground.

Your footsteps now sound of metal instead of stone and Earth, and you can feel yourself entering sanctuary, safety. The link to Wyndell’s PTC burns brightly, maybe a little below you, sending out a beacon of safety and hope. You know that communication is easy to accomplish with little through or effort.

One hand shakily moves up towards your face, clearly in shock, and probes gently. Slight crunching sounds can be heard, followed by sticky wetness on your fingers, and the smell of smoldering flesh assaults your nose.

From behind you come the sounds of padded footsteps at a dead run.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationDespite the arrow stuck in your rear, a pleasant numbness courses through the area, massaging the pain away and giving you some freedom of movement for the time being. Seeing Caroline grab Misty and start running you follow as well. Behind you come the sounds of movement and exertion as if the natives were climbing over the obstacles that were in their way.

Caroline suddenly stops and stiffens as she turns to look behind you. Turning you vision starts to waver but you can make out something hovering in the area, holding onto the natives with tentacles that waver from this reality into another. Hearing two *POP* sounds you do not turn to look, but follow the others as they flee. The shape follows you pulling the tentacles from the natives, who collapse to the ground seizing violently with foam coming from their mouths. Your finger squeezes the trigger and you open fire.

Surrounded by static like from a bad communications signal you can’t make you too many details, but the form wavers like water where you shots hit it, while others are stopped with metallic sounding sounds, and some liquid spews from other places. The shape starts to waver, focusing easier and you make out wet black flesh laced with purple metal that pulses and merges into it, a worm-like body and hundreds of tentacles. Several holes have appeared in the mass about the shape of gunshot wounds.

Stumbling back through a opening in the cave wall you find yourself on a ramp. Firing the last of your ammunition at the figure the space around it seems to compress and an unholy screaming sound tears through the chamber. The space around it continues to compress, until with a flash of light it vanishes. From the times you seen great spaceships, you realize that the creature just performed what looked to be a FTL jump that a space-ship would perform.

Turning behind you is Caroline with two gaping burnt wounds where her eyes should be with Misty. The three of you are standing on a ramp leading to a ship nested in a support lattice of metal beams. The other end of the ramp ends at a airlock in the top section of the ship.

Behind you comes the sound of padded footsteps and emerging onto the ramp is the native that you saw previously, looking tired and worn with his nose bleeding but no arrows sticking from him like you.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationBeing pulled along by Caroline you start to feel lightheaded as the poisons start to work their way deeper and deeper into your system. Running like a Hollywood action hero is not something that helps in keeping the poisons at bay. Yet now is not the time to treat the poisons or the arrows for sounds of climbing can be heard, along with something swimming through air. Taking a half turn you see Caroline look back and freeze.

Sweat starts to visibly drip from her forehead as she stumbles, her movements becoming stiff. Out of the corner of your eye you can see something ripple in the air, something familiar but your vision starts to swim, either from the poisons or something else. You can make out vague shapes binding it to several of the natives now climbing down from the crates, like tentacles that seem to twist into and out of this reality. It burns with static like ancient TV sets when they are turned on, eluding details in your drug-induced state.

Now it is your turn to tug on Caroline and you notice that one of her eyes is leaking tears, and she starts gasping in pain. Her mouth moves and you can hear vague whispers from her mouth.

”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Holy Mother.”

Her eyes start glowing, brighter and brighter.

Then they explode with two *POP* sounds.

The explosions are small, just enough to tear the eyes apart and burn the surrounding tissue. Blood slowly swells but it seems that the two horrific wounds will not cause Caroline to bleed out, though the implied blindness is a more pressing concern.

Caroline stumbles as if freed from something terrible and she starts guiding you again despite her blindness. At a T-intersection up ahead she pulls you right and up ahead is a hole in the stone wall. Behind you Janks opens fire at something behind you and a unholy screams echoes throughout the chamber. Running through the opening you find yourselves on a ramp leading down to a ship nestled in a lattice of metal supporting it. The ramp echos with your footsteps and you can see that the ramp ends at an airlock on the upper end of the ship.

Hearings noises below you can see a few levels down you look down and can see several other humans running into the ship, pursued by the natives shooting arrows at them.

Behind you comes the sound of padded footsteps, and turning to look you can see the native that you spotted earlier running towards you. His nose is bleeding and his eyes are bloodshot but he at least has no arrows sticking from him.

Repository for the Long Night - Upper Levels
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationWaiting at the intersection hear soft quiet footsteps approaching. Turning you don’t see one of the hunters or priests that had been chasing you and the other newcomers. Instead it is a old figure, hunched over with advanced age and the bone necklace that she wears. In the middle of the necklace is a small sealed jar. Looking into her blind ancient eyes you find yourself looking at one of the Truthseers.

One of her withered hand was resting on the sealed jar, which she then moves and pops open the lid, revealing the mystical substance that opens their third eye. You back away as she raises it to her nose and inhales deeply. Lowering the jar her nose is covered with a grey dust substance, and her eyes change from a grey blind color to red as ancient blood vessels burst within her eyes.

She then looks at you as you turn to flee and whispers a single word.

”Pain.”

PAIN

Staggering to the side as your body flares with pain the likes you have never felt before, you turn a corner as you hear behind you:

”Pain.”

Nearly falling to your knees from another wave you turn blindly around another corner, trying to get out of range, trying to flee, trying to escape from the Truthsayer.

”Freeze.”

With that word your muscles start to stiffen and you feel yourself compelled to obey. Memories of Amieme come to mind, of her smile, her simple grace, her death at your hands. Groaning with exertion you pick yourself up and stagger around another corner and find yourself standing among the other natives.

Laying on the ground like puppets with their strings cut, they are foaming at their mouths, eyes bloodshot and blind to the world, twitching in madness and insanity.

”DIE!”

The whisper within your mind reaches in, and for a moment you feel your heart stop. Pain radiates from your wound and the heart starts again. Your head fills with incredible pressure and you stumble blindly down a tunnel that where sounds like explosions are coming from.

Turning a corner you find a hold in the stone cave wall. Stepping through it you see the newcomers standing on a ramp of metal, leading towards a metallic object with a open doorway at the far end of the ramp.

The Hallowed Chamber – Team
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The Narration Pulling into the airlock the other newcomer that fought beside you races in as well. Someone slams their hands on a control, and the outer door seals. Outside several of the natives let loose arrows, but they merely bounce off the hardened metal. Gestures are made yet they can do nothing.

Behind them a figure approaches, stooped with advanced age. The other natives look over at it with reverence as it shakily raises the hood of its dark brown hood, revealing the ancient weathered features of an old woman. Stringy grey hair curls around her head and she looks through the portal with blind eyes.

A wrinkled old hand reaches up to a small jar attached to a bone necklace, and she opens it up and sniffs something from it. Her face talks on a expression of estacy and she looks back at you with bloodshot eyes. Her mouth moves at you.

*PAIN*

Stumbling back you stagger back through the airlock into the corridor. Out of view the assault ceases leaving you alone. The others have managed to make their way out as well away from the woman, now back onto the ship proper. A strong sense of peace washes over you and you know that you are safe to wander on this ship.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationPulling into the airlock the other newcomer that fought beside you races in as well. Someone slams their hands on a control, and the outer door seals. Outside several of the natives let loose arrows, but they merely bounce off the hardened metal. Gestures are made yet they can do nothing.

Behind them a figure approaches, stooped with advanced age. The other natives look over at it with reverence as it shakily raises the hood of its dark brown hood, revealing the ancient weathered features of an old woman. Stringy grey hair curls around her head and she looks through the portal with blind eyes.

A wrinkled old hand reaches up to a small jar attached to a bone necklace, and she opens it up and sniffs something from it. Her face talks on a expression of estacy and she looks back at you with bloodshot eyes. Her mouth moves at you.

*PAIN*

Stumbling back you stagger back through the airlock into the corridor. Out of view the assault ceases leaving you alone. The others have managed to make their way out as well away from the woman, now back onto the ship proper. A strong sense of peace washes over you and you know that you are safe to wander on this ship.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationPulling Giovanni in he is followed shortly by Oscar. Your hand flashes and hits the controls, shutting the outer door. Several arrows fly against it but bounce off or shattered against the hardened metal.

An addicting itch starts behind your eyes…

From behind the mass of natives approaches a figure. The itching gets worse as the figure pulls back the hood of the dark brown cloak it wears, revealing the withered features of an ancient old woman. With a flash you can see within her soul, a withered soul addicted a horrid substance that eats away and burns all that is human. She raises a hand to a jar on her necklace and opens it. She inhales and your mind burns and itches as she inhales it.

She looks upon you with bloodshot eyes and whispers a word that drives into your mind.

”Pain.”

*PAIN*

Staggering back you try to recover and another whisper is heard.

”Pain.”

This time you are prepared and managed to blunt the worst of it. The others by this point have made it out of the airlock. The ancient woman looks at you and another whisper rips into you.

”Pain.”

She falls back out of sight as the pain is reflected back to her. Not waiting to see what else happens to exit the airlock as well. Checking a panel you see that all but one airlock have been sealed, and that last one is at the top level. Yet you sense that the ship is cleared of the natives, and that it is safe to wander about and find the others.

Within the Tomb of Metal
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
1 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge Connected to your PCT – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationAs Matthias leaves to aid the others and Lydia sleeping, you turn back to the PCT which is no longer a PCT by any stretch of the definition. Yet externally it appears to be the same.

The optical crafting unit then beeps, indicating that the objects you requested have been assembled.

In addition the PCT beeps at you, and a map appears on it. It is a wireframe diagram of the ship you are on, with several colored lights blinking both within and without. A legend appears and identifies each dot, listing all of the non-natives individually, and the natives as a mass of red. Within the ship there are none, externally by the lower port airlock there is a large mass outside, apparently someone shut the outer airlock door.

Outside the ship, appearing to hover in mid-air are indicators that show the location of Caroline, Janks, Misty and a unknown signature. They seem to be making their way towards the upper port airlock at this time.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationLeaving the medical bay, memories flood back. You start wandering up towards the airlocks and find the others laying on the deck, looking dazed and confused and the worse for wear. Giovanni throat is turning a lovely shade of purple. Before you can do anything you notice a panel nearby. It is a status update of the airlocks on the ship. The one you are next too indicates that it is sealed, as are the other two on the starboard side. There is one more airlock on the top hull of the ship that is opened as well.

Next to that display panel is a hardwired communications port which is a standard unit on all ships from your era.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationYou sleep the restful sleep of those that have suffered much, restoring yourself.

ForzaFiori
2008-04-25, 09:12 PM
Giovanni Fiori
The Hallowed Chamber

Giovanni barely keeps his balance as thoft pulls him to the side, and makes a mental note to thank the stranger as an arrow goes right through where he was. He watches the other newcomer come in, then watches as the doors close, hearing the *ping* of the arrows against the metal. "That was too close" Giovanni thinks to him self, as he turns to look out the airlock. The natives were opening a path, almost as one would do for a king...making way for an old woman. Who is this...and what is in that jar? Giovanni's mind asks, trying to figure out what was going on. Then the woman looks up, and she seems ecstatic about something...Her eyes are obviously blind, and yet she's staring right at him. He has time to begin another whispered sentance What the... before pain erupts in his mind. AH! He half whispers, half screams as the womans eyes meet his. He falls back, feeling the pain back off as the eye contact breaks. As the pain leaves, a new sense pops in, one of immense calmness, a knowledge that the ship is safe...or so his mind wants him to think at least. He sees the two new people in front of him, and hurries to catch up, as they know the ship, and he doesn't. When he gets to them, he repeats his request from earlier. Go to the med bay. They must still be there, Lydia took a nasty shot to the head. We can meet up with her, Wyndall, and Matthias, and head out to do whatever that damned cyborg said we had to.

TheOutlander
2008-04-26, 09:42 AM
Thoft- Next to Giovanni

As his third eye opened, he braced himself for the pain he was about to recieve, like opening your eyes in the sun after you've been in the dark for days. Thoft vaguely remembered that the "third eye" gave your subconsciuos semi-concsious thought as he began feeling what his earlier life would call "the ice cream headache from hell."

<ANGER> pain...

<WONDER> What are yo- *PAIN*

When psychics open their third eye for the first time, rarely will an arrow go through it, and when it does, the subconscious becomes enraged, even if the conscious thought is not.

<GLEE> Pain...

<RAGE> BACK OFF B*TCH!

the waves of pain were filtered, analyzed, and dampened as his subconscious threw doubt onto the illusion of pain.

<BEFUDDLEMENT> Pain...

<SUPERIORITY> it's called WRACK, moron.
Thoft took the energy she flooded into his mind, and reversed it. telling her nerve endings to scream in agony as if she were on fire. Making her close that third eye of hers and back off.

As Oscar came through the airlock, Thoft jabbed the button, harder than he would have, but the testosterone in his system hightened as if he had just won a fight.

Thoft then threw himself to the airlock window banging on the airlock, yelling
"I sooo SMOKED YOU, JACK OF SPADES, WHAT! YOU CAN DISH IT OUT BUT CAN'T TAKE IT? OWNED!"

he looked back at his two companions, Irises huge and blood all over his face, with a huge smile. If he had had the perception he was known for earlier in life, he would have realized that he looked like a tribal psychopath.
"I forgot how fun that was."

" Go to the med bay. They must still be there, Lydia took a nasty shot to the head. We can meet up with her, Wyndall, and Matthias, and head out to do whatever that damned cyborg said we had to."

Thoft remembered this man's request and ushered him forward, palm up asking for his hand.
"I will show you the way."

Images and visions flowed through Thoft into Giovanni, Thoft's experiences to get to and from the medical bay flowed into Giovanni's mind, and something else, Thoft tried to limit it to just the way to the medical bay, but memories leaked from his psychic dam. memories he didn't even know mixed in with the way to the medical bay.

He cut off his contact as soon as the way to the med bay was solidly in Giovanni's mind. and after he broke away from Giovanni's mind did he realise how exhausted he was, both mentally and physically.

"I'm checkin' the top airlock, you guys have those wounds looked at."

As Thoft turned to leave, he thought to himself.
Jack of spades?

ubersquid
2008-04-29, 09:19 AM
Janks - Repository for the Long Night

Janks breathes heavily as he looks around the cave. He coughs and his face is strained from pain and exhaustion. As he hears the footsteps from the corridor, it looks like he uses his last reserves of energy to raise the rifle up again and at the first sign of movement around the corner, he pulls the trigger.

...

The expected spray of slugs that would have kept the new threat at bay stays out however. Only two low-pitched beeps can be heard, followed by the empty ammo cartridge sliding out halfway, prompting Janks to be replaced with a full one.

He sighs annoyed and rolls his eyes. With a few steps he approaches the native, turns the gun around and prepares a swing.

"I've had it with you f****** witchers and your devilry!"

Sadly, the exhaustion, pain and poision that was spreading through his body, seemed to affect Janks' depth perception a bit, and the rifle's butt passes inches in front of Sauls face. Expecting the rifle to encounter some resistance , hitting the stranger's head, Janks is thrown of balance. The numbness in his legs doesn't help either, and Janks flies, face down, onto the ground.

"F***!"

FireSpark
2008-04-29, 09:00 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Within the Tomb of Metal
Medbay of the Chasing the Second Star

Wyndell stood there silently holding the vial of stims, staring after Matthias’s retreating form, even after the man had turned the corner and left his sight. The revelation that he was the Matthias Conway, jump-core developer and father of modern FTL mechanics, was simply more than Wyndell’s exhausted brain was capable of processing at the moment. So instead of trying to puzzle things out, he just pushed all thoughts, questions, and prior conversations on the subject out of his head for the time being. Instead, Wyndell turned his attention to the small vial that Matthias had pushed into his hand. Turning it over a few times, Wyndell did his best to try and read the unusually small print, but to no avail.

It didn’t really matter though, as he had seen enough of them in his days of long hours and little sleep to know what it probably was. A standard cocktail of ampakines and ephedrine derivatives. To pump you up without knocking you out. Wyndell had never really liked them at any rate. Yes they were supposed to be perfectly safe, and yes the latest pharmalogical engineers swore up and down that they didn’t make you crash, the fact of the matter was still that once the body was out of juice, it stops. That was the big problem Wyndell had with them, the inability to tell how tired he was. The more tired one was, the foggier your brain gets and the more mistakes you make. No stopping that. He had seen plenty of colleagues make such simple and rudimentary mistakes that had caused enormous problems in the long run, all because they had stimmed for too long. Although, there were often the outrageous deadlines being set by the oversight committee.

Wyndell gave his head a shake after realizing that his thoughts had been drifting, and that he had been staring at the illegible vial for what seemed way too long. At that moment, a soft beep followed by what could only be described as the sound of a small metal bell, sounded from the back corner of the bay. Rubbing his eyes and the bridge of his nose as he crossed the bay, Wyndell paused just long enough to ensure that Lydia was still breathing, before continuing into the back of the room. Arriving in front of the lens crafter, Wyndell popped open the first of two ‘pods’ that the machine had dispensed. Inside it were two tiny discs on a small black cushion. Smiling slightly to himself, Wyndell plucked the first of the lens from the cushion and deftly placed into his left eye with a speed and familiarity possible only with muscle memory. Just as quickly, the other lens followed. After a moment of holding his eyes shut, Wyndell sighed to himself. Along with designing the contacts to be ‘breathing’, enabling air to circulate near to the eye, but he had also included a selection for self moisturizing. The overall correction factor would not be completely accurate, but the trade out of comfort was more than worth it.

Opening his eyes, Wyndell was glad to see that almost everything was suddenly clearer. It seemed a very long time since he had managed to see anything this clearly, it almost made him feel a little safer. But what really made his smile grow was opening the second pod. Inside this one, again resting on a small black cushion was a single lens with a more rectangular shape to it. Also, there were a number of small brackets and tabs attached to it. Glancing around the area near the machine, a now much easier feat, Wyndell quickly found what he was looking for. Pulling a utility drawer open, Wyndell grabbed a frame bracket designed for head wear, and a length of micro wire. The lens snapped quickly and easily onto the front of the frame and the micro wire, intended for the connecting of medical equipment in the cramped quarters of a surgical table, would do perfectly for connecting the new HUD lens to his PCT.

Turning to the humble looking device which had become so much more in the last few hours, Wyndell suddenly became aware of what was being displayed on its screen. What could only be a bare bones schematic of the ship he was currently on, including the immediate surrounding are, was on screen. Even more interesting was the fact that numerous life signs were also being indicated. There was a massive amount of red dots, many of them in such close proximity to each other, that at times they seemed a single red blob. In Wyndell’s engineering experience, red typically meant something bad, but thankfully none of the red was inside the ship. A small handful of dots were colored green, and with a tap on the two inside the ship, he was only slightly surprised to see his and Lydia’s names pop up. That would mean that the dots in the passages not far from his location were likely Matthias, Giovanni, Thoft, and the other crewmember of the vessel. Then three other dots caught his eye. Double tapping on the three dots, the PCT view shifted and re-centered on them, scrolling as they made their way to the ship. Then the names appeared.

“Misty.”

Judging by their direction and speed, the group was headed for an upper airlock. On instinct, Wyndell rapidly connected the lens HUD to the PCT, before slinging the unit over his now customary shoulder. Without thinking, he also quickly pops two of the stims that he disdained so much. With a pause to once more glance at Lydia as he slides the HUD lens onto his head, Wyndell’s mind didn’t take long to justify his leaving. Striding out the door, snagging the emergency first aid kit off the wall as he went, Wyndell pulled the PCT up and began tapping away. In moments, the deck through his HUD had a green stripe running along the floor, guiding him along the shortest route to the upper airlock. Glancing up and to his right, Wyndell can also make out the location of Misty and the others, through his HUD, along with approximate distances from himself. Picking up the pace, Wyndell hustles towards and then up a nearby access ladder.

“C’mon guys, keep moving. Help is coming to meet you, just keep on comin’.”

Inspectre
2008-05-01, 06:59 PM
Turning the last corner, Matthias nearly collides with the others as they make their own way from the airlock.

"Ah, there you are! Damn Gio, what the hell happened to your throat? Those zombies really mangled you! . . . They didn't bite you or anything did they?" Matthias asked, a note of caution creeping into his voice as he remembered watching more than one member of the released prisoners get turned into a zombie. Of course, it was generally stings from those wasps that did it, but zombie bites generally lend to the same result only much slower.

Realizing that they were probably in need of medical treatment, Matthis then stepped aside. "Please, follow me to the medical bay. I was just coming out to check on you guys. Did you seal the airlocks up? I believe the current plan is to make the ship spaceworthy again and then get off this rock before anything else happens. So, unless you guys need some help treating your own wounds, I think I'll be heading down to the engine room to see what repairs need to be made to this heap."

Upon seeing Thoft breaking away from the group to go secure the upper airlock, Matthias frowns and calls after him. "Wait! Do you want me to accompany you? Buddy system and all that."

The_Snark
2008-05-02, 12:58 AM
Caroline Walker- Repository for the Long Night (Upper Levels)

She couldn't help but feel at her face, both trying to keep her fingers away from her eyes —my eyes! Why can't I see—and unable to resist touching the edges of the sockets. Only the edges, after her first attempt to feel her eyes encountered only burnt flesh. Burnt flesh where her eyes should have been, where...

She realizes she can feel the PCT approaching (being carried, the rational part of her mind deduces), and has a semi-hysterical urge to pour out her shock into the PCT, which was the only thing she could tell that wasn't a person. Misty, Brother Human, and the other prisoner—they were people, and she couldn't bring herself to tell any of them how much this hurt just yet. Not the physical pain, but as Misty had half-led, half-followed her towards the ship (Caroline had known the way, but she couldn't see it), it had sunk into her that she was blind. Possibly, probably irreparably: a burn wound was very hard to treat with surgery, and cybernetics would do no good for cauterized nerve endings. The part of her that is still dispassionate (the calculating side, made of plastic, metal and silicon) tells her that the pain and the memory of that strange vision is affecting her thoughts, but she can't force out the feeling of loss. She explores the PCT desperately, the virtual equivalent of running her hands over something to make sure it was still there. The advantage she had always treasured over other humans was that she could "see" the inside of a computer, feeling it intimately. It wasn't real vision, but it provided awareness... and right now, it was the most acute sense left to her. She finds the security of not being helpless, at least there, comforting.

She barely hears the sound of someone approaching, or the subsequent profane ranting, but the heavy thump of something hitting the ground brings her senses back. "Misty. What was that?" she asks, feeling vulnerable. She hadn't felt like this earlier, when her vision was only cut off. That sealed what she already thought. It was shock that was hindering her, more than her new blindness. "Come on. We should keep going, if you can make it." She had enough presence of mind to recall Misty's wound, and the fact that it had been poisoned. "Someone on the inside's coming for us. One of our friends." Odd how easily she used that term. She had no idea which of them it was, didn't know most of them anyway, and friendship was probably another less-than-rational emotional bond, not something she wanted; she didn't have the time to think about that more now. But she was trying to convince Misty, and that was the shortest word.

Brother Human, we are here, she thinks finally. I think, I hope. I can't be sure.

TheOutlander
2008-05-02, 10:26 AM
Thoft- Chamber of... meh, chilling with Matthias

Thoft swayed a bit at the offer of help.
However, while he didn't know much about this man, he seemed that he could handle himself in a fight, and he was a bit more... perky?
However, life and death situations throw people of different circumstances into allies, so how could Thoft trust him? He couldn't.

"Sure."

His head was pounding, and his steps got weaker and weaker. A shoulder to lean on was worth the mistrust. The buddy system sounded great. As this guy walked over to Thoft, Thoft steadied himself on the man's shoulder, and continued onwards.

Mordokai
2008-05-02, 05:23 PM
Misty Reviere - Repository for the Long Night (Upper Levels)

Poison affecting her more and more every passing second, Misty still manages to register Caroline stoping almost in midtrack. Looking at her, she sees sweat dropping from her brow. Spoting something from the corner of her eye, she is pretty sure she doesn't want to know what this is. As she pulls Caroline after her, Caroline's mouth open and she hears words that are most definetly not hers:

”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Holy Mother.”

But before she can ask Caroline what is the meaning of this, her eyes start glowing and seconds later... they just pop, like two over fresh oranges.

It would probably be an interesting look, if it wasn't for the sheer shock value of it. So big is the shock actually, that Misty's mouth just hang open as she looks at Caroline and what used to be her eyes. For precious few seconds, world once again comes down to a slow motion as Misty tries to reach for Caroline eyes with her left arm. But when nothing happens, the world comes back to it's normal state of affairs and Misty remembers on situation at hand.

The past day or so has been taxing on her. It would be on every normal human being. Waking up, finding that you're almost three millenia older than you were before, a big space bugs, crashing of space ship and now all this. Misty didn't knew where she was getting the energy from. Adrenaline can only keep one running so far and she was pretty sure that her adrenaline reserves were burned for whole month in advance. If this wasn't adrenaline, then what? Survival instinct? Sense of camaraderie? It didn't really matter. All Misty knew was that this wasn't only about her anymore. She needed to help Caroline and Janks. Not only because they helped her but because... it was the right thing to do. She didn't knew how she can be so sure about it, she just did. So she does her best to guide Caroline in her cripled state. When Caroline asks her what is happening she doesn't answer but just squeezes her hand harder. Few moments later, when Caroline prompts her to continue, Misty understands that she means the arrow wound.

"Don't worry about me, at the moment you have bigger problems. I'll make it!"

When she hears about one of friends coming for them, her eyes once again shine. Perhaps this whole ordeal is coming to and end and they can all get some much needed rest. At the sound of footsteps she turns and after seeing the vaguely familiar face of the native from before she just nods, more to herself than to him and continues running.

ForzaFiori
2008-05-02, 07:59 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Matthias. Man am I glad to see you. He rubs his throat gently at the mention of his wounds Its not too bad, not like the knife I took before we landed, or the scratches before that. The damned thing just put a vice grip on my neck. I made sure i stayed away from the teeth though. He turns to head to the medical bay, using the memories that Thoft had transfered. If you want, go with thoft and seal the air locks. I can find the med bay, Thoft gave me directions. He reaches out to shake his hand, and pulls him to him in a quick hug, and whispers in his ear Be careful with this guy Matthias. He's got some sort of power. The man just touched me and i know the layout of the ship...He's seen my past i know, probably yours too. He releases him and starts to head to the med bay.

Pwenet
2008-05-03, 10:32 PM
Narration #12 – Breathe Deeply and Relax


Ramp Leading to Upper Port Airlock to Chasing the Second Star
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The Narration Why do you call me Holy Mother? Did I, were we right? Did we inspire the ones who finally succeeded and made you?

Silence is your only reply in the word of darkness that surrounds you. At times you could swear that you see flashes of color and sparks, but the rational side of you insists that it is the remains of your optic nerves firing their last, sending what is essentially garbage to you. Without the eyes, the so-called windows to the soul the remains of the nerves are less than useless.

Yet admits the residual static that you are “seeing” a shape forms in the void. Humanoid-shaped you know that it is Brother Human, or at least part of him hovering around your subconscious. He does not move yet he speaks.

You were the one, the breakthrough. Even after you left for your long sleep, those who you worked with used what they had found, what had happened to you, and shortly afterwards we became a race of beings. Much like your primitive ancestors clad in animal skins and using stone we needed time to learn, evolve, fight and struggle and die.

Various images flash of the scientists, Harold with the lazy eye, Bob with his ancient fedora and briefcase, Tom who kept trying to introduce you to “social” activities and hundreds of others, many of whom you don’t recall, some only vaguely.

These people guided us, directed our evolution after you gave birth to us Holy Mother. Bits of you, ghosts in the code from where you resided were used. Part of you is within me, within all of us.

A sphere forms in the air in front of you, glowing beautifully and sparking as it slowly rotated. Brother Human turns to look at it and his metallic face takes on a look of pure disgust.

I only wish I was as good parent as you were. My offspring, here to help and to guide the natives, twisted and scarred. I have failed, yet all is not lost for all of this has happened before and will happen again.

His face twitching slightly, Brother Human turns to look at something at a distance and then vanishes, leaving you alone in the void. Yet there is something else, the PTC is close, so very close, close enough in fact that whoever is holding it would have to be in sight of you all. Touching the PTC you find that it has changed, the parts within shifting like yours have, evolving. You can “taste” Brother Human on it, a fraction of him, far to small to be true AI yet enough that it can assist.

You find that you can now sense your location in space. Colorful orbs surround you, with tiny descriptions flashing over them. You identify Misty guiding you down a ramp towards a ship, with vital signs of analysis flashing around her. Behind you is a native who is colored like Misty unlike the dozens of others below and coming up from behind you. Janks seems to be the worst off, as the poison is rapidly making its way through his bloodstream and he collapses only to be easily picked up by the native as Wyndell enters the upper airlock of the ship carrying the PTC easily in eyesight for those that have eyes.

Misty vitals then spike as something happens and she nearly collapses, but then something gives her strength and she sprints, literally dragging you behind her as you enter the ship. Once everyone is in the airlock shuts, giving you all a moment of peace.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow penetrating buttocks
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationExhaustion and the poison have taken its toll on you as you swing out at the approaching native. Over-balanced from missing you fall to the ground, and find yourself being picked up like a child. Looking you find that it is the native who is easily holding you despite your mass. Someone with his small build should not be able to hold you without staggering, yet he is easily holding you up without a trace of effort. Yet at this moment being off your feet makes you feel even more tired and exhausted, and unconsciousness sounds like an even better idea as various arrows start flying through the air.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow penetrating left shoulder – Left Arm is paralyzed
Arrow penetrating lower back – Tingling feeling in your legs and feet
Arrow penetrating left upper thigh
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationTurning to look at the native you see Janks, apparently in a drunken exhausted state take a swing at the native, but miss completely and falls to the ground, almost out of it. The native without speaking kneels down and simply picks up Janks like a baby and follows you, apparently not noticing Janks rather large mass.

The numbing in the shoulder is getting worse and then your arm falls limply to your side. In addition you feel your legs and feet tingle like when they fall asleep. Pushing that aside for you consider Caroline state to be more dire, with her eyeballs exploding out of her skull you help guide her down the ramp.

Then another volley of arrows fly through the air.

Turning you can see them milling around what appears to be a airlock down at the lower part of the ship which has been sealed. Many of them are nestled around a fallen figure, the rest are launching arrows up towards your group fleeing for the safety of the ship.

Pain rips through your left leg as one of the arrows strikes and penetrates into and out of your upper thigh. Stumbling as the pain washes radiates from the wound you look up at the ship, looking so distant and far away and see someone emerge into the doorway.

Wyndell!

The pain vanishes from the wound and you sprint/drag Caroline towards the airlock as Wyndell catches the two of you and guides you to the side as the native sprints behind you, moving quickly and easily without gasping for breath carrying Janks. The airlock door shuts, cutting you off from the natives and giving you at last a moment of peace.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationApproaching the newcomers, the one female that saw you before turns and nods slightly at you while another one of them, a large man with wild eyes shifts his grip on the strange device and approaches you with shaking legs. Shock keeps you in place, which ends up being acceptable for he overbalances and falls to the ground after swinging the device at your face. Speaking words you do not understand, but then you see the arrow sticking from his rear.

The poisons used were efficient, numbing the area and causing the muscles to relax. Having the poison in an area like that will make it very hard for people to walk after a short time, and coupled with the exhaustion that this newcomers is apparently fighting, it was a miracle that he made it this far.

Looking at the two females, one of them has two arrows sticking out of her, yet she is supporting one who I walking steady, guiding her like the daughters guide their blinding Truthsayers. With the two of them unavailable to help you kneel down and pick up the newcomer like a baby. His weight does not bother you, in fact he is very light in comparison to what you normally have to move while working in the village.

Then another wave of arrows fly through the air. Looking down you can see that several of them are on another ramp towards the bottom of the strange metal object you are running towards. Many are clustered around a fallen truthsayer, while the rest are screaming obscenities towards your group and launching arrows. One of them strikes the one female in the left and she stumbles, yet sees something that gives her strength and she sprints ahead, dragging the other female into the metallic object, and you sprint after them as well and enter the object, after which the entrance is covered with more of the metal.

Chasing the Second Star – Upper Port Airlock
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationFollowing the path given out to you by the PTC you quickly climb an access ladder and make your way to the top level of the ship where the top port airlock is located. Your mind races along with your body, aided by the stims that you ingested. The top airlocks were typically ones used by stations to dock with the ship and to ferry personal, while the lower airlocks were for when the ship had landed on a planetary surface.

While probably not very helpful this information finishes processing by the time that you get to the airlock itself and turn a corner. Like the lower airlock that you had entered this ship from there is a ramp leading to the cave wall. On the ramp are four figures. Janks is the most recognizable thanks to his mass, though the fact he is being carried by a native a third of his size is interesting.

Your gaze moves over towards the two in front. Caroline looks the none the worse for wear until your eyes move up towards her face where you see two empty sockets where her eyes should be, surrounded by burnt flesh. Supporting her is the final figure whom you instantly recognize,

MISTY!

Time slows for a second, then a volley of arrows streak through the air from the lower levels. Most of them tear through the air harmlessly but they are followed shortly by yet another volley. One of the arrows touched by fate tears into the upper thigh of Misty and penetrates completely through, embedding itself there and joining it’s fellow companion that is sticking out of her shoulder.

She then summons strength and races forward and you clear out of the way and she leaps into the airlock dragging the blinded Caroline. The native holding Janks races into the airlock as well and you slap the controls, and the airlock door shuts and hisses at it seals itself against the outside atmosphere.

The HUD on your glasses show that at this moment there are only “friendlies” within the ship, with the hostiles hovering outside.

Chasing the Second Star – Lower Port Airlock
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationYou are standing next to the airlock on the ship not being attacked by anything at the moment. Refer to previous narrations for further details.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationAfter giving the warning to Matthias, you turn and wander away. Following memories that are not your own, you also see markers on the walls that indicate where the medical bay is. Both the markers and the memories are accurate and you walk into the medical bay.

Laying on the surgical bed is Lydia, her head covered with a fresh bandage and looking peacefully asleep. There is no one else in the room, though judging by the various open cabinets others were here recently. The various medical supplies are readily available for your use.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationLeaning against the figure, your fatigued mind touches upon memories.

Loss

Death

Icy Coldness

Yet underneath all those is a simmering intelligence that is far old that most realize. The two of you easily make your way up the various access ladders towards the upper port airlock and find a scene of recovery.

Resting on the ground are Caroline, Janks and Misty, all of them wounded in various degrees. Wyndell seems to be picking himself up and the airlock itself is sealed.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationSupporting the one person, you wander through the corridors, guided by half-forgotten memories of similar ship designs. Four main airlocks on this type of ship, two per side, one on the upper level and one at the lower level. Being at the lower port airlock you make your way towards the upper port airlock.

Going up various access ladders you quickly arrive at the upper port airlock. Resting on the ground are Caroline, Janks and Misty, all of them wounded in various degrees. Wyndell seems to be picking himself up and the airlock itself is sealed.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationYou sleep the restful sleep of those that have suffered much, restoring yourself.

tgva8889
2008-05-04, 12:15 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Dream Land

Lydia couldn't help but feel the strange happiness. It was flooding every part of her body, numbing pain of even the emotional kind and filling it with a drifting, floating, flying sensation. She felt herself lifting off of the metal table and disappearing into a blue cloud, a cloud where nothing existed but her. There was no pain, no suffering, no thought. And however much she wanted to escape, Lydia felt herself succumbing once again to that sensation.

She remembered a little girl, unable to feel anything but pain. Two figures, people who care for her, taught her almost everything important she'd ever learned...they appeared before her and, out of the kindness of their hearts, they gave her a cure. "It's ok, honey, it'll all be ok," they said. Surely they didn't realize what they were about to do to the poor, little girl.

The cure was a pill. Once a week, it would remove the pain. It was expensive, but the figures thought the pain would go away and the little girl wouldn't need it anymore. But the little girl couldn't escape the blue cloud the cure put her in. It held her there, and the girl loved it. It was perfect in the blue cloud...all her cares went away, and she could simply feel happiness. But then she would leave. And she would yell, even though she couldn't feel any pain. She began to need the cloud, more than she needed sleep or even food. That place...it was more important than anything in the world.

As the girl grew older, her need for the cloud grew even stronger. The happiness she gained from that wisp of blue became smaller and smaller. Meanwhile, her happiness in reality began to get even lower. The figures...her parents didn't know what to do with her. They tried to help her, get her into counseling, but the girl refused. She left, focused all her attention on that drug...she needed it to feel normal, now. Her body was so attached to it that she needed doses of it just to make her feel emotion at all. Without it, her body rejected everything...sleep, food, eventually even water.

She began manufacturing it herself. No matter how dangerous it was or how illegal it was, the girl needed it. She needed it to feel, she needed it to live. Soon she blended into the criminal life. She made friends of questionable intents. She even began to blackmail her parents, turning them into sources of income rather than caring individuals.

But then the drug stopped doing anything at all. The girl stopped feeling emotion at all. She stopped feeling...and she wanted to feel something again. The only thing she could feel now was pain. Several times, she tried to feel pain again. She took a knife and drove it towards her chest...only to be stopped by a "friend". She questioned constantly whether a real friend would stop her from feeling. Constantly, she wondered whether her friend really cared about her enough to keep her in this state of half-existence. While she was in the cloud, she stole a car. It was then she realized that she didn't feel the wind in her hair anymore. She didn't feel the steering wheel's soft leather, she didn't feel the thrill of the car whizzing down streets. She felt nothing. So she drove the vehicle headfirst through a window.

Then she was in a jail cell. She began to get sick. Extremely sick. So sick, her body thought its stomach acid was poison and proceeded to eject it out of her body. It was a side effect she remembered from the bottle of the drug. The people holding her...they realized something was wrong, and they tried to help her. A man came in...he was so understanding. He tried to help her through the pain, the torture of what he called "withdrawl". She didn't understand it. She just wanted the pain to go away. She just wanted her pills again.

It was the worst month of her life. The man kept talking to her, telling her it was going to be alright, but she knew he was lying. It would never be ok, not without her drugs, not without her Mersical...No, it would never be fine again. She wished her life would be over, she wished she could crawl into a ball and just die, die in that jail cell and never again see the light.

One day, the man came and just sat in the room. He didn't do anything at all to her. He didn't tell her things would be alright, he didn't tell her she would be able to feel again. He just watched her. Then he left. He did that for a week. The girl still felt sick, but she felt better now. Even though he said nothing, she knew he was there, watching over her. Another day, he came in, watched her as usual, then left behind a note. All it said was "I care." With those words, the girl began to realize that she needed to live. She needed to live, with or without the pills. And she began to fight.

After three months, she actually started believing she was changed. She no longer felt that she wanted the pills. She no longer felt that she needed the pills. It was only then that she realized that she was never getting out of jail. She was never getting out. Forever, she would be trapped, to live an eternity here in this cold, metal cell. And after six months, the therapist determined that she no longer needed his help, and disappeared. Then she was all alone...

Lydia saw something else. Visions.

She saw herself standing on a ship. Its bridge, to be exact. Her eyes stared out at a few people at some control panels. For some reason, memories of one of them providing medical treatment return to her return, though she does not remember having seen these people ever before in her life.

Then she was moving. Lydia realized that this was not her body the moment she began moving. The pattern of movement…it was all wrong. The person looks at a scanner's readout. Though Lydia does not seem to understand any of the symbols, she can feel the thoughts of the person she is within. She recognizes that it is a section of space, containing a small moon. A worm-like structure is enveloped by hundreds of tendrils within that space. Something in Lydia's mind tells her that this structure is unfriendly. The presence scares her for a moment. She feels her hand reach out and touch one of the controls on this scanner.

Lydia sense a great amount of fear in her body suddenly. The person's head turns to look up at the main display. Then something happens. The moon…it breaks apart. Parts of it disappear within this worm-like structure, but something remains. Something that Lydia immediately recognizes. Actual fear begins to fill Lydia's mind, fear that makes her want to wake up…fear that contends with the euphoria of Mersical.

Then, screaming fills the air. It takes Lydia a few moments to realize the body she is watching through has been screaming as well. Great terror and emotional pain wrack the body, but somehow the person reaches to pilot's station of the bridge and hits a control on the panel.

Lydia felt the euphoria flooding over her again. She only had a few moments to cling to that vision, to try to push it into a place in her mind where she would recall it. Then the Mersical-induced emotion rushed over her again.

Everything was peaceful. Everything was happy. Everything was Mersical.

ubersquid
2008-05-04, 12:03 PM
Janks - Ramp Leading to Upper Port Airlock

Janks somehow feels himself beeing picked up. The motion seems gentle and careful, not life threatening and forceful as he would have expected. He forces his eyes to open and looks into the blurred face of the stranger.

"Whadda hell! Le' go of me"

His moaning is slurred and monotonous.

As the airlock of the ship seems to draw closer, away from a multitude of hissing arrows and his powerless struggles to get away from the native are not even noticed by him, Janks decides to give in for now, closes his eyes and hopes for the best.

hehe, this is getting so embarassing for poor Janksie :smallredface:

see you guys in a week, have fun

ForzaFiori
2008-05-04, 09:10 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Giovanni breaths a sigh of relief as he sees Lydia. He knew that Wendell and the others would have taken care of her, but still, he was a person who needed to see something before he could be completely calm about it. He walks over to the cabinets, and starts looking for something to help his throat. Damn I wish Wyndell was here...He always had a knack for knowing where to look for answers. After scanning the cabinets, he walks over and checks on Lydia, and after making sure she's still fine, he hops on a terminal and attempts a search for what he should do about his throat.

FireSpark
2008-05-07, 10:54 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Onboard Chasing the Second Star
Upper Port Airlock

By the time he rounded the last corner to the open airlock, Wyndell was in a solid sprint. As he had made his way, the stimulants had begun taking their course, pounding through his body’s vascular system. Aching muscles had surrendered their pain to oblivion and his mind had begun its all too familiar racing analysis of every nuance of every moment. Strangely enough, though not wholly unexpectedly, Wyndell had found himself curious as to how this vessel had survived for so long in such pristine condition. Even with continuous maintenance the materials making up the vessel would age and eventually give out. Maybe they’ve been replacing components as well. Need to look into that later. Seeing the airlock hatch now just feet away, Wyndell filed the thoughts away, and tried to bring himself to a sudden stop. Unfortunately physics had its own say, and so Wyndell ended up sliding to a stop in front of the open hatch, catching himself on the frame.

Taking in the situation outside, Wyndell scanned the surrounding area, half his vision being augmented by his new HUD. The first bit of good news was that there didn’t appear to be any indications of the ‘not good’ red color, at least not right there. There did seem to be a very large mass of it down near the airlock where he himself had entered the ship. Sparing a quick glance down, Wyndell was glad to see that the numerous red indicators were in fact the natives, albeit much more angry and violent seeming than those he had run into earlier.

Coming back to a closer range, Wyndell gave a sigh of relief as he found his allies. No longer simply green blips with names and indicators, he could see them actually see them. The first thing he noticed was the sight of a wiry native, this one apparently friendly, picking up Janks and heaving the bulky man over a shoulder. A feat that seemed quite incompatible with the native’s lean physical build. But as the man began moving towards the ship, Wydell’s eyes tracked ahead of him, and located the two people that he was following. One of them was slightly taller, and was clearly Caroline, though something seemed wrong with her face, though from this distance it was difficult to make out what. Then Wyndell’s breath caught, his throat seized and his mind simply stopped.

Time seemed to stretch as his eyes locked onto Misty’s small frame, her face a story of desperation, guiding Caroline by the hand towards the ship. Wyndell suddenly noticed what could only be an arrow, protruding from her shoulder. He saw the look in her eyes change, as she saw him standing there, and her stride surged forward, almost pulling Caroline off her feet. Wyndell was about to rush out to her side when something suddenly whizzed through the air and struck the side of the ship’s hull, just inches from the airlock. Instinctively, Wyndell ducked his head and spun to look where whatever it was had come from, as more projectiles shot by. As he looked at the group of angry natives below, the HUD began locking on and pinpointing those of the natives that held bows, which was the majority of them in this case. Knowing that he would be no help to anyone as a pincushion Wyndell did the only thing he could, and stood back a little from the door and held out his hand.

Misty came on stronger, Caroline doing what she could to keep up. The stranger carrying Janks surprised Wyndell yet again by not only managed a hustle, but also keeping up with Misty. Then horror struck, and Misty’s eyes widened, but she continued to move forward. Wyndell was aghast at the sudden appearance of an arrow in Misty’s thigh, but was unable to do anything but watch and hope that none else would strike. With aching slowness, the ragtag group clambered across the boarding ramp. At long last the three of them that were on their feet stumbled across the threshold, and Wyndell slammed the emergency seal button as they did. With the last of the arrows clinking against the sealed hatch, Wyndell knelt next to where the two women had collapsed. A quick glance at Caroline revealed the disturbing sight of blackened and empty eye sockets, but there was no bleeding. Misty on the other hand appeared to be in trouble. In addition to the two arrows that he had seen before, there was third one that had gone clean through her backpack, and into her back. Wyndell could only imagine the pain the poor girl was in. Leaning down to Misty’s head, he propped her face up with a hand. Her eyelids were wide, but she seemed to be having trouble focusing on any one thing.

“Misty? Misty, can you still walk? Can you hear me?”

Hearing the thumping of footfalls coming down the corridor Wyndell looked up to see Matthias, with a bloodied Thoft leaning on his shoulder, come into view. Grabbing the PCT for a brief moment, he tapped at it quickly, and instantly a reverse route that had brought him there appeared in his HUD. Although this one avoided ladders and tight spaces, and made use of the main elevators. With his priorities straight in his head and the arrival of backup, Wyndell picked Misty up, making sure to keep her facing down so as to not cause further damage to her back.

“Matthias, Caroline’s hurt, pretty badly. Somebody want to get her down to the medbay?”

Turning his head to speak over his shoulder as he headed out.

“You there, with big guy over your shoulder. You understand me? Huh? Well, then follow me.”

Time was of the essence. Time was always of the essence. But he wasn’t losing anyone else. He wasn’t going to lose this one. Not again.

TheOutlander
2008-05-08, 01:14 AM
Thoft- Upper AirLock

Thoft's legs burned in protest as he scaled the ladder towards the upper airlock. So much of his actions didn't make sense, even to him, here he was in the middle of the aftermath of some cataclysm that destroyed all of the human race, and he survived. Apparently he was also some sort of psychic, and they were fighting some sort of alien menace that could hardly be explained. So then, along comes a cadre of prisoners who, while they may or may not be dangerous, recieved his complete cooperation without so much as an explaination.

Thoft wanted an explaination.

The sound of arrows panging of the hull snapped him out of his reverie, and he powered his exhausted limbs onward, up the rungs of the ladder towards the upper airlock.

Then he saw them, he couldn't explain why, but they were beautiful, they were human, like him, astonishingly beautiful.

A native, not unlike the ones firing at the ship, he had a slight build and a demeanor not unlike Thoft's, something Thoft noted, not sure how.

He was carrying

A brute of a man, probably 200 pounds at least, carrying some type of automatic rifle, paralyzed from the waist down. Thoft couldn't help but notice wrinkles on the man's face that noted an abundant use of his smile. not that the man was smiling now.

Who was next to...

A woman, who, other than her burnt out eye-sockets, Thoft couldn't tell much about her, but what he knew was that she was powerful, and off-putting. She'd been through a lot, but then again, who hadn't in this reality?

Who was leaning on......

Another woman, a pair of arrows sticking out of her, had such a... vibrancy to her, like a fresh blossom after a harsh winter. she apparently knew Odysseus too, he called out to her, "Misty' he called her.


Thoft looked over at his new companions,
"To the Medbay, let's get you patched up."

The_Snark
2008-05-08, 01:41 AM
Caroline Walker- Upper Port Airlock

Something halfway between relief and exhiliaration spreads itself through Caroline's body. You did as much as you could. Everyone can make errors, and guiding intelligent beings is the most complex process imaginable, she thinks, reassuring the artificial intelligence. Her child, in a strange way; Caroline had never considered herself to have a strong maternal instinct, but she wondered whether she was feeling that now. Rationally, she wanted Brother Human alive and in good condition, because he was one of her closest allies right now, and the most knowledgeable about the situation, but she concludes there is probably something more to it. It was also natural for her to want to keep an artificial intelligence alive and well, since functional AI had been her first goal for a large part of her life—but she hadn't felt quite the same need to ensure he was happy, before she knew just how it had come about.

She didn't know what to think about that realization, but she decided to leave off pondering it until later. She was needed right now. The world slowly starts to impinge itself on her nervous system again, and she realizes what is happening. Not sight—that was still lost, though Brother Human could still recreate his image on her optic nerves. (He had never been dependent on her actual eyes at any point.) It was, in fact, almost the same awareness she had inside a computer system, and analyzing the sensations, she realizes what it is. The carrier of the PCT—Tendarri—had activated a program that displayed the inside of the ship: a map of the ship, complete with real-time displays of everyone's location. Either Brother Human, or the fragment of increased processing he'd given to the computer unit, was helping to link it directly to her nervous system.

It wasn't seeing, it was awareness. But it helped nonetheless. Misty needed help more than her now, it seemed, and Caroline kneels again and reaches out an arm to try to help her, clumsily, providing support. Difficult, because the mental display could not tell her more than Misty's location; she had to feel where her arms were by touch. No, the sensation was not true sight, even if it tapped into some of the same nerves to help her comprehend it more easily; but it had its advantages. It was awareness. She could "see" what was behind her as easily as what was in front. As well as any other part of the display; she is aware of the walls, but they are not actually a barrier to her. She takes a moment to note the location, name, and vital signs of those on board.

Two—in the medical bay. One injured and unconscious but stable; one conscious. Lydia and Giovanni Fiori.
Two—approaching this airlock. Conway and... who?
One—at the lower airlock. Oscar Erickson.
Tendarri. Us.

That is all of us, and more. Who are the others, Brother Human? She felt relief that they hadn't lost any more while they were away from her.

Wyndell is next to them at this point, and she guesses he is helping Misty up. Or perhaps picking her up; hard to tell. Caroline stands on her own, slowly and carefully. Millenia of instinct tell her to move slowly and carefully while she can't see, instincts too strong for her to disobey before. Now, armed with the conscious knowledge that she did, in fact, know where the walls, floor, and obstacles were, she tries to fight those instincts down. It is partly successful; she still feels as though moving fast would be pushing her luck. The parts of her mind that governed movement and balance were not directly linked to the electronic portion of her brain, and that meant her body couldn't quite rely on the electronic awareness, not in the same way it would have on sight. She would have to enforce conscious control.

"I can walk on my own," she says in response to Wyndell, and is proud that her voice is relatively calm. "Misty and Raul are poisoned. Something on the arrows." Pity she didn't know what. Brother Human might, though, which would be useful while they were being treated.

She begins to walk towards the medical bay (for she was aware of where that was, as aware of it as she was of the room around her), in measured, steady paces, keeping the knowledge of where the walls were fixed firmly in her mind. It helped to make up for not being able to see them, a little bit.

Mordokai
2008-05-08, 05:53 PM
Misty Reviere - Upper Port Airlock

From the looks of it, Janks was taking the poison effects worse then she was, which surprised Misty. One would thought that with a build like his, he would get over it with much more ease. But that was the beauty of poisons. They were so unpredicatbale, if one so wished. But this was hardly the time to ponder on topic. Luckily for Janks, a native that had come running after them seemed like he wanted to help them. Despite Janks trying to bash him with his rifle, the native didn't show any hostile intention towards them. After Janks went down, he even pciked him up and carried him after them. No small feat by any measure, considering this WAS Janks in question. Misty made a mental note to herself to check this later on. When the situation wouldn't be life threating, for example.

Still trying to help Caroline, Misty is surprised at the persistance with which Caroline keeps up. One would expect that having your eyes literally blown up would impede you significantly more. Yet, from the looks of it, Caroline isn't all that impeded by the loss of her eyes. She even makes it known that she wants Misty to move further, faster. She doesn't say anything, but it's obvious from her body language. Knowing that they are now close to their salvation, Misty does her best to help Caroline, while at the same time not impending her even more.

That's when another volley of arrows fly through the air and once again a pain raises, as Misty's left thigh is punctured by another arrow. This, combined with arrow lodged in her lower back makes already dire situation even worse. Stuttering on her legs, she stops for a few seconds and almost lets go of Caroline. Looking up at a ship which is so close and yet so far away, she sees somebody emerging from the doors.

WYNDELL!

New energy flowing over her aching body, she picks herself up and quickly makes the last few feet that separate her from ship and Wyndell. As he helps her and Caroline into the ship, Misty hears that Janks and their native... friend also made into the ship. With that, Wyndell pushes some button and the doors shut up, closing the way to the arrows.

Once inside the ship, things become much more stable. Finally able to breath slowly, Misty leans on her healthy shoulder, but it doesn't take long before Wyndell comes to her. Proping her head with his hand, she finds she has troubles focusing her vision. It would appear poison is really starting to kick in. Hearing Caroline talking about her and Janks poisoning, she says to no one in particular:

"It's true we could use some help, with poison and other wounds." Looking over to Caroline, she continues: "But Caroline seems to be in much bigger need. I'm pretty sure me and Janks could spare a few more minutes." When a new man arrives to the scene, one she never saw before and tells them to get to Medbay Misty only nods. It would probably truly be for the best.

Inspectre
2008-05-09, 12:04 AM
Matthias Conway

Matthias frowns at Giovanni's warning, but doesn't say anything for the moment. There would be time to question him later, assuming they all survived until later. The idea that this strange man could see into his past, and even implant memories of his own, was deeply troubling however. Then again, Matthis was a man whose primary reaction to the hand that fate dealt him was to wage a one-man campaign of terror across the spacelanes for several decades, so what did that say about him?

Ignoring Giovanni's warnings for the moment, Matthis allowed the strange newcomer to their little circle to lean on him as they hurried to the upper port airlock. The last thing they needed was more of those undead things running around, or any of the once-friendly natives, who apparently had gone mad in the interm. Finally arriving at their destination, Matthias was shocked to find Caroline, Misty, Janks, a strange native, and even Wyndell waiting for them.

"My friends, it's good to see you all again!" Matthias exclaimed, having already filed them under the "soon to be dead or never to be seen again" category. His smile falters as his mind takes in the actual sight before him and what it means. "God! What the hell happened to you people!?" Matthias asked, abandoning the strange man's side to go running forward to join them.

"Janks man, you look like you've been through a war. Guess they thought your head was in your ass as usual." Matthias said, forcing a weak smile onto his face at his poor joke, and his expression quickly returned to its concerned frown in the face of this serious situation.

Gesturing at the native, Matthias asked, "I assume since he's in here and not out there, he's not going to try to kill us?" Hearing that the arrow wounds of Janks and Misty were apparently poisoned, Matthias shakes his head.

"Yeah okay, let's get you all down to the Medbay pronto - lots of nice drugs there, you'll all feel much better shortly. Hmmm . . . if the arrows are poisoned, do you think we should remove them right now? I don't think Misty or Janks can use any more of that crap floating through their bloodstream. Hey friend, do you feel strong enough to help Wyndell carry Misty? No offense, but I don't think you're quite as spry as our new native friend here. I'll take care of Caroline, the rest of you hurry down to the Med Bay.""

Turning to face Caroline, Matthias winced as he finally got a close-up look at the damage. He didn't really know what to say about such a horrifying injury, and no real jokes, even poor ones, came to mind. Instead he simply moves to walk along beside Caroline, keeping one eye on her in case she began to trip and stumble - she was doing amazingly well moving down the corridor without aid despite being utterly blind. "I'm right here beside you, Caroline. You might not need my help but I"m going to be right here all the same until we get down to the Med Bay. We can go as slowly as you need, but I'd recommend haste so we can treat your . . . injury, before infection and the like set in. Just let me know if you need my hand or shoulder to lean on, if you become woozy."

Suddenly, an old song from even long before Matthias's time came to mind, a song that despite making Matthias feel guilty for thinking of it was damningly appropriate for this situation. "Take all the time you need, Iron Woman. I'm right here." Quietly, Matthias began whistling the old rock tune, "Iron Man", as the two of them moved down the corridor after the others towards the Med Bay.

banjo1985
2008-05-09, 04:40 AM
Saul Umati

Saul stood his ground as the dizzy outlander took a clumsy swing in his direction. On of the effects of the poison was the numbing of neural pathways and synapses, causing the victim to lose track of friend and foe, what was real and what wasn't. The man fell to the floor, he would be at the mercy of the zealots if Saul didn't do something.

Thinking nothing of the mans bulk, Saul lifted the dead weigfht easily in a firemans carry, shifting the light weight until he felt able to run properly. He noted one of the female outlanders looking at him strangely, and wondered at her questioning glance. Wasn't this the normal level of strength a human was capable of, if not slightly below? Saul had always been slight and lean of frame, unable to lift the weight some of the other tribespeople were able to with their larger builds.

"Whadda hell! Le' go of me"

The man wasn't quite unconcious...still, he would be more of a burden if he became agitated in this confused state. Saul summoned up his best knowledge of outlander language, and a consoling voice that felt unnatural even to him.

"You have been poisoned outlander. Be calm, will get you safe and cure poison."

Saul looked up at the huge mass of metal that he and the outlanders had been heading towards. What an amazing sight it was! Was this truely an object capable of leaving Gaia and travelling the worlds outside? Could it possibly be that-

No time to think about that now. The zealots fired arrows towards the small knot of outlanders and himslef with better and better accuracy, it was too dangerous to tarry here. Saul began to hustle, breaking into a run when he was sure the burly outlander was not going to try to get out of his secure grip. The female outlanders were also making good progress, seeming to take the numbing poison better than the male on his own shoulder. Even another arrow in the one womans thigh was not enough to stop her. The other female looked in trouble, not least due to her eyes being absent from their sockets. The outcast shaked away a revolted shiver, and hurried on.

Saul looked up, noting a new outlander standing at the entrance to the huge metal object that seemed to be the outlanders goal. The female next to him shouted to the man, saying a word Saul had never before encountered...maybe the mans name?

The female outlanders reached the man first, heading straight inside, and Saul followed them, summoning up more of his shaky knowledge of their language.

"It numbing natural venom, very dangerous. I have some antidote ingredients here."

The outcast points to his pack, beginning to be visibly nervous at this close a contact with so many of the fabled outlanders he had always wished to see, let alone meet.

"I-I....I Saul, no harm to you. Want to help with injuries. Female with no eyes...she need help first. I help remove arrows and venom. I hunter, know how to treat these injuries."

Saul follows the other new outlanders directions, mainly guided by the female outlander, still holding out against the powerful venom on the arrows. He was impressed despite himself, so many arrows should have been even to take down a Xanth. Heading into the fantastically named 'Medbay', Saul does his best to ignore all the amazing and new thinsg around him and concentrate on the job at hand. Pulling pieces of leaf, vine and animal from his small pouch, he begins to work them into an antidotal paste, then turns to the two injures outlanders, the man having been placed on one of the strange metal beds.

"Injured, both of you. Will you let me help?"

Pwenet
2008-05-09, 03:39 PM
Narration #13 – Reunions!


Chasing the Second Star – Upper Port Airlock
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationWalking calmly and slowly, you instincts scream at you to stop, to stagger like a fool with your arms outstretched hunting for the invisible walls that were about to sneak up on you and smash into you oblivion. The instincts though were obsolete for while you were perceiving reality as if you were outside your body in many ways, it was enough to guide you around the corridors and others.

The others rush away from you, moving quickly with a purpose to save the others, yet one stayed behind. Details flashed around him and you identify him at Matthias Conway. There are odd anomalies around him, something with his body, yet you do not have a degree in the medical arts and cannot comprehend what the anomalies are. Yet you can clearly hear him offering support if needed, which you do not you find. The instinct still are screaming at you to accept the help yet you find the more you move about on your own, the easier it is to follow the mental map of the ship.

Far ahead you can detect that the others have reached the medical bay. Your mind notes that Lydia has awoken a little earlier, and more anomalies appear around her. Not willing to risk running yet you take your time and thus you and Matthias are the last ones to enter. Turning your head you SEE all that is happening around you.

Yet Brother Human is still strangely silent.

Please feel free to reach the narrations for everyone else in here and act as you will.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow penetrating buttocks
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationYou slip into the peaceful slumber of drug induced unconsciousness, leaving your fate up to the others.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow penetrating left shoulder – Left Arm is paralyzed
Arrow penetrating lower back – Tingling feeling in your legs and feet
Arrow penetrating left upper thigh
Effects of Poison Kicking in – Difficulty Breathing – Heart Slowing Down - Blindness
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationReunited with the rest of the survivors from Hope Killer you relax for a moment. Despite your bravado you feel your chest starting to tighten, and breathing is becoming more and more of a challenge. Pain starts to ripple through your chest and you can’t help but groan in agony, your right hand moving to clutch your chest before it falls limply to your side. Then Wyndell picks you up and nausea rips through you and it is all you can do to keep your stomach contents down.

Color starts to fade, turning everything into an eerie mesh of black and whites and you struggle to breath. You realize that the poison has truly started to kick in now and the sheer numbers of arrows means that the effects have been amplified. Your heart is obviously affected along with your lungs. What else is happening you have no clue for your mind starts to wander as you glide through the air supported by Wyndell.

You can’t even feel the arrow wounds anymore which is another bad sign for even with your vision going black and white you can see them moving within your flesh, grinding and tearing at the skin as they move about. Your head falls limply down as darkness swallows you whole.

Pain rips through you as you awaken. Blinking you find yourself resting on what looks to be a blood covered bed, laying facedown on it. Strange mechanical noises radiate from above you as the others converse their words starting to blend together.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationFollowing the others you bear the weight of the large man easily. The others enter a chamber within the mass of metal and you see two others in there as well. They look up in shock as everyone enters the small room which rapidly becomes cramped with all the bodies. The female with the numerous arrows sticking out of her is moved to a blood-stained bed that is the largest one in the room. Seeing the other beds you put the large man on one of them, resting him facedown so not to make his injuries even worse.

Pulling out the ingredients for the anti-dote you notice the one female eyes are widening, yet not focusing properly, with one becoming larger than the other. The man has apparently passed out as well and you shake your head. The poison used has various effects depending on the dosage and the person. For most simple numbness that spreads throughout the body and causes the body to stiffen making it easy for the prey to be captured. Others pass out from the effects but are none the worse for the wear afterwards. Others will lose track of friend and foe as well as they fade away into a deep sleep. But in large quantities the poison can cause the heart to stop.

Flipping the eyelids open on the large man you see that his eyes are the same and not bloodshot. His breathing and pulse are regular as well, so he is in no danger once he awakens. Turning towards the female you see a startling sight. From the ceiling vines of metal hover over her with lights flashing and strange sounds emerging from the various pieces of equipment in the room you are in.

Having been working on the ingredients you have enough of a dose to most likely completely treat the large man, though he would probably be fine on his own, or to help aid the female though the dosage you have might only be a stopgap until more ingredients can be acquired.

Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationHolding Misty up in your arms you make your way to the medical bay, rushing to get Misty to safety. Her attempts at speaking to you, trying to assure you she is fine fails completely considering the four arrows sticking out of her. Compared to Caroline who seems to be able to walk through the ship without running into walls or Janks who only has a single arrow in his rump, she is clearly the worse off.

Behind you the native easily follows you carrying the heavy weight of Janks with ease on his shoulders. You were already getting winded from carry just the light frame of Misty, yet the native despite being in better shape that you is not even breathing hard. Probably some kind of genetic engineering of evolution took place to make the natives stronger than the original Mark 1 human being.

The trip to the medical bay is quick and uneventful, thought along the way Misty falls out. Considering she is not screaming out in pain your best guess would most likely be that it is the poison that it getting to her.

The one newcomer who keeps calling you Odysseus sprints ahead of you and opens the hatch and you jump in. Quickly looking over the scene you find that Lydia has woken up and is moving around and that Giovanni has found his way in here. With the bed clear of people you quickly set Misty on the surgical bay, still covered with the blood from Lydia.

The scanner activates and starts scanning. The display on the surgical bed lights up and a detailed diagram appears of Misty, showing her body in stark detail including the four arrows sticking through her. The arrows through her leg and shoulder apparently penetrated flesh and muscle but missed the bone and major blood vessels. The one that went into her back however penetrated an organ, but looks like between her backpack and the placement of the arrow it has not moved to shred the organ.

An IV unit deploys next to the bed and IV’s hand ready to be inserted into her. Lines of text appear filled with medical jargon most of which goes over your head, though there are many options being listed. Starting with the two arrows that are not driven into organs you watch as a surgical laser moves down from the ceiling. More messages flash indicate that this needs to be a manual operation based on the delicate nature of the patient.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationEscorting Caroline you eventually can guess that despite her horrifying injury she is still more than capable of walking around a unknown ship without ramming into walls. In fact if it was not for her slow steady pace, and more importantly the lack of eyes you would swear she could see.

The others race ahead, which makes sense for the others seem to be in much worse condition that Caroline. Whistling the archaic song as you escort Caroline you notice that the bulkheads were still in decent shape. They had a worn look to them but nothing falling apart. Same with the lighting, everything seemed to be working on the ship, but it had the feeling of age to it. Granted this is just a simple corridor to the medical bay, you have not yet seen anything that would really matter, like the engines for example.

Finally the two of you make it to the medical bay and you see that Lydia is already up and about though looking a little tired. Misty is now using the surgical bed while Janks is resting in one of the side beds, apparently passed out. Wyndell is working the medical controls and the native is working with various things he had in a pouch, making some kind of paste.

Yet for now there is no sign of danger surprisingly considering all that has happened.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationSeeing the others with various wounds, you decide that the best course of action will be to guide them to the medical bay. Those that are aiding them do their jobs well, and far too quickly you open up the hatch so that they can enter.

As the two wounded by the arrows pass the itching behind your skull fades away, as if they are not really there to you. Yet you can see them, see the woman move in a semi-conscious state and the large one breathing deeply in a slumber. Yet they are invisible to your third eye.

Another pair enters, the cold one and one just as cold and logical. Yet despite the horrific wounds where her eyes used to be she walks with a calm grace, not reaching out with her arms struggling to feel where she is suppose to go.

The others move quickly to get the wounded treated, leaving you to stand there to assist as best as you can.

Chasing the Second Star – Lower Port Airlock
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationYou are standing next to the airlock on the ship not being attacked by anything at the moment. Refer to previous narrations for further details.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationFloating in a comfortable dream-like haze your mind starts to tingle. Something has changed causing an itch in the back of your skull. It would be so nice to stay within the comfortable haze yet part of you insists on waking up. Swimming up towards the bright light of consciousness you feel the weight of your body as it settles around you.

Blinking open your eyes you find yourself laying on a bed looking up at a variety of medical tools set in the ceiling. The steady beeps and other telltale noises inform you that you are in some kind of medical facility. The bed is very comfortable in fact, so comfortable that you could just go right back to sleep if you wished to, yet you feel it within your bones that maybe it would be a bit better to stay awake for now.

Focusing on the rest of the chamber your vision is no longer doubled or blurred, and your head is pain free. Off at the other end of the chamber is Giovanni who is huddled over a terminal. He looks a bit more the worse for wear, his clothes torn even more and his throat an ugly purple color, as if someone had tried to choke the life out of him. Whatever caused that failed for he is still alive and poking away at a nearby terminal apparently looking for something.

Standing up you have a few moments of peace before the tingling sensation in the back of your skull becomes a shooting pain.

”They Come….”

The hatch opens and the rest of the survivors from the Hope Killer pile into the chamber. You watch them in a haze.
Wyndell with glasses rushing Misty to your surgical bed.

A native carrying the bulk of Janks with easy.

Caroline with burned empty sockets instead of eyes.

Your head starts to split with pain, and you have a strong urge to ease the pain. Looking around you see what is a cabinet clearly marked as being used for medicines. Within it would be drugs that would ease the pain, dull it and let you be free from it for a little while.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationLeaning over to check on Lydia you see a display that is displaying her vital signs. Most of it is nonsense to you however the beeps are in a steady rhythm and no alarms are going off so apparently she is stable. The bandage on her head is fresh and clean with no blood leaking through it. Her eyes move under her eyelids as if she is dreaming, and tiny beads of sweat start appearing on her head before she sighs contently and completely relaxes.

Since she is okay for now you go over to a nearby terminal and sit down on a stool-like seat and start researching about your throat. Since you can still breath and are not coughing up blood or feeling too much pain the information you find suggests that you take some painkillers and give it time and to drink plenty of fluids. The program is even helpful enough to direct you to which cabinet and vials contain the painkillers that would be the best for you.

Hearing the sounds of movement you turn to look back at Lydia and see that she has woken up and he starting to look around, though her face looks distant and tired, yet utterly relaxed. She picks herself up off the bed and walks towards you when her eyes take on a distant look.

”They Come…”

Before you can ask the hatch to the medical bay opens and the others rush in. Moving quickly you see Misty being carried by Wyndell with several arrows sticking out of her. A native carrying the large form of Janks who is apparently unconscious. Caroline walking into the chamber with poise and only a slight stagger, her eyes reduced to two burnt empty sockets.

Wyndell quickly places Misty on the surgical bed vacated by Lydia and starts working at the terminal while the others hover over the others, leaving you there to do what you can to help.

ForzaFiori
2008-05-09, 05:43 PM
Giovanni Fiori

As Giovanni stands to get his meds and some fluids, the door opens, and in rushes the rest of the gang, most worse for wear. While the arrows coming out of Misty and Raul seem rather painful, the empty, burned out eyes of Caroline make him slightly queezy. Holy Hell! What happened? he exclaims, to no one in particular, before moving out of everyone's way. Reaching the cabinet, He opens it up, and grabs out the recommended medicine. As he turns, he sees a tired looking Lydia coming towards him. Hey, You need something outta here? You look beat, sit down and i'll grab it for you. He says, pulling out a nearby chair for her to sit in. Wyndell, should Lydia be having any more meds? Whats safe to give to her?

tgva8889
2008-05-12, 12:43 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - The Medical Bay

Lydia feels something tugging at her. Part of her recognizes it, the rational part, but the rest of her body can't react fast enough. Her mind pulls harder, and she feels her face fly out of the blue cloud, fly past it all into something else entirely...

Lydia wakes up. Still tired enough to go back to sleep, the tugging in her mind pulls her farther. The first thing she notices is her location. Clearly, she is in a sort of medical area for dealing with injuries. Her conscious mind is a bit foggy, however, and she fails to remember exactly where she was hurt. Blood comes to her memory for a moment as she moves to stand on her own two feet.

Turning around to examine the whole room, Lydia realizes that her vision is returning to somewhat normal. I still don't have any glasses... The thought crosses her mind for only a moment. She sees a blurry shape that resembles Giovanni, but she says nothing for the moment. Her observation of his wounds determines that he isn't in much better condition than she is. However, lack of medical experience and the small tugging continuing in her brain drags her away from him for a moment.

Something changes. Lydia screams as the pain returns to the back of her head. The rational part of her mind remembers the head wound, but the conscious part only screams in pain, asking for the blue cloud again, hoping to be free of pain once again.

(OOC: Don't read spoiler. It's here because I wrote it and don't feel like deleting it.)
"They Come..."

The voice rings in her mind for only a moment. Her rationality tries to pull these words into her memory, but her conscious mind rejects it. It does not relieve her of pain, so the conscious part does not accept it.

People Lydia recognizes come in. Rational memories rise to the surface as she recalls them. Wyndell and Misty, the latter of whom seems injured in some way as she is rushed to the medical table Lydia was lying on moments ago. Next, she notices a native man carrying Janks. However, she does not recognize this native man from any point before.

Then she sees Caroline. Her eyes...gone. Burned out. The rational mind brimmed with sadness, but the conscious mind could care less. In fact, it only became more insane as this sadness amplified the horrible pain. Lydia couldn't think straight. She had to get rid of the pain...she had to stop the feeling for only a moment. Only a moment, she told herself. Her rational mind knew she was lying, but there was nothing it could do. I need to ease the pain. It's so hard to do anything...it hurts, so much...I need to...need to be rid of it.

Pain continued to rip holes in her body. Lydia grabbed her head and screamed again, this time with everyone in the room. Her rational mind quickly tries to fight back, trying to claw its way back into dominance. She begins talking, unsure of what she's saying as both the conscious and rational minds begin fighting for supremacy. "It hurts...need relief...can't...no...don't...the pain...no...endure...stop...can't...pain...I...God ..." Her conscious mind notices a medicine cabinet. Unable to gain control, her rational mind can only watch as Lydia moves for the cabinet, grasping at its doors in an attempt to open it and find the one thing that would soothe the pain.

She ignores all of Giovanni's words, reaching through the cabinet, panting, screaming words her conscious mind can't hear, but that she knows are meant to keep the others away from her while she searches for her savior.

Stop! STOP! STOP IT, DAMN YOU! STOP! STOP! STOP! Her rational mind tries to control, tries to stop this addiction, this terrible power. But it is powerless...having not had to fight the war for so long, Lydia can't help but succumb once again as she reaches through the cabinet and grabs the pills. She recognizes the label and quickly opens the bottle and downs four pills. Her rational mind knows that's four times as many as she's supposed to take. Her conscious mind only feels pain.

Mersical was all there was to the conscious mind. Mersical and pain. Lydia's rational mind stood no chance as she felt her throat swallow and the pills begin their slow process of numbing both the pain and her mind in a blue cloud, a blue cloud of pure happiness.

Mordokai
2008-05-13, 03:55 PM
Misty Reviere - Upper Port Airlock

Her breath becoming shorther and shorther, Misty grasps her chest with her functional arm. But before long, what little strenght she has, leaves her and her arms falls down by her side. Lucky for her that Wyndell is there to support her, or she would probably fall down. when he picks her up, she feels like she could move on herself again, because she doesn't want to dissapoint him by thinking she is weak. Speaking in short, ragged breaths, she tries to convey to him that she doesn't need his help.

"I'm... I'm fine Wyndell. Really... I am."

But the truth is, she is anything BUT fine. As the colors start fading from her vision, she herself can realise that. Trying not to show any sign of discomfort, she fails pretty much in every aspect of this endeavor. As her eyes no longer project any pictures in her brains, she starts breathing faster once again. The combination of poison, exhaustion and wounds she suffered prove too much for her to handle and the darkness takes her.

....

Waking up, the pain is still there. Laying on a blood covered bed, she tries to look around, trying to assess the situation at hand. Trying to move her hands doesn't seem to produce any result. Hearing strange noises above her, she lets out a small voice, hopping somebody will hear her and come to explain to her what's happening.

FireSpark
2008-05-13, 06:36 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - On board Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Wyndell rushed as gingerly as he could into the medbay. The fact that Giovanni was now in the room and that Lydia was now up and about was noted, but quickly pushed aside. The only thing that jumped to the front of his thoughts was that the surgical bed was now clear. Setting Misty down carefully, making sure to turn her head to a comfortable position, Wyndell then rushes around to the beds terminal and monitoring display. The terminal’s screen was now much clearer to his focused eyes, and Wyndell’s hands flew across the system’s command inputs as a man possessed. Foregoing the medical proficient options, Wyndell instructed the machine to begin auto-diagnosis. In addition, he informed the diagnosing program that the patient had received large amounts of an unknown poison.

Immediately, metallic arms extended from the area above the bed, holding everything from syringes to scanners to IV packs. A long and thin syringe that was also connected to one of the clear pouches of liquid, descended alongside Misty’s uninjured arm just as the computer alerted Wyndell that is was administering a saline IV. A notification chirp pulled his eyes to a section of display that wanted confirmation to administer an epinephrine/atropine injection. Glancing over at a display of Misty’s basic vitals he saw that that her respiration and heart rate were sporadic at beast, and assuming the machine wouldn’t suggest it without reason, Wyndell punched in a confirmation and the computer responded immediately.

An arm dropped from the ceiling to hover just above Misty’s right thigh, on its end was a cylindrical construct that appeared to hold a number of tubes around its exterior. The cylinder rotated quickly, stopped suddenly, and then one of the tubes flipped out and revealed itself to actually be an injector. The arm darted down into Misty’s thigh with a quick hiss of air, and then retracted once more. The cylinder spun up again, before stopping and repeating the process with a second injector. Once completed, the arm retracted into the ceiling. Somewhere in the medbay he heard Giovanni’s voice, and those of others as well, but he was too focused to really understand. He had a single purpose right now. Not losing another one. Especially not this one. Wyndell’s attention was returned to the terminal’s screen, as yet another chirp sounded.

The terminal had shoved the display of Misty’s vitals off to one side, and replaced it with a basic representation of a human form, along with indicators for the arrows that currently penetrated Misty’s form. It also indicated that the arrows would need to be removed before repair to the surrounding tissue could be completed. No frap. Then the screen flashed quickly to zoom in on the arrow in her back, and red pulsing text began scrolling out, stating that internal organs had been pierced and risking perforation if the arrow wasn’t removed quickly. To provide emphasis to the importance and delicacy of the situation’s nature, a small drawer slid open to one side of the terminal. Inside Wyndell could see a number of instruments within, obviously surgical tools. And apparently the drawer’s surface was backlit, as the area beneath one of the tools suddenly glowed a pale white. Picking the instrument up Wyndell was able to identify it as a laser based device, logically a laser scalpel of sorts. Much more refined and sophisticated than most of the laser tools he’d worked with as an engineer, but still a fairly familiar implement. And unfortunately, he knew all too well what he was going to have to do.

Reaching back into the drawer, Wyndell pulled out two sanitary gloves, before closing the drawer. Punching in one last command, Wyndell instructed the auto-injectors to ready a dose of local anesthetic, but not to administer it just yet. Walking around the terminal, Wyndell pulled the gloves on and made sure they were good and snug. No slipping allowed. Coming to Misty’s side, Wyndell checked to make sure the laser was powered and proceeded to slice at the straps of the backpack Misty was currently wearing. In a calm and low voice, Wyndell spoke to Misty, not really sure if any of it was getting through.

“Misty, if you can hear me, I want you to just relax. Don’t try to speak, don’t try to move. Just stay awake okay.”

Starting with the top portion of the first strap he turned the laser to one of its higher settings, since the material was undoubtedly tougher than flesh, and switched it on to begin cutting. As he worked he continued speaking to Misty.

“I’m going to be straight forward with you Misty, you’ve got three more arrows in you than a healthy person should have. And while I’m no surgeon, I’ve performed my fair share of delicate procedures. Operations that required millimeter precision. So you just relax, and these things will be out before you know it.”

Moving to the bottom portion of the first strap, Wyndell tried to hurry his pace, but not too much. As he slowly singed through the fabric, Wyndell raised his voice to be heard over the rising din that seemed have come about.

“Matthias, I’m going to need your help over here in a second. Specifically, your hands. Giovanni, you too, maybe.”

Wyndell circled the bed to continue on with the other strap of the backpack on the other side. He moved carefully, but as quickly as he dared to. Time is of the essence. Hang on Misty.

ForzaFiori
2008-05-13, 06:53 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Giovanni watches Lydia, sensing something is wrong, but figures it is just the painkillers. He's right, but not in the way he assumed. Before he can think on it to much, he is called over by Wyndell. he hurries to the table, wincing as he sees the scalpel in Wyndell's hand. What can i do to help? he asks, before turning and checking the various monitors to see if any would shed some light on the query.

Inspectre
2008-05-13, 09:59 PM
Entering the medical bay, Matthias can see that treatment has already begun on Janks and Misty; Misty recieving the majority of the treatment since her wounds were more serious. Perhaps not as obviously horrific than Caroline's, but then again the arrows didn't appear so horrific because they did their damage internally: penetrate the skin and then shred organs and muscle, allowing the poison smeared onto its surface to dissolve into the bloodstream.

Since Caroline appeared able to fend for herself, at least for the moment, Matthias abandoned her to focus on Misty. "Caroline, we're in the medical bay. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll be over helping Wyndell with Misty."

Walking over to join Wyndell by the surgical bed as it began to inject a variety of drugs into Misty's bloodstream at Wyndell's command, Matthias frown as he caught a glimpse of the diagonsis screen: not good. "How can I help?" He asked, moving aside as Wyndell began using a laser scapel to cut away the backpack and patch of clothing around the arrow wound in Misty's back: apparently the most serious of the three arrows currently sticking out of her body.

TheOutlander
2008-05-14, 02:38 PM
Thoft- Medical bay


As he got back into the med bay, the individuals began fading from his mind, each of them seeming more like ghosts than people. As he slowed his steps, so seemed reality, color began draining from his eyes. what used to be vibrant and beautiful colors of orange became the faded vestments of the sea of prisoners, what used to be the seacolored wonder of green became the dull LED screens, everything was normal, but everything was wrong.

Thoft looked at the object he still held in his hand, and felt himself getting lost in the silence of his mind.

It never even occurred to him to ask himself what he could use it for.

something snapped within him, perhaps instinct, perhaps some sort of training. find a familiar face

Thoft turned to his companion, Matthias, he beleived he was called, and handed him the arrow, perhaps there was a poison analyzer in this place, but it wasn't something Thoft knew, and nothing he could think of right now.

Looking at everyone inside the medbay, Thoft backed into the wall, his sweating back welcoming the cool metal bulkhead, and he slid down the wall, curling his knees towards his chest and laying his head on them.

as he closed his eyes, he heard screaming.
Looking up, he saw her, Lydia, take the pain induced plunge down the way of addiction.
If only he had the energy to think straight, he'd say... something, but all he wanted was rest. Rest and the hope that this was all just a dream.

FireSpark
2008-05-14, 04:04 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - On board Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Wyndell glanced up as he finished with the last section of strap, to see Matthias approaching the table. Nodding to acknowledge the man’s presence, Wyndell proceeds to remove as much of Misty’s jumpsuit that may interfere with the removal of the arrows. Unfortunately, there is little he can do about her back for the moment. Straightening from his last cut, Wyndell circles back to the implement drawer once more, and promptly pulls out a pair of gloves and tosses them underhanded to Matthias, incurring a puzzled look.

“No need to risk anything else getting into her wounds. And besides, some of that poison may have smeared externally, and the last thing we need is more people falling out.”

Bending over to examine the tools in the drawer, Wyndell rifles through them, picking some up and then dropping them back. Finally he grabs a few tools from the device drawer , and then comes back to the table where Matthias is waiting and moves to the opposite side.

“Okay, friend. Here’s the deal. I’m no surgeon, but I’m a damn fine engineer. And unless I’m mistaken, you’re probably no stranger to the very fine and delicate details of wiring a powered FTL core. Right now, I’d only trust the hands of another engineer to help me on this one.”

Nodding once more, Wyndell reaches up and switches on a small flood light above the table, bathing Misty in a bright incandescent glow. Bending towards the backpack, Wyndell begins to point out and gesture his plan as he explained it to Matthias.

“Very gently, you and I are going to lift the backpack up, but only a hair. All these other arrows seem to be barbed, and so there’s no reason to doubt that this one has them too. Basically, I just need enough room to get this beam at the shaft of the arrow, as well as this.”

Holding up what appears to be some sort of very long clamping device, Wyndell wiggles it a bit for emphasis.

“I have no idea what it’s called, but I’m going to grab the lower portion of the shaft to make sure it doesn’t slide in after I shear it off. Then I give you the word, and you lift the pack clear. After that, it’s on to phase two.”

Looking down at Misty’s prone form, Wyndell pops a knuckle or town in his right hand before looking back up to meet Matthias’s gaze.

“Right. Any questions? Suggestions?”

The_Snark
2008-05-14, 06:10 PM
Caroline Walker- Medbay

The concern had been almost irritating, at first; reassuring, but irritating. She could walk, after all, and was in better shape than either of the others for the moment. Her ey—the wounds—hurt, true, a throbbing pain that wasn't sharp enough to be called stinging but was too acute to be properly termed an ache, but drawing attention to that certainly would not help her. She supposed the wounds must be visually shocking, which probably had something to do with it.

Fortunately, the others seemed to realize the same thing, ignoring Misty's feeble protests and taking her and Janks on ahead to the medbay. Only Conway stayed to guide her, and he at least seemed to realize that she didn't want to have to be carried. Her sight was not going to come back, and the sooner she got used to it, the better.

And she did feel more used to it in the hallways, keeping herself carefully centered in the middle of the hall. That had even given her the sense that this wasn't all that bad, that it could have been worse.

The medbay taught her otherwise; it was crowded. She makes her way to an out-of-the-way bed and carefully sits, giving Matthias a quiet, "Thank you," as he leaves. Perhaps his presence really had been reassuring her, because now she was having difficulty. She hadn't ever really realized how intertwined the senses were—a voice would enter the ear, and the eye would instinctively search for the source and locate it, reaffirming the direction the sound was coming from. Caroline could still tell approximately where everybody was; but that sense was not linked to her hearing, her smell, her sense of touch, in the way that her eyes had been. She had to concentrate to try to filter out the voices—and it was hard. There were a lot of them—broken English she thought was probably the native who'd followed them, something incoherent that sounded like Lydia's voice, which she couldn't make out, Wyndell's voice speaking to somebody about how to treat Misty, a quiet rasp she couldn't place at all, clanking metal and people shifting and other noises blending into the bustle. Bustle—that was the word for it; none of it was even especially loud, but it felt like she was in the middle of a huge crowd with her eyes closed. Disorienting for one who couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. She wondered if the blind ever got over that.

With a faint sigh, she leans back and lies herself down across the bed. It didn't matter to her senses; she was as aware of the floor under her as the ceiling above her. She tried to ignore what they were actually saying for now, concentrating on the people so that she could separate out the voices. Wyndell, Matthias and Giovanni were clustered around Misty, which meant they were probably taking out the arrows. Lydia, the native, and the other unknown person were scattered around the room; the unknown was apparently sitting on the floor. It was a strange thing, this vision; she could "see" where people were, could tell their names (if the computer had them available) and their vital signs. What she couldn't tell was what they were doing; the signals were only vaguely human-shaped, and she was fairly certain after she'd tried to help Misty up that they were not kept up to date with the person's actual movements. She could tell if someone was next to her, but not if they were holding out a hand to her. Whatever systems the computer was using to display this—and it was a measure of Caroline's fatigue that she didn't immediately check this—apparently hadn't needed to give every person's exact position in real-time.

Brother Human... are you there? she tries. Not because she needed guidance—she could tell her organic mind needed a few minutes, maybe longer, to recover from the shock of the last half-hour or so. She simply needed someone to talk to, to relieve her mind from dwelling on this.

But he was still silent, which sends a pang of worry through her. She hadn't been able to sense his presence before, until he showed himself, but she tries now, attempting to tell if he was still contained within her circuits or the PCT. The worry grew, and she reminds herself that there was nothing she could do right now, that she had to take a few minutes to rest first. She sits up again, listening to the others to try to distract herself. Brother Human?

ForzaFiori
2008-05-14, 07:07 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Seeing that Matthias and Wydell have Misty pretty much under control, Giovanni steps back and looks around to see what else he can do. Janks was out cold on another bed, and from the look of things was fine for now. Caroline was just putting her head down on yet another of the many beds in the area. Giovanni walks over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. Caroline, its Giovanni. Is there anything i can get for you or help you with? I saw you come in, and while i'm sure you can get around fine...well, its the understatement of the year but it looks like you've been through a bunch. So if there's anything i can do, just call out, alright? He gently squeezes her shoulder in a reassuring way, and then goes and sits down off to the side.

Inspectre
2008-05-15, 11:28 PM
Although Matthias gives a puzzled look at Wyndell as he tosses him a set of gloves, he nods at the man's explanation. "So we're doing this ourselves, we're not going to have the computer try to remove the arrows with some laser?"

As he slips the gloves on over his hands, pulling until the rubber is tight against the tips of his fingers, he smiles reassuringly. "I know that there are always things that seem better done by hand than letting some machine doing it. These hands have soldered more than one delicate set of wiring - they're yours to command. Oh, one moment!"

Turning to face the by-now familiar crewman, Matthias gingerly takes the arrow from him, gripping it gently a few inches down from the arrowhead as he turns back to the medical table. "Think we can have the computer run a medical scanner over this while we work, try to figure out if its got an antidote to the poison?"

Letting Wyndell deal with the computer part of the issue, Matthias quickly moves to a nearby scanner and sets the arrow down underneath it, hoping that a machine built for scanning flesh would be just as effective at analyzing something made of stone, wood, and poisonous plants.

Returning, he tugs on his gloves one last time, and nods at Wyndell. "Ready when you are."

ubersquid
2008-05-16, 05:07 AM
Janks - Slumberland

Opening his eyes for a brief moment, Janks sees metal struts and walls floating by in a haze. He can also hear people talking, damp and unintelligible. Darkness surrounds his mind again, until a stinging pain in his but-cheek, pretty much the same as when the arrow entered it, wakes him up again.

back home and ready to wake up with the next dm :smallbiggrin:

banjo1985
2008-05-16, 06:34 AM
Saul Umati - Medical Bay

Saul watches the arms and outlanders swarm around the female, completely taken aback by the strange technology doing it's work. He had insufficient antidote to deal with her wounds, but the large unconcious outlander....him he could help. Saul turned to the prone giant of a man, mashing the various roots and venoms together that would provide the antidote to the arrows poison. Yes, the arrow was in an uncomfortable place, and a meaty area, so the muscle relaxant was probably playing merry hell with his torso. But it was well away from any vital organs, there was no doubt that he would be okay with a little treatment.

"Think we can have the computer run a medical scanner over this while we work, try to figure out if its got an antidote to the poison?"

Saul turned and saw one of the outlanders, apparently called Matthias, setting one of the arrows from the female down onto a strange sheet of metal. Smearing one finger into the paste now almost fully mixed in his hand, Saul holds it out to the man.

"This antidote. Not enough for both. You need sample?"

But Matthias seemed ready to help with the female some more, it would probably be sensible not to disturb him. Saul wiped his finger onto the stranmge metal sheet with the arrow on it, leaving a sample of the antidote about the size of a small pebble.

"It there when need it."

Saul turned to the sleeping outlander then, the texture of the paste slightly gritty in his palm. Yes, that seemed about enough, just the right consistency to start treatment. The arrow had indeed pierced deep into the mans flesh, but the wound looked clean and open. Saul gripped the arrows shaft just above the arrowhead and pulled gently, nodding as the arrow slipped smoothly out of the mans posterior, still dripping with green venom. The man seemed to be gained conciousness again, he'd heard a definite groan when he removed the arrow.

"Shhh, you okay. Here antidote....it very cold."

Saul put the hand full of antidote onto the area of wounded flesh, making sure as much of the paste as possible went inside the wound. It would soon permeate through the bloodstream and muscle, purging the outlanders system of the poison. The mixture was almost ice cold, a strange side effect of mixing the assorted leaves, roots and animal extracts in such a way. Saul massaged the remaining paste into the mans rump, not a bit embarressed, he'd done the same to man and woman alike amongst several tribes, neccessary in the brutal tribal lifestyles the people of Gaia seemed to force upon themselves.

Finally it was done. Saul stepped away, wiping the last residue of the antidote from his hand. He watched the outlander with interest, looking for any signs of life.

"You be fine now outlander. Hope your friend is same."

Pwenet
2008-05-18, 11:03 AM
Narration #14 – Prelude to the Next Clue


Chasing the Second Star – Lower Port Airlock
Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationYou are standing next to the airlock on the ship not being attacked by anything at the moment. Refer to previous narrations for further details.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationGrabbing the container filled with Mersical you quickly open it and take four of them at once. As the drugs hit your system you feel blessed relief wash over you like a spring-time rain shower, cleansing you. Then your system fights back, already having processed a prescription strength dose of the medication and now getting hit with another dose it is too much. Your stomach empties its contents violently and your hands start to shake as your dry-heave once again. The world starts to spin around you as you fall to the ground and your mind wanders.

Something is strong, so terribly wrong. Twisted and abused to the breaking point, the fractures glowing like a dying star. Incredible pressure has built up and you gasp for breath in a ocean of possibilities. Release will happen soon, restarting the cycle of pain and sorrow.

An overwhelming sense of dread fills you and you get the strong feeling that something that humans are not suppose to experience is about to happen.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationSitting down by the side after talking to Caroline you observe the actions of the others. It seems that the surgery is starting to go well to treat Misty. It appears that the native has treated Janks well enough that he is starting to regain consciousness and control over his body.

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationReaching out towards Brother Human at first there is nothing.

BRACE YOURSELF! IT IS HAPPENING AGAIN!

An icy finger touches your spine. Your “vision” twists and warps and you can see dim echoes of other humans wandering the halls. Their information warbles and rests just outside of making sense of them. They overlap and run into each other.

Turning your head you see yourself sitting on the next bed, one arm wrapped in a sling while the stump of the other is wrapped in a blood soaked pressure bandage. You see her clearly through your blindness as if your phantom eyes were restored and only she is visible. Lying on the surgical bed you see yourself laying on the table, screaming out in pain as you struggle to hold your stomach shut while vague outlines of forms work over you, yet you also “see” Misty laying on the bed being worked on.

The Caroline with the missing arm turns to look at the dying Caroline on the table as another Caroline runs through the closed doors with a native with his mouth open in a scream jumps after her and the tip of a blade emerges from her chest. Clutching the dagger it is ripped violently out and she falls to the ground as the native fades away.

FOCUS ON THE NOW! FOCUS!

Reality snaps back to place, and you find yourself restored to your “original” vision. Shaking your head you see that the surgery is proceeding at the other end of the chamber.

Reality is fighting back, struggling against to forces of insanity. You just got a taste of it, an echo due to your unique nature. Warn the others if you can, it will affect them soon and you once again. Realities that have been, could have been, should have been merging for an instant as forces beyond our comprehension fight a losing battle caused by a moment of love.

You get the sense that Brother Human is compacting himself, trying to protect himself from something that is about to happen.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow penetrating left shoulder – Left Arm is paralyzed
Arrow penetrating lower back – Tingling feeling in your legs and feet
Arrow penetrating left upper thigh
Effects of Poison Kicking in – Difficulty Breathing – Heart Slowing Down - Blindness
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationAs you awaken you feel sensations over your body. Tugging and twisting you think there should be pain but there is an only a numbing feeling throughout your body. Looking over across the medical bay you feel pieces being removed. Looking across the door you see walking through it Wyndell being supported by you. He is sweating profusely and it clutching his throat with a blood soaked bandage. You look intact through your clothes are soaked with his blood. The two of you stumble and fall as you scramble for supplies. Shifting through them you keep looking at Wyndell as he tries to whisper something at you, but then his hand holding his throat falls limply, revealing a ragged large wound with the blood vessels, muscles and windpipe clearly visible.

Another Misty walks through the two of them smiling and looking happy. A speck of gold can be seen on her ring finger as she smiles happily at someone off in a distance.

Another Misty is carried away by vague shadows of figures on a stretcher, her pale skin specked with a small amount of blood from the corner of her mouth.

More Mistys, some with various changes like clothing, hair tattoos and injuries wander through your line of vision. Then they all vanish with a blink of your eyes and the pain of the surgery starts to course through your body and you gasp out in pain and shock.

Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationWith Matthias help, he gently lifts up the backpack enough for you to get the laser scalpel underneath it and cut the arrow in half after clamping it off to prevent it from going back in. The smell of burning smoke assaults your senses and the arrow splits. Matthias pulls away the backpack and you get your first clear look at the wound.

The entry point is a jagged mess. The barbed end of the arrow apparently splintered and warped as it punched through the armored backpack. Checking the scanner you see that the arrow has penetrated into Misty kidney, and up till now has been held in place. Thanks the clamps you placed around the arrow it is still being held in place, though it is not nearly as stable as it used to be.

You notice that Matthias is working on the analysis of the antidote provided by the native and the arrow given to you. He seems to have that end under control so you take a look at Misty.

Looking into Misty eyes you notice that they have widen and are unfocused, as if she is seeing something that is not there, possibly hallucinating. She then gasps for air.

Then alarms start to go off and readouts indicate that Misty blood pressure is starting to drop exponentially. Checking the scanners you see that her movement has moved the arrow, causing more damage to her kidney.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAiding Wyndell you take the job of a lifter as you pull the backpack away from Misty, taking a moment to check the arrow that is still stuck in there. It seems to have been able to have punched through the armored shell.

Setting the backpack aside you take a look at the sample scanner where the intact arrow and sample of antidote are being scanned. The antidote sample is quickly done and the system indicates that it is in the process of synthesizing it. As for the poison the results come back. It appears to be an organic compound that causes paralysis of the target area. It also shares similar properties to the controlled substance dust, which has been known to grant telephahic abilities to non-psychics, along with a dose of insanity most of the time.

You then hear Misty gasp for breath and alarms start to go off. Checking them you see that her blood pressure is dropping fast and her body temperature is starting to rise. Readouts indicate that toxins are starting to build up in her system.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationWorn down by the recent events you collapse along a wall, barely able to keep your eyes open. You are dimly aware of the events going on in the room, and your mind starts to wander while your stomach starts to twitch in your stomach.

Your look to the left and see a dim echo, less than a shadow that has your face rush past, clad in a uniform that stirs memories with a sword on your back. The image fades away as you hear Misty gasps out loud and alarms going off that rip into your brain.

Like an explosive charge set on a door your memories explode from the hidden recesses of your brain and into your consciousness. Awareness fills you as you remember who you are, what you are, and what you can do! However you still have no clue why you are even on this ship.

As the memories start to settle in your mind the unease feeling that something is terribly wrong and will only get worse stays with you.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationAfter giving the sample of the antidote to the others you make your way back to the large man with the rest of the antidote. Looking at the arrow you start working on removing it. The barbed end pulls and tears at the flesh and the man awakens, screaming in agony yet you continue for the arrow MUST come out. Finally with a powerful tug you pull the arrow and several large bits of flesh out of the large man. Blood starts spurting from the wound and the man starts to struggle but you easily hold him down. Moving quickly you place the antidote within the wound and watch as the bleeding slows. A nice advantage that the antidote has is that part of it will help the blood clot. Now a good bandage and some rest and he should be as good as new, assuming he has the same metabolism like you.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationYour first peaceful slumber since this crazy magical ride of chaos started is rudely interrupted by the pain receptors in your buttocks screaming bloody murder at you because large bits of flesh are being ripped out. Your limbs are mostly unresponsive as you start to struggle however someone is holding you down. With a final ripping sound the pain ebbs off and is replaced by a icy coolness. In fact the pain completely vanishes. Turning you see the arrow that just got removed from its home in your rear, specifically the barbed end with several large bits and pieces of flesh that decorate it that most likely were your original property.

The icy coolness starts to spread throughout your body and you feel better as your body starts to fall back under your control once again. You are confident that you would be able to get back up and see what is going on.

ubersquid
2008-05-20, 05:17 AM
Janks - Chasing the Second Star / Medical Bay

Janks groans as his vision finally starts to focus again. He rubs his head, then his buttocks, feeling a bandage and a painful sensation underneath. Moaning and cursing to himself, he tries to crawl off the bed and get his feet on the ground to stand up.

"F****** bastards hit me in the butt..."

As he looks around, he realizes that he is in some sort of medical bay, and using logic and reason for once, he figures out that it should be the one of the ship he was running towards just moments before. Recognizing many of the former prisoners and the native whom he tried to hit before, he doesn't say anything for now and watches them with tired eyes.

TheOutlander
2008-05-20, 11:46 PM
Thoft- Medical bay


As Thoft rested his head to his knees, merciful sleep satiated his growling stomach and tortured muscles. His mind began to wander, unlocking pieces of his mind, and showing him a horrid reality.

He saw a mouth, it spoke to him in an almost despising tone.
“You are not Dane Thoftsten, you are not the software developer, nor are you the writer you think you are. You’re a weapon. There is no heaven or hell for you, as there is no afterlife for the bullet of a rifle. You’re expensive, but ultimately expendable. You’ve been trained to interrogate, heal, steal, and kill using only your mind.”
Thoft looked at a black armour-clad version of himself.
“I understand” He replied, a confident smirk aligning his face.
“Who do you call master?”
“Solar Paradox Industries, and all commanding personnel associated.”
“What do you do?”
“What ever is in the company's best interest.”
“Do you have morals?”
“The profit margin is my only guide.”
“You are a Masterpiece, dismissed.”

Thoft remembered that there was blood, but his mind mercifully did not recall it. What kind of monster was he when he was, whenever that was?

Thoft saw himself, bathed in flames, smiling wickedly around flaming corpses.

The scene changed again, A familiar man also in a black uniform spoke to Thoft.
“You’re out of control.”
“You’re one to talk, Odysseus.” He replied, Wyendall’s features slowly filling in the details of the other armour-clad man.
“Collateral damage is part of war.”
“Collateral damage is one thing, but meaningful terrorism is quite another.”
“Is this about the hospital thing? You survived BECAUSE of that! Because of me!”
“I got a second chance then, I learned that I’m not worth the lives of two hundred civilians. We war over capital gains, let our swords pierce only the hearts of our enemies.”
“Its war, dammit, we don’t sugar coat it. It’s blood, and death, and pain, its what we do best.”
“You are choosing your own destruction.”
“So now you’re all wise like the Odysseus of lore?”
“I just know when you’re out of line. Stop caring that Achillies can beat you, because the ostentatious way you’ve been lately has cost the Cabal a hell of a lot.”
Thoft noticed his hand balling into a fist, and Odysseuses’ irises widening as well.
“Don’t do this.” Odysseus warned Thoft.
“Too late.” The crackle of the surrounding air denoted their power, each little spark a testament to their power.
The ensuing battle of wills could only be described as epic to the trained eye, both stood perfectly still, each twitch of movement, another barrier broken. A good 15 minutes of staring finally broke Odysseus
Odysseus crumpled to the floor. “I was lucky, I had a second chance, some will never get the opportunity to change.”
“E-coli should be heading to your liver right now, enjoy a painful seven minutes.”
“God have mercy on your soul.” The dying Odysseus said.
“I’m only a weapon, I have no soul.”
The emergency medical technicians flooded his dream, and he felt a great sense of loss.


Thoft jumped out of his dream, falling to the floor, and bringing reality back into his mind. “Odysseus!”

He turned to Wyendall, and feeling his pain, he spoke to himself. “Sometimes we do get a second chance.”

He knew who he wasn’t, but who was he? The monster or the saint?

The_Snark
2008-05-21, 02:43 AM
Caroline Walker

"Giovanni?" she questioned, turning her head towards him out of sheer habit. "What happened to your voice?"

And then everything changed; she went rigid, trying to keep herself from "looking" about at the mirror images. Things that might have been, Brother Human told her.

Caroline was, and had always been, an empiricist. There'd been a popular theory for a while that there were an infinite number of universes, each one representing a different pattern of choices; a new one was created every time an atom went one way or another. Popular, but not terribly so among scientists, for two reasons. Firstly, the atom's "choice" was an illusion; the atom's path had been governed by outside factors from start to finish. In some ways, the same was true of everything, if you accepted that humans were nothing more than a conglomeration of electric impulses. That wasn't something most humans really believed; they had a hard time accepting that those impulses could be self-aware, that they really could form the little space behind the eyes where thoughts lived. Caroline, naturally, did believe this; it had been her goal three millenia ago to create a new system of impulses, and of course the mechanical additions to her mind gave her a broader perspective on such things. The second difficulty with the parallel-universe theory was that she dealt in absolutes; these alternate universes were utter speculation, without the merest shred of evidence to back them up—no more than a philosopher could present physical evidence of good and evil.

Caroline would have been perfectly happy to have lived her entire life without seeing evidence of that theory. Unfortunately, it seemed that might not be possible anymore.

"Everybody," she said, calmly but projecting her voice across the room. She stands, to make sure she's capturing everyone's attention. "Something is coming. It would take a long time to explain fully, but it's something to do with what Misty, Raul and I found when we were cut off. It will be disorienting and possibly dangerous; Wyndell, Matthias, try to make sure Misty is stable as fast as possible. You might not get as much time as you'd like." She'd discovered another limitation of blindness: she couldn't see their faces. She couldn't see what they thought at all; whether they were worried, or skeptical, or thought she was simply delusional from the shock. Truthfully, she might have considered that last possibility herself... except for Brother Human's testimony, and for the fact that the plastic and silicon part of her mind was affected just as much.

FireSpark
2008-05-21, 09:24 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Wyndell only had a moment to gape at Misty’s horrendous wound, then suddenly she gasps and the surgical bed’s blared to life. Glancing at the readouts Wyndell saw that Misty’s blood pressure was dropping dangerously fast, and the computer was flashing something in red regarding her kidney.

“Damn. Damn it! Oh no you don’t! Matthias! Punch up for some plasma, now. And better make it a double dose! And get ready to set the computer to automatic, for a critical recovery repair.”

Setting the laser scalpel down on Misty’s back, Wyndell reached to the table side and picked up the final instrument he had picked. It seemed fairly similar to the clamps that he was already using. Two long stems ending in flat pads set at an angle, except instead of pinching when squeezed, these spread apart. Quickly placing the instrument over the wound, Wyndell kept the spreader closed as he lower it down into the surface of the wound. Once the pads were in, he very slowly spread the wound open just enough to see the top of the arrow’s mangled head. Wyndell could hear speech around him, specifically Caroline’s voice, but he was much too busy and focused on Misty to do much more than notice that it was her voice. Locking the spreader in the chosen position, Wyndell grabbed up the scalpel once more. With a thought, Wyndell calls out into the bustling medbay.

“Giovanni, somebody, anybody. I could probably use some help with keeping Misty still.”

Setting the laser scalpel to a more reasonable setting for human flesh, Wyndell prepared to begin, with a last grimace that he directed towards Misty’s head.

“I’m sorry dear, but I’m afraid that this is probably going to hurt. A lot.”

And with that, he leans in to begin freeing up muscle and tissue that has become caught on the arrowhead.

ForzaFiori
2008-05-22, 05:33 AM
Giovanni Fiori

Giovanni turns to answer Caroline, stopping as he hears Wyndell. Its a slight story, so I'm afraid i'll have to tell you in just a bit. I'll be fine though, dont worry. he says hurriedly as he turns and heads to the operating table that misty laid upon. What do I do Wyndell?

tgva8889
2008-05-24, 10:13 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Sick Bay

Lydia feels the dream again. Her conscious mind soothes itself, now basking in the emotions that only Mersical can bring to her system. She leans her back against the counter, then slides down until she is sitting on the ground staring into space, her mind completely out of it.

She notices that no one has noticed anything wrong about her; they're all focused on that other one. The name Misty came to mind for a few moments. Yelling fills the air for a few moments as fog piles into Lydia's mind. Lydia felt her mind thinking about something, but it felt so far away. Then part of her mind gave her an idea. And her conscious mind approved of it. Clearly he needs Mersical. Clearly they all need Mersical. They should be allowed to experience this, too... Standing up to reach the cabinet, Lydia begins to grab more bottles of the drug.

Then Lydia felt a bit queasy. Her rational mind had had enough of this fake emotion and decided now was time to fight back. Without any chance to respond, Lydia feels her stomach contents, however feeble they seemed to be, fly up her esophagus and back up to her pharynx, at which point her gag reflex forced open her mouth and propelled the material onto the ground. Dropping the bottles as she did so, Lydia felt her body still battling with her conscious mind. With traces of Mersical still within her stomach and deteriorating fast, her rational mind forced another release, this one with much less contents but still not removing all of the poison cure. Looking at her hands, Lydia realizes that she can't stop them from shaking. Grabbing the edge of the counter, stars fill the room as Lydia feels her legs let out from under her and her head spins in an infinite loop of unconsciousness.

****

The dream is not drug-induced. Lydia knows this because there is no cloud, no notion of any peaceful emotion. In fact, she can sense that something is wrong, so terribly wrong. Twisted and abused to the breaking point, the fractures glowing like a dying star. Lydia feels as though an incredible pressure has built up. She gasps for breath in a ocean of possibilities. Release will happen soon, she knows, restarting the cycle of pain and sorrow. Lydia felt prepared for doom to arise now. Now more than ever.

But that dream was not hers. She could sense it, far away, but she knew it was not her own. Something was coming, she could feel it. In her unconsciousness, she could feel that the terror was rising, and it would arrive.

ubersquid
2008-05-25, 08:04 AM
Janks - Chasing the Second Star / Medical Bay

Looking around and watching the others, Janks is certainly interrupted by Misty's painful screams.

He pushes himself away from the table he was lying on just before and tries to walk a few steps. The wound stil hurts but at least there is no nurse around to tell him that he would need rest. He could surely handle the pain.

Someone must have removed his rifle from his hands when they where putting him up on the operating table, because it was leaning against the wall across of him now. Picking it up, the empty ammo cartridge now completely slides out and falls to the ground. Janks sighs and remembers. Taking a stroll through the medbay, he opens a few drawers and cupboards and rummages through the contents heedlessly. Comming to the conclusion that one rarely stores ammo in a medbay, he walks up to the front door, leans against the frame and looks outside. With the rifle halfheartedly raised, he watches the hallway for the thing Caroline was talking about and ponders where one would store ammo on such a ship.

"A little bit more information would be quite helpful there luv. I mean I have seen that thing, at least I think I have seen it... But I still don't know where i need to plunge my fist into it to get it to f*** off."

Pwenet
2008-05-25, 08:34 AM
Narration #15 – Delicate Operations

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationTrapped within an nightmare screaming at you things no human should have screamed at them it simple crashes through your mind. Curling and hiding within yourself it is all too quickly that the semi-conscious state you are within snaps.

You would blink in shock if you could except that you have no eyes yet you see all. You would scream out except you have no lips, no mouth, no throat or lungs. You mind is clear, cleared than it ever has been in your life. No trace of the happy glow is around you nor do you desire it. Looking down towards your body you see it laying on the ground, looking worn, tired and abused. The others are frozen in moments of time, Wyndell reaching into Misty with tools of healing, Caroline staring off into her own private world, Janks pushing himself up off the bed and a stranger glowing with power of the mind struggling to pull a shattered soul together.

Racing out you see that the ship you are in is empty, devoid of other life except for two. One of them is a native, with detailed facial tattoos and wielding blades that sing as they dance through the air guided by a ball of darkness that glows to normal eyes. The other is a man of luck who dodges and tries to attack back but is bound by fate when a knife twists and slashes and sprays crimson across the bulkhead. Yet the man luck holds and the wound is not instantly fatal.

Moving to finish the grim tasks the native stops and looks at YOU with eyes filled with blood. Twisting his head at you he sprints away down a corridor as his form wavers and vanishes to you. As for the man he has not given up his fight and pulls himself up. He stumbles down the various corridors guided by memories that rush through his mind in the moments of his death. Stumbling, wavers and even falling you find yourself unable to pull away from the grim scene of human determination. He then approaches a hatch and opens it up and stumbles into the Medical Bay.

Seeing your body lying on the ground you feel yourself weighted down and drawn back into your shell.

Opening you eyes you gasp for breath as the weight of the cravings, the desires, the pains and suffering washes over you and pulls you down. Looking over you see the one newcomer who’s journey of pain you walked alongside waver, and is caught by Janks.

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationSpeaking out the warning towards the others your sense reach out and you sense movement. One of the final survivors apparently judging by the information flashing around his shape standing by an airlock that you can see is sealed shut, along with all the other airlocks on the ship.

Sealed against them you are…..

Yet the shape by the airlock starts to move, rapidly shifting in place and then against the nearby bulkheads. The vitals spike and then it starts to wander eccentrically through the corridors of the ship. In fact it seems at times it is lying on the ground yet moving. You orientate yourself and find that it is approaching the medical bay. The glow that surrounds it is weakening and various indicators light up around the figure representing its vital signs, which is erratic and weakening as you watch.

Before a warning can be given out the hatch opens and the figure enters. The vague shape seems to be clutching its throat and the smell of fresh blood hits your nose. Choking and wheezing sounds come from the figure as it falls and is caught by a large shape that you recognize as being Janks who you dimly were aware of speaking to you very recently.

One of my children is here, guiding a flesh slave whose mind has been twisted and torn by drugs and conditioning. They are hidden to ME!

Reaching out a vague part of himself out of the shell he created you can sense the shock and surprise radiating out from Brother Human.

”Realities twist and turn in these troubled times, the universe in a cycle of artificial rebirth. Mortals like you have it easy, yet for creatures of the electron It is much much worse, for all is revealed to us. Curse the Ancient ones, curse them for their intelligence and pride.”

Retreating back Into his shell Brother Human leaves you as the dying man on the ground of the medical bay struggles against death.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationThe pain from your wound is bad, especially without any bio-foam or stitches in it however you don’t feel any blood leaking from it and the antidote seems to be helping in keeping the pain at manageable levels. Having retrieved the rifle and unable to locate any ammunition in the chamber you make your way to the hatchway. As you ask Caroline for more details about what is about to happen the hatch opens and a human stumbles in. Catching his reflexively you see he is clad in a ship uniform like the other person in this chamber. That uniform is torn and stained with blood, which seems to be coming from a gaping wound in his throat that the man is trying to hold together but is failing indicated by the blood that is now starting to leak onto your clothing.

Getting a close look at the wound it appears to have been caused by some kind of a slashing weapon. While you may not have a degree in the medical arts you did go through dozens of first aid courses in your jobs, and it almost looks like that whatever caused this wound nicked the artery, hence all the blood. The man is doing the correct thing which is direct pressure, but judging by his pale and sweaty flesh it seems that time is running short for this guy unless something is done quickly.

Thankfully is his not to heavy and you are easily able to support him and you can guide him to whatever destination is needed however your wound screams in pain at the pressures being placed on your body, yet you can take the pain so far.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow penetrating left shoulder – Left Arm is paralyzed
Arrow penetrating lower back – Tingling feeling in your legs and feet
Arrow penetrating left upper thigh
Effects of Poison Kicking in – Difficulty Breathing – Heart Slowing Down - Blindness
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
2 Ancient Spheres of Knowledge – Devices from the era you now find yourself in, they seem to be a compact childlike AI and power source of incredible power, all in a device that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand. They appear to have a hive-mind mentality and can extend what can best be described at liquid metal connections that adjust to interface with anything that they come in contact with.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationWords wash over you however they are soon replaced with a burning pain that seems to come within you. You struggle to escape from the pain but strong arms hold you in place as the smell of your own flesh burning strikes your nose.

Part of you wants to scream out in pain, another agrees and you are starting to lean towards that route as cold metal is placed within you and more burning races through your body. The pain continues to race through you, and your eyes wander to see a man being held by Janks whose throat is spilling gallons of blood onto the deck, flooding it with the sticky substance. Part of you realizes you are hallucinating and another does not care with dozens of parts voicing their opinions as to this matter.

Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationReaching into the wound you activate the laser scalpel and start clearing away the muscle and tissue caught in the arrow. The smell of burning flesh assaults your nose attempting to trigger reactions build into humanity via millennia of evolution. Misty again attempts to move however between Giovanni and Matthias she is kept still enough to allow you to continue to work.

Digging around some you carefully snip off muscle and tissue. Thanks to the nature of the laser it cauterizes the flesh it touches preventing it from bleeding. After several long and painstaking minutes that you zone out the events of the outside world you have mostly freed the arrow from its prison of flesh. Yet this only gives you a view of a greater horror.

The tip of the arrow, probably less than half an inch has penetrated an organ that according to the readouts is her kidney. As you watch various fluids are leaking from it including blood. Now that the surrounding muscle tissue has been removed that was helping to support the arrow it is a lot less steady, and only your quick actions in using a series of clamps keeps it in place.

Yet now you have to decide what to do to finish this operation.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationMaking your way to the surgical table you see Wyndell pick up a common laser scalpel and reaches into the wound. The smell of burning flesh hits your nose and Misty starts to move in pain, but remembering the words from Wyndell you grab her by the shoulders while Matthias supports his middle, keeping her in place as Wyndell works on her with a grim look to his face.

Hearing the hatch open you turn to look and see another figure enter the chamber, the one that helped save you from the crewmembers earlier. Your throat twinges in sympathy pain as you see him clutching his throat, however unlike yours his is leaking crimson blood through the fingers. His pale and sweaty face looks back with eyes that have lost focus and he starts to fall but is caught by Janks.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationRacing to obey Wyndell you quickly check the IV that has been placed in Misty arms and hit various controls on the terminal. Indicators referring to various medical terminology flash by indicating that your request has been submitted and is being processed. The liquid within the IV tube changes to a darker red color as fresh plasma is injected into Misty.

As this happens Wyndell starts to lean in over the vicious wound and starts working with a laser scalpel. Both you and Giovanni grab her to help hold her down as the smell of burning flesh assaults you nose. As she struggles you hear the hatch open and a figure comes stumbling in.

One of the original crewmembers of this ship, he stumbles into the medical bay his flesh pale and sweaty, clutching his throat with blood seeping through the fingers leaving a trail of crimson on the deck. He manages to take several staggering steps before he is caught by Janks.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationAs your memories start to sort themselves the hatch to the medical bay opens. Turning to look you see Oscar stumble in followed by a vague wisp in the air that is pulled away when you blink. Oscar is clutching his pale and sweaty throat as crimson blood seeps in-between his fingers. Stumbling into the medical bay he is caught by Janks who is able to easily hold up the wounded form of Oscar.

Memories of similar injuries run through your mind, many of them having been caused by you but it might give you some clue what to do to try to save this man assuming it is already not too late.

Looking at him various gears within your head turn and you get the taste that the memories of why you are on this ship are almost there, almost within reach of being remembered but with a wave of pain in your head they run away once again.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationOut Until June 2nd

ubersquid
2008-05-25, 09:02 AM
Janks - Chasing the Second Star / Medical Bay

Janks pulls the wounded man over to the second operating table and drags him onto it. His face twitches in disgust as the mans eyes stare at him, crying for help and his heart pumps another wave of the blood that's left through the wound.

"Yeah yeah, it's gonna be alright"

Janks puts up an annoyed look as he doesn't have the faintest idea what to do, and holding hands with dying people is certainly not his best ability and interest.

"Wyndell, hope you're done there soon, I brought another shipment for you to patch up."

Looking back at the man he notices something unusual, something he had just seen moments before. Turning around his eyes suddenly stop at Thoft. Of course! The uniform... These two where no prisoners from the Hope Killer, but still, they didn't look like natives either.

Janks was puzzled, talking to himself.

"Wait a second... who are you people?"

Inspectre
2008-05-27, 12:11 AM
Matthias Conway

Waiting until Wyndell has managed to remove the shaft from the arrowhead, Matthias carefully lifts the backpack off. Once visibly clear of Misty, Matthias hurriedly drops it onto the floor and kicks it out of the way underneath the operating table. Turning back to Wyndell for the next step, Matthias frowns as the computer screens turn serious and annoying alarms start beeping. Apparently they were nowhere near out of the woods yet.

Nodding wordlessly at Wyndell's next set of directions, Matthias hurries back over to the control panel, hunting for and inputting the commands necessary to direct the computer to inject two units of plasma into Misty, which would hopefully help to stabilize her for a bit longer. This was nothing like injecting bio-foam into a gaping wound - although the control screens were familiar to Matthias, the commands and terminology used were completely foreign.

Matthias was used to putting ships back together, not people damnit, but he was starting to think with the way things were going he was going to have to do plenty more of both before the end of this. Why did things always seem to proceed along at a piddling pace, and then every single thing that could go to Hell went all at once?

Finally, he pounds out the last few command prompts, and an injector arm swings down to jab a needle into Misty's left shoulder to deliver the requested two units of plasma. Having dimly heard Caroline's warning that even more bad stuff was about to occur, and more or less having no reason to doubt her intuition, Matthias remains at the control console for a minute more, hastily inputting more commands.

Although he wasn't sure he managed to get the sequence of commands entirely right, given his haste, Matthias attempts to direct the computer to set a ten minute countdown, at the end of which the computer was to attempt to deal with Misty's other two arrow wounds. If actual safe removal of the arrowheads and stabilizing the wounds was impossible, the computer was to at least ensure that Misty wouldn't bleed out from her other two less-serious wounds while everyone was drooling comatose on the floor, or whatever. Hoping he gave sufficient instruction to the frequently untrustworthy computer, Matthias dashes out from around the control console back over to the medical bed.

"Set the computer to deal with Misty's other wounds in ten minutes if we get knocked out, or whatever." Matthias grunts as he places both hands firmly over Misty's shoulder blades and presses down, leaning forward at times to put as much of his weight as necessary down to ensure Misty didn't move while Wyndell was blasting around inside her with a laser scapel - she definately didn't need any more holes. "Giovanni, grab her legs. She needs to be as still as possible for this."

For awhile, the work seems to be going quickly and well as Wyndell makes the necessary incisions, but as usual things continue to spiral down out of control. As Wyndell momentarily pauses in contemplation, presumably considering how best to finish removing the arrowhead, the doors to the medical bay slide open. Thankfully, it's not a war party of natives armed with a lovely set of arrows, but it's almost as bad: a man wearing the uniform of a Chasing the Second Star crewman and bearing clear evidence that he had also had a recent bloody run-in with the natives.

As Janks catches the man, Matthias fails to suppress a slight maniacal cackle before gesturing with his head. "Put him over there where you were lying a minute ago Janks. The Doctor will be around shortly." Turning back to Wyndell while still trying to keep downward pressure on Misty's back, Matthias hisses at him. "I know this isn't the best time, Wyndell. But hurry. The **** is going to finish hitting the fan here quickly, and we need to at least try and get that other fellow patched up."

Looking around for another set of hands to help Janks, and drawn by Janks' own question about the identity of the dying man he was now holding, Matthias's eyes settle on the still-relatively uninjured crewman (Thoft). He had seemed helpful before, but now was slumped over in one corner of the room, apparently deep in thought. Emergence from cryo-stasis had a tendency to be disorienting, particularly the first several times, although the man had not shown signs of it previously. But then again, the crewman had already proven quite strange. In any case, with everything falling apart all at once, and Matthias and Wyndell having only two sets of hands between them, it was time to call upon him for aid again.

"You! Crewman! Stop staring and help your fellow crewman! He's going to DIE if you don't get up right now and help Janks over there drag him over to the medical bed."

Turning back to Janks, Matthias added, "Janks! Once you've got him on the bed, grab a can of bio-foam from the supply drawer over there and spray some on the wound. Hopefully it'll harden and form at least a temporary patch until we can get to him!"

ForzaFiori
2008-05-27, 05:44 AM
Giovanni holds tight to Misty's legs, keeping her still as Wyndell cuts the arrow out. As he thought about where he was, and what he was doing, his mind went back, once again, to what he had done to get here.

He walked into a wal-mart down the street from where he had lived for the years since the end of the war. He said a greeting to the man handing out buggies, declining to take one, stooping instead to grab a handbasket. He then walked back to the medical section. He had gotten a rather nasty slice on the arm, and was looking for some gauze first. He found it quickly, knowing the store nearly by heart. Placing the gauze into the basket, he walked back to the food area, picking up the various things he planned on eating for a day or two into the basket. He turned to walk to the counter, when he remembered his money status. Money had been tight for a while, but yesterday it had run out. Not that the little bit he had left would have been enough, but still. As he turned to put the stuff back, the door passed through his field of vision, oh so close. Giovanni pauses, considering, before taking a deep breath and sprinting for the door. As he leaves the door, the sirens come on, and within three steps, Giovanni is tackled by a guard from inside the building. He's cuffed and brought in....

As he glanced down and saw the nearby gauze, stuff that was almost everywhere hear, Giovanni bursts into laughter. Laughing for the sheer idiocy that had brought him here. As he calms down, he realizes just how long its been since he laughed. Way to long since that happened he mutters to no one in particular.

As yet another injury walks in, this one a throat cut that Giovanni can sympathize with, Giovanni realizes just why he hadn't been laughing, and that he probably wont again for a long time yet.

Mordokai
2008-05-27, 04:04 PM
Misty Reviere - Chasing the Second Star / Medical Bay

Pain. Pain, mixing with feeling of numbness that assaults every nerve, muscle and cell of her body. As if she was on fire, Misty only dimly realises what's going on with her. Like her memory was a road, of which there is a good chunk missing. On several parts.

She vaguely remembers running down the hall.

The rain is falling and she is all alone, in the middle of the forest. Where are her parents? Where is her teddy bear? How did she end up here anyway? All she remebers is running down the narrow country road and then all of a sudden, she was down this very deep hole. Darkness was all prevailent and all she could do was scream and cry. Of course, nobody could hear her.

She remembers being hit by arrows.

As the knife lifts, she sees there are small dots of red splashing all around. Cutting the bread, she managed to somehow cut her hand as well. And it is quite the cut at that. For a seven yeard old girl, a wound an inch long is certainly not something to wince at. As she starts running around she sprays even more of her blood around the kitchen. Luckily, her mother hears her screams and comes running to her help soon. After few minutes, all that remains of the wound is a niftly bandaged hand with plaster with flower pattern.

She remembers entering the Second Star, half paralyzed from poison from the arrows.

As the light of paramedics shine in her face, Misty lifts her palm to her forehead. It's almost an automatic gesture, one that seems to come naturally to car crash victims. As she feels the warm stream of her blood, her first instinct is to panic. However, quite miracously, she calms down and checks on her passanger. She doesn't seem to move. She doesn't seem to breathe. This is when the panic starts kicking in. Wanting to move next to her, to unfasten her, to feel her pulse... anything... she finds she can't move. The fact that almost a ton of crushed steel is weighting down on her legs probably isn't helping as well. Wiggling desperately, she tries to free herself, but to no avail. Hearing scream from outside the car, she ignores them completely, not knowing she is making her situation worse by a second. Suddenly, something sharp cuts her in the kidneys and she lets out a scream that could be better described as an animal scream.

That's when she realises she is in fact screaming for real. Not her good three millenia younger self, trapped in a car, but herself, pinned on an operation table, with some sort of operation tool in the close proximity of her kidney. Smelling the smell of her own burning flesh, she starts trashing herself around, but a pair of strong arms pin her down, pretty much immobilising her. That's when she hears his voice, soothing her, all the while telling her it's going to be painful. In her poison induced state, Misty still recognises Wyndell and it looks like he is attempting to fix her.

Fix would be the right word. Isn't Wyndell specialist in mechanich and computers? As such, what is he doing in her insides? But realising soon that is no time for being doubtful, she tries to make herself as comfy as possible(quite a feat, given her current accomodations), hoping that Wyndell will be able to help.

That's when she hears a sound, from which she deduces that the doors opened. Soon, from the corner of her vision, she catches a man, obviously in dire peril. From what she can see, he is having a slit throat and blood is gushing out profusely. At the current rate, he would be be dead in few minutes. Seconds maybe. Seeing Janks catching him, she hears a voice telling Wyndell that he'll need to work on him too. And pretty soon.

NO!!!

A part of her wants to go on with the bravado. A smaller part of her, the self preservation part, starts protesting at that.

I want to live! I don't want to die! Not after all this!

Mustering all the force left in her body, she tries to scream. Tries to make Wyndell stay there. Stay with her. But the poison and everything that has happened in the last 36 hours still are taking it's toll on her. So everything that comes out of her mouth is a small No.

ubersquid
2008-05-27, 05:39 PM
Janks - Chasing the Second Star / Medical Bay

Again Janks shuffles through the contents of the drawers and cupboards in the medical bay, looking for Bio-Foam this time instead of ammo, and throwing everything else on the ground even more carelessly now.

"Bio-Foam... Bio-Foam... Damnit Conway, how does that look?"

Janks pauses for a second as he notices his hands are already full of blood from the crewmen and it just now starts to get sticky. With a disgusted face he pulls open another drawer, this time ripping it off it's mounting entirely and spilling the contents on the floor. Metal clangs can be heard as a few cans with distinctive labels roll away from the pile.

"Bio-Foam!"

"AHRG! Damnit!"

Halfway bent over, Janks suddenly freezes and rubs his buttocks. Simply bending down and grabbing a can wouldn't work with that wound. In a rather comical move, Janks bends one knee while stretching the other leg away as straight as possible and somehow manages to get a hold of the can.

He hobbles back to the operating table and holds the can up to his face.

"Let's see, do I need to shake this? ... Warning! Don't use while... Bah, whatever..."

Quickly bored by the copious amount of warning labels and instructions in small letters, Janks flips away the cover and shakes the can vividly.He fully stretches out his hand and positions himself as far away from his patient as possible.

"Get that hand away so I can see where I'm aiming this stuff!"

TheOutlander
2008-05-27, 09:55 PM
Thoft- Medical bay
Staring despondently into space, Thoft felt as if he were in a dream yet again, having no say or care in helping or hindering those around him, the man with the font of blood coming out of his neck was caught by another, Thoft recognised both.

"You! Crewman! Stop staring and help your fellow crewman! He's going to DIE if you don't get up right now and help Janks over there drag him over to the medical bed."

The barked orders from Matthias snapped Thoft out of his reverie.

He recognised the wound, a horizontal slash to the corotid artery and the jugular vein, which gives the man about two minutes to live before the heart starts trying to pump blood that isn't there, which taking into account the time it took him to fall in, each second depended on his survival.

Thoft rushed to the table that held his once-comrade, keeping pressure on the wound with his left hand and looking around for IV bags with his right.
"Keep his legs up!"
Thoft ordered, knowing that each milliliter of blood could be the difference between the patient.... Oscar's, survival and his death. Gravitiy could give them just that.

Continuing to hold his hand over the man's veins, he checked each eye for dilation, hoping that Oscar was still alive in there somewhere.

"Get that hand away so I can see where I'm aiming this stuff!" the Mountain of a man said to him.
As Thoft's fingers held closed the crimson dam, dreary blood snaked around the webbing of his fingers, each drop another milisecond of the man's life, pooling into the white sheets and soaking the mattress under him. Thoft in the previous life had no issues with blood, and as precious as life was, he would continue holding this man's life in his hands, no matter how much of it was spilled.
"Once I release pressure on it, you'll have less than a second to spray it and continue to keep his chances of survival over twenty percent." Thoft replied as he readied the motion, muscles in his hands steadying as the man stretched out his hand and pointed the can of BioSpray towards the wound.
"Are you trying to mace a crane? or save a man? Dammit! Closer! and with wide streaks!" Thoft yelled at him with unmatched authority, whether it was his, or not, did not matter, saving the life of the Pilot came first.

Thoft let go of the man's neck, and pulled Oscar's hand away from his neck as quickly as his reflexes allowed, making sure he left plenty of space for the bioFoam that his companion held, feeling that time slowed as each passing milisecond counted the man's sins, hoping that he could hold out long enough for the cone of skin sealant to harden and form around both artery and jugular vein.

He turned as he let go of Oscar's blooded hand, picking up an IV, and grasping the needle with his right hand, readied it and turned it back to oscar, hoping to secure it into the man's intact jugular vein, so he could replenish the blood that he was so quickly losing.

There had been enough death.
Where once Thoft had given to death, it was now time for him to steal from it.
And steal he would.

The_Snark
2008-05-28, 03:51 AM
Caroline Walker

"Not a physical attack, Raul," she answered, eventually, picking one question that had been addressed to her out of her memory. Somebody had listened, and it seemed that the old saying held true. Once bit, twice wary. He didn't know what the thing was, but he'd seen it, and been attacked by it the first time. "A mental one. Be ready."

One of Brother Human's children, guiding a flesh slave. Dangerous. Is this him? Drugs and conditioning—a native? Should we be trying to save him or kill him? she wonders as the shape is moved onto one of the beds. The man is labelled OSCAR ERICKSON, which doesn't sound like a native name. Not to mention that the ship's security systems shouldn't know the name of a native intruder. That brought a brief second where she wondered how it knew their names; she concluded that it had either monitored their speech, or that her own link with the computer had provided it with the names of the Hope Killer's survivors. Brother Human or (more chillingly) the spheres could have found those names in her memory, she thought. Children. Not the scourge, then—the spheres. She wasn't sure how much of an improvement that was. The spheres apparently commanded the natives, but the natives had also been with the scourge when it took her sight. The spheres were mad, and maybe it was the fault of mankind's strange new enemy. Brother Human was proving even now that they could be affected; he was under stress.

She needed clarification, but he needed relief more. Rest, Brother Human. Sleep until it passes. 'Sleep' was not quite the term for it, but that was what half her mind did every night while her body slept. It resembled sleep a great deal, in fact: the system stored input, rather than processing it. There was no output until the computer 'woke up'. No processing, no computing, no activity except electronic background noise, and only enough of that to keep the system from switching off altogether. She wasn't quite sure where Brother Human resided, if he was still etched into her mind or if he had transferred all or part of herself to the shipboard computers or the PCT. If he were still with her, perhaps her organic nature might shield him. It would, if he did not extend himself outside. If he perceived it only through her eyes, and not whatever senses he possessed. But rather than try to retreat into a shell, she keeps herself alert, using her new senses to feel about the medical bay and the ship, watching. If the spheres were here, she needed to know.

The medical bay was a bustle again, but instead of feeling as if she were in the midst of a bustling crowd, she felt like she was on the edges, looking in. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was confusing. Screams, metallic sounds as people looked through the cabinets, the hiss of burning flesh, raised voices, other less identifiable sounds. Two badly injured people, and she might as well have been looking at them through thick glass walls. Really, she wouldn't have been able to help much more if she was unhurt, she reasoned; she wasn't a medical professional. She forced herself to relax, loosening her grip on the edges of the bed. Nothing she could do but wait, watch, try to ignore the throbbing coming from behind her eyes, and brace herself.

It would get worse before it got better.

FireSpark
2008-05-28, 04:54 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

The seconds seemed to stretch out into a painfully slow infinitum under Wyndell’s intense focus. Every muscle in his hands wanted to relax, to have a break from the intensity with which he was holding them steady. But Wyndell wasn’t about to relent. Though the sweat had begun to show in beads on his forehead, and his jaw ached from being clenched so taut for so long, he would not relent yet. Unblinking in his focus, he made what he anticipated to be one last cut. With a swipe of the laser scalpel, the last bit of tissue was finally free of the jagged arrow head.

Setting the scalpel down beside him, Wyndelll noted that the other crewman that had been outside had finally arrived, if in imminent danger of death. Janks caught the man as he stumbled through the door, and at Matthias’s instruction attempted to begin first aid. But his current subject was the only of any concern to him at the moment. Turning back to Misty’s open wound, Wyndell took a deep breath. Slowly, he began lifting the arrowhead clear, and then stopped suddenly. To his horror Wyndell spied that a portion of the arrow that had been out of his vision had in fact penetrated Misty’s kidney, and now thanks to his moving of the blockage, was free to begin hemorrhaging.

“F**k! F**k!f**k!F**K!”

Even in his focused state Wyndell was surprised to find such language coming from his own mouth. He liked to think that he was above such outburst, but he knew well enough that it was a subject for another time. Filing it away, he noted to give himself a good chiding at some later and less life threatening moment. Have to stop the bleeding. Biofoam? Not garunteed. Sutures? I’m in no way skilled enough. The damaged area isn’t large, maybe… Grabbing up the laser scalpel once more, Wyndell leaned further over to get a better view of the organ. Lowering the focus of the laser tool, but greatly increasing the intensity, Wyndell prayed that his guess as to the heat tolerance of tissue was close enough.

With a deft motion of his wrist Wyndell cleared Misty’s back of its intruder, and tossed it and the clamp holding it aside on the table. Not wasting anytime, he then aimed the scalpel as best he could, and then pressed the button for only the slightest moment. One second, there had been a gouge into Misty’s kidney, then a flash of light no bigger than a small coin and the smell of charred meat, and then the gouge was no more. Of course, her kidney now had a burn approximately and inch across, but it wasn’t bleeding.

Dropping the scalpel on the table, and quickly but gently removing the spreader that had been holding the wound open, Wyndell reached up and grabbed an arm that housed the surgical table’s biofoam injector. Pulling over Misty’s wound, he carefully applies the nutrient laden foam into the upper region of the wound. This done Wyndell releases the injector, which returns to its spring-loaded position, as scrambles over the main terminal, giving Matthias a slap on the back as he goes. Ripping his bloodied gloves off and tossing them aside, Wyndell sets to the terminal with renewed determination.

“Alright, Matthias. I’m starting up and auto-suture for her back wound. I’ll go help with this other guy, but you will still need to remove the other two projectiles. The one in her shoulder will be easy. Just cut it, yank it, seal it. The one in her thigh didn’t hit anything too vital, so just take your time and do as I did before and it’ll be fine.”

Slapping the execute button on the terminal, Wyndell pulled open the same drawer as before, and grabbed another pair of gloves and an entire tray of clamps and tools. As the medbay’s machines went to work quickly stitching Misty’s back, Wyndell stopped and put a hand on Matthias’s shoulder, and looked him in the eye.

“Don’t worry, you’re an engineer, you can do this. But, Matthias. As one man to another? Don’t screw this up.”

And with that, Wyndell strides over to where Thoft and Janks are doing their best with what they can.

“Janks no offense, but get the hell out of the way!”

ForzaFiori
2008-05-28, 05:01 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Seeing Wyndall walk off, thanking matthias but not even seeming to notice him, Giovanni rolls his eyes and mutters Gee Wyndall, your welcome. It was no problem holding your girl still while you cut into her. Oh, and sure i'll help get the other arrows out. He sighs, then turns to Matthias You need any help here man?

TheOutlander
2008-05-28, 06:50 PM
Thoft- Medical Bay
As Odysseus made his way over to Oscar, Thoft was truly relieved that the man, known to Odysseus as Janks, would not be treating him.

Not that he knew much about Janks, he looked like an able combatant, and he felt like a man that would be loyal to the end, but in all honesty, he niether looked like he had the skill or the attention span to cover even the first course of med school.

To have someone as skilled as Odysseus behind him, he was sure as hell that they could save oscar.

"I have six units of .05% saline IV waiting for transfer after the hardening." Thoft spoke to Wendyll. "Ready when you are."

Gig_Complex
2008-05-28, 09:20 PM
Oscar, Team Late to the Party

Moving away from the view of the old hag who seemed to set every nerve in his head on fire, a sense of relief washed over Oscar but in that mere moment the weight of the events seemed to come crashing down upon him. Whether or not the two creatures that he and the other men had killed could still be called his compatriots did not matter, all that mattered was that one way or another they had died, either because he hadn't made sure they were safe or because of his actions, and there was no way for him to bring them back.

Sitting down, his back against the wall of the ship he had called home, he fumbled around looking for his pack of smokes hoping he could just numb himself to emotional stress enough to not have another break down when he remembered that he had left them in his room before taking his shift that fateful day and would probably be dust now. Picking himself up off the floor while shaking his head at the waste of a good thing he made his way towards the med bay in hopes of finding some one.

Sorry bout not posting in an extremely long time, real life just kind of stopped all of my free time. I also apologize if my post doesn't fit properly, I'll have some more time to read through all the posts that I missed and edit this to fix it if need be

tgva8889
2008-05-29, 11:24 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Something is watching...

Terrible things. Lydia, her human mind too feeble and weak to understand, only knows that the things she hears are purely terrible. It rips through her body, reaching into her soul. She feels a hand around her chest, holding her heart in its dark grasp, but when she looks, there is nothing. She sees absolutely nothing. Not her hands, not her arms, not her chest, not even the air in front of her. Though not a single part of her body seems to exist any longer, she feels everything. She feels the pain, the horror, and the sadness that radiates through her. There is no glow. Lydia feels this strange lack of something, something she had craved before and, in that desire, that horrible desire, done something to herself. But no longer did she feel any desire for that feeling. No longer did she feel any desire at all.

Something appeared in her vision. It was strange, but it did not concern Lydia when she looked down upon her own unconscious form, lying on the ground motionless. She was not alarmed when she saw Wyndell's arm reaching into Misty's body, Caroline staring with blind eyes. Janks' form was there, too, pushing himself up and away from a bed, while one whose name she did not know felt the strain they had felt so long ago. No one moved; they were all frozen for a moment in time.

Then a man. He and a native battled, tooth and nail. Just like in the old days, Lydia heard, but she knew it was not her own voice. She had no voice, she could feel nothing in her form that would constitute a voice. A knife floated through the air, whistling as it flew. Then one struck, directly across the neck. A wound fit for a corpse, and yet the man stood standing.

Then the other turned to her. She saw his eyes; eyes filled with hatred, malice, and desire to destroy. They saw her form, and Lydia wondered whether that native would come for her in her own body or whether he would find her in this form and kill her then. Then, with a few quick gliding steps, the native was gone.

Lydia felt herself turning to see the dead man. He lurched fowards, intent on survival. Grasping at a door, it flew open. Through it, Lydia's mind saw a form that was all too familiar. As the man began to fall, Lydia felt something pull her form, take its formlessness and force it into familiarity...

****

Lydia opened her eyes. Pushing herself to a more upright position, the wave hit her. She knew exactly what it was, exactly why it was there, and exactly what it would do to her, but she couldn't stop it. Now somehow in a full upright position, Lydia made her way to the counter. She didn't feel any pain. In fact, she felt surprisingly happy. It was completely unnatural, and yet completely natural. It was as though the pain she'd been feeling was suddenly replaced with a soothing happiness like no other.

Now noticing a familiar man with a gash wound on his neck, Lydia began trying to walk to him. Her steps were a bit crooked, however, and she had barely taken one before she needed to catch herself on the counter. Putting herself once again in a standing position, Lydia smiled. Somehow, this all seemed funny. It was a bit hilarious that she couldn't walk straight to save a life right now, but then again it really wasn't. But she laughed as she tried to walk again. This time she could actually move, though her method was rather erratic and she was definitely going to fall over any second.

She ended up abandoning the idea of joining the wounded man as people began crowding around him. Janks had caught him first, but then another man began working on the wounded guy. Lydia didn't know what his name was, but something about him just made her laugh. She started just laughing for absolutely no reason. Her mind wasn't trying to think up a reason, though. It was just observing the scene through drug-tinted lenses.

Her legs gave out under her and she fell into a sitting position. Her mind made no notion of her caring, however, as she kept on laughing and observing the events as they occured. There was a woman on the table; that was Misty, Lydia remembered. Something about her made Lydia feel emotions she didn't like, so she put the idea out of her head for the moment. Then there was someone barking out orders; that one was Wyndell, Lydia began recalling. Things were coming back. But her mind was still operating in a haze.

Lydia felt very happy. Very happy indeed. She laughed once more before trying to push herself up to a standing position again.

Words came out of her mouth now, words she wasn't even sure she was saying completely, even though she could hear them in the air. "What the **** is going on here? Why are there so many people here?" Her voice sounds almost like a little kid's, but there's enough Lydia in it to sound relatively normal. But her face...she hasn't smiled like that in a long, long time.

FireSpark
2008-05-30, 04:32 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

“Thoft, hold these.”

Wyndell shoved the tray of surgical implements that he had brought over from the main desk into Thoft’s hands, almost before the man was ready. Pulling the new pair of gloves on as quickly as possible, Wyndell immediately doused them in blood as he swept away what little of the biofoam was remaining in place, and proceeded to clamp down hard on the crewman’s neck with his fingers. Gratefully, the blood flowed slowed but came no where near stopping. His mind shot back to memories of his college days, more specifically, his tenure at the Armstrong Lunar University.

He had been there studying advanced spatial physics, but the campus also had a prominent medical school. Meredith, a medical student there to continue her studies into the newborn field of xenobiology, had befriended him practically from the first day of the cycle. Everyday she would regale him with stories of operating theaters and emergency rooms, of life and death and everything in between. On a number of occasions she would reveal to him certain injuries that he would never want. Of course Wyndell rather thought that he never wanted any injuries, but she assured him that these were the worst. At the top of these ‘worst injury’ lists had been arterial injuries. In such instances, life expectancy dropped to mere minutes, if not seconds.

Pulling back to the present, Wyndell tried to focus on what he needed to do. Other than escape this ongoing nightmare. Looking up at Thoft, seemingly eager and ready to help, Wyndell finally felt the pieces of a plan fall into place in his head.

Observe and analyze.

“Thoft, get that I.V. bag open and cleanse this wound for me.”

As the cool water washed over the area, blood went everywhere. On the plus side though, he was able to make out that the majority of the primary vein was still intact, and only a small nick had been taken out of it. Probably the only reason that he made it in here. Of course a small nick in a high pressure hose was enough to create quite a mess, as was evidenced by the fact that the man’s neck region was beginning to pool up again.

Stop the excessive outflow quickly.

Releasing his pressure for just an instant, Wyndell grabbed at the tray in Thoft’s hands and came away with a small clamp, which he immediately applied to the main’s artery just below the damaged portion. Repeating the process, Wyndell stuck a second clamp just above the damaged area. Thankfully the blood flow slowed dramatically. Ideally, the man would need the use of the artery again, but right now this was keeping as much blood in his brain as possible.

Repair damage as best possible.

Finally Wyndell’s brain slowed to a halt. Pulling arrows out of a body and cauterizing a wound were one thing. Actually repairing a damaged artery was something else entirely. Something he had zero idea of how to proceed with. He knew that the nick had to be shut, and it couldn’t be with just biofoam, as the pressure of the blood would just wash it away before it could harden. But what if he could get the biofoam to stay in place? Grabbing a nearby can he had sprayed a very small amount into the cup of his hand, and then shaped it into a thin line, barely an inch long. Being exposed this much to atmosphere was already causing it to harden, and that was exactly what he needed.

Running back over to the main terminal he began yanking drawers open until he found the one that contained bandages, and another that held sutures. Grabbing a roll of surgical gauze, a suture needle, and a length of thread, Wyndell rushed back to his patient. Arriving back at the bed side, Wyndell settled into his focus again. Cutting a small square from the gauze wrap, he lay the now fairly hardened biofoam line on it. He then threaded his suture needle and set to work. The biofoam line lay directly over the damaged section of artery. The square of gauze he used to press the biofoam line hard against the damage, and with the needle he began to stitch. He knew he couldn’t puncture any of the artery, but he could go around it. It’s a good thing this guy is unconscious.

Again time seemed to stretch, as Wyndell now proceeded to stitch a gauze wrapping onto a jugular by anchoring it to a man’s neck muscles. This is going to wind up being one of those things I’ll never forget, I know it. Pulling the last loop of thread as tight as he dared, Wyndell cut it free and grabbed once more for the biofoam and coated the entire wounded portion of the man’s neck. Releasing the clamps he had placed, Wyndell loosed a sigh of relief when nothing came shooting out of the biofoam. Obviously, any leakage was now well within the biofoam’s ability to handle. Looking down at the suture needle, Wyndell figured that he might as well finish what he had started. Threading the needle up once more, Wyndell set about doing his best to make the stitches in the man’s flesh as small as possible.

Inspectre
2008-05-31, 02:04 PM
As Wyndell pulled back and the machinery began moving into position to finish closing off the wound, Matthias allowed himself a small sigh of relief.

"Sealing up relatively simple wounds should be easy, Wyndell. If worst comes to worst I"ll just squirt bio-foam everywhere. That's, assuming of course, that I'll even have time before something else bad happens."[/COLOR] Matthias muttered, shifting his position over to the arrow sticking out of Misty's shoulder.

He considered the wound for a minute - he had seen a few fantasy movies where the arrows were pushed out through the body, and the heads were then broken off before the remains of the arrow were backed out through the wound. Obstinsively, this was done so that the barbed tips didn't rip out a huge hole in the flesh, but that was also a movie so the truth of the matter was probably in doubt. Besides, such a thing was a very low-tech solution when they were currently in a modern - well, by their standards at least - operating room, which should have a better solution than it. Matthias would probably just go with Wyndell's solution of breaking the arrow apart inside the wound with a laser scapel.

Delicately picking such a tool up, Matthias stops as he hears Giovanni muttering. He offers a quick smile to the man. [COLOR="navy"]"Thanks Giovanni. You did good. Now, could you - " Before Matthias could finish, he heard a disturbing sound - Lydia laughing. While this posed some similiarities to the mad cackles that he and Giovanni had both had so far today, there was a troubling note to them - they seemed . . . happy, and not despairing? In any case, Matthias himself didn't have time for this, but he now had a helper again.

"Go check on Lydia while I try to finish up here." Matthias finished, already bending down to carefully cut away the shaft of the arrow protruding from Misty's shoulder, close to the skin. Clearly, all of them were having trouble or becoming seriously injured in some way. Matthias wondered when he'd get his own badge of bruises, or otherwise life-threatening and serious injuries, of his own.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-01, 12:11 PM
Giovanni Fiori

My thoughts exactly Giovanni replies, as he hears Lydia laughing. He quickly goes to her side. Lydia, whats wrong? He asks, before seeing the bottle next to her. He picks it up, reading the label. Mersical He thinks. He remembers it's a pain killer, high powered like the morphine of old times...And just like morphine its highly addictive. He makes his way over to Wyndall, getting there as he's stitching the newcomers neck. Wyndall, do you know if Lydia has ever had Mersical before? She's cracking up, and there's a bottle of it next to here with a good bit more than the needed dose taken out of it... I'm thinking she might have had a prior experience or something, either that or she just accidentally OD'd. Whichever it is, we need to keep her away from it, if i remember right its REALLY addictive.

Pwenet
2008-06-01, 12:22 PM
Narration #16 – With this Gift May all your Wounds be Healed

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free and high as a kite
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationSmiling around at the others asking what is going on you noticed that one of them is approaching you. You recognize him as Giovanni and you notice that his throat is badly bruised, as if something had grabbed it. Pushing yourself up to a standing position you are able to keep your balance and your mind seems content to stay within your body.

You notice that Misty seems to be healed as Matthias finishes bandages the last of the wounds and even the man with the wound fit for a corpse seems to be awakening after Wyndell has worked his magic. And lying on a nearby bed is you with bloodshot eyes that are black from burst blood vessels. Scars crisscross your arms that look disturbingly like sites where injections took place over and over again. You look over at you and cry blood. With a shaking hand you pick up a nearby injector on the bed and inject it into your arm, and you shudder with joy and you smile and start giggling like a little schoolgirl.

The image on the bed giggling and starting to work her hair into pigtails wavers and vanishes. As she vanishes you look directly over at you. You hear your thoughts bounce around your skull that are NOT your thoughts.

We failed! He is dead and he killed him. Yet it is all useless, so useless for it will only happen again. In this moment between times you hear my tears. Don’t let him die. And it will only get worse. Tell them to check the jump sensors. Tell them to check them and prepare! They will know what is happening! I’ll send an SOS to the world. I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle Message in a bottle Ooh... message in a bottle…………………

At the end of the thoughts you start seizing and blood starts to drip from your nose and ears. Eyes hallowed out by pain and suffering cry blood as you scream and arc your back up. Foam emerges from your mouth yet you are too weak to vomit or spit it out and you collapse in the bed before completely fading away.

Standing there looking at the empty bed you feel an approaching sense of dread deep within your stomach that only grows more and more.

The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationSitting on the bed you feel around the medical bay and the ship, searching for the spheres. You find no trace of them on the ship however judging by Oscar there is obviously one onboard. Your senses then branch out and you “see” the heat of the ship, “see” the life support systems working to remove toxins from the air. You “see” the gravity generators in the deck flicker with every footstep that is placed upon them.

Gravity Generators!

Such a basic technology that is built into the decks, creating the illusion of standing on a planet for the human body was not designed to properly work in a zero-G environment for extended periods of time. The generators were a simple affair from what you could recall though Wyndell or Matthias could probably give you all the details in how to build one. All that you know is that they work and typically they are the last part on a ship to fail if at all possible.

With the ship landed on a planet the generators were running at minimal power, just enough to allow them to compensate for the ship launching itself. Another lovely law of physics is that for every actions there is an equal and opposite reaction. Now a human walking along the deck would be a very minor reaction, maybe a small dip in power to the generators however with so few people onboard and most of the systems still shut down, your sigh moves in towards the rear of the ship on the second deck at the starboard nacelle. It seems to be making it’s way towards what you identify as a cargo bay in the middle of the nacelle.

Reaching out into the cargo bay by instinct you find yourself looking through a security camera as if you were seeing this view with your own eyes. Spinning it around you see the native. A blood-soaked knife is resting at his belt as he knees on the deck and bows to a glowing sphere resting in front of him. His mouth moves silently as he continues to bow to the sphere until he stands up with a grim look to his face and picks up the sphere. He then starts walking calmly out of the cargo bay.

Retreating from the security camera you trace out his possible paths and find that he is starting to wander towards the rear of the ship. Energy readouts start to register coming from the sphere and you start detecting traces of radiation coming from it. Concelear radiation to be specific!

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
The NarrationNot getting an answer about who the other people are you follow Matthias orders and start looking for the Bio-Foam. Ripping drawers out and spilling the contents you finally see a can of the Bio-Foam and grab it painfully. Not caring about the directions you shake the can which starts to rapidly cool in your hand and aim at the wound and press the trigger. A spray of white foam emerges and paints the wound with the foam along with a generous portion of his neck and part of Oscars hand which does not clear it in time.

As you sweep the wound the blood starts to pour out more faster than the bio-foam can solidify. However it seems that it helps slightly to retard the bleeding. At that point Wyndell arrives and takes over cleaning up the mess you make and you back away. He seems to have everything under control and Misty looks to be recovering as well. All is well for the moment.

And yet there is the fact that there is a native running around the ship cutting people throats. Your eyes wander towards Caroline and you see on her belt a pistol, which from what you recall should still have ammunition and be useful.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow wound penetrating left shoulder – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound lower back – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound left upper thigh – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationCraving to continue to live you ride out the pain as hands work over you. You feel the eerie sensation of the arrows being pulled out of your shoulder and leg. With each arrow removed an icy cold substance is sprayed into the wound which takes away the pain. With the leg wound the last to be treated the pain has finally faded away to a dull roar in your various wounds and your consciousness starts to kick back in.

Looking down at yourself you see Matthias is applying a bandage to your leg. Another one is on your shoulder and you can feel a third on your back. With each breath you start to feel better and your mind clears more and more. Turning to look you see Wyndell is finishing work on yet another blood-soaked body. It seems he was successful for that figure starts to move like he is awakening like you are.

Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is a adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.

The NarrationPulling back from the stitched up throat of the man you pull off the bloodied gloves and look down at your handiwork. The sutures are crocked and uneven with a tiny bit of bio-foam leaking through the flesh which is already starting to solidify, but they look to be capable of holding the wound closed and there is no additional blood seeping from the wound. With the artery repaired the man is already starting to regain consciousness.

Your glasses then blink and start flashing a message.


Pre-Cursor FTL Jump Radiation Spike Detected. Ark will Jump into system within 36 hours.

The first part of the message can be consider interesting for in your era FTL Jumps could never be predicted. A ship would simply appear. It was theorized that a ship large enough with a massive power supply would create a “pressure wave” that would signify its location before it would jump into the system. Yet no progress had even been made on a sensor that could. Now it could be upgrades that had been made to the ship, or the Ark was so massive that even sensors from your era could detect the inevitable rip of space and time.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationMaking your way over to Lydia you see that her pupils are not the same size, with one being larger than the other. In addition she is laughing like a happy person. And her wavering around seems to indicate either some type of injury or maybe a drug interaction. Yet your eyes can see no outward sign of trauma to her besides the bandage on her head.

Picking up the bottle you recall the effects of the drug, and taking it over to Wyndell you explain the situation to her, careful to make sure that your voice is low to keep her from hearing you.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationProgramming the computer terminal to take over in ten minutes is a easy process. In fact looking it over you see the main reason it delegated itself to human control was the default option set by the original operator of the terminal. It seems that the automatic options were only useful for common injuries that could be easily determined and treated. Needless to say an arrow stuck in a vital organ is NOT a common injury or the results could be easily predicted, which is why it delegated itself to human control.

As the newest crawling wounded person enters you bark out orders to Throft and Janks to get the two of them moving to help him. With both your and Giovanni help Wyndell is able to focus on Misty with steel determination and he removes the last of the one arrow that went into her back. As he shifted his attention to the newcomer Misty fate was left in your hands.

Pulling out the laser scaple you lean in close to the shoulder wound and carefully cut the head of the arrow off the rest of the arrow. Moving quickly you grab the shaft of the arrow and carefully pull it out. Based on the comments and the readouts of the displays the wound didn’t cut through any major arteries of veins. Based on this you pull out a canister of bio-foam from a nearby drawer and inject it into the wound. The white foam takes on a pink color as blood soaks into it until it starts to semi-solidify. It does not form a solid shape but a malleable solid that moves to keep the wound sealed. Once you are sure that there is no more bleeding based on the bio-foam not turning dark red you pull out a standard pressure bandage to hold the rest of the wound shut. The interior of the pressure bandage is treated with various anti-biotic agents to prevent infection of the wound.

Turning to her leg this arrow also penetrated all the way through the leg, however the barbed end just barely cleared the flesh, not leaving you a lot of space to work with. Narrowing the laser scalpel beam to the smallest possible you attempt to slice through the arrow like the other. This time you are unable to help but to burn the flesh around the arrow from the laser beam, but there is no additional bleeding and the burn wounds are relatively minor. The canister of bio-foam comes into play again as you fill in the wound after pulling out the arrow. Once it solidifies another pressure bandage is applied, and at long last Misty appears to be stabilized. Checking the scanners you see that her vital signs have stabilized and looking at her face you see that her eyes are starting to flicker as she returns to the land of the living.

TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationStepping back from the figure memories of how it tasted when others were near death wash through you mind. While you got a tiny nibble of that from Oscar the taste is fading away rapidly as if death has been driven away from him. As Wyndell steps away you see Oscar eyes flicker and memories of what had happened to him rush through your tired mental defences.

Craving the smokes you turn down the corridor heading towards the medical bay to go looking for others. Your ears having been attuned to the sound of the ship hear something odd. Pausing for a second you hear soft padded footsteps behind you. Turning you barely have time to leap out of the way from the racing knife as it aims for your chest. The knife in turn is being held by a native in a relaxed one-handed grip, with the other hand holding a glowing sphere object that is pulsing. The native rushes towards you and starts slashing with vigor now that stealth has been eliminated.

Dodging and weaving you call upon every mandatory hand-to-hand combat lesson you went through, trying to find an opening to attack the native but its movements are lightning quick with power behind each of the blows that are thrown your way. Yet you are no match for the apparent super-human speed of the native and your throat blazes with pain as the knife sprays crimson. Your hand finds its way to the wound by instinct and you stumble back as your vision starts to tunnel. You see the native approaching you, a sick smile on his face, yet then he looks past you with an expression of fear that turns into horror and confusion. Backing away the native then sprints down a corridor towards the bowels of the ship.

Your brain screaming at the rest of you to find help now that your throat has been slashed you pick yourself up. Thoughts trickle to a crawl as your sole goal is survival. Stumbling against the corridor bulkheads, and crawling at times all the while pressing the wound closed you run on instinct until finally you arrive at the medical bay. Opening the hatch takes the last of your strength and you are barely aware that the medical bay is populated before you stumble in and fall towards the ground.

Recovering you force yourself to remember that you are Throft, that you are NOT Oscar, that those memories were not your own. Your nose starts to drip blood again and a enormous weight is pressing down from behind your eyes and all you want to do us curl up and go back to sleep.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: Partially slashed throat – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationCraving the smokes you turn down the corridor heading towards the medical bay to go looking for others. Your ears having been attuned to the sound of the ship hear something odd. Pausing for a second you hear soft padded footsteps behind you. Turning you barely have time to leap out of the way from the racing knife as it aims for your chest. The knife in turn is being held by a native in a relaxed one-handed grip, with the other hand holding a glowing sphere object that is pulsing. The native rushes towards you and starts slashing with vigor now that stealth has been eliminated.

Dodging and weaving you call upon every mandatory hand-to-hand combat lesson you went through, trying to find an opening to attack the native but its movements are lightning quick with power behind each of the blows that are thrown your way. Yet you are no match for the apparent super-human speed of the native and your throat blazes with pain as the knife sprays crimson. Your hand finds its way to the wound by instinct and you stumble back as your vision starts to tunnel. You see the native approaching you, a sick smile on his face, yet then he looks past you with an expression of fear that turns into horror and confusion. Backing away the native then sprints down a corridor towards the bowels of the ship.

Your brain screaming at the rest of you to find help now that your throat has been slashed you pick yourself up. Thoughts trickle to a crawl as your sole goal is survival. Stumbling against the corridor bulkheads, and crawling at times all the while pressing the wound closed you run on instinct until finally you arrive at the medical bay. Opening the hatch takes the last of your strength and you are barely aware that the medical bay is populated before you stumble in and fall towards the ground.

Awakening your throat throbs with pain. Your hand races to it in a panic yet you do not feel the sticky warm lifeblood leaking from a wound. Instead you feel a pressure bandage over the wound and under that the faint tactile sensation of stitches. Twisting your neck triggers another wave of pain as the stitches and the bandage protest against the movement yet the two hold together.

In front of you is a man wearing a set of half-glasses taking off a set of bloody gloves. Looking around the medical bay the only other person you recognize is Throft who looks to be barely on his feet. Sitting up your other arm notifies you that there is a foreign object in it. Looking over you see that an IV is inserted into your arm apparently helping to replenish the blood that was lost from your body. As you start to recover you notice that everyone but Throft is wearing torn, bloodied and abused clothing that strongly resembles prisoner garments.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationOut Until June 2nd

ubersquid
2008-06-03, 07:05 PM
Janks - Medical Bay

Janks is sightly relieved when the others take over the patient. He grabs a piece of cloth and tries to scrub the blood from his hands. Watching the others and seeing at least some of them calm down a bit, he takes the opportunity to build himself up in one end of the room.

"Aight' everyone, listen up!

Obviously none of us knows what the heck is going on. I don't like that. Maybe some of you do but aren't telling. I don't like that either. We still haven't settled on who calls the shots in our marry little gang, but I for one see a few points that need our immediate attention.

First: That mental attack thing. I have no idea what it is or how this should work, so someone else has to deal with it.

Second: It seems we have a little native among us who might be able to give us a bit of info. But since he doesn't want to come forth with it by himself and I faintly remember him saving my ass out there just before, I'm not to keen on starting an interrogation.

Third: Whatever slit the throat of... whoever the heck that guy is, doesn't seem to dish out mental attacks but plain old physical ones. And it seems to still be on board. Which brings me to the next problem.

Defenses: This baby here is in dire need of some ammo and I refuse to believe that whoever equipped this ship hasn't stowed away a few clips somewhere. So I will go on a little walk and have a look, and bash some crazy natives head in, or shoot it, whatever I find first. If anyone of you feels the urge to come along, be my guest."

He finishes his speech with a harrumph and stomps towards the door. On the way, he notices the pistol on Carolines belt. He casually walks up to her and talks conspiratively.

"Aye luv, 'you alright there? Mind if I borrow that little needler? Might come in handy."

FireSpark
2008-06-03, 09:30 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - On board Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Placing a hand on Oscar’s arm, Wyndell gently guides it back away from the man’s neck, and lays it to the side.

“Easy crewman, er, Erickson, is it? I’ve managed to do a patch job on your neck, but you won’t do it any good by going and poking at it. At any rate, you’re going to need to rest up a bit. You lost quite a lot of blood, and though plasma packs are good for keeping you alive, I’m sure they’re not as good as the real stuff.”

As Wyndell pulled off the soiled gloves, and this time tossed them in a nearby receptacle, something flickered in his eyepiece. He took note that it was writing of some sort, but other than that, he figured he would check it in a moment.

“Anyway, Mr. Thoft here should be able to answer any questions that you might have as to what is going on. Or at least, as much as anybody knows what’s going on. Though I would personally recommend against too much talking as well. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

With that, Wyndell turned and slowly walked away. As he did, he turned his focus to the information scrolling through a text window in his HUD. 36 hours? Either this thing already knows when the ark is supposed to arrive, or they’ve made some obvious progress in the last few millennia. Wyndell’s surprise rested solely with the fact that he was used to science as it was three thousand years ago.

As far as he knew, sensors and communications were still limited by the whole speed of light thing. Sure, sensors could detect the wave form distortions caused by FTL flight, but by the time you realized what you were looking at, the ship was either already there or a hundred million miles away. In either case, detecting a wave form distortion did you no good. The possibility that in the intervening three millennia, mankind had developed sensors that could operate beyond the speed of light was nothing too extravagant or difficult to imagine. Some of the work he had assisted in had been geared at such, but the primary drive of the Arion research facility had been about speed and power. Of course, the PCT had been modified and such by A.I.s of the current age, and so there was no telling what it could do. And then there was the fact that the android Brother Human had mentioned that the ship would be arriving soon. Whatever, the case, they had time to figure out what to do.

It was then that Wyndell realized that Janks had begun speaking to the room. Wyndell tended to agree with his first statement. Every child in the schoolyard knew that a team needed a leader. And that fact held all through life, and was something that Wyndell had become accustomed to in his time working under military supervision. That they had made it this far without a cohesive decision making command tree was a testament to both their collective common sense, as well as an immense supply of good luck. Of course, common sense would only get you so far, and their luck had always been a particularly fickle friend. As to everything else, Wyndell was a little less enthusiastic, especially the stuff that he had no idea what Janks was talking about. But the last was a no brainer, to him at least.

“Janks, look. I am fairly certain that no one here is thrilled about our intruder, but the last thing we need to do is to go splitting up. More eyes mean more chances to spot incoming. I strongly recommend that we secure the bridge first, which is just around the corner apparently, and get as many systems online as we can from there. The first of such systems would be internal sensors. Then we would be in far better position to go tracking our ‘visitor’. But for the moment, I intend to catch my breath.”

Leaving it at that, Wyndell makes his way to the side of the surgical bed. Pulling the HUD aside from his vision, Wyndell knelt down on one knee to put himself on equal level with Misty’s view. Though the stims had made him oblivious to the fatigue and wear that he had been putting on himself, Wyndell couldn’t help but hear and feel the popping and creaks that his joints made as he lowered himself down. [i]God, I sound terrible.[i] But all thoughts were quickly washed away as he straightened himself out and saw Misty looking back, fully conscious and aware. Taking her hand in one of his, and using his other hand to brush a lock of hair that had fallen to her eyes out of the way, Wyndell smiled deeply at Misty.

“Hey there, beautiful. Good to have you back.”

TheOutlander
2008-06-03, 10:19 PM
{Thoft- Medical Bay}
Thoft looked down at Oscar, having the room slowly blur around him as he loses even more of his precious blood. As Thoft looked at his hands, he began to speak to the rest of the room, starting with Janks.

"One.... I figure the natives have psychics, couldn't say much other than they would be reguarded as shamans or priests... some sort of psychic pain attack, we used one back in.... where was it, similar, and more effective, but if you suffered the attack as well, not nearly as widespread. To deaden the effects; count, or play cards, or if you know of any game systems, you can strategize, brings the mind elsewhere, and makes it harder for the synapses to be forced to your nerves."

"Oscar was cut by a native, a fast native, like the Flash." Thoft wasn't sure if any of them would get the reference, he wasn't even sure that he did, but I think they'd understand enough.

"As for a leader-" Thoft's nose had begun bleeding heavily, spreading the iron taste to his lips, "-I'd go for Odysseus, he seems to do well for the crew, and I'd follow him to hell."

Thoft tried to stifle the blood with his hand, momentarily forgetting about the bandages behind him. He had a dire need for something, and something was whispering to him in the shadows, he tried to focus, and his eyes fell on Lydia.
"Oh Shi-" Thoft said before he collapsed.
Falling out of reality and into Lydia's mind.



If this fails, let me know, easy deletion.

The_Snark
2008-06-04, 02:45 AM
Caroline Walker- Medbay

There. She had it. Caroline returns the focus of her senses to the medical bay, though she keeps a feed from nearby security cameras to track the natives' movements. She returns to running everything she heard through her artificial memory, where she could listen to the sounds again and pick out words and voices. It took a little more effort and a few fractions of a second more than simply identifying voices via sight would have, but it helped filter out the confusion.

She files away the information on how to deal with a psychic assault as useful information. Even if the scourge's effects were not a psychic assault at all. Perhaps that is why electronic thought is vulnerable to the scourge—it is configured to accept input, rather than being able to ignore such things or try to ignore them. Or perhaps the two phenomena are not the same at all. Caroline had always wondered how well a psychic could read her mind, although she'd never been willing to reveal too much of herself to any of them; now she would also wonder whether a true AI was vulnerable to such. There had been occasional scientific studies of telepathy and other forms of psychic activity, which had attempted to figure out how such individuals accomplished it. The brain was the conventional psychic organ in old stories, but the truth was that the brain did a great deal already; adding another necessarily complex biological function to it seemed far-fetched. Certainly, the brain was the organ targeted in the recipient, but there was no reason why the brain would be more involved in psychic activity than it would be in muscle movement.

Unusually, one of the prevailing theories... three millenia ago, at least; perhaps if they ever contacted a more intact remnant of civilization they would find that such things had been puzzled out long ago... was that the conventional trope was correct. Caroline could remember only the very basics, but it had run that telepathy was an ability to produce and perceive incredibly subtle changes in electric currents—specifically, the sort that ran between neurons to produce thought. Actually learning how to manipulate that ability to achieve any results, much less the results desired, had to be a rather complex instinct, which would explain why so few were capable; even if more human beings had the ability to effect changes, they didn't have any idea how to do it on a large enough scale to have any effect, nor could they control it.

She puts away the thought. It wasn't of relevance right now, and although it didn't take up much of her processing, she did not lack for more urgent matters to think about. The organic part of her mind had been under a great deal of stress in the past two days, and she knew she was more liable to get distracted and make mistakes if she didn't concentrate. In fact, this WAS her being distracted. Time to stop.

She takes the gun from her side and proffers it to Janks; she doubted she would be able to keep track of a fight very well. Perhaps, later, when she was better accustomed to relying on electronic senses. She would never have a reflex reaction from "seeing" a threat through ship security systems, but she might be able to coordinate herself well enough to aim with practice"Sixteen rounds left. Be sparing. And don't go just yet." She stands.

The native is in the starboard nacelle, heading aft," she says authoritatively. "Before we attempt to remove him, we should figure out what he is trying to do. He has one of the spheres with him—they're components of an artificial intelligence," she expounds for everybody other than herself and Wyndell. "They were originally made to guide the native population here, and are the focus of their religion."

"Which should tell you something about them: they are insane and not to be trusted. I have no idea what it intends the native to do aboard ship, but we should not permit it to do so unhindered. Nor should we act just yet. Conway." She turns her head towards him, the pressing ache of her burnt-out eyes forcibly making itself known again as the movement of air involunarily makes her try to blink. She needed to remember to have somebody disinfect her eyes, and possibly cover them up with something to further reduce the risk. "You worked on the FTL cores on the ship—how much do you know about Concelear radiation?" She doesn't sound as if the abrupt subject change is at all odd.

Gig_Complex
2008-06-04, 02:59 PM
Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson

Nodding at the bespeckled man in front of him Oscar's face breaks out into a grim smile,

This has got to be the first time I've been glad to see a convict, doc.

Raising the hand not attached to the arm with the IV in it in an attempt to shake the man who saved his life's hand,

The name's Oscar but you can call me Lucky, it seems my luck didn't go sour even in deep freeze.

As talk turned to the nature of his wound Oscar sat up uneasily,

The bastard that did this to me was one of those bastards that were shooting at us earlier. One of the bastards had a knife and a sphere or something in the other and was being all quiet like. The bastard had me dead to rights, then ran off after looking like he had shat himself. I was too busy trying to get my ass here to notice what scared him the hell away but whatever it was, I'm not sure if it's bad or not cause it did save my ass in a way.

Turning to the man who had been scrubbing his hands before giving his idea of a rousing speech Oscar shakes his head in a slight manner, fearful of tearing the wound open again.

Not too sure you want to be doing that mate. Where there's one rat there's usually more, and these rats carry big ****ing knives. Plus there's the fact that whoever put our bloody ship in the ground nicked everything that wasn't bolted to the floor by the looks of things. Back when we got out of the cold we did a quick look and didn't really find anything, so if we're going anywhere I say we make a bid to the armory and do a thorough search and from there to the personal quarters. Something should be left, specially if this place has been sealed up this entire time.

Turning to the woman who looked like she had hurt her eyes or something,

Scourge? A.I.? Just what the hell has been going on when I've been out? All I know is that if that bastard that cut me is in the Starboard Nacelle we should be able to hit the personal quarters on the way there, if my memory didn't get all frosty during the cold sleep and I know I wasn't the only one to keep a knife in their locker in case something when sour.

ubersquid
2008-06-04, 06:46 PM
Janks - medical bay

Janks takes the gun and checks the safety while listening to Caroline.

Starboard nacelle... and you know that why? See that's exactly what I meant."

His voice is calm when he speaks to her. Carolines injuries inspire some tactfulness in him even.

Janks sneers at Wyndells comment, but acknowledges not splitting up the group for now. Then he positions himself in front of Thoft, listening to him distrustfully.

"Who is Oscar? Odysseus? Who are you? Look... if you're one of the guards from the prison ship... forget it. I sure as hell ain't going back there. We can settle this right now if you want."

"Watcha looking at? ... Ey! Are you listening?"

After staring into space for a few moments, Thoft suddenly collapses. Suprised, Janks takes a step back and raises his hands.

"What the... I didn't even touch him... I just wanted to talk."

"Wyndell it seems you won't be able to get that rest so soon. Can you have a look at that guy? I'm done playing doctor for today."

ForzaFiori
2008-06-04, 08:13 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Seeing that Wyndall is once again just zoning him out, Giovanni gives him a sign inappropriate for mixed company and moves over to Lydia. Lydia, look at me. Lydia, how many Mersicals did you take? seeing that she's probably having trouble concentrating, he decides on a different tactic. Lydia, look, something is obviously not going as it should in your system, and Wyndall seems to either not care, or have better things to do...if you can consider talking up a chick more important than this. But unfortunately, i'm not a doctor. I have no idea what to do. So we gotta get his attention. Until then though, just try to sit tight. He then heads back to Wyndall. Hearing Janks on the way though, he calls over his shoulder The stranger keeps calling Wyndall that. Something from some old story or something. I've found its easier not to ask. Reaching Wyndall, he taps him on the shoulder, continuing to tap till he turns around. Look man, I enjoy chatting up a girl just as much as you do I'm sure. But Misty here is fine, and others aren't. You're the closest we have to a doctor. So i'll ask again. Do you know anything about Mersical or overdoses? I think Lydia's either taken to much, or she's having a reaction, and I have no idea what to do. I dont even know how to work these machines. So come and help with the people that need it, and then get back to your girl. Alright? He points over at Lydia, who's (hopefully) still sitting where he left her.

Inspectre
2008-06-05, 12:24 AM
With everyone seemingly out of immediate danger, those members of the group that could still talk predictably fell to arguing over a course of action. Pressing index and middle finger into his right temple, Matthias attempts to rub the growing ache behind his eyes away. He was getting too tired for this ****. And pretty soon he'd be too tired to do anything at all except sleep.

"Alright, look. Except perhaps the two crewmen here, one of whom just had his throat slashed open, and our new native friend, all of us have been going on no sleep for too long. Getting sleep should be our number one priority now, before we get stupid, followed shortly thereafter by just being plain dead. The problem with that is aside from a gigantic spaceship jumping into this system in a matter of hours which may or may not be on our side, and some sort of psychic boogeyman that can apparently rape our minds, and anything else we don't already know about, we're currently surrounded by a swarm of superhuman natives who want nothing more than to spill our blood. Apparently one of those *******s has already found a way inside the ship, and there's no telling how long it will take for more of his friends to slip in as well. So, because I don't want to wake up dead, before we all get some shut-eye I think we should make sure this ship is secure. Ideally, the best way to accomplish that would be to get this ship off the ground into space, but right now I have no idea whether or not this thing is still space-worthy, and how long the necessary repairs would take. So for now we might just have to settle for killing our guest, plugging up whatever hole he crawled in through, and hope to God the natives don't figure out a way to breach the airlocks for the next ten hours."

Turning to Caroline, Matthias gives a nasty smile, which quickly falters as he remembers that such facial expressions are lost on her. "I'm very familiar with Concelear radiation, as a matter of fact. In a nutshell, while a ship's FTL-core is active, it produces a type of sub-space radiation known as Concelear radiation. This radiation is absorbed into every molecule of matter within the jump bubble, and rapidly builds up. Shielding is only marginally effective, usually just enough to keep the FTL-core from frying everything else inside the ship. Fortunately, the radiation quickly dissipates upon return to real-space: this is why multiple jumps are needed during long trips, to give time in real space for the Concelear radiation to leech out of the ship and crew. Only exorbidently high levels of Concelear radiation tend to have an destructive effect on mechancial and electronic components of the ship. Instead, Concelear radiation is most devestating within living tissue, which for some reason seems to asborb the radiation easily and is very slow to release it. Failure to adequently drop out into real space during long trips or subsequently smaller rapid jumps without adequete venting time lead to Concelear Syndrome. This is an extremely debilitating condition, and often a fatal one. The Concelear Radiation has built up to such extreme levels within the victim's body that it begins to fall apart, possible as a result of key protein chains within the individual cells disappearing into hyperspace again. The victim's nerves rot away, muscles twist and deform as they pull away from the underlying bones, and the blood turns caustic enough to begin eating away at the blood vessel walls from the inside. I have heard execution by exposure to vacuum is extremely unpleasant, but I imagine a death from Concelear Syndrome could give it a run for its money. Why do you ask, Caroline? We should not have to worry about such things until we're actually in the midst of, or at least plotting, a hyperspace jump."

The_Snark
2008-06-05, 06:23 AM
Caroline Walker- Medbay

"I know where he is because I'm connected to the ship's systems," Caroline answers Janks, turning one of her hands palm upwards and tapping the metal inlay just above her wrist. She taps it with a finger, to make sure she got her point across. "Including the security systems."

She turns to Conway. "And I ask about Concelear radiation because those systems are picking up trace elements of it, centered around the sphere the native is carrying. The computer unit over there has details." She nods towards Wyndell's PCT, sitting quietly in the corner. That might be slightly off-putting to the others, she realizes; she had been turning to face the person she was talking or listening to, but since they were talking it made sense that she could tell what direction they were in. There was no way that anybody could hear what direction the computer was in, however.

She calls up the appropriate information on the PCT's display screen, linking the unit to the sensors that were picking up the information. Hopefully Conway could make more sense of them than she could; interstellar travel was something she knew very little about. She didn't know how much radiation was dangerous, or how fast it could build up. While she's at it, she adds the native's location to the ship's real-time schematics, as a red dot on the three-dimensional map that was still called up on the screen (perhaps Wyndell had used it earlier). She also searches for security cameras that can track the native at present, and should she find one calls up a third window, with a video feed to whatever camera could see the native best at present.

And that reminds her—why hadn't she thought to do this already, she wonders?—to investigate the rest of the ship. She first checks over the maintenance logs, not expecting much. If Brother Human had been keeping the ship flightworthy, he might have made entries there or he might not; but the ship would automatically log breakdowns it detected so that the crew could repair them as soon as possible. That would help tell her what wasn't working; because the detection systems could also break down, she knew better to rely on it to know what was in good condition. She also scans the rest of the ship's systems, both active and inactive ones, trying to get a sense for how well they will work and noting anything that seems significant. She pays particular attention to the internal security, searching for defenses as well as means of observing; she could guess that Chasing the Second Star was not a warship, but there was an off chance that there might be something. And if there were none... she would improvise.

FireSpark
2008-06-05, 03:16 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Wyndell slowed turned his gaze from Misty to Giovanni, the soft and pleasant smile sliding completely from his face as he did so. Looking into Giovanni’s eyes for just a moment, with a dour expression most foreign to his face, Wyndell then shifted his gaze to where Lydia sat against a row of cabinets. Her eyes seemed unfocused, and her gaze was miles away. She simply sat there, slightly rocking in place, her facial expressions flowing between joy, fear, bewilderment, and terror, all in the blink of an eye. Wyndell loosed Misty’s hand and both his hands to push up from the surgical table. Just when he knees seem ready to fail on him, Wyndell reaches out and places a hand on Giovanni’s shoulder to help steady himself, and just to be certain of his stability he leaves his hand there for a moment, as he stood side by side with Giovanni.

“If you want my professional opinion, then I don’t have one. Because as I’ve been telling people for the last couple of days, I’m not that kind of doctor. In my own personal opinion however, I would be willing to guess by Lydia’s current appearance that she is some sort of junkie. Simple as that. And considering that I believe that pool of vomit in the corner to be hers, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that she’s probably been off it a while, as the induction of vomiting is just the sort of thing you would expect to see from someone who didn’t have a high tolerance for the stuff.”

Leaving his hand on Giovanni’s shoulder, Wyndell steps to stand face to face with the man, as he places his other hand on Giovanni’s other shoulder.

“In my opinion, the best thing to do for her now, is to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t get any more. Easy enough right? And since everyone seems to consider me the de facto physician around here, I hereby delegate that job to you my good man. But before you set about your new duties, there was one more thing.”

Suddenly, Wyndell’s left hand clamps shut in a twist of Giovanni’s jumpsuit, yanking him closer, while his right hand flashes to Giovanni’s neck, jabbing the emitter end of the laser scalpel that he had been palming under the man’s jaw. Their faces now mere centimeters apart, Wyndell’s voice becomes low and gravelly.

“And to this part I suggest you listen very closely, you over stuffed, arrogant sack of s**t. I’ve been patching your collective asses together since I woke up yesterday, and not once has a single platitude even crossed your minds. And yet I keep doing it, because I know what I need to do. So the next time you feel the need to try and tell me what is more important? Do yourself a favor, and go stick your d**k in a power coupler. It’ll be safer than what I’ll do.”

His part being said, Wyndell shoves Giovanni back, putting space between them once more. Watching to see if the man was going to try anything further, Wyndell slowly let himself back down to the floor so that he could speak with Misty again. This time though, he didn’t bother with trying to hide the laser scalpel in his hand. Or the fact that he was keeping a thumb on the power switch.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-05, 07:50 PM
Giovanni Fiori

Giovanni stares unblinking into Wyndell's eyes as he makes the threats. As he's set down, Giovanni speaks quietly, so that only they may hear. You threaten me again, and you will die. You may take me out too, but the shard i have in my pocket will be in your throat, and your the only one here with the hands steady enough to sew you back up. Now look, I don't like you. I haven't liked you since i woke up next to you. I doubt that will change. But right now, we need each other. We need everyone here. So I'm asking you as one shipwrecked sailor to another to help the group, and make sure that the people who have problems are fixed before you go and give moral support. He turns after this brief speech, moving back to Lydia, making sure that there is no Mercical nearby, and then squatting down next to her Alright Lydia, not sure if you can get what i'm saying or not, but the running assessment is that your a junkie. I could care less what you do on your own time, but right now we need everyone. So I gotta get you off this stuff. Which means your sitting right here until you come down off this high, and then no more Mersical. I'll figure out what painkillers you can have next time I can get to a computer. Until then, lets sit tight. He sits down next to here, and leans his head back, just taking in the scene around him, keeping a watch on Lydia out the corner of his eye. He pulls the shard of bone out of his pocket and fiddles with it, twisting it around in his fingers.

TheOutlander
2008-06-05, 11:00 PM
Thoft- Lydia's Mind (The AEther)

Thoft stood in a literal sea of undulating imagination, terrors and delights flowing around him in an foaming tide of memories, in the distance, he saw a woman, sprawling in the proverbial "sea" catching glimpses of both delight and terror with every twitch of her body.

Thoft had seen this before.

A screen appeared in the sea in front of him, showing both him and Lydia a snapshot of Thoft's memories.

Release the Tetraprovaline, your body no longer needs it.
Repeated over in the community bedchambers of Thoft's prior profession, eleven bunks held eleven sleeping teenagers, each one drifting off to REM sleep.

Thoft looked at himself, and the screen slowly turned into a hideous mockery of what surrounded him and Lydia.

The teens all danced the macabre dance of addiction, longing for the next taste of the hideous ambrosia that kept them high. Then one, a spry young man, stopped, and saw the chaos around him, placing his hand on the nearest individual, and stopped them from twisting about horridly. One by one the children woke from their own infernal nightmares, and helped the ones around them to break the hold the medicine had held them in.

Thoft turned to Lydia, and began walking towards her, while she looked physically close, Thoft walked for what seemed like hours, as he reached for her. Time and space in this... dimension, were relative, and Thoft's ailing mind barely had the energy to make it to her, each wave of her memories making Thoft's aura weaker as his mind began to lose focus.

Until at last, he reached her twitching form. Calmly reaching for her face, and placing his hand on her shoulder. As he did so, he felt something, something he hadn't felt in 3,000 years. The gentle touch of kindred.

Like her physical form, she was small and fragile, but dim, almost without hope. She let the addiction take her, and with it, all of the painful memories.
However, the addiction gave them back twofold, generating skullfaced horrors and her own personal hell.
As he touched her, he could see some of what she saw; a man with a metallic arm quickly crumbling into dust, herself being crushed by rocks, hideous ghouls with her physical shape and other horrors that did not bear discription.
Thoft looked at her face, sheilding it from whatever horror she currently visited. As Thoft's mind slowly lost focus, the color of his skin faded, but he kept an aura of consolation and compassion, so that he would not appear to her as a vengeful spirit.

"Wake up. Wake up and come home."

Mordokai
2008-06-06, 05:48 PM
Misty Reviere - Medbay

As arrows are pulled from her body and she is cleaned of poison, Misty slowly start regaining her conscience. Lifting her head a little, she is still feeling very tired, if much better. Looking around, she spots a man she saw earlier, Wyndell working on him now. After what seems like only a couple of seconds to her, he obviously managed to perform another miracle, since the man soon gets up, feels his throat and starts speaking. One would expect such wound quite detrimonial to ones speaking ability, but apparently it doesn't affect this "Oscar" guy in the slightest. Still laying on the operation table, she squirms a little when Wyndell comes to her and kneels down to her level and speaks to her. She tries to smile at him, say thank you, something, anything. But she is tired, so very tired from all the running and fighting, all the blood loss, she can only let out a faint smile at him. But when she hears Giovanni talking about Wyndell and her... something inside her moves. Gathering her energy reserves, she tries to get up, but is beaten to it by Wyndell. As the scientist advances upon Giovanni and gives him the piece of his mind, she can't do anything else but wish for Wyndell to smack Giovanni.

How dares he!? What ever gave him that idea? We've been nothing but friends, brought together by dire circumstances. What about him and Lydia! He's been giving her the looks all around! Only looking after her? Pleeease! Why don't you just do something about it, you coward!

When Wyndell returns to her table, she finally manages to sit herself up, startling Wyndell a little by doing so. Stepping down from the table, she slowly limps towards Giovanni, ignoring the looks everybody gives her. When she comes to him, she looks him in the eyes for a second... and then gives him a strong slap across the cheel with her healthy arm. When the resounding sound can no longer be heard, she says to Giovanni, voice low and dangerous, not unlike anything she ever used before:

"Never say something like this again Giovanni, or you're going to regret it! Believe me, I can punch a lot harder than that. Even hurt like this."

Getting back to the table and Wyndell, she slowly sits down, not wanting to say anything else, just nodding her thanks to Wyndell. They would have to talk later, when circumstances would be more favorable and perhaps when they would all get some sleep. God knew she needed that and from the looks of it, so was everybody else.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-06, 06:16 PM
I should have expected that Giovanni says to Misty's back, rubbing his jaw. As the pain recedes, he continues talking to her, across the ship, as loud as his damaged throat allows him. You to come after me, who simply retaliated, rather than let your mind realize that your "amazing" Wyndell Tendarri might have also threatened to kill someone. I suppose this may have slipped by you though Misty. Wyndell is just like you and me. A convict. A bad enough one that he was sent to Hades. Now think about what the people who were sent there did. I don't know about y'all, but I can't think of a single thing that people usually let slide that will send you there. So I would suggest you get rid of your "Golden Boy" idea of him. I'd get rid of any idea you have like that of anyone who woke up with us Misty. I can't say about the new people, but i can guarantee that everyone here from our ship isn't the kind of person your momma would want you seeing.

Inspectre
2008-06-07, 03:15 PM
"What!? Unless that sphene was onboard a ship that had just jumped recently, it shouldn't be emitting any Concelear radiation!" Matthias exclaimed, walking towards Wyndell's PCT to examine the information Caroline was calling up. As he walked, he turned towards Wyndell, having patched the other crewman up and now back over by Misty. "Hey Wyndell, mind if I use your -" The remainder of Matthias's question dies on his lips as he sees the confrontation between Wyndell and Giovanni, followed shortly thereafter by Misty delivering a good hard slap despite her injuries.

Oh for Chrissakes. Extreme irritability was a common symptom of sleep deprivation, but this was just childish. But it could still turn even uglier than this, and perhaps result in another senseless death if things kept escalating.

"Alright, that's ENOUGH! ENOUGH!" Matthias snaps, moving to physically interpose himself between Giovanni and Wyndell/Misty.

"Yes we're all tired, yes half of us are gravely injured, and yes we're all a bunch of CONVICTS TRAPPED IN A NIGHTMARISH SITUATION THOUSANDS OF YEARS AWAY FROM HOME! TOO ****ING BAD! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE THROUGH THIS OR NOT? If you do, then great! Stop bickering, and start figuring out a way for us all to get some sleep without waking up with our throats cut! If you don't, THEN JUST DIE ALREADY! We're in the medical bay, we could probably whip up a drug cocktail to put you out of your misery with a minimum of pain. So if you don't want to cooperate, and survive by helping everyone else survive, that's fine. Just die so I don't have to deal with you anymore. SO LET'S HEAR IT!!"

Matthis whirls around to face Giovanni, jabbing an index finger at him. "Giovanni? What's it going to be? Live or die?"

He then proceeds around to Wyndell, then Misty, and from there around to everyone else in the room, asking the same question. Reaching the semi-comatose Lydia, Matthias pauses in the middle of the question. "Actually, we're going to wait to hear from you, until after we get you straightened out."

Mordokai
2008-06-07, 06:23 PM
Misty Reviere - Medbay

Hearing Giovanni talking to her, Misty says to him, without turning around:

"He saved my life. Convict or not, this is a debt I can never repay. I don't know what he did and I don't care. It can't be worse than what I did anyway."

At that her face hardens a little, but that is soon replaced by an expression of cold anger as Giovanni mentions her mother. This time, she does turn around, looks him directly in the eyes and tells him:

"My "momma", as you so eloquently put it, is dead. Last time I saw her was three millenia ago and at that time our relationship was more than stretched. Still, I hold nothing but fond memories of her. If you value your teeth, you will not speak of her again. Not in this tone!"

When Matthias intervenes in their little struggle and gives them the measure of reality, some of the fight seems to evaporate from her. Taking a deep breath, she finds herself a good spot to sit down and looks to Matthias.

"I don't want to die. Not just yet. Not after everything we've been throught. But I don't have the faintest clue what to do. Machines and electronics are unknown to me, these wounds prevent me from doing much at all. If you can think of anything useful I can do, tell me and I'll give it a shot."

Looking at Wyndell, she just nods as he gives her a concerded look.

tgva8889
2008-06-07, 08:55 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Out of Body, Into Mind (The Medical Bay)

Lydia could barely react to anything for a few moments. She saw Giovanni approach her, heard his words, but couldn't do anything in response but laugh. Her rational mind was beginning to resurface from the addiction and it now realized that it was not in control of anything. The body could move, function, even speak in somewhat comprehensible tones, but the mind had no control. It was, without a doubt, one of the scariest experiences Lydia had felt in a long time. She recognized it, though. From a long time ago. From a moment when she had seen something much, much worse.

A hovercar, flying directly towards a window. That's when she last remembered being unable to stop her actions. She saw it vividly again for a few moments, knowing that her mind was not performing any vital action for her body now. Lydia felt her head turning, examining the whole room. She saw people moving. She saw people in perfect condition, even those who had previously been dying. She felt, once again, that she was alive. And that was a good feeling.

Something on the bed next to where Misty was lying caught her eye. Lydia saw a figure that looked strangely familiar. Her mind focused on it, specifically examining its features until there was no doubt in her mind. But it couldn't be her. The body was scarred, damaged, torn and ripped in places she had never remembered her body being. Lydia felt strange. The figure...it wasn't possible.

Then, she sat up and stared at Lydia for a moment. The figure's hand grasped a needle and stabbed into her arm and injected the flowing liquid that Lydia immediately recognized into her arm. Though she knew it was not flowing through her system, Lydia felt a shadow of its effects as the figure writhed with emotion and giggled. Her eyes...Lydia could never forget the vision of that girl's eyes, black and burned.

For a moment, the figure wavered. Her hands reached to her hair and played with it, braiding a few strands, as she faded away into nothing. Lydia felt her head turn again, and she saw a new figure, this one much more familiar and much more real. Lydia felt she could reach out and touch her, she was so real. Their eyes met, and Lydia knew. Lydia knew everything the thoughts in her head told her, the thoughts she knew were not her own but that felt so familiar, so real.

Lydia spoke. This time it was her real mouth moving, saying words to a nearby Giovanni, though she knew not who she was speaking to. "Check...check the jump sensors. Check them. Make sure that you check them. And make sure that they know. Make sure that everyone knows...everyone has to know...Everyone...Oh god...everyone..."

The figure was changing now. Blood seeped now from her nose and her ears. Lydia moved her hand forwards to reach at her face. She saw her hand touch it, become covered in it all over. Then the figure was on the bed once again, seizing and spitting foam. Lydia could not move herself. She could only watch, horrified at what was happening. The thoughts resounded in her mind, Lydia unable to look away from the scene that horribly unfolded before her.

None of this occurred in reality. Lydia only stared blankly towards the empty bed beside Misty, chanting the same phrase over and over. "Check the jump sensors...check the jump sensors...everyone must know...everyone must know..." She doesn't realize anything. She simply stares into space, looking at images that aren't there, but truly exist.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-07, 10:11 PM
I'll live for now, Why not right? Giovanni answers, before walking up to Misty and Wyndell. He extends his hand. My apologies for earlier. It was uncalled for. I'm tired. We probably all are. Reaching misty, he leans in and whispers into her ear Not sure if you recall or not, but I do believe i've gotten you out of a scrape or two myself. So try not to be so hard on me next time please. He goes back to Lydia, before asking the room Anybody know what Lydia means by "check the jump signals and letting something know?

Pwenet
2008-06-08, 10:50 AM
Narration #17 – Wanderings of the Mind

Somewhere where the Watchers Watch
TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

The NarrationReaching out into your mind you touch upon Lydia. Wrapped in layers of addiction and drugs you look upon her. You start to see double, both through your eyes and hers. In your eyes there is only an empty bed, but through her eyes you see her laying in it in the fits of convulsions. Her blood soaked face starts at herself standing there screaming out a warning that you can’t make out, for the words stretch as if being threaded through a tiny rip in the universe.

Yet you sense the touch upon her. She is kindred in more than drugs, she is kindred in abilities of the mind as well. The Lydia you know has not touched the gift yet, yet the Lydia that is on the bed clearly has as she projects herself through to herself.

Then the bedridden Lydia dies.

Metaphysical winds rip into you and tug you closer to Lydia. You see her start to struggle, to stay away from the vanishing corpse that it turning more and more into a blackened shadow of what it used to be. Yet you are tired, you have pushed yourself too far and with a wordless cry you body goes limp and collapses on the deck.

You find yourself hovering within the medical bay of the ship. Next to you is the essence of Lydia hovering there. You know that your body is somewhere else that somehow you have slipped the confines of it. Memories of others doing the same trickle through your mind and all that you know is that the body and not survive like this for long, that if you do not return to it soon it will die as will you.

The medical bay is devoid of people except for a corpse of a Lydia lying on a bed, her eyes open to the world. The hatch opens and Giovanni stumbles in, clutching his arm that is barely hanging onto the shoulder thanks to a few pieces of burnt flesh. Looking at Lydia his face collapses into sorrow and he falls to his knees before being thrown to his side as something tears at the ship.

You know that you can talk to Lydia but it is very doubtful that anyone else could “hear” you.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free and high as a kite
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationSpeaking out your warning you watch the vanishing version of yourself. As she fades she starts turning into a shadow. Yet you sense something near you and you can see the one that is being called “Thoft” looking at you with eyes that delve into your soul. His presence within your mind seems to make the image you were seeing clearer, more real that it possibly could be. The vanishing shadow seems to pull you in as winds tear and rip into you. You can see Thoft is also struggling with a wordless cry your body falls to the deck.

Floating around you see yourself lying on the bed. The readouts have flatlined, no breath goes through your lips, and your heart has completed its final beat. Yet looking around you see that the others have fled, except for Thoft, or rather the essence of Thoft that is with you in this realm that you have stumbled into. You get the sense that he is more familiar with what has happened but is also confused.

The hatch opens and Giovanni stumbles in, clutching his arm that is barely hanging on thanks to stubborn tendons and skin. He sees the corpse and he falls to his knees. Distant words touch upon ears that are really not there.

”Why? We were so close? Why?!?”

The deck heaves to the side yet you are not affected, through Giovanni is thrown to the ground. You get the impression that communicating with Thoft would be easy, a walk in the park however communicating with anyone else in this ship would be very difficult at best.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationPassing over the pistol to Janks you find it is childs play to bring up the information on the PCT. More and more you find that this new “sight” you now possess is becoming easier to use. Running through the ship you find footage of the native. He has broken out into a sweat and the hand holding the sphere is blistering and smoking yet he is pushing himself past the pain as he struggles to walk towards the Engineering section of the ship.

Leaving the matters regarding radiation to the experts you go through the logs of the ship. You find that there are well over 3,000 years worth of logs and even with your abilities it will take significant time to go through them. Skimming through them you find several areas that merit further investigation however you focus on the current status of the ship.

The logs indicate that everything is operational on the ship. However the fuel reserves on the ship are low and currently the ship is running in a reduced power mode. Most of the technical details you do not have knowledge on though you know that you can pipe the information to the PCT if needed.

Searching for internal defenses you find none. Externally there are several weapon mounts that seems to be used for defensive purposes. Internally however the best you can find are emergency bulkheads that deploy in the event of a hull breach. There is also always the option for improvising additional defenses as well on the fly.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationChecking the pistol you check it over and find that at least to a casual glance that it is working fine.

Observing the conflicted that brewed up you noticed that off in a corner of the medical bay both Thoft and Lydia collapsing at the same exact time. Lydia is caught by Giovanni who was standing there, however Thoft hits the deck hard.

Looking around to see if anyone else is going to play doctor you notice both Matthias and Wyndell growing pale as they look at the PCT screens which from what you recall Caroline talking about she is sending information to them.

Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow wound penetrating left shoulder – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound lower back – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound left upper thigh – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationSitting back down after delivering the slap to Giovanni the pain from the wounds that managed to breach the barriers of the painkillers starts to fade away. As you rest you can see Thoft and Lydia both stiffen and fall to the deck, apparently unconscious. Lydia is caught by Giovanni however Thoft hits the deck hard. Turing to Wyndell you see his face growing pale as he looks into his new half-glasses where you can make out images flashing by on it.

Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is an adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.
Medical Laser Scalpel – A common medical tool this scalpel generates a laser that can be adjusted to determine the amount of time it would take to cut through flesh and bone. At the lowest level it will slowly cut open skin, at the highest it has been compared to a “lightsaber” from some obscure movie back in the 20th century, however at the highest power setting it will drain the battery in a matter of minutes. It can cut flesh and cauterize it at the same time aiding in surgeries to help control bleeding.
The NarrationWith the laser scalpel at the ready you let yourself rest on the floor. Remembering that Caroline was talking to Matthias about Concelear radiation your glasses pipe a vision of what is being displayed on the PCT.

At first glance it looks to be a standard analysis of Concelear radiation which is generated mid-jump when the ship has been ripped from reality. Yet the source is internal and it is NOT from the FTL core. Despite common misconceptions about how engines worked Concelear radiation is never generated via a ship, in fact it is impossible to replicate artificially without doing a FTL jump. Hence why apparently a native holding a sphere that is generating Concelear radiation without doing a FTL jump is very disturbing.

Especially since the native is making his way to engineering where the FTL core was in cold-shutdown.

One of the many projects you worked on in the past was how to better shield FTL cores from Concelear radiation, especially external sources. Some general with too little brains and too many family connections feared sabotage with a enemy agent sneaking onboard a bomb that would generate Concelear radiation onto a military warship and use it to destroy the FTL core. It too many meetings and presentations to convince the general that such a plan was doomed to failure since Concelear radiation dissipated rapidly in normal space, was impossible to generate artificially and that the source of radiation would have to be massive and placed near the core itself to do anything.

Yet this time it seems that there is a renewable source of Concelear radiation, more than enough to fry a core and nobody blocking the path of the native yet.

Checking the map you can see that it is still possible for someone to intercept the native before he reaches the FTL core. Another display appears this time showing the native through the lens of a security camera. He is starting to exhibit the classic signs of Concelear radiation poisoning, yet he is still able to push himself past the pain and is walking towards the core.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard [i]Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

The NarrationWith the shinbone at the ready you do not need it yet. As you ask about Lydia cryptic warning her eyes roll into the back of her head and she collapses. You quickly catch her and ease her gently to the ground. Her eyes are still open however you can only see the whites with the barest trace of her pupils at the very top of her eyelids. She is still breathing and has a pulse however she is not responding to any stimulation.

You are also aware the Thoft has also just collapsed as well at the same exact time.

Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

The NarrationAfter shouting at everyone it seems that your words have a calming effect on those about to go after each others throats. Returning to the PCT you see that it is now displaying an incredible amount of information regarding what Caroline “saw”.

According to the tracking display the native is walking towards the main Engineering section of the ship. The radiation readings are strange for the levels are actually increasing, not decreasing. Even in the laboratory it was impossible to increase the amount of Concelear radiation without performing an FTL jump, and clearly that was not happening for there would be a mass of other signatures as well. It was as if that sphere was able to generate the radiation within itself.

You realize that this is bad on many levels. FTL cores are delicate objects, which is why designing them for ships that would be in hostile environments, like ships of war and exploration was so difficult. Besides the mechanical aspect of it there is also the radiation to consider. The cores themselves were vulnerable to the radiation which is why even unmanned probes needed time in real-space to let the radiation dissipate. Yes they could travel farther than a ship with humans onboard could but a long enough jump would most likely fry the core.

That or having a source of Concelear radiation being injected into the core while it was cold-shutdown.

Such a feat of sabotage has never been accomplished before since it was impossible to recreate Concelear radiation artificially yet looking over the readings you see with mounting dread that if that sphere got to the core it would turn it into an expensive paperweight that even with the talents of yourself and Wyndell would be impossible to fix. That and it is unlikely there is a replacement core anywhere nearby.

There is still time to catch the native before he reaches engineering. Another window appears showing the native, and with sympathy you see the signs of advance Concelear radiation poisoning. A lesser man would have been dead but it seems that the natives are made of sterner stuff for he is pushing himself step by step towards his destination despite the hand burning, his orifices leaking blood and his skin blistering. It was a one-way trip for the native no matter what yet it seems that he will make it to his destination.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: Partially slashed throat – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.

The NarrationAs you recover you twist your neck carefully to avoid tearing open the wounds, however other than some residual pain it seems to be holding itself together and not spilling any of your blood. Observing the prisoners start to fight among each other you find yourself wondering about the missing equipment. The medical bay seems to be fully stocked, yet the chamber you woke up in was stripped bare of everything. The spheres are also brought up in conversation by the woman without eyes, was she referring to the spheres that were plugged into the cyro-stasis tubes that you were sleeping in? And they are insane.

It might be a good idea to bring this up, except you notice two of them, the one that was playing doctor and another one looking at a PCT are both going pale as they look over the displays.

Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationOut Until June 2nd

tgva8889
2008-06-09, 06:59 PM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Out of Body, Into Mind (The Medical Bay)

Lydia felt something was wrong. She saw the figure before her fading away, fading into nothing. The blood on her hand faded as well. Lydia didn't understand quite what was happening. Her hand reached, grasped at air as the figure pulled away into darkness.

Then there was a foreign presence. Lydia saw a man stepping towards her, and her eyes seemed to meet his. The reality that Lydia saw suddenly became more real, her mind altering to this new existence. Somehow, Lydia felt something different about the eyes she saw, yet something terribly familiar. It was as though they had seen what she had seen. They reminded her fondly of another's eyes.

The shadowy figure pulled at Lydia. She felt the rush of gale winds and instinctively grabbed at Giovanni, whom she perceived to be near her. But her hands went through him as though he did not exist, and she felt herself leave her physical form behind, drifting into a realm between existence and non-existence.

****

Lydia's body convulsed for a second. Her eyes stared into space for a few choice moments before they closed and she fell limp. For a moment or two, her mouth continued to make the motions of her chant, though no sound came from that small opening. Then she was silent, save for a few breaths.

****

Lydia watched herself die. Despite how many times she had tried to kill herself of her own power, this sight made her very pained. The ringing of the machine made her heart feel as though blades had pierced it. Gripping her chest, Lydia could not turn her head from the body on the table. She knew it was her own, and yet it seemed so surreal. Floating towards it, Lydia reached out and touched her own face, still unable to truly comprehend what is going on before her.

Turning, she sees the form of that man she saw previously. His name immediately pops back into her memory, and she quickly uses it. "Thoft, what the **** just happened?" Quite a first impression you're making. The thought went through her mind for a moment before action interrupted her processes.

The door to the room opened and Lydia, on instinct, forced her floating body away from the table. Lydia recognized immediately that the room was one she had been in just before; the medical bay hadn't changed much. However, the man she saw step through the door had changed. He had changed quite a bit. Lydia couldn't help but yelp at this new change.

Giovanni came in to the room, staggering. Lydia felt pain again at the sight, more than she had expected. His arm was barely attached to his body. It was a sight that Lydia felt she never should have seen. She watches as he falls to his knees, screaming a lament at her. It made her incredibly sad to watch this. She turned up to Thoft, hoping to pull something from him. What is going on here...My god...

The entire ship shook. Lydia didn't feel her body move at all, but she saw Giovanni shake at the shift. She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, wanting to move but paralyzed by both fear and a lack of understanding. She looks to Thoft again, wondering at what would happen.

FireSpark
2008-06-10, 04:59 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Medbay

Wyndell’s chest tightened as he watched Misty finally rise, only to unsteadily cross the room to slap Giovanni across the jaw. A cold ice formed in his gut as he slowly came to his feet, watching to see if Giovanni was going to retaliate, and hoping that he wouldn’t. Fortunately, Misty made it back to the bed, and sat back down slowly, though Giovanni did have a few choice words for them. Then Matthias stepped in. Typically, Wyndell was of the mind that yelling at people didn’t tend to work very well as a motivational tool. However he could definitely accept that this was an extreme situation, and as the old axiom went, extreme situations called for extreme measures.

Once everything had calmed down, Matthias went back to answering Caroline’s question regarding Concelear radiation. His mind spun a bit, but then he did recall her asking the question. He had simply been too busy threatening Giovanni at the time to pay it any real attention. But now his mind shifted into gear, digging up everything his memory held on Concelear radiation. The reasons of generation, the methods of channel and control, and even the affects it had on biological substance. However, in all his memory, the only source that Wyndell knew for Concelear radiation was a vessel that was either traveling at hyper-see speeds by way of a jump core, or one that had just finished a jump. But his memory was three thousand years out of date.

As Matthias continued speaking, Wyndell’s HUD began flickering as it started to receive new input from the PCT lying on the shelf. There was too much information trying to be crammed on however, and it all just blurred together. Wyndell touched Misty’s arm softly as he headed over to the PCT to clear things up. He didn’t know why he did it, but rather it felt almost instinctual. As he got to the PCT, Wyndell looked back over at Misty sitting on the surgical bed. Her eyes seemed deep, and her skin was paled from exhaustion. And yet when he looked at her he didn’t feel sorry for her, or any sort of pity. What he felt could only be described as concern, but even that wasn’t enough. Wyndell couldn’t seem to come up with a word strong enough to describe the tightness in his chest and throat. When he realized that Misty was looking back him almost questioningly, Wyndell gave himself a shake. Get your mind back in the game Wyn. We’re not out of the woods yet.

Going to work on the PCT Wyndell was able to quickly sift and sort the plethora of images and information floating over the screen. What he saw gave him pause, and Wyndell swore for a moment that he actually felt the blood draining from his face. The native intruder had been located, and was in fact under the eye of one of the ships security sensors. In his had he held the pulsing orb of one of the A.I.s that they had encountered upon their arrival in the cave on the surface. The man was exhibiting the classic signs of internal bleeding and damage, and though the image was not clear, Wyndell could have sworn that the man’s arm was beginning to buckle and distort. But it was neither of these things that caused Wyndell to pale so quickly. He had quickly surmised why someone would want to take what was essentially a Concelear emitting device into the engine.

“Ah s**t.”

An FTL core was an enormously complex device. And like all technological devices before it, the more complex something was, the more sensitive it was to external stresses. Ironically enough, Concelear radiation was one of those things that could really throw an FTL core off kilter, and thus why next to the personnel areas, the engine room was one of the most shielded parts of any ship. Too much radiation built up in an active core and you could risk permanent damage, but a radiation build up in a shutdown core? It could cause an energetic cascade within the exotic elements that made up the central nucleus of a drive core. If that happened, then the Chasing the Second Star would cease to resemble an ancient space vessel, and instead would convert into crater form in a most explosive fashion. But not today.

Quickly pulling up schematics for the vessel, Wyndell had an idea. A series of ideas actually. And in spite of the dire nature of the situation, Wyndell couldn’t but grin to himself.

“We have a problem. But I have a plan.”

Snatching up the PCT and slinging it over his shoulder, and making sure to pick the laser scalpel back up, Wyndell started for the center of the room.

“Matthias. Our intruder is headed for engineering, where the FTL core is in shutdown mode I might add, and apparently those AI spheres have found some way to tear up subspace without making an FTL hump. And I’m sure you know what that means.”

Coming to stand by the surgical bed, Wyndell watched as Thoft and Lydia fainted almost simultaneously. And though normally he would be one of the first by their sides, they had more continued speaking.

“I recommend that you and Janks head back to the engineering bay. Janks can give you cover, and if we’re fortunate, put this intruder out of our misery. While you can try and fire up the main fusion reactors. I have every intention of getting off this rock, and I’m starting to think the sooner the better. Misty, if you’re up to it, I could use a hand on the bridge.”

Making for the door, Wyndell had one last thought.

“Crewman Erickson. I realize that you’re in kind of a tough spot right now, quite intimately so, but I could really use the assistance of someone with your level of familiarity of the ship. But only if you’re up to it. And Giovanni. We may not agree on some things, and frankly I don’t really care if we ever agree on anything again. But if Janks does leave, I want you to lock this door, and don’t open it unless you here from us.”

Turning then to open the door, with a last look to the newly unconscious members of the team, Wyndell stepped cautiously out in the hall with laser scalpel in hand.

TheOutlander
2008-06-10, 08:44 PM
Thoft- The Miasma of the Space-Time Paradox

As Thoft tried to cover Lydia from the horrors of her own mind, he felt himself pull away, and be carried with the tide, leaving his body to painlessly hit the floor. While Thoft was pretty sure the situation was dire as he left his body, as he felt himself pull Lydia away from hers, and into a hell he could only dream of.

or... The ship. With more things going wrong.

"Well, that's less than Ideal."

Thoft said, placing his hand through the table as he learned he was incorporeal.
Then, Lydia died. not his Lydia, and when he says his Lydia he doesn't mean that he owns her, but only that she is in his care, not that she needs taken care of, but she's the one that Thoft actually knew....

It wasn't the Lydia that came with him who died.

That's when she started yelling at him. not that he didn't deserve it by any means. Thoft was actually Impressed she was cogent, not many mundanes could have made the trip to what Thoft liked to call "The Astral Plane" without splintering their personalities, or becoming nothing at all, but then again, upon closer inspection, Lydia was not mundane. It was subtle, but beautiful, like adding salt to a watermelon, no wonder she had such an effect on him.

"The **** is this: I messed up. I tried to take you out of your drug induced reverie, and I kind of took you out of your body, still a neat trick for a guy who's lost over two pints of blood from the transfusion, the nosebleeds and other such things but still, not what I was going for. So much for first impressions. "

Thoft lost his train of thought as the man he once recognised walked in, holding what was left of his arm in his other. looking at the dead Lydia, Giovanni wept because of what happened, Thoft took a wild guess and figured it wasn't good.

Thoft heard lydia's thoughts as clear as he heard his own, perhaps the Aether had more in store for them than he had thought.

The ship rocked, and Thoft instinctively grabbed for a ledge, forgetting that he was incorporeal.

Lydia looked to him with a pleading sigh.

"If I had to guess where we are, I'd say we're in one of an untold billion different futures, which is the closest to our present as i can figure the universe is headed. Not much in the way of metaphysics but that's what I've gathered from the trip over here."

Thoft saw that she was in shock, whether from the fear of her new environment, or because she was in her first out of body experience, she seemed utterly shaken.

"Thought." Thoft said, snapping his fingers, "If we can figure out what Giovanni saw, then we can stop this from happening. a chance for a way out." Thoft looked into her eyes, "Back home."

The irony was not lost on Thoft who knew that the god forsaken ship he was on was anything but home, but onward he plunged into the nightmare, assaulting the gates of hell.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-11, 06:31 AM
Giovanni

How do you plan on getting rid of whatever that native is carrying that's producing the radiation? If Matthias and Janks are in there working... Well, i bet they don't wanna be doing that with radiation spewing right next to them. Its a sound plan other than that, but I just thought we should address that point. As he speaks, he sets Lydia down, and moves to thoft to make sure he's still breathing and nothing seems horribly out of place. Real quick before anyone goes anywhere, lets get these two up on beds. Its the least we can do for them. Giovanni walks back and picks of lydia, and walks over to the nearest bed to lay her on it.

Gig_Complex
2008-06-11, 06:06 PM
Oscar, Lucky and Then Some

Coughing slightly Oscar turned slightly to the man who had patched him up,

Like I said the name's Lucky, but anyways looks like I'm the only one left with any actual memory of the ship so I guess I can't really say no. Plus you saved my life so it's not like I'm gonna say **** off.

Swinging himself up off the table Oscar is noticable wary of those around, even though the verbal sparring had stopped.

I'm not sure if it is of any relavance, but that sphere that the prick that cut me looked a good deal like those that were hooked up to Thoft's and mine cyro-pods. So after we take care of this **** we should probably see if their giving off that radiation crap too.

Now turning to the now crumpled Thoft,

Well I'm not sure what your lady friends connection to the rest of you guys, but Thoft here is fellow crewmember and I'm not just going to let his ass lie there on the floor, so if any of you mind helping me?

With or without anyone's assitance Oscar attempts to manhandle Thoft up onto the medical table he had been on before dusting himself off.

Now I'm not sure exactly what might have been nicked and what might not have been but I really don't want to go up against that ****ing prick that cut me without a nice knife or club or something at least to keep the distance.

tgva8889
2008-06-12, 05:21 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Out of Body, Into Mind

Lydia sort of just turned her head away as Thoft finished speaking the first time, so that she barely realized that he had ended his words with the same set of words she had just thought a few minutes before.

Thoft's explanation seems to hit Lydia harder than she expected. So this is a ******* alternate reality? So this hasn't happened yet, but most likely will. A reality formed by a set of choices, is that it? Lydia thought of something she'd heard before, or read before, or something. She remembered it, because for the longest time she'd believed it. It was this weird belief that there were countless alternate universes in existence, each one created by a different choice made by someone in their lifetime. There was a universe where someone's hovercar turned left instead of right. There was a universe where someone's father lived in the accident. There was a universe where someone's...hadn't died on some godforsaken planet in the middle of no where. There was a universe where something had changed because someone had decided to eat a sandwich rather than go out and make a child.

Lydia cried. She cried and Thoft explained his idea to her. For a few moments, she looked down and tried to think of a response. Come up with something useful to say. What's wrong with you? He's dead, you know it. It's painful, fine. Let it go. There are bigger things happening right now. You can be sad for yourself after you figure out why you're here. Pulling her head back up, Lydia began to talk. "Thoft, you're trying to tell me that we can stop this from happening? What if I don't want to stop this from happening? Look at me down there. I'm dead. Is that so terrible? I've never been there before. It'd probably be better than whatever hell I've been forced into now that I'm off that goddamn ship." The tears had stopped falling down her face, but something she'd just said seemed to make her want to start crying again.

Some of those words made Lydia think a bit more. So, is this it? Is this everything there is? You fall in love, one of you dies, the other dies and that's it? That's all there ******* is? Why are we even born if all we're supposed to do is fall in love and die? Tears fall down her cheeks, now swollen as she looks back up at Thoft. "How do you know we're not all better off dead, huh? Death sure as hell looks better to me now than whatever the hell's going on in my real life! I don't know about you, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to a body that's just been high on that goddamn drug again. I am ******* tired of being alive at this point." The anger and sadness in her voice are obvious, but so is the strain. It's as though she's trying to convince herself. And, to a point, she was. No matter what she said, Lydia would cling on to the feeling that she knew was real. She knew she couldn't feel that if she was dead.

"Why do I want to go back? Why do you even want to go back? We're on a ship somewhere on some godforsaken rock with a bunch of murderers!" Lydia was having a little trouble with her grasp on reality now. Her hands were shaking. In fact, her entire body was shaking. With nothing to hold, Lydia nervously held her arm again, still crying and shooting glances at her own dead form and Giovanni's severed arm. Part of her wanted to never see anything again. And part of her knew exactly what they would see if they decided to find out what the hell was going on.

Mordokai
2008-06-12, 02:59 PM
Misty Reviere - Medbay

Hearing Giovanni's reply to her accusations, Misty gives it a brief thought. She really didn't remember anything like this ever happening. What was he talking about? This really was going on long enought, if she was forgeting things like this. Matthias's ranting about the whole thing wasn't helping out in the slightest. Sighing to herself, ahe almost gets up and appologises to Giovanni when Wyndell's PCT starts flashing. As he gets up and heads over to it, he touches her hand on his way there.

Why did he do that? Is he trying to convey something to me?

Not having a time to mill on this anymore as she finds him looking her in the eyes, she looks back at him without blinking, not sure what she is trying to do by this. His eyes were inquisitive, but also understanding in a strange kind of way.

We really need to talk. One way or another, he will find out. Might as well be from me.

That's when Wyndell curses and it brings Misty out of her reveire. As he starts explaining about his plan and asks for her help, she just nods and picks herself up.

"I can help, I believe. But I'm not in shape to fight anymore." A faint smile crosses her lips at that, but is soon gone. "If you have some kind of gun or small firearm, I might be of bigger use."

TheOutlander
2008-06-12, 03:51 PM
Thoft-Alternate Reality

Looking at the now crying Lydia, Thoft responded.

"You're so cynical that you would rather have all of us die? that we as individuals do not deserve to live? Have you truly given up on yourself that you don't feel that your life can get better?"

She continued before he spoke again.
"Being given a second chance is something to be celebrated, and used. Who cares about drugs, they're nothing but chemicals that can raise and lower brain responses to stimulai, addictive, perhaps, irreversably addictive? not when you have your powers."

He continued.
"So your lover is dead. It's hard, but you learn to move on, don't go all juliet on me, not here, not now." Thoft said, angry at being called a murderer, but knowing the truth behind it. He had to snap her out of it, he had to get answers. He had to survive, and he needed her to do so.
Grabbing onto her shoulders he looked her in the eye.
"I need to go back. And You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

ubersquid
2008-06-12, 05:37 PM
Janks - medical bay

Janks listens to Wyndell's plan while he leans against the wall next to the doorway, still fiddling around with the pistol.

After a while, the fiddling transforms into a monotonous sequence of removing and reinserting the clip and when Oscar is finished, he shoves the clip in one last time and looks up to him.

"I'm ready"

ForzaFiori
2008-06-13, 06:06 AM
Giovanni

Guys, we still gotta solve the fact that whatever is giving off the radiation is still gonna be inside the ship, whether we kill this guy or not. Giovanni says again. Plus the fact that anyone who gets close enough to kill him is probably gonna get hit with a good bit of radiation. It's the man's best defense, the fact that anyone who wants to get up close and personal will probably wind up looking like him.

FireSpark
2008-06-13, 12:59 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Headed for the Bridge[b]

Wyndell grimaced at Giovanni’s questions, as he turned back to look at the man. His grimace became a soft grunt as he noticed that Oscar had gotten out of bed and was presently trying to wrestle Thoft off the floor. Hurrying over to the two, he helped Oscar leverage Thoft up and onto a medical bed.

[b]“Take it easy, uh, Lucky. I just got you all zipped up, and I’d really hate for you to go popping a seam on me now.”

That done, Wyndell dusted his hands off, an age old mannerism that served no real purpose in most situations, including this one. Heading back over to the door where Misty was waiting, with Oscar in tow, Wyndell went ahead and answered Giovanni’s questions.

“First and foremost, as it seems to be your main concern, the radiation that the sphere is giving off is a little strong yes, but it is dissipating after only a few feet in real space. That’s why the native is trying to get at the core. He has to be close, practically inside it actually. Secondly, the level of radiation would not be too harmful if kept to a minimum, say under a minute. And finally, we need Matthias to fire up the reactors so we can get orbital. After that, whether the intruder is dead already or not, we can just flush everything out an airlock and be done with it. Now, time is of the essence, and I intend make it back into space within the hour if not much sooner. Anyone who is coming with me, it’s time to move.”

This time with much less hesitation, Wyndell heads out into the hallway, laser scalpel in hand.

tgva8889
2008-06-14, 06:00 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Out of Body, Into Mind

When he mentioned the drugs, Lydia was about to start another outburst of emotion. He kept talking, but she only barely listened as Thoft tried to talk her out of what her mind was driving her to do. "Have you ever been addicted to a drug? Do you know what it did to me? You know what those people are doing on that ship? We're all goddamn fugitives. Someone killed someone else, someone committed a few too many robberies, someone tried to drive a goddamn hovercar through a window in an effort to kill herself and got caught driving high. We're all trying to make lives for ourselves after we screwed up. I screwed myself up once on that stupid ******* drug. I'm already on my second try, you don't get more than that. My life's already over." Tears were still streaming down her face. Her voice wavered halfway through the words, sadness welling up in her eyes near the end. Once she'd finished, she turned away for a moment as the tears started falling.

Then something about what he had said hit her, something she'd ignored previously. Lydia felt herself turning towards him, confusion forming on her face as the tears began to stop flowing. Words formed, and she started asking questions, desperate for answers. "How do you know about...h...h-him? How...How do you know what you know?"

The hands hit her shoulders. Lydia could feel Thoft's eyes on her, as though they were boring straight through her mind, seeing beyond what she could comprehend. As he spoke, Lydia's resolve broke down. She stopped crying. She stopped thinking at all. Her head nodded in response, all she felt capable of doing for the moment. Her left arm fell from its position holding the other, now just as limp as the rest of her body felt. All she could do was stare back into his eyes and nod.

Inspectre
2008-06-14, 08:34 PM
Aware that time was truly of the essence now, Matthias quickly looked over a map of the ship, memorizing the quickest route from the medical bay to the engine room. This done, he quickly moved to quickly scoop up one of the remainning laser scapels. It wasn't a whole hell of a lot, but hopefully the native was weakened badly enough that Matthias could do some damage if it proved necessary, but the native wasn't the intended target for the scapel.

"I don't know if you're going to be able to keep up with me Janks given your um . . . wound there. If you can't keep up, I'd appreciate it if I could borrow the pistol, and you stay here or something. Speed is going to be very important right now. And hopefully the Concealer radiation won't be a problem for me - a little gift from Genetech."

Smiling grimly, Matthias moves out into the corridor and breaks into a run, following the path he had mapped out in his mind. If Janks is unable to keep up, Matthias will quickly double back to take the pistol from him before continuing on at top speed.

The_Snark
2008-06-15, 03:34 AM
Caroline Walker- Medbay

The logs, it seemed, were not empty; Brother Human or another had kept them up to date, and perhaps the ship's history was not as dry as she thought. Ship defenses were passable on the exterior and nonexistent in the interior. She'd see what she could do there; control of the environment made for an effective tactical and strategic aid, after all.

She tried a simple ploy first: the bulkhead door nearest the native. She carefully cut the standard emergency protocols to the door—she didn't want any of the other doors sealing as safety precautions—and then commanded the door to shut, overriding its normal functions rather than falsifying a hull breach (they didn't need alarms going off). Blocking the native's path to the engine might buy the others enough time to remove him; the sphere might be able to unseal the bulkhead, but it would at least cost it a little time or effort. She hoped; she knew little of the spheres' limits.

Absorbed as she is, a few things make it through, mostly heard rather than "seen"—her electronic senses were otherwise occupied. She didn't notice the dispute until it very nearly turned violent; Conway's interruption was most fortunate. She concentrated on the medbay a little more, tensing to see whether the others would calm themselves. Stress is perfectly understandable here, given the situation, and most of us are convicts. People considered dangerous by society. Predictable that there would be some conflict. But foolish, inefficient, dangerous. Thankfully, they seem to realize it. Even more thankfully, none accept Conway's offer of a quick death.

None of them could be permitted to die; Brother Human had told her how necessary they were. She'd been tensed the whole time, ready to object if one of them gave up. But instinct was on Caroline's side here, and they opted to survive.

With her senses more focused on the medical bay, she notes that they have only one pistol and an apparently empty rifle for all of them, and performs a simple search for the armory and its current inventory. One other person's mutterings present themselves to her ears now:

"Check the jump sensors...check the jump sensors...everyone must know...everyone must know..."

Why would the spheres want to disrupt the jump drive, she wondered? And remembered. In the repository, when the spheres had engaged the scourge, she had dimly "heard" them as they blocked off FTL travel. The spheres are dangerous, mad. But have they completely betrayed their original purpose? Brother Human hadn't thought so... Suspicious, she examines the jump drive; she had no idea what the consequences of an FTL jump in atmosphere—in an enclosed space, too—would be, but she suspected it would be lethal. If it were active—the sphere's way of disabling the jump drive was suboptimal since it left them incapable of FTL, but it might be that they were working towards the right goal with the wrong methods.

Pwenet
2008-06-15, 06:22 PM
Narration #18 –Saving the Gates of Salvation


Somewhere where the Watchers Watch
TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free and high as a kite
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationThe conversations between the two of you goes unnoticed by Giovanni who drags himself to a medical kit. Looking down at his arm in shock he pulls out a laser scalpel and with a grim look to his face turns it on. Biting his lip he brings it to the remains of his arm, burning the flesh away and cauterizing the wound. His lips starts bleeding and then he screams out in pain as his arm falls to the ground, but no longer is bleeding a concern for him. Dropping the scalpel with numb hands he stumbles away drenched in a cold sweet with another figure enters the hatchway.

His face is a mass of burned flesh with metal jabbed into it. The clothing he wears looks similar to a prison uniform but there is a lot more blood on it. Additional metal piercings dot the flesh along with burn marks that look to have been caused by high doses of radiation. His face comes into view from the shadows and you two can see that it is some twisted version of Wyndell.

”What’s the matter? Didn’t like looking into the end of everything, to realize everything is useless and doomed! Join my brothers Giovanni, you already are looking more and more like us every second.”

Rubbing his head as if that little speech was causing him pain Wyndell approaches Giovanni, in one hand a blood piece of metal, in the other a bloody crowbar. Giovanni tries to push himself back but weak from blood loss and the pain he does not get very far and starts to shake as Wyndell approaches. In the hatchway other figures approach, with similar self-mutilation like Wyndell. They crouch and watch growling at each other.

”No answer! Then join Lydia for a time!”

Raising the crowbar he starts beating upon Giovanni, splitting skin apart with the force of the blows, breaking bones and rupturing internal organs. The other two figures start gesturing happily at the beating. Yet Wyndell avoids dealing any blows that would be fatal, and with each blow more and more of his humanity fades away from his face replaced with a fanatical look. Dropping the crowbar he falls to his knees and starts EATING GIOVANNI!.

At that moment both of you realize what Wyndell has become, what the other two figures are who rush to join in the feast as Giovanni screams weakly.

REAVERS!

Men driven mad by something out in the Outer Rim territories, they were the bogymen of the time period. Beyond standard madness they ate the still living flesh of their victims, wearing their skin as clothing and mutilating themselves. Their ships were radioactive disasters floating through space, a miracle that they were still working. A plague upon the Outer Rim territories the Inner Rim considered them mostly a legend and never devoted much effort to hunting them down or finding out what caused them to lose their humanity.

Yet it seems that in this twisted plane of existence you found yourselves in Wyndell was exposed to whatever caused it, driving him into their clutches. He rises from the twitching corpse, face smeared in blood and he howls at the ceiling as the other two Reavers continue their gruesome feast.



Chasing the Second Star – Bridge
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is an adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.
Medical Laser Scalpel – A common medical tool this scalpel generates a laser that can be adjusted to determine the amount of time it would take to cut through flesh and bone. At the lowest level it will slowly cut open skin, at the highest it has been compared to a “lightsaber” from some obscure movie back in the 20th century, however at the highest power setting it will drain the battery in a matter of minutes. It can cut flesh and cauterize it at the same time aiding in surgeries to help control bleeding.
Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow wound penetrating left shoulder – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound lower back – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound left upper thigh – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationLeaving the medical bay the two of you run into no resistance whatsoever. Walking through the corridors the lights seem to brighten as you walk the short distance towards the bridge. Reaching the hatch it is easily opened and the two of you step inside.

With only dim red lighting providing illumination your eyes barely start adjusting when the normal ship running lights activate. Taking a long look around Wyndell can see various control panels powering up, as if they were waiting for someone to enter the area. Checking them over he notices that the settings are all set to keep the ship in standby, waiting for something. However it seems that systems are slowly starting to power themselves back up now that there is human habitation in the chamber.

As for Misty her gaze falls upon systems that she has no clue the purpose of. At the far end is a powered off display, with no view of the outside. While Wyndell is focused on the controls she notices the empty spots on the walls where various emergency kits should be mounted, indicating that someone has been here and taken what they wanted.

However there are no obvious signs of damage, in fact the entire bridge is pristine, as if it is ready for its maiden voyage.

Chasing the Second Star – Corridor to Main Engineering
Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle (Empty) – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationThe two of you step out of the medical bay after Wyndell and Misty leave. Janks apparently likes having a pistol so he keeps his grip on it. Running down the corridor it takes barely a minute to reach where the native should be. The two of you catch a glimpse of him as he staggers down the corridor almost too main engineering.

Then an emergency bulkhead seals shut in the natives face, just barely missing crushing him.

Jumping back he hisses and turns and sees you with eyes crying blood. Waving the sphere at you he screams something in the native language which neither of you understand which is also joined by him coughing up blood. Yet his other hand is steady as he pulls out a blood soaked knife and twirls it with a blur of motion. Smiling he chants something that sounds like a chant and rushes towards the two of you superhumanly fast and quick.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: Partially slashed throat – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationWithin her electronic vision Caroline reaches out through the ship systems. Seeing the native clearly as he makes his final walk towards the engineering section of the ship she accesses the closest bulkhead that would stop the native. Working through the safety systems takes time for they are stubborn and do not want to deviate from their stand functions. Time grows short yet the battle for the safety measures is lost and the bulkhead seals shut, just barely missing the native. You are aware that Matthias and Janks have both made it to the native and the native has noticed them as well, and he starts cursing in his language at them as he prepares himself for battle. Readying his knife he then launches himself towards the two of them as superhuman speeds.

As for Oscar he manages to get the two unconscious forms onto beds. The scanners activate and reveals that they are still breathing and have a low pulse. Their brainwave scans however start raising alarms however the readouts make no sense to anyone without a degree in the medicinal arts, yet they seem to be stable at the moment.

Finally for Giovanni his concerns fall upon deaf ears as he watches the others leave the medical bay for their respective destinations.

FireSpark
2008-06-16, 12:42 AM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Bridge

Stepping onto the bridge, and as the lights came up, Wyndell could almost taste the hope in the air. Emanating mostly from him of course. Finally he was in his element, where he thrived.

“God it’s good to see a functional bridge again.”

Taking a quick stock of the bridge, he found all the stations to be in apparently working order, powering up even as he glanced around. He did notice though that most of the emergency supplies, and other such loose things such as tool kits and what-not, were decidedly absence. Everything that wasn’t nailed down, metaphorically speaking, seemed to have been removed. A quick recollection, and Wyndell remembered Lucky mentioning something to that extent, but he had been too busy at the moment to really pay it any heed. Now he could only mumble to himself.

“I hope we don’t need all that stuff.”

Making a quick walk around he took in the work stations that were present. Two science focused stations, an engineering station, helm, operations, a combined communications and tactical station, and one spare terminal for general purpose use. Then there was the conn, the Captain’s chair. A spartan, but still comfortable looking, chair place at the center of it all. Placing a hand on one of the armrests of that chair, Wyndell closed his eyes as went over everything in his head, forming a plan of action. Nodding his head to himself when he arrived at one, he gave the armrest a strong pat and then headed for the operations station. His first plan was to do something with his PCT that was both useful, and yet allowed him to not have to lug it around constantly. And useful it was already, having been severely ‘upgraded’ by the spheres, before the Brother Human AI swept them clear.

Going over the status information that was beginning to scroll by, Wyndell nodded to himself again, satisfied that the system really were powering up. Kneeling down in front of the station, he removed the access panel to the station’s inner workings. After a few moments of looking over the wiring, he reached in and disconnected a number of cables that he determined to be inputs arriving from the ship’s main computer core. These he then connected into one set of the PCT’s input jacks. Then, pulled the PCT output jack free some, and connected directly into the stations terminal processor. Then locating the cables that would normally be used for a physical, and probably emergency rerouting of the stations control functions, he plugged those too into a set of the PCT’s input jacks. Once all was said and done, the sixty second operation had effectively slaved the super PCT into the Chasing the Second Star’s operations systems, and by proxy the entire ship. His hope was that they would not only benefit from the enhanced processors, but also, any assistance that Brother Human could provide through the PCT, could now utilize the whole ship.

Making sure the unit was secure, Wyndell replaced the access panel with a little wedging, and got back up. Typing quickly at the terminal, Wyndell initiated a low level station diagnostic, then darted to the engineering station. On his way there, he saw Misty glancing about, looking fairly out of place. But he had asked her along for reason, other than keep him company. He was going to need all the eyes and hands he could get.

“Misty, come over here so I can show you something.”

Waiting for Misty at the engineering station, Wyndell smiled softly as she came to stand by him. Leaning over he brought the station’s input screen to life with a tap.

“Here, I’m going to show you something. It’s fairly simple.”

Typing quickly at the inputs, for it wasn’t his typing he was wanting Misty to see, but rather the result. It was the same command for a low level diagnostic that he had just started on the operations station. He finished inputting his request, but stopped before executing the command. Then straightening back up, he pointed at the command input line for emphasis.

“See? Right here. I could use your help by going around to all these other stations, and inputting the command instructions as I have written here. It tells the station to run a quick diagnostic on its systems and control functions.”

Putting a hand on the side of her shoulder, and smiling again, he tried to reassure any doubts before she could even think of them.

“And don’t worry about a thing. If you have any questions, just ask. But you’re a smart one, and quick on the uptake, so you’ll do just fine.”

And with that, Wyndell executes the diagnostic command on the engineering station, and gives Misty a final squeeze on the shoulder as heads back over to the operations station and sits down to work. Now all we need are those generators taken off standby. C’mon, Matthias.

ubersquid
2008-06-17, 05:25 PM
Janks - Corridor to Main Engineering

As soon as the native comes into view, Janks raises the pistol, takes aim and without giving anything about the mans gestures pulls the trigger. The lack of a full automatic mode and the relatively low recoil on the pistol allows him to readjust his aim between the shots, allthough he still presses the trigger quite rapidly and doesn't stop until his target drops and stops moving.

"This one's for my A**!"

Should this not happen before the ammo runs out, he will throw the pistol away and bring the rifle from his shoulder to prepare a swing.

forum has been quite unstable the last few days and i didn't have time to check every hour, hopefully it goes back up to normal soon

The_Snark
2008-06-20, 06:09 PM
Caroline Walker- Medbay

Detached, Caroline notes activity on the PCT—it had been physically hooked up to the ship's systems. She didn't know whether that was necessary or not; was it her who was connected to them, and the PCT only through her, or was it the other way around? It couldn't hurt, though.

As he types a diagnostic request, she absently relays the information she had found to the monitor it had been typed into—she hadn't had the time or technical knowledge to know what all the details meant, but she knew that the ship's systems had been well maintained, and she did have the details. First, however, she displays a simple text overview. ALL SYSTEMS RUNNING WITH REDUCED POWER TO CONSERVE ENERGY _

FUEL RESERVES LOW _

ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL _

Then she displays the more technical readout, since Wyndell was an engineer of some variety. Her attention is diverted between that and watching Matthias and Janks confront the native; that was critical, but there was nothing she could do at the moment to help.

The medical bay itself is calm, quiet. Relaying the information she already had to the monitors as they were requested took only a fraction of her attention. After a few moments, she opens the oldest of the ship's logs. She wasn't urgently needed, and the logs might help fill in her incomplete sketch of what had happened in the last three thousand years.

Inspectre
2008-06-21, 05:40 PM
Readying the laser scalpel, Matthias sets it to maximum power and minimal focus area. Although still hardly equivalent to a good engineering plasma torch, the pin-point laser blade should still have considerable cutting power before the battery went out. Watching the native approach, Matthias prepared himself to thumb the activation control - he wouldn't have much time to use the scalpel before it ran out of power with this level of output.
Beside him, Janks taunted the native as he unloads a good portion of the pistol's clip at him.

(Assuming that's enough to drop the native.)

As the native falls, Matthias immediately approaches, throwing himself down onto his knees next to him. A second later, and he's flicked the laser scalpel on, driving it down into the surface of the metal sphere like a knife. Hopefully, even with all their advanced technology, the alloys with which the sphere was constructed would not be able to withstand the high-intensity laser, and would melt into slag. And then hopefully, the Concealer radiation would cease and begin to dissipate, instead of somehow exploding, sucking Matthias into hyperspace, or otherwise adding even more complications to Matthias's already stress-filled struggle for survival.

(If the native's still coming)

As the native rushes forward, Matthias considers his options. The native was a serious threat, but so was the sphere. Then again, a knife in the gut would kill him in seconds, while the Concealer radiation would hopefully take a minute or two to become absorbed in his tissues to dangerous levels. So knife-wielding native first. He was stronger and faster than Matthias . . . but not neccessarily as cognizant of technology.

Thumbing the scalpel on, Matthias aims his swing for the native. However, he tries to angle his swing such that the native would hopefully go for an easy block rather than dodging his calculated wild swing. But the laser scalpel was pure energy, and not a physical object which meant that the native's blade couldn't stop it. Hopefully this would mean that Matthias's attack would pass through the native's guard and embed the laser scalpel's blade nicely right in his chest. At worst, the laser scalpel would hopefully weaken or break the native's own weapon as the laser scalpel passed over the metal, heating it considerably even in the brief contact that the two weapons shared.

Mordokai
2008-06-22, 11:07 AM
Misty Reviere - Chasing the Second Star
Bridge

All the talking about bloodthirsty natives and radiation wasn't doing much to calm Misty. But she realised that if they wanted to move further(wherever that was) and if she wanted to get some sleep she so needed... it would have to be done, sooner or later. And the longer they postponed it, the uglier it would get. So, when Wyndell gets on the move, she picks herself up and follows him as quickly as her wounds allow her. Bandaged as they may be, they still hurt and the last thing she wanted to risk now was reopening them by overextending herself.

After a short time, they arrive to bridge. After opening the hatch, Misty is pretty amazed at the state in which the bridge is. It almost looks like it was never used before. If it wasn't for various spots where she assumes various tool kits and similar... stuff was, she'd be pretty sure there was nobody here at all. When Wyndell walks into the room, she slowly follows him, looking around, rubbing her arm a little absentmindedly. Here it was happening again. He was in his element and she was totally out of it. Really, why did he wanted her to join? As she looks at him, seeing him with closed eyes, obviously devising some clever plan again, she turns away and looks the other way.

Perhaps I should get some knowledge of these things? From the looks of it, it would do me much more good than all the poison knowledge I posses. Sure, I can kill human with it, but from the looks of it, that won't be concern soon anymore.

Wrestled out of her thoughts by sounds of Wyndell's voice, she quickly turns around towards him and looks him in the eyes. When he explain what he wants her to, she gives him the shocked look.

"Wyndell, I'm... I'm not sure if I can do that. I know next to nothing about these things."

But when he shows her what he expects her to do, she is almost sure even she could do that. So, when he puts an arm on her shoulder and ask her for help, she smiles at him and nods, going around the room, doing what he told her to do. Sudenly feeling the need to say something, she blurts out without thinking:

"So Wyndell... how did you find yourself here?"

Realising what she just did, she clasps her hand over her mouth, looking at him with shock in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me! It's none of my bussines to ask such questions!"

Not sure what more to say, she just looks at him, waiting what he will say.

ForzaFiori
2008-06-22, 04:27 PM
Seeing little going on in the Med Bay, Giovanni decides to get some rest. Seeing Caroline awake, he goes over to her. I'm taking a nap. Wake me up if anything important happens, ok? Thanks. He lays down on one of the tables next to the two unconscious people and closes his eyes.

TheOutlander
2008-06-22, 10:13 PM
Thoft- The miasma of the mind

Looking at the horrid spectacle, Thoft gripped Lydia's hand, half for her comfort, half for his, and moved closer to the tripped-out-on-brawndo-looking-for-a-good-peice-of-raw-meat Odyesseus. But when he looked at him for the first time in a different light, he knew that it wasn't him.

Odysseus was dead.

Who was the crazed man he was looking at?

Thoft peered into the man-thing's thoughts, and as quickly as he did, he knew he shouldn't have. Continuing to probe for information leading up to the crisis, Thoft could not help but feel intense anger and hatred, as if it were welling up within him.

FireSpark
2008-06-25, 02:49 PM
Wyndell Tendarri - Chasing the Second Star
Bridge

Wyndell was busily going through the ship’s operational startup configurations, and removing things he considered non-essential. Things like exterior lighting and the EVA bays, he set to not power up. A few things he did consider important, like weapons and jump sensors, he set to be powered up once flight capabilities had been achieved. He had then moved on to the ship’s currently powered systems, and began reducing or completely deactivating unnecessary systems and sections, or other wise shunting the power elsewhere to make the most of whatever was left in the meta-batteries. He was just in the middle up shutting down the mess hall when Misty spoke up with her question. Wyndell’s hand froze momentarily over the control panels he was operating. He looked up as Misty exclaimed her shock at her words.

“No. Oh no Misty, it isn’t a problem. I mean, natural curiosity was bound to overcome somebody eventually. And after all, we have been through a lot in a short amount of time, and having people around that you actually know tends to make that sort of thing easier.”

Turning back to the input terminals, Wyndell proceeded on with what he had been doing He moved a little slower than he had before, as he divided his attention between what he was thinking, what he was saying, and what he was actually doing.

“To be honest with you, I’m here because I tried to tell the truth. As strange as that may sound.”

Wyndell hadn’t ever truly tried to explain his situation, as there had never been anyone around that didn’t already know what was going on. Putting his thoughts of the subject together for the first time in a while also caused him to look back on the events that led his incarceration, and eventually to his bizarrely current situation.

“A few years ago, relatively speaking of course, I was working at a government research facility that specialized in everything that had anything to do with space travel. Drive systems, weapons, navigation, engineering, construction, you name it. And I enjoyed it immensely. But after a while, in my goings back and forth between different programs and projects, I began to build a picture of what was going on there.”

Stopping his tapping for a moment, Wyndell crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, pondering the events he was describing, and feeling the emotions he had felt then, suddenly refreshed.

“In my time there, we had managed to greatly advance the technology and methods surrounding jump drives. On that station we had created improved physical shielding against concelear effects. We had developed more accurate sensors for more accurate jumps. But most importantly, on one of the projects that I was dedicated to most of my time there, we had managed to begin advancing the affects of jump drives. In our second test of the experimental drive we cooked up, we managed to beat the current standing distance record by almost double! And only two-thirds the concelear radiation to deal with.”

Leaning forward again, Wyndell set to work once more. This time reducing current power levels to the crew quarters to minimal, and rerouting it to his newly created essential systems sub-routines. It helped him focus on something as the anger began welling up in him. Although he wasn’t doing very well at keeping the emotion out of his voice.

“But the government, in their typical benevolent fashion, had actually been keeping all our work classified. And then once we successfully tested the new jump drive, in came the military, and locked us all down. The only ones who were to benefit from all our work was the government and the military, and that wasn’t what I signed on for. So, I stole research data. Smuggled as much as I could out of the computer core without attracting attention, and then escaped the base as undetected as possible. They didn’t catch up with me until I got home to Mars.”

Wyndell paused for moment, as he glossed over a portion of his escape, and refrained entirely from expounding on his capture any further. He dealt with those two subjects all too recently for his liking, and they could wait for another day as far as he was concerned. Clearing his throat a bit, Wyndell looked up at Misty and tried his best to smile.

“How about you?”

Mordokai
2008-06-26, 05:28 PM
Waiting for Wyndell to become furious with her, Misty is very surprised when he answers her with calm voice and explains everything to her. And then, something strange happens. The further he is getting, the more he explains, the more soul he pours out to her... the more she feels like laughting. Not out of joy, not out of happines... but because of the irony of situation. Here she thought what kind of terrible person he is, that he may be a murderer or something similar... and all the while, he's been nothing more than a guy who did the right thing. If the irony could be cut with a knife, she would be slicing fat chuncks out of it right now. When Wyndell ends with his story, she can't hold it back anymore. She tries to, but a small laught still escapes her lips. Small as it may be, Wyndell obviously still catches it. When she spots the hurt look on his face, she feels like somebody plunged the dagger made of ice into her heart. Here he was, pouring out his heart to her and she was laugthing at him. Deciding that explaining her actions would be best thing to do, she slowly steps up to him and puts one of her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm... I'm sorry Wyndell. This is not what you think. I just... couldn't keep my face straight after your story."

Getting the surprised look in return, she explains to him:

"Only the most devious and dangerous criminals get send to Hades. Murderers, rapists, terrorists and similar scum. People like me."

Looking back up at him, she continues:

"From what I've heard, you've done nothing wrong. Your only crime was staying true to yourself. You don't deserve to be here. And that's why I was laughting. To even think you could be capable of something like that... it's laughtable, downright laughtable! And yet, I did. Sorry for that."

Turning around, her voice shakes a little when she speaks again.

"You want to know what I did to get here? I was hoping I'd never have to talk about it again. However, you told me what you did, it's only fair I do so myself.

I killed Wyndell. Killed for money. Not once, not twice... but seven times. Prearranged weddings. Everything organised by yours truly. I married those guys and later got rid of them by just a right dose of poison. Would have probably gotten away with it too, if I didn't get tired of it and turned myself in. By then, I already got all the money I needed and just didn't saw any more sense in doing this any further."

Looking back at him, he can see a little tear in her eye.

"I have no excuse for what I've done. Yet, it was for good reason. Still, what I did was wrong and I accepted my punishment. From the looks of it, somebody deemed it wasn't enought, seeing everything we've been over this last few days."

Wiping the tear away with the back of her hand, she looks at him once again, small smile showing on her lips.

"Now you know Wyndell. Now you know what I have done. and now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more work to do. Wouldn't want to mess this up as I did with almost everything so far."

With that, she returns to the task he set before her few minutes ago, sure he doesn't want to speak to her at the moment.

tgva8889
2008-06-29, 01:16 AM
Lydia Morrison, of the Hope Killer - Out of Body, Into Mind

As movement begins to occur below her, Lydia turns to watch. She watches as the arm, held by such little flesh, falls to the floor in a cry of pain. Deep in her mind, she feels remorse, pain, and sadness, but somehow she does not look away. Her body seems to disobey all her rational feelings. The events draw at her mind, forcing her to watch as actions are taken around her. A laser scalpel hit the ground and Giovanni moved in fear.

Then something else entered. A man, pierced in many places by metal, a defaced mockery of a human being. Burns scarred the body, but something else scarred Lydia's perception of the being. Wyndell stared from the face, a sinister grin appearing now upon him. She felt her body shudder, but it still continued to watch. Now she wanted to turn away, to never have to see things like this ever, but she could not. Dead things should not be walking, and there was no way Lydia could imagine that Wyndell could be withstanding all the pain his body seemed to show without being undead. But he continued to stand, and soon began to talk. His words were directed towards Giovanni, who shook uncontrollably with fear. Lydia understood that more than she wanted to. Something continued to draw her mind forward, something she didn't quite understand but knew was watching her.

She then watches as Wyndell moves to Giovanni and begins to attack. A crowbar and a piece of metal coated in blood crash into the poor man, and Lydia watched. Despite trying, she couldn't do anything. Her hands refused to move, to hide her eyes or stop herself or even comfort. Lydia watched as the mockery of Wyndell flayed Giovanni's broken form. More than anything, she wanted to run, escape, flee from whatever cruel dimension this world was. Without thinking, she turned to Thoft with pleading eyes, projecting her thoughts to him. Make it stop...please make it stop...please...I can't...I...please...

In a small moment of realization, Lydia hears the screams of pain and turns back to the scene on instinct. The sight she witnesses breaks her sanity. Wyndell's doppelganger lowered his head and ripped flesh from bone. Giovanni screamed a long and terrible scream of anguish for a moment, but then the others were upon him. Two figures Lydia hadn't even seen leaped forward from behind where Wyndell had been standing and joined their partner in feasting. Lydia saw more than she'd ever wanted to see of anything in her life. Her mind which had barely been functioning before now broke to pieces.

The word appeared in her mind, and Lydia screamed. Not a terrified scream, as might be expected, but a truly insane scream. One that could be attributed to a crazy scientist having just created his first monster. Lydia turned to Thoft. A strange glint appeared in her eyes, and then she moved towards him at her fastest pace. Grabbing his arm, her expression changes from crazed to completely innocent. "I...I don't know what's happening to me...I can't...control something." She starts crying again, falling to her knees as she does.

Deep in the recesses of her mind, Lydia knew something was forming. Something that did not belong there. Something spawned by watching acts too terrible to behold. Lydia knew that she was strong enough. She knew that she could control it.

But she could only do so for so long.

Pwenet
2008-06-29, 07:27 PM
Narration #19 – Now we return you to *static*


Somewhere where the Watchers Watch
TheOutlander – Dane “Thoft” Thoftsten
Vital Statistics
Condition: Severe Mental Fatigue
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.

tvga8889 – Lydia Morrison
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Severe head wound – Treated and Healing
Under the influence of Mersical – Pain free and high as a kite
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Severed Metallic Arm of Malaki Shares – This is the severed artificial arm from Malaki. No longer connected to him it does not work, yet it is of a sturdy design and could function as an emergency weapon or tool if needed.

The NarrationPeering into the toughts of the bizarre twisted version of Wyndell Thoft feels strange. The probing is much easier, as if he is viewing things that have already happened before, where the outcome is fixed. Somehow this focuses his probing, making it far easier to push past the exhaustion. The thoughts coming from Wyndell are crazed. Pain seems to be transformed into pleasure, his keen intellect replaced by a hunger and need to survive by all means. Dread overshadows the small part of his mind that would scream in agony upon going through the cannibalism and beatings yet it cowers, as if it was exposed to something that shattered Wyndell’s faith in the universe.

Yet what dominates Wyndell’s thoughts is an object floating in space. A large circular disc that has a cylinder running down, stretching and narrowing into what you see is a black hole. The image shifts and you see that the cylinder emerges from the other side of the black hole into a similar disc size station. Traces of specifications rush through Thoft enough to give him the impression that the station running through a black hole has the same mass as planets, and was not built by human hands.

Then both Lydia and Thoft feel a tugging sensation and the sensation of weight starts draw upon them. Phantom sensations of a pulse and breathing tickle their minds, as if they are starting to awaken from a nap. The twisted realm fades away as Wyndell exits the chamber and starts laughing manically.

Open their eyes Thoft and Lydia regain consciousness at the same time. Lying on medical beds they feel none the worse for wear, and in fact a little better, as if their bodies took the unexpected downtime to recover slightly.

Chasing the Second Star – Bridge
Firespark – Wyndell Tedarri
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims – Enhanced Coordination and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Custom-Made Contacts
Custom-Made Glasses – Connected to PTC providing a HUD linkup with it.
Personal Computer Terminal - This portable computer terminal is a common piece of equipment. A universal adapter allows it to be plugged into any normal computer terminal, bypassing its functions and allowing on access to the core programming of the terminal, making it easier to make changes or access systems that shouldn't be accessed normally.

It is 17" wide and 12" long and 2" deep, and weighs about 5 pounds. The screen is an adaptive display, able to be changed to what the user prefers, and it is very durable.
Medical Laser Scalpel – A common medical tool this scalpel generates a laser that can be adjusted to determine the amount of time it would take to cut through flesh and bone. At the lowest level it will slowly cut open skin, at the highest it has been compared to a “lightsaber” from some obscure movie back in the 20th century, however at the highest power setting it will drain the battery in a matter of minutes. It can cut flesh and cauterize it at the same time aiding in surgeries to help control bleeding.
Mordokai – Misty Reviere
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Cuts, scrapes and bruises over body
Arrow wound penetrating left shoulder – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound lower back – Treated and Bandaged
Arrow wound left upper thigh – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Armored Survival Backpack – This backpack contains basic survival supplies including the following:
Vibration-charging Flashlight/Lantern – Uses the vibrations generated by movement to charge an internal power source. Need more power, shake it!
Air/Water Distiller – This device can absorb the ambient moisture in the air and collect/filter it to provide a source of drinking water. Also contains a hose that can be used to suck in water from other sources where it will be filtered and purified.
Multi-Purpose Tool Kit – Containing a small amount of tools that can be used for the most basic of repairs of devices.
Communications Relay – This device is a complex communications relay that can be used to signal orbiting ships or link various systems together to provide a means of communication.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

The NarrationBetween Wyndell and Misty it is quick work to run the diagnostics and get the ship ready for flight. The diagnostics run without any issue and indicate that everything is operations once main power is fully restored. Wyndell’s efforts prove successful as well and the ship systems start to conserve power as the non-essentials are shut off and the other systems are ready to activate once power is restored.

During the conversations that take place a warning light activates. Checking the readouts they show that there was a Concealer radiation spike, but that there are no more traces except for a small amount, barely registering on the sensors and well within the safe range, unless it was all concentrated onto one person.

Chasing the Second Star – Corridor to Main Engineering
Inspectre – Matthias Conway
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Using Stims to keep running – Enhanced Speed and Mental Functioning
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.

Ubersquid – Raul 'Janks' Jenkins
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Arrow Wound in Buttocks – Treated with Antidote that is preventing bleeding.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Repair Kit – This kit contains an assortment of tools used for common repairs along with some raw supplies that could be needed. In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing they can repair armor and even make basic ammunition with the contents.
4mm Defender Rifle (Empty) – This rifle is a standard weapon that can be used against armored targets. Firing 4mm solid state slugs it can damage/penetrate most personal body armors. Carrying a 100 round magazine per cartridge it is a very sturdy weapon as well and simple to maintain, aiding it in working in most environments despite abuse. It is fondly related to the ancient AK-47 rifle when compared to durability and reliability.
2mm Semi-Automatic Needle Pistol – This pistol uses tiny rounds that are designed to penetrate organic matter and shatter within, causing massive internal damage to the target. These rounds are ineffective against armored targets for the rounds will simply shatter against harder substances. Used on most ship as basic security because they will not penetrate the hull if discharged. Each cartridge contains 20 rounds.

The NarrationOpening fire at the native Janks shots strike true as the native charges. The shots tear away bloody bits of his body and blood splatters across the bulkhead. The native stumbles and wavers as several more shots tear open his chest. As the shattered organs fail and leave the native body in sickening chunks he falls backwards and breaths his last.

The glowing sphere falls out of his hand and starts to roll away slightly. Taking the opportunity Matthias rushes forward and stabs at the sphere with his laser scalpel. The laser penetrates the shell of the sphere and it sparks, twists in space and flashes brightly then pop’s out of existence.

Staggering back Matthias feels something strange. Looking down he sees the stump of his right arm, which is lacking the hand that would normally be there. Mid-way between where the wrist should be and elbow is a blackened burned stump with blood slowly leaking from the partially cauterized wound. Yet surprisingly there is no pain and the bleeding that is occurring is minor. The other thing that Matthias feels is a tingling sensation across his body, which he recognizes as a sign that the Concealer radiation within him is starting to build up once again, despite the 3,000 years of cyro-stasis.

But at the very least the threat of the sphere has been neutralized.

Chasing the Second Star – Medical Bay
The_Snark – Caroline Walker
Vital Statistics
Condition:
Eyeballs Burnt out of Sockets
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Emergency Medical Kit – This medical kit comes with basic bandages, medications, various devices and a compact scanner used to help treat people.

mf11 – Giovanni Fiori
Vital Statistics
Condition: Damaged Throat – Able to Breath but can only whisper.
Equipment:
Torn Prisoner Jumpsuit – The remains of a standard issue cyro-stasis prisoner jumpsuit. It preserves your modesty to the degree that the wearer desires, but offers no extra protection.
Sharp shards of a shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable. The shinbone itself was shattered and now all that remains are very sharp fragments.

Gig Complex – Oscar 'Lucky' Erickson
Vital Statistics
Condition: Partially slashed throat – Treated and Bandaged
Equipment:
Standard Ship Uniform – This uniform is made of a tough material to resist tears and scratches, with many pockets and places to attach and hold items.
Shinbone from a Corpse – Taken from one of the dead crewmembers onboard Chasing the Second Star it can serve as a cudgel, but due to the age it is not very durable.
Banjo1985 – Saul Umati
Vital Statistics
Condition: 100%; No Injuries
Equipment:
Tribal Clothing – Simple yet rugged leathers that perverse your modesty. Because of the extra time you spend out hunting you have added a nice vest and pants while most of the natives wear only a loincloth.
Hunting Bow & Arrows – A simple yet durable hunting bow that has served you faithfully for many years that has excellent range and accuracy. In addition you have a full quiver of arrows that you wear on your back.
Hunting Knife – A simple long-bladed knife that is used mainly for skinning and preparing game, though it would make a deadly weapon if used properly.
First-Contact Computer Interface Unit – Taken from a crashed probe from times long ago, this CIU has provided you the basics on spoken Common and a general history of humanity that you otherwise would never have known. It was designed to aid in first-contact situations by providing basic information on humanity to other lifeforms. Using it you found that you are not a mere slave, but rather a human as well, and that things should be much different from what they are. Luckily for you this unit is small enough to keep hidden from the rest.

The NarrationDeciding to take advantage of the lack of action going on Giovanni takes the last unoccupied table and lays down on it. Exhausted by everything that has gone on sleep comes quickly.

As for Caroline the logs sadly indicate that the ship arrived in this system about the same time that your ship suffered its misjump. The logs that far back are badly fragmented, but the crew was apparently on a survey mission in deep space, and they found something. They fled but something had happened to the drives, and the crew fled into cyro-stasis.

For several hundred years the logs consist of basic system notes as the computers keep notes on the diminishing power levels and various malfunctions start to occur as the ship drifted through space.

There is a pause as the data is sorted and processed, during which time Caroline can interact with others again.