A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[gunslinger]

[ Allen's appearance sure is special, but given to the teammates he's used to working with, Jr. is forced to come to his own conclusions regarding any of it. Allen had already mentioned his hair color changing, so Jr. naturally assumes he's a Vatican's mutant (birds of a feather!) or a cyborg. He doubts the latter simply because...Vatican...

Then again, what's up with Tim?

Resting his weight on one foot, Jr. tips to the side to peer beyond Ino and Allen and into the depths of the ship. Hmmmmmm... Should he stay out here and guard? Hell no, that's not why he was invited! He's moving to continue in before even responding. ]

What are these things, anyway? Gnosis aren't naturally tangible like this. Is there any kinda database?

[save_the_souls]

[Jr that is the rudest assumptions ever. If he knew, he'd be very torn about which one to be more offended about. But whatever, he's not going to bring it up right now.]

[Instead, he follows Jr. along as he talks. At least the rest of his party is crazy short. It'll be easy to see over them even if he's in back]

Not one of much value, right now. [Per usual.] The best we can figure is they're...giant space bugs. They started attacking when we came aboard.

[ino]

[ Shut up Allen we aren't tiny or anything okay.

Ino nods ]

Yeah, whatever they are, they're pretty clearly hostile. My communications people tried to contact them ahead of time and got nothing, sooo ...

[gunslinger]

[ If that's the case, he doubts his Ether will be much more use in analyzing them, but it's something he'll have to try. ...Before brutally killing them, of course. Therein lies the tricky part. ]

How often does this happen? Finding creepy ships with unknowns?

[save_the_souls]

[He considers the answer, how to say it]

For the fleet, this would be the first time.

For Ino and I...it's been a couple times, hasn't it?

[ino]

[ A little nod ]

Which is probably why it's best we check things out before too many people start heading this way.

[gunslinger]

[ He's happy to go! Well, not happy, but clearly willing. Look, he'll even run ahead a few feet so he can be proper security, look at him be a bro for you suspicious stalkers who know way too much about things. He's turning is back on you, isn't that trust?? Nothing at all to do with him just being eager to check out if anyone's inside. ]

I want to hear about one of the other times, though.

[ He can totally bug hunt while talking. It's the way of things! ]

[save_the_souls]

[That is totally trust sure!! Allen meanwhile will take not far behind Jr. Since hey, he's not exactly the best long range fighter here.]

[As they get deeper into the ship, they can probably hear the sounds of skittering patrols. Creepy]

Ah- well, I think the more relevant time was the first time? It was full of...space zombies, wasn't it? Necromorphs. And then there was that rock that made people crazy...?

[He glances at Ino- help him out here, his memory kind of sucks and he's had to kill so many things]