driftfleet | A cry for help

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A cry for help

[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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I was trying to find the source of the distress signal, but I didn't get too far in before more of them tried to swarm me. I'm alright though.

If you wanna try again, I can keep them off you. There's gotta be some kind of command station ... thing, in there, right?

There must be. I would really appreciate the help... do you want a gun or anything? We have some more in the armory back on the ship.

Nah, I'm good. [ She pats the pouch on her leg ] I've got plenty of weapons in here, and I can punch through a concrete wall with my bare hands, so I think the gun might be overkill.

[ Said so nonchalantly ... ]

[Beverly probably should react more to that, and she does blink one or two times, but really, what is punching through concrete when she just saw Allen grow talons and fling webs?]

Alright. Let's go. I want to get in an out as quickly as possible.

[ She knew she could count on you to find that utterly normal, Bev!

She nods, heading back towards the entrance ]

Any ideas about where they would probably put the place we're looking for? Front, center ... ?

It's hard to say for sure without knowing what sort of people built this ship, but the center is a good bet... it's more accessible to the rest of the ship and more protected from outside attack than the front is.

[ She'll nod again to confirm she understood, and heads into the ship, now. She's very much on alert, holding a knife carefully in one hand as she walks ]

Alright, stay close ...

[Beverly responds only with a nod, not wanting to bring any attention to their presence. Until she gets a look at one of the creatures in her lab, she won't know what attracts their attention... whether it's smell or thermal radiation or sound or what. They can't do much about the first two, but they can at least keep the latter to a minimum.

They walk for a while down the corridor without seeing anything. Then, suddenly, as they come to a crossing, two insects leap out at them from opposite directions! Beverly points her gun at the one closest to her, but as for Ino...]

[ Aw shit! It's okay, though -- it will immediately become clear that Ino's got this under control.

She's glancing back just for a moment to see which one Beverly's chosen to take, before stepping up to take the other. She knocks it down to the floor with a powerful kick, denting the floor beneath it from the force of the blow and causing the creature to let out an awful sound. She holds it there just long enough to stick what looks like a small piece of rather unthreatening paper to its body, before looking back briefly to check and see if Beverly's shot down the other one yet ]

[She's shot down the first one, but unfortunately, another quickly takes its place before she can shoot again. As it leaps for her, she dodges to the side, though not quickly enough. One of its pincers slices her arm open, leaving a deep gash. She involuntarily cries out in pain, even as she spins on her heel to face the creature. Before it can leap again, towards Ino, she blasts it away as well, then sinks to her knees to examine her wound more closely.]

[ Ino swears under her breath, kicking the one beneath her foot further down the walkway as it explodes in flames -- thanks, ninja exploding tags! She uses the light from the fire to see if she can spot any other bugs crawling their way, and when she's determined the danger has passed for a moment at least, she jogs over to check out the gash herself ]

Damn bugs ...

[It only takes a quick examination for Beverly to realize she's been cut to the bone. Damn that hurts! Wincing, she moves to take her medkit off her belt and hand it to Ino.]

I've got antiseptic and gauze in there. That will hold me until we can get back to my ship.

[ She takes the kit for the antiseptic to clean it up, which she does quickly. But instead of wrapping it, she just puts a hand on her arm, and it starts to glow a faint green color. Beverly will feel a strange tingling sensation as the wound appears to regrow and close up in a few short seconds ]

[Again, Beverly should probably be more surprised than she is. Several years ago, she would have been stunned by such an ability, but after she seeing what John can do... well, this is fairly similar.

She prods the place on her arm where the wound just was, to make sure it's really healed properly, then looks at Ino.]

Thank you.

[She pushes herself to her feet.]

Let's keep moving, shall we?

[ A confident smile appears on her face, after Beverly confirms that everything has been healed up properly ]

Sure thing!

[ She'll straighten and brush her knees off before pulling out a knife to carry on forward defensively, listening closely for any sounds of bugs moving around or coming closer. She might also be muttering something about how annoying it is that she can't sense the fuckers running around ... ]

[Beverly raises an amused eyebrow at Ino's muttering but doesn't say anything as she follows her down the corridor, holding her tricorder out to scan for nearby life signs. They continue unmolested for a long while, but suddenly Beverly comes to a halt, laying a hand on Ino's shoulder to stop her as well. She puts a finger to her lips to indicate silence, then shows Ino what's on the tricorder: two packs of the insects are up ahead, just around the corner.]

[ She glances at the tricorder, before slowly looking up at the corner. Nothing is peeking out, but she doesn't really want to round the corner until those things are at least MOSTLY out of the way.

She reaches into the pack on her leg, retrieving two knives and two exploding tags, tying a tag to each knife. She'll lean against the opposite wall, just barely out of sight, so she can toss the both of them in a curve around the corner. There's a brief pause before the floor shakes and there's the sound of both tags going off -- and then Ino will move protectively in front of Beverly in case any survived and are smart enough to come around the corner looking for them ]

[Beverly crouches behind Ino (which admittedly, only works so well considering their respective heights) while she throws her... grenades? Or whatever they are. Beverly will have to ask about that later. For now, she simply checks the tricorder for any more signs of life from around the corner. There's only one faint signal and it's fading quickly.

She comes out from behind Ino and slowly creeps around the corner, wary of anything that might have escaped the tricorder's notice. All she sees, however, is one severely wounded insectoid, twitching on its back. This is the first opportunity she's had to approach one of them alive and she's not going to pass it up. To scan it, she squats nearby, though not so near as to be in reach of its mandibles.]

[ She comes over to where Beverly's squatting, peering at how she's scanning it.

It moves a little, like it's trying desperately to get up and lunge at Beverly, so Ino will absently step down on its claw to keep it from going anywhere as she watches in awe ]

Man, those things are really handy.

Mmm...

[Sorry, she doesn't mean to be rude, Ino, but she's distracted by what she's seeing on the tricorder. That sinking feeling she's had in her stomach ever since she and Allen first boarded the ship has only grown. The insectoid twitches its last, then fades away. Beverly stands, her jaw tightening as she says in a clipped tone:]

Let's keep moving.

[ ... Well, that's concerning. ]

What is it?

[ She's quick to start moving again, but that doesn't sound good, and she wants an explanation ]

[She stares straight ahead, not looking at Ino as she speaks.]

The insects. I'm fairly certain they aren't an infestation: they're the crew.

[And they've been killing them. She's been killing them.]

[ ... She falls silent for a moment. ]

What makes you say that, exactly?

Their neural patterns... they're entirely too complex for a non-sentient species. That one back there was the first live one I could get close enough to for a thorough scan and well... while insectoids are less common than humanoids or even reptilians, they do exist. Admittedly I am less familiar with them than I am with the others, but I'm still certain from my readings that despite their behavior, they are intelligent people. Something is wrong with them and I intend to find out what.

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