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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[pompous_today]

[Simon stick the tip of one finger in his mouth, biting down- a nervous habit, and he takes his finger out of his mouth as soon as he does so.]

Hmmm... then that is rather strange. Did these bugs build the ship all on their own? I... I just want to try and make sense of this. It's reminding me of a derelict ship we found in my world. [There are images in Simon's mind now- empty, dark corridors as seen through the bubble of a space helmet's glass visor, the feeling of death almost smothering.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole rocks in closer, watching Simon, but looking through him to something else that is also Simon.]

Pressing in closer, the emptiness is smothering, distorted through the glass.

I don't know. There's suffering, but I can't find it. There's no death, but there's no mind. It's empty, too empty, echoing endlessly, eternal emptiness.

[He pulls Simon's hands up over his ears, holding them there and breathing slowly.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon lets his hands rest on the side of Cole's face, gently, hoping it will help him calm. He hates the memories tugging at his mind, knowing they are upsetting.]

The emptiness on the other side of the glass... it... scares me. The idea of being that close to the vacuum of space, with only the glass of a visor separating you from it.

[He nods.]

Like the bugs are all... machines. Mindlessly doing whatever task they know how to do.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole stands, rocking slightly for a long moment before dropping Simon's hands again, looking up at him.]

Machines... yes. No. They're empty. Machines have purpose. These... not right. COnfusing.

[pompous_today]

[Simon nods again.]

I think I may take River to see if we can catch one. Examine it, and see if we can find out more. Maybe... find out why they are so empty.

[killedwithlove]

How will you catch it?

[pompous_today]

River will most likely be able to disable it somehow. Or else kill it but leave enough intact so that we may carry it back to the ship. I am not sure trying to capture a live one would be a wise idea, given that they've attacked people.

[killedwithlove]

If it got free, it would hurt people.

[pompous_today]

I figured as much. Even the ones who are not actively hostile can turn so when provoked. So we will have to kill one, or else collect one of the dead ones the others have already killed.

[killedwithlove]

I can get a dead body. One of the already dead ones. Do you want one in pieces, or mostly intact?

[pompous_today]

As intact as possible, if you could. I'd like to learn as much as I can about them.

[killedwithlove]

I can do that.

[And Cole turns to go and get Simon the corpse he wants.]

[pompous_today]

I will be waiting on the Bloodsport.