driftfleet | Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

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Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

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1.) FIRE, TO DESTROY ALL YOU'VE DONE [Action/ zombie torching]
[Flug could see why the undead appealed to most villains. They helped sow terror, they worked for free, and they imbibed that ever popular skull aesthetic, evil decorators couldn't seem to do without. Beyond that, however, clients never stopped to think about how easily they could lose control and how little it took to reach that position. Aside from being a generally stupid waste of resources, in the end, they were unprofitable and hard to manage. And right now they are in the way of his supply run.

That's what Flug keeps telling himself, as he welds several odds and ends together with the Red Fish soldering gun, before finally adding that too, to the cobbled together instrument of destruction. With his makeshift flamethrower firmly strapped to his back, the weapons technician torches every groaning body that shambles his way, as he makes his descent further inside, the machine parts rattling as they barely contain the explosive force he wields.

Just a quick trip. Get in, get what he needs, and get out. It's not like he is about to get held up saving people. This isn't bravery and it isn't kindness, it's merely a solution to a problem that happens to benefit him as much as anyone else. If someone happens to use his being there to burn some of their own problems away, well, who is he to argue? Flug does his best to suppress the cold pit of fear settling in his gut, but for now the adrenaline and this improv blowtorch are keeping him warm.]

2.) SEARCH AND DESTR--RESCUE? /[Action] Co-op!]
[Until the device starts to come apart.]

"Oh-- nononoyoucan'tbeserious!"

[Flug hisses beneath his breathe as the invention begins to sputter and cough out several plumes of smoke ~~just like his hopes and dreams~~. Altogether it's not so surprising, he threw this together so quickly and nothing in the lab was working right! It was like even the temperature he welded with had a different melting point than the one in his own Universe. Maybe he really did need to look into an augment upgrade. If he has the chance. He might actually die here.

The inventor swallows, gripping the faltering weapon tighter as the horde begin to take renewed interest in him. There should be enough juice to get out one more good blast, but the exit may as well be on the opposite end of a warehouse. It's only one long stretched of enclosed space, but unless he has some help clearing the path or an inhuman burst of speed, he won't be making it out of this one easily...]

[Even though the chances dwindle by the moment, Kaidan keeps making sweeps through the station looking for living people he might be able to herd to somewhere safe, until all this blows over.

If it blows over.

Not that he has any choice but to keep going. Keep moving. Keep shooting.

A few energy blasts sound from behind Flug, downing or staggering a few zombies, announcing Kaidan's presence before his booted footsteps can be heard]

[Flug hears Kaidan before he sees him, not that the pure concentrated blasts of bright ionic energy are hard to miss. The inventor whips his head around; simultaneously overjoyed and apprehensive about this turn of events. The flame thrower spits one small flicker of flame to catch Kaidan's attention.]

"T-that weapon.." [He ventures, eyes still adjusting to the change in lighting, in a squint. Because that was surely what caused the blast.]

"Does it run on a power source?"

[With the zombies in momentary disarray Flug has adequate time to reach the newcomer, but should he? The rest of the room up ahead is divided up by shelving units, some overturned, with gaggles of the threat still spread throughout. It might require some strategy to maneuver depending on how much Kaidan can handle.]

[Kaidan, who isn't as much of a slouch in the brains department as most would guess, narrows his eyes a little at the cobbled together flamethrower, and then at the zombies ahead of them.]

Depends on what you mean by that, but I assume so. It's Atroma-issue, though, so your guess is as good as mine.

[He's eyeing those shelves as well, silently calculating routes and how he might close off angles by toppling some of those shelves over. Depending on how well the zombies climb. He hasn't really tested that capability yet, though they aren't anywhere near as nimble as husks, despite the similiarities]

I wouldn't recommend hanging around to find out. We need to move.

"R-right."

[It wouldn't do much good to take apart a fully functional weapon just to give a little more life to his own. As long as Flug was smart about using the flames sparingly, it should last. Seizing the opportunity, the Scientist quickly clambers over to Kaidan's side. Teaming up with a potential heroic type was always risky, but it's not like he can do much worse than the situation he is already in.]

"I've p-prevented further revivals by c-charring the remains of any that have fallen, but I seem to be lacking enough power to down them in the first place now."

Well...I can handle that part. I've found a temporary place to bunker until this all blows over.

[Meanwhile, the zombies are starting to regroup, scrambling over their fallen numbers. Kaidan raises his rifle, downing the first to give him breathing room, then raises his free hand. His biotics crackle in the air, a web of energy wrapping around his body for a brief second, his eyes flaring electric blue. The biotic field slams into one row of shelves, toppling most of a row with a series of crashes and crushing a few of the undead in the process.]

Stick close...[as if there wasn't going to be any question about that, he starts forward]

[The sparks dance across Flug's goggles as he takes in Kaidan's powers, entranced. The zombies barely stand a chance, the shelf crushing them with such ease. One thing the undead inherently lacked were the reflexes to react quickly to such unforeseen threats. This ability was definitely to their advantage.]

"S-sure you even need a gun, when you can do all that?"

[He chuckles, half making light of the situation and half wishing he himself wasn't feeling so inadequately armed in comparison. Neveretheless, Flug aims a few quick blasts of flame at the few undead struggling to rise again, before they can recover from Kaidan's attacks.

He frowns lightly at the proposed strategy.]

"You would s-stay here longer? Is there really no way out?"

Hey! Watch it with that thing! [Coming around a corner with just a few zombies chasing after him, Manji nearly runs into a burst of flame.

"M-Manji!"

[Flug thankfully shifts the flames away in just the knick of time, before taking off the other man's eyebrows-- regenerative skills or not, he probably doesn't want to be losing those. Unable to simply cancel out the flame, Flug redirects it full blast at the approaching horde. It might hold them back for the moment, but it won't be enough to take them all down. He hisses, not willing to take his eyes off the fight.]

"What are you doing here?"

[Manji skids on his heels as he feels the heat of blaze turn away from him.] "Same as you! Tryin' to stay alive!"

[He turns on his heels to slice at the zombie that had been chasing after him.] "These things won't stay down!"

"Then we don't give them a chance to STAY at all!"

[Flug is quick to shout, descending upon the same zombie Manji sliced into with a fresh volley of flames until the corpse ceases to twitch.]

"T-these creatures will continue to rise if enough of them remains. The best method is to leave nothing left. The slightest scratch or bite just creates more of them--"

[That thought IS enough to get the Scientist looking away from his arson and at the man in question in startled wonder. If Manji didn't know, could he already be?...How would the worms react in such an environment?]

[Manji jumps out of the way of the flames. It's while Flung is speaking that the doctor may start to notice that Manji is listing a little to one side. He certainly ran around that corner as if he was in top form, but there's something twitching in his belt.

And that listing? Manji is currently missing a foot.] Oh yeah? Tell me about that biting issue. [Said in the most sarcastic tone he can muster. His missing foot still twitching away where he's stuffed it in his belt. Partly wrapped in a blood stained Hawaiian style t-shirt.]

"THAT'S--"

[Horror, absolute fascinated horror, over takes the doctor's expression. His foot. Manji's actual foot is dangling on his belt and looks to somehow still be mobile too! Flug hesitantly turns his aim back toward Manji, hesitant.]

"W-WHY are you still HOLDING ONTO That?!"

[This could potentially be very bad-- and exciting!-- but mostly BAD. If zombies gained the ability to regenerate, they may be a much tougher fight than Flug is anticipating.]

[Manji raises his blade in a threatening manner towards Flung in response.] You want these zombies chewing on this and possibly getting infected with Kessen-Chu? [Manji knows is not that simple to pass on the worms normally, but he doesn't really feel like taking that chance. Plus it sounds better than: I'm hoping my foot will eventually stop twitching so I can reattach it.]

And I promise you, Doc, if you try to burn me? I will cut you down before the flames even have the chance to burn through my clothes. [He means it. He will lose very little sleep over killing someone attacking him for any reason. Besides, what's a little fire to a man who can heal? Manji had both feet when he came onto this station and his one leg has already healed as if he's never had a foot there before.]

[It's all Flug can do to laugh guilty, warbling out something between an apology and a scoff. Burning? Who was planning a burning? Certainly not this guy here, nope!]

"You don't seem to be infected..."

[The Scientist admits, relenting.]

"B-but that doesn't mean you can't still be a carrier! Have you even tried properly destroying it? It.. doesn't look as if it will 'go back.'"

"Yeah, I think she cut it off before the infection could spread. Right as I got bit. Good, clean cut." [No, he doesn't feel like explaining who "she" was.]

"Because it's my foot!" [Manji scowls as the truth comes out.] "They just need a little more time is all! It's been bleeding and twitching a lot less lately so it's probably getting better." [Probably.]

"PROBABLY is not a CONVINCING ARGUMENT!"

[Oh what does he care if this idiot wants to get himself killed in a horribly gruesome fashion? Oh right, because he's trapped here with him and Flug will probably endure the same. The Scientist pinches the brow between his goggles in mounting frustration, heedless of the half-dismembered remains from their battle beginning to drag themselves back towards them.]

"Suppose that means you won't give it to me for my studies. Fine. Fine. Okay. M-maybe the worms have a sterlizing agent. L-like.. like a vulture! We can do a PH reading later!"

"Of course I'm not going to give you my foot to study!" The mere suggestion has clearly rubbed Manji the wrong way. "You can keep your ps and hs away from me!" He doesn't know what a PH test is, but he can tell he hates it already.

"Oops- d-did I say that out loud?" [He squeaks. It's so hard to turn off speaking nefariously, when that was the only way villains commanded respect.] "Habit. Habit. Sorry."

[There is groaning now, and it's coming from more than than Flug, not that the bothered Paper bag appears to notice. Hrnnn. He needs to salvage this. He raises his arms placatingly.]

"It involves one drop of liquid onto litmus paper. Measures how acidic something is. I-if it's more corrosive there is less chance any form of virus can survive! More evidence it's safe to reattach."

[But if you want to just eyeball it and guess, be his guest!]

"O-or we can try something else?"

[Manji's eyes narrow. He's just got out of a messy situation with doctors who wanted to experiment with his immortality. It had cost him an arm and he's not really interested in learning that lesson again by losing a foot.] "I'll think about it."

You don't get to touch this foot without my express say-so. [Manji turns to the zombie dragging it's way closer to them. Effortlessly he cuts through the zombie's neck in a way that the severed head flies off towards the doctor. Not close enough that it's in danger of hitting Flung, but Manji wants to make sure his point is understood.] You got it, doc?

[It just goes to show how often projectiles are flying at his person that Flug actually dodges in the opposite direction and nearly collides headfirst with the namesake any way, having anticipated Manji's aim to be more precise. He yelps.]

"G-Got it."

[And he'll just be shakily picking up his weapon once more to finish off what Manji leaves him.]

"So what's the plan? I ca- heard this place is going on lockdown. Was there somewhere you're headed?"

[Satisfied with Flug's answer Manji slides his sword back into his scabbard.]

"An exit. They said this place is locking down, but perhaps there's a door I can break open." [So far he hasn't had much luck, but it's better than sitting still.] "What were you doing?"

"Oh, you know.. supplies."

[Because it's perfectly normal to believe he planned to waltz in here with an improvised weapon without having heard about the zombies first, right?... no. No that's worse somehow. The bagged man sighs, torching a zombie a hair too long in languid thought.]

"Also I.. I thought it might be a lead."

"A lead? A lead to what?" [Now Manji was curious. Just how could getting stuck in a lock down be helpful and lead to anything? Especially when it turns out to be zombies?]

"What else?-- what we're not meant to find."

[He gives a hapless shrug. It's embarrassing how many times he thought he might have found some sign of villainy only for it to turn out to be a fleeter.]

"In my experience, i-if something is dangerous... it usually is so, for a reason. Atroma wants us to entertain, they also want to keep us from anything that can aid our escape. If I was to discourage guests from heading where I didn't want them, a dramatic threat like this would do the trick, wouldn't you say?"

Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

Dr. Flug Slys | OTA

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