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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 6:41:46 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP; The Uya; Main Hanger > Hallways
As Alpha caught up with Delta & Gamma, a worrying large number of those archaic bells began to sound. Grabbing hold of Delta, Alpha quickly helped to get the remaining people that came in the shuttle into the relative safety of the hallway. As the blast door closed behind the group, a massive blast shook the ship. Looking back at the twisted remains of the blast door, Alpha was fairly certain that the blast had been felt through the whole ship.
A quick glance at the Fireteam uplink showed that Delta would not survive the injury, as they were losing blood too fast. Alpha began following the standard procedure for death in high hostile situations. Stripping off the useful gear Delta was carry, Alpha tripped the failsafe protocol in the armour. Alpha watched as it confirmed Delta's status. With a whining sound, the armour activated the systems that turned the internal chamber into a furnace. The heat from the sudden increase in temperature inside the suit caused to to slowly begin to glow. Within moments the suit had begun to melt, completely destroying the equipment inside. Within roughly an hour, the remaining heat trapped in the suit would break the suit down to unrecognizable melted chunks.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 24, 2013 12:59:38 GMT -8
Our resident energy vampire seemingly encountered no resistance on his way, which was fitting of a creature such as himself. He should be slippery, subtle, and prone to dark, confined spaces which resembled a series of crypts. Once inside the proper room he would find the lights of the square had blown, most likely due to some trauma with the electrical wiring. As if to confirm suspicions of foul play there was a corpse crumpled up in a corner. The man was dressed in typical combat attire for a member of the imperial remaints, besides the fact that his helmet had been casually removed before the trooper apparently shot himself through the center of the mouth.:Not a completely foolish method of escape, but technically cheating. You'll find your blades in the locker just next to the corpse. Unfortunately, projectile weapons are a precious commodity aboard the Uya. Yours were taken and lost by the hapless guards in a moment of ecstasy and chaos. As for your clothes and armor, it's an unknown. It could have been dumped with the waste, or lost in one of the various battles after being reappropriated. Improvise, Subject 454. This is a job interview, after all. Show us some field adaptability. :His searches would confirm the woman's taunting hints. Nothing but his melee weapons could be found, along with a hearty stock of non-perishable food, cigarette cartons, and purified water. Checking the trooper's dead body would produce slim pickings, an ID card with a serial strip that looked as if it was used to swipe into restricted areas, a spool of black and tough wire, and -of course- the antique used as the instrument of his demise. It was an old revolver, essentially a relic. This particular model was a six-shooter chambered for the .22 cartridge, thus pathetic as far as penetration went, but as the dead soldier could testify -it could still kill if placed in the right spot. Should the vampire check the simple and easy to use weapon, he would find it loaded with five rounds. Checking the trooper's belt would give him another stripper clip of six.*** In Aileen's neck of the metallic woods, the cursing man successfully gets the jammed door to open. At first he seem triumphant, but then a look of horror splits across his face. Up comes his blaster as he panics and fires wantonly at an unseen assailant."Oh fuck."!PEEWWWWWOWWW PEWWW PEWWW PEW PEWWWW!It could have been described as a flood. It certainly looked like one: a mass of bodies screaming and gurling and wailing, grasping unto the still swearing and still shooting soldier as rows of teeth begun to tear out morsels of his face and skull. The bodies crush him under their combined weight, as two, three, five, ten, poured through the recently door, gasped and gaped at their new surroundings, smelt the air, and began to hobble and wobble clumsily towards Aileen. It was impossible to discern if they had spotted her yet, but it was certain that if she remained in this hall they would in a few short moments."Attention, contestants. Someone has released the ghouls! How problematic. Advantage shift: SS operatives. Considering they are the best equipped, I would recommend banding with them. Then again, the faster any of you wins the faster we get you out! "
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 24, 2013 13:51:52 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Cryobays
I barely have time to process the swarm of horror before basic self-preservation instinct takes over. I don't stand a chance out here, alone and unarmed, but the cryobay still isn't far away. I'm only vaguely aware of the voice over the sound system as I sprint for the door. My fellow prisoners are still a threat, but I'd rather try to reason with them than with the monsters that just decimated that soldier.
"The door! Close the door!" I cry as I race into the bay, casting about for a control panel, a switch--anything to put an obstacle between us and the monsters.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Oct 24, 2013 17:17:36 GMT -8
The door to the hallways hiss slowly as they closed behind me. The only sound in the hallways for the time being. I glanced around still dazed a bit. Left or right? I had two options that were of the utmost importance. First check the prisoners, second make my way to the command bridge. But before I could even make up my mind the comms crackled with life. Moments later I heard the voice speaking. Well this made things rather interesting, gone from sneaking aboard as a crewman to now partaking in an Experiment. There was a sudden shuddering in the ship causing me to slip to the other side. I caught myself against the wall preventing me from sliding into it. I looked up again as I heard the voice speak again. It seemed the killing had already started. But this was not one of us, this. This had been the puppet master this time. Straightening myself up I went over the clock again. Or at least the parts it mentioned.
The clock was set for 24 hours. 24 hours to kill someone, 24 hours tell we lost a section of the ship. Yet we had a deadline of 8 days. That gave me just over a week to figure out a way off this ship and possibly save the lives of others. Given the make up of those aboard the ship, I feel the killing will start soon. So pushing off I was force to move. Fuck the prisoners they must likely were free now, and more then willing to kill. So I needed to make my way to the Bridge, try and figure something out. Though I have to proceed with caution. This puppeteer has given me just enough info to stay alive tell the dead line as long as I avoid the others, and keep my eyes out for any more kind of traps. Leave the clock to the others, I have no need for them if I cant find a way off this ship first. So my course of action? To the cargo receive my weapons..Then to the bridge.
I started my way down the hallways hanging a left at the first cross road I saw. Seeing a camera I smiled and stopped. Raising my right hand I gave the camera the middle finger.
Let the game of Chess begin!
I then continued I my way
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 24, 2013 18:09:14 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Cryobays.
Kiefta moved into the hall after his temporary compatriots, and noticed the fleeing "waste" but didn't care to do anything about it. He left its fate to the "Hunter" and "Warrior," (the Noghri and Xeo respectively), as he focused on the ghouls farther down the hall. Since Kiefta's armament was built into him, he had only the need to find appropriate ammunition and power cells for the small arsenal he carried. Fortunately he had enough power to fire the heavy laser cannon in his tail with out any additional power cells, but he would not be able to fire more than five rounds per minute without an additional power supply, as his primary reactor had been removed during his imprisonment here. Each of the ghouls received the tag "Hostile Hordling." Kiefta refrained from opening fire, but held the cannon at the ready should the ghouls approach within five meters of his groups position. The cannon wasn't obvious to the eye, so his companions may not notice it until Kiefta uses it.
My variety of sensors begins digesting what information they can about the ghouls, specifically physical dimensions, heat signatures, radiation signatures, electro-magnetic fields, and motion patterns. I announce what I know to my companions, in a low buzzing voice, that would be unintelligible beyond five meters. Ten low threat targets approaching, distance thirty meters, range 0.24 meters.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 24, 2013 21:56:39 GMT -8
Our resident energy vampire seemingly encountered no resistance on his way, which was fitting of a creature such as himself. He should be slippery, subtle, and prone to dark, confined spaces which resembled a series of crypts. Once inside the proper room he would find the lights of the square had blown, most likely due to some trauma with the electrical wiring. As if to confirm suspicions of foul play there was a corpse crumpled up in a corner. The man was dressed in typical combat attire for a member of the imperial remaints, besides the fact that his helmet had been casually removed before the trooper apparently shot himself through the center of the mouth.:Not a completely foolish method of escape, but technically cheating. You'll find your blades in the locker just next to the corpse. Unfortunately, projectile weapons are a precious commodity aboard the Uya. Yours were taken and lost by the hapless guards in a moment of ecstasy and chaos. As for your clothes and armor, it's an unknown. It could have been dumped with the waste, or lost in one of the various battles after being reappropriated. Improvise, Subject 454. This is a job interview, after all. Show us some field adaptability. :His searches would confirm the woman's taunting hints. Nothing but his melee weapons could be found, along with a hearty stock of non-perishable food, cigarette cartons, and purified water. Checking the trooper's dead body would produce slim pickings, an ID card with a serial strip that looked as if it was used to swipe into restricted areas, a spool of black and tough wire, and -of course- the antique used as the instrument of his demise. It was an old revolver, essentially a relic. This particular model was a six-shooter chambered for the .22 cartridge, thus pathetic as far as penetration went, but as the dead soldier could testify -it could still kill if placed in the right spot. Should the vampire check the simple and easy to use weapon, he would find it loaded with five rounds. Checking the trooper's belt would give him another stripper clip of six."Attention, contestants. Someone has released the ghouls! How problematic. Advantage shift: SS operatives. Considering they are the best equipped, I would recommend banding with them. Then again, the faster any of you wins the faster we get you out! " |
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 25, 2013 10:21:58 GMT -8
Aileen would not make it to the cryobay, though not because a ghoul had eaten her face. Rather, a trapdoor opened up underneath her in the corridor, dropping her into a basket filled with soiled uniforms in what was clearly a laundry facility. Why there was a trapdoor in this particular part of the ship was anyone's guess, but examination of the mechanism would reveal that it was installed recently.
That wasn't important. What was important was safety. There were no monsters here, be they ghouls or prisoners. There was, however a holo screen on the wall, not unlike the device that Alastor encountered earlier.
"Hello, Ms. Lasch."
The voice that came from the unit was deep, masculine. A shadowy figure was visible, but no features were distinguishable.
"I'll be perfectly frank. You were not the one I was hoping would find this room. See, my colleague and I-" the faintest amount of humor could be detected in the word "colleague," though the reasons for this were anyone's guess "-have a wager of sorts on the outcome. We were to pick a candidate that we thought most likely to win, and oddly enough, we chose the same person. No offense, madam, but you weren't my first choice. Still, when life gives you lemons..."
There was a slight hiss as a crate near the screen opened, revealing a beautifully ornate slugthrower shotgun. The weapon was an over/under breechloading design. Open the breech, insert two shells, and pull the trigger. First pull would fire the top barrel, the second would fire the bottom. The stock was made of cherry, and intricately carved with a scrolling vine that started at the butt and worked its way across the entire weapon. Once it reached the metal of the barrel, it was continued in gold filigree. Also in the crate were six unmarked boxes, each containing five 12 gauge shells apiece. There was also a discreet commlink.
"Right. As a politician, you are easily as capable of backstabbing and underhandedness as any of the convicts on this ship, and I reckon you'll know at least a little bit about subtlety, which is more than most of those cretins can say. So your chance of survival is marginally higher than, say, a convicted murderer whose sole combat experience consists of braining his wife for burning supper.
"And since this game is all about chance, I've decided to give you a sporting chance-if you choose the right ammunition. Each box contains a different sort of shell. Three are standard loads, one with birdshot, one with buckshot, and one with slugs. Choose either one of those and you'll be in good shape. Another contains nonlethal shot of the sort favored by riot control. Unless you want to annoy your competitors, I would avoid that box. Similarly, I would avoid the suicide rounds. Try to fire one of those and you'll vaporize yourself with a few ounces of baradium.
"If you're very, very lucky, you'll get the special box. Fire one of these beauties and the resulting blast will clear anything in front of you, up to 100 meters. That hoard would have been no problem at all."
The voice chuckled. This was not a sound one would associate with good cheer and jolliness.
"What say you, madam? Are you a gambling woman? The commlink is yours either way. I would highly recommend picking it up, as other opportunities like this may open up as time goes on, assuming you survive. If you take the shotgun, you must take a box of shells, otherwise the whole shindig will explode spectacularly. The same will happen if you take more than one box. Well?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 25, 2013 11:42:53 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Corridor > outside Cryo-bayThe Noghri's head snapped to his right as the barking of small-arms fire rang out through the hollow corridor to him. His muscles automatically flexed and hunkered himself behind the pod door, the warrior and the Thing now not far behind him. His eyes narrowing to take in the dimness before him. Even his keen eyes couldn't pick up anything at the far end of the corridor, but he heard the sound of frantic foot falls coming towards him.
The Noghri took a deep intake of air and grinned his toothy grin. The Bakurian was racing towards him, she was panicked. The sweet smell of fear flooded his olfactory senses... "Wat..." He said aloud, as the woman finally became visible in the flickering lights. There was something moving, a mass of shadows behind her fleeing form. "Conf'rm'd..." The Noghri breathed to the Thing, seeing the mass of shadows continue their way. Every intake of the Uya's stale air giving him conflicting information about what was coming towards them; blood, sweat, fear, anger, but above all of it, above all of these other smells, was the smell of death. It was almost pungent enough to make the Noghri snort, it was pervasive, cloying at him in a way he'd never smelt it before. It almost made him think that he, the Thing, and the Warrior were already dead; the stench was that strong.
"Smel o'ly deth, no gud." He said, just before the Bakurian woman dropped into the floor, only meters ahead of them. His eyes widened at the act, the woman being there and then gone the next. Swallowed into whatever trap she had fallen into. With a curse in his native tongue the Noghri hefted the pod door up - keeping it tucked closely to his body - and started to run towards the area where the woman had fallen into, ignoring the on coming mass of now visible shambling figures.
He needed this woman, her blood was to be his, and his ticket to more time.
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 25, 2013 18:39:14 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Laundry Facility
The fall shakes me, but I've managed to get my bearings by the time the figure on the screen stops speaking. My left wrist smarts where it struck the wall on the way down. I look from the gun to the boxes of ammunition. A four-six-chance isn't bad, but I've never even fired a blaster, let alone one of these things. I'd always planned to let my cousin take me hunting, and now I regret having never got around to it. Still, a weapon is a weapon, and, if I can bluff well enough, I may never even have to risk firing it.
"I never was much of a gambler," I say aloud. I feel a little foolish as I don't know if he can even hear me. "Still, why not?" I pick up the gun and examine the shells in the boxes. Unfortunately, they're identical. I choose a box at random and tuck it under my arm, then I pick up the comlink. "Why do they make 'suicide rounds?'" I ask, holding down the speak button. "That seems impractical, don't you think?" It doesn't take long for me to figure out how to load the gun, and I drop in a pair of shells, just in case worse comes to worst.
I turn to the basket in which I landed, looking for something to wear. They appear to be mostly men's uniforms, too big for my small frame. I need clothes, but I'll need to be able to move unimpeded, too. At last, I find what appears to be a scientist's lab coat and put it on, rolling up the sleeves a few inches. It isn't much, but at least it'll keep me warm. I drop the comlink into one pocket and the box of shells into the other, and look around the room in search of an exit.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 26, 2013 15:43:28 GMT -8
Closing his eyes the Imperial Knight sighed heavily. This ship was virtually empty all it's inhabitants no doubt dead to this imps silly game, any who were still breathing should be using their heads. Not rushing head first into a horde of ghouls wielding only a door. He faced a moral delimna, should he help his temporary ally or leave him to his devices? He weighed the options both of which had good options. Closing his cybernetic eyes he took in a breath then took his first step forward. For good or bad he would help the Noghri.
Running buck ass nude Xeonon made a first with his right arm while keeping his left open. He would meet the horde side by side. Xeonons goal was not killing the woman though, he wanted to keep his little pack alive. Even if these were a fraction of what killed the crew they were no doubt formidable.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 27, 2013 20:15:52 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Hallways (Across the still open trap door from the Ghouls).
As my co-conspirators move rapidly forward, I keep pace with them easily, for now, my legs moving quickly, in the same manner as that of a lizard, and relatively quietly, only the slight metallic click of my armored feet on the floor giving any hint that I was moving. I am surprised by the rapid disposal of "waste," but I gave it no further thought, as waste was of no value to me. I kept my sensors searching through the hall, and in a limited capacity beyond the hall, seeking an armory where I might find the necessary kit to refit myself back to full lethal capacity, with which to better defend my compatriots. I keep my cannon trained on the approaching horde, holding it near the hall's ceiling to minimize the chances of friendly fire, which were low, and would open fire if any of them came within five meters of my group.
My internal comm system, the primary method I received my targets, picked up a signal from somewhere nearby, below the group. It didn't seem to be encrypted, and I recognized the voice as belonging to Waste, and filed the question away for later. It was an odd one, but held no bearing on the current situation, so I ignored it beyond a short update to my team. Waste is requesting info on suicide rounds, presumed to be armed. Skill and load-out, uncertain. I continue to follow my "squad" down the hall, ready to offer whatever support I can to them. I am mildly annoyed that the voice excluded me from the list of possible winners, but I put that down to a normal organic's bias against droids or things that appear to have bread with them. I have seen it before, and will likely see it again before this exercise is over.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Oct 28, 2013 17:06:19 GMT -8
For Alastor, he would encounter no form of resistance as he sneaked his way deeper into the ship. Perhaps he might be doubtful due to the fact that his helpful voice was seemingly ignoring his questions. Perhaps he would note the sounds of struggle coming from the area that his fellow prisoners started from; perhaps he would note that for whatever reason, the series of instructions that he followed seems to have set him up out of harm's way, as if the release of the gurgling ghouls was expected. For now, his mind would be his only guide until he triggered another event.
...Meanwhile...
It took the Noghri a few moments to work the the floor panel, but it was some flimsy toy that could be ripped off in a spur of the moment. It was electronically sealed, so as he pulled or bashed, it would actively resist and attempt to jam back in place. He could eventually pry it open, but he would need a bit a time. The problem with time is that now the ghouls where throwing themselves upon his snarling figure, attempting to take bites out of flesh.
And down beneath the Noghri's feet was the prize, his potential prize. If she looked around now in order to find her new friend she would find no trace of the illusive man, but she would no doubt hear the pounding and scraping from the slot she fell into. She was in luck, however, since there was a doorway just barely hidden out of sight thanks to a particularly large pile of clothes.
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Post by Aileen Lasch on Oct 28, 2013 17:17:59 GMT -8
DIVA's HORROR RP; The Uya; Laundry Facility
I look up. It sounds like someone--or something--is trying to follow me down here. Without wasting another moment, I duck around the large pile of laundry and head through the door.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 28, 2013 18:26:04 GMT -8
You scan the hallway you were in with your eyes, taking deep inhalations through your nose you were making sure that you didn't smell an approaching presence. You were thankful you for being safe thus far in your excursion through the ship, but this didn't seem to halt the bubbling unease in both your heart and mind. The garb and your armour was all that you had left. Grumbling to yourself, and keeping your eyes open for any blue orbs that would betray some living being's presence from hidden within your path, you continued on.
I had to find it, I had to! It was all I had left of my family, my clan, the guild. Being captured was bad enough, being thrust into a labyrinth of a ship didn't help, but losing all that I had. Seemed to just pull me deeper into old ways. I narrowed my eyes, and furrowed my brows. If I can't find them, if I can't find my things, I am not sure what I would do. I came to a T in the hallway. Either I could continue straight, or cut off to the left.
"Once I find it, once I find my stuff." I said out loud to myself, before finishing my sentence talking through the comm device that my host had so graciously allowed me to have.
I'll be finding you.
You thought for a moment at this crossing, could you find the escape pods? If you did maybe you could find your gear, or a terminal that you could use if they were still operational to pull up a map, or some way to find the bridge. Your right hand stayed on the handle of the pistol you had retrieved. Before you cut into the hallway that had appeared to your left and made your way down it, seeking the first door for you to slip into and investigate the room it shielded.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 28, 2013 18:59:04 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP; The Uya; Main Hanger > Hallways As Alpha caught up with Delta & Gamma, a worrying large number of those archaic bells began to sound. Grabbing hold of Delta, Alpha quickly helped to get the remaining people that came in the shuttle into the relative safety of the hallway. As the blast door closed behind the group, a massive blast shook the ship. Looking back at the twisted remains of the blast door, Alpha was fairly certain that the blast had been felt through the whole ship.
A quick glance at the Fireteam uplink showed that Delta would not survive the injury, as they were losing blood too fast. Alpha began following the standard procedure for death in high hostile situations. Stripping off the useful gear Delta was carry, Alpha tripped the failsafe protocol in the armour. Alpha watched as it confirmed Delta's status. With a whining sound, the armour activated the systems that turned the internal chamber into a furnace. The heat from the sudden increase in temperature inside the suit caused to to slowly begin to glow. Within moments the suit had begun to melt, completely destroying the equipment inside. Within roughly an hour, the remaining heat trapped in the suit would break the suit down to unrecognizable melted chunks. |
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Post by Tiro Saul on Oct 28, 2013 22:11:28 GMT -8
As I took a right, my head looked back behind me making sure nothing was following me. It probably wasn't my smartest move as I felt my body collide into something solid but squishy at the same time. Do to the circumstances, when I stumbled backwards a step I immediately jumped backwards my left hand naturally going towards my right side to grab at my saber. my hand grasped at air instead, and at that moment I growled. How stupid of me be so careless, my sabers did not hang there they were gone, and with that momentary relapse in my memory I cursed myself. Cause as I stood there looking at the thing I ran into I wondered how I could have let myself slip so easy....O well ill just blame it on the current situation. I took note that the person looked humanish. Though the Spiky black hair made him look odd. I did how ever notice the hand by his pistol.
Look friend I mean you no harm! I waved both hands in the air, starting to draw Ashala into me in case I needed her. Lets not make any rash decisions here, there's no need to play into this persons game.
I breathed slowly watching intently. I hoped for the life of me this was not all about to get messy. But now for the moment it was in there hands. But I was not completely defenseless, I Just wanted to wait and see what the mans first reaction would be.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 28, 2013 22:36:35 GMT -8
As I took a right, my head looked back behind me making sure nothing was following me. It probably wasn't my smartest move as I felt my body collide into something solid but squishy at the same time. Do to the circumstances, when I stumbled backwards a step I immediately jumped backwards my left hand naturally going towards my right side to grab at my saber. my hand grasped at air instead, and at that moment I growled. How stupid of me be so careless, my sabers did not hang there they were gone, and with that momentary relapse in my memory I cursed myself. Cause as I stood there looking at the thing I ran into I wondered how I could have let myself slip so easy....O well ill just blame it on the current situation. I took note that the person looked humanish. Though the Spiky black hair made him look odd. I did how ever notice the hand by his pistol. Look friend I mean you no harm! I waved both hands in the air, starting to draw Ashala into me in case I needed her. Lets not make any rash decisions here, there's no need to play into this persons game. I breathed slowly watching intently. I hoped for the life of me this was not all about to get messy. But now for the moment it was in there hands. But I was not completely defenseless, I Just wanted to wait and see what the mans first reaction would be. |
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Post by Von Verros on Oct 29, 2013 7:21:13 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Cryobays Apart from the murderous tone that the ship seemed to offer one survivor of the ship, already in cryostats. Though he should have been released like all the others, unfortunately for the young crew member to be released from his frozen prison he took would not know where he was or for that matter why he was here. The systems running his machine slowly started to switch him on, allowing him to open his eyes. His rebreather strapped to his face and tube running down his throat to keep him alive and breathing. Tubes running in and out of his body the young man started to freak out still encased in his tube. He could see strange figures on the outside but the fear of dying was far greater than to what was on the other side. Finding a release panel he pulled it up and the cryo tube door with a loud HHHIIISSSSSSSFalling to his knees wearing nothing but a pair of tight fitting shorts the tubes and other wires kept his body suspended in the air. The pain was unbearable but Palmer knew he had to cut himself free. Pulling his rebreather out first he took in a deep breath only to be met with a watery misty wall, his lungs filling up with air only to be coughed up with mucus and bile. He didn't know how long he was in that cryo tube but he didn't much like the effects. Slowly he pulled out the tubes from his arms first, one transferring blood from somewhere in the tube into his arm. Blood squirting everywhere, Palmer pulled out the last remaining tubes and fell to his knees with a hard thud. Everything went white with pain as he felt the durasteel smash into his knees. Staying there on his knees his lip barely bleeding from where he bit his lip from the fall he looked around. Seeing nothing around he slowly but steadily got to his feet, finding something to help him explain what was going on. Speaking to himself in a whispered tone as he looked at the empty thawed out cryo tubes. /span]
Wh...what...is...going...on
Walking to the edge of the door, Palmer looked out and looked to his right. He could not see anything down the one hall way, then he looked in front of him and again he could not see anything. So deciding to venture into the unknown Palmer made his way down the hallway to his right. Hoping to find something that would support his weight, his knee was giving him agony for every time he put pressure on it. Hopefully it was sprained and nothing worse, Palmer hobbled down the corridor just hoping to find something of use....
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 29, 2013 8:35:15 GMT -8
Horror RP: Corridor outside Cryobay
He let out a feral howl, unable to get to the Bakurian woman. He'd never want to admit it - especially to himself - but it seemed that he'd be unable to get to her, unless he allowed the shambling horde to get any closer.
And that wasn't an option.
The Noghri immediately turned his attention to the oncoming threat, ascertaining the situation with a cursory glance. The horde was packed tight, nearly shoulder to shoulder in the width of the corridor. They also seemed to be mindlessly advancing forward, despite the fact that they were about to engage an enraged Noghri, a nude Warrior, and a bio-mechanical Thing. "No sm'rt..." Said the Noghri, as he waited for the Horde to get several steps closer.
He launched himself forward from a crouch on the floor, using the pod door as a makeshift barrier. With the force of his battering ram like leap, the initial row of the horde fell upon themselves like a bunch of dominoes, allowing the Noghri to bring the shield-like pod door up, to use it as a clubbing weapon. He smashed the length of the door down on the lulling heads of the fallen horde. Instantly pulping them into the corridor flooring with a sickening soft wet sucking sound, before brandishing the door aloft again.
"Kil th'm!" He roared to the Warrior and Thing, as he brought the door around again in a arching sweep at neck-level, the audible sound of snapping vertebra echoing off the corridor walls as door met pallid skin.
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Post by Von Verros on Oct 29, 2013 10:07:58 GMT -8
Diva's Horror RP: The Uya; Corridor outside of the Cryobay
Horror RP: Corridor outside CryobayHe let out a feral howl, unable to get to the Bakurian woman. He'd never want to admit it - especially to himself - but it seemed that he'd be unable to get to her, unless he allowed the shambling horde to get any closer.
And that wasn't an option.
The Noghri immediately turned his attention to the oncoming threat, ascertaining the situation with a cursory glance. The horde was packed tight, nearly shoulder to shoulder in the width of the corridor. They also seemed to be mindlessly advancing forward, despite the fact that they were about to engage an enraged Noghri, a nude Warrior, and a bio-mechanical Thing. "No sm'rt..." Said the Noghri, as he waited for the Horde to get several steps closer.
He launched himself forward from a crouch on the floor, using the pod door as a makeshift barrier. With the force of his battering ram like leap, the initial row of the horde fell upon themselves like a bunch of dominoes, allowing the Noghri to bring the shield-like pod door up, to use it as a clubbing weapon. He smashed the length of the door down on the lulling heads of the fallen horde. Instantly pulping them into the corridor flooring with a sickening soft wet sucking sound, before brandishing the door aloft again.
"Kil th'm!" He roared to the Warrior and Thing, as he brought the door around again in a arching sweep at neck-level, the audible sound of snapping vertebra echoing off the corridor walls as door met pallid skin.
Palmer turned another corner of the corridor, and stopped suddenly. Their before him was a huge horde shoulder to shoulder of strange decaying corpses, he didn't understand what was going on. But just a little bit in front he watched as the undead corpses kept falling do to a force that was colliding with them. He saw what seemed to be a Noghri bashing them in but as far as that went he didn't understand what was going on. Luckily for him the dead things didn't seem to notice him, they must react to noise. But that couldn't be the only thing that attracted them, seeing the Noghri needed help and not knowing out to talk to it he looked down at his knee and then flinched. He didn't know if he could trust this creature and or the others that he saw in the distance with him, and with his current situation he wouldn't be able to get very far if he had to run. No though it was cruel he would have to leave them behind and find a weapon or at least something to help him walk. His right knee was starting to act up and walking was getting harder and harder to maintain. He didn't even want to think about the possibility he would have to run on it.Looking down the corridor with the undead he measured them at a distance of 10 yards away, Palmer had two choices. Continue straight down his current path or go down the hallway with the undead. As Palmer was about to leave the group behind he saw a door just 3 yards away from the horde, at first glance he wouldn't risk the chance but he saw that the door was slightly open. Either it could be a trap or it might have something useful in the room. Using the wall as support Palmer slowly made his way down the undead infested hall, the Noghri still making quick work of the horde. So being as quite as he could he tried not to stir the undead presence of himself. The door door was just 5 yards away now, he was so close and yet he had this strange unnerving feeling that something bad could happen at any moment. 2 yards to go and just as he could see inside the door his knee gave out sending pain through out his entire body, Palmer hit the ground hard with a dull thud. He knew he was dead if he didn't get up soon, the sound of his fall would attract a few of those monsters and sure enough it did. Two staggered back slowly turning their heads they looked over Palmer at first not seeing him, one started to stagger towards his way. Thus making Palmer drag himself on the ground to the door, they didn't sense him but it was just a matter of time. Getting one hand on the door frame Palmer tried to use his strength to pull himself into the room but to know effect. His muscles had not yet come back to use due to the cryostats, scared that he might die from these things he crawled and pushed and pulled himself as best as he could. The undead slowly making its way closer it was only a few feet a away, but somehow Palmer managed to pull himself through the door at the last second. He found out why the door was opened, on the inside was a a severed hand that was triggering the sensor. As soon as he removed it the door shut behind him leaving him alone in a dark room, he didn't realize that the room was a supply closet. Not exit just one door keeping him from being eaten alive. Standing to his feet slowly using his surroundings around him he slowly pulled himself up. As his hands wandered the darkness he found a light switch making the room a little bit more visible for him to see. The room was dusty and a little dirty, blood was splashed against the walls and he saw what could be one of the crew members ripped in half. Holding back what he could to not throw up the smell was intense. His feet constantly stepping in the coagulated blood pool, Palmer saw what could be some kind of adhesive tape, a few hydromops 2 buckets. Two Dynamic Hammers one Byt hammer. Some cleaning liquids and some wiring. Looking over the handles for the Hyrdromops Palmer broke them in half and taped the poles to his bad knee. Giving him a brace of some sorts, he wrapped the tape around his calves making the brace as tight as he could get it without cutting off circulation. Then he wrapped the tape around just above his knee, he could see that it was just sprained if not badly bruised. But at least he could walk with this.Palmer had stayed in the room for a while now, he could hear the soft thumps of something beating on the door, he didn't want to think about what was on the other side. All he could do was just sit there his leg was in a nice little splint and his body was still cold. The blood that he sat in didn't make things any better for him, thinking about it he looked over to the decomposing crew member, someone how this one wasn't like those others. Otherwise he might be dead by now, looking at his body he found out that his pants were not damaged by the wound. His shirt was ripped towards the bottom where it seems he was ripped in half but all he cared about was something for his legs. Pulling the lower half of the man towards him he slowly undid his pants and slid them off his legs. Not thinking about the intestines that just spilled out as soon as the pressure from the waist had come free. Laying back Palmer slowly pulled the pants up and over his legs, they were a little small in the length but as long as he wasn't sitting in the blood directly he didn't mind it. Still he couldn't help but wonder what happened to this man...and what would happen to him in turn. But Palmer didn't want to really go into that, he had to get out but he didn't know if the horde had completely covered the door now and all he had to use was two dynamic hammers and one old Byt hammer. Those would last very long...what was he going to do. |
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