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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Ryan Naismith on June 01, 2015, 08:30:28 PM
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A lone computer beeped. Wreck detected. Time to wake up. Your cryogenic-tubes opened, and you were quickly exposed to the cold, filtered air of your space-ship, the CFS Seeker. The main computer, in the flight deck, beeped. Someone should go and check on it. See why it woke you all up.
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Perry shielded his eyes from the brightness of the lights as they flickered on. Waking up was always the hardest part...
Crawling out of the pod, he stumbled half-blindly to his locker.
"Angder" no
"Ashlin" no
He rubbed his eyes a bit more and forced them open a little bit.
"Ahh, here it is" His speech slurred from not having used any muscles tasked to speaking in a while.
Dazed, he decided to ignore that he'd walked past his clothes that were set by his pod and decided it was best that he just went to find out what had woken the crew... or rather just him so far.
He'd be more awake by the time he reached a terminal and grabbed his access card before stumbling off though the corridors.
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Xander groaned, having always considered the worst part of any kind of sleep to be waking up under normal circumstances. However he decided waking up to realise your muscles have gone numb from lack of use is considerable worse.
He crawled out of his pod and blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He tried to speak but gave up as soon as he realised, he'd have to put some effort into forming anything truly coherent.
He made up his mind to just wait a while for his muscles to feel a little less stiff before making any more movements or sound.
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Angder seemed to leap out of his tube, and climbing out, eyes wide open. "Ohh, look at all you guyss." he said jokingly, slurring slightly. "So grooggy and tired... you would think you had come ba'k from the dead..." Angder moved out of the tube towards the locker. stumbled, yelped, and fell over. "Oww... legs... My legs refuse to move..." Angder said. "Anyone mind if I just lie here for a few seconds? maybe a minute?"
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The terminal beeped, showing the silhouette of a ship off in the distance.
USCSS Nalfar
Executive Officer: Thomas R. Naismith.
Life support: %80
Reactor: %75
Navigations systems: %32
Communications systems: %44
engines: %00
*/|\*Signal detected...Play? Y/N*/|\*
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*crest clambered out of his tube with a terrible crook in his neck* argg damn it *he growls and pits his hand on it as he walks over to angder* you okay there? You look like you just came back from a stag night * he says crouching down slowly*
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The terminal in the cockpit wasn't too far now and Perry was already moving fluidly.
The sight of the hulking metal mass from the cockpit was incredible.
He diverted his gaze to the glowing terminal and leant over to give it a read.
"Hmm indeed" he concluded himself
*Y -intercom*
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A synthetic voice came over the intercom.
"This is an automated signal, transmitted over the emergency band. General call for distress. Level 5 anomaly. At exactly 1537 hours galactic standard, sudden loss of crew."
That didn't give much. Sudden loss of crew seemed ominous. and level 5 anomalies were the really bad things. A reactor leak is only a level 4... but that ship looked to be relatively intact.
"this is an-"
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Angder swore at crest. "Help me up please... someone has to pilot this damn ship..."
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*crest grunted as he helped angder up* so why are we here again?
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The feline had groaned softly as he pulled himself out of the tube. Every single limb on Leo’s body felt stiff, like he was just a walking coprse that had crawled out of a funeral home. Then he heard one of his Crew mate’s remarks, and frowned… but soon snickered when he saw him nearly fall over on his face.
“Well my friend,” The feline hummed as he shuffled stiffly to his locker. He pulled it open, and began to remove his equipment, piling it up on the floor, and some items to the floor. “Those tubes DO freeze you to the point where you should be dead. They have a tendency of causing brain damage however. Tell me, are you suffering freezer burn?
Then… he heard the intercom and frowned. This… seemed like a bad idea. The feline quickly got dressed and rushed up to the cockpit of the ship. Once he slid into the seat, it rotated and slid him closer to the controls. He glanced over the ship with a frown, and began to tap at a few buttons to get a query on their location.
“Ship looks like a money pool guys. But… I’m not likin the sounds of Level 5. If the crew is dead, my best guess is a Virus got into the system and became extremely contagious. If all’s dead, the virus might be gone. But… that’s still a very high risk to take.”
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Ashlin slowly climbed out of her pod, clutching onto the side to support herself while he muscles adjusted to being used again. She was wobbly, but finally found purchase, staggering over to the toliets and immediately vomiting inside one of them. "What tha' hell is going on?" She called before her stomach lurched again.
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Leo raised up a hand to one of the many panels, and flicked a rocker switch, turning on the ships nose search light. Once that was taken care of, he lowered the hand down onto a nearby control stick, and slowly began to tweak it by rocking his wrists. The light slowly panned around the ship, to illuminate it and look over the damages. And a possible way to land. When his search on this one side was drawing near an end, he used his free hand to now maneuver the ship using short burst from the retro thrusters.
The feline tapped the intercome speaker, and spoke over the microphone. "Wake up boys, and get yourselves steady. We got a good target... but uh... this is looking kinda shady. Looks like a good money pool though. Nothing's been picked out yet. And... I'm not seeing any external damages. Good chance we can find something good. Come on up to the deck, I'd like to know everyone's opinion on this before I dock."
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Perry moved to stand behind the pilot's seat apprehensively. He knew his place as an engineer and didn't like being bossed around so early by someone who was obviously playing commander.
"You know Anger's going to try to kill you... right? He's the pilot."
He blinked once, very slowly.
"I'm going to check the landing gear or whatever"
Perry disappeared down a ladder, wondering if the ship had gotten colder since last time.
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Leo simply brushed away the foreboding forecast of his demise by the pilot. "Yeah yeah. When he learns how to get up on his own two feet after a Cryo, He can take it back. But Objects in motion stay in motion in space. Last we need is something crashing into the hull and tearing a hole in our asses." The feline sighed as he now glanced down to the info monitor. His eyes reading over the Data presented to him.
"Eighty Percent life support? If there's a virus... it's probably long gone by now. Cleaned up by the filter," the feline mumbled to himself. His ears perked up when he spotted an entrance on the aft of the USCSS Nalfar. Once it was spotted, he flicked on the ships computer, and kept it orbitally fixed at this point, relative to the other ship.
"Still got plenty of power... and the engines don't work... Could just fly the entire damn thing to a scrap yard and get more money off of it if we fixed the engines" The feline hummed softly. He leaned a bit closer, his eyes squinting to take a look at the engines. He... didn't see any signs of external damage. So something must have damaged the interals. THough... he was incredibly curious about what caused this. Engine failure, was one of the lower containment levels. And an on board act of Terror was at most Level 2.
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Angder staggered to his feet, and over to his locker. "No idea..." Angder said, loud enough for Ashlin to hear "Probably something that needs salvaging." He put on his pilots uniform. "OK... time to go do what I do best." Angder stumbled over to the door, and made his way towards the cockpit.
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The feline didn't even look behind himself when the Pilot came in. Instead, Leo continued to gaze thoughtfully through the cockpit's window and down to the ship from the pilot chair. His large satellite like ears however, did turn around to face the Pilot as he stepped in. The feline sniffed and gave Ander a small wave. Still, he didn't peel his gaze away from the monstrous ship.
"Hello, Capn. Finally got your sea-legs did ya?" Leo chuckled in a sing song manner. He then pointed to the ship, and then the information panel. "We're lined up and ready to slide into her. But... the docking bay is locked up. And Level 5 usually implies a lock down is involved. Give the word and I can take care of it. But... do you really think this is a good idea?"
Leo now finally looked over his shoulder. His expression fell distant with thought. "Logically speaking, this is a gold mine. But there's a certain factor of risk here. We never went above level 4. And that was just once. This..." he gestured to the ship. "Is... just shady. Pirates are level two... terror is level two at most... Reactor leaks, which is like bathing in radiation is just four. I don't even know what the hell could cause a five. The fricken plague? A nuclear explosion?"
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Angder stared at the Feline. "Last I checked you were a scientist." Angder stated. "I guess I was mistaken and should go muck about with test-tubes. maybe cause an explosion or two, while you crash my ship."
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The feline grins as he now slides out of the chair. "Last I checked I was also trained as a Navigator and pilot as well. Though not as an unorthodox one like yourself.~" The feline then tapped his chin as he leaned against the back of the chair.
"Now, if you go and handle some test tubes. And more specifically mine, I hope that you at least have some experience. I don't want to be worked over by someone with a death grip," The feline chuckled in his lilting tone. He then nodded to the ship. "So... are we going in, are are we absconding?"
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"Are we going in? of course we are going bloody in. Have not had any good haul for a while" Angder moves towards his chair, and then abruptly grabs Leo's arm, and pulls it, causing him to stagger. "If I ever find you in my seat again by the way..." Angder smirked let go of his arm, he then sat down. he had no bloody idea what he would do, but sometimes it was best to leave these things to the other persons overactive imagination.
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"Oh please," The feline chuckled as he pulled his arm away. "I don't care what kind of background you have, you're not intimidating me with just words."
The feline slipped into another chair, and began to tap away at a computer. Once he locked onto the radio, he began to systematically poke around for any weakpoints, and back doors before breaking into the system's mainframe.
"We're on a ship with Ex-Military personel, an empathetic Engineer, an Ex-pirate, and a lot of other misfits with nothing but vacuum around us." The feline then raised a brow, looking over from his terminal. He continued typing even as his attention was away from the screen, and then pressed enter. A few seconds later, he had the door open.
"Do you really think you'll frighten me with your macho act, hun?"
He then glanced back to the ship. "Sides... I wish you took my warning about this, and just absconded. Intuition tells me this is not a nice place to be."
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Xander finally stumbles over to his locker and slips on his uniform. Grumbling as he does. Stretching his back which causes a loud click that can be heard throughout the room. He then makes his way over to the cockpit, looking from Angder to Leo with a semi-accusatory look on his face. "Is there a reason we've all been woken up or is this just for shits and giggles?"
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The navigation terminal beeped.
"contacts detected. Micro-asteroids. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up." It repeated that over and over.
Apparently, while you two were arguing, you neglected to look at the Nav-screen.
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Xander groaned. He'd only just been woken up and already things were going wrong. He quickly nudged Angder in the ribs. "Aren't you supposed to be the pilot? Seems like you should do your job otherwise we're a little screwed" His Drifted to Nav-screen but it all just seemed like gibberish to him. Not that it mattered, it's not his job tho stop this from happening and someone more qualified is right there next to him. The wolf slowly leaned against the wall, deciding that, all things considered, he saw no real cause for concern.
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Ashlin, after emptying out her stomach contents, shakely got up and headed to her locker, complelety disregarding her uniform like usual and settling on her usual dresswear. She put on a green tanktop with tan camo pants, finishing off with a pair of black goggles she slipped over her head before slamming her locker closed. Finally regaining full use of her legs, the vixen made her way down to the engine room, taking a seat at a desk and typing a list of commands into a computer. "Reactor, good. Cooling tanks, good. Life support, building back up to speed. Main engines, good, good, annnd good." Sitting back in her chair with a yawn, Ashlin thumbed the comm to the cockpit. "We're all good down here Capt'n. Everything fired up fine."
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"Not a problem..." The whole ship lurched, as Angder took control of the ship, he spoke over the intercom. "Everyone, please hold on, we need to maneuver the ship, things might get a bit bumpy."
Angder moved the control stick back, causing the ship to (Relative to the crew) lift. "That should be enough to clear the asteroids... but just to be sure..." Angder put his foot down, and slowed the ships movement forward, while starting the thrusters at the bottom of the ship, causing it to rise faster. "OK... all set I think... we will know in... 5. 4. 3. 2..."
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Xander smiles slightly as he hears Ashlin's voice through the comm. Suddenly realising he should probably have checked everything was fine as well. He just shrugs off this realisation, it's not like he does much work anyway. There's a reason he sometimes refers to her as "the one who actually works", though never to her face. "well it's good that everything's working just fine."
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An explosion off in the distance. You can't hear nor see it. But it's there, a puff of firey oxygen.
The only thing that you see happen is a chunk of jagged debris rapidly flying towards your ship, at speeds of 500 Kilometers per hour, and counting.
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"Oh..." Angder grins. "We are taking evasive action" He says over the intercom. Angder twists the ship to the side firing thrusters, sending the ship into a deep dive. after achieving a good speed, he cuts the engines, the ship continues moving though, carried by its momentum. "Crisis should have been averted. But please. everyone. Brace for impact..."
Angder held on to his seat. "5000, 4000, 3000, 2000... I... I think I dodged it!"
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Xander falls to the floor completely unprepared for what just happen. Glaring up at Angder as he slowly picks himself up, growling a little. "A decent warning would be great next time, Ace." He then goes quiet and listens out for anything that sounds vaguely like an explosion or like something slamming into the ship. Bracing himself this time, just in case.
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A second piece of debris breaks off from the chunk, heading straight towards you. You are unable to dodge it in time, and a sharp piece of metal is soon sticking out of you long-range FTL drives. The ship shudders, its momentum halted. It then launches into a spin, thankfully not felt by the crew. The gravity drives should correct for that.
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It appeared Ashlin spoke to soon. A loud crash echoed through the engine room and an alert came up on the computer, the FTL drive flashing red "Ehh Capt'n, we got problems. What ever ya just hit is lodged in our FTL drive. We are leaking coolant into space." She said through the intercom. Typing some commands in the computer, she pulled up a damage read out.
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Xander groans as he hears that and quickly makes his way to the engine room, walking up to Ashlin. "So...how bad is it? Bad or really bad?" Looking at the computer over her shoulder, for once actually a little concerned that something serious may be happening.
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There was a small explosion across from where Perry stood in the Bow maintenance deck, sending him off his feet.
He picked himself up and punched the intercom.
"guys, we're losing engines"
the intercom fizzled
"I'm sealing the bulkheads, we need to land soon"
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"Oh! And you were worried about me wrecking the ship," Leo laughed as he spun over to the navigation computer. He tapped away at the buttons to plot a course for the pilot to follow. Naturally, it was aligned with the docking bay.
"So... it looks like we're stuck in a perpetual Aileron roll, Capn."
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"If it was you..." Angder growled. "There would not be a ship left."
Angder yelled over the intercom. "Ashlin, and that useless piece of shit Xander, can one of you repair this damn FTL drive? I can stop the spin... Also WHY THE Firetrucking FECK Did the ship stop! I thought I told you to turn off that system! I don't want to stop when hit, I want to keep flying so nothing new hits us." Angder slumped back in his seat. "OK... stopping the spin..." Angder turned on the thrusters on the bottom of the left side, and the top of the right side of the ship. trying to slow the spin.
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Xander rolls his eyes and lets out a long sigh. His voice coming through the intercom as he begrudgingly responded to the order. "yes, Boss, I'm on it. We'll let you know as soon as we know exactly how bad the problem is and if it is even easily fixable." Heading towards the FTL drive at a slow, relaxed pace. He stops dead in his tracks as he sees the sharp piece of metal lodged in the ship, and more specifically the FTL drive. "why does space debris have to be so dangerous? Can't just be something blunt, no, it has to be sharp metal." Xander silently hopes for Ashlin's help but is keeping his mouth shut.
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"Oh please! If it was me, the same damn thing would happen," The feline laughed, as he peaked out the cockpit window once more. "By the way... we don't have an option in this now. Land before those idiots pull out what ever is keeping this ship pressurized."
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Ashlin, knowing Xander might not be able to do the job alone, got up and headed after him, standing beside him and crossing her arms as she approached the FTL drive. "Oh boy, this isnt good." She said, her ears twitching to the hiss of escaping oxygen. Beads of liquid poured from a severed line and slipped around the chunk of debris, no doubt the cooling fluid leaking into space. "Well, it cant be fixed, not in the vacuum of space anyway, but I can at least stop the oxygen from escaping." Walking over to a tool cabinet, the vixen opened it up and retrieved an ion torch. "Hey Xander, wanna go over there 'an seal the door? If somethin blows I dont want the rest of the crew to get sucked out with us."
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Xander salutes jokingly "Aye aye, boss." Walks over to the door and hits the panel next to it, closing it and then sealing it. Giving Ashlin a thumbs up. "All good over here. If something fucks us up we'll be the only ones to die" Giving a false reassuring smile.
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Ashlin rolled her eyes at the sarcasm. "Man Xander, I just got up and ya already want to make me go back to bed." She said with a laugh. Flipping down her goggles, she went over to the FTL drive, pressing the torch to the haul and welding it to the debris.
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Xander walks over to her to her and watches her weld the debris over her shoulder. "Well you know me, it's pretty much my job to do that, where as yours is to be a much better engineer. It's quite a good way for a team to work if you ask me"
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With the debris holding in the air, it would likely be best to remove it only when in the presence of oxygen. The only way to do that would be to move into a larger ship, or a planet. There seemed to be a perfectly viable ship, just up ahead. There would also probably be a multitude of spare parts as well, given that it's a huge ship, and, as with any huge ship, there is always smaller ships coming in, looking for repairs.
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Angder sighed, and started to fly the ship towards the bigger ship. "Well, if you insist..." Angder moves the ship into the hanger, "The hanger door might not close... we are going to have to send someone out to close it manually if that's the case... unless you don't want any life support..." The ship shudders as Angder puts it down on the floor of the hanger.
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Ashlin pulled up her goggles and checked her work. It was hurried, but good enough until she could really work on it. "Yanno, you would be a good engineer too if ya wernt such'a lazy ass." She said, moving past Xander and reopening the blast door. "Now lets get up to and see what Captin wants us to do." Leaving the engine room, the fox made her way up to the cockpit, leaning a shoulder against the doorway. "So we decided to check this ship out eh?"
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Xander follows Ashlin, rolling his eyes at the lazy ass comment. "The fact you're even saying that means you don't know me very well at all." He lets out a small laugh. He just stands behind Angder in the cockpit. Watching what he's doing and trying to make sense of it in his head, failing at it quite miserably.
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"Yea, and I need someone to go shut the hanger doors manually, I am unable to close them remotely. Ashlin, Get your suit on, and get out there, I would not trust Xander not to fall asleep or something."
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Xander scoffed loudly. "I don't even care if it's true, I resent that remark and demand some form of apology. Preferably written and accompanied with a notice about how I'm getting a raise."
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"Gottcha" Ashlin said, leaving the cockpit and heading down to the airlock. It didnt take long to put on a suit, and after a few moments she was in the vacuum of the hanger. Slowly and steadily, the vixen walked over to the hanger door controls and pressed them to close.
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The door shuddered, sliding closed. The two huge slabs of specialized alloys sealed hermetically with a barely audible hiss (especially considering the whole docking bay was completely depressureized), and then oxygen quickly flowed back in. Over the course of a few minutes, the gauge on Ashlin's pressure suit that read "external oxygen levels" ticked into the green range. Then, a synthesized voiced said "External atmosphere nominal. Zero contaminants detected."
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"OK..." Angder turned on the intercom, and also transmitted to the radio in Ashlins suit. "I admit I was nervous about landing, but now we are here, we should do our job. this is now officially a SALVAGE operation, SAL-VAGE. We are here to take whats valuable and leave. We want to do it as fast as possible. Is that UNDERSTOOD Xander?" Angder glares at the lazy ass behind him. "OK... We are not expecting any trouble, Ashlin, once again, You should repair the engines, I will leave it up to you if you want Xander with you or not." Angder began to climb out of his seat. "Well. what are we waiting for? we are here now. Lets get to it. Maybe you can EARN that payrise Xander." Angder grins at the crew present in the cockpit..
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"Ahh dont be so hard on Xander Cap." Ashlin said with a laugh. "Who else am i going to get to bring me tools?" The desert fox nade her way back to the ship and dumped her suit next to it, removing a ion torch from the suits belt and sticking it in hers.
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Angder moved to the airlock, "Everybody here? Time to get a move on."