consume and grow to critical mass, then fill the largest room possible with spores to propagate my species of mobile, petroleum consuming mold across the entire ship!
(3) you get intermingled with the mold that is already the dominant life form on the ship. You find it hard to tell where you begin and The Entity
TM ends. SOme lettuce in the fridge is grazing on you.
Use the flashlight on my phone to figure out where the exit is, then use it to get out of here.
Name: Dr. Bob
Species: Deerman
Description: Average looking for someone of his species.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: oxygen
Previous occupation: Geneticist
Miscellaneous: Would prefer not to be here.
Inventory:
Phone
Antler
(4) You find a maintenance access grate at the top of a recessed ladder on one wall. The ladder is, naturally, slick with slime, but you make a handy debris pile and climb up to the grate, turn the handle, turn your head sideways, and wriggle into the accessway. It's awkward going with your head sideways to accomodate your antlers, but luckioly for you you have eyes on the side of your head so you can see ahead reasonably well. There's gotta be a hosing off room somewhere up ahead, right?
Name: Tamatoa
Species: Coconut Crab
Description: A large crab, bluish-purple in color in most places except his back, which is more of an orange...sorta plaid theme. Has two arms with pincers, five legs and one stump where the sixth leg used to be (although I don’t remember if crabs have six or eight legs normally), two swiveling eyestalks with more human-like eyes, and a mouth that also resembles that of a human
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen and water are both acceptable
Previous occupation: Hoarding
Miscellaneous: Loves all things SHINY and has no regard for any inner qualities.
Scurry back to that navigation room and see what the ship is freaking out about now...
(1) the hologram is just laying there on the table, sobbing uncontrollably, sending virtual dust flying with her desparate hiccoughs, black streaks of tearstained soot running down her luminescent face. Well, that's no help at all.
Run away from the scary/annoying loud noise to my safe space ((which hopefully conveniently happens to be near the place boarders will board so that I can watch them))
(1) You scurry into a safe hole and end up in a face off with a possum. Do all possums mouths open that wide, or is this some sort of needle toothed demon straight from the land of rocking chairs?
Cog forgetting he's essentially a stowaway decides to run out of the room in panic after shoving the holobook in his back pocket and the two shiny-smooshy thingumajigs into his jacket pocket. "AAAGH," Cog runs in circles panicked by the bright lights and sirens "Cog just wanted shiny-shine! Cog do better clean job! No shoot Cog out airlock" he pleads to the blaring sirens and strobing lights as he continues freaking out.
running in circles, check. shouting and begging for his life? Check. Panic and lose his mind? You .. you bolded this. I gotta roll it. (4) Cog freaks out so hard he runs straight to the airlock and begins licking the glass window babbling about hygiene and the survival rate of sirens. He wets himself completely and strips whatever lower body garments he was wearing to spread the ... cleansing ... around the airlock door, the walls nearby, the floor, and his own head. Oddly, a hologram of a Female Goblin accompanies him on this task, waving around a dirty upper body garment and hooting like an owl while whining about bright lights and dim crewmates.
alright, no one has either fired on, communicatred with, or somehow placated the boarders so I gotta roll some thingums
First, just how aggressively do tehy disable the ship's weapons or whatever? (6) Good news/bad news. They do not violently disable the ships weapons at all. The weapons simply stop firing. All the holograms go rigid, frozen in whatever pose th3ey had: goblin mid hoot, bra mid swing, tear streaked girl mid sob, snot arcing dramatically from her nose, directional light displays frozen mid rotation, pointed God-knows-where, flight safety demonstrators frozen mid asphyxiation routine. And then the engi8ne shuts down and the lights and gravity go out.
Now, how aggressively do they board? (1) There is a loud explosion. Like really really fucking loud. Like, everyone is stunned for a while: eels, goblin, cat, drone, possum, even the mold is startled into sporelessness. And then the air pressure drops. and then the "exposed to vacuum" alarms start before a bunch of airlocks seal up - most notably in the direction of cargo, armory, assuming this thing had that, and the bar, which this thing definitely had.
So, to sum up:
air pressure is dangerously low and you all need to find or utilize whatever space gear you have available
lights: out
gravity: off
ship['s A.I. silent and dark
cargo bay: exposed to vacuum
boarders: present - but not where you guys are.