Pick my ass up and run the other way!
[4] Your survival instincts kick in and you hop to your feet quickly, beating a hasty retreat from the horrific nightmare that burst through the chest of your fellow crewmen. You tell yourself that you'll never forget...actually, you can't remember his name at the moment, but you'll never forget him. You pound metal with your large feet, trucking towards the escape pods, and reach them before long.
I search the pod for emergency supplies.
[5] You quickly look over the controls and spy a big green button that says 'Emergency Supplies'. A few panels pop open and reveal food, water, first aid kids, electronics toolkits, mechanics toolkits, emergency blankets, and tarps. Thinking that there has to be more than that, you start navigating through the computers menus like a pro, and quickly come across a locked menu item called 'Option Delta'. It wants a password. 'Swordfish' you tell it, and another panel opens under the pilots console, revealing a hefty pistol, with two clips of ammo. Sweet.
(Received Pistol and two clips of ammo. The rest is available for anyone to pick up. You sre still seated and secured.)
Is their blood acidic?
Shed some and find out
GO SAVE MARKUS AND ESCAPE IN OUR ESCAPE PODS if i saved him.
[6] Your military training takes over. You jump up out of your crabwalk and sprint down the hallways towards the escape pods. 'I must save a dock worker!' you think to yourself, and spy one such individual making his way towards the escape pods. But he is not in one! You MUST help him! You tackle the big man, bodily forcing him into an escape pod, where you cover his body with yours, protecting him.
I stand dutifully, tell the person who pushed me down exactly and in no uncertain terms what I think of their lineage, religious beliefs, parentage, intelligence, what I intend to do with their spleen, gallbladder, and pancreas, and what eternal punishments they will suffer after they have shuffled off this mortal coil. I shall then proceed to continue showing the crowed the proper way to march to an escape pod.
[2] Shaking with indignant rage, you stand and march down the hallway until you catch up with the man. You grab him by the shoulder and proceed to give him a piece of your mind. You go into a long, detailed explanation about how we are civilized people and WE do not push and WE do not run and WE do not panic. One thing you DO do, apparently, is get the snot knocked out of you as he punches you full in the face. You hit the ground again, for the second time in as many minutes. Well, at least you are closer to the escape pods.
Undock from the other ship to keep more aliens from coming onboard. I try and close off doors in the alien's path from the bridge, and if any are caught in a section without humans, vent the aliens into space or drop the air pressure in their sections.
[2+1] You search desperately for the controls to undock from the other ship, but they are disabled. Lock-out, tag-out. Safety overrides keep you from just undocking while the two ships are joined, the hatches have to be closed at the airlock and locked before you can attempt to undock. You do manage, however, to shut the doors on the entryway, and lock them down, dooming those insite to their deaths with no way to run form the horrific aliens. Oh well, it buys everyone else (yourself included) some time as they will probably eat the people trapped inside with them before breaking down the doors. Your monitors are still on. You can hear their screams, still, but at least you don't have to see what is happening, what with the cameras coated in blood and all.
We must save Markus fastly.
[2] Thinking about how Markus could be out there, in trouble, tears fill your eyes. 'We must save him!', you cry, and unbuckle your safety harness. You attempt to run out and save him, just as he flies through the door, having been tackled by Jets. The big men slam into you and knock you down, sending you to the floor.
Never one to dissapoint Daniel finishes his 'business' and then grabs for his clothes and does a nudie run to the escape pods.
[6] Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am! Actually, you are far better than that. FAR better. You've even starred in a few low-distribution simulations. Satisfied with your performance, you hop up nd jog to the escape pods, eminently pleased with yourself. As you settle into your seat, you think, 'Damn, these things are chilly.' Uh oh.
Name: Frederick XVI
Gender: Male
Profession: Engineer
General appearance: I am fairly short, but keep myself in good physical shape in the ship's gym. I like to read about a variety of topics in my off-duty hours.
Equipment: Normal Clothes
Skills: Mechanical Engineering, Electrical Engineering
Status: Knocked Down
Location: Outside the escape pods.
Name: Kenton
Gender: Male
Profession: Geneticist
General appearance: A weedy little man, not actually short, just thin and pale from too much time in the lab. Sits off in a corner, nervously fiddling with his bags. He clearly does not enjoy spaceflight.
Equipment: Normal Clothes, Pistol
Skills: Genetic Engineering, Biology
Status: Secure
Location: In the copilots chair of Escape pod #3
Name: Jets
Gender: Male
Profession: Meathshield Marine Forces, Assault group 1
General appearance: A Marine with his fatigues, he comes to the colony to protect it from alien scum or other weird shit.
Equipment: Flak Jacket, Personal Computer, Knife, Medikit
Skills: Personal Combat, Rifle Training
Status: Soiled, Prone
Location: On the floor of escape pod #3, on top of Markus
Name: Markus
Gender: Male
Profession: Forgeworker
General appearance: A burly man, Markus came on the transport ship to haul goods on and off the ship.
Skills: Strong, Forgeworking
Equipment: Tough Workman's Clothing, Back Brace, Money
Status: Nightmares
Location: On the floor of escape pod #3, laying under Jets
Name: Jess Brown
Gender: Female
Profession: Pilot/vehicle operator
General Appearance: A lithe, fit woman with brown hair (worn pulled back) and green eyes. She spurns the usual uniform in favor of jeans, casual shirt, and her old flight jacket, but was granted a dispensation because of her skill with vehicles.
Skills: Piloting, Gunner, Novice Knowledge of Smaliens
Equipment: Jeans, TShirt and Flight Jacket, Backpack
Location: The pilots cabin of the transport ship.
Name: Kat
Gender: Indeterminable
Profession: Cabin boy/girl/thing
General Description: Weedy, buried underneath piles of ragged clothing that obscure face and hair. The voice is androgynous, and all mannerisms are ordinary. Nothing unusual stands out about Kat beyond his/her clothing.
Skills:Strong, Tough
Equipment: Raggety Clothes
Status:
Location: On the floor of escape pod #3
Name: Daniel Carrion
Gender: Male
Profession: Con Man
General description: A tall lean well groomed man who had snuck onto the transport.
Skills:Persuader, Liar
Equipment:
Status: Nude
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Topic: RTD: Space. Turn 17: Well, that's not good. (Read 12250 times)