Soundtrack:
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/439735Honestly the little soundtrack things I sometimes add are really just what I've been listening to while writing the roll. It's actually pretty good if I want to have any emotion to speak of while writing, being one of those introverted sociopathesque type people.
Roll 39
Ross Navy Ensign (4/120)
Ross Navy Ensign (34/120)
Ross Navy Elite (128/240)
Ross Navy Elite (158/240)
With a mysterious antagonist apprehended along with the highest-ranking official in the entire Ross navy, our... heroes (?) found themselves ready to return to base in order to figure out the next course of action.
Amatin took the responsibility of organizing everybody for the trip
off the ship.
"So let's get the plan settled. We need to get back to base with two things: the Admiral, whom we will let the Centauri courts deal with..."He turned to the admiral.
"Don't worry. I'm sure one of us has the entire situation recorded, am I correct?"A few people in the team nodded.
"Good. We also need to get Van Buren back to base to figure out how to deal with him. While killing him would be pragmatic, there is too much at stake. He talked about Vulcanus--something about the Ross already being present there.
Therefore, we must now go to Vulcanus.""And the crew?" the admiral asked.
"The crew... will have to use the escape pods. I'll use my radio's mass communication channel to warn everyone."Amatin turned around and took out his radio, setting it to broadcast the message as a warning.
"Attention Aurora crew! The ship is under the control of a horribly incompetent AI and is not expected to make it out of here. Sorry to ruin your hopes and dreams of an infinitely standing republic, but this ship is essentially uncontrollable. I would highly recommend making your way to the nearest escape pod before the ship crashes or strays from the fleet."
"That's settled. Now the Centauri admiral said that our evac was orbiting the ship in stealth mode. Jaffar, while we head to the hangars, tell him to bring the ship over and have it land. Hopefully we won't be spotted. If we are, we can have the admiral call off the attack and attempt end hostilities using the corvette's communication array."Milia spoke up, asking a question,
"Would it be alright if I wrap Van Buren up in case he comes to?""You are welcome to, but I have something special in mind. Stand back first--get some rope."[3]
Milia looked around; not finding rope, she removed a roll of bandages and decided to use those to tie Van Buren up with.
Meanwhile,
Amatin attempted to use his mind lock spell on Van Buren. [4] He felt his power come out from him--that signaled that Van Buren's spell blocking was conscious. He had to be, well, awake for it to work. Anyway, he restricted Van Buren from his own prefrontal cortex. Buren stopped making his passive motions--he simply lay there limp afterwards, his eyes slightly open.
Milia came and wrapped him in bandages to make sure he would both survive for interrogation and not be able to escape. It also made transporting him simpler without having to deal with flailing limbs.
Varron lifted Van Buren with gravity and then brought him into the elevator with everyone else, while
Jaffar called Admiral Burton and reserved a landing in the hangar room.
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Passing through the central hub, the team encountered Horatio Stonewall again, who was back in a capable power suit.
"I'm sorry to say this, but we had an ambush prepared for you up until the last moment. Did you really expect me to keep my word? I was practically the Admiral's dragon! Anyway, we all heard the broadcast. I'm, as usual, going to be the last one in, so I'm staying to make sure the entire crew gets to safety."--------
Going downstairs, members the group couldn't help but notice a strange, almost sweetish smell emanating from the laboratory. Caplus, having went inside before, asked everyone to hold on while he investigated. Furthermore, in case the gas was poisonous, his shield blocked it, so he couldn't smell anything either, unlike the others.
Meanwhile,
Zakroff was pondering what to do with his fighter--leave it here, tether it to the Griffin, o fly it out. Leaving it here would result in a large financial loss, but would take less time than tethering it to the Griffin or anything. Granted, the
Aurora was not exactly spiraling out of control just yet, although navigating its corridors was still rather dangerous due to the French AI's antics.
Meanwhile,
Caplus entered the laboratory. The first thing he noticed was that suddenly, he was on the floor, face-down. Or hovering an inch above it, actually, thanks to his shield. However, what surprised him was not his sudden fall, but what he was hovering over. Getting up, he noticed he had left a bulky person-shaped indent in the floor. hat was not natural. He noticed tealish... clumps... of stuff on the floor. They were distributed all across the lab floor, in fact, connected with gelatinous webbing that stretched out across the floor. He decided that this stuff looked like an outbreak of some kind of plant life experiment gone wrong. Perhaps it was a fungus, actually. But either way, he made his way, through the squishy floor, past the cell he had freed some man from. However, catching something inside the chamber in his peripherals, he stopped, and looked to his side. He then gasped in some kind of abhorrent horror mixed with curiosity along the lines of "Ooh, this is scary. if I touch it will it kill me?"
Inside the cell was a thin fungal spire growing about a meter and a half straight upward, ending in a set of gills pointed toward the ceiling. It seemed to be absorbing the air current from the ventilation shaft above, as well as pumping
something through tiny pulsing capillaries in its stalk. Spores filled the room, and in fact, were pouring out and bouncing off of Caplus' shield, as well as sticking to the wall and settling there. Caplus even spotted a few circular structures on the walls, anchored with webbing and starting to grow gills themselves, oriented vertically--supposedly to capture air current. Caplus took his head out of the chamber and read the label above the cell:
MADUNAI FUNGAL SAMPLE--DO NOT VENTILLATECaplus assumed that the original AI, controlling the ventillation systems, made sure not to ventilate this cell in particular.
He checked the other cells, and to his dismay, he also found spires growing in them as well, although those cells were nowhere near as heavily infested.
Oh Jaffar, what have you done...
Madunai, known as "The Great Fungal Desert" by some, is a planet orbiting the Cyrian pseudo-system, Procyon A. (Procyon is a pseudo-system because Procyon B, a tiny white dwarf--also Procyon Major's binary pair, has captured a series of asteroids thanks to artistically licensed historical retconning my yours truly and in fact harbors its own ecosystem of dangerous stellar wildlife making it a system in and of itself if viewed from a practical perspective owing to the distance between the stars.)
The planet orbits rather closely to the star. Even though Procyon A is a white star, Madunai orbits so closely to the star that its surface is constantly scorched and bombarded with solar wind.
The only life to be found on this horrific oven of a single-biome planet is a form of fungas, Madunaiarum Majoris. It is actually a symbiotic organism with both separate strains known as Madunaiarum Minoris and Madunaiarum Maximus as well as [DATA EXPUNGED]
-Dr. Kalashnikov has ordered the classification of this document as well as related additional documentation on Madunai and its native species. Reproduction or distribution of the material following this warning will be punished by kill-squad if caught.-
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