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[Ultimuh]

(They'd probably have watered-down wine. I mean, these guys are miners. It'd be a bad idea to get them drunk.)

(Yet another thing for Ernst to complain about.  )

[Dwarmin]

((OOC: Idea! Let's all post our characters words in color, so we can tell whats being said out loud, vs whats being thought. Cool? I choose...))

"It's called a 'Sitar'" Reyhana corrected, trying not to sound elitist...and sort of failing. "Also, good morning to you, Comm Chief Sarah Calevra." She continued, using the womans full name and rank. It was funny for Reyhana anyway to do that.

"As for my instrument, I cannot place what's wrong with it. Something is off. Listen for a moment..."

Bi-dooom...dwoom...dwoom...boom...broong...broong...dwoom.

Reyhana began playing a faster place, closing her eyes and trying to feel where her instrument was sick, so she might fix it. Her tempo was strong and then...it was lost. There? She experimentally plucked a single string. Maybe that was it.

"Do you hear that? It's a little off balance...I can't say what. At least I hope it is the instrument. Perhaps I'm undergoing the first stages of Space Madness-today the Sitar betrays my senses, tomorrow I see the Ghost of Armstrong outside the viewports, yes? What do you think, Comm Chief Sarah Calevra?" Reyhana smiled brightly, running an olive skinned hand over her silly orange scarf a little self consciously.

[Fniff]

"Just call me Sarah, I'd prefer it. I hate being called a comms chief, makes me feel like I'm becoming a fucking pencilneck more and more. " Sarah took another sip of the coke. "Anyway, I've been having problems with my drawing. It just kinda keeps coming back to a single theme."

She tapped the plastic table. Sarah kept drawing monsters. Horrible horrible monsters. She tried to draw a picture of the moon, of Barcalona in the summer, but it always kept going back to that single thing. She had no idea why, but it was like her hands just made her do it. She had a bad feeling in her gut that this was bad.

"But, enough about bad things. How is your plants?"

[Ultimuh]

Ernst entered the the rec room, he noticed the two women and nodded at them.
His attention then turned towards the cupboards, went over and opened one of them.
"Mmph.. were have ye hidden the drinks this time?" He said quietly to himself.
Then he turned to another cupboard and look inside of that one too while saying out loud.
"The blasted engine is busted and has to be replaced, the second one this month." He opened a third cupboard.
"If things continue like this..." He opens yet another cupboard, and this time he was annoyed.
"Dangit where have ye hidden the drinks?"

[Fniff]

"Ernest, can't you deal with the fact that the entire world may not revolve around drinking heavily?" Sarah sighed and fiddled with the tin ring on the can. She felt nervous, strangely. Just a sort of bad feeling, like something really bad was going to happen--

Suddenly, a loud boom shook the station. The lights went out, then flickered back on.

"Holy shit, what was that?!"

Something appeared out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned to look nothing was there. It was eeriely silent. Nothing seemed to be wrong in the slightest. It was like nothing had happened at all.

[Dwarmin]

Those were very odd drawings. Gruesome stuff....and, didn't they seem a little...familiar? It was almost as if Reyhana was looking at something *she* had drawn-that was the feeling she had. As if she had seen these pictures before. She tried to get rid of that thought.

...

"How are my plants?" Reyhana said, unconsciously correcting Sarahs grammar.

"Not good...some of them seem to be sick, or dying. Like my Sitar, I cannot find the solution...if it spreads to the rest of the dome, we will lose most of our corn, tomatoes and beans. Then again, I was sent here to fix such problems, so I will not stop trying, Comm...er, Sarah" She finished politely. Reyhana thought a moment.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to Ernst, to see if there is something wrong with the atmospheric systems...where is that Man? He usually shows up about now, anyway..."

She saw him come in , nod curtly, and being rummaging for a drink. It always got on her nerves-and she had often questioned the inclusion of stocking alcoholic drinks during the base meetings, half due to her Religious beliefs, the other being she didn't think it was wise to get drunk when the deathly cold vacuum of space was only a few precious centimers of plastic and metal away from you at any time.

"Engineer Ernst, can you cease your que...

*insert boom here!*

"sting and speak with me a moment?" Was how Reyhana would have answered, if she wasn't hiding under the table after the explosion. She crawled out, and dusted herself, trying to recollect her thoughts. Her first desire was not for the safety of the others-not entirely, but the thought someone had stolen her Sitar while the lights were out. She spun around. It was still there. Thank God.


"...is everyone all right?"

[Fniff]

Sarah Calevra stood up, and looked around.

"I'm fine here. What the fuck happened?"

Suddenly, a loud pounding noise could be heard above them. The metal groaned as something too heavy for the tunnels started to clamber through them. Something was terribly wrong here. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest. Something was in here, and it probably wasn't a meteor. Something bad. Very very bad. Her heart sunk as she realized she had no idea the true scale of what could be found out here, this far from home. She felt worse then she had ever been.

"What the hell was that?"

[Ultimuh]

Ernst cursed loudly as everything seemingly went to hell.
His immediate thoughts were was on the colony's power station.
"If there's a breach.." He said loudly but was interrupted by Sarah's outburst.
He froze as he also noticed something at the corner of his eye, instinctively reaching his hand towards a wrench which he always carried around by his belt.
Be very very quiet.. He said with a loud whisper.

[Dwarmin]

Reyhana was close to panic now. Her mind tried to remember the disaster protocols...

1. First, gather up those around and attend to the wounded! Attempt to restablish communication with authority, and await rescue!

2. If Rescue is not available, all personnel should make their way to the SAFE ROOM. Guaranteed to protect against all threats-and conveniently located in the center of the base, for easy access!

3. Above all STAY CALM. Rescue is no more than a month away at any given time!

Reyhana didn't even notice the creature-she was try to use the wallcomm . "Um, Hello-We're having some problems here...is anyone there?" She whispered. But, Reyhana heard only static...and maybe something else. Was that a voice...it sounded so...so wrong. Reyhana leaned in close, trying make out the words

FZZZZttteveTraaveybodyFtrwwwtLAUFtrrrGHSFtasss

Then the comm exploded, and Reyhana jumped back, her heart beating in her chest. She grabbed her Sitar from the table and swung it around her. Whatever was going to happen...she wouldn't want it to be left behind. She realized the others we're looking around for something...and froze, backing into a corner. She had never felt further from home than she did now.

[Fniff]

Sarah snarled. "Fuck this!"

She looked out the corridor. It was brightly lit, but something was there. Sighing, she ripped out a panel from the floor and looked towards her co-workers.

"Some shit is going down, and I think my planning payed off. We need to get to the saferoom right now! I have a few things that could help!"

Sarah looked down the corridor again, and then realized something was staring back. Two eyes looked directly at her, then something happened. The eyes disappeared. The comm radio stopped sparking. Everything was calm. It was way too quite for Sarah's liking. This never happens. Whatever is attacking them, it never just plain gives up when it is just about to make a serious strike. This was most probably a bad sign. It was toying with them. Imagination is humanity's greatest advantage and worst problem.

Silence.

This frightened Sarah more then it should have. It was planning something. She knew it. There was something going on here. It was in their base, it was almost going to kill them but it just stopped.

"We need to get out of here right now. Something terrible is about to happen."

[Ultimuh]

Ernst, noticed something by the corridor, but could not really tell what it was.
He looked towards the two women. "I have to check on the Power station, if there is a breach.. the slightest leak.."
He said with a worried expression, he knew that the others might know the consequences of the possibility.
He walked towards them, with the wrench in his hand and his eyes towards whatever was at the corridor.

[Dwarmin]

Power Station...breach...slightest leak...catastrophic explosion...the words kept running through Reyhanas mind. It was almost like she her vision was clouded. A small voice inside-not a voice she reocognized-told her to just curl up in the corner, give up and wait for the end. Why run...there was no where to run...just wait for IT to come and end your suffering...it won't take long...and you'll be with all your friends...in IT. Part of IT. One with IT.

...

Sarah's voice, steady despite her own fear, cut through these visions. Like someone had sparked a match, Reyhans vision cleared, and the dark thoughts retreated. Sarah had a plan. She was in control of the situation. Reyhana nodded fearfully and moved toward the access panel. It was dark down there. Of course, the emergency lights were out. She was afraid to go down...but, it was better than staying here.

[Fniff]

Sarah's mind felt foggy, but she managed to deal with it. She was a marine, she had been in worse situations. What could a little bogeyman do to her? Nah, it probably is just something weird. A gas or something. Sarah climbed down to the maintenance tunnels and moved forward. She could deal with this. There was nothing to fear. She would uncover her stash, blow this goddamn thing to hell and walk off fine and dandy while she was doing it. If she was insane enough to spend a month fending off rebels, what else could she do?

It was very dark down there. There was a hissing sound as something crawled on her skin. What felt like -claws? Don't be absurd. What the hell has claws that big?- talons digging into her shoulder. She turned around. Nothing at all. She was a marine. She could deal with this.
"Over here"
Sarah turned around. She thought she heard something.
"Calevra, Calevra, no-one loves you, Calevra, Calevra, you are running on borrowed time..."
Sarah was terrified.

[Ultimuh]

Ernst made up his mind. "Stay with Sarah." He said to Reyhans just before running out the corridor.
He had ot get to the power station and if it had substained any damage, he had to at least know how much time they had.

(And I'm off for now. Just think of it as in a movie, the camera isn't paying attention to this guy for the moment. 
So good night and thanks for le fish.)

[Knave]

(looks like I'm late to the party!)

Quartermaster Frank Peterson had been lounging in his chair watching the latest Cosmic Ball match between the Atlanta Atoms and his favourite team the Memphis Rangers. Leaning forward he took a quick swig from a bottle of whisky that he had taken from the mess hall. It was cheap and watered down, he doubted anyone would miss it. And if they did come looking for it, at least he would have someone to watch the game with.

He damn near fell out of his chair when what sounded like an explosion rocked the station, moments later the  comm burst to life hearing a voice on the other end. "Um, Hello-We're having some problems here...is anyone there?"

What followed seemed to short out the circuitry of the wall-com. Fear began to overtake the rotund quartermaster, his eyes wide as he looked about the room. For what seemed like ages Frank stood as silent as the bulkheads before embarrassment began to set it. 'It's probably just some accident down on the drilling floor.' He let out a nervous laugh in an attempt to laugh away the fear, but he wasn't fooling himself, he turned off the Cosmic Ball match to be alone in the eerie silence.

He stumbled over to the back of the supply office and pulled out an emergency kit, fit with flashlight, communicator and a few other essentials. Perhaps maintenance would have a better idea of what was happening to the electronics, picking up the hand-held communicator, he flicked the emergency frequency on, “Hello? Quartermaster Peterson here. Looks like my comm-unit blew... Anyone have any idea what that noise was?” his eyes flitted back and forth in the quiet room.