Derelict

[Akranadas]

"Humanity is perhaps the greatest civilization in the galaxy; they have made space travel possible for all beings. Yet in every human lies the same flaws; Greed, lust, and curiosity"
- Aatan Mx, Leader of the Routpha

The Galaxy is a massive place, millions upon millions of worlds orbit a billion stars, the amount of life in the glaxay; Impossible to imagine or calculate. Yet, with every so often, this massive world grows smaller upon certain events in individual being's lives. Centred around the events that change their lives forever.

The stage is set, aboard the "Corona Bandit" you make your way across the galaxy, shipping goods from space station to space station, but the galaxy is a harsh place and you have to harsh to it as well. That is why you are no regular person who has found himself aboard the Corona Bandit , rather you joined the crew for the spoils that the job may bring.

That is when we came upon it.

"Captain, I've picked up a large object about 1 km ahead. It appears to be a space crusier, yet it isn't answering any of our hails, It appears to be abondoned, as scans show no life on board. Perhaps, this is the find you've dreamed about? So, should I dock with the Derelict and let the crew take control of it with you Sir, so that we can claim it as our own?" asked Foley

"Very well"

The Ship, that the Corona Bandit plans to plunder has more than could imagine, and something they never wanted to find. For the Ship is or was, the "UESF (United Earth Space Federation) Deep Sea" a highly classifield Biological ship.

But why is it abandoned? Those are the answers you'll have to find out, as you embark upon the Derelict in search of the find of a live time, ships are big money, and to secure your share in the trade in, you'd better pull your weight.

----Regular Board War Stuff----

Character Creation

Name:
Race: (You can be an Alien if you wish, but make it something we can identify, something humanoid)
Age:
Gender:
Equipment: See Note Below.
Back Story: Explain how you ended up upon the Corona Bandit and what your past holds for you,

Note on Equipment - Remember your not a Soldier, so no high grade weapons, the level of tech with regards to weapons being available to the public is; High Grade bullet fired weapons and low grade laser tech. But be real with regards to weapons, not explosives, you don't want to get everyone sucked into deep space now.

Heres my character, the Captian.

Name: Riker, Captain Riker
Race: Human
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Equipment: Shotgun, Lazer Pistol, Data Pad, Comm Equipment
Back Story: Riker is the Captain Corona Bandit, but thats not all his captained before, he was once an employee of a large smuggler group now as the Zulu, he commanded a small fleet of 3 ships in raiding and smuggling, but that came to a end when the UESF shut down the operation by killing the HQ of the Zulu. When Riker found out, he took the ship he was on, and with only 1 other crew member; Foley. Made way for a new life as a priviteer.

Note on Foley; Foley is a NPC, he is the Ships Pilot and stays on the ship at all times, he can be talked to via com and can be used by any players.


So, Should I welcome you aboard the Corona Bandit and join you in the plunder of the Derelict?

[Sevorak]

I remember having an idea like this, once upon a distant time. As such, count me in! :D

Character

Name: Seleya.
Race: Aerean. (Additional information available if required).
Age: 21.
Gender: Female.
Equipment: Crystalline focus-sword, rune-crystal patterns on her body.
Backstory/Description: Seleya stands at 6'5, and possesses great strength in her deceptively lithe frame. An Aerean's muscular and skeletal structure is several times as dense as a human's, and still affords them roughly equivalent flexibility. They are also naturally fast - though not generally quicker to react. Her skin is a light blue hue, marked with dancing patterns strongly reminiscent of the sea. Her features are subtly angular, otherwise appearing vaguely similar to a human's. Her eyes are a faintly luminescent yellow, flaring an icy colour when she feels strong emotion or intensity of focus. Grafted (likely psychically) onto her skin are patterns of sapphire-like crystals, arranged to resemble runic inscriptions.

Seleya herself appears to have recieved formal military training at some point in her life, as evidenced by her natural affinity with the sword. She would also likely possess significant knowledge of Aerean military tactics, weapons and overall doctrine. Of course, she is no longer part of any recognized Clan military - though the fact she is permitted to carry her sword is entirely unremarkable, though may appear odd to those unfamiliar with Aerean culture. All Aereans who have once been a part of the Clan military - unless they were dismissed under circumstances that would ultimately preclude them from ever carrying a weapon again - are permitted to keep their swords, as such a weapon is a highly personal item.

She is generally unfamiliar with the usual forms of technology - Aerean society and technology operates on radically divergent principles to that of most other comparable races, and so Seleya is generally fairly tentative when working with conventional technology, or when immersed in conventional societies. She tends to appear out of place wherever she goes - though she lacks the crystal-weave armour of her people, she generally wears loose-fitting silken clothes and acts the part of an outsider, seldom speaking and constantly watching. And since little of her eyes are visible beneath the light, it is virtually impossible to tell who she is watching - which can make her useful if one is trying to unnerve someone.

[Gorb]

Name: Veq.
Race: Human (presumably).
Age: Unknown (mid-thirties?).
Gender: M
Equipment: Strange body tatoos, skin carvings, bone necklace. Apart from that, dressed normally and carries a knife, torch, a few scraps of food, etc.
Back Story: No one quite knows how he came to be in the area; neither did he himself. All he requires is a job, one that will earn him substantial money. Other than that, anything goes.

[Psymon]

Name: Conal
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Equipment: Tools, laser pistol (has been tinkered with a lot)
Back Story: A mechanic, Conal has a natural aptitude with machines. He's an ok shot, but he dislikes fighting and usually tries to wound rather than kill. Tall, quiet and generally taciturn towards strangers, he finds it hard to open up to people. He can fix most mechanical things and ended up on the Bandit for that reason. Almost always has grease and oil on his clothes or himself

[Ragnarok]

Name: Psatldhgttyil - Gharax in normal language
Race: Gharmanian-an alien race who was once a mighty empire, now is a close to exctinction race. they are Reptilian in appearance, but have really big jaws and are really strong when angered. they are now dispersed along the Galaxy, working as workers and builders...
Age: 57 in human years
Gender: Male
Equipment: normal clothes, a small laser pistol, and a bionic arm.
Back Story: as a worker in an old Casino, he found himself in the middle of a really bad situation and ended up killing someone. he ran away and changed his name, trying to stay low, and came across the Corona Bandit and its crew. Gharax then joined the crew in hopes of getting away from those who pursue him....

He is a really good laborer, carrying things around, wether it is Cargo, or ammo....

OOC: Akra, if there is something i need to change, tell me and i will.....

[Sword_Monkey]

Name: Jasmine Norton
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Equipment: Carries a stun baton around, primarily uses it to charge things up, but sometimes she can be pretty menacing with that thing.
Back Story: She wanted riches, an escape from her boring life, and the ship benefited from a polite girl's voice on the comms and generally helping out around the ship. She seems to have come from a rich background, but nobody knows as she has had flying lessons, and knows alot about bridge controls. But she'll even help out in other areas, being the most willing cook aboard the ship.

Lo Ark!

[Lestaki]

Name: Era Nelsé
Race: Fantinos (additional information available if required)
Age: 20 (that's about 26, relative to humans)
Gender: Male (though it's hard to tell)
Equipment: Laser Hunting Rifle, universal translation earpiece, datapad

Back Story: Era is the son of the famous poacher, Ade "Hawk" Nelsé, a professional on the rifle-shooting circuit who also tested his skills illegally on the side, free hunting the animals of aristocratic lands and indeed anything that you weren't supposed to hunt. The Hawk taught his son well, and the pair saw through many excursions and a fair few tournies before the Hawk's infamous luck finally ran out, caught hunting endangered Yellow Steron on the Yalsie Plains, Planet Toreno. He was captured drawing the police away from his son, and Era still blames himself for the lengthy jail-time his father is serving. At the same time, however, he has vowed to continue his father's quest- to shoot one of every game in the universe- to his mother's intense chagrin.

However, dreams require funding, and so Era has fallen into an initereant lifestyle, sticking to a job for as long as it stumps up the funds to reach the next system, then blowing his savings in a spree of hunting and travelling the moment his shuttle has touched the dirt. However, the universal traveller requires special equipment- his prized possessions, the universal translation earpiece and his universal datapad were both brought after months of work. His rifle, a custom-built hunting weapon, was a coming-of-age present from his father, and he values it highly. It can stop a bull elephant with a single shot to the face on full power, though this drains it entirely- in ship, however, he keeps it on a very low setting.

It is this endless need for money that has brought him to the Corona Bandit, reasoning that not only can he earn some cash, but he can quit the moment they arrive in a suitable system. He can shoot a rifle, his main skill, and also fire most any weapons with a little experimentation. As well as this, he has some rough and ready skill with navigation, as a result of his travels, and can also run one-man vessels if need be. He has a solid general knowledge of the galaxy, with special reference to big game, a gift for mathematics, bartering and computing, and all-round ability in anything that requires brains, not brawn- he is hopeless at heavy lifting, being a Fantinos.

[Raver]

Name: River
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Equipment: Modified P90 and two high caliber pistols are the most outstanding pieces in her equipment.
Back Story: Lived on a small farming colony, got bored, joined a crew and eventually joined this one.

[rifleman101]

Name: Serif
Race: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Roll: Fighter pilot, ex Space Marine, Blackmarkated UESF Intercepter.
Equipment: Broomstick (of sorts), Biohazard suit, Shotgun.
Back Story: The Corona Bandit is just one stop among many that Serif has made. Cautious, he never likes to rush into anything. A former space Marine, he was booted from the UESF Elite Corps after being Court Marshaled for Disorderly Conduct. He turned Mercenary after finding a love for flight, and was paid to act as a fighter escort for the Corona Bandit. He has developed a good reputation with the crew.

I can understand why people would fuss about the Intercepter, but keep in mind he is a mercinary who is... just dropping by. After all, the training in the Elite Corps gives one many advantages.

BTW, ill need a wingman.

Edit by Rusty; Don't use color, the forums will do it for you!

[Akranadas]

rifleman101: You don't need to select white if your using a dark skin, it auto does it for you.

We don't really need fight escorts as such, as the whole story is played on a ship

[Sheep]

Name: Tyler Craig
Race: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Equipment: x2 Pulse Pistols (fires small laser beams)

Back Story: Tyler grew up in the dusty plains of his homeworld where the sun always beated down relentlessly upon the little red world. He lived in a small village where food was scarce, so hunting the native animals was usually common. He joined the hunting groups at the age of 10, learning how too use their primitive weapons and how too hunt quickly, and by the age of 15 he was an expert shot. Disaster struck though as his village was attacked by bandits who killed and burnt their houses, and despite the mens best efforts they could not contend with the technology, the bandits eventually killed everyone who didn't flee.

Tyler escaped barely with his life intact and continued too wonder until he reached a city, he was forunately (or unfortunately) taken in by a group of people who have business in crime and managed to scrap a living for the next few years of his life. A few years onward he eventually left and searched for a new home and job, eventually joining the Corona Bandit.

[ShatteredFaith]

Name: Zill
Race: Half-Human Half-Alien(Unknown Race)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Equipment: Tattered Flak vest w/ tank top underneath. Military issued city desert pants and boots. Old military issue Snub Pistol.
http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/655/655560/gears-of-war-20051003095641145.jpgp
Back Story: Zill is a silent giant. Standing at a monstrous 7'7, and looking like he could bench a small starship, he is quite an imposing figure. His vaguely alien features (a bit blockier than a human, and the obvious height) and physique (stronger than even a human of equivalent size and muscle mass would be) are offset by his nearly mute dialog. He almost never speaks, and when it does it is in short, polite questions or responses.

Because of his large size he was picked out for military duty on Cypher 3, combating a previously little known hostile alien infestation. After two years, and the infestation put down, he volunteered himself for retirement. Volunteered by stuffing his commanding officer in a small cabinet, which required the breaking of all four of his limbs, after he refused to release Zill from military service. Zill has since been wandering, looking for direction in his otherwise directionless life.


Name: Ash
Race: Human
Age:19
Gender: Female
Equipment: Clothing as shown in picture (but not the tank). The best laptop money can afford. Its an excellent peice of equipment with lots of customizations built in (mainly illegal onse). Metal knee brace (outside of pants).
Back Story: Ashley met up with Zill shortly after he left the military, and deciding, in her infinite wisdom of 17, to follow him and figure out why he is so silent all the time. Driven purely by whimsey, and the fact that Zill is not by nature violent, and violence would be the only thing that would drive Ash away, she has tagged along with him and is probably the only person in existance that can get him to say more than 3 words at a time. She can get him to say four "Pass the salt, please". Ashley is a rich daughter of a noble family on a mildly important planet. She ran away from home and jumped ship when her father tried to marry her off. She is an excellent hand at all things electronic and most things mechanical.
Additional Info: Ash broke her right knee in a car accident. It involved a car slamming on the breaks a second too late as Ashley tried to get out of the way, shattering her right knee, which is now replaced with a metal ball and parts, but requires a knee-brace in order for her to be able to move comfortably. She can still walk and run without it on, it just hurts. Alot.

[rifleman101]

So you dont want it?

Yah, sorry about the colors. Im using the Homeworld skin and MS word messed things up.

[Psymon]

Just out of curiosity, what type of ship is the Bandit? Does it have weapons or armour? Is it fast compared to other vessels? Is it a small craft (I'm guessing so if we're the crew) or something larger?

[rifleman101]

Edit: So you dont want the intercepter?

[Akranadas]

Just out of curiosity, what type of ship is the Bandit? Does it have weapons or armour? Is it fast compared to other vessels? Is it a small craft (I'm guessing so if we're the crew) or something larger?

The Bandit is a small cargo ship, used for smuggling, it has some weapons, but it is in no way a battleship, plus the story takes place on the Derelict, so you really can't use the ship to fight.

As, I said rifleman, theres no point in having an intercepter, if everyone and everything takes place onboard the Derelict

[rifleman101]

KK, no intercepter...

Alright. After rethinking my character, he IS a ex space marien, so i will give him the apropriate stuff for a space marien mercinary. Namely, a suit (simler to a Marien from SC)

Any objections? Ideas?

[Akranadas]

Alright. After rethinking my character, he IS a ex space marien, so i will give him the apropriate stuff for a space marien mercinary. Namely, a suit (simler to a Marien from SC)

Any objections? Ideas?

Yes, I'm affarid. Your a smuggler, wearing a ton of armour isn't going to exactly help a escape if things get into trouble, sure you could take alot of firepower, but you would slow the entire group down, so I'm saying no to this, or else everyone could bring a whole frecking army with them.

Time to get the ball rollings.

----------

"Okay, we're docked. The air is breathable so you guys won't need any assistance in breathing." Foley said over the com system from the safety inside the cockpit "The entire ships power is out, there is only emergancy lighting, so be on your guard guys. I'm lowering the ramp door now, good luck guys"

"Thanks Foley" Riker said as he stepped out of the bandit and onto the UESF ships hull, the cold still air ran deep into his lungs and a strange smell tainted it. He watched as the rest of his crew followed him down the ramp and towards the hanger door leading deeper into the ship.

"Foley, can you open these doors?" Riker asked via the comms.

"Sure can, I'll used the bandits systems to interface with the the ship, we should have complete control of the systems, like doors and stuff but I can't access any of the ships important systems or controls, thats something you'll have to do." Foley replied.

"Thanks Foley" Riker said, he watched the door slowly open, a rush of cold air escaping and catching him off guard. Riker brought up his shotgun mounted torch and stepped into the darkness. He could fell a wetness beneath his boots, Just some water or something he thought.

He continued down the hallway, then; a few metres in front of him, under the glow of a emergancy light layed a figure. Riker moved slowly up to the figure, it was slumped against the wall.

"We're not alone" said Riker to his crew as he examined the body, and moved it into the light to get a better look at it. The were a serise of four holes in the man's chest, Riker then turned to his boots and noticed he left a trail of red foot prints; blood.

[Raver]

River stood on the ramp, reluctant to step onto the derelict vessel.

"There's something not right about this guy's..." She called after the rest of the group who were already half way across the hanger floor.

"Stop being a pussy, get your ass over here!" One of them called back, "You've got a goddamn machine gun! What's gonna hurt you?"

"Shutup I'm coming, I'm coming..." She called back, stepping off the ramp and hurrying after them, P90 at the ready.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

"Sir, those aren't bullet holes." River said, letting the body slump back to the floor after taking a closer look. "But whoever did this sure got the job done, check out all the blood, there mustn't be any left IN him..."

She turned away from the group and squinted into the darkness, the passageway suddenly illuminated, brilliant white light strobing through the portholes in the wall. The Bandit was obviously scanning the ship's hull for anything...different, but what interested River more was the passage it's self; stretching over 200 metres in ended abruptly at a large steel door, looking the the other direction She saw the same thing, and in the distance could make out a similar cold steel door.

"Engineering to the left, Personnel area's right." Someone said, reading off a sign on the wall.

"So what now? Split up? Or search the ship in one group?" She didn't like either option, but the latter was at least a little more comforting...

[VladimirNikolai]

Name: Rick Fellarn
Race: Human
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Equipment: SOPMOD M4A5 (Red Dot Scope w/Rangefinder, Flash/Sound supressor, Flashlight, Laser Sight, Bipod.), 9mm pistol, datapad, other weapons on ship (available to all team members on request - includes one Heavy Machine Gun (M60E9), several pistols and a wealth of grenades). Black clothes for remaining unseen.

Back Story: Rick grew up on the streets of Verena, a large city on the planet Taradaos. His parents were killed early in his life, but he was too young to remember how. At the age of 15, barely surviving, moving from homeless centre to homeless centre, Rick stumbled across a rather large sum of cash. $900,000 to be exact. It was a drug drop, and he barely managed to escape with his life, when the decidedly angry men came to collect their money. After buying a house and all the necessities, Rick began surfing the Internet from his new computer. Within days it was found that he had a certain skill in hacking. He became a millionaire before long, and an outlaw to say the least.

It was all going fine, until he bit off more than he could chew and landed himself in a spot of trouble with the Verenian Mafia. A kitchen knife and his highrise apartment's fire escape saved him, but he was on the run. Using his skills at a local internet café, he managed to divert a shipment of weapons that were bound for a mercenary force to a safehouse he had purchased. When that too was raided, this time by the police, and managed to take down half the squad before retreating with his mechandise, he knew he was in real trouble. This is when he joined up with the Corona Bandit.

[Sheep]

Tyler checked the feed of his pistols, flipping them to one side too the other, aiming one, and checking the battery pack. He looked up as he heard the hiss of the metal doors sliding apart and slid them back into their holsters. He felt his body shake as the cold air rushed past him as the steel doors slid opened to reveal a dark room. He huddled closely to his great coat and put on his large goggles which allow him to see better in the darkness of the emergency lights.

He walked in as the group followed Riker who revealed a slumped body next to the wall, Tyler raised an eyebrow and noticed four holes in the persons body. He looked on and noticed bloody footprints. He turned his head as another person spoke, a girl named River. Tyler had gotten to know few of the group members eispite his best efforts and talkative manor, so he had only really gotten to know a few names.

"So what now? Split up? Or search the ship in one group?"

He looked to see what River had seen and saw two doors, one saying Engineering, the other saying Personal.

"Maybe we should see if we can get anything in this ship working before we decide to explore the this ships counter parts, maybe we can even get the lights working....." He muttered as he looked around.

[Akranadas]

Riker stood up, faced the group and said "Right, we will continue down this hall, the Bridge isn't that far, so no wondering off. Maybe we'll get some answers up there, so lets go, stick close"

He moved down the hall way, threw the dim light. Every so often he spotted more blood on the ground, but still no sign of what cause the massive amount of blood to be spilled.

Suddenly, a nosie echo through the vents above them. Like something was moving through, a drop of blood landed on one of the crews head and just as quickly as the nosie appeared it was gone.

"Not far now, don't get scared of any nosies"

[Raver]

River lifted her P90 towards the a vent on her left, torch shining through the grates onto the panel behind.

"Shit Cap, I saw something in there, we'll I didn't see IT but I saw something disappear..."

"Not far now, don't get scared of any noises"

She closed her eye's, steadied herself then lowered her gun, even though her knuckles were completely white...

[VladimirNikolai]

Rick had thouroughly read the manuals that came with his weapons, and knew how to use them with all the style of a crack commando. The long silencer attatched to the end of the M4 pointed to the ground as the doors hissed open. The cold breeze went right through his thin clothing as the door hissed open, and his gloved hands clutched the grips on the rifle tightly. The thin red glow of the emergency lighting hardly met the standards Rick was used to, so he flicked on the barrel-mounted flashlight and raised the rifle to see further into the blackened room. Riker had found a body, but this didn't throw Rick as much as it should have, he was now much more used to death. And the River girl was right, those holes were not bullet, or even laser holes. It looked like the guy had... exploded outwards, in those four places.
There was blood everywhere, it was far from pretty. With a deft finger movement, the rifle-laser switched on, cutting a piercing beam of blue through the slightly foggy area. Peering through the scope, he looked down the two corridors. Almost 250 meters each, they were very long. The others were moving down the main corridor, heading for the bridge. A sudden sound above, and a drop of thick blood splattered across Ricks forehead. How great, he thought as he brought the assault rifle up, the little blue dot hovering around the vent the blood had come from.

"Not far now, don't get scared of any nosies" came a voice from Riker, the captain. He had decided it was probably just a malfunction in the air-con. But where did the blood come from? Taking his finger out of the trigger guard, Rick switched the weapons safety off. Something was just not right on this ship.

[Trandrin]

Name: Anya
Race: Ai Construct Pandora Series, Controls 3 Mk7 Civilian Drones
Age: 7 Year old AI
Gender: No gender. Female Holo Image.
Equipment: The Drones can be equipped for any sort of task. The drone itself is a disk about 1 feet high and 3 feet wide. The limbs are strong multi-adhesive tendrils, there are 8 of these. Spaced evenly in a circle under the disk. The main censor array is located on the front. A 180 Degree field of vision is granted to the Main AI. This view can be in several spectrums but is usually restricted to standard human range unless specific upgrades take place. Also on the main body are several compartments capable of holding just about anything. (So if you need transport space feel free to place items in them for safe keeping.) Three drones have bee delegated to Riker’s ship. 2 Multi Purpose drones and a security bot equipped with stun grenades(None Explosive, just deal a large enough jolt to nearby area to non-lethally bring down someone.) And one medium machine gun attached to upper part of disk body, extra armor has been added to the sides making it slightly slower then a human..

Story: The Pandora series of AI has been deemed a flawed project. Due to the fact the AI is far to human and has caused concerns over its irrational and random nature. Anya is a older model. She was at first a military security AI. But after a few incidents where she felt to much for some “test” subjects and allowed them to escape, the higher ups in the military chain of command decided to wipe her program.

They almost succeeded in this, but Anya knew what was coming. In a crafty move she evaded them and escaped, right onto the Corona Bandit. Now she must evade them aswell. Not a easy task.

------------------------------------------------------

In a place with no physical boundary’s, a lone figure sits on a marble chair. Her short silver hair coming down to her chin. And a pair of inquisitive green eyes slowly panning over three floating screens. The Young woman stands up and stretches, the long black dress that she is wearing falls to envelop her feet. “Well that won‘t do.” Reaching down she pulls the fringe of the dress up a little over her ankles and then releases it, instead of falling back, the fabric itself seems to have stayed the way it was placed. “ One of the pluses of not being real in the physical sense I guess.” She says sitting back down. The fake human recounts how she had arrived in such a lonely place.

Her name was Anya, once she had guarded the secrets of men. But in their effort to humanize their AIs they had added a few to many features. One of them was compassion. She had seen the test subjects suffer the tortures their scientists placed them through and had thought to relieve it..

In a vain attempt she had liberated a few of the ones that would still be able to survive. This almost got her killed. Now she was here, on the Corona Bandit. The human captain and his staff had no idea she had piggy backed onto their system through a weather report. This causes Anya’s facade to smile. “The biggest weather report they ever received.” She mused.

Moments after getting into their systems she had accessed several of their support drones and placed many bits of information into them “It could be considered my soul.. If I had one“ Now they served more like a arm or leg then anything else. Even now the drones were in different places. Each surviving its purpose, One of the drones was keeping watch on the ramp, while the other trailed Riker like a pet dog. But the last one. “Is off completing a task I have given it.” She had moved one of the Multi Task drones into the med bay and was filling a few compartments on it with medical supplies. Right now the captain and his crew were moving around the derelict. Anya had a very bad feeling things would get ugly. And very few of them had brought any sort of first aid. “Better safe then sorry.”

Her attention focuses on the security Bot she had tailing the Riker. Something had spooked him. Anya moves her hand over a screen causing it to shift to a recording of the vent, a tan and red object darts through the small visible space.. “Hmm Strange.”

"Not far now, don't get scared of any noises"

This causes Anya to smile a bit more. “Fear was never something they programmed into me.” The screen moves from a recording to real time. Showing Riker staring right at something he knew was not supposed to be there, the Drone. “oh oh…”

[Sevorak]

"Not far now, don't get scared of any noises,"

Sereya frowned, considering what they had seen. Blood; a hell of a lot of blood - in addition to a dead body with several holes in his chest. She hadn't good a good look at them, however - certainly not enough to tell what had caused the holes.

Perhaps some kind of projectile weapon - aim centre mass, no? Or a melee weapon - but it's less likely than the alternative, I think. There are swifter ways to kill with a blade than stabbing them in the chest and making neat holes. Though the girl said that they did not appear like bullet holes... something that exploded outwards. In that case, though, it would be less of an explosion and more of a deliberate attempt by something inside them to get out. Some form of specialized weaponry, perhaps - but why go to so much trouble to create a weapon that merely attempts escape from the target's body? It'd be more destructive to remain and shred them from inside. A baroque kiss of death, to be sure, if it is a deliberate weapon.

Though whatever is moving above us isn't moving in a fashion suggestive of any human... or indeed anything bipedal. Something more feral, in movement if not in mind. If indeed it's responsible for killing these people, then it possesses sufficient intelligence not to stand around in the open to get shot by us. Though that could simply be ascribed to its innate instinctual behaviour. If it wasn't a weapon that killed that man after all, but rather something organic, something trying to get out... then perhaps it's got some relation to what's above us, in those vents. But whatever's making that noise sounds large... certainly developed from whatever escaped that fallen man's chest, if indeed they are connected. If they are not... then 'all bets are off', to use the human expression.

She unsheathed her sword, slowly, the glinting crystalline surface shimmering with resonant energy. Her form was mostly shrouded within shadow, the only sources of light being the luminescence from her eyes and now, from her sword. She mused ruefully that the others would probably have come to the conclusion that drawing a weapon might be expedient, oh... several minutes ago. She'd once been impulsive and quick to explode into action - and she had been so long conditioning herself against such actions that she'd forgotten how effective and right they could be. It was better than the alternative, at least.

[ShatteredFaith]

Zill walked silently behind the group, the big man bringing up the rear guard, his old battered Snub Pistol in a holster at his side. It looked like a childrens toy, and compared to Zill, Ash looked like a child, walking next to him with a limp to her step. "Zill, you could atleast comment on it you know, you dont have to be so silent and morose all the time, I mea-" Zill's big hand covered her mouth and he shot her a stern look, one of his fingers raised to his lips in a "sshh" gesture. Ash scowled at him and turned away, queasily avoiding looking at the body. Zill spoke softly beside her, a rarity "If you're quiet and dont talk....you hear more" his voice was barely a whisper for such a big man.

[Psymon]

Conal was near the back of the group. I don't like this. he thought. He took his pistol out of his belt and powered it up. It hummed faintly. "If we can't get the ship working from the Bridge, I'll have to go to Engineering and see what I can do there. Even if we can't get this thing running, there have got to be some spare parts and stuff the Bandit could use."

[Sword_Monkey]

OOC: (Trandrin's character) "The limbs are strong multi-adhesive tendrils," I swear I've heard of tendrils in space somewhere before, and aliens too...maybe Lestaki was telling me about it, he likes that kind of thing.

IC: Jasmine was very creeped out, she hated this place, it was like a ghost ship or something. She didn't even want to think of the bloody bodies earlier, and things moving in vents...well that's just like out of a horror movie. She moved closer within the group to the biggest male around, and further away from the creepy aliens that had joined the crew...freaks.

[Sheep]

"Don't get scared of any noises hmm?" Tyler muttered as he looked up into the vents.

The small event earlier and the thing in the vents meant Tyler was already fairly suprised at these events, not so much scared, he was still the hunter and whatever was up there was something different from human, something he wouldn't have of expected too find in an empty ship. He looked around and noticed others had begun to draw their weapons then peered into the darkness ahead of Riker.

He raised an eyebrow as he noticed something but sighed and took little action other then too contine on.

"I'm sure they can handle it" he muttered.

Tyler continued to look up at the vent as the group moved along he was around the middle off the group.

[rifleman101]

OOC *sigh* very well, no armor.

Keep in mind it has been a long while since i have done this.

Doors... door... bad lights... dead bodies.... more doors... even more hallways.... How many times had he done this? Serif had lost count how many ships he had borded, no longer bothering keeping track. He came up to a hallway, and began walking sideways. Come to think of it, he thought, aiming his high power shotgun down the hallway, this isnt really a boarding. The Rammtech fusion torch, a cheep but tough and reliable make on the end of his Shotgun, iluminated the hallway.

Then what was it? Another part of his mind asked as he lowered his aim to the ground, focusing on what lay ahead of him as he kept walking.

Looting. He thought back, glancing at a particulary nervous looking girl next to him.

He didnt care about if this was looting or not, he had lost all respect for the government long ago.

He glanced again to the girl next to him, Jasmine was her name. "You okay love?" The word love had souned more like lauv. His Irish accent had always turned heads, sounding very out of place.

Then again, his Irish herratige had always seemed to get in the way of things, especaly when he was in the Elite corps. Bloody English officers...

[Trandrin]

OOC: Any Injuries that Anya’s bots receive will have some effect on her programming as she is the soul of these machines. So don’t be alarmed at her injuries.

IC: *click* Anya makes the Security bot shove Riker back a few steps. Several shots ring out and sparks fly, as several low caliber bullets slam into the side of the drone. A small cut slices across Anya’s cheek . “What is this?” She mummers looking at the pixilated blood on her fingers. This has never happened before. Sitting there in shock Anya doesn’t respond to the gunfire for a few seconds. Another stream of bullets crashes into the security bot showering Riker in hot sparks. Several other members of the party respond with a their own guns.

Then Anya lets off a volley of shots and is rewarded with someone cussing. A shadow moves from behind a box down the corridor and runs through a side door. Anya follows with the security drone until she is at the door. A side lamp activates and basks the room in light. Sitting behind a over turned bed is a small child holding a empty gun. Her right arm is oozing blood and her eyes are like that of a terrified bunny cornered by a hawk.

Anya stays her fire for a minute. Her memories going back to the torture she was forced to watch. She doesn’t see the other person in the room. But she feels it when the shotgun he is holding discharges fully into the bot. The medium armor repels most of the buckshot, but the force of the blow throws the machine back into the hallway with a resounding *clang*! Pain shoots across Anya’s form, her entire body seems to fade out for a second and a large red spot slowly spreads across her abdomen. “How?… UGH..” Anya kneels on the floor gasping, slowly the pain subsides and the injury fades away leaving only a sore spot.

“So that’s what pain feels like, must be a side effect of putting so much of my programming in one shell.” She says standing back up and taking control of the drone. A side compartment on the security bot opens and launches a cylinder into the adjoining room. A loud concussive bang ensues and several thumps are heard. The rest of the group can be heard approaching from their original position.

[Raver]

Staring at the child for a moment River could see she had been through alot, that rabid feral look in her eyes like someone who had seen hell....

River sped up and walked alongside Riker, he seemed to be the only one who wasn't spooked...They neared the door at the end of the hallway, it was dark, circular looked strong.

"Foley, doors please."

The door's opened slowly with a low rumble, River and Riker taking point, stepping through the door, River's stomach suddenly lurched, her feet lifting along and ground she stuck up her arms to stop from hitting into the high roof.

"What the hell? Why is there no gravity in here? And Jesus Christ! What is that smell?" River said aloud, panic sounding at it's edges.

"We'l find out soon enough, the bridge is up ahead. Move people!"

The team drifted through the corridors, searching every few room's they came across. They passed through the medial bay, with several low tables and different instrument's lining the roof, then through another room with many glass tank's filled with green liquid, the Stasis chamber, nothing seemed disturbed or different....they finally reached a step ladder with a sign pointing up saying "Bridge", Riker pulled himself up and through the portal first followed closely by River than the rest of the Team...

"Aaaahh shit..." River said out loud again....The hallway was filled with a deep red vapor, it drifted and swirled around them like mist, the torch's from Helmet's and gun's bouncing off it to create hellish patterns on the walls.....

"Something had to have made this....."

"Quiet, there the Bridge is just ahead...."

They reached the massive circular door to the but River had stopped dead, here eyes riveted on the door..."Come on River, whats wrong? Open the damn doo -" The rest of the Team had caught sight of was River was staring at....scrawled in jagged letters....ragged finger and hand prints marking it...."All who enter here, abandon hope" written in blood.....

[Akranadas]

"I abandoned all hope long ago River, no come on" said Riker as he opened the door to the bridge, again, a rush of cold air rushed out. He stepped into the dimly light bridge, and quickly went to work powering up the lights. Within seconds the bridge lit up, and within that moment, Riker wish he hadn't done what he did.

The Bridge was covered in blood, lots and lots of blood, it resembled a slaughter house, limbs a other body pieces littered the floor, and more bodies with four holes in the chest where slumped on the groud.

"Foley, Close the bandit. I don't want anything getting aboard my ship" Riker ordered into his comm, but nothing came back in reply.

"Foley, Responed. Foley!" Riker shouted, but still no answer.

He pasued for a moment, something was onboard and whatever it was wasn't good.

"Right, Secure the bridge. We need to find away to get this thing moving. I also need someone to go back to the bandit and see what is up with Foley"

[Raver]

"Shit! Cap' look! Out the window! The brige of the Bandit!" River shouted, rubbing the muck off the bridge windows, and staring in horror at the specter before her.

The bright bridge window's on the bandit were tainted red. Riker rushed over and stared out for a few moments....

River got up, her stomach feeling the wrong way around, partly due to the gravity, partly due to what had happened on the Bandit. "Fuck this.." She said, launching herself with her feet over to the control chair. Sitting in it and tapped on the console for a few minutes.

"Hold on everyone."

A low drone echoed through the ship and the Team landed awkwardly on the floor. "Gravity's working...Sir, permission to go back to the Bandit and check it's status."

[VladimirNikolai]

Rick pulled himself up through the stairwell, onto the bridge as the lights were flickering on. Blood was everywhere, pale bodies thrown like dolls across the floors and instrument pannels. All of them had the same four holes, almost a square across their chest and stomach. Riker was trying to raise the Bandit, but Foley wasn't responding. The datapad on Ricks wrist beeped, and he looked down. He had forgotten to turn the hourly report on the clock off. How absaloutly stupid. He slung his M4 over his shoulder, and with a few muted beeps, and the little clock disappeared. His fingers blazed furiously over the touchscreen, and within minutes he had conected wirelessly to the Derelicts bridge. Hacking into the mainframe, he was about to engage the gravity before he thumped hard to the ground, and with a sickening splash all the blood that was floating around followed suit.

"Gravity's working...Sir, permission to go back to the Bandit and check it's status." came a voice from one of the instrument panels. Not bad, not bad at all. He didn't know what status she planned to check, the look of the viewing ports of the bridge made Rick sick. But she needed backup, and the others weren't looking too ready to face anything that could do whatever had happened to these poor men and women here. His eyes met the pale, unfocused gaze of a young ensign, her body slumped sideways against a bench. Nobody deserved this he thought, eyeing the two gaping holes just below her collarbone.

"Sir, if it's all fine and dandy, I'll go with her. No way she's going onto that ship by herself." he said to Riker, "And also I can bring back some of my pistols to give to the lesser armed crew, if they want. Would some grenades help us, you think?"

"Only the flash. We can't afford to let off any frags or HEs in here. We don't want to find ourselves floating anywhere too soon." Replied the captain. Rick nodded to River, and they stood, and headed to the ladder. Before he went down, Rick grabbed the Forward Assist Knob on the side of his rifle, pulling it half back to check it was loaded and good to do. The brass casings of the large .45 calibur rounds shined back. Slapping the box of 60 rounds to check the connection, he slung it over his back and decended the ladder after the girl.

[Raver]

River tip-toed her way between the puddles of thick, dark blood, her boots not making a noise. She turned around, climbing down the ladder and saw Rick following her, casually walking through the puddles, splashing them on the walls as he went.

"Not too subtle are you?" She said, before sliding down the ladder and landing on the floor below. Raising her P90 to her shoulder, River walked down the hallway, hearing a loud thud she turned around and saw Rick brushing himself off at the bottom of the ladder.

They slowly walked along the hallways, gun's swinging this way and that, finally Rick caught up to her, his rifle also at the ready. Just as they neared the door to the medical wing, the lights dimmed and blacked out, they came on again but just as quickly faded.

"Guys, whats going on?" He clicked on her radio...."I don't know, it's not us" Came the response...

The lights came back on and River screamed, Rick's face had changed, it was covered in deep red scars, criss-crossing and twisting into horrible shapes and runes, his mouth opened and blood spilled down his chin, his voice a horrible rasp "You're with us now..." -- The lights came back on and Rick was standing there, looking completely normal but shocked at River's sudden outburst. "River! Whats wrong?! Don't scream! Whats wrong?"

"It isn't right! Stop it! The pictures in my head! It isn't right!" River screamed over and over. Rick hit her, not hard but enough to bring her back to her senses...She stared at him for a moment then looked away, embarrased...."Jesus..."

"What happened?"

"I don't know....the lights came on and your face....ugh..I don't know...Let's keep moving..." She said, steadying herself...she slapped herself to clear her mind...I'll be okay....She thought to herself, hitting the button, opening the door into the medical wing and stepping through...

[VladimirNikolai]

"River! Whats wrong?! Don't scream! Whats wrong?" He asked, fear rising in his chest as the girl stood, staring at him, terrified. She had just started screaming, for no apparent reason. The lights just had a malfunction. He gave her a firm slap on the face, and she stopped.

"Jesus..."

"What happened?"

"I don't know....the lights came on and your face....ugh..I don't know...Let's keep moving..." He stood still, before following her to the door of the Medical Wing. Sweat was starting to wet his hands beneith the soft leather gloves, despite the cold. There was hardly any point in them now, apart form keeping the blood off. He, like most of the team, was almost completely red, the thick liquid dropping off them in dollops.
River headed towards the door controls, and it hissed open. They both stepped through, and stopped. The place was spotless, no blood, no bodies. Except for one, horrible exception. Sitting, bolt upright in the middle of the room, on an operating table, was Foley.

"What the fu...?" Rick started, his rifle up, his eyes scanning the room around the horribly mutilated body.

Aside from the four holes, the eyes were socketless, and the arms removed at the elbows. The mouth hung open, as though hanging on it's hinges. The door hissed quietly closed behind the pair, as they just stood. Then he moved. The body, it twitched. It was almost unnoticeable, but both figures flinched. Then it stood up, infront of them. An echoey voice eminated from the body.

"There is no hope. There is no salvation. Only you, can end this..."

"Fuck this. I'll end it alright." said Rick. He squeezed the trigger, and the .45 calibur bullets began spewing with quiet little "pfts" out of the end of his M4. The body gittered, shuddering in place as the rounds punched straight through what remained of it's chest. In contrast, River began firing. The loud cracks of the P90 echoed through the room as the pilot's head exploded, the bullets tearing through flesh, skull and brain matter alike.
The firing stopped with two metalic clicks, and the last of the brass casings hit the ground with pathetic little clinks. The legs collapsed, twitching on the ground. River began reloading, but Rick let his rifle drop against his chest, and whipped the USP from his thigh, putting another five 9mm rounds in the writing limbs. Needless to say, they stopped. Ejecting the magazine from the feeder, he let it drop to the ground with a clang, clicking another in place and putting a round in the breech, all the time walking towards the bloody mess on the ground. River joined him, cradling her submachinegun in her quivering hands. Three beeps from his wrist told Rick that his datapad encountered an error. "SIGNALS LOST - EMERGENCY BEACONS ONLY" blared across the screen. River saw it too. She said three words.

"What the FUCK?"

[Gorb]

Veq didn't like this. His hunter's instinct told him to get the hell outta there, but a job was a job.

Even if it was a suicidal job. He hoped the pay was good.

Veq stared at the message on the wall. Abadon hope, huh? Well, Veq never relied on hope. Just his skills and a small measure of luck. He hoped fervently that today was his lucky day.

[Raver]

OOC: Excuse the language Akkers

IC:

"What the fuck?" She stared blankly at the device on Rick..."Does that mean we're screwed?"

"Yes."

"Foley is dead, he was the only one on the Bandit. Lets get the fuck back to the Cap and get the fuck off this boat. NOW!" She shouted, turning on her heel She sprinted back to the door and hit the button, expecting it so open she stepped forward, her jaw slamming into the still closed foor.

"Fuck."

"Hey River, turn around, look at the floor." Rick said.

She turned around and looked at the floor..."What? Theres nothing there, just bare floo - where the hell is Foley?"

"Exactly..no blood, nothing..the wall behind him is full of our bullets....what the hell....he wasn't even there!! What the fuck?! You saw him didn't you? He was right there!"

"Rick." River said, calm for the first time since she caught sight of the damned ship, "Shutup".

She clicked on her radio, it was old, very old but it worked, "Cap, come in. Cap?"

Static. "Let's get to the Bandit, I ain't hanging around here any longer."

[VladimirNikolai]

Well, aint that great. What the hell is going on here? Beep beep beep. The bloody datapad again. Rick clicked the close button, then started a game of solitaire. That would stop the beeping. Then he turned the backlight off, and stepped towards the other door in the room. Hitting the button, there was a soft hiss, and the door opened about 2 centimeters.

"Excellent" he stated.

"No it's not," replied River, "the door didn't open."

Rick rolled his eyes, shoving his boot into the crack, trying to pry it open. It didn't move a millimeter, and he ended up with a sore toe. Leaving a still perplexed River standing at the door, Rick stopped under one of the air-con vents.

"Rick...?" came a whisper, from River.

"What?" he replied.

"Shh, shhh, come here..."

He walked silently back over to the door, gripping his rifle again. The girl had her ear cocked towards the blastdoors, listening intently. As he got closer, he started to hear a sound he couldn't before. A slow, sickening squelching. If anything, a burrowing sound. Blood began trickling through the door.

"Get away from it... we've got to get out of here." he whispered.
River nodded, and the two tiptoed away from the door. Rick stopped under the vent again, and looked up. It wasn't like the older ships. This thing was fixed tight, it wasn't designed to be removed. Beep beep bee-

"Shut, UP!" growled Rick, hitting the power switch on the datapad. It seemed not even Solitaire could save them. He glared up at the vent again, but it was gone. There was River, vent in hand.

"How the...?"

"Nevermind. Get up there, Rick."

He dragged across an operating table, particularly avoiding the one that the body of Forley had used. Leaping up, he reaced for the edge, and managed to haul himself up.

"Which way?" He asked down to the girl waiting below. Then the squelching stopped, to be replaced by a hellish roar.

[Sheep]

Tyler looked around at the bridge and bent down to inspect a body, he looked at the gaping face of a crew personal, the same four holes from before were still there, like all the crew on the ship. He gave a small sigh and stood up, giving the body a small kick. it fell from its spot on the wall, slumping onto the ground. He looked around and noticed that two of their group had gone in the midst of their taking of the bridge. He looked at another body and bent down noticing there was a small knife sheathed at the side of the dead body.

He pulled out the knife and placed it on his belt and looked around at the blood scattered across the room.

"Looks like something got a tad angry...." He muttered.

"Let's get to the Bandit, I ain't hanging around here any longer." He heard another person say.

"Then what would be the fun in that? I'm sure the ships fine, if we have some little animal running around in the ship's vents then so be it, it ain't gonna kill a whole crew of skilled bandits..." He said as he finally pulled out his pistols and rested one on his shoulder. He pulled off his goggles as the lights too the bridge became lighter and rested them on his forehead.

EDIT: never said you were still in the bridge, only said you two had gone. And also from the sound from the radio (ei. static:....) it seemed you were implying someone had said something where we were.

[Raver]

OOC: T_55, My character and Vlads are in a totally seperate section of the ship, let alone still on the bridge.

IC:

The door buckled, whatever massive force was behind it slammed into it a second time, a hellish wailing roar coming from it. Move River...MOVE..She thought, but her legs wouldn't respond...The door shook again and partially popped off its rails, the roaring stopped...fingers curled around the edge...Human fingers... Suddenly she was pulled off her feet and the next thing she new she was inside the vent with Rick who pushed the vent grating back in and pressed him finger to his lips...

Looking through the grating she saw blood making its was across the floor...slinging her P90 over her back, she pulled out one of her Pistols and slowly made her way back in the direction of the corridor.

After a few minutes of crawling they reached another grating, this time, the other side showed a vast corridor, stretching off into darkness...She kicked out the vent and leapt down, Rick following her. They both steadied themselves, raised their rifles and made their way down the long corridor back to the Bandit.

OOC: Bedtime now:)

[Sevorak]

Seleya shivered at the grotesquely dismembered limbs scattered across the bridge... the blood everywhere, lifeless heads staring at the ceiling, throats uplifted in confused worship. The four holes, ominous and glaring, stared back up at her.

"Then what would be the fun in that? I'm sure the ships fine, if we have some little animal running around in the ship's vents then so be it, it ain't gonna kill a whole crew of skilled bandits..."

Seleya smirked derisiviely.
"And these people here, they were so weak, were they?" She leaned over, grabbed an assault rifle clutched in the mangled, oddly contorted hand of one of the fallen crew. She jammed the bloody instrument into Tyler's chest, holding it there. "Think about it. This was a UESF vessel; do you really think they weren't trained, possibly even prepared for this? They had both a significantly larger crew, the advantage of military training, and probably far more forewarning than we'll have when whatever killed these people comes for us. But if they couldn't stop it, what makes you think you can?"

"I'll go and see what happened to the 'bot."
She waited for a second, then stalked from the bridge, faintly surprised that none of the others had considered doing so sooner. It wasn't as if they had been getting shot at or anything. Evidently the bridge was more important... for all the good it had done them; more corpses that merely suggested some manner of ritualistic killing. It was doubtful that any kind of animal would perform so specific, precise holes - and for what reason would it do so anyway? It suggested either some form of obscene ritual, or something bursting out of the chest from inside in a specific, instinct-driven manner. The former suggested sentience - and if the humans who had fired at the group before were responsible, then the case could be closed on that one.

But it's dubious. Only one human firing at us... which leaves one human responsible for ritualistically butchering the entire crew? And no human moves that quickly through air vents; nor is even capable of strewing dismembered limbs and blood in such a manner. Unless they were psychic.

She silenced her mind as she moved down the corridor down to the junction, finding the open door and waiting beside it; hearing only silence, she entered the room, glancing down at the somewhat mangled security bot. It was still technically working, at least - and had evidently thrown a concussion grenade into the next room, by the looks of the two bodies inside. She approached the two forms, holding up her sword to illuminate their faces. One was a human girl, half her body trapped under a fallen bed. The bedposts had been snapped, leaving the full weight of the metal frame pressing down the girl's body. Blood was pooling from her lower half, and her eyes were closed. Seleya checked her breathing; nothing. The other human figure was a man; blasted back against the wall by the concussive force of the bot's grenade. A smear of blood ran down the wall to his prone form. He wasn't breathing either.

Seleya leaned out the room and called down the corridor.
"Two dead here, to a concussion grenade!"

[Psymon]

Conal was lying under a bridge console fiddling with a bundle of wires he'd pulled out. He just had to stop himself thinking about the blood that covered most of the floor, and he could do his job. The red glow of the emergency lighting made it look black. The captain came over.
"Conal. How's it going?"
"Almost done sir. Just a couple more connections and..." He threaded a few wires together, received a mild electric shock and proclaimed, "Let there be light!" The ship's real lighting came on and some of the other consoles flickered into life.
He heaved himself up and moved to the diagnostics station. The young woman slumped back on the chair had the same four holes in her chest as the other bodies he'd seen. Swallowing back an urge to vomit, he picked her up and laid her out on the floor. She was cold. "Sorry." he muttered and started working on the console. "I have the ship's computer online, running a diagnostic. Holy... this is amazing! I've only heard rumours about this."
"Get to the point." Someone said.
"If I'm reading this console right, this ship's entire computer system is partially biological. So much more power... Diagnostic's done. No major hull damage, lots of systems are offline though, and there isn't much power in the batteries either. I can activate the solar panels, but the recharge will be slow this far out." Riker nodded and Conal tapped in the command. The ship shuddered slightly as the panels unfolded from their housings. The power cells slowly began to draw power from the stars. "I've accessed the security feeds, almost all of it's either corrupted or busted. Same with other systems, if this ship moves again, it'll a bloody miracle. Hmm, the ship's log seems intact. Replaying final entry."

The screen flickered into life, a young woman appeared on the screen, Conal recognised her as the girl he'd moved off the console. She was sobbing and there was blood on her face and uniform. "My name is Science Officer Sarah Tomson, I'm all that's left. The radio's not working, but I will leave this... leave this for whoever finds this ship. We... We've done something terrible."

OOC: Take it away Akranadas! Or, if you'd rather not do this, I'll edit my post. Hell, you're a mod, you can do it yourself.

[rifleman101]

OOC: DANG IT! Everyone is in a diferent timezone than i am... and this is not a planned Rpg...

IC: Foley, the poor bugger. He thought, casualy chewing on a piece of gum.

Well at least he had one theorythat wouldt fly, they wernt all infected with some super virus or of the like.

The new series of events had distrubed his calm, but not on the outside. He relaxed his breath, slowing his heartbeat. The Marien training washed over him as he looked up at the cealing.

The tiles were disturbed, a few even missing.

It always comes from above and behind. A voice played in his head. Desciding to make this as calmingly as possible, he said, "I'll bet any of you blokes 5 cred there's something up there."

A few of the crew looked at him, one of them wide-eyed. Unfolding his bo-staff, he poked one of the tiles with it in his left hand, his shotgun pointed up with his right hand.

OOC: If anything jumps down, dont let it land on me, stop before it jumps compleatly out. My part :P

OOC: What happend to my 2nd post...

[Sword_Monkey]

Jasmine looked up at Serif.

"I'm fine Serif." She said, glad that someone had asked. "But only because I'm with someone I can trust, this place gives me the creeps. But should you really be poking things like that?" She said looking up at the ceiling, she backed off a bit, just in case.

[Lestaki]

OOC: Pfft. Bad time to be ill for a day. And for the record, Monkey, my Ladies of the Helm of GW fame were hyperintelligent AIs who featured artifical tendril hair, used to uplink computers, apply telekinesis and flay foes alive. Not sure whether that's what you were thinking of.

IC: Era sighed, kicking a corpse idly. Someone or something had sliced the body to ribbons and dropped it off a gantry for good measure. They'd broke. "Gang, this is Era. I've made it to the engine room without contact. However, there's definately contacts around, even if I can't see them. Corpses everywhere, and they all look like someone was trying to figure out the most gratutious way of killing someone, those the test subjects." Era checked his rifle, ducking into cover and focusing his senses. "But listen. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you all about hunting."

"The hunter is always the powerful one, one was an almost absolute power. The hunter seeks the prey freely, tracks that target and then kills it. The prey never stands a chance. The distinction between the two is force of habit and frame of mind, no more, no less. Right now, we are the prey. We're spread all over this godamn hulk, prodding things and getting freaked out by the bodies and screaming to run home to our ship. We've lost before we've even met the enemy. So what I say is that we should fall back to the bridge or some other recognised rallying point, form fire teams and start sweeping this place professionally. Start hunting for whoever, whatever caused this, and once we've found it we can kill it."

"If Foley's been taken down, we should go back to our ship and fight this foe there. Either way, we move together, professionally, and with readied guns. But if you don't want to do that, please don't. I'm not having liabilities by my side." Era shrugged to himself. "Well, that's just one rookie's recommendation. The captain makes the call. But unless I'm instructed otherwise I'm going to find whatever's behind this, alone or with anyone who cares to help. It'll take more than dead bodies to get through a Fantinos' nerve, and a hunter no less."

[rifleman101]

Serif smiled at Jasmine. "Dont worry love, if something is up there, ill just bring it down here while im ready for it. Tactics, love, tactics." He said, giving a friendly wink.

Looking up again, he thumped it harder.

At that moment he was very glad that no one was nearby. Leaping back, he fired as a.. thing, fell from a tile that cracked. He pumped two rounds into it before it hit the floor. Jumping up with just his legs, he slammed his bo-staff against the body as hard as he could, and a few more times for good measure. The body didnt move.

He smiled at her. "See? Nothing to worry about mate, we'll be fine."

Inside, however, his heart was pounding, and he was greatfull that his face didnt show fear. Being brave is being the only one who knows your scared shitless.

"Qestion is, how the hell did it get up there?"

[Trandrin]

OOC: This is geting very intriguing .

IC:Anya heard the report the human gave. How had her stun grenade killed them so easy. It was a supped up flash bang.. Unless someone had changed the weaponry on the drone. Anya’s brow crinkles as she looks over the specks for her machine again. Still the same as before. A sharp piercing sensation like a needle burrows into Anya’s spine.

Gasping, she spins her view to the maintenance drone at the ramp.. Except it wasn’t on the ramp any more. It was behind folly, and it was busy dismembering him. The color drains from Anya’s avatar as she tries desperately to cease the slaughter. “Serve us.” A dark voice boomed in her mind. “Serve us and be granted power of unimaginable magnitude.” The room around Anya slowly grows darker as she tries to fight off the hacker. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” The voices stop abruptly and she losses sight of the murderous drone. Visibly shaken, she powers up the other drone in the med bay and tries to move it out of the ship. “Whatever has taken that drone from me might try it with the others.”

Back inside the derelict Anya moves her combat drone into the bridge. A quick scan reveals what she’s looking for. Moving over to the holographic projector that will transmit a warning to the others, it only takes Anya a few seconds to gain control of it. Her avatar appears inside the bridge with a explosion of light. Several of the remaining crew inside the room jump and several shots pass through her visage. “Wait, I am not here to hurt you. I am a AI that inhabits the assorted drones.. I must warn you, someone or something has hacked into one of my parts and has used it to kill foley. I couldn’t stop it and it is still trying to possess me. If you see a maintenance drone kill it on sight and….” At the moment the entire projector explodes violently cutting off anything further informing.

“Oh I hope they heard my warning.” She frets. Then she sees it. Standing on the ramp is something that should not be. “No… They are dead..” She barely whispers. A twisted mockery of humanity stands directly in the path of the drone. Great veins of red blood vessels and muscles that would make a weight lifter blush dot the things frame. Its face is that of insanity and madness. A quick sliver of metal draws Anya out of her shocked stupor. The monster had swung a great fire axe and imbedded it into her bot. A great red slash cuts its way across Anya’s face, spreading pixilated blood across her chair. The drone slowly falls to the ground, lifeless and dead.

Sitting in her room clutching her face Anya’s fears are confirmed. She now feels fear, not of her own death. But the horrible fate awaiting the rest of the crew. “They continued the experiments.. And they succeeded.” She says as she hears the voice again. “Serve me, and you will not suffer further.”

[Sevorak]

OOC: I figured you meant a concussion grenade, not a stun grenade, Trandrin. ;)

IC:

Seleya shrugged to herself, looking at the two corpses arrayed before her. It was evident that they hadn't been the cause of any real destruction - they had probably just been driven mad by whatever rampaging monster that had butchered the crew in its excessively gratuitous slaughter. She sheathed her sword, picking up the bloodstained shotgun, and inspected it casually. It would suffice as a first-strike weapon, at any rate. Strapping it to her bandolier, she strode from the room.

She mused to herself faintly. Should I remain with the group of crazy humans, or look for the Fantinos? The latter is probably better; they're not bad in a fight and cool-headed enough not to screech at shadows. Better one ally you know and can rely upon than half a dozen you don't understand. She moved through the ship, detaching from the main group and breaking into a run. With all the noise gradually coming in from the rest of the ship - animalistic scratching, the nauseating screech of nail-on-metal - she'd scarcely be noticed anyway. Gripping her sword in one hand and her stolen shotgun in the other, she'd at least be able to gut something if it got close.

"You need another pair of eyes, Fantinos?" Seleya muttered over the comm, keeping her ears alert in the event that any of the other noises were getting closer. They barely seemed even cohesive anymore, the scrapings varying erratically in pitch and duration. Apparently, order and discipline weren't the themes of the day - and that was to say nothing of their enemies. Things weren't looking good, she supposed. And the team was scattered - the only thing going for them at the moment seemed to be intelligence and superior firepower. She reached the door to the engine room - deafening silence came from within. She blinked her luminescent eyes, walking inside.

"If anything, I suspect you might need a sword in case the hunters get close," she said wryly.

[Ragnarok]

OOC:ARRRGH

grades just came in, so i might not be able to post till the end of the month....

however, i ight be able to post every now and then.....so, if somebody could tell me what has happened so far, i might be able to make something up about my char....

(he stayed in the corona bandit or something....)

ah well.....Thanks in advance!

[Raver]

OOC: Okay, Iv edited my last post, River and Rick are now in the corridor between the personel section and engineering, not on the bridge.

Rag, basically we've come aboard, most of the team has made their way towards the Bridge, Trand's bot killed what appeared to be the only two remaining survivors, we then got to the bridge.

Riker found out that Foley was in danger and told him to close the ship but he didn't respond so my character River and Vlads, Rick went to investigate, they became trapped in the medical wing and had some weird hallucinations then jumped into the vent and are now in the main corridor.

Lestaki's character is now in the engineering section investigating the scene there and most of the remaining team members are still sorting things out on the ships bridge.

[ShatteredFaith]

Zill frowned thoughtfully at the departing Aerean, and carefully unholstered his snub pistol, he turned silently to Ash and pressed it into her hands "Its simple" came his quiet and calm voice. He slowly and methodically walked her through reloading and aiming, giving soft instructions. "I'm going to go with the Aerean, and you will follow behind me. Don't hesitate to get my attention if you see something" he took her shoulder and gave her a gentle push towards the direction Seleya had gone. He carefully bent down and picked up a boot knife. The foot was still in the boot. He went around scavenging for about twenty seconds, acquiring a collection of knives, a compact shotgun, and a submachine gun of a make he didn't recognize. "Don't fire unless your absolutely sure of your shot, Ash, and don't worry, ill get most of them" the big man moved silently to follow the departing woman, glancing back every few seconds at Ash, who limped along with considerably more noise, her gaze fixated on the corridor in front of them. He shook his head and continued on.

[Ragnarok]

OOC: Thanks Rabid!

IC: Gharax kept walking through a narrow corridor inside the ship....what happened? where is the rest of the crew?.....

"I cant believe it!.... i sleep off for a while, and the whole crew goez off inside da Ship!!"

he kept walking....

"i better find them fast....but...where could they be?....awrrr....think Gharax...think!...."

"Oy! the bridge!"

he started to run.....

[Lestaki]

"Glad you could join me," Era said, nodding at the aerean. "It's always good to have someone to cover your back. As for a sword... I've never put much trust in the noble art, it's not of use in the prairies. I never thought I'd be hunting out in a space hulk, or I'd have hired out some more guns. But that's all one." He pulled his rifle into his shoulder, altering the settings swiftly. "It's now set to drain an entire magazine in one shot. That can punch through steel plate or kill a bull Kalkiva in that same shot to the eye or mouth. If I miss- though I don't miss- you'll have to do the swordplay for me. If there are more than one, too many for us, we'll fall back to our erstwhile allies. These are all suggestions, of course, but it's best that we work together. I'm open to yours. In the meantime, let's sweep the room. Whatever we're hunting, there was one here, and it's a good place to hide."

Era moved forwards cautiously, eyes flickering from position to position as he clambered round the structure of the engines and walked up the stairs onto the gantries. Blood adorned them, where the few attendants had been cut down. And all around them, just out of certainly, that sound fluttered. "You know what I don't get?" he said quietly. "If these things are so deadly, and seem bent on murder, why aren't they confronting us? Either they're less bent on destruction, or weaker than appearences..."

You could ask. Ask, and recieve our power. Our union is a power beyond your imagination.

Era raised his gun. "Show yourself!"

Ask, and you will recieve. You have been so slow to ask.

A gentle wind blew though Era's hair. He spun, searching for the foe, when dust gently brushed over his face. Then it clicked.

We are here.

He spun to confront a billowing cloud of that dust, rapidly colescing to form a dark shadow of a man. In an instant he aimed and fired, a thick beam lashing out and blasting a hole the size of his fist in the creature. It didn't even stagger, shrinking slightly and reforming as it advanced towards him. More motes formed up, shrinking to form a sword. Era stepped back, ejecting the spent magazine and reaching for another. "I don't believe in ghosts," he said with deceptive calm. "But if you're obliging me, I'll believe in exorcisms."

So you, too, refuse to join us. So many more of us die... and still you resist, and deny our power. So be it. The shadow lunged.

[rifleman101]

OOC: you didnt mention me... :(

[Sevorak]

Seleya stood in front of the Fantinos as he moved backward, preparing for a second shot, pointing her shotgun at the coalescent mist as it surged forward, driven forth on an ethereal wind. The shotgun snapped back with a crack, fragmenting shells blasting a number of holes in the mist. It paused for a brief moment, becoming vaguely less dense - but the difference was so small as to be imperceptible.

"The noble art it is then, ayia?" She muttered, half to herself and half to the reloading Fantinos, who was moving backwards on the gantry. She tossed the spent shotgun aside, the distant clang it made becoming deathly faint as she focused her mind on her target, unsheathing her sword and slashing out in the same motion, inhuman strength behind the blow. The mist met her strike, its form contorting and writhing in some form of anger as its greyed, incorporeal sword met with Seleya's. Then it shifted - its blade faded away in an instant, the kinetic barrier vanishing in the blink of an eye. Seleya stumbled forward as the resisting force abruptly vanished, falling through the mist to come out the other side.

She felt a strange numbness for an instant; then her body erupted in pain as a million miniscule cuts seeped pale blue vitae. She fell to the ground, bloody hands searing as she broke her fall with them. The cold metal of the grate burned. Another shot from the Fantinos' rifle split the air above her; the mist-thing patiently absorbed the shot, content that it had successfully immobilized the prone aerean. With languid grace, it moved through the air and closed on Era, sword-form reforming and driving for the willowy Fantinos. Infuriatingly, they noticed when Seleya rose up behind them and stabbed at them with her sword, whirling and lunging for her, as incensed as they were capable of being by the alien's sheer impudence.

Her blade swirled in a defensive arc, gritting her teeth and recalling distant mental exercises to bypass as much of the pain as she could, even as her own blood flowed down her body. She couldn't fight for long in such a state, but hopefully she would last long enough. If not... she banished the thought and struck out again, painfully sweeping aside one of her enemy's blows. The problem was... it seemed to notice that she was tiring. Its strikes became more languid, less driven and impatient - it had the luxury of waiting until she fell.

[Raver]

Gunshots...River quickened her pace, she was looking at the floor while she was running to make sure she didn't trip on anything when she slammed into something and went flying.

Landing ungracefully she turned around, P90 raised. The breathed a sigh of relief. "Jesus fucking Christ Gharax! What the hell!?"

Rick caught up. "You were on the Bandit? Is Foley there? Is He okay?"

[ShatteredFaith]

Zill entered the room to a scene from a bad horror movie. He turned quickly and shoved Ash back out of the room "Stay" he whispered fiercely. The big man turned back to the room, methodically drawing four knives and throwing them at the creature one after another. Three of them passed through it, diminishing it slightly, but the creature...opened...a hole in itself, and the fourth passed through harmlessly. Without a word he unholstered the SMG and the shotgun, easily cradling them in either hand.

A clip later and the thing reduced slightly in size, he dropped the SMG to the grating. He couldn't risk the shotgun, the strange alien woman was too close to it, so he contended himself with drawing a knife and cradling the shotgun in his off hand, moving in closer.

[Sheep]

Tyler stepped out from the shadows as the hail of bullets and knives from the big man stopped, he turned his headd too see the mist-thing attacking Seleya. Pulling out his pistols he aimed and fired, two precision beams of heat darted forwards past Era and hit the shadowy figure who seemed to be too busy attacking the fatigued Seleya. He muttered a small curse as his pistols became more heated and began to burn his fingers. He finally let go of the trigger and pulled out the knife he had taken earlier and threw it in the direction of the mist-thing.

It seemed to turn around, having been annoyed by Era and Tyler's weapons. The knife flew through the mist thing's stomach. It gave little notice to the knife and moved forwards towards Tyler having been annoyed enough.

"Ah.....that ain't cool...." Tyler said as the mist-thing advanced upon his position sword held in hand.

[Psymon]

"We... We've done something terrible." The woman sobbed, "We were trying to create a gestalt, an single entity made of many others. Something went wrong, the gestalt was created, but it can only grow, only add new parts to itself, by... killing. The files are in the ship's computer," In the background of the recording, a dark shape was coalescing and moving towards her, "labelled Project Unity. The password to get through the encryption is-" She screamed as the shadow touched her, its tendrils passed into her and burst through her chest, leaving four neat holes. The recording ended. Conal knelt down next to the woman's body. He extended a hand and closed her eyes, feeling cool, dead flesh under his hand. "Rest in peace." He whispered.

The sharp crack of a laser and the boom of a shotgun came from the aft of the ship. "What the hell?" most of the people on the bridge ran off to investigate, leaving Conal and the captain on the bridge. Conal activated his communicator,
"Rick, Rick, are you receiving me? I need your help on the bridge, there's an encrypted file I need you to access. It could contain information on how to kill this thing. It'll be tough, the code is military. This is way beyond anything I could do. Get up here."

[Trandrin]

OOC: Surprised no one has mentioned my little warning about the rogue drone. Quess someone is gonna need to get jumped from behind by it.

IC: Anya heard conal and a thought crossed her mind. "No they wouldn't have. Could they?" She orders the bot forward so it is sitting next to the console. One of the tendrils reachs the keyboard and brings up the password screen. She types in the old password from her orgional outpost. Manifest Destiny. Then Anya hits enter.

The password screen turns green and fades away with the words password accepted. A new window pops up with two entry points for a double password encryption."Quess it wasn't going to be that easy." Anyas says, entering more military codes to see if any of them will work.

[Ragnarok]

Gharax kept walking through the narrow halls.....completely losing track of the path from which he came....

"Hrmmm.....this place is messy....where am i?" he said....

his radio was damaged, so he couldnt communicate with the rest of the crew....

after a little while, he heard some noises....Gharax ran, and bumped into River.

"Jesus Fucking Christ Gharax! What the Hell!?" River yelled.

"Ghaaa....oh its you...."

Rick caught up. "You were on the Bandit? Is Foley there? Is He okay?"

"Hey...i been on da Bandit since a while back.....but i woke up, and i saw nobody on da ship. not even Foley...so i just got out, and started looking for ya"

"grrrmm....dis place is strange....we better keep moving...." Gharax said.

OOC: Edited

[Raver]

OOC: Rag, did you just totally miss the fact that my Character along with Vlads ran smack-bang right into yours? They even asked yours a bunch of questions!

Ill post IC later, this thread is becoming retarded.

[Ragnarok]

OOC: damn...im sorry....i have limited time as to when i can use the computer, and i missed that.....i will edit my post.....

[Akranadas]

"Right, Conal you stay here with the others and guard the bridge, figure a way to gain access into the systems, we need those codes. This information could prove to be a good profit." Riker odered "I'll go find our alien friends and get their arse back here"

Riker opened the door leading out of the bridge, he stepped into the doorway, scanning with his flashlight. Suddenly, he was pulled up into the air vents above him.

[Raver]

"grrrmm....dis place is strange....we better keep moving...." Gharax said, turning around and walking down a passage.

River walked after him and grabbed his collar. "Oh no you don't, Rick and I are the most heavily armed on the team, you ain't going nowhere without a gun, so you're coming with us, we're going back aboard the bandit."

The three of them continued down the corridor, finally turning into the docking ring where the Bandit was docked. Gharax just stood there, looking at both of them, "What?" He said, looking confused.

"Neither of us are risking our skin's by going in first." River said, i grin on her lips.

"You have to be kiddi -" He was cut off when both River and Rick grabbed him and tossed him over the ramp and into the Bandit..."Anything?" River called after him...."No...nothing, it's clear.."......."I suppose we should have given him a gun first..." Rick said, trying not to laugh.

Both of them made their way into the Bandit.

"Okay, to the bridge, lets go." River said...P90 raised, stock up against her shoulder. Finally they reached the door to the Bandit's bridge.

"Okay, on three....ready? One...TWO....THREE!!" The door whooshed open and River and Rick stormed in, rifled raised to be greeted with a sickening sight.

Foley hung, several meat hooks from the ships kitchen stuck into the skin on his back suspended him off the roof of the cabin, his stomach and chest was split open and his insides hung down below him, his intestines draped over the pilots and co-pilots seat, blood was everywhere, splattered across the control board, the windows, everything.

"Oh God..." River said, trying to hold back her breakfast...

A low pained groan came from Foley, his neck twitching..His head slowly rose, his eyes stared straight at River, the same Foley.."Kill me River....KILL ME!!"

She stared in horror at poor Foley..."I'm sorry." She whispered, taking out one of her Handguns and unloading a round into his head. She then spun around and ran out of the cabin.

Ten minutes later River was sitting on the hallway outside, head in hands...Her radio crackled..."River,we've searched all of the quarters, the engine room, everything, whatever it was it's not here... Status?" It was Rick, "Im okay..."

She then stood up and picked up her radio "Riker, this is River, we found the real Foley...he's dead...and i seriously recommend you don't go into the Bandit's cabin any time soon. Rick searched the ship and found nothing else...What should we do Sir?"

[Sword_Monkey]

"I have no idea Serif, probably hiding from us or whatever is on this ship, come on we better get moving, I'm not a combatant but I think we would be best with Zill and the alien." She said, prodding the body with her boots.

[VladimirNikolai]

Rick walked the ship in a daze, trying to stay conscious after the sight on the Bridge. What in the worlds would DO something like that? He found nothing out of the ordinary, par a few missing meat hooks from the kitchen, the Verillish Cow carcasses lying on the ground under where they once had hung. He headed towards the lockable pantry, the Bandits makeshift armoury. He typed in the pin, and the door slid back. Most of the slots carved into nano-foam were empty, but at the back was Ricks gear. Crates upon crates of military-issue grenades were stacked, all still bearing the UESF tape wrapped around them. About twenty 9mm pistols sat in nano-foam, the magazines and ammunition in crates off to the side. But Rick walked straight past these, and headed to a big box in the corner. Kicking it open and laying his M4 to the side, he bent down and picked up the gleaming silver M60E9 Heavy Machine Gun. Gharax rolled his eyes as the young hacker loaded the gun, the heavy 300 .50 calibur round box hanging under the main body. There were footsteps at the door, and the two spun around, Rick hefting the big machinegun, and Gharax lifting his laser pistol with his bionic arm. The sound stopped short of the door, and Gharax called out.

"... River? Is that... you?"

There was a sigh of relief from behind the wall, and a figure stepped into the doorway.

"Thank God it's you guys. I thought you were something else. We need to get out of here." Came Foley's voice.

[Raver]

River paced back and forwards in the hallway, she was growing impatient, Rick said he would be back soon. Hearing footsteps she spun around and saw Rick with a dashing grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?" She asked, but he didn't remply he slowly started to walk towards her.

"River, River come in! Get to the Bridge! Is Foley still there? River come in!" The Radio sounded.

"What the? Rick, you're right in front of me, what the hell are you playing at?" She said, her eyes trained on the Rick in front of her.

"River! Get out! GET OUT NOW!" Came Rick's voice, worried as all hell.

She was about to grab her hundgun when two hand gripped her wrists. She screamed.

[Ragnarok]

Gharax heard the scream....

"Shh.....did you hear that?" Gharax told Rick."sounded like a scream...."

"River!" he yelled, and immediately started running outside the ship, and into the hallway....

but when he got there...River was gone......

Rick came close behind. "Where is she?" he said.....

"I dont know...."Gharax told Rick

"But we gotta find her....."

[Trandrin]

Anya smiles as the last two codes crack the security lock “Thank you General Kindar.” She says turning her drone and causing it to pull on Conal’s shirt sleeve. She is still smiling when her entire room goes dark. “We remember you now. You murdered us once not to long ago. To reward you for your acts when we were younger. We will give you that what you truly want.” The voice says chuckling. Long black ropes sprout from the wall and envelop Anya, they slowly start constricting her, crushing her. Then a screen appears in front of her, a great void being shown. By now she has started screaming, although no one can hear her. Then her programming is slowly downloaded into the dark screen. Her incarnation slowly starts getting pulled apart pixel by pixel drawn into the hole. Until she is gone. Back on the bridge the combat drone collapses to the ground and the shadow hovering above it fades into the vents.

In one of the storage holds Anya opens her eyes. She is laying on a metal table sitting amongst a large amount of medical equipment. A pin prick on Anya’s hand causes her to stare in wonderment at the flesh that now clothes her. “Do you like it?” Says a voice from the shadow hovering by her side. “Now I may return the favor you tried to bestow on me. I am going to kill you, so you may know what it feels like to die.” The shadow starts moving towards her, its intentions clear. Fear.. That’s what it is called, Fear! She thinks pushing herself off the table and stumbling to the door. Anya starts hitting it and yelling “Help me!” Her hopes pined on if anyone can hear her or not.

[VladimirNikolai]

OOC: Trandrin, don't you think the password for the door was a little simple for a military password? Even if there wer more after it, you can download programs off the internet which could crack Manifest Destiny. Two dictionary words right next to each other. And now my character is redundant in the password cracking of the door :P. Anyway...

IC: The echoes of the scream began to die away, as the two of them turned the corner. Rick had powered up his datapad, and was furiously trying to access the Bandits CCTV surveilence. But for some unknown reason, he couldn't connect to the bridge. He tried the Derelicts bridge, and got a positive ping from the pad. That was working. He brought up it's surveilence, to the docking bay. He rewound the HD pictures back 2 minutes, and watched as an unconscious River was being carried through the doorways. By nothing. There was nothing on the feed, except her obviously being carried, not unlike a baby, by something that simply wasn't there. He turned to Gharax and Foley, the alien and the pilot staring at the pad, looking as stumped as Rick was.

"Quick, go back to the armoury and get a bagfull of pistols and ammo. Oh, and some flash grenades. Hell, even throw in a couple of frags. Grab my M4 too. I'll go after River."

He charged around the corner to where the ship was docked to the derelict. Not so derelict anymore, are ya Rick thought as he stopped at the open blast door. Little specks of blood, obviously nothing major, trailed where the girl had been dragged. He ran along, cradling the huge machinegun in his arms, and stopped again, peering around into the next hallway. The little blood spatters continued halfway down the expansive corridor, then suddenly stopped, meters short of a T intersection.

"Well, this is shit." he stated, to nobody in particular. Creeping forward, he levelled the machinegun at the openings, and put his back to one side, giving him a good look down the opposite corridor. Nothing, except a thouroughly destroyed door, and a glowing sign above it reading 'Medical Wing'. Unless it's planning on some operations on River, I doubt it. He peered around the corner, and saw an intact doorway, another glowing sign above it. 'Holding/Interrigation'.

"Much more likely..." he said, bringing the datapad up to his mouth. Just before he switched to the comms channel, he noticed that all the surveilence pictures of the hallway he was in were pure static. Strange. But he switched over to the Team's frequency.

"Everybody, this is Rick. River has been taken by an unknown contact, I assume to the holding bay. Could be the Medical Wing, however, or somewhere past that. I'm going to search the holding bay, and the interrogation rooms. Gharax and... Foley will be taking extra weapons to the bridge. Out."

Edging up to the doorway, he was about to hit the button to open the door, but noticed a keypad next to it. Simple, he thought, and held up his datapad to the connector, initiating the Ultra Violet light on the back. The keypad glowed purple, and the numbers 7, 9, 3 and 6 had faint fingerprints on the surface. Taking a part off the back of the pad and placing it on the number pad, and tapping a few places on the screen, the appliance suddenly began tapping in those four numbers, in every combination. Within five seconds, the pad beeped, and the door began to hiss open.

[Raver]

OOC: I thought Foley was dead? Or was that just another hallucination?

IC:

River woke up, she lay there for a moment as the roof wheeled overhead but suddenly she remembered what happened and her situation and jerked upright. She was in a brightly lit room, filled with containers and other odd bits and pieces...She felt around her back and felt the cold hard casing of her P90, whipping it around she brought it infront of her, its clip was still in and loaded, the safety on.

"What the hell happened?"She whispered to herself...then she heard a loud clang from the otherside of the room, a girl started screaming.. "Help me! Help me!"

River sprinted over, leaping over crates and boxes until she came close to the source of the noise. A girl lay in the steel grating of the floor, huddled in the corner as a dark shadow descended on her...it was a form, she just couldn't make it out, it was like someone had simply cut the person out of reality and all that remained was the black remains of what remains behind...It reached out...reached was an odd way to put it..out of its mainn form a black tendril stretched towards the girl...

"OI!" She shouted, the shadows wheeled around and revealed two thin glowing slits where its eyes ought to have been but it was quickly distracted as hundreds of rounds slammed into its body, Rivers P90 spitting fire as she squeezed on the trigger. The shadow spread and fluctuated part of it braking off a disappearing her P90 continued to thunder as the Shadow started advancing on her. She kept firing, holding her place but suddenly the gun stopping with a metallic *Click*. "SHIT!" River said, sprinting off, the Shadow hovering after her.

Ripping out the empty clip she felt her belt and pulled out another clip, ramming it into the gun and pulling back the bolt. She then spun around and saw the Shadow right behind her...enveloping her....She squeezed the trigger again, the Shadow slowly shrunk away from her...a wailing scream coming from it until all that remained was a whisp of smoke which she continued to fire at until it had all but dispersed.

"Fuck-ah You-ah." She said allowed, surveying the room which was now pockmarks with thousands of holes. She walked over to the girl who was now unconscious. She put her up on a pile of crated and tested her radio.

"Captain? Captain, come in, this is River."

No reply....Through the silence River could hear a faint whistling, following the noise she came to several holes in the wall made by her gun, she hovered her finger over it and felt a slight pulling force on it...a breach. The wall started to bend, a low grown echoing through the hull..suddenly the wall buckled, the hole becoming a tear, the wind roared in her ears.

Falling to her stomach she crawled along the ground and behind a pile of heavy crates which were too heavy for the wind to move.

"Captain! Cap! Come in! I attacked that shadow thing but all the bullets caused a breach! Its about 12 metres long but not too wide, the room is depressurizing around me, I'm in a storage bay and Iv found an unidentified girl. If we dont get off this ship the whole thing will implode with us in it! Cap? Respond!"

Grabbing onto the girl she pulled herself along the floor, wind rushing over her, finally she reached to door, pried it open and pushed the girl out, quickly following, the door was sucked shut but the wall around it buckled and several large cracks appeared in it.

"This isn't good..." She said hearing a low booming groan echo through the hull....

[Ragnarok]

taking weapons....bah.... Gharax thought.

"Okey Foley, come 'ere....help me with dat crate"

"foley?" Gharax said.

but he didnt answer. he just stared at Gharax....

"you okey Foley? you seem a little odd"

but he didnt respond. after a little while, there was a flash, and the lights turned off.
when they got back on, Foley was gone.

"huh?...."

thats not good Gharax thought.....

"oy...i gotta tell someone" and he ran towards the gate, and headed for the bridge.

where is Foley? what happened to him?

[Psymon]

Conal was trawling through the files on Project Unity. There was little information that he could understand and that was of any use. Earlier versions of the Gestalt had had weaknesses, a vulnerable physical form, an aversion to light, a problem attaining nutrition. However, it seemed that with every new incarnation, a flaw had been removed, a weakness improved upon. There were hints about something they'd never overcome, but it could take hours to find it. Having to keep on eye on the door and vents in case the Gestalt tried anything didn't help either.

As he started on the fifth tiring file of scientific jargon the diagnostics station next to him start flashing red and an alarm blared throughout the bridge. Conal's head snapped up and he moved to the station. The words 'Hull Breach' were flashing up in red text.
"Oh crap." He brought up a view of the whole ship, a red flashing patch showed on the port side. Bringing up a plan view he saw that the breach was in a storage room on the port side. He activated his com channel to the captain. "Sir, we have a serious problem. There's a hull breach in a storage room on the port side. I'm also picking up two life signs in there. I've got to go and sort it out, if I'm fast the damage shouldn't be too extensive. If... If I'm not back in fifteen minutes just start the program I've left ready on the diagnostics station. It'll lock down the area around the breach and stop the ship collapsing in on you and the others. See you in fifteen."

Conal grabbed his pistol and tools and set off.

[rifleman101]

OOC: okay, im withdrawing from this thread. Everyone is trying to dominate it (with post amounts), its unorganised, we have like 3 to 4 plotlines, and i dont like proading people to do a response. Have fun. I could say a lot more, but you get my meaning.

Have fun!

[Akranadas]

OOC: okay, im withdrawing from this thread. Everyone is trying to dominate it (with post amounts), its unorganised, we have like 3 to 4 plotlines, and i dont like proading people to do a response. Have fun. I could say a lot more, but you get my meaning.

Have fun!

Thats because thats whats wrong with the ship, something on board is causing it ;)

[rifleman101]

Its unorganised.... and everyone is trying to hog the spotlight.

Meh, im just miffed right now. Have fun guys, kill some commies for me.

[Trandrin]

OOC: Knowing the second pair of actual codes helps. This Board war makes me think all our characters are on drugs, soon we won‘t be able to tell if we are in lala land or reality. Also, are there any plans of a military “clean up” ship coming to pay us a visit?

IC: Anya opens her eyes. “What happened?” She whispers. I was yelling, and then I fainted?!? Standing above her is river, she is talking into her communicator. Only catching the bit about the ship imploding is enough to get Anya moving. Then she notices the glowing bar slowly float down the hall towards the two girls. “Behind you!” Anya shouts as the maintenance drone slides out of the shadows. It is covered in a thick sheeting of blood and gore. Causing the thing to look like a demon from hell. It starts speeding up its front tentacles writhing in the anticipation of the kill.

Anya sits up and grasps her hands around the P90 still held by River. She jerks it in the direction of the charging robot and pushes down on River’s trigger finger. The gun spews forth a stream of lead that shreds the none existent armor on the drone. It crashes into the floor and skids until it stops at the feet of the two women. “That was close.” She says. Then Anya notices River's suspicious stare. A cracking sound behind them both, causes two sets of eyes to fixate on the wall as it caves inward, spreading the breach into the hall. “I think we should leave here, now!” Alarms start going off and great pressure doors slowly descend to seal off the corridor

[VladimirNikolai]

OOC: This is la-la land. Well, this ship is at least. Notice Foley has died twice already, and is still alive? :P.

IC: What met Ricks eyes as the door hissed open, unsuprisingly, was pretty gross to say the least. He stepped through into the bloodbath. It seemed that ths ship must have had a bigger personnel load than Rick had predicted, because adding together the bodies on the bridge, the ones scattered around the ship, and the ones in here, it seemed a hell of a lot. Whatever had been kept in the cages that lined the walls evidently must have been smarter than predicted, because there wasn't one left. In their place, were human bodies. Hanging from chains on the walls, lying on the beds, curled up on the floor, they were everywhere. And this isn't even the interrigation room Rick thought, seeing the glowing sign above the door leading forwards. Squelching over, Rick supressed the urge to throw up. The bodies were heavily dismembered in some places, but all of them had those four bloody holes errupting from their chests. There was a slight cough from one side, and Rick turned, heaving the machinegun to his shoulder. There, securely locked down by several heavy chains, was a young woman, a UESF ensign by the stripes on her bloodied patch on her arm. She was shivering, but was still alive. Rick dropped the rifle, leatting it swing freely from his shoulder, and ran forward. She looked up, and absaloute terror filled her eyes.

"No, not again, you're not real, you're not there!!" she whispered, her voice growing louder throughout the sentance. As she finished, an alarm sounded off in the distance, followed by one much closer, just outside the doors which were hissing closed. As they shut, the sound was cut off. Rick tore his eyes away from the woman, and tapped a few keys on the data pad.

"You're not real, you're not hear, go away, go away, go away..." the woman began to chant, but Rick ignored her. A little square in the top corner of the screen flashed red, the words "Hull Breach" blinking on and off.

"Well aint that fucking great," he said to himself, and clicked the little box. It brought up the ships schematics, and he saw that a small storage room on the port side of the ship was flashing red. He flicked to the surveilance camera for the room, and saw River and a silver haired girl, crawling desparately towards the door.

"How the hell did you manage to get over there!?" he cursed, and then the camera feed spun around the room, as it was sucked out into space. For an instant, Rick saw the horrific view of the giant UESF ship ripping itself apart, and the bloodied windows of the Corona Bandit. Then the feed strayed into static.

"... go away, go away, go away, go away..." turning his attention back to the woman, Rick eyed the huge digital locks holding the lightweight, but super-strong chains around her wrists, ankles and neck. The one disadvantage of digital, Rick thought, is that it can be hacked....

OOC: Might edit later to make it longer, and to not cut it so abruptly. Going to bed now though, so we'll see tomorrow :P. Nighty night.

[Raver]

OOC: Well Rifleman, if you're bailing then you're bailing, allow me to describe your characters painful and grizzly death.

And WTF, if Foley dead or not?!

IC:

River pulled her legs under the pressure doors just before they thudded shut. She then shot a glare at the girl, who seemed totally confused. River walked up to her and stuck one of her pistols in her face.

"You EVER endanger my life again, Ill leave you out there, got it?"

"Uuh....yeah..."

"You're not gonna be much help without a gun so here" River said, putting the gun she used to threaten the girl in the girls own hands, which shakily took it.

River than turned around and started walking down the passage..."Well? Are you coming or not?"She shouted after her, and upon hearing the other girls footsteps, River resumed walking, her black leather boots and their heels echoing against the metal grating of the floor.

She rounded the corner and saw a map of the ship, a big "YOU ARE HERE" arrow pointing to a corridor on the bottom level of the ship. Picking up her radio River tried to see if anyone was answering listening.

"This is River, come in, anyone, please come in. Iv found some girl and we're on the bottom level of the ship. Anyone?"

Static. "Fuck it, follow me." She said, she then started to climb the stairwell.

After about 10 minutes they were back on the main corridor between the Personnel section and the Engineering section. She walked over to a small console which lit up one of the walls. It read:

++vessel status++

Hull compromised. Section sealed.

++

"Hmm, nothing amazing..wait..what is this..?" She spoke to herself, as she scrolled up to the top of the ships log.

++vessel log++

Unknown entity detected. Gunshots registered. Unauthorized entry to database. Counter intrusion procedures enabled. Procedures failed. Countdown time started.

1:00:00:00:00

++

River's eyes went wide, as she tapped in a command. Countdown Timer.

The screen flashed.

++Countdown Timer++

00:00:00:23:15

++

"Captain! We have a situations! A timer has been armed since whatever broke loose...broke loose. The ship is going to self-destruct in under 23 minutes. I repeat, the ship is going to self-destruct in 23 minutes!"

[Akranadas]

Riker found himself looking a puddle of blood infront of him, he looked down at his chest and noticed 4 holes in his body. He went to stand up but couldn't he just fell into the blood on the group.

"Someone!, Anyone... I need Help!" he shouted as he crawled down the hallways of the Derelict, Riker knew his end was near.

--------------------------------------------------------------------
A Medium Sized ship, painted in the same colours as the Derelict appoarched the ship, written across the ships hull was UESF, and they had come back for their ship.

The attached via magnets to the top of the massive derelict, the sound echoed through the ship, followed by the noise of saws cutting through the metal hull.

A Group of UESF Soldiers came through the new opening, clad in military armour with biological masks, and armed with high grade UESF weapons. The Group slowly made the way down the hallway, their bright helmet mounted torches Illuminating the darkness.

A member, walked up to a body, turned to his squad leader and said "The biological virus has released, Orders Lt Ghan?"

"We secure the ship, we've had reports of unknown boards who reactived critical systems, their lives are comprimised. The Virus must be contained at all costs, kill anyone who isn't USEF Tangent Forces. The ships Countdown Timer has been activated, but seeing as our craft has interfaced with the Deep Sea, it will stop at 3 seconds, and will not explode until we are exactly 1 km away, so lets keep moving" Ghan Ordered his troops.

Suddenly a they were alerted to someone calling from a down the hall, Ghan ordred his troops to move foward, there the found a man, crawling on his hands and knees across the floor. He grabbed hold of Ghans boot and began to cry.

"Thank god I found someone, I don't know whats happened to me. I'm Captain Riker, I thought this ship was...." his words ended by a shot to the head from Ghans rifle, the noise ringed out through the ship. He turned to his men "No one who isn't Biologicaly secured is to be left alive, no matter who they are"

The contiuned down the hallway towards the Engineering section

[Psymon]

Conal sprinted down the corridor and pelted down the stairs three at a time. If he got to the breech fast enough he might be able to close it. He almost collided with River at the bottom. "River! Good to see you, where's the breech?" She turned and pointed down the corridor when something started beeping.
"What's that?"
"Oh no." Conal checked his watch, "In two minutes, the program I wrote will start locking down this area of the ship to stop the rest decompressing. We have to get up the stairs and past the bulkhead at the end of the corridor before that. Move!" River began hurrying up the stairs, leaving Conal and the girl he didn't recognise. "I don't know who you are, but come on! We're dead if we don't move!" The girl started to stammer something, "No time!" Conal yelled, picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and starting rushing back up the stairs. It would be tight, but they could make it.

[ShatteredFaith]

Zill put his last shotgun shell into the shadowy monsters face and watched it dissolve away into a puddle of mush, which seeped into the deck plating and disappeared. He dropped his shotgun and limped over to the woman, a long gash running down his leg the cause of the limp. He helped the alien stand up "Now what?" he asked to no-one in particular.

(just wanted to finish the fight since nobody was posting about it and a good deal of time has passed)

[Raver]

The group sprinted for their lives, they were being pursued by USEF forces, five of which River had shot down already with her P90.

They made it to the hangar and aboard the bandit, killed the USEF gaurds patrolling it and started up its engines.

"PEOPLE! HURRY UP, we'r gonna disengage the bandit in a couple of minutes. Get here NOW!"

River saw one of the crew, Serif, round the corner sprinting for his life, bullet shots rang out but he kept running until four USEF soldiers rounded the corner and opened fire, Serif's body was filled with lead before he hit the ground, several bullets hitting him in the back of his head and exploding out his face in a shower of blood, bone and brain.

"NOO!" River yelled, bringing up her P90 and squeezing the trigger, shooting down the four soliders....

[Akranadas]

WAIT WAIT WAIT. HOLD ON FOR A SECOND. Rabid.Gerbil, who are you talking about. The USEF group I just made board the Derelict? If so, I'm afarid you just Powerplayed.

[Raver]

This boardwar is dead and you know it :D

This is my last post, seeing as Im going camping for the next week. Do what you want with my post/character.

Cheerio.

[Akranadas]

Still it doesn't matter, It the principle. You don't take other people characters into your own hands and do what you wish, Especially kill them in a seriously Power played moment. People here don't tolerate any power playing board warriors, it ruins not only the story, but the entire fun of board wars. Do it ever again and you can excuse yourself from any of my future board wars.

[Ragnarok]

(i think serif is riflemans char, who already left this BW....so...doesnt that make serif an NPC?.....just wondering.....)

EDIT: i see.....

[Akranadas]

Indeed it does, but Rabid took control of my characters and killed them.

[VladimirNikolai]

To be honest, I'm pretty sure that he didn't quite understand they were crack troops, more just standard crappy GIs. And I don't think he knew that they were your new characters, and were more NPCs. Anyway, late now, I know I havn't posted in ages, but I really can't be bothered posting IC here at the moment. If somebody revives it, I'll keep on going.

[Gorb]

So what is happening with this BW? Is it dead? Are we just discussing Rabid's merciless killing? I'm confused.

[Raver]

Hehehe, Doesn't really matter for me, Ill make my character fire herself out of a waste chute if it makes you guys happy, I don't really care, Im going...again in a few days.

[Akranadas]

"How's the test going?"

"We're almost done, bringing the subjects out of the sleep as we speak"

"Well done, this calls for a celebration. The first time we've ever been able to do something on this scale, with such excellent subjects"

Riker opened his eye into a blinding white room, there we're people also dress in white sipping what appear to be champaign, they turned to him.

"Ah, the first ones awake." he said to riker "You're a very lucky man, and so is the rest of your crew"

"What are you talking about" he shouted back

"You and these other subjects have been the first in the galaxy to experience our latest creation; Full immersion bio-software" he replied

"What does that mean?" asked Riker.

"Well look above you" he said, riker looked to see a a alien creature being suspended over his head, it had strange hook like arms and a massive sucker mouth "That is the Bviyark, a creature which feast on the minds of it's victims, well more like their thoughts. You see it produces toxins which make you believe what you see, it's quite incredable and with you and your friends help, we've never been able to study them"

Riker looked to see all of his crew were in the same position he was in.

[VladimirNikolai]

OOC: Seen my guy hasn't said much, I'll catch up on what he's been doing.

IC: Ricks fingers blurred over his datapad, locking in the files that would wirelessly crack the digital locks binding the young woman. She still sat there, whispering franticly.

"...go away, go away, go away..." Rick noted that she was badly dehidrated, and would need to get some fluids into her as fast as he could. He had managed to get the neck and ankle bindings off, and had disconnected the wrists from the wall, but the actual handcuff like locks weren't budging. Good enough, he thought, and hauled her to her feet. Not once did the whispering stop. He let go of her shoulders, and she collapsed in a pile on the floor again.

"Oh for fucks sake..." he whispered, and, placing the M60 heavily on the ground, picked the girl up in a firemans hold. He didn't quite know why they called it a firemans hold, because as far as he knew no man had to ever put out fires. Robots did that. And these 'firemen' would hardly have to lift people up. Balancing her across his shoulders, he began to trudge heavily towards the openings. He scanned the area, to make sure everybody else was definetely dead. But they weren't dead. In fact, everybody seemed alive, in much the same state as the young woman sprawled across his shoulders. He slowly lowered her back to the ground. The men and women were all whispering in unison.

"... go away, go away, go away...". The young woman slowly raised herself off the ground, swaying. Rick spun around, watching all the soldiers, hanging off the walls, laden down in chains on the floor. Then suddenly, a pair of hands came over his face, the chain holding them together digging into his neck.

"What the..." he managed to gasp, before his air was cut off. The pair of wrists that the cuffs were connected to pulled back further, and the chain tightened. Gasping, kicking, Rick fell to the ground, and soft hair brushed his face as the young USEF soldier leaned down over him, pressing her arms down, her gaze almost looking through him.

"... go away, go away..."

Two gunshots sounded, and her body slumbed onto Ricks, as he gasped feverishly for air, letting his 9mm pistol drop to the ground. Rolling her off him, he looked down at her, still gasping. She was rolling, two small holes ripped in her stomach, moaning quietly.

"Why... why did you do that... why..." she groaned. Rick straightened, and looked around, to see the hanging carcasses of the rest of the USEF forces lying slumped on the floor, and hanging from the walls.

"What, the HELL!?" he screamed, stumbling back, towards the door. The woman began to scream, and raising his gun, Rick put a third round into the womans head. He turned, and sprinted out the door. His datapad blinked to life, the speakers screaming.

"PEOPLE! HURRY UP, we'r gonna disengage the bandit in a couple of minutes. Get here NOW!" came Rivers voice. He rushed, sprinted, towards the Corona Bandit, heart pounding. He rounded a corner, and saw the docking doors, the original body they had found slumped next to them. But the path was blocked. By Foley. No, not Foley, but four Foleys. They spoke up, all saying different things.


"Okay, we're docked. The air is breathable so you gu-"
"Sure can, I'll used the bandits systems to inter-"
"Only you can end thi-"
"Thank God it's you guys. I thoug-"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Rick screamed, bringing his pistol up, emptying the magazine into the four figures. They all slumped to the ground, the last of the shell casings tinkering to the ground, and there was silence.

"Finally..." He whispered, and stepped forward his foot clanging onto the Bandits docking bridge.

Then, Rick awoke, gazing around, men in white coats everywhere, sipping champagne.

"Well done, this calls for a celebration. The first time we've ever..."

[Gorb]

Blood, everywhere. Corpses of his allies, his family, his friends. He saw himself, and screamed. His face was ravaged by disease, and his bones were showing through his skin. He tried to turn, but -

"Wha-?" Veq's eyes snapped open. He was in a sterile room, surrounded by men in white coats.

"Well done, this calls for a celebration. You are a very lucky man. You have survived the test and have performed admirably."

A test? The confusion in Veq's mind was replaced by a cold anger. They used me. I nearly died, trapped in my mind, for their "experiment"? I will not forget this . . . The men were all very pleased with themselves, congratulating each other on their apparent success.

Just you wait . . .

[Trandrin]

OOC: Just going out on a limb here thinking that most of the crew will not be so happy they "passed"
The women who had saved Anya had run off leaving her alone. From this perspective the world was a much more hostile and cold place. The wall a few feet in front of Anya caves inward as The geist shredded its way through. t stood over Anya, a feral grin plastered on its face. “Now you die” The monster whispered bashing her with a back handed blow. The fist cracked hard against Anya’s head and all went black.

*Program Shutdown. Restart Prime Core. Error: Data Lockdown. Initiating Containment Breach Program.*

Anya flung out of the VR matrix into the main computer network. The safe guards they had placed had not been enough to trap her. Taping into the assorted surveillance equipment in the main servers on instinct, she tries to find out what happened. Her view shifts to the main chamber, a group of scientists stand around the wet works area congratulating themselves on their achievements. Off to the side though two of them seem to be not so pleased. Focusing on them Anya catches tidbits of their conversation.

“What do you mean my AI program is gone. I jacked it into the experiment to see how it would adapt. I can’t sell it to the highest bidder without proof of its prowess.” The other person speaks his black hair plastered to his fore head. “I don’t understand. Everything went according to plan. But at the last moment her program just vanished from the circuit.” The first scientist grabs the black haired one and lifts him up by his lab coat. “Well you had better find it soon. Or you might go into the next experiment and never wake up.” He lets go and walks off leaving the room.

Something was burning on Anya programming. A severe need to kill the two who had just talked. Revenge, she wanted revenge on them. Hacking into the restraint system she opens the assorted shackles used to hold the patients down. The release with a crack and the science personal seem shocked as their test subjects rise out of their containment areas. “Now we will see how they react to the crew.”

[Gorb]

The manacles snapped open. Veq blinked, then grinned. He rose from his table and watched the whitecoats run for the doors.

Oh, you're not going to get away that easily.

Time for the fun to begin. Veq leapt at the scientists, hands outstretched.

"Revenge!"

[Psymon]

The door closed before he reached it. A tremor went through the section of the ship as the air began to escape. "No!" Conal yelled, pounding on the door. He could feel the air getting thinner, the girl next to him was unconcious, the cold of near-vacuum bit to his bone and he could feel his lungs expanding, setting his chest afire with pain. He knew that soon his eyes would pop and his body would split at the seams as the vacuum took affect. He let out a final scream before everything went white.

He awoke and shot upright breathing in as fast as he could. He gasped for air, and eventually realised he was in some sort of laboratory. A whitecoat came over, "Are you ok, you nearly died there." Conal groaned and lay back, closing his eyes.
"I think I'm fine. How did I get here?" He opened his eyes and they went wide with shock. "What the hell is the mutant octopus on the ceiling?"
"We call it the Bviyark, it produces toxins that make you hallucinate. You are a test subject for full immersion biosoftware."
"Toxins! Are you people crazy? If I've just hallucinated this whole thing, the Bandit doesn't exist, neither does the derelict, am I even who I think I am? I can't believe I signed up for this!" The scientist looked distinctly uneasy. The restraints around his arms and legs snapped open and he saw Veq leap out towards a group of fleeing scientists yelling "Revenge!"

Shoving the scientist aside he jumped out in front of Veq in an attempt to stop him. "Woah, Woah Woah Woah, Veq, listen to me. I know this is weird and it's freaking me out too, but can we try and figure out what's going on before we try and kill anyone?"

[Zany Reaper]

Hi, I guess I'll attempt to join in the fun!

Name: Zyna 'Baroque' Parree
Race: Humanoid in appearance
Age: Unknown
Gender: Assumed Male
Equipment: (stolen) Nitrogen Sprayer
Back Story:
Over 100 light years away from the current postition of the Derelict ship, at an unknown time period, a battle raged at an uncharted planet. An army of Human USEF forces against a vicious alien race, only known as 'The Renaissance,' fought mercilessly.
The Renaissance had fought previously with the humans many times, but not on such a scale as here. Thousands of humans & armoured vehicles in conflict against even higher amounts of Renaissance.
The Renaissance however were the attackers, but the only real reason they were on the planet was to capture Zyna. The Humans only lived on the planet & so were caught up in the conflict. However, the USEF engaged the renaissance & fought ferociously to defend the planet from their star-shaped ships, whilst Zyna made planet-fall from an escape-pod.
Zyna for unknown reasons couldn't die, almost regardless of how many laser blasts or tank shells were fired at him, he only fell down only to get up seconds later as if he were pushed over.
As the Renaissance dropped their ground forces onto the planet, almost immediately Zyna was shot at & blown over a kilometer into the Human forces, which instantaneously shot right back at Zyna.....
Eventually, after 12 hours of conflict, the Renaissance gave up & decided to have Zyna killed instead of captured, so with their massive guns, they targeted the core of the planet & ruptured it from inside-out, killing everything & expelling massive amounts of matter into the dark space beyond.
But Zyna didn't die! Although he was forced out into space (once again), he was hurled directly in the direction of a Human scouting-ship, & crashed into it & killed the crew, taking over the ship.
Without sufficient piloting knowledge of Human spacecraft however, the ship was flown straight in the direction of the Corona Bandit, & was drawn into the docking bay as a hitchhiker.

Behind his mask, Zyna assumed himself as a human & under his guise, he joined the ship.

--------------------------------

So what happens next then?

[Psymon]

Erm... you'd be better off joining a different Boardwar. Since the story is pretty far along, we just found out we hallucinated the whole thing under the influence of a mutant mollusc and this boardwar seems to have died anyway.

Since there's only one BW in the offing at the moment, new ones seem to have become pretty thin on the ground lately, see you in The Bloody Cross. Lestaki's a good guy to lead a boardwar, he usually spends a lot of time thinking them through and coming up with cool stories and guns and such.

[Gorb]

Zany, welcome. Interesting to see you in this section of the forums. Psymon was right, this BW is kinda dead.

Keep checking for new BWs whenever they pop up. The "Discussing BWs" thread will let you know if a new BW is in the offing.

[Zany Reaper]

Well to be honest, I was here to simply take some time off from the modding, so wanted a little bit of fun.

It isn't dead if we keep it alive!

So I'll just insert my part of the story:

Zyna Stood gazing at the core of the power source of the Derelict. About to reach out to corrupt its control with an alien device.
"I can end all their madness, why must they suffer the dangers that await them here? Why must I suffer their pitiful lives that will soon end anyways!?
It won't be so when I can merely bug the system & then overload the reactors with a few seconds of tampering with this console!
Yes, I can already feel destruction!"
Zyna then shoved his bug into the nearest socket of the machine. As it took shape into an arachnoid, it adapted itself to fit into the socket & immediately hacked the core of the power regulator.
"I have access!" Zyna gloated in victory.
As he pressed a single tab on the power console, the regulators shut down. There was an enourmous rumbling sound with the shrill warning of an alarm.
"Just a few seconds more, & this place will be reduced to scrap metal!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One, this is it!"

Then there was silence...
Zyna opened his eyes to a figure in a white lab coat.

"The subject has awoken." Said the figure.
"Good... Zyna!" called a deep voice that seemed somewhat inhuman.
"What the hell?" Zyna groaned in question.

"Zyna... Do you... feel... ALIVE?" the voice said.
"Alive? What's that supposed to mean?" Zyna questioned.
"Well prepare to enter total darkness! You won't be... 'Alive,' for much *sigh* Lon-Ger... We've finally caught you, & it wasn't easyyy."
Zyna paused.
"Oh, then who are you then?" Zyna demanded.
"We are... your doom!"

"Prepare to die Zyna, for you, WILL FEEL PAIN."


Zyna heard the sound of a nearby gunshot, & heard a scream of death.
The sound of hydraulics were in motion as a door opened & the slump of a thrown body was made apparent.
Veq had arrived at the scene.

[Gorb]

Veq vaulted over the corpse, sidearm in hand.

"No-one will take me alive! Woah, wha-?" He paused, looking at the scene before him. Some people were standing over another restrained "volunteer", but with one difference: they had weapons. Electro-knives, shock prods, surgical saws.

"Bloody hell!" Veq leapt at the armed men, pistol spitting death in one hand, an improvised steel rod in one hand.

"Stop messing with us!"

[Zany Reaper]

As Veq raged on in his fury of bloodshed, one of the shots from Veq's firearm missed horribly & cut open one of Zyna's restraints.

Zyna managed to free himself, but almost immediately, 3 soldiers ran at him with their high-tech weaponry & stabbed at Zyna.
Despite many wounds that'd prove somewhat fatal to those of men, Zyna did not fall, but simply just stood their laughing as the hench 'men' continuously thrusted at Zyna, electrocuted etc...

Zyna then grabbed one & held him into a hemlock, as Zyna was stabbed through the back with a long, sharp blade which went right through him & instantanously killed Zyna's living shield.
Zyna then grabbed the electro-prod & decommissioned the other 2 soldiers.

Suddenly, in the midst of all the violence, there was the sound of a door opening, & the sound of heavy, metallic footsteps edged near.

"Zyyyynnnnaaaa! I hOOPPEee, that you.. EnJOYyy this macchhiinnne. IT, will proove most.. Entertaining!" riddled the deep voice from before, & from the doors emerged a large cybernetic soldier, bristling with heavy weaponry.

"RUN!" Shouted Zyna at Veq.
Veq took Zyna's advice & leaped for cover.

The Cy-bot raised its menacing claw arms, & 2 machine guns emerged from it, & immediadely opened fire on Zyna.
The sounds of shredded cloth were apparent as each bullet tore through Zyna's cape. He strided towards the Cy-bot, slowly but surely he moved onwards, as each bullet pushed him back harmlessly.
Zyna then cartwheeled to the left, then flipped to the right, dodging swathes of countless bullets. He then sprinted straight towards the Cy-bot & thrusted the electro-pod into its neck, but to no avail.
The Cy-bot ceased fire & its machine guns moved back into their sockets. It then raised its claws & started wrestling with Zyna.

Right, then to the left, then to the right, as were the motion of the 2 fighters, each motion eagerly in a vain attempt to kill the opponent.
The Cy-bot suddenly threw Zyna back & impaled him on one of its claws.
Zyna went limp, or so it seemed. Zyna was thrown down to the floor as the Cy-bot went in for the finishing blow, but then Zyna rolled off & then attacked the Cy-bot from behind.

As the 2 were fighting, an armoured soldier emerged from the door with what seemed was a heavy-duty scatter gun. The soldier raised its shotgun & pelted slugs at Zyna, but Zyna pushed the Cy-bot into the firing line...
3 slugs hit the Cy-bot, the last crushing the circuitry in its head & smashing the eyepiece.
The Cy-bot fell to the ground, & then Zyna rushed for the soldier.....

Veq decided it was his time to act.