Mar 19, 2019 5:55 pm
Moonbeam says:
"Marbo? What does that mean? Marbo??"OOC:
This is definitely not the first time anybody has asked this when marbo was about to do something.Chapter IIa: Absolute Disaster
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Mar 19, 2019 6:27 pm
Marbo, you see the security officer hesitate for a second. Before he actually gets to hit the button, a claw smashes against your helmet, cracking it deeply but not quite smashing through. Now, the security officer hits the button and Marbo and the parasite are instantly sucked out of the airlock into space. Within seconds, you see the parasite container burst open by the vacuum of space with the parasite holding on to the remains of the robot. Almost at the same time, your helmet bursts open, exposing you to the vacuum as well...
Cass, Marbo's message still has you dumbfounded, until Mezron calls out: "Airlock Alpha-5 has been depressurized." Mezron doesn't have to add the next sentence but she does: "Commander, that's the airlock that Dr. Zlam was doing surgery in."
Cass, Marbo's message still has you dumbfounded, until Mezron calls out: "Airlock Alpha-5 has been depressurized." Mezron doesn't have to add the next sentence but she does: "Commander, that's the airlock that Dr. Zlam was doing surgery in."
Mar 19, 2019 7:07 pm
Cass feels it like a gut punch. Somehow, it's too hot inside her stupid helmet at the same time that her veins are suddenly full of ice water. She'd just blithely assumed that everything would work out with the surgery. None of Marbo's direst contingencies ever actually seemed to happen. She'd thought of him performing surgery in a spacesuit inside an airlock as the kind of precaution that precluded the possibility of the precaution turning out to be necessary.
"Do we have eyes on Zlam?" she demands, not sure who needs to respond to the question. "Security, report on airlock Alpha-5." Without waiting for that response, she tells Mezron, "Come about to put him within tractor beam range." Breathlessly, she waits for her flurry of orders and requests to bear fruit.
She's already possibly lost four crew members today. She's not losing another. Not right here on her own damn ship.
"Do we have eyes on Zlam?" she demands, not sure who needs to respond to the question. "Security, report on airlock Alpha-5." Without waiting for that response, she tells Mezron, "Come about to put him within tractor beam range." Breathlessly, she waits for her flurry of orders and requests to bear fruit.
She's already possibly lost four crew members today. She's not losing another. Not right here on her own damn ship.
Mar 19, 2019 7:32 pm
Marbo drifts, no control over direction or bearing, through the void of space, his helmet shattered, frost slowly growing upon his skin.
He can most likely see the window of the bridge by now, and he strains his neck to see the commander, standing in front of the captains chair, doing what she does so well. A smile grows across his face, breaking flakes of frost off to drift into space alongside him.
He reaches a hand out, hoping that somehow, someone would grab his wrist and pull him back aboard.
He can most likely see the window of the bridge by now, and he strains his neck to see the commander, standing in front of the captains chair, doing what she does so well. A smile grows across his face, breaking flakes of frost off to drift into space alongside him.
He reaches a hand out, hoping that somehow, someone would grab his wrist and pull him back aboard.
Mar 19, 2019 7:37 pm
"There's lifesigns outside the airlock, weak. It looks like two of them but... no, I actually only read one!", the ensign who took over the science station for the moment explains. He looks like this whole situation is too much for him.
You receive a reply over comm: "Commander, the surgery was a success but the robot attacked Doctor Zlam. They fought and Zlam's helmet got damaged before I hit the airlock release. Commander, I think the doctor is dead."
Mezron calls out: Turning ship. Ready to engage tractor beam on location of the lifesigns in four seconds. Commander, if his helmet is broken, the tractor beam won't help to keep him alive. We have to get him back inside!"
You receive a reply over comm: "Commander, the surgery was a success but the robot attacked Doctor Zlam. They fought and Zlam's helmet got damaged before I hit the airlock release. Commander, I think the doctor is dead."
Mezron calls out: Turning ship. Ready to engage tractor beam on location of the lifesigns in four seconds. Commander, if his helmet is broken, the tractor beam won't help to keep him alive. We have to get him back inside!"
Mar 19, 2019 7:39 pm
Moonbeam says:
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Jesus Christ. Stop that.OOC:
I cant help it, i made myself sad and now i feel all fatalistic. Im pretty sure theres a word in german or swedish or something for the exact feeling i have, its like. "The feeling of loss or sadness over something out of your control, but also accepting that you had something that can make you feel so sad, and recognizing that as a reason to be happy."Next time i make a doctor- He clones himself first thing.
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Mar 19, 2019 7:41 pm
Marbo, you're quickly losing all strength from lack of oxygen (or whatever it is you breathe). You look towards where you think the bridge is, the ship is slowly turning around so it faces you, almost as if Cass is turning to look at you one last time. You see a movement from the corner of your eye and realize that it's the parasite - it managed to launch itself out of its casing and is now slowly floating towards you with nothing you can do to avoid it.
Before it reaches you, your eyes fall shut and you lose consciousness
Before it reaches you, your eyes fall shut and you lose consciousness
Mar 19, 2019 7:44 pm
Cass slaps herself on the forehead, momentarily forgetting it is encased in the ridiculous helmet. It probably looks as stupid as she feels - how could have thought about the tractor beam before the transporter?
"Transporter room, lock onto Dr. Zlam's coordinates and beam him directly into sickbay, NOW!"
"Transporter room, lock onto Dr. Zlam's coordinates and beam him directly into sickbay, NOW!"
Mar 19, 2019 7:44 pm
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My heart is actually breaking you guys.Thats what im hearing in the background as the ship turns, marbo and cassano making eye contact one more time. as he slips into blackness.
I also forgot we have a transporter! WAIT NO THE SLUG!!!!
I keep making edits, but im gonna sketch something out for this scene because i havent felt this emotional since... Hm..
My last break up... actually. Holy fuck.
I need a smoke.
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Mar 19, 2019 7:58 pm
"Wait, if they blew the airlock, the slug alien must have... Security to the medbay, armed with phasers set to maximum. If the slug alien is there, be prepared to kill it."
Mar 19, 2019 8:08 pm
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I'm trying to come up with a justifiable reason for Cass to send her to the medbay, but my synapses aren't cooperating.Mar 19, 2019 8:11 pm
"Commander, this is transporter room. We have locked on to the lifesigns but we are unable to distinguish between Dr. Marbo's and the parasite's. Should we beam to sickbay?"
Mar 19, 2019 8:13 pm
bowlofspinach says:
"Commander, this is transporter room. We have locked on to the lifesigns but we are unable to distinguish between Dr. Marbo's and the parasite's. Should we beam to sickbay?""Affirmative," Cass says.
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Mar 19, 2019 8:23 pm
There's a few seconds of delay before the next communication arrives: "Transport successful. Doctor Zlam is in sickbay."
Then, as soon as that message ends, another comes in, yelled in a very hectic sounding voice: "Belka here. Transport was successful but the doctor is dying. The parasite must have gotten to him before we beamed him back. We'll do all we can to save him!"
Then, as soon as that message ends, another comes in, yelled in a very hectic sounding voice: "Belka here. Transport was successful but the doctor is dying. The parasite must have gotten to him before we beamed him back. We'll do all we can to save him!"
Mar 19, 2019 8:28 pm
Belka does not respond, he must be busy with the emergency operation, but after a few seconds, a female voice replies to you: "It must have been eliminated by the transporter's bio filter but there is a large hole in the doctor's throat. The parasite must have been eating its way into him when we transported."
Mar 19, 2019 8:35 pm
Kendall is present for all of this in disbelief. The alien rejected the implant, and hostilely attacked a crewman.
This is her chance to handle this threat before the crew knows what is going on. She rushes to a turbolift, hops into her ship, punches the coordinates on auto-pilot, set for 2 minutes after she sets the command for her ship to collide into the weakpoint of the alien ship's shield.
She gathers some of her key belongings into a special ops envirosuit pack, thinking, Well, we have had a good run, haven't we? as she runs her finger along a portion of the hull of her vessel.
This is for the good of all of us, she thinks as she walks to the transporter panel. She sticks her data stick into the console, where she set a timer to coincide with the 2 minute timer on her ship's programmed autopilot.
She watches from a safe place as the ship's shield drops very briefly, her ship transports out of the shuttle bay, and then the ship's shield re-engages.
She watches from the computer terminal she is using as the monitor eyes her ship, going towards the enemy ship.
I hope I programmed it well enough to hit the right spot, and I hope that those slugs don't notice it until its too late.
This is her chance to handle this threat before the crew knows what is going on. She rushes to a turbolift, hops into her ship, punches the coordinates on auto-pilot, set for 2 minutes after she sets the command for her ship to collide into the weakpoint of the alien ship's shield.
She gathers some of her key belongings into a special ops envirosuit pack, thinking, Well, we have had a good run, haven't we? as she runs her finger along a portion of the hull of her vessel.
This is for the good of all of us, she thinks as she walks to the transporter panel. She sticks her data stick into the console, where she set a timer to coincide with the 2 minute timer on her ship's programmed autopilot.
She watches from a safe place as the ship's shield drops very briefly, her ship transports out of the shuttle bay, and then the ship's shield re-engages.
She watches from the computer terminal she is using as the monitor eyes her ship, going towards the enemy ship.
I hope I programmed it well enough to hit the right spot, and I hope that those slugs don't notice it until its too late.
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Lasers (Prepared for this course of action, Expert in computers and espionage) - (3d6)
(313) = 7
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