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  • [3e IC] Xenoforce: C.4: Invasive Species



    "...And as you can see in the distance behind me Charlotte, rescue workers are still trying to sort through the wreckage. The Army has only allowed a handful of teams past the barricade so far, and we've still yet to have solid word about what's going on in there. I have however been able to confirm rumors that it's passengers were all in some sort of uniform, but researchers are still trying to- Wait, something's going on near the ship!"
    ---

    It's been a week since the revolt aboard the Redemption through which chaos and destruction followed. No doubt thousands died on impact alone, with more to follow as the days drug on and the situation grew ever more dire. Nobody knows the exact toll. Fewer even care. All that matters right now is survival.

    Five individuals currently find themselves scattered within one of Sol 3’s forested regions, a planet of which the guards would know to be a Protected Primitive Isolation zone. Galactic law forbid interaction with pre-stellar civilisations such as the one governed by humanity, only welcoming them into the fold once the citizens were ready. For the most part this was respected, but many have still tried to circumvent this law one way or another. Almost five percent of that ship's prison populace were these self-entitled 'meddlers'.

    Sol 3 had it's fair share of meddling in the past, with efforts to reduce violations having generally achieved positive results outside of a few notable occurrences. Suffice to say however, that this is going to become the single worst incident of pact violation since a Dravaian corporation had the bright idea to uplift the Sthyss and unleash a race of xenophages on the galaxy. No one knows what's going on up top, how The Authority is currently handling this monster of a PR disaster.

    Troops could start raining down from the skies at any moment, bombing could start as soon as next week to glass the planet, diplomats might be reviewing the cultural nuances of the world's most popular languages, or... maybe this will all just be swept under the rug. Ship logs deleted, files corrupted, hyperspace lanes rerouted, all the while leaving it's original species at the whims of its newest citizens. Only time would tell for all involved.

    All that is known now is that while the fires are distant, acrid smoke still clogs the atmosphere while chunks of the wreckage now litter the countryside for miles in all directions. Strange beasts roam this dark and alien forrest, largely avoiding the foreign presence. It appears to be at some point during this world's day, though timepieces may instead assure Authorized citizenry that it's the middle of the night as far as the wider galaxy is concerned. Heavy cloud cover obscures any means of determining the local star's exact position, but most might judge it to be late afternoon. Not a single one of these five aliens have yet to encounter this planet's sapient populace, and as such remain ignorant to their primitive broadcasts.

    --
    Xarvalis

    Dirt clings to the light gray cloth uniform marking you as part of the prison populace as you drag your body along the ground, trekking further and further from the crash. While you had no way to know there were technologically inclined inhabitants on this world, you nonetheless hoped to stumble across any form of civilisation. Be it stellar transmission, a hyper-link, ultraviolet waveform basic, there was nothing. Your glasses were either damaged in the crash or this world is completely wild. Or you could just be in a dead spot.

    You flick your tongue out reflexively, instantly regretting the the horrible taste lacing the air as the ship's compremater fuel continues to burn and unleash its byproducts. You're not an expert on starships by any measure, but you have a feeling that burning fuel is a bad thing.

    The hexagonal tag identification tag continues to itch at your neck, another constant annoyance you're forced to endure while your stomach continues it's mission to try and consume itself. In your rush to uncover your prized possessions, you failed to consider the possibility of raiding a pantry for packets of Universal Rations. Not being brave enough to risk taste testing the local animal population, you're sorely regretting that oversight. You're not sure how much longer you can keep up your fast.

    Any more thoughts you're experiencing are wiped clean in an instant as an explosion shakes the ground beneath you. A plume of thick black smoke rises somewhere up ahead, and as you catch another whiff of the air you become distinctly aware of an increasingly familiar smell. Blood. Someone's been hurt.

    -
    Ashani

    As you slither along the forest floor, further mucking up your far too tight prison uniform, you can't help but feel ecstatic and carefree. Sure, the crash was very distressing and led you to believe for several intense moments you'd cease to be, but once that drama was over with things couldn't have been better. The main reason for your wonderful mood was very simple.

    Food!

    Your belly hasn't been so stuffed in weeks, having been forced to subsist on meager Universal Rations and the odd cellmate when you were still permitted one. But now that you were outside of camera range and guards being left far behind, you've been free to explore the forest and enjoy it for all it's splendor. The strange four legged animals with the beautifully shaped horns were easily turning into a fast favourite. The way they bolted at the sight of you made the reward of engulfing them all the more sweet.

    What would normally plague the minds of most people stranded on an alien world had little bearing on your own rationale. There was nobody around to talk you down for eating someone you thought looked delicious, datapads wouldn't continue to taunt you with their nonsense symbols and overly complex operations, and best of all, the air smelled wonderful! Not a single sign of the polluted atmospheres you were accustomed to most of your life.

    Truly, you're almost ready to leave all of civilisation behind and embrace your species' simplistic origin. That dreamy thought is blasted away when a force of wind buffets your body, knocking you're unprepared self back into a tree. After getting your bearings, you catch sight of smoke arising from the treeline nearby, and you can hear the faint sounds of someone in pain. Well... You were starting to feel a little peckish.

    -
    Diona X'Phylix

    Stomping through the woods at a good clip, you could already feel your body starting to protest and beg you to slow down. The uniform you wore was starting to chafe in uncomfortable places as you've been forced to sleep in it nightly along with these long walks. Once wrinkle free and immaculate to depict an example of the perfection and status personal could achieve as ranking officers, your uniform was now soiled with sweat, dirt, plant matter, and other sorts of matter you'd rather not think about. What you wouldn't give to visit your quarters and change into one of your spares, or to find a laundro facility on this world and then take a warm relaxing shower.

    You knew from being on the bridge at the time the riot began that you were passing through the Sol System, one of several designated Primitive Isolation Zones scattered throughout Authorized space. It's for that reason you at least knew there were technologically proficient sapients on this planet, but you were left unaware regarding their specifics. Some form of biped is all you could be confident about, which meant little considering that bipeds made up 83% of all Authorized Sophant Species.

    Hunger pains gnawed at your focus, but you continued to instead latch onto your march and the mission at hand. The ship may have fallen for now, but that didn't change the fact you still felt responsible for the safety of your crewmates and the inmates you watched over. Finding and bringing and making sure they weren’t in danger was your primary concern. One that was made all the more frustrating when you've yet to encounter a single soul on this goddess forsaken stupid little mudball of a-

    Your internal tirade is cut short by a cloud of dust and debris washing over you, drawing your attention towards an explosion a short distance to your left. More wreckage of the ship, you'd suspect. Once the pained cries echoing from that direction reach your ears, instinct and duty kicks in to goad you into action.

    -
    Cher'Shar

    While you wouldn't exactly call your situation ideal, the optimistic part of you helpfully reminded that things could be much much worse. A shame that the side of you that was more welcoming of the modern comforts of Authorized society severely outweighed the former. Seriously, things haven't been this awful since your captain felt the need to give you a survival lesson of her own. Which amounted to strapping you into a spacesuit and tugging you behind her ship just outside of teleportation range.

    It at the very least taught you to think twice before pilfering the encrusted marriage bands she wore on her wrists again. Yet you'd still much rather spend a couple more days out in a vacuum then be stranded on the backend of nowhere. At least those small furry creatures that scurried all over these trees proved to be edible, but you were having some second thoughts about having them raw. You'll probably be fine. Hasn't killed you yet at least.

    Appearing on the top branch of another tall tree in the flash of light, you decide to take a moment to look around the treeline. It's been awhile since you've seen anything that even remotely spoke of civilisation, encountering nothing but trees, grass, ponds, streams, and weird possibly edible creatures. You did see a chunk of hull at one point though, but there was nothing exciting about it besides it's own existence.

    Something unexpected brings things back into focus. From your vantage point, you're able to make out the faint traces of smoke starting to rise out from a clearing in the distance. The way the trees look seems to indicate that clearing wasn't there a week ago. It might be worth it to investigate just what was going on over there.

    -
    Griklik

    There was a point where you were one of the most respected members of your race in the entire galaxy. The Authority always had it's share of upstart races seeking to carve bloody empires, but few had been as violent and humiliatingly defeated as the Beheld Imperium. An empire existing on the galactic scale from 88,240 to only 88, 242. Yet in that short span of time dozens of worlds burned, billions were slaughtered or subjugated, and once the Authorized Naval Forces recovered from the shock and got their act together the Beholder race was almost entirely wiped out. Last you checked, your species currently numbered only in the millions.

    Yet you achieved something very few of your species ever did, a commanding rank on one of the galaxy's largest penal-transport vessels. True, with regards to the greater military command structure as a whole this meant little, but it was a position you treasured and took seriously nonetheless. With Redemption's fal however, you can kiss that position goodbye. No doubt your name was being dragged through the mud on news networks across Authorized space this very second.

    Quietly levitating the last chunk of your Universal Ration into your mouth while discarding its foil packaging, you thought back to the hours leading up to the crash. Word of an unexpected riot, prisoners finding their ways into the engineering bays. Hundreds of your men and the civilian crew were slaughtered by the time someone had the brilliant idea to send your beautiful ship on a nosedive straight into a Protected zone. Good luck trying to keep the locales in the dark regarding this mess. Nothing at all like the incident on this planet a century prior which you recall reading about in the academy.

    A part of you doesn't even feel fit to wear the embellished blue sash worn across your body identifying you as a high ranking commander in the Authorized Forces.

    Self-degradation would have to wait however, as an explosion sends a shockwave through the air around you while stripping several trees of their leaves. The muffled cries for help trigger a sense of duty and determination inside you. You should go and survey the situation firsthand.
    Last edited by Doctor Malsyn; 7th August 2018, 04:34 PM.
    I'm obviously a doctor of literature.

  • #2
    Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

    Ashani
    HP: 1
    Status: Hungrily Curious
    ---

    So far this had been a very good week.

    When she first left the wreckage, Ashani had gorged herself on the native wildlife. There were so many strange, cute, and even beautiful creatures here, and they were all so delicious!

    She had spent the days leading a feral existence not just eating, but exploring this alien forest and everything it had to offer. She even managed to find a spring she could bathe in and drink from, and at night she would sleep in the trees, where she enjoyed the cool, gentle breeze on her skin, the clean crisp air, the rustling leaves around her, and the dying squirms of her food.

    As she moves through the forest, she's hoping that the Authority never comes for her and that she can stay forever on this wonderful planet. Her train of thought is disrupted when a blast of wind knocks her back into a tree. Unfazed by the impact, Ashani looks up at the smoke with her cold, unblinking eyes and, upon hearing a faint cry of pain, her gaze shift to its source. She's still for a moment as the tendrils on her head dance with anticipation. Then, she descends onto the ground in one fluid motion, and slither along the forest floor with her whole body towards the disturbance. As she make her approach, she starts looking around for her potential prey while slinking behind trees, rocks, and undergrowth so as to not spook it.

    ---
    OOC;
    Stealth: 1D20+12 = [13]+12 = 25
    Perception: 1D20+6 = [4]+6 = 10
    Last edited by Sriseru; 12th September 2017, 11:33 PM.

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    • #3
      Overseer Griklik

      Status: The shame!
      HP: 1

      The shame! The shame would know no bound. But that could wait. "I'm still alive, I can breath the atmosphere. Things could be worst, we could have crushed in this mudball's moon. THAT would have been a complete disaster." The overseer thought to himself. Would it be worth it to keep calling himself "Overseer"? What was he overseeing now anyways?
      Griklik pondered those details as me munched on the rations. As his central eye played with the wrapping, turning it into different forms, the other eye stalks surveyed his surroundings. One of them looked down at the piece of cloth he once was so proud of. Now it meant nothing. His species had no external organ that produced shame, as many of the other space travelling species seemed to have. Beholders are sexless, exchanging genes before binary fission by means of body wall fusion. So he had actually no use for it. His body was an orb of worthless meat covered in chitinous shields that had no right to use the authority band. But anyways, who could tell him not to wear it? Besides there were rational benefits to it. Underlings would recognize it, prisoners would fear it. Prisoners ... He needed to make those filthy rats pay for his humiliation! He had to capture them all and bring them back under his never faltering gaze. As he had his total dominion delusion, an explosion nearby shook him out of his own thoughts.
      Interesting.
      He lazily floated towards the explosion site, all eyes on guard.
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      • #4
        Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

        Cher'Shar
        HP: 1
        Status: Curious

        The past several days had been a mixed blessing. Released from the bounds of his cage, it was great to he a free being again, if only it had been somewhere with a bar.
        Whoever had planned the revolt had clearly been an idiot, given the end result, but he had to thank whoever had released the cells locks. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to zap himself out of the crashing vessel at the last moment. The occasional fragment of the Authority vessel was a clear reminder that others hadn't been so lucky. He wasn't even sure if anyone else had survived.

        At least whatever corner of the galaxy he had found himself stranded in had wildlife that neither teleported nor took a lightning bolt very well, which make hunting fairly easy. Perhaps not the tastiest fair, but he eaten worst on a bet.

        The sign of smoke caught his notice. Could be another still smoldering piece of wreckage, or a camp of survivors. Could be the natives, if this planet even had them. Curiosity drew him closer, zapping from tree to tree on his approach with the soft crackle of electricity. As he drew closer however he proceeded with caution. If it was survivors, he had to be careful. Some of the folk onboard the ship were unpleasant characters indeed, then there were the prisoners to consider... never the less, after being alone for several days, the thought of any company, and a fire was enticing.

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        • #5
          Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

          Diona X'Phylix

          HP: 2
          Status: Fatigued

          Diona pushed forward, despite the weakness in her limbs. She was painfully aware that she was starving on a strange, primitive world. Without access to the Redemption's sophisticated scanning suite, she would have to wait until she was truly desperate to begin sampling flora at random in the search for something edible and compatible with Nidonian genetics.

          She leaned against a large tree, her head reclining back in exasperation and exhaustion as everything began to ache. Security First Officer Diona X'Phylix was miserable. She was filthy. Her uniform was dingy, spattered with mud, grass stains, and other mementos of her week long nature 'hike.'

          She took another long breath and buried her face in her hands. Diona hadn't been able to find anyone else – and she couldn't hide from her memories of what happened either.

          7 Cycles Earlier

          The bridge of the Redemption was abuzz with activity as the Nidonian security commander stepped aboard. As a minor officer she wasn't announced, but her presence was noted by the flight crew. It was customary during shift changes that the officers would meet aboard the bridge and give report before being relieved of duty.

          The rigid scheduling was something that Diona enjoyed – as often was the case, she was an hour early to the start of her term as Security Prima, a rotation of security commanders that ensured that one was always available should a crisis arrive. Immediate, unified response was the goal, and the crew of the Redemption was one that Commander X'Phylix trusted to serve that purpose.

          The Nidonian turned her head slightly as a member of the flight crew made his way over. It was every bit a part of the ritual and she had to stop herself from cracking just the slightest smile.

          “I take it Security Commander Portex hasn't seen you yet,” the auburn-skinned humanoid male smirked, “you know you're not supposed to be here for another hour...”

          ”I don't believe he's noticed yet, no. Not that I'd expected it – poor dear, it does seem to take all of his limited faculties, entirely focused, to complete the bare minimum required of a Security Commander,” At that, her lips cracked into a dark smile. Nidonian jaw structure was an interesting and expressive bit of anatomy. Her upper lip exhibited the remnant of a vestigial mandible – appearing one solid piece for the most part, but separating at a hairline crease in the center. Her lower jaw was much closer to the standard – causing her mouth to open in a triangle shape. Diona's upper lips clicked to emphasize her words. Clk..If I were he, and cognizant...Clk of my own ingrained faults, I would be incredibly grateful that my colleagues take such interest in my continued success...” She turned her orange-hued eyes towards the pilot, finally regarding his presence with her attention. ”How has the shift been treating you, Ensign Coran?”

          “Fine – a bit boring, actually... Sol system star-traffic is usually light – only one B-Class habitable planet -”

          ”Sol 3? Yes – I've read the sector highlights.” The Nidonian sighed. ”You do make it incredibly difficult to actually make me want to continue indulging you with small talk, you know.”

          Coran grimaced, his arms folding across his chest as his violet, rectangular pupils flashed. “I'm sorry that my life bores you, Security Commander.”

          ”Apology accepted, Ensign.” She replied in a dry monotone.

          Coran rolled his eyes, a flustered breath escaping his lips. “Don't you ever turn off?” he asked, much quieter.

          ”Turn what off, Ensign?” Diona replied, coyly.

          Coran couldn't get the words out – his hand brushing thorough his dark brown hair – he was completely caught off guard at the approach of the Security Prima, Commander Portex.

          “We have discussed this!” Portex rattled through the baleen hanging down from his upper lip. A mass of tendrils beneath his chin had been tied into a neat 'beard.'

          ”We have.. Clk,” the Nidonian agreed without hesitation.

          “We are to share this bridge only when we are engaged in report!” Portex continued to spell out what Diona was already aware of.

          ”If it you didn't leave such a mess for me at the beginning of each shift – I'd be more apt to take that suggestion, Commander.”

          “S-suggestion? It is not a suggestion! It is a direct command from the Overseer himself! One that you are directly violating by continuing to subvert my authority!” Portex's raspy growl dropped into a harsh whisper, noticing Coran still standing at attention, he adds - “Ensign, return to your post...”

          ”You may ignore that order, Ensign.”

          Coran's eyes widened slightly as he turned from Portex to Diona.

          “This is precisely what I'm talking about!” seethed Portex – his beard tendrils twitching with his anger.

          ”You know as well as I that Security personnel have no authority on flight crew. If need by, I can ask Flight Commander Tannik to come weigh in on this potential..Clk...overreach by Security staff.” Diona quirked a brow and shook her head, almost sadly. ”Though you should ask yourself, Commander Portex, if my mere presence is enough to undermine your authority... Clk...perhaps you don't command any...”

          Portex froze, even as rage burned behind his eyes – he might have been able to come up with a retort – but it wasn't worth it. Instead, he stepped away. Perhaps to save face – perhaps to come up with another way to come after Diona – she didn't care either way.

          A triumphant smile flashed briefly across the tri-corners of her mouth – until the whole bridge shuddered under her feet. As the emergency lighting kicked in – Coran was already running over to his station – leaving Diona to brace herself against one of the railings that lined the Bridge.

          She wasn't a pilot, she wasn't an engineer – but she could read Portex's face as he overlooked the prisoner manifest.

          Oh, Goddess, what happened?

          Now...

          At first she thought it was an illusion – her isolation and the pangs of hunger having gotten to her. Ever since she'd pulled herself from the escape pod in the middle of the untamed wilds of this world – she had been hoping beyond hope to hear someone. Something. Even Portex would have been favorable to dying slowly in solitude. And so when she heard the cries for help – the sounds of the wounded – well – she wasn't sure if she believed it. But weighing her options – she would rather walk towards a mirage – then take the chance of missing her chance to find someone – anyone that could be of use in getting off this pre-spaceflight world. She needed a pilot. She needed an engineer. What she didn't need is another moment of concentrating on the growing pit in her stomach.

          Perhaps her hunger was clouding her mind, perhaps she simply didn't feel the need for it – but she approaches quickly – her first priority speed and not stealth.

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          • #6
            Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

            Xarvalis
            HP: 2
            Status: Fatigued and maybe a bit delirious
            ---

            Xarvalis prided himself on impeccable logic, but all that was out the window now.

            Logic dictated that an explosion, and blood, probably meant danger. Probably didn't mean other survivors. Really probably didn't mean the presence of precious, precious unused Universal Rations packs. And yet, he noticed somewhere in his haze of thoughts, he was crawling towards the explosion sound. Not even bothering to be stealthy. He could come up with no justification for this breach of logic.

            "Well, you're surely in a splorch now, old chum," he muttered under his breath.

            A sound over his shoulder, a breaking stick, gave him a momentary rush of adrenaline sufficient to get him to move at more than a dreary crawl; he sat upright on his hind legs, eyes rolled back in their sockets to see directly behind him.

            It was some little mammal, several times smaller even than Xarvalis himself. Nothing dangerous. So why had he been utterly convinced, for a moment, that it would be Vira, creeping up on him to attack him?

            He shook his head to clear it, but it didn't work. Oh well. Back on all fours, he crept again towards the smell of blood.

            ---
            OOC;
            Perception: 1D20+2 = [6]+2 = 8
            Stealth: 1D20+4 = [2]+4 = 6
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            • #7
              Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

              Was hoping to get Evolution and CitizenStalwart to roll for me, but I'll do it in their stead this time.
              Dinoa: 2 Ouch.
              Griklik: 19 Not too terrible.
              As you all start making it to the smoke, some of you trying to keep a low profile, the most outwardly apparent object of interest is the smoldering chunks of scrap that litter what was once a heavily forrest area. Snapped trees and other charcoaled remains are readily apparent. Chunks of metal seeme dto have recently embbeded themselves into treeline at various introvels. Within the recently formed clearing's center is what appears to have been a very small part of Redemption's engine, still smoking from the recent explosion.

              Cher'Shar and Griklik can hear muffled cries of pain as well as a smattering of blue blood around a the largest chunk blasted from the engine piece, indicating that whoever's under it is still alive but heavily injurred.

              Griklik can also spot the telltale grey of a prisoner's uniform hanging off in the treeline, being worn but what you believe to be a bespectacled Saurian covered in orange scales, a pipe in his lips. Ashani and Cher'Shar can also see this alien, but feel confident that they are hidden. Diona is only able to spy her overseer, who like her made no attempts to approach stealthily.
              I'm obviously a doctor of literature.

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              • #8
                Overseer Griklik

                Status: Overseeing
                HP: 1

                Beholders are known to use everything and anything to their advantage, and approach every situation with outmost preparation. That is why when the overseer spotted the prisoner, his blue eye, the one in the right, opened wide, and with a subtle hue of blue, Griklik was gone. Invisible, the overseer floated up above the tree line. His psionic eye, the yellow one on the left glows as a barrier of yellow force begins to grow from the ground up, encircling the engine remains and Diona inside a dome.
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                • #9
                  Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                  Diona X'Phylix
                  HP: 2
                  Status: Fatigued

                  7 Cycles Earlier

                  "Diona! We have to keep moving!" Coran shouted and fired a few potent, electric green blasts of energy down the hall from his sidearm. The right sleeve of his uniform was ragged and torn, his vermillion blood turning the flight crew blues oil-slick black. The Nidonian was hesitating, her heart pounding its chaotic rhythm behind her chitonous breastplate. Each shudder and micro rupture of the gravitational field as it entered Sol 3's orbit could be felt on the metal floor grating, even through her heavy, regulation boots.

                  The Redemption was crashing. Those damnable horses of idiot prisoners actually managed to do it. They secured their freedom. Diona's eyes narrowed. Well then, they were all free enough to die on some insignificant backwater. She didn't like that they were running. Nor did she enjoy the loss of control - something she had cultivated in her service aboard the prison ship. But that was all gone now... replaced by chaos and death. If that's really what they wanted... she'd be obliged to play along.

                  Diona took a step away from Coran, her anger-tinged eyes glowing with a severe gold luster. Coran responded quickly, grabbing her shoulder with his good arm to stop her.

                  "Let me go!" she hissed at the young man, struggling to pull herself free from his desperate grip. "They're my responsibility!!" her voice broke as she pleaded with the ensign.

                  "Im not going to let you kill yourself, Diona!" Coran cried out in pain as he strained to pull her back - just far enough that he could use his elbow to smash through the glass and drop down the emergency blast shield doors from the ceiling. They fell with a deafening crack, heavy and solid, their impact shaking the walls around them before several analog hydraulic locks banged along the frame, out of sight, sealing the entryway.

                  Diona had been pulled back against Coran's chest. Her own rising and falling with the sharp intakes of her breath. She pushed herself hard against the Ensign, sending him staggering back into the wall with a grunt. She span to face him, the upper split of her otherwise full, beautiful lips flared with her anger, her eyes blazing with bright golden light as she grabbed the man by his throat and squeezed.

                  "Never invalidate my choices again..." she hissed sharply through her clenched teeth, and might have even released her Agony Beam upon him has it not been for the sharp listing of the ship, followed by the loud groan of metal twisting beyond its structural capacity. She released him, her eyes dulling to normal. A dark frown played over her lips. "I-" she paused and looked down the hallway, avoiding his searching gaze and the guilt-inspiring way he was rubbing his throat. "Clk...How much further to the escape pods?"

                  "Not far.." Coran muttered and shouldered his way past Diona. "Couple floors down... as long as artificial grav holds. It shouldn't be too hard to make our way down using the maintenance chutes. Should be a dozen escpape pods down there...part of the Redemption before the redesign...back when they housed facilities in the hall adjacent. Each one's got rations and reentry capability. All that won't help us if we run into another pack of convicts."

                  Diona followed Coran as he spoke and led them to a hatch in the sidewall. He tucked his blasted into the waistband of his pants as Diona, who still had use of both her arms opened the hatch with a pull of lever.

                  "We could have done more for them." Diona looked mournfully back towards the blast shield door. She couldn't tell if she was imagining it or not, but she thought she heard the faint pleas of trapped sapients, banging against the wall of unyielding metal. She thought she heard them begging for their lives.

                  Coran shook his head. "The prisoners started this, Diona... we're just caught up in the chaos they created."

                  "Not all of them." The security commander answered resolutely. "I'll go first. Try not to bleed on me."

                  Coran snickered, but the full throbbing pain in his right arm ruined any since of mirth he might have felt. "Okay... nn... do you want to take the gun?"

                  Commander X'Phylix blinked in sudden apprehension at the mere suggestion that she hold onto the firearm.

                  "R-right, Nidonian... I'll cover you." Coran replied quietly. As the security commander pulled herself into the side hatch he couldn't help but remind her. "We're going to make it out of this Diona... escape pod down to Sol 3... once we're there - I'll configure the pod to send out a subspace distesss beacon. Try to find any other survivors and wait for a pick up."

                  "By the Goddess, I hope Clk you're right, Coran..." Diona responded quietly and skittered with an insects unnatural grace onto the rungs of the escape hatch ladder. As she descended she thought she heard Coran say -

                  "Of course I'm right... what else could go wrong?"

                  Now...

                  Diona all but staggered out into the clearing, her legs heavy and her eyes wide. As soon as she saw that spherical, eye-stalked, sash wearing sight... she allowed an idiot grin to sweep over her features. The Overseer! He survived! Of course he did - the shrewd, powerful Warden of the Redemption was one of the most resourceful and tactical minded sapients that she had ever met. The pieces of the engine, the blue blood... these were all secondary concerns as she started to move in his direction - he'd have a plan... for certain. But no sooner had she noticed her direct superior, than did he vanish from sight - she had thought that perhaps he had some facility at teleportation, but when that light struck down over her, causing a force field to arise she knew that he had camouflaged himself. Was he expecting trouble? Diona couldn't see a damn thing through her bleary eyes, but the protective barrier was welcome - perhaps the Overseer merely wanted her to investigate the wounded party in safety - then again, the Overseer might be attempting to contain another explosion... if that were the case, she would have to pray to the great Brood Mother that her exoskeleton could survive the full brunt of an enclosed blast.

                  Still, the wounded person's cries of pain drew her curiously closer, her eyes already glowing with a golden luster as she investigates the sounds.

                  "This is Sec Com X'Phylix, authority code 447D-11C5 - I'm coming around the corner - please ensure your safety and my own by relinquishing all weapons and keeping manipulator limbs where they are clearly visible... if you are injured, your injuries will be assessed and treatment rendered.". It was like she was reading directly from the Sec Com handbook, prim, proper, in command. Even though she was still caked in mud and leaves, she still had a job to do - and The Overseer was watching..

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                  • #10
                    Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                    Xarvalis
                    HP: 2
                    Status: Fatigued
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                    Xarvalis sat upright on his hind legs, lucidity washing over his thoughts in a wave. Another survivor!! And one he recognized, no less!! A guard, that was perhaps unfortunate, but at least he was not the only civilized being on this mudball!

                    He hurriedly stuffed his glasses into his uniform and drew out his pipe instead, shoving it into his mouth, and approached the Nidonian as she addressed the chunk of Redemption's engine. He didn't bother to listen to her words, which were obviously not meant for him.

                    "Why hello, there, darling," he began. "What have you -- oh right, the blood."

                    His conscience slightly pricked, he started to step forward to help Diona pull pieces of the wreckage off of whatever or whomever was underneath, but stopped when his pipe fell out of his mouth, deflected by some sort of yellow energy field that was between him and the Sec Com.

                    "What the bloody hell ...?" he said, looking around for what was causing the field. It shouldn't be projected from the wreckage, he knew enough about engineering to know that -- at least when he could see the wreckage was in shambles, unlikely to do anything but collapse or explode some more.

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                    OOC;
                    Let me know if/when I should make another Perception check. I don't suppose Griklik has a strong enough scent for Xarvalis to smell his presence?

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                    • #11
                      Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                      For the moment, I'm going to let Griklik's order of use regarding his abilities pass as is, but I want you to keep in mind that as they're an array you can't generally use one along side the other as he did.


                      The inmates investigating the explosion sight all clearly spy the Overseer vanish from sight, though Xarvalis can still catch a whiff of his unique scent as the beholder ascends. The psionic force-field he conjures is quick to envelop the area, keeping them from physically entering without force. Though Che'Shar feels he could easily bypass the wall without issue, the question there remains is should he even bother?

                      The pained noise from under the metal plate becomes more distinct once Diona approaches, mostly in a language unfamiliar to her with scattered curses and pleas in Basic. The debris appears to be a large slab of plating, several inches thick and perhaps ten feet in length. It's edges are warped and shattered, scorching turning the metal a dark sooty black. There's a crack in the center, but she's not able to see inside it very clearly.

                      Now close enough to examine it properly she can spy what seems to be the splayed dark red carapaced legs of a large creature under the slab. They are exposed, the being underneath having either discarded part of their uniform or they their suit never covered their legs to begin with. All but one move frantically in a desperate attempt to scurry away from the metal, splashing the creature's dark blue blood into a pool that continues to grow. One leg is bend back at a sickening angle, and remains completely still, obviously broken. For a moment Diona catches something slither out to grab hold of the metal, but it reels back in pain from the scolding heat.

                      Hearing her voice, the trapped alien tries to respond with a deep voice. "I'm- hack Ikkilo... Sax. Ikkilo Sax!"[/b] He pauses, and there's a grunt of pain as he continues to struggle under the plating. "P... Prisoner ID two- Shaka teh! -ID Two four nine... zero zero five... Please, I can't- I can't breath! It's crushing my lungs!" He pleads, before starting to cough violently.
                      I'm obviously a doctor of literature.

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                      • #12
                        Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                        Cher’Shar
                        HP: 1
                        Status: Conflicted

                        An officer of the Redemption and the Overseer. Not his first choice of company, but at least he knew Diona X’Phylix was respectable, professional even. If nothing else Cher’Shar could respect professionalism, regardless of the actual profession.

                        The other prisoner he spotted seemed harmless enough, though someone seemed to feel the need to take precautions as an energy field rose around Diona following the Overseer pulling a disappearing act. Neat trick.

                        He considered moving on, in the hope of avoiding an awkward situation that would end with the present company trying to clap him in cuffs. Then he saw the blood, and heard the pleas for help from beneath the debris. Cher had been a lot of things in his life, but he had never been heartless. The Overseer was nowhere to be seen and X’Phylix was busy reading the poor guy his rights. He doubted the Officer could move the offending material safely as it was.

                        What the hell. Save was rarely fun anyway right? Besides, he was fairly confident he could make hasty get away if they decided to get ugly.

                        He took a second to smooth over the fur between his eyes, then with a flash and a soft crackle of energy, Cher materialized behind the Nidorian inside the barrier. He appeared cross legged on the ground, in the hopes he might come off as non-threatening.
                        ”You are looking as stunning as ever Officer X’Phylix, but I think the poor guy could do with a little more initiative ‘ay?”

                        Raising a palm from his sitting position towards the metal debris.
                        ”Heads up.” There was a subtle crackle of static in the air as he magnetized the engine fragment, causing it to levitate off the trapped inmate.

                        ”Care to give him a hand love?”
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                          Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                          Cher'Shar's electro-magnetism finds some resistance as he wills the slab to be removed, indicating it to some sort of alloy he's faintly familiar with. He would recognize it to be a type of material used to help shield from the radioactivity of an active sub-light engine, and not as fully metallic as it would first appear. Still very heavy and durable, with a tendency to shatter and fragment under extreme force. But regardless of it's properties, the semi-metallic material eventually reacts much the same as it lifts up to remove a truly gruesome sight.

                          His entire body is composed of a torso, a head, and four legs. Blue blood leaks from splits all along his carapace, and pools in large quantities from where a large sliver of shielding is pieced through the uniform in his chest. He has a strange, skeletal looking nose piece that connects with a bony fin dividing his face in two, one half of which is partially smashed in and bleeding. You also notice he has two floppy ears that hang from either side of his head. While the two close to him are not overly familiar with his species, but they've seen them enough to at least know they're referred to as Scoltri.

                          He coughs again, spraying more blood. Two large tongues slither out of his mouth, and he uses them to try and sit himself up. With a cry of pain however he flops back onto the dirt and his slithery appendages retract back into his mouth. "It's still hard to breath... Why can't I..." He gasps, breath coming out in a shudder.
                          I'm obviously a doctor of literature.

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                          • #14
                            Re: Xenoforce: Welcome to Earth.

                            Ashani
                            HP: 1
                            Status: Hungrily Curious
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                            Ashani is happy to see that Diona survived - even though she is the commanding officer of security, she is pretty alright. However, she is less happy about not having found the trapped sophont first.
                            The warden is also here, but then he suddenly disappear. Maybe he teleported or maybe he became invisible - the Sthyss isn't sure of which.

                            Then, she spot the little orange saurian in a prison uniform and she finds herself unable to look away. Her head-tendrils flicker in anticipation before pressing themselves against the back of her head so as to not attract any attention. Ashani then carefully stalk the saurian through the underbrush. When he start to look around after walking into the yellow barrier that unexpectedly materialized before him, she leaves the underbrush to make her approach.

                            Out in the open, Ashani can tell that the little saurian has spotted her. As she slither towards him, her head-tendrils begin to dance in excitement, and her lips part - turning her reptilian smile into a toothy grin.

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                            • #15
                              Overseer Griklik

                              Status: Overseeing
                              HP: 1

                              A lot of thing had happened in so few seconds. One week stranded in this planet alone and now all the sudden one of his most trusted underlings and three prisoners show up.
                              Griklik's analytical and edietic brain provided him with his past memories and data from the computer database on each prisoner.
                              The intruder into his psyonic barrier was prisoner 732487, Cher’Shar. The pirate raised strange alien was a sight to be seen, with all eyes. Truthfully he himself had only seen this specimen of its kind in his 400 years of life. As an Overseer, Griklik had to supervise the construction of a new cell containment unit for this little thief. He remembered it as an annoyance, but one that gave him an edge: He knew the slippery pirate couldn't teleport out of electrical isolating materials. The data log of the ship also recorded him as cooperative with the guards and generally easy going. Good, he would be easily managed. Hopefully.
                              The next creature was the saurian Xarvalis, prisoner 120987. According to the data available, he was a technological prodigy, using his talents to pull out virtual robberies. Minor things in the galactic scale of criminality, but that was about it. The biodata on his species listed a potent form of venom, so it would be convenient to stay clear of it. Griklik doubted he would use it, lofty as this particular specimen is, but better safe than sorry. Still this one also behaved pretty much as an ideal prisoner, the overseer thought he could also be easily coherced into cooperation.
                              "Good, two easy targets. Now the last one... she is trouble. I recall loosing a guard or two to her. It seem to be unresponsive to punishment... Hmm" Griklik had an inner monologue as he considered how to best work against the primal inmate 875541. Force might be necessary, and there was also Diona X'Phylix. She hadn't earned the moniker Subjugator for no reason. Griklik knew he could count with her unconditional support. She was already obeying him unconsciously. Either she understood his plan of isolating her from the potentially dangerous criminals to be able to inspect the carnage first, of her instincts told her it was the right thing to do. Either way she was in sync. Good. He needed the manpower.
                              He positioned above Cher’Shar, his round shadow growing as he descended from above, each eye fixed on a different prisoner.
                              "This is your Overseer. Prisioner 732487, 120987 and 875541 will comply with emergency protocols, rendering your actions to my command. Failing to do so will identify you as part of the rebellious prisoner group, which caused the crash and destruction of Redemption. Death penalty applies to all rebellious prisoner under emergency protocols." he announced in the monotone that characterized him. All were too familiar with Griklik's voice over the ship's intercoms.
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