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Vergo Flux (SC RP); It's a working title
Topic Started: Jul 1 2011, 02:28 PM (8,284 Views)
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Agent - Lenna! - and Ghelm were onlookers of the rest of the battle that occurred within the hanger. The two of them had barely made it to safety when they bore witness to the spontaneous bonfire that alien terran woman started. Almost immediately the fight had ended, with the only short-lived survivors being the hardy Roaches, as they had were aptly called.

It was a quite a sight, even for a conditioned telepath, adding to the sensation that these people were, while Terran, otherworldly. But as the situation unfolded before them, Lenna's expression quickly became that of a cold indifference that, to Ghelm, found shocking. Their captain had been severely wounded and incapacitated, and it wasn't hard to tell how much of an impact it had on everyone else here. Ghelm was at least sorry for them, but Lenna...it was like it didn't even happen. She just...stood there, observing, analyzing.

The whole thing was scary, actually. This woman was telepathic; she should be able to – she was – sensing everyone's thoughts, yet it all meant...nothing to her. Only looking for a way to get out of this place was did. Why? How? What had the government done to her – to these kind of people - to make her so much like...this? He recalled that brain panning was involved, yes, but...that alone shouldn't make them into machines, should it?

His brow furrowed in thought, and in the back of his mind came a voice, Broken. She's broken, it went. Broken into something...meaningless.

Yeah, he thought back. I saw that – she saw that. He paused. No, I – I felt it – felt it like I could almost 'picture' it. But not in anyway he could describe. What a strange occurrence, he thought.

And that 'picture' hung in the back of his mind with a nagging sensation; like...that damage was a part of him. He wanted to fix it.

His train of thought perished as soon as the claxon announced a jump, and the two of them were greeted by friendly, empty space. Away from the Zerg; away from immediate danger. Knowing this, Ghelm leaned his back against the bulkhead and gradually slid down, giving out a relieved and exasperated sigh.

“Are - are you alright?”

Ghelm blinked. Lenna blinked back in equal confusion at both what she had just said, and suddenly felt.

Ghelm blinked once more. “Oh uhhh, let's see,” he actually replied, “Chased by zerglings, surrounded by blood thirsty Protoss, and oh, my favorite, watching you murder my defenseless crew mates. Yeah, I think that defines me as 'fine.'”

Despite her steely laced demeanor, Lenna phased noticeably at the mention of the word 'murder', and turned her back to him in...guilt? Justification? Both? He wasn't sure, but he could tell her thoughts were suddenly a whirl; he could 'see' it almost it. Not sense, but 'see', like they had a tangible pattern; or maybe his imagination was getting the better of him again. He didn't know.

Either way, it wasn't hard to tell that she was, in part, trying to figure out what next to do. That, and a brunette was giving her a suspicious eye.
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Although Jenosa was quite pumped to go on a torching spree with the invading patches of 'Zerg', as soon she heard the cadet's description of the unsettling situation in the med bay, alarm bells began to ring inside her head. Her expression changed changed immediately from angrily enthusiastic to deeply concerned.

A sudden blackout in communications was a bad sign. And she knew from past 'experiences' that it could be really bad.

“Sorry Travis,” she replied, insistently, “but tricky stuff has my name all over. And yours. C'mon,” she winked slyly, not letting her mood bring the rest of her good nature down, “you're not the only one who's gone in blind. And against big uglies for that matter.”

The red head was quick to pick her own assortment of munitions, including the heavy hitting Callahan Mark IV for heavily armored critters. She herself was going to went for some utility on the side, although to be fair, her suit had all the 'utility' she needed.

Even so, she wasn't going to fool around. This whole 'job' had taken a heavy tole on Voree and her crew, and having been the one who had gotten them all together, she felt partially responsible for the mess they were in. There had been signs; the science research, strange energy; and they could have avoided this if she had payed attention, and not let the idea of money blind her again.

She'd would make up for it; she'd silently promise Voree that she'd make up for this. Like she had before all those years back, in another time and place.

Coming up to the med bay with Travis, she already got the apprehension things were about to get ugly; especially after the injured man's talk. Unlike the others, Jenosa had gotten to know quite a bit of Claymore's crew, having actually spent some time on the ship when Voree, still as a stranger, had 'helped' her. In general, the crew were like her; free rooming and independent, yet clinging to, at the moment, some moral decency.

It gave her all the more reason to clean up this mess.

As they made their way through the med bay, Jenosa grimaced at the details of the assault; and how it reminded her of 'that place and time.' And unlike Travis, she felt a gut wrenching feeling at what had happened, and what the injured cadet meant. Everything about this, from the strange, acidic biomass to the attack and the size of the hole in the elevator, she reacted to as though she had seen it before.

She gripped Travis by the shoulder as they were bearing to move forward. She looked at him darkly, “Brace yourself Travis. I get the feeling your about to see something that will turn you inside out.”
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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It was almost unbearably dark at the bottom of the elevator shaft, and it didn't help that at the bottom of it, Travis and Jenosa found another giant hole breaking off into the bowels of the ship; likely elsewhere into the morgue.

For a bunch of creatures who attacked with such savage and alien biology, the Zerg almost seemed to have a sinister intellect to them; it's like as if whatever did this had chosen to infiltrate via the elevator shaft because it was easier.

Which, given the bestial nature of the zerg thus far, made absolutely no sense at all.

So why was it that Jenosa's words seemed to ring clear and true in his mind?

"Yeah..." Travis only have a brief and low-volume reply, his eyes scanning the darkened elevator lobby. The lights from his suit and their weapons was all that cut through the gloom; there wasn't even reserve lights on down here, although the doors appeared active.

Needless to say, it was very, -very- dark for both he and Jenosa, regardless of who had what modifications to their DNA or whatever. Travis doubted that even with Jenosa's special circumstances she could see well at all.

Warily and wordlessly, Travis lead the exploration into the deep and consuming darkness; he was glad that Jenosa had decided to come down here with him in a way, exploring desolate places filled with death was uneasy even for those like him who had seen it dozens of times. It was never easier, and if anything the involvement of the zerg made it more complicated.

Passing through the halls, however, Travis made a very strange discovery; the slimy discharge from the floor above had suddenly resumed somewhere in the darkness, and broken doors lay smashed everywhere leading into the various chambers of the morgue. Given the nature of the Claymore, it was likely the bodies all laid there pristine and preserved as the day the crew members in question had given up their souls... and ordinarily, that was irrelevant.

"Jenosa... all the bodies, the crew; there's no bodies here. None." Travis was wary and admittedly a bit wary now; and with good reason! Corpses didn't just get up themselves and walk away, and they certainly didn't suddenly rise from months of preservation.

It became even more unsettling when they found yet another gaping hole towards the central morgue leading into the ship's bowels.

"What the hell is going on here...?" Travis shook his head.

And moments later, he immediately seemed to recieve his answer, as if right on queue.

A massive lengthy tentacle slithered out from the hole and sideswiped Jenosa into a wall before it coiled around Travis' ankle and yanked him down as he shouted in surprise. He struggled to control himself as the slimy appendage attempted to drag him further and further down into the darkness, likely to a terrible fate if he was brought all the way back to the other end. Gripping onto a wall with all his might using his left hand, Travis breathed in deep, aiming down the sights of the Fenris, and squeezed the trigger four times as his heart raced, two shots eventually connecting and severing the tentacle with considerable force before it could drag him down anymore!

Further down, however, Travis heard something that had to be considerably large roar in rage from being maimed; and whatever it was, it's roars were big enough that they could be heard throughout the morgue. He could also hear the sounds of multiple scratches through the walls as he scrambled to correct his balance and make his way up back into the central morgue.

The cacophony of unearthly growls, moans and gurgling coming from the walls didn't soothe his nerves at all, either.

As he climbed back out into the central morgue, he half-expected Jenosa to give him a dirty look, but at the moment he really didn't care so much as the hell-borne sounds heading towards both of them through the walls. To the far end of the chamber, a busted blast door gave way and what Travis saw made even a battle-hardened hunter like him give pause.

The first of the sounds was a man... or at least, what could be called a horridly mutated man or his remains. His eyes glowed yellow and with semi-savage ferocity like those of the smaller zerg they fought in the hangar.

At first, he stared at Jenosa and Travis lucidly, and then with wide-eyed horror he lunged forward; it was almost as if he wasn't controlling himself.

"KILL ME PLEASE!!!" He shouted over and over in a loud, warped and shrill voice, his horridly mutated body rendering him almost recognizable as a human.

"Oh my gosh..." Travis gasped underneath the helmet, having shoved the man back far enough and shooting him in the legs; he wasn't quite willing to shoot the man dead, not yet. Even as he begged and pleaded for Jenosa and he to kill him.

The red dots on the suit's radar kept increasing, as did the moans and growls; and what came after the mutated man was even worse. At first, it's spiky forelimbs hinted it was one of those tank-like acid spewing zerg from before, but as the creature roared and bellowed, it ducked into the chamber to reveal it was something much more grotesque and foul. In spite of the four spiked legs, the creature possessed what seemed to unmistakably be the upper body of a human; albeit monstrous and with the same glowing eyes as before. Travis could see even more behind it, and with much certainty, he only issued one command he truly hoped Jenosa would listen to:

"Run!"
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The deeper they went into the dark section, the more memories of that 'job' were dredged up in Jenosa's mind. And the uglier they got. To say that run was even remotely pretty was overstatement; every moment had been filled with slimy creatures, giant bugs, living spheres of burning energy and 'malfunctioning' observation drones trying to bite, spit, poison, crush, slice, burn and kill her in whatever way possible. And all of them swarming her as if guided by an unseen intelligence.

All the while maneuvering in environments, all on a single planet, that ranged from wrecked labs, stinking power plants to hot deserts and deep freezing mines. And each land being encroached by thick, blood red, dim glowing, alien bio-matter. The stuff was like combination between sludge and fungus, gradually growing as a carpet on floors, even clinging to beams and walls, and unnerving and difficult to walk through, even with armor. But most of all, dangerously infectious.

Every moment she had fought on that planet, alone, by herself, was not only against everything trying to kill her, but the same virus pulsing through her veins. Good times, accompanied by plenty of narrow misses, bruises and occasional double vision. Well, at least halfway through, before the gravity of what was really going on hit her like a ton of bricks.

Now, having seen the damage done to the walls, it was starting to look a lot like what she had seen in those labs. And in regards to Travis's remark about there being no corpses, she replied darkly, “Yup, peachy isn't it.”

And once they found more evidence of damage, she further quipped ominously to Travis concerned voice, “Trust me Travis, this is Halloween gone ugly and real. And I'm the woman her – uurfff.”

She was winded in mid speech by a thick alien tentacle slamming right into her abdomen. Thrown against the bulk head, Jenosa's combat reflexes she had honed over years of work kicked in. Adrenaline surged through her body like none other thanks to one of her gauntlet's functions – a function that had become a part of her reflex. The world in her eyes flashed into various shades of gray, and literally came to a slow crawl.

In short, Jenosa's reaction time was in overdrive. It brought her the precious seconds she needed to process what was going on and react to further incoming threats. In one quick breath, she was already violet energy bolts with her Gemini handgun, but for Jenosa it felt like half a minute had gone by. The burst of reaction speed was brief, though, as she wanted to conserve her gauntlet's energies; where the kind of fight could changed in seconds.

As the tentacle broke off from Travis, she heard the cacophony of growls approaching them, and her fears of what had happened to the people, alive and dead, on this section had been confirmed with a most disgusting sight to behold. A gut wrenching sensation of disgust and fury settled in upon her as she looked upon the tormented, badly mutated crew – some of which she had come to know quite well.

At least with the Scurge, their human victims were usually completely unrecognizable; most of the time. But this, though, this wasn't alien; it was just plain sadistic.

In the dark, her greens eye glimmered with cyan wrath, and her gauntlet glowed with the same color. And she looked just about ready to set everything on fire when Travis called to back out now. She hesitated for a moment, and her mind did a double back; she might have been filled with vengeance, but she wasn't an idiot, and she knew fighting in this kind of lighting was a bad idea.

As she raced alongside with Travis, she spoke with a fire in her voice, “Ooooh, I do hope you have a plan for divine mercy Travis, because I am NOT leaving those twisted crewman to rot as that horde?”
Edited by CEMP, Jun 20 2013, 08:35 PM.
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"Mercy!?" Travis weaved to the side as a pair of vicious clawed appendage screeched past his head; even though the shields would likely take the blow, Travis still avoided the blow. Shielding is meant to compensate for the inability to dodge, not to annul the concept altogether. The creature bellowed with it's perversely shaped mandibles, the barest hints and features indicating that this has once been a man's face. Its eyes glowed with a soft, eerie light in the darkness as Jenosa and Travis edged their way back out of the room.

Seconds seem to pass like minutes as Travis raised the Fenris and pulled the trigger as much as he could, unloading into the creature's alien hide. The few crew that still looked human enough to the two of them groaned in pain as the railed rounds tore the monstrosity leading the pack through the rest of the their mutant bretheren; those who didn't immediately die from their evisceration suffered terrible wounds, blood oozing out onto the floor.

"COME ON!" Travis shouted over the groaning din, allowing Jenosa to sprint up the corridor ahead of him while he peppered the advancing horde of mutants with Fenris rounds to keep them at bay.

What made it worse was the looks of suffering and agony some of the crew gave them as they shambled on; why did it feel less like watching an advancing wall of doom then watching a chain-gang of convicts being lead to their execution.

"Do it - Kill us... please...." One groaned as he managed to grasp Travis around the ankle. The shields shimmered around the armor, lighting up the corridor as Travis grimaced down.

For a moment, time seemed to slow as he met the glowing, jaundiced eyes of the victim. Whatever the zerg had done to him was from a human perspective one of the cruelest tortures imaginable. To be forced to do things you want no part in yet being fully aware...? What -are- the zerg?

While he would have spared the time otherwise to give the man a full apology for what he was about to do, Travis had neither the time nor the option to do so; the slowly advancing horde of victims and creatures was edging ever-closer.

Travis closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled... he had no other choice.

"I'm sorry."

Without another word, Travis extended his right arm and shot the man point-blank in the head with the wrist-cannon. Bits of mutated brain matter splattered all over the walls and slid down against his shields as they made contract with Travis' armor.

Quickly wrestling his ankle free of the body, Travis kicked the corpse down the hall and sprinted back as the creatures staggered from the impact of the thrown body.

They had to get out; they had to warn the others, isolate this to Med Block B; for goodness sakes, if something like this spread through the rest of the ship, the Claymore would be going dark in a matter of hours.

It really didn't matter how or why this had come about at the moment; what hit home for Travis was that it was actually happening.

(Is this what it was like for those poor people who were trapped on the BSL Station with the X...?)

Not taking a moment to exchange words with her, Travis quickly scooted around the corner and sealed the a set of blast doors shut behind the pair. Grabbing whatever large bits of debris he could find, Travis moved to block the door. Thankfully, the surge of adrenaline and the carbon fiber muscle systems in the suit made this easy enough.

He wasn't sure if it would delay them for long, if at all. Travis muttered a silent prayer as he completed the obstruction; at this rate, it would take faith in an act of God that the door would hold.

When he had at least taken a moment to breathe, Travis regarded Jenosa at last. Travis even in his winded state could see the growing emotions in her face, not the glowing eyes didn't make it painfully obvious.

"Mercy.... y- y-...." Travis caught his breath before finishing his sentence.

"I... I have a plan, but we can't be here. We have to get out."

The pair quickly made their way back over to the elevator doors, both of them eyeing the door warily; a cacophony of growls was slowly moving up the hall on the other side, hisses and roars muffled by the blast-plating and rubble.

Making his way into the shaft, Travis glanced back up, regarding the large hole in the center of the shaft wall with a glare.

"How high can you jump...?"
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Alissa felt dead on her feet, whatever the event was that had brought them into this sector had wiped out most of her internal systems and while they were in the process of reinitializing, rebuilding based off the systems that had survived she was exceedingly uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than to get in her ship, climb into her bunk, and let her ship’s AI direct her systems while she slept, however someone needed to see to the convicts and no one else was stepping up. She looked to the weapon in her hand before setting it down and removing her helmet, sweat plastered hair to her head and the side of her face, while normally quite fair she looked pale, she picked up a water bottle and drained it before putting her helmet on and lifting her weapon again indicating a group of soldiers.

“Come with me, we’ll see to that ship” came her terse instructions to what appeared to be the ranking member of the group.

“who the hell are you to be telling us what….” Alissa turned and advanced on the man with purpose

“I require assistance dealing with the convicts, unless you wish me to wander the corridors while I search for the brig…..unless you would like to clean that mess up as well” her tone shown how close to losing control the normally reserved Alissa was.

“so which is it” she paused a moment looking to the rank insignia “sergeant”

After a moment the soldier nodded and gathered what was left of his squad heading for the hanger where the stricken prison ship had been directed, once there Alissa would call up.

“Guards and prisoners exit single file, hands up” she was really not in the mood for any surprises and having no idea what had happened on the ship she was willing to wait to sort things out later, let Jenossa or Travis sort them out, she just wanted to secure the ship
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Amongst all the military hardwiring wrought inside her brain, Len-nnnngggh-Lenna found herself unable to ignore these...contradictory feelings welling inside of her. As a Ghost, she had a duty to the government to eliminate any threats identified to them, and in this case, the small cargo ship's crew had been considered the enemy. Not her main objectives, but enemies all the same.

Yet, now, for some reason, what she had done felt...wrong inside her gut. Why? Why now, all sudden? She swiftly had cut the crew down like a cold, remorceless machine before, without a single thought of mercy. They're blood was to be taken, as the enemy of the Dominion there was no sparing them in any right.

And now they're blood was on her hands.

Such a thought made her spine shiver now. But why? They were the enemy, they threatened the government, and such, there should be no question in cutting them down. And, almost as if in response, an innocent voice in the back of her head uttered, Why were they a threat? Ugh, what kind of question was that, she thought back. They were the enemy, they were to be destroyed or captured, what else did she need to know.

You need to know about them.

She grunted inwardly at herself, shaking her head in denial. To try and clear out the confusion swirling in it, she focused her thoughts on the distracted Ghelm; but it only got worse. Why was he still alive? He should be dead like the rest of the crew. So why, at the last moment, when he was dead in her sights, had she...shifted the gun's aim? It hadn't been guilt - she was only feeling it now - no, it was like a....reflex. Like, what happened before with the Zerg.

Ugh, and her name. She shouldn't even be remembering that, but she was, and the more her conditioning tried to press that identifying serial number back onto it, the more meaningless that number became. Gradually reducing to just a jumble of numbers and letters.

God, the sooner she got out of this situation the sooner she could get brained panned and no longer have to deal with this nonesense. And at least that was enough to get here back on focus with her mission. Nevermind Ghelm's concerns of the crew; she needed to better assess the kind of people that they were, as well as any other passengers. Afterall, she had no idea when she would get the opportunity to escape, so she had to be ready for anything.

Her most notable concern was the brunnette. Not only was she eyeing the ghost suspisciously, but the woman's surface thoughts were...muddy. Aside from knowing she was the focus on her attention, it was very difficult to make out any kind of distinct thought pattern. And then there was the pale haired woman, who's mind seemed similar to the brunette's, but more static and contradicting than muddy.

She would have to keep an eye on those two. An actual eye.

Just then the entire hanger became both, in more ways than one, with the fact that they had taken a prison ship on board. This raised alarms both hers and others head, decided immediately that she needed to investigate. A crew was one thing, a ship of criminals was another matter entirely.

She would follow pale haired woman called Alissa as inconspiciously as possible, and observe the surface thoughts of the criminals within the other hanger. Oddly, she strangely ignored the fact that Ghelm was cruiously following her.

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With twisted monster bearing down on them, Jenosa sternly replied to Travis, "High enough!"

Kneeling for a brief moment, Jenosa leapt. The high of which she could was impressive but not inhuman; she was simply very good at acrobatics. Yet at the high of her jump, the back end of her boots ignited with a brief, blue rocket blast, causing her to jump a second time in mid-air. It was a rather brief but exilarating experiance as she flipped and expertly grabbed one of the shafts horizontal support beams. the space jump was a small upgrade she had managed to grab back while recently visiting her home.

She did the same thing for each section of the shaft, gradually climbing her way up. Halfway up, she looked below to see that the twisted humans were at a stop either. They were climbing, if not slowly. "Right, of course, they got claws that can dig into steel. Fun," she muttered to herself.

Travis, with his suit of course, could leap about over two stories high and be proud of it. Except, as Jenosa saw, the zerg decided to cancel his leasure ride mid-way with a tentacle snagging his left leg. Travis managed to grabbed one of the support beam so as it couldn't pull him down all the way back, but the damn thing still clung to him, trying to pull him down. Worse, it didn't look like the appendaged had wrapped around it, but rather 'suckered' onto it with the end looking like some kind of biomass.

And it looked like the stuff was trying to creep into his armor. Jenosa seethed and swore, knowing that was not a good sigh. She was aware enough to dodge a similar attack with a quick strafe, but only barely. Not wanting to waste time with the combustor, she settled with plastering the tentacles mid section with plasma grenades before making the next.

There was a resound bang and it snapped apart, but the biomass end still clung. That made Jenosa's heart sink even more. "C'mon," she shouted urgently, "let's get the hell out of here so we can blow it in the hole."

All the while she fired off at twisted men and woman clambering towards them. Unlike Travis, Jenosa did not hesitate. She could tell there was no changing them back; it was a mercy to kill them.
Edited by CEMP, Sep 21 2013, 02:41 PM.
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His heart was pounding as he dug into the support beam.

Below the two hunters, a writhing horde of malformed men and women, including those half-human monstrosities. Thought he shot them as he needed to, it pained Travis to look into their tortured eyes; to know he could do nothing for those people was agonizing.

Was this what it was like when constantly dealing with the horrors of science and unknown species?

No wonder Samus never talked much of her time on the BSL station; this nightmare had to be similar to what that was like.

Travis grimaced at the disgusting organic compound slathered onto his legplate, moving to swing himself up further to help Jenosa climb higher if he could.

Or, at least he was about to when he heard a familiar parting of the air beneath his feet.

Yet another tentacle rose from the darkness, a large and guttural growl echoing from the morgue. It slithered with incredible speed, seeking to once again coil around his leg.

"Oh, enough of this...!" He growled, undoing one of the pouches on his side. "JENOSA, COVER YOUR EYES! NOW!"

Something chinked its way against the beams before a blinding light cut through the murk of the shaft, Travis firing a few more volleys from the Fenris as he jumped up next to Jenosa.

But he wasn't done. Undoing another pocket, Travis pulled something that would almost certainly widen the eyes of anyone from the correct reality. He untwisted the seal, started the countdown, and immediately yanked Jenosa without warning or consent and bolted up the elevator as fast as his legs could carry him in the suit.

"Sorry, but we to go go GO, now!"

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Panic spread across the bridge as klaxons sounded through the Claymore; a mystery explosion had rocked the ship in Medical Block B, and with it all hell once again broke loose in the command room.

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Travis had sprinted as fast as his legs would allow, having Constantine hack the hatch open and then forcibly seal it from his side as the explosion ripped through the elevator shaft and partially into the morgue below.

His wits finally returned to him along with his breath, he set Jenosa down as gently as his excited state allowed.

"Sorry... sorry to just scoop you up; had to do something, so I took a page out of your book." He grinned, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"That was... that was a power bomb; a gift from Samus. Only for emergencies, and I think that qualified, agreed?" He wasn't so much asking a question as seeking validation for the decisions he'd made, but given the situation, Travis figured she wouldn't argue that point. At least, hopefully not.

Yet as quickly as the temporary relief had come, catharisis turned to terror.

Something large -angrily- growled from the floor below, attempting to break into the levels above it as the morgue level shut down due to the hull breach.

Whatever it was however? It was probably not only hurt, it was very much a likely hood that it was -pissed-.

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding.... Let's get out of here...!" Travis quickly added, taking his rifle back in hand. "This way, we'll get to the entryway to the block quicker if we cut through this hall...!"
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OOC: Sorry again for the delay, was highly skeptical on the quality of the post, so I hope it's adequate.

Just like Travis and Jenosa, Twilight found himself slowly moving through quiet, desolate hallways. Unlike theirs, the bodies in his path were (luckily) still where they had fallen after the Zerg creatures rampage. Recalling his days as a mercenary Twilight moved steadily and cautiously through the corridors, quickly rounding corners and aiming down the hallways with his rifle, one he had picked up from one of the dead guards. He was confident in his physical prowess, but he thought a ranged weapon would be helpful against these things and he did not trust his own control of his internal energy reserves to use them here. He kept going through the sections of the ship, and was nearing the bottom rear of it now, and as he came through a savaged door he found something interesting.

"Bridge, I've found the entry-point for the creature. It looks like an organic boarding pod, ripped right through the hull on the bottom of the ship." He said over his comm as he moved closer to inspect it, in some aspects it looked like a giant mouth had burrowed through the hull and then stretched itself out so as to close the hole it made, and based purely from what he could see right then and there the creature could definitely fit some more 'things' other than the one that had gone on a rampage throughout the ship. Twilight poked it cautiously with his foot but the creature gave no reaction "It appears to be dead or docile, but be cautious around it regardless." he then said through the com before continuing on down the corridors, looking for any kind of trail. He deeply hoped that creature had been the only one of it's kind attacking the prison ship, as there could be any number of areas where it could hide safely. They needed to do a thermal sweep of the place, and soon. Hopefully the Fed Cruiser, or someone on it had such tech.

His search went on for another ten minutes without him seeing any signs of conflict or bloodshed, at which point he started to loosen up little by little, maybe he was wrong and there had been no more Zerg to come through that pod... Naturally that was when he rounded a corner and found the corpses of several guards and a few prisoners all strewn about in a room further ahead, a few spilling out into the corridor he was coming from, however it was not nearly as bloody or gory as it had been from the previous trail, in fact as he got closer he started to notice small round holes in the backs of the prisoner and guard he passed on his way into the square room, bullet holes... Just then a gunshot resounded within the metal confines of the ship and a bullet glanced off Twilight's shoulder armour, followed by a terrified shriek from what appeared to be a prisoner who had curled himself up in a corner of the room, holding a guards gun up toward Twilight and looking absolutely terrified... "Stay away! STAY AWAY!!" He shouted, before loosening another two shots, but even if he had been in a state of mind to aim properly they would be unlikely to harm Twilight, so it did not concern him overly much.

When Twilight actually had time to react properly he raised his arms a bit to try and show he wasn't out to hurt the prisoner before speaking "Don't worry, I'm one of the prisoners here as well, I volunteered to investigate for more of these things." as he said this he began to slowly walk closer, inspecting the bodies on the floor and the man in the corner as he did so. What he found interesting was that two of the bodies had weird mutations protruding from their skin, in a way it reminded him of what occurred when an Ing possessed a being of flesh, though he couldn't tell what functionality those protrusions had on these victims, perhaps they had just not finished their mutation. The prisoner did not lower his gun or seem to calm down in the slightest, but at least he wasn't screaming or firing the gun at Twilight anymore, so Twilight took it as a sign he could come closer, but he stopped a couple meters from the man regardless as he looked him over a bit more thoroughly. He was an average human male, Caucasian from what Twilight could tell, a mostly bald head and to him a rather indistinguishable face, what interested him most was how the man seemed to be curled up in a manner that the right side of his body was obscured, with his left hand being stretched out with the gun, though Twilight made a guess the man was actually right handed based on how terrible his aim had been, which while a minor detail stuck out to him.

"Are you hurt?" Twilight asked as he took another step forward, to which the man began to wave his gun around again while shouting "No! I won't become one of you!", maybe his previous assumption had been wrong, the man seemed completely out of it, though something in his eyes seemed wrong beyond just that... "Bridge... I've found proof of other creatures aboard the ship, they appear capable of infesting living creatures. The only survivor is a prisoner, but he seems to have lost it, I'll see what I can do for him but to be safe I would suggest screening everyone on the ship as soon as possible." After relaying the situation Twilight put his rifle down on the ground as he walked closer to the prisoner who responded with yet more shouting and firing on his gun, but only one bullet came before the magazine was emptied, it seemed the gun had been used prior to Twilight coming there, and looking around in the room he could tell there were bullet marks on the ground near the prisoner... Suddenly the mans shouting turned into incomprehensible growls of pain and he almost threw himself at Twilight, exposing the right side of his body where something looked to have burrowed into him.

As Twilight had guessed the man was infested and was now trying to claw at his face with his hands, the right of which looked to have started mutating claws, though Twilight was able to react fast enough to take a step back and avoid the initial swipes before he reached out and grabbed the mans arms, though that didn't stop him and instead he began kicking against him like a wild animal trying to escape it's captor... All the while he growled like a madman. 'I don't have much of a choice, this person is lost...' He thought as he let go with his right hand and in a second thrust it into the mans chest, his physical strength and claw-like fingers making it an easy task to pierce through but to Twilight's surprise the man still came at him for several more seconds before he finally slumped over on the floor. Though as he was about to relax 'something' came out of the mans body and launched itself at Twilight, finding a weak-point in his armour under his left arm and attempting to burrow into it in just a few seconds time while Twilight was doing his best to catch hold of the thing. A sensation of pain shot through Twilight as the thing began to burrow into his 'flesh', but it itself let out a shriek and seemed to eject itself instantly, supposedly Twilights energy-based composition was not very compatible with the parasite.

Trying to react as swiftly as he was able Twilight threw himself down after the rifle he had dropped earlier, rolling up so he rested on one knee as he took aim after the small skittering creature, though he wasn't entirely used to using a rifle anymore so his aim was pretty bad, but he just barely managed to clip it with one of his last bullets, causing it to slow down to a crawl, enough for Twilight to stomp it before it crawled into a duct. That creature had no doubt not been the only one of it's kind, though Twilight could hope that the rest had died with their hosts. He decided to continue searching when the bridge called him up, informing him of the presence outside the ship. "Very well, I'll take up the rear in case something might happen" he said in response as he reloaded his rifle and began to walk back the way he came, heading for the exit.

Exiting the ship happened in an orderly fashion, with the Prisoners being led out in groups by the remaining personnel, Twilight himself stood near the exit ramp and keeping a close eye on the prisoners for signs of infestation while watching for any more creatures that might suddenly attack, though he had given the rifle to one of the guards as reassurance and also because the man would be able to make better use of it than the Ing would. As luck would have it there were no attacks and Twilight did not spot any oddities among the prisoners though he'd still insist on them being screened whenever the opportunity presented itself, who knew how dangerous even a single infestation could become? Finally the last of the prisoners were out the ramp and the only ones remaining were Twilight and the crew he had met in the cockpit, the guard who had been "supervising" him nodding for him to exit the ship now.

Twilight did as ordered and began to walk toward the exit, putting on the hood of his tattered "shroud" while doing so, he wasn't entirely confident about their reactions to him so he felt it best to hide some of his features at least. As one of the last to exit the ship Twilight walked down the ramp with a slow but deliberate pace, as they had been told he held his arms over his head which probably didn't help much as it revealed that he wore armour (of the Galactic Federation variety, though it was both damaged and altered significantly from the original variety) and had fairly sharp-looking claws. That and the glowing red eyes probably didn't help much either, but at least he was compliant... He just hoped they wouldn't shoot him on sight, given the situation they had recently jumped from he wouldn't put it past one of the soldiers to assume he was with the Zerg as well...

OOC: Not entirely familiar with the Zerg lore, but I figure they ought to have room for a few more mutations in there. I decided to leave the situation on the ship open-ended, so if anyone wants to do anything with it it's there, otherwise we can let it lie :P
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As the inmates lined up in the hangar bay, Grace couldn't take her eyes off Alissa. Part of it was not wanting to stare any longer at the cold, alien darkness that was Twilight, and part of it was the white hair and overall ghostly appearance that made everyone gawk just a bit.

But there was something else about her. Grace knew her. Well, knew of her, anyway. Nick Scanlan had talked about her when he'd visited her in prison. The White-Haired Chick. Athena was her name. Right? No, that wasn't right. But it was Greek. Definitely Greek.

For the moment, though, she'd act like she had no idea who this woman was. She hoped the same was true in reverse, or else things might get a bit awkward.

Grace shook it off as best she could and started taking in her surroundings. A lifetime of criminal instincts had taught her to locate every exit, every vent, every nook and cranny big enough for her to squeeze into. She knew it would take her just under five seconds to reach that door, but only about three seconds to dash over to that dropship and slide underneath, and she could hang on to the underside for pretty damn long time if she needed to.

The best escape route though was probably up that catwalk. Three seconds or less from her starting position, assuming no one was in her way. She could have the cuffs off before she got there, scamper up that ladder in two seconds, and then she'd be off to the races.

Okay, so she might have been overestimating her abilities just a bit, probably basing everything off of her mid-twenties, pre-knee injury self. Now she was on the wrong side of thirty, and hadn't felt a hundred percent confident in her knee in years. She was still very fast, and her agility was still the envy of her peers. But sometimes she felt like she didn't have that initial burst of speed that she used to. Whether or not she still had the hops to get up the ladder that quickly was in serious doubt as well. Hopefully she wouldn't have to find out, and they'd just get shuffled off to another location, where she'd have to figure out a whole new set of escape routes. Still, somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she was a long way from being out of the woods.

Achilles. That was it. Grace was eyeballing her again. She'd done her homework while she was in prison, as if there was much else to do anyway, and there was an unsettling lack of information about this woman. A few surveillance photos, a police report from Hunroth, a dossier on the NGC... what really amounted to tidbits here and there. It pissed Grace off to no end, mostly because it so much resembled her own record. A couple of teenage mugshots, a list of known associates (she particularly loved how it described Jimmy as an "associate"; she could go with either "yeah, we 'associate' quite a bit," or "'associate' perfectly encapsulates our relationship, or lack thereof"), a high school basketball scoring record that still stood, and not much else.

With Grace though, it was more mystique than mystery. Just a preternaturally talented rogue who was exceptional at covering her tracks, and one whose skills were said to be in decline to boot. When it came to the Achilles woman though, she was something more. More than human, Grace knew. What she didn't know was how, and it was killing her.

Something exploded nearby. The sounds of chaos were getting closer.
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As soon as Lenna entered the other hanger, her mind was bombarded with a flurry of thoughts, more varied and disconnected than that of the crew of this ship. And she gritted her teeth as she identified them as all sorts of dirty; ranging from scheming, larcenous, dirty, lustful, even angry and a few violent.

Criminal minds, she thought darkly, as she walked in and attempted to shut out most of the noise out. At least she was only hearing them, not swimming inside their actual minds. Even the idea of probing just one was unsettling to her; by all rights, she shouldn't even be reading people's thoughts in general, at least not while in combat. As per standard Ghost protocol, she was forbidden to read, much less probe, civilian thoughts or anyone she was working with unless otherwise ordered; having been trained to close their mind to such noise. And she understood why; the human mind was a place of utmost privacy.

But this situation went beyond standard Ghost protocols; and in a place of strangers, she needed to improvise. Already she was beginning to see hints that these 'people' had not been Terran Dominion citizens, but from...a 'Galactic Federation.' Even more so, she noticed that some weren't even human in appearance. The site was a bit baffling; had these also come along with this larger ship?

It was a hard question for her not to ponder all the while her military wiring pressed her to scrutinize every person as best as possible. But oddly, it was neither all that strenuous or necessary for her to do so; a simple look at a face's expression, the attitude in their speech and gestures, and it practically clicked inside her head what kind of personality they might bear. True, her telepathy helped to confirm this, but she didn't exactly need it to make a proper educated guess.

It was, after all, her growing psionic potential during childhood that had actually motivated her to study human psychology; learning every profile type, every mental disorder, and every detail in recognizing them with her eyes and ears. Clever, astute and attentive, it was how she wanted to be as a psychologist...

Lenna blinked, bafflement briefly fluttering in her eyes again. It was weird; there was no flashing images or flood emotions, it was just as if the memory of her past career, or the general idea of it, had always been with there. But how? Why? Her entire past life should be completely erased. Gone. None of it should be there. Yet it was, or at least this relevant aspect of it; as she couldn't remember anything else before or beyond, only that it was she had put her life into this career before..before what? Before the Ghost program? No, before...

She jumped in silent fright, with only a miniscule gasp, when she felt a brief tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Ghelm, genuine, 'touching' concern in his face. "You alright," he asked, "you were spacing out there."

"I'm fine," she replied, in a low startled voice all the while her anger rose, "but what are you doing here. You'll give me away."

"Following you, what else," he spoke sarcastically, "you're ironically about the closest person I know here. And besides," he added, "spacing out already got you noticed."

Lenna looked back, and immediately saw the white haired woman known as Alissa looking at her. Even as Ghelm made a cheerful wave, she swore under her breath, and muttered, "Now what?"

As if to answer her, she heard an explosion; not in the hanger itself but not too far off. This immediately, flipped her into combat mode, her mind sharpened itself. There was no telling what that explosion might have meant, but it wasn't anything good. After all, she still felt the lingering presence of zerg on board, and she recalled them being quite wily. Add to the fact that there was already now 'two' woman suspicious about her and a group full of prisoners, she didn't exactly like the position she was in.

That, and already one of the prisoners, a black haired, grey-eyed woman, was having thoughts that were screaming 'opportunistic escape plan.'

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Amongst all the chatter on board the bridge, the acting captain discussed with the captain of the Hyperion about what was going on board right now; and both agreed some assistance would be most welcomed, especially from those who have had experience fighting these aliens. A dropship filled with armored marines and a medic were being sent, along with the leader Jim Raynor himself.
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Jenosa was not exactly content with being unceremoniously picked up without warning, but given the heavy ordnance that Travis had just dropped, she was very much willing to let it slide. And whatever was coming their way didn't appear to be in a happy mood.

As soon as Travis mentioned them legging it, however, Jenosa immediately protested. “I beg my pardon, but whatever's coming up that way isn't just gonna decide to squat here if we get out. We need to kill it before it can cause any more trouble.”
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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