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Ghost Light; in the beginning
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More rather uninteresting conversation from others. Hukkal rose from his seat and, practically the instant he got to his full height, there was a massive screeching noise. The Esvogg toppled over, his spindly form draped over the table he was sitting at moments before. Debris fell from the roof and the bar seemed to come apart.

He heard a second loud noise, the beeping sound notifying him of his ship taking off. In case of a dangerous situation, his ship's AI would automatically relocate the ship to a safe location. Too bad that meant that Hukkal was now stranded on the station.

Hukkal's eyes darted about the room for a moment, looking through the rubble for the Zaan. After being unable to find them, he realised that a rescue would probably be highly unlikely. Survival instinct taking over, the Hunter clambered over some of the debris at the entrance, and dashed off towards the hangar. Unluckily, there was a power outage, and everything became dark. Or at least, it would've been dark for everyone else. Though it might not be entirely useful in a few minutes, depending on the severity of the situation, Hukkal activated his suit's thermal vision capabilities and began to make his way further to the hangar. More rubble.

As he entered the hangar, his heat vision sparked up, causing a bright flash to appear to his eyes, and then it faded completely to near total darkness, excluding what seemed to be a dim red light... It was most likely the surrounding nebulae.

The Esvogg hurried back to the ruined bar. "Survivors! Move towards my voice!" He began chanting, still likely facing the bar. Then again he couldn't quite tell which way he was facing...

(OOC: I'm assuming there's rubble pretty much everywhere and that you can see the light from the nebulae in the hangar. If anything isn't right I can always edit.)
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Ensign Munro spun in her chair shouting, "Sir, I have what appears to be a sensor ghost colliding with the station, course plot shows it as having come out of the nearby nebula. The station is experiencing power flucuations and appears to be listing out of her station, rate of movement and spin indicates a large scale impact."

Brahms looked over Susan Munro's shoulder at the sensor data just in time to see the power on the station spike and then dissapate. Nothing on the station had power any longer. "What the hell?" He said aloud a split second before the power systems aboard the Venture went out and the ship bucked wildly as if it too had been hit by some unseen force.

Emergency lighting clicked on a moment later, but all the computers were still without power. He looked around noted he was floating which meant the artificial gravity had been knocked out and shouted, "Bridge crew, sound off."

Jessica Jackson coughed, "XO here."
"Weapons, Lt Alba, here." came a woman's voice from the tactical station.
"Conn, Ensign Shake accounted for." came the young man's voice from the helm.
"Tran here, communications are inoperable sir, but we should still have the sound-powered phones throughout the ship." said the Lieutenant at the comm station.
"I'm here... I mean, Sensors, Ensign Munro accounted for." said the shaky voice from the sensor station.

A moment later there came a groan and a cough from the tank near the aft of the bridge, "COB Anderson here sir."

"Good, Anderson get moving, I want you to mobilize your spartans in EVA suits and gather a team of EVA certified medics and engineers. You're going to take a walk and head over to that station."

There came a click and a soft hum from the pedestal next to the navigation table as the battery unit for the ship's AI, Natalie's holo-projector kicked in. "Sir, my inertial systems show that the ship is still in motion and drifting towards the station. I estimate we'll impact in sixteen minutes and forty seconds unless we regain helm control or find another way to alter our trajectory."

"Thank you Natalie," Brahms turned back to Anderson, "You've got fifteen minutes to get those teams together and get off the ship. Am I understood?"

Anderson thought for a moment, sighed, then said, "Yes sir, I understand." Then he headed off to gather his teams.

(OOC: Figured we should still have some battery power for smaller systems (Venture has no windows) so we needed the emergency lights.)
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T'kran had almost finished his drink when the rather abrupt interruption arrived. Yelling as the entire station shuddered, he threw himself to the ground, his glas flying from the table and smashing against the wall. Grunting, he gripped his side; a gash along his torso - nothing serious, but it was bleeding. There was another sound of grating metal, quieter and less tortured, and the Pirate was fully armored. Switching to infrared vision, he saw the bar and its occupants in monochrome, but perfectly clear sight.

There was a click and a slight humm, and several aperatures opened on the Pirate's armor, a faint red glow appearing from them and illuminating the room. His Imperator slid down into the ready position, the three sections combining to form the entire weapon.

"Is anyone injured? Speak up, if you can." Blinking once, his thermal imaging switched off, instead, his visor lit up on the outside, forming a flashlight of sorts. Wincing and clutching his side once more, he gave a grunt and limped out into the hangar. He'd received no warning signals from his ship, so he assumed it was alright.

"Survivors! Move towards my voice!" T'kran wheeled around and called back to the Esvogg. "I'm out here! Do you have any idea what happened? It felt like something collided with the station!"

But what, exactly? if his ship had detected anything approaching, it would have notified him...

Great. Here he was, stuck between a rock and a hard place once again. Trouble always seemed to follow in his wake.

"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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Hukkal ended his chanting after a voice answered, "I'm out here! Do you have any idea what happened? It felt like something collided with the station!"

Hukkal believed it to be the pirate. He turned around and moved towards the approximate location where the voice came from, which must've been the hangar. An elaborate pattern of red lines pulsed on his armor as he entered the hangar, illuminating the rubble and trash strewn about the area. He also managed to find the tiny box of uranium rounds that bum had tried to sell him earlier... He figured that these slugs might end up coming in handy, and attached the box to a magnetic holder on his back.

"Whatever that was, it must've been... Unpleasant... The Krak Jakomo is circling the station in the fasion that an aggravated predator would circle it's prey..." Hukkal said. He turned a corner he swore wasn't there before and found himself bathed in the red light of the nebulae. After gazing out into the emptiness, he saw his daggerlike ship speed past the opening and continue to circle. It took about 3 minutes for the ship to circle the station, and the next time it came into view it's trajectory changed massively. It swung away from the station and made a large U-turn, bringing itself in.

The ship, as streamlined and shadowy as it's registered pilot, clunked down in an open space and its engines gave a slight blast of heat, another one of the security measures. All seemed clear.

"Interesting..."

(OOC: Geez, I've got soo much stuff to put up here relating to Hukkal...)
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Had the incident occured just five seconds earlier, Agent Donovan and the Grey Fox would have been trapped in the elevator. As it turned out, the doors had just slid open as the power went out and the station predictably descended into chaos. Donovan desperately hoped that this was just your garden variety power outage, and not the beginning of whatever had spooked the agency into scrubbing the office, that it wasn't too late to get off the station. However, he knew deep in his heart that such hopes were futile.

He quickly whipped out his shades and switched on the thermal vision, just in time to see a red-orange human female form bolting away from him. The Grey Fox had seen her opportunity and was taking it. Donovan lunged towards her, but she already had the jump on him and was practically flying through the crowd, which had become a stampede. Using the integrated visor technology in his sunglasses, he locked onto her thermal image as she quickly became lost among all of the other bodies before him. But she was moving too fast for even him to keep up.

The agent shoved his way through the midst of the full-blown panic, losing ground by the second. His quarry weaved her way through the crowd with an ease he would never admit that he envied. What made it even more amazing to him was that she was doing it in the pitch black, without any optical aid. Among the tales he'd heard about the Grey Fox were her seemingly superhuman abilities, despite the fact that scans of her body during her brief custody revealed no cybernetic enhancements or biological anomalies. Just another enigma wrapped around the mystery that she was.

Now he had completely lost sight of her, the waypoint in his shades' HUD the only indicator of her presence. A voice in the back of his head told him to abandon the chase and save his own skin. Let the Grey Fox get trapped in whatever bad situation was going down right now. After all, she was a dangerous fugitive. Why should he save her?

Then again, he had a job to do. It was not in his nature to back down in the face of danger.
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"Muhal-Geck," he said with a nod, the word simply meaning that he acknowledged what S'dan told him. He also just noticed the two guards that had been apprehensive of him until S'dan had confirmed he was the guy for their job. He mulled over this reaction, bemused as to why so many people seem to think he was hostile, but didn't make any outward reaction. He only supposed this was some kind of human, GFed, mentality; or that they need to be like this for a reason that Tarsin was unaware of.

Not that it made any difference. Right now, he just wanted to get this job and get his pay. He needed the money for obvious reasons, and in all honesty, he didn't like the place in general. It gave him a really bad vibe, and a 'part' of him (At least he assumed it was a part of him) kept constantly asking questions and giving suggestions, "Aren't there other, more appealing options that we could take?" "Will fixing communications be dangerous task?" "Who would be the most dangerous here?" "We could always call Markin for assistance," and so on.

It was like a voice in the back of his head, and in fact, it almost felt familiar; familiar in a way that was not distinct to his own conscious, but of someone else's; and yet he remembered hearing it before. It almost reminded him of that situation where his nanos went rogue...and he had almost died. He had mostly forgotten, but it was there and would pop up at the right time, fresh like the day it had been first burned into him.

There were still a few oddities that he could not recall; in particular, how the rogue nanos had been stopped; as well as how the rest of his nanos had been affected. He mostly assumed it was because the rest were worker nanos, and the ones that went rogue were the collective brains giving these worker nanos orders. However, while his logical side said this, his more irrational side felt it was more of a form of schizophrenia, where one mind had prevailed over another.

Even if the memory always felt fresh, whole situation had been an entire blur.

His waltz through memory lane was abruptly interrupted by the station shaking like crazy. He swore, "Degolous!" a common Akraidian swear word used in times like these. It was the equivalent of the F word, but more like "Hell," because the word was actually a name. A name of an Akraidian that had been deceitful and had marked much of the Western Akraidian tribes with his treacherous surprises.

He stumbled over, nailing his framed forehead against one of the walls of the station. The force would have knocked a normal human unconscious, but Akraidians had a much thicker skull; well, mostly the males. All it did to Tarsin was momentarily dazed him.

As he got up, that little voice in the back of his head went out, "I knew we should have left. I knew we should have left, but you didn't listen to me, did you? Look at the kind of work that you're giving me."

Tarsin ignored it, shaking his head to reorient himself. Standing up, he tried to search for S'dan; all the while the voice in back nagged him to leave in his ship now. The trouble was, Tarsin wasn't exactly sure how far S'dan had been when the whole station shook, as he was busy thinking to himself more than keep a good track of his movements. Wanting to find out what happened, he shuffled out the chaos, calling out of S'dan.

Having been born from the race that had dwelled under ground for so long, Tarsin's night vision was remarkably better than most people's. However, the general chaos and lack of light still might it difficult for him to maneuver, and it only took his "Do first, think later" mentality to make him accidentally ram right into someone that could be called Agent Donovan.
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Commander Anderson looked over his boarding party as they all floated quietly in their power armor suits waiting to disembark from the Venture and use EVA packs to attempt to gain access to the station. He nodded once and began speaking, "Okay people, pay attention cause I'm only going over this once. Some of you are not familiar with the combat EVA packs we're going to be using, those of you who aren't will be tethered to a qualified individual for the trip across to the station." He looked to his second-in-command "Jessika, you'll be carrying our breaching charges. go thru and check everyone's magnetic boots lets get them tested real quick, I think we only have a few minutes left before we need to be off the ship."

"Aye sir." she said as she used her rifle to push off of the wall and glide gracefully over to the rest of the squad to start testing the magnetic boots.


Bridge

The bridge was alive and buzzing with nearly paniced activity as the bridge crew desperately tried to find a way to adjust the Venture's course and stop it from hitting the station.

Suddenly Natalie, the ship's AI shouted, "That's it!!!" as she simultaneously grew brighter, causing a momentary dimming of the bridge emergency lighting. "Captain, you should call Emily up here with her laptop, the RCS thruster quads all have battery backup units in case the main reactor goes out or the drive engines stop working. The computers may not have any power, but if we can interface Emily's laptop with the hardwired conduits for the RCS quads, we should be able to use it to fire the thrusters enough to adjust our course."

Brahms nodded and pulled himself closer to the navigation table pressing his feet against it before kicking off towards the door. He sailed out of the open bridge door and down the cooridor in search of Emily and her now massively precious laptop.
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Aana Rel Olan and the two traders finally succeeded in pushing the last bit of rubble off the top of them, thus enabling them to escape.

Rel had not been afraid on the way to the station, but now his instincts were threatening to make him curl up in a ball on the floor and wait for the danger to pass. His highly disciplined military mind soon got control of him, and he returned to his senses, still shaken.

“Ryys, Cali, are you both all right?” he asked aloud, in the hopes that someone may hear their ensuing conversation. Cali clicked his claws together in response. Ryys, however, was curled up in a ball on the floor, resembling a large, trilobite-like roly-poly.

“We’re trapped! The power’s out and we’ve been left behind! We’re going to die here!” Ryys bawled. Rel stepped up to him and rolled him upright.

“Come on, we’re not going to die.” Rel checked a small screen attached to his leg. It bleeped optimistically and glowed blue.

“Our life support should still be active,” he said. “We will at least not die from suffocation.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” Cali said. He tapped Ryys on the shell. “Get ahold of yourself.”

Ryys slowly and reluctantly uncurled from his ball, already in a position to have his feet on the floor. “What are we doing now? Perhaps another bright idea, like going to a pirate haven to pick up some personal effects?” He glared at Cali.

“Hush,” Rel said. He checked his screen again, which had changed to a map of the station which he had previously downloaded. “I doubt that the power on any of our ships is active, but we should make our way back to the hangar. There are some steam jets and gaisa-samvar side arms in mine. There should also be some sonic emitters. We’ll at least be able to defend ourselves once we have them.”

“Defend ourselves from what now?” Ryys asked, wide-eyed.

“You never know,” Rel said. “We have to be prepared. Now, I want you two to make as much noise as possible on the way back.”

So the three Zaan began trekking back to the hangar, calling for assistance as loud as their translators would allow. Little did they know that they would not be able to reach the hangar from the elevator.
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Hukkal had wandered to the entrance to the hangar, and heard an immensely faint bleeping.

"Zebesian. I will return shortly," Hukkal said. He clicked into the main area connected to the hangar and heard three tiny voices. It sounded like they were arguing. He activated his thermal vision, in the hopes that it was working again... It was. The glowing accents on his body darkened and he faded into blackness. He followed the voices, and somewhat foolishly stayed quiet himself.

After a few moments Hukkal realized that the voices seemed to be coming a little closer... He didn't see anything that could possibly be making the noise... There was nothing of human height still roaming the station. Slightly unnerved, Hukkal continued on, and finally, when the sound seemed like there were a group of creatures speaking right in front of him, he stopped.

"Survivors...?" the Esvogg said, his voice louder than he thought it would be in the quiet. He looked down at once and saw a trio of tiny insectoids. The accents on his armor immediately flared to full brightness, illuminating everything in a five foot radius around him.

(ooc: I have decided to interact with the little trilobite-opabina things. If the setting isn't quite right, I'll edit it. Just pm me.)
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(OOC: I’ll try to move this on as fast as I can and get the actual first stage of the RP in motion,
sorry if I don’t respond properly to your posts but if you have any problems please PM me.

Also, any of the late entry characters will be allowed to join in not too long, just a couple more rounds of posts.

* Assume that due to the bar’s close location from the ships and with most of the facilities being a long way from the hanger it would be a while before the majority of the crowd reached the bar.)

The state of the station at this point could be described as one thing, utter peace and silence followed anarchy.
As ever with many crowded people gathered into small cramped areas there was a stunned silence for many moment but it was not long after the power gave out that they began to panic, and that panic quickly lead to a stampede.
Though it took longer than expected the inevitable chaos soon began with civilians, travelers and alike rushing to ships, long empty escape pod bays and other such places of hopeful salvation in an attempt to flee from what had suddenly turned from a less than desirable refuge into a kill zone.
Gray Fox, Agent Donovan and those located further away from the hanger and towards the cramped confines of the now dark corridors soon found themselves in the midst of the a mad rush with some unlucky individuals being crushed underfoot, sometimes shot, bludgeoned or stabbed in the blind panic of bodies.

Others such as those located within the hanger, towards the sides of the hanger and the more distant areas from the landing hooks and platforms such as Tarsin, were spared the brunt of the charge with most of the crowds simply focused upon finding some place of shelter or safety.

In a few secure places such as the bar most of the characters were in, the occupants were spared from the brunt of the assault and for several seconds(*) the hammering of bodies continuously resounded against several of the walls, triggering an echoing clamor of impacts within the room. A few, more lucky or sensible people managed to fight their way inside the doors and out of the crowds but only a handful.

Those very close to the ships such as Hukkal and the Zaan were away from most of the individuals and could hear the quickly approaching tide of people but it was still quiet enough to hear a few sounds such as the
It was obvious that others could hear it too as individuals within the ships were closing the hatches and locking themselves in, a few more alarmed ones even taking off and lighting the area with the glow of low power engines as they lifted away and headed out the hanger.

Rather unsurprisingly the SPARTANs saw little of this other than the handful of craft exiting the hanger.

A few things were slowing the mass a little, such as the increased gravity from the Eplosion’s suddenly increased gravity from the spin, but these only slowed the madness and did not stop it.

Then as suddenly as it began the stampede ended.
Within a few seconds the sounds of rushed footfalls, the press of bodies and the sense of hundreds of panicked people quite literally disappeared in the blink of the station’s illumination systems. All of it in utter silence.

For a few brief seconds the lights flickered brightly and then reactivated at a very dim glow. During this time many things were seen by several of the people.

Tarsin caught sight of both the guards looking panicked about one aiming his gun towards the crowds, the other aiming his upwards and away from him as if searching for something. S’Dan himself was on the floor, apparently having been knocked to the ground and in the process of drawing a large pistol.
flash, flash, flash,
The lights flickered on and off during this and on the last flash, as power was restored almost everyone but S’dan had disappeared. A bloodstain lying on the ground near him.
Ironically as reality itself seemed to break down, the system Tarsin was to repair was just within sight.

Those within the bar caught sight of the panicked faces of the newcomers and the look of pure bewilderment on the barkeeper along with the reactions of the others.
flash, flash, flash,
All the newcomers were gone, as were many of the bar’s occupants.

Fox and Agent Donovan within the corridors caught a brief sight of the chaos surrounding them, the pure and total insanity of the moment evident in the actions and faces of the people around them.
flash, flash, flash,
All gone, leaving only a few bodies of those unlucky individuals to be killed in the desperate urge to escape.

Hukkal and the Zaan, close to the ships saw the same panic and madness upon the crowd only a short distance away and a very different panic, that of a person caught in the path of an unstoppable force, was clear in the expressions and actions of the ship pilots and owners.
flash, flash, flash,
Gone. Even those within the ships, leaving a few outside the hanger to drift and spin apparently uncontrollably as their occupants apparently disappeared into thin air.

As for the Commander Anderson and his crewmen, the power of their EVA armour began to suddenly drain far faster than anyone could have predicted, giving them enough time to land on the station but not enough to get back. Even as they landed, several of the crewmen slammed into the stations hull or failed to match their paths, their EVA armour empty. At the same time the lights and those aboard the station and almost all ships but the Venture flickered three times in the same rhythmic pattern.

As sound returned to the world. It was filled with the sudden silence of hundreds of different people, dozens of different species, suddenly disappearing in one brief instant.
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