Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 18, 2013 16:48:50 GMT -6
"Hey Simon, looks like we need a new power core completely. Grab one for me over there, will ya?"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Light floods the area as engineer Simon Gabriels activates his Kinesis module, grabbing the heavy power core and shifting it in the air with ease. Turning back and making sure his route is clear, he brings the floating object back, shoving it into the massive machine's opening. The machine gives a roar as it returns to life, once again beginning to smelt down the ore. "There we go. Everything green up there, Adam?" Simon asks to the miner on the catwalk above him, who was watching the gauges.
"Good to go as always, Simon. Nice work. That should take care of the problems on our end. Hey, you still on for drinks later? We're throwing together a poker game." Adam questions, leaning over the railing. "If I can get all this shit done in time, sure. I could use a stiff drink after all the work they've been putting me through today." Simon replies, stretching and letting out a groan of discomfort as his sore muscles are pulled out.
"Hey Simon, you finished with the Mining Deck job yet?" The gruff voice of the chief engineer, Jacob Vikram, echoes through his suit's communication suite. "Just got finished, Jake. They needed a new power core. Everything all right?" Simon asks. "Yeah, I just got a call from the Research Wing though. Grab a plasma cutter, they need you up there."
"Naturally," Simon remarks under his breath as Adam tosses down a cutter from the area above him, which he barely manages to catch. "What's the deal? Pardon my language, but it's gotta be something pretty fucked up if they need a tool made for slicing ore up there." He asks, moving toward the door.
"Oh, one of the people up there dropped some kinda acid shit on the bathroom door somehow, and it fused together. They need someone up there to cut that shit apart." Simon slams the door's panel a little too hard, and soon enough it hisses open. "Any idea who it was? You know I hate getting pulled away from my work to clean up somebody else's shit." He asks. "Ah, a new girl that just joined us here on the Ishimura. You should check her out when you get up there." Simon shudders inwardly at that before cutting off the transmission. Anyone that old pervert was checking out was probably someone best left alone.
After the fairly long trip to the main lab area of the ship, Simon enters and is immediately bumped into by a scientist, who promptly spills his cup of coffee all over his own jacket as he hits the floor. "Watch it, pal," Simon chastises the man, his voice muffled slightly by his suit's helmet. "You people called me up here to fix a ruined door. Where the hell is it?" The man points in the direction of it and Simon gets to work immediately, taking the time to inspect the damage. Sure enough, whatever had been spilled on the door had eaten through it and melted it. Furrowing his brow, Simon runs his hand across it, before reaching for his plasma cutter.
"Are you the one they sent up to fix the door?" A slightly accented voice questions, prompting Simon to look up from his careful inspection of the door. He finds a pretty woman with long dark hair, cold brown eyes, and a nicely tanned skin tone, wearing the rather typical scientist's garb of a white overcoat and dress shirt, with a slightly short black skirt and heels. From her accent, Simon figures she is of Hispanic descent, though he could possibly be wrong. "Yeah, that'd be me --"
"It's about time. I sent a report about it to the captain well over an hour ago, and he just now decided to do something about it, it seems." Simon is caught slightly off guard by her sudden outburst, but recovers quickly. "The captain's a real asshole like that sometimes. And no offense, but what the hell are you people mixing up here? You have any idea what these things are made out of?" He bangs his hand against the door, listening to the solid metal clank that reverberates from it as he does so.
"Not authorized to tell you that. But if you must know, you'll find this to be my cousin's doing. It's her first flight and she was rushing. I'm just glad she didn't spill it on herself." Simon nods his head at that. "Yeah, I understand. The Ishimura's a pretty lively place, especially when you're just getting started. Anyway, I'm --"
"Hey Issy! Making friends?" Simon silences himself as another Hispanic woman saunters up, this one much more scantily clad by scientist standards, with the usual white lab coat and skirt and a black dress shirt with more than a few buttons undone, showing off a rather generous amount of cleavage. "No. This engineer was just wondering how this happened. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work." Simon watches as the woman briskly walks off with nary a word more.
"You'll have to excuse my cousin Isabela, she takes herself a bit too seriously," The other woman remarks with a laugh and a much more pleasant tone. "I'm Cynthia Velasquez, and unfortunately the reason why you're here." She offers her hand for Simon to shake, which he does. "Simon Gabriels. I work in Engineering." He replies. "Nice to meet you. I like your suit." Cynthia adds, which causes him to laugh. "Ha, I suppose it is pretty nice. Trust me though, it gets old wearing these suits after the first week or so. So if I heard right, this is your first planet crack, huh?" Simon asks, deciding to stop and make a little conversation with her. The bathroom wasn't exactly a priority area that people needed opened immediately at the moment.
"Yes, though I wasn't expecting how difficult it would be. The Ishimura's a beautiful vessel, but there's always so much to do every day... I can't keep up with it all." Cynthia replies, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I understand. You seem like you're managing all right, though. My first month was probably the worst time I've had ever, but I've been here four years, so you'll survive." Simon tells her, causing her to smile.
"Thanks. That's nice of you to say regardless," The two stand in silence for a moment before Cynthia continues. "So what was the deal with those two shuttles that crashed into the hull a couple days ago? Everyone's been asking but the captain hasn't released any information." She asks. "That..." Simon pauses, grateful for once that he hadn't removed his helmet.
"The shuttles came from the colony below us, right after we lost all contact with them when we cracked the planet open. The captain gave a no-fly order during the operations, so the Ishimura fired on them. One crashed in the hangar bay, where I was at the time, and another crashed and burned on the hull -- which they're still cleaning up, mind you. But the weirdest part is, I swear I saw something leave the shuttle and disappear into the air vents before everyone got there." He explains, remembering the unsettling feeling in his stomach as the shuttle had smashed in with no warning whatsoever.
"Hmm. Maybe you've just been working too hard. I feel like I've been seeing things the past couple of days myself." Cynthia remarks. "Yeah, that's what I told myself, until me and a couple other engineers cut the shuttle open with a line gun. We found a lot of blood in there, I mean a LOT of blood. Like someone had slaughtered a pair of cattle inside the shuttle. But there were no corpses inside. Listen, I know it sounds absolutely crazy, but I think that shuttle was carrying something that we don't know about."
"...That's unsettling, Simon." Cynthia remarks with a shudder. "Yeah. Still, it could all be nothing. Probably is, in all honesty. But listen, we've talked long enough and I need to get back to my duties, so why don't I cut this door open for you guys? We can always chat some more later when we have more free time. Erm, if you'd like to, that is." Simon offers somewhat awkwardly, not entirely used to dealing with women who weren't tired and haggard by the hard work that was done each day on the Ishimura.
"I think I'd like that, too many people around here are workaholics with no time to stand and talk. My cousin and I share a room, but that shouldn't be too big of a deal. Here, I'll sync the room's coordinates with your RIG." Cynthia takes him by the hand, pressing a few buttons on his suit. "There you go. Don't keep me waiting." Cynthia winks at him before turning about and walking off, leaving Simon standing there to watch the sway of her hips as she returns to her work station. Simon shakes his head, turning his attention back to the door and flicking the plasma cutter on. The other scientists were probably getting pretty cranky with their lack of a bathroom at the moment.
With one quick, precise cut, the door cracks open, to the cheers of the scientists around him. "There we go. Now I just need to fix a few of the wires so it can open and close again, and we'll be --" Simon pauses as he hears a loud bang in the vent duct nearby. "What the hell was that?" He questions, not moving closer to it. The noise is soon followed by more, and judging from the direction appear to be moving upwards, almost as if someone were climbing up the vent shaft. This piques his curiosity, so he moves closer and places a hand on the duct, peering inside and using the light from his helmet as a makeshift flashlight of sorts.
Without warning the grate on the duct explodes open as something large leaps through from the dark abyss, toppling the engineer over. Screams of panic soon fill the air, along with the sound of growling and snarling that wasn't exactly human. As he gets to his feet, Simon spies a horrific looking creature not seen outside of cheap sci-fi gorefests standing atop a now dead scientist, brutally mauling his bloody corpse with a pair of incisors sprouting from its back. He can hear yet another vent explode in the distance, along with a panicked scream from yet another scientist as another of the creatures reaches down from the ceiling, impaling the poor schmuck through the chest before dragging him back up into the ducts as more and more jump down from above, beginning to flood the room.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Simon swears loudly, watching the carnage as the pack of creatures possessing very striking -- yet at the same time twisted -- human features descend upon the noncombatants in the room, mowing them down like ravenous beasts with no regard whatsoever, while all he could do was watch on in horror -- until he realized that he was quite literally backed into a corner. Gotta move!
Gripping his plasma cutter tight, Simon begins skirting around the bloody chaos as quickly as possible, trying not to garner too much attention to himself. As he reaches the midway point of the room, however, he spies two familiar faces in the crowd, both in dire straits. Cynthia is quite literally backed into a corner with a creature slowly encroaching upon her, her screams almost drowned out by all the others. Isabela is also fending one off that is entirely upon her, holding onto the creatures sharp talons as it pins her against a table.
"Shit, and me without my god damn Stasis Module. I can't just leave them to die... Can I?"
Simon Gabriels
RIG: 100%
Fatigue: 0%
Entourage: Nobody
Inventory: Plasma Cutter, Kinesis Module, Forged Engineering Suit
A) Cynthia is in a good bit of trouble at the moment, and she is likely not nearly strong enough to fight off the Necromorph on her own, so she could really use the help
B) Isabela is in fairly dire straits at the moment, showing a surprising bit of strength by holding the Necromorph at bay, but how long can she hold out?
C) It's probably best not to risk anything at the moment, Simon has to warn the rest of the Ishimura's crew before it's too late and doesn't have the time to save anyone
If A or B:
1) Bumrush the Necromorph assailing the chosen woman, there's no time to waste and Simon's added weight from his suit might be enough to knock the bastard over with ease
2) Take aim with the potentially deadly plasma cutter in his hand, it can likely slice through the creatures with ease but there is the risk of hitting either woman by accident
3) Grab a vial of chemicals off one of the nearby tables and splash it on the Necromorph, while it is time consuming there is a good chance it will contain something volatile, though there may not be enough time to do so
And regardless of either A or B, what should happen next?
4) Whoever is saved will need a suit and weapon of their own, so a trip down to the Engineering or Mining Decks would be a worthy venture
5) Rush to the nearest safe area and contact all decks on the Ishimura, the crew must be warned about the threat so defensive measures can be taken and a safe zone away from the Necromorphs would be nice to have
6) A run to the escape pods could be fruitful, perhaps they can nab an early flight or at least secure a way off the Ishimura should the Security Deparment be unable to put these things down
"Yeah, yeah..."
Light floods the area as engineer Simon Gabriels activates his Kinesis module, grabbing the heavy power core and shifting it in the air with ease. Turning back and making sure his route is clear, he brings the floating object back, shoving it into the massive machine's opening. The machine gives a roar as it returns to life, once again beginning to smelt down the ore. "There we go. Everything green up there, Adam?" Simon asks to the miner on the catwalk above him, who was watching the gauges.
"Good to go as always, Simon. Nice work. That should take care of the problems on our end. Hey, you still on for drinks later? We're throwing together a poker game." Adam questions, leaning over the railing. "If I can get all this shit done in time, sure. I could use a stiff drink after all the work they've been putting me through today." Simon replies, stretching and letting out a groan of discomfort as his sore muscles are pulled out.
"Hey Simon, you finished with the Mining Deck job yet?" The gruff voice of the chief engineer, Jacob Vikram, echoes through his suit's communication suite. "Just got finished, Jake. They needed a new power core. Everything all right?" Simon asks. "Yeah, I just got a call from the Research Wing though. Grab a plasma cutter, they need you up there."
"Naturally," Simon remarks under his breath as Adam tosses down a cutter from the area above him, which he barely manages to catch. "What's the deal? Pardon my language, but it's gotta be something pretty fucked up if they need a tool made for slicing ore up there." He asks, moving toward the door.
"Oh, one of the people up there dropped some kinda acid shit on the bathroom door somehow, and it fused together. They need someone up there to cut that shit apart." Simon slams the door's panel a little too hard, and soon enough it hisses open. "Any idea who it was? You know I hate getting pulled away from my work to clean up somebody else's shit." He asks. "Ah, a new girl that just joined us here on the Ishimura. You should check her out when you get up there." Simon shudders inwardly at that before cutting off the transmission. Anyone that old pervert was checking out was probably someone best left alone.
After the fairly long trip to the main lab area of the ship, Simon enters and is immediately bumped into by a scientist, who promptly spills his cup of coffee all over his own jacket as he hits the floor. "Watch it, pal," Simon chastises the man, his voice muffled slightly by his suit's helmet. "You people called me up here to fix a ruined door. Where the hell is it?" The man points in the direction of it and Simon gets to work immediately, taking the time to inspect the damage. Sure enough, whatever had been spilled on the door had eaten through it and melted it. Furrowing his brow, Simon runs his hand across it, before reaching for his plasma cutter.
"Are you the one they sent up to fix the door?" A slightly accented voice questions, prompting Simon to look up from his careful inspection of the door. He finds a pretty woman with long dark hair, cold brown eyes, and a nicely tanned skin tone, wearing the rather typical scientist's garb of a white overcoat and dress shirt, with a slightly short black skirt and heels. From her accent, Simon figures she is of Hispanic descent, though he could possibly be wrong. "Yeah, that'd be me --"
"It's about time. I sent a report about it to the captain well over an hour ago, and he just now decided to do something about it, it seems." Simon is caught slightly off guard by her sudden outburst, but recovers quickly. "The captain's a real asshole like that sometimes. And no offense, but what the hell are you people mixing up here? You have any idea what these things are made out of?" He bangs his hand against the door, listening to the solid metal clank that reverberates from it as he does so.
"Not authorized to tell you that. But if you must know, you'll find this to be my cousin's doing. It's her first flight and she was rushing. I'm just glad she didn't spill it on herself." Simon nods his head at that. "Yeah, I understand. The Ishimura's a pretty lively place, especially when you're just getting started. Anyway, I'm --"
"Hey Issy! Making friends?" Simon silences himself as another Hispanic woman saunters up, this one much more scantily clad by scientist standards, with the usual white lab coat and skirt and a black dress shirt with more than a few buttons undone, showing off a rather generous amount of cleavage. "No. This engineer was just wondering how this happened. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work." Simon watches as the woman briskly walks off with nary a word more.
"You'll have to excuse my cousin Isabela, she takes herself a bit too seriously," The other woman remarks with a laugh and a much more pleasant tone. "I'm Cynthia Velasquez, and unfortunately the reason why you're here." She offers her hand for Simon to shake, which he does. "Simon Gabriels. I work in Engineering." He replies. "Nice to meet you. I like your suit." Cynthia adds, which causes him to laugh. "Ha, I suppose it is pretty nice. Trust me though, it gets old wearing these suits after the first week or so. So if I heard right, this is your first planet crack, huh?" Simon asks, deciding to stop and make a little conversation with her. The bathroom wasn't exactly a priority area that people needed opened immediately at the moment.
"Yes, though I wasn't expecting how difficult it would be. The Ishimura's a beautiful vessel, but there's always so much to do every day... I can't keep up with it all." Cynthia replies, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I understand. You seem like you're managing all right, though. My first month was probably the worst time I've had ever, but I've been here four years, so you'll survive." Simon tells her, causing her to smile.
"Thanks. That's nice of you to say regardless," The two stand in silence for a moment before Cynthia continues. "So what was the deal with those two shuttles that crashed into the hull a couple days ago? Everyone's been asking but the captain hasn't released any information." She asks. "That..." Simon pauses, grateful for once that he hadn't removed his helmet.
"The shuttles came from the colony below us, right after we lost all contact with them when we cracked the planet open. The captain gave a no-fly order during the operations, so the Ishimura fired on them. One crashed in the hangar bay, where I was at the time, and another crashed and burned on the hull -- which they're still cleaning up, mind you. But the weirdest part is, I swear I saw something leave the shuttle and disappear into the air vents before everyone got there." He explains, remembering the unsettling feeling in his stomach as the shuttle had smashed in with no warning whatsoever.
"Hmm. Maybe you've just been working too hard. I feel like I've been seeing things the past couple of days myself." Cynthia remarks. "Yeah, that's what I told myself, until me and a couple other engineers cut the shuttle open with a line gun. We found a lot of blood in there, I mean a LOT of blood. Like someone had slaughtered a pair of cattle inside the shuttle. But there were no corpses inside. Listen, I know it sounds absolutely crazy, but I think that shuttle was carrying something that we don't know about."
"...That's unsettling, Simon." Cynthia remarks with a shudder. "Yeah. Still, it could all be nothing. Probably is, in all honesty. But listen, we've talked long enough and I need to get back to my duties, so why don't I cut this door open for you guys? We can always chat some more later when we have more free time. Erm, if you'd like to, that is." Simon offers somewhat awkwardly, not entirely used to dealing with women who weren't tired and haggard by the hard work that was done each day on the Ishimura.
"I think I'd like that, too many people around here are workaholics with no time to stand and talk. My cousin and I share a room, but that shouldn't be too big of a deal. Here, I'll sync the room's coordinates with your RIG." Cynthia takes him by the hand, pressing a few buttons on his suit. "There you go. Don't keep me waiting." Cynthia winks at him before turning about and walking off, leaving Simon standing there to watch the sway of her hips as she returns to her work station. Simon shakes his head, turning his attention back to the door and flicking the plasma cutter on. The other scientists were probably getting pretty cranky with their lack of a bathroom at the moment.
With one quick, precise cut, the door cracks open, to the cheers of the scientists around him. "There we go. Now I just need to fix a few of the wires so it can open and close again, and we'll be --" Simon pauses as he hears a loud bang in the vent duct nearby. "What the hell was that?" He questions, not moving closer to it. The noise is soon followed by more, and judging from the direction appear to be moving upwards, almost as if someone were climbing up the vent shaft. This piques his curiosity, so he moves closer and places a hand on the duct, peering inside and using the light from his helmet as a makeshift flashlight of sorts.
Without warning the grate on the duct explodes open as something large leaps through from the dark abyss, toppling the engineer over. Screams of panic soon fill the air, along with the sound of growling and snarling that wasn't exactly human. As he gets to his feet, Simon spies a horrific looking creature not seen outside of cheap sci-fi gorefests standing atop a now dead scientist, brutally mauling his bloody corpse with a pair of incisors sprouting from its back. He can hear yet another vent explode in the distance, along with a panicked scream from yet another scientist as another of the creatures reaches down from the ceiling, impaling the poor schmuck through the chest before dragging him back up into the ducts as more and more jump down from above, beginning to flood the room.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Simon swears loudly, watching the carnage as the pack of creatures possessing very striking -- yet at the same time twisted -- human features descend upon the noncombatants in the room, mowing them down like ravenous beasts with no regard whatsoever, while all he could do was watch on in horror -- until he realized that he was quite literally backed into a corner. Gotta move!
Gripping his plasma cutter tight, Simon begins skirting around the bloody chaos as quickly as possible, trying not to garner too much attention to himself. As he reaches the midway point of the room, however, he spies two familiar faces in the crowd, both in dire straits. Cynthia is quite literally backed into a corner with a creature slowly encroaching upon her, her screams almost drowned out by all the others. Isabela is also fending one off that is entirely upon her, holding onto the creatures sharp talons as it pins her against a table.
"Shit, and me without my god damn Stasis Module. I can't just leave them to die... Can I?"
Simon Gabriels
RIG: 100%
Fatigue: 0%
Entourage: Nobody
Inventory: Plasma Cutter, Kinesis Module, Forged Engineering Suit
A) Cynthia is in a good bit of trouble at the moment, and she is likely not nearly strong enough to fight off the Necromorph on her own, so she could really use the help
B) Isabela is in fairly dire straits at the moment, showing a surprising bit of strength by holding the Necromorph at bay, but how long can she hold out?
C) It's probably best not to risk anything at the moment, Simon has to warn the rest of the Ishimura's crew before it's too late and doesn't have the time to save anyone
If A or B:
1) Bumrush the Necromorph assailing the chosen woman, there's no time to waste and Simon's added weight from his suit might be enough to knock the bastard over with ease
2) Take aim with the potentially deadly plasma cutter in his hand, it can likely slice through the creatures with ease but there is the risk of hitting either woman by accident
3) Grab a vial of chemicals off one of the nearby tables and splash it on the Necromorph, while it is time consuming there is a good chance it will contain something volatile, though there may not be enough time to do so
And regardless of either A or B, what should happen next?
4) Whoever is saved will need a suit and weapon of their own, so a trip down to the Engineering or Mining Decks would be a worthy venture
5) Rush to the nearest safe area and contact all decks on the Ishimura, the crew must be warned about the threat so defensive measures can be taken and a safe zone away from the Necromorphs would be nice to have
6) A run to the escape pods could be fruitful, perhaps they can nab an early flight or at least secure a way off the Ishimura should the Security Deparment be unable to put these things down