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Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Forge » Sat Jun 02, 2018 7:56 pm




The Ancensionists aren't exactly your typical doomsday cult. Yes, they believe that life in the universe is ultimately doomed. Yes, they're pretty sure they have the answer. Unfortunately, rather than resorting to a targeted campaign of knocking on doors and handing out leaflets, the Ascension cult decided that the quickest route to salvation lay in embracing technology and slowly-but-surely overcoming the frailty of flesh with mechanical alternatives. Not a huge problem in and of itself, except for the fact that they have a "convert first, ask questions later" approach to bringing in new members. Roaming from planet to planet under the guidance of their Machine Priests, the Ascensionists were a veritable scourge for much of the last Century, abducting citizenry left, right and center until a series of pitched battles with the Consortium saw their armada driven to the outer systems.

For the most part, this arrangement has suited (almost) everyone. The Consortium protects its member worlds without the cost of a drawn out campaign, while the Ascensionists roam the dark places and only scoop up the lost and unwary to join their ranks. It's the sort of sacrifice that everyone was content to quietly ignore - except, the cult isn't being so quiet these days. Attacks on Consortium colonies have increased, and the Ascensionists are taking more than just people in each raid. Rumours abound of Machine Priests spotted close to the core systems, and of a great device being built in the outer reaches.

That's where you come in. The Consortium, concerned and under pressure from a slightly unhappy populace, have ordered Captain Darcy and the Raptor to investigate the cult and put a stop to their activities if he can. The mission was going well, too, until a psychic attack by the Something Else rendered Darcy about as much use as a sack of potatoes. Still - you're here, and you're passably qualified to carry out the job in his absence. Let's get to it, shall we?



Meanwhile, on the bridge of the CSS Raptor...
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Rick » Sun Jun 03, 2018 3:32 am

Arnold sauntered over to his seat, a data pad tucked under his right arm and a cup of hot coffee shakily held by his left hand, grumbling something about how cold the room was as he placed his cup on top of the medical pod currently holding the body of one Captain Darcy.

“Mornin’ Darcy, get a good night’s rest?” Arnold chuckled as he took his seat, plopping down with a satisfying “Ah”, though he did find the feel of the cold plastic chair rubbing against his bare legs uncomfortable.

Arnold had made it a habit to get up early in the morning every day so he could have a moment of privacy with Captain Darcy as he read over some medical journals, woodworking articles, and tabloids about aliens taking human jobs in the core sector.

“I’ll tell ya, Darcy, it wasn’t like this back in my day, no sir, a man had a right to work and to protect his family, nowadays you have to move aside so some fish headed freak can take your job and you have to be thankful! I joined the force to keep good men alive, now these days I have to put neon colored guts back inside some cyborg cat like it isn’t completely unnatural…I tell ya, it isn’t like the old days at all,” Arnold sighed and changed the article he was reading to one about another Ancensionist kidnapping.

“Hrmph, buncha kids listening to alien music makes them turn into this,” Arnold smacked his data pad with the back of his hand,” Wanting to live forever, unnatural, Darcy, utterly unnatural.”

Arnold was currently wearing nothing but a white t-shirt with old coffee stains, tightie whities, and a purple bathrobe as he sipped on his coffee and kept talking to the unconscious Darcy.

“Psychic attack, hmm, what can I even do to help you all the way out here, Darcy, you sure didn’t make this easy, I mean, giving a spot on this ship to a bird with a gun! All this time in space has really screwed with your head, and the others aren’t much better. That crazy robot is going to snap any second, and the glob in the suit will be right behind him,” Arnold turned off his data pad and set it on top of Darcy’s pod, placing his hand on the cold glass.

“We really need you back, old friend, these kids are going to get us all killed trying to stop these goth zombies, and I am way too close to retirement, I won’t die out here, Darcy, I won’t.”
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Post by Georgeanna » Sun Jun 03, 2018 5:53 am

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Little flashing lights blinked up at Nita cheerfully as she sat at her console, legs tucked underneath her. The signals glinted off of her shaded glasses as she flicked various switches to get diagnostics on the Raptor’s navigation systems, engines, and fuel level. She was quiet and meditative while she worked, having sat there for hours already. Sleep constantly evaded her, and the sight of deep space was her steadfast companion. Her chair was her chapel and the controls at her fingers were her religion. The pale spots on the Nychyon’s skin glinted softly, mimicking those on her screen, making the area directly around her glow a bit brighter with the diffused light.

Letting out a small sigh, Nita leaned back in her chair and went back to her contemplations. It hadn’t been long since the captain had fallen to some psychic hiding in the wings, and the idea concerned the alien more than she liked to admit. They were in the middle of a job, one that could change everything, and now? They were without a captain; not even a second in command had been named to take his place. Nervousness squirmed in the pilot’s stomach. If this failed, Nita would be without funds and employment. Reputation didn’t build itself easily, and she had hardly done enough jobs to justify anyone else hiring her. Returning to Nych was inevitable unless this mission went well. The stress ate at her calm, forcing her to guide her focus to the stars that surrounded the ship, twinkling obliviously to her worries. Finding no solace, she closed her eyes and paid attention to her breathing.

Sparky wasn’t particularly close with anyone on the ship. Now with the captain out of commission, her place on the ship felt even more uncertain. Their team was without guidance and she wondered if they had no one to lead them, would they be able to complete their job or would their team fall apart. Her thoughts had her wandering aimlessly through the ship. She wasn’t particularly close with anyone, no, but she rather liked being part of a team and trying to integrate into another group of people with so little experience…

The young woman ended up on the bridge and she spotted their pilot, looking deep in thought. Or, well, it was hard to tell with her sometimes. “Mind if I sit with you?” Sparky asked after only a brief (read: minute long) hesitation.

If she had been anyone else on the ship, Nita might’ve jumped at Sparky’s approach, but she had heard her standing there breathing quietly. So, it wasn’t surprising when the young adventurer finally spoke.

“Feel free,” she said with a quiet voice, gesturing an empty chair to her right without so much as opening her eyes. “Nice to speak to you again. I was concerned that the crew might be a little too rattled by recent events to socialize much.” The alien’s voice was melodic and calm, betraying nothing of her inner turmoil. She had learned to speak to humans quickly, though her voice still held its original accent, making the words sound more like a song than a statement.

She practically dropped herself in the chair beside Nita. The alien had a calming presence and Sparky liked listening to her talk. It always made it feel like things were going to be alright. “It has been rather quiet, lately,” she agreed. “I’m feeling a little… aimless, at the moment.”

“That tends to happen when decisions are to be made. This job has to go well, I can’t afford any other option,” the Nychyon replied, a slight urgency creeping into her voice.

“Neither can I,” Sparky said, eyeing one of the brightly colored buttons. How did Nita know which one to press? “I barely got hired for this crew and with no one to give me a recommendation…” She trailed off, staring at the different blinking buttons.

Nita opened her eyes, looking blearily over at Sparky. Exhaustion was overwhelming her; when was the last time she had slept? “We do have options, just a matter of time before one of them takes hold.”

“I've been thinking about them,” she said “our options. I wish there was more we could do than waiting, yanno.” she shrugged. “I think I'm just really stressed ever since it all happened.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, Nita smiled. “Yeah, stressed is a bit of an understatement as far as I’m concerned. I’m just hoping this all works out,” she said rubbing her face with one softly glowing hand. “I don’t have a contingency plan; this is the only one I can think of.”

Sparky laughed. It's not that it was funny, except that it kind of was. “It's a good plan, so it has to work.” Otherwise, they were out of options, and they both needed this. “It will work,” it was said with more confidence then she felt, but it couldn't hurt to have a little more confidence.

From where the medpods were housed, Nita could hear Arnie softly mumbling to Darcy. The words were distinct, but she did her best to avoid prying. All the noises in the ship made it easy, the Nychyon choosing to focus on the smallest of noises from the engine--the clicking of a single mechanism that kept rhythm. “At least one of us seems to be alright with all of this,” she commented. “Please tell me he’s not dressed in that awful bathrobe.”

Rolling her eyes, Sparky shuddered. “I walked by him yesterday morning and he was in there in his underwear beneath the robe. It is not a pretty sight. All that wrinkled old man parts barely covered. Ugh.
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Post by Śaraṯkṣati » Sun Jun 03, 2018 10:24 am

“Rally to the crimson flag,
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It was game day in Sayiina Wu’s quarters.

Really, any day could be game day if Wu so desired: she had a veritable warehouse’s worth of maandhan games at her disposal, recordings of everything from legendary old tournament plays—fuzzy video and muffled audio of the sport’s most historic games, from back in the most rudimentary days of holorecording—to games she had grown up watching. Hell, she even had some videos of her own school tourneys, for when she was feeling particularly nostalgic.

But today was no ordinary game day. Today was special. Today happened only once in a crow’s sunrise. Today, the flight path of the ship and the timing of the tourneys back home had coincided just right for Wu to tune into a real treat: a live game. Not only that, it was So-Dhaat against Miriyun, and you had better believe Wu was ready to see So-Dhaat kick those hoity-toity, hifalutin, prissy northerners from one end of the field to the other.

“So-Dhaat, you’re the pride of the dunes,” she continued to bellow in time (if not in tune) with the field singers on the holoscreen. As she sang, she whisked over to the minifridge to retrieve some booze for the game, kicking the fridge shut and twisting the cap off the bottle. “And we know you’ll do us proud, when you charge onto the field—” The song, and her voice, reached a fever pitch of volume and enthusiasm. “—Do us proud, sons and daughters of So-!”

And then, just as she belted out the last syllable, she realised the din of the crowd and the harmonies of the field singers beneath her voice had vanished.

“Hey!” She whipped around indignantly, and found that the images of players assembling on the field and fans screaming for blood had vanished from the screen. Now, instead, the words ‘connection lost’ were emblazoned across it.

“Oh, come on,” she groused. She marched up to the screen, on the far wall across from her bed (for the rare occasion in which she felt like watching a game without leaping into the air whenever her favoured team scored) and gave it a helpful slap to the side. No dice: if anything, she almost thought she saw the letters on the lost connection disclaimer get bigger and brighter in defiance. Damn her homeworld’s abysmal, backwards interstellar broadcasting technology. Every damn advertising channel out of Azor comes through clear as a summer day, but I can’t watch a game without the alignment of the stars, a blood sacrifice, and written permission from the Consortium Chancellor, she thought, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at the screen.

When said glaring failed to get the universe to reconsider its apparent grudge against her, Wu sighed, and screwed the cap back onto the bottle. She’d have to wait, she resolved, until somebody back home, some saint, put a recording up somewhere in the murky corners of the space internet so she could download it. In the meantime, she’d just have to content herself with knowing that even as she set the bottle back in the fridge and made to exit her quarters, So-Dhaat was definitely kicking Miriyun’s ass. She’d made that prediction the last dozen or so times So-Dhaat had lost by fifty-point margins to Miriyun, but by God, she had a good feeling about this game.

And good feelings were in short supply nowadays, at least on the CSS Raptor. You could just about feel it in the air: folks had been apprehensive ever since the old bastard had gone and gotten himself psychic'd into a medpod. They were scared, and who was Wu to fault them for that? Darcy was their captain. To some, he was more than that.

Wu wasn't afraid, though. She'd been working with Darcy long enough to know it'd take more than this to keep him from leading them valiantly (some might say harebrainedly) into increasingly absurd and dangerous situations. He'd be back. Until then, they had a job to do, and the fact that it was a job which one scout ship manned by seven ragtag ne'er-do-wells was absolutely not suited for... Well, frankly, that only made the whole thing seem all the more fun to Wu.

The thought put her back in a good mood-- which was never far around the corner in the rare event that Wu was in a foul temper-- and she decided to resume her singing as she came to the bridge, as blithely out-of-tune as ever.
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Post by wadjet » Sun Jun 03, 2018 12:12 pm

The soft clicking of claws on metal echoed down the corridor as the genetic experiment formally known as specimen VM-4291 paced back and forth like a caged animal. Which she technically was, but you’d be better off not telling her that. She just wished she had something to shoot. She didn’t do well with inaction, unlike some crew members who were fine caterwauling while their captain laid in a medpod.

And not only that, he was watched over by that… ‘doctor’ who reminded her of the men from pre-Darcy times. If it weren’t for him, she’d be in the medbay right now, waiting for the captain to wake up. Maybe she should anyways…?

Ugh. Pacing wasn’t helping, and not like she could get out and run off some energy. So with an angry shake of her feathered head, the small dinosaur turned one last time and made her way to the medbay.

She could hear the doctor’s voice, causing her to slow as she got closer, suddenly nervous. Without Captain Dad to stand between them, Indigo wasn’t sure if interacting with the man was a good idea. Her claws tapped nervously on the floor as she hesitated outside the door, before finally peaking her head in. “How is he…?”
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Post by Glassdoor » Mon Jun 04, 2018 8:47 pm

Body of the military android detached itself from the repowering station with an almost inaudible hiss. Then, as all the systems were beeing booted up, Charles Vermington looked at the mechanical hand and tried moving it a bit. As the hand heeded the order, a large grin appeared on the android's face. "Oooooh, yeah, take that, Trigger! Guess whose turn it is! Charlie 1, soulless AI 0!" he shouted and started doing a victory dance. 'The score is actually 2376 to 2377, so I am still "winning".' Sounded Trigger's metallic voice inside of android's head. 'Though I do not see a point to this game. We have the same goal. I would not recommend such frantic movement of the right arm, either. The flamethrower has been rather senstive since the renovation.'

"Screw you, you won't take that moment of happiness from me.”, said Charlie, though he did stop moving and gazed cautiosly at his right hand. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, the android's smile grew even brighter ”Let’s see if everyone else’s day is going as great, eh? Raise the team spirit a bit.” He started walking towards the bridge, jumping slightly with each step. ”Who knows, maybe even the captain is out of the coma!”
'Doubtful. The coma has been induced by an unknown form of psychic assault. Recovery time impossible to predict precisely.
”Oh, hush, you! I’m trying to stay positive here!”
’... Our operating system’s electricity balance is very delicate. Too many protons would result in serious damages to our...’
”GAAAAAAAAAH, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT...”
Charlie stuttered as he entered the bridge, smiling awkwardly at his cremated. ”Er... I meant, good day to you all! Hope you slept well and, unlike me, do NOT hear any annoying voices inside your heads! Because while for me it is... Somewhat normal... For you guys it would mean a serious case of schizophrenia, and we would want NONE of that, would we? God, you guys are lucky you only hear Trigger when he's in control..."

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Complaints about their doctor’s attire bubbled to her lips, but Nita withheld her opinion as more crew joined them in the bridge. People started emerging from the very walls, and Nita quietly observed the eclectic group that had somehow formed a team. She listened to Wu’s singing and smiled--human tunes never failed to lift her spirits. It was then, as she intently focused on the melody that the woman was belting in the bridge, that she heard the clanking of Trigger...or was it Charlie? She never knew, and always flinched with a bit of fear when not knowing who to expect.

Turning her gaze over to the android, it seemed that Charlie was in control today. His demeanor was markedly different than that of his non-human counterpart, and Nita felt herself relax a fraction.

“Morning, Charlie,” she said, lifting one of her hands.

Sparky was still smiling at their gentle mocking of the doctor when she, too, heard the sounds of the rest of their crew moving about. She didn’t miss the heavy steps of Trali--her little nickname for him, that she didn’t dare say to his face because she was slightly terrified of the duo--and the young woman shrank a little in her seat.

Not as observant as the pilot, Sparky raised a brow. “How can you tell?” She whispered to Nita, glancing over her shoulder at the two-in-one that was Charlie and Trigger, giving him a once over to see if she could tell the difference. She offered a timid smile, “Hey,” she greeted, not committing to a name because what if Nita was wrong?

“Oh, the difference is simple, really” Charlie smiled back at Sparky. “Trigger never uses this really expensive, expressive realistic face module. It looks as if someone peeled someone’s face off and glued it to a wooden doll. Er…” Charlie frowned a bit. “Sorry for that mental image. Also, he always turns off this.” The android pointed at his throat. “And he sounds like someone decided to scrape fingernails across twenty blackboards at once.” The latter part of the sentence was spoken in an extremely mechanical voice, completely wiped clean of any emotion. “Sounds awful, doesn’t it?” asked Charlie, once again in his own voice. “Oh, and good morning to you too, Nita!” He said, nodding towards the humanoid.

Nita smiled. That wasn’t the reason she had recognized it was him, but she was hardly one to correct somebody. It wasn’t the facial module, nor the voice mod, it was the way he carried himself, trying to be human in a body that was foreign to him. Her fascination was human behavior, when she wasn’t trying to avoid crashing the ship into an oncoming asteroid, and she had grown accustomed to each of the differences in the crew’s personality.

Great, now she was going to have nightmares starring Charlie’s Creepy Wooden Doll Face. Her timid smile turned into a thin line that could probably be interpreted as a smile in some worlds. Sparky made a mental note to figure out how the locks on her door worked. She still couldn’t figure out how Nita could figure out just by looking, but she wasn’t about to delve further into the idiosyncrasies of Charlie vs. Trigger. “Ah,” was all she said in response, unsure how she was supposed to respond to all that. Desperate to change the subject, she went back to what her and Nita had been discussing. “You know what a great morale booster would be?”

“Actually, as a team’s therapist and psychological evaluator, I have come up with several ideas. I’ve written them all down in my notebook, hold on… Trigger, would you mind opening the personal mechanical pocket?” ’It would serve no purpose.’ sounded Trigger’s mechanical voice inside the android’s head. ’The pocket is for military equipment only. I incinerated the notes since they hold no tactical advantage over any of the foes recorded in the database.’ Charlie opened and closed his mouth a few times and, after shaking his head with disbelief, turned to the others. “However, I believe it’s a better idea if we brainstorm an idea together! It’s team bonding mixed with cooperation practice! So many advantages!”

“Pool party!” Sparky suggested, eagerly. She’d seen the Onboard Aquatherapy and Marine Training Module, but unfortunately hadn’t given it a try, yet. This was the perfect opportunity. “Everyone loves a party,” she explained, holding firm to the idea.

The Nychyon had sat quietly, listening to the two of them excitedly chatter back and forth. She could hardly think of anything worse than swimming, all the water and...ick, but Sparky was evidently excited and Nita was looking for any excuse to think of anything else. “Sure,” she said, getting up leisurely and stretching her limbs like a cat in the sun, trying to not think about submerging herself in liquid. Pulling her hair up in a messy bun, and stumbling with weak legs towards where her quarters were, she chimed back “just going to get something more suited for water! I suggest you two do the same. Let’s call this an OAMTM party, shall we?” She raised her voice as she passed through the bridge, a grin on her face, hoping the other crew members would hear above the chatter.

Sparky brightened with excitement and ran to spread the news before disappearing off to find her own swimsuit.
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“How is he…?”

Arnold looked up from his data pad only to have a face full of scales and sharp teeth jutting at him. His eyes went wide, but only for a second, the lizard Darcy had welcomed into his ship - a decision Arnold did not agree with - still managed to surprise him everytime he saw her. Every instinct in his body screamed out for him to get up and run, but thanks to hours of sensitivity training he had learned to suppress those urges whenever he came across certain species that were more freak-oid instead of humanoid. Everyone on the ship had acclimated well with the creature, but Arnold was a doctor, a man of science. This wasn’t a being that had come from a species that had evolved to sentience the natural way, the scientific way, this was an experiment. At any moment its mind could break, revert back to pure instinct and cut most of the crew down before one of the soldiers could stop it. Arnold became painfully aware that he had been thinking about all this for about thirty seconds while they sat in an awkward silence.

“Ahem, yes, well, no, actually...he’s stable, as it were, so in a way that’s good. Psychic attacks tend be be rather unpredictable, we are lucky he’s just in a coma, gives me a chance to study his condition without worrying about some other ailment,” Arnold’s tighty whities had ridden up his legs and he pulled on them to better adjust.

“Much better, now, uh, what did you say your name was? Ridico? Ridico Trouble? How did you come about meeting the good Captain here?”

“It’s Indigo. Indigo Danger.”

"Hm, yes, close enough," Arnold bumbled.

It’s a lucky thing that she didn’t really care about human notions of modesty or anything, or else she’d probably not even be having this conversation. Or anywhere near the “good” doctor.

She managed a shrug and a slight ruffle of her feathers. “It’s not that interesting of a story. Bunch of guys in uniforms were arguing what to do with me so he stepped in and offered to look after me and give me a job.”

“Hrmmph, that would be our captain, always helping out the underdog,” of course Arnold meant that as an insult, but thanks to his sensitivity training he now kept his barbs subtle.

“He caught you in a bit of trouble, did he?” Arnold rubbed his chin as he studied Indigo more closely, looking into her eyes, trying to see the intelligence behind them,” well, I suppose in a mission such as this a crea- a being such as yourself will prove useful, now, a man my age needs to do his daily exercise to stay nimble, so if you’ll excuse me i’m off to the onboard aquatherapy and marine training module.”

Arnold stood, picked up his coffee cup and stuck his datapad under his arm as he slinked off to his room to grab his swimming cap and speedo.
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Post by Forge » Mon Jul 02, 2018 7:53 pm

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]You're all having a great time at your impromptu pool OAMTM party, despite the fact that Consortium guidelines clearly state that the facilities are not for recreational use. The water's warm, the deckchairs are probably not regulation, the tiki bar definitely isn't, and despite Arnold's disturbing choice of apparel you're all pretty relaxed considering your commanding officer is in a telepathically-induced coma. Or, you would be, if it wasn't for that piercing, repetitive sound! What even is that??

Oh. Right. The proximity alarm.

That normally only goes off when the Raptor is on a collision course with a celestial object of significant size - or when someone shoots at you with a torpedo. Judging by the resounding boom and subsequent shuddering that runs through the ship, you all assume it's the latter, which the Raptor helpfully confirms ten seconds later by announcing that a munitions impact has been detected. Judging by the holographic displays the shot didn't breach your shields, but it's probably a good idea to do something Spaceship crew-like in the near future.
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Post by BrookeDi » Tue Jul 03, 2018 1:39 am

Sparky had made it into the pool relatively quickly and was busy swimming laps, waiting for the rest of the crew to join their get-together. When she reached the opposite end of the pool and came up for hair, she got an eyeful of Arnie's hair, knobbly, old-man knees, and his speedo. She quickly sank back beneath the water, trying to let the chemicals in the water burn the image out of her eyes.

It didn't work.

By the time the rest of the crew had joined them, and with a little help from the Tiki-Bar, Sparky was able to move past his more-than-questionable attire and enjoy herself. She couldn't speak for the rest of them, but the moment of relaxation was exactly what she needed to regroup from the attack on their captain. She was floating on her back, eyes closed, and just enjoying the feel of the water lapping over her when she heard an obnoxious noise dully through the water. She sat up to see what it was, only to have her ears assaulted by the proximity alarm. Before she could react to that, the ship shook, sloshing the pool water everywhere, some of it into her mouth. God, she hoped no one had peed in the pool. With some effort, Sparky swam to the edge and pulled herself out of the water. She made eye contact with Nita, blinked once, and then rushed for a towel.

She slipped. The fall was small but painful. The explorer grimaced and clutched at her wrist. She didn't even bother explaining that she was going for an ice-pack, only pulled herself up and grabbed a towel. On the run to the medical bay, she worked on drying herself off. Outside the door, she paused to wrap her brown hair in the towel, and she began searching for the ice pack; during her search, she tripped, landing awkwardly on the doctor's console. She paused, listening to the sounds around her, took a deep breath, and then continued until she found her ice pack.

Minutes later she was on the bridge--never mind that she was still in a bathing suit--consulting her maps. They were close enough that it wouldn't be surprising if it were the Ascensionists hitting them. "What do we know?" She asked since the others had already been gathered for a few minutes.
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Post by Georgeanna » Tue Jul 03, 2018 1:51 am

Nita hadn’t touched the water, instead opting to let the other splish around in the tepid liquid. She did her best not to appear disgusted, but one can only do so much. If they all wished to lounge in their own filth, suspended in the transparent liquid--ick. It wasn’t for her. Her sunglasses rested lightly on her nose as she lay by the side of the pool, lazily trailing her speckled hand back and forth across the towel she relaxed on. There wasn’t music, but she wished there was, as she slowly let her eyes droop…

The ship seemed to move underneath her, her sensitive hearing being aggressively tested by the resounding boom. Throwing her hands over her ears, the pilot sat up, nearly knocking the glasses off of her face. Water seemed to rush at her and she leaped back, trying to avoid contact, and sped towards the bridge. She met Sparky’s glance and quickly scurried off to the bridge. Whatever this threat was couldn’t wait for their party to conclude. Cold air whipped around her body as she ran, clearing her of her sleepy stupor. She all but hurtled herself into her chair, once a sanctuary and now a battle station.

What is going on? The thoughts swirled around her head, mingling with logic. Suddenly, Sparky burst back into the bridge, drawing Nita’s attention away from her controls.
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Looking back to space, Nita strained to know, to find meaning amongst the stars that twinkled on merrily as if nothing had just gone wrong. Ah, there it was. A ship, gods know how ancient, though there was something about it that caused the pilot’s brain to whir. This ship didn’t look standard; there had to be some sort of upgrade or modification, which was common among groups that the Nychyon didn’t particularly want to fight with. If only she could get a better look at what weapons they were wielding…

“Ship outside, old, possibly modified. Otherwise, I really just don’t know,” the alien said with a hint of frustration. She wasn’t used to feeling confused, and anxiety somersaulted in her stomach.
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Rick » Fri Jul 13, 2018 2:50 am

Arnold was currently reading the latest medical journal published by the Academy as he lazily lounged near the pool, most of it was research on cybernetic prosthetics and dealing with complications regarding damaged nerve endings after installment. Nothing he could use when their crewmember Charlie eventually snapped.

“I’ll just have to use my trusty pistol,” Arnold mumbled to himself, surprisingly there wasn’t a touch of malice in his words.
Arnold felt sorry for Charlie, a good man placed in the body of an android, Charlie’s mind would reject the android body and he would go insane, murdering the crew in their sleep. Arnold had seen it before in his younger days, it would be best to end him before he took innocent lives. As Charlie passed by Arnold gave him a wave and a smile, then stood to go to the bathroom before he jumped into the pool for his daily exercise. As Arnold sat on the crapper the entire ship shook and that blasted alarm went off. Arnold covered his ears, but it wouldn’t stop. He finished up and headed to the bridge of the ship, still in his speedos but wearing his pink bathrobe that he had failed to tie.

The alien girl and Sparky booth looked out the window, clearly confused. Arnold almost blew a gasket.

“Perhaps our pilot would like to begin evasive maneuvers? If my calculations are correct, and I understand I am a man of medicine and not physics so please take this with a grain of salt, but I believe every time the ship shakes it means we are under fucking fire!” Arnold snapped at the two female crew members before storming out of the bridge and heading towards the laser cannons.

In his younger years Arnold had served on a war ship, ship to ship combat was nothing new to him and he could operate the laser cannons, or at least that’s what he believed. The alarm was still blaring as he arrived to the first laser cannon on the ship, sitting down and initiating start up. Lights came on, buttons were pushed, and aim was taken.
Arnie, resourceful soul that he is, hops into the gunner's station. After a bit of swearing at it and hitting things, he takes aim and rattles the attacking ship with a volley of laser fire as it tries to swoop past like a badass. Take that, mysterious interlopers.

The enemy ship's shields hold for the time being, but they flicker dangerously along the length of the vessel. It's a solid hit for a man who just went swimming in his underwear.
“Huzzah!” Arnie exclaimed as his hit landed,” I still got it!”
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Glassdoor » Fri Jul 13, 2018 7:22 am

Charlie observed the rest of the crew with a smile during the activities at the Onboard Aquatherapy and Marine Training Module. Everyone’s morale seemed high, which, in addition to Charlie being in control of the android body, made the current cycle one of the best cycles he’s had on this ship yet.
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As Charlie passed by Arnold gave him a wave and a smile, then stood to go to the bathroom before he jumped into the pool for his daily exercise.
Charlie waved back at the scientist, smile on the organic mask growing even brighter. He felt that behind all the sass and… Slight xenophobism, Arnold had a heart of gold, and it was one of Charlie’s primary objectives as the Raptor’s therapist to uncover it. Seems as if he were making at least minimal progress on that point. Yes, life can be beautiful sometimes.

Charlie was still smiling when the ship started shaking. Once he managed to keep his balance, he saw tiny lines of red, blinking text forming right on the bottom of his vision:

Enemy attack detected. AI override initiated.

‘No, no, no! Please, Trigger, I can handle this! I’m sure that whoever’s shooting at us will be open for negotiations! Please!’ Charlie’s panicked thoughts flew towards the AI. 'Negative' sounded the android’s metallic voice. ’Negotiation with the hostile vessel unlikely.’” Override completed.”

The last sentence could be heard by everybody present, the android’s panicked expression immediately giving way to cold indifference- the default, most energy saving expression available on the bionic mask. The voice cords have also been switched off, giving the android’s voice ominous, metallic and emotionless tone.
”Activating the battle systems. Analyzing situation…”
Judging by the impact and the size of the ship, Trigger's Munitions Identification Software is 98.6% sure that the other ship is firing bulk standard photon torpedos at you. They're out of date, so the Raptor can soak up at least another five shots without the shields being likely to fail, and it's unlikely that the ship is carrying more than one torpedo launcher. Since Trigger got up on the right side of the bed this morning, he's also pretty sure the other ship has a pair of laser cannons mounted up front as well.
”We have military advantage over the enemy vessel” Trigger said, linking the audio to the ship’s comms and quickly presented the result of his scans. ”I suggest continuing the assault until there is 100% chance the vessel is rendered defenseless. Or neutralised.” It was the strategy guaranteeing the highest percentage of success, according to Trigger’s statistics.

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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by wadjet » Sat Jul 14, 2018 9:31 am

Having decided to not get anywhere near the pool while Arnold was there, Indigo had decided to stay with their comatose captain. And she might have lost her balance when the ship was first hit. But no one else was there, so maybe it didn’t actually happen okay? She’s too graceful for that. Obviously.

Anyways, after shaking her head which totally did not hurt from hitting it shut up, she made a beeline for the bridge. And for some reason the doctor was already there and manning a laser himself? Whatever, time for that later. The little dinosaur hopped onto the other laser station and took aim herself.
Unfortunately Arnie's shots seem to have woken your attackers up in the way that being blasted with lasers tends to do, and Indigo has a more difficult time of it than the scantily-clad doctor. It's a good attempt, but the enemy ship proves a little too wriggly, and her shots go wide. She is, however, free to use any expletives she likes and can punch one console of her choice.
She let out an inhuman shriek in frustration, thankfully not louder than the alarms that are still going off. Which is not helping her headache at all, thank you very much.
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Śaraṯkṣati » Fri Jul 20, 2018 10:31 am

Wu had some rather mixed feelings about large bodies of water-- a term which in this context referred to any assemblage of water larger than a puddle. On one hand, she had always found in them a certain alien beauty she couldn’t help admiring, perhaps because back home such bodies of water were as rare as precious jewels, and she derived an almost child-like delight in the exotic imagery of lakes and oceans and rivers. On the other hand, she generally chose to admire these things from afar, because she took to swimming like a whale took to long-distance running, and if she was going to die then she preferred to do so in a suitably awesome manner, rather than flailing her arms and legs while slowly drowning.

Thus, Wu’s participation in the aquatic festivities unfolding on the Raptor were relegated to keeping at least a little distance between herself and the pool at all times, enough to play it safe. ‘Playing it safe’ evidently applied only to doing her best not to fall into the pool and die, because she was assuredly not playing it safe with the pistol she was practising spinning. After all, what was the point of being good with a gun if you didn’t look cool in the process?

Sadly, she didn’t look very cool at all when, mid-spin, the ship rocked violently, and the pistol went soaring out of Wu’s grasp. It ignored her hands desperately reaching after it and sailed along a beautiful arc that terminated in the middle of the pool.

Wu swore vigorously, but even as the words left her lips, she was already rocketing off towards the nearest laser station. By the time she hopped in, her various curses, swears, and oaths had become an adrenaline-fueled grin. She pulled up the targeting mechanism, and lined up her shot-- oh, it was going to be a good one. The doc may have dinged the bastards first, but this shot, this was going to be the game-winning shot. People would replay clips of this shot on SpaceYouTube for generations to come. She was going to get at least one real snazzy medal, maybe two, for the epic shot she was about to pull off--

“System error.”

Wu blinked, midway through pondering how she was going to arrange her new medals on the uniform she never actually wore anyway. The targeting monitor had crashed, and in the several seconds it took to reboot it, Wu’s perfect shot-- and the accompanying medals-- had vanished into the aether of lost possibilities.

“Son of a gun!” She slammed a fist down on the monitor, which mysteriously failed to rectify the problem, and nearly tripped scampering out of the laser station. Screw lasers. If you wanted a problem solved, then by god, the only way to do it was with your own two hands. If that problem happened to be an interstellar warship moving faster than the speed of light, then so be it.

“I have an idea,” she announced (four words which, from Wu, had historically preceded some of the galaxy’s most certifiably idiotic but rad plans). “I’m going to get in one of the escape pods, blast off, and hijack their ship. Anybody in?”
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Forge » Fri Jul 20, 2018 11:47 pm

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]Emboldened either by your meagre 33% hit rate or the fact that you've yet to take evasive maneuvers, the enemy ship veers in a wide arc and comes at you again. In an expert display of marksmanship (assuming your expertise is in hitting largely static targets) the yellow ship unloads another torpedo in your direction. The shot flares briefly before hurtling toward you and impacting against the shields, resulting in another resounding boom and shuddering throughout the ship. In response, the proximity alarm increases its volume by 50% as if to be sure you can actually hear it. You estimate that you can take about four more shots like that before the shields fail.

At present, the enemy ship is advancing toward you head-on.
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by BrookeDi » Sat Jul 21, 2018 12:35 am

She dropped into a seat, fingers clutching at the map as her lifeline. This is what she wanted, right? Adventure? It was clear they didn't know much, other than the fact that they were being hit, and Sparky had a feeling the Raptor couldn't take too many hits like the ones they'd already suffered.

Arnold's voice broke through her thoughts, and she slanted her eyes at him; who went into a coma and put him in charge? Never mind that he had a point. Sparky is no good with the guns and lasers, so her eyes darted around the bridge looking for some way to be useful. As alarming as the image of Arnie in his speedo shooting lasers at an enemy is, she still mentally cheers--no way she'd do it out loud and give him another reason to yell at her--when he lands a hit.

"Can we turn off the alarm?" She muttered, searching for the controls to do so. They are all sufficiently aware they are under attack; the constant wailing was grating on her nerves, it was making it hard to think, and she was on the verge of a headache. She'd been studying the controls of the ship a lot lately, though, so she found the right switch quickly, flipped it, and the obnoxious noise blessedly stopped. Around her, she could hear the cursing of Wu, and when Sparky turned to look their soldier was busy beating the console. That did not bode well for their situation.

"... You want to board the ship?" They had no way of knowing how many people were on board, what kind of weapons they held, or any other information about what would be waiting for them. This is exploration and adventure, and she needed a way to be helpful other than being familiar with local culture and good with directions.

"I'm in."

The sound of another hit and subsequent shaking of their ship punctuates her sentence, and the proximity alarm goes off once more. She manages to keep her balance and then dashes to get suited up to take off in one of the little pods.
Hurling yourself into an escape pod and firing it haphazardly at a hostile vessel isn't exactly an Academy-approved tactic for ship-to-ship combat, but surprisingly, it works. Sparky feels very adventurous indeed as she slings herself into an escape pod and launches it into the cold, uncaring void in the hopes of hitting a moving target. She feels even better when the pod makes contact with the yellow ship's hull, magnetic locks clamping it into place like a massive mechanical limpet. There's no door on the section of hull you've attached yourself to, but there are sufficient tools inside the pod that you could probably cut your way through the bulkhead.
Once she's landed, Sparky focuses on doing just that--cutting her way through the bulkhead with a rusty pair of wire cutters she found inside her little pod. A sense of foreboding settles in, but she shakes it off. This is going to be great!
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Georgeanna » Sat Jul 21, 2018 6:52 am

Blinking, the slightest bit stupefied and insulted by the assault on the ship, the Nychyon paused just long enough to hear:
Arnold wrote:“Perhaps our pilot would like to begin evasive maneuvers? If my calculations are correct, and I understand I am a man of medicine and not physics so please take this with a grain of salt, but I believe every time the ship shakes it means we are under fucking fire!”
She would’ve been offended, and considered making an angry retort in retribution, but she had to admit that, at least in this one specific instance, Dr. Speedo was right. She nodded sharply at him and turned to her console. Tucking her legs underneath herself to give her small body more leverage and stability, Nita hurriedly got to work. Her fingers flying across the controls on her console, the Nychyon demanded the ship to respond. Respond it did, swerving at her command.

Failure wasn’t an option, and she certainly couldn’t afford to lose this job. It was just about all that she had left in the universe. Fear coursed through her veins alongside the adrenaline that always accompanied her when flying. Past the terror though, was the truth. Desperation wasn’t a feeling she was necessarily happy to have, but it was the most honest one, and it was plainly written across her face. Desperate for this maneuver to succeed, desperate to save the ship, and desperate to prove herself.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. They would make it out of this. It was going to be easy. They were going to be fine. There was nothing but the Raptor, and the enemy. Make complicated things into simple steps, and then there is nothing you can’t do. Isn’t that what she always said?
It's not the best evasive pattern anyone's ever executed, but it's pretty damn close; under Nita's careful guidance, the Raptor carries out a series of agile ducks, weaves and dodges that would usually be reserved for a younger, more agile vessel. The enemy take a couple of shots with their forward laser arrays, but it's not fooling anyone, and both bursts of energy careen off impotently into space. She even has time to fit in a barrel roll. It's not strictly needed; she's just that much in the zone.
As the ship careened, her grey eyes glanced over to a monitor that showed little escape pods shooting out from the Raptor and heading toward the opposing ship. Not bothering to question, beyond a simple raise of her brow, Nita kept a tense eye on them, watching their approach. Seeing them reach the enemy ship, or at least seemingly so, Nita shifted her focus back to the other controls.
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Rick » Sat Jul 21, 2018 7:30 am

When the first shot connected with the enemy ship, Arnold cheered and hollered. Sure, he had been in combat situations before but he was still a doctor, adrenaline was pumping through his body and he couldn’t help but feel excited at a direct hit. This emboldened the good doctor and he aimed again as the enemy ship flew straight at them.

“Now let me show you how a surgeon handles a laser,” Arnold whispered as he locked unto the ship once again.

Arnie waited until the ship was close before he pressed the fire button again, smattering the ship’s shield with a volley of direct hits. Arnold was about to cheer again when he noticed small ship shooting out of The Raptor heading towards the enemy ship.

“W-what?” Arnold sat at the firing console slacked jawed.

Boarding action?! Someone was going to board this hostile ship on their own with no back up? Behind him he felt someone rush past, Arnold turned and then Charlie rushed down the ship’s hallway as well. They plan to go after whoever that was, Arnold thought to himself, the crazy idiots, if one of them dies I can kiss my career goodbye, I’ll have my license revoked. Arnie smacked his fist down on the arm rest of the chair, he had no other choice, he would have to go with the second boarding party. He slowly got up from his chair and flip-flopped his way towards the medical bay. His speedo had begun to ride up his crack, but Arnold was focused on more important things, he would have to pack light and make sure to bring only the essentials. Arnold placed his finger against the fingerprint scanner and waited for the beep that opened the door. He stepped in, grabbed a pack and threw medi-gel packets, a plasma torch for cuts, two bone saws, a roll of pain killers, a pouch filled with tools in case he had to work on Charlie, a towel, five lollipops, and most importantly, duct tape. Arnold slung the pack over his shoulder, then made his way to the armory.

Most of the weapons kept by The Raptor were too complicated for Arnold, but a good old fashion repeating shot gun had the kind of simple point and destroy mechanics he could understand. Arnold rested the shotgun on his other shoulder and headed towards the escape pods. With a pack slung over his shoulder and a shot gun on the other, Arnold would have looked pretty cool walking down the hallway if it wasn’t for the fluffy, pink bathrobe and tight speedos.
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Re: Lasers and Feelings [IC]

Post by Śaraṯkṣati » Sun Sep 23, 2018 4:38 am

While the rest of the crew was shooting back at the yet unknown enemy, Trigger was standing in place, calculations on most optimal actions and registering the dynamic fight vai ship’s sensors occupying almost all of his computing reserves. He was using what little was left to fight off Charlie’s stubborn attempts to regain control over the unit. ‘We have to talk with them! Reason with them!’ The human’s annoying voice repeated endlessly. Breakthrough happened when the short human, designation Wu, suggested using the escape pods. The suggestion has been approved immediately by Trigger’s chance calculators and Trigger has set the route towards nearest escape pod. Just as he was about to take a step, Charlie once again took control of the body. “Ha! Guess you’re not as good of a military AI to keep me out of the control room, eh?” Laughed Charlie, knocking his finger against his head.’Only a small portion of computing power was set to neutralise hijacking attempts. The fight had higher priority. Had it been more, success of the override would be slim to none.’ “Whatever you say, buddy.” Charlie smiled and headed towards Wu.

As he got near Wu, he tried to gently pat her on the shoulder to get her attention. “I had heard you mentioning something about getting to the enemy ship via escape pods.”

Wu was already in motion by then, and she caught her comrade’s remark only in passing as she hurtled past him. She cast an audacious grin over her shoulder, and called back, “Get us a pod, tin-man!” Not a second later, she was gone.

She came hurtling back as abruptly as she’d left, this time toting her trusty scatter rifle over one broad shoulder. However fast Charlie or Trigger or whatever the heck he was at this particular moment was moving, it clearly wasn’t fast enough, for she admonished him with a pointed “We haven’t got all day!” that was quite at odds with the ebullient smile still on her face.

Rifle held aloft in one hand, the other all but dragging the poor robot along, Wu barreled her way into the nearest escape pod. She tossed the rifle to one side—blessedly it didn’t discharge upon impact—and threw herself into the pilot’s chair. “Say,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at her metallic counterpart. “You ever done this before? ‘cause I sure haven’t.” And then, without waiting for a response, she turned, and punched the launch button with all the joyous intensity of a thousand really stupid suns.

'Now that's what I like to see!' Though Charlie happily as he was dragged towards the pod. "Initiative, positivity and a healthy amount of bravado. Essential for a teammate on a not-so-legal space vessel."

His smile dwindled a little when Wu expressed her inexperience with pilotage of escape vessels but before he could voice any protest the launch button was hit and the capsule shot out of the "Raptor". Lester cleared his throat (well, modulated a sound resembling one clearing their throat) and looked at the panel with a surpising amount of buttons.

"Um... I'd hate to be a bearer of bad news, but.... I have no idea how to steer this thing. Trigger could help, but he's.... currently unavailable."

“Don’t you worry your little metal head about it, my friend,” Wu reassured him without so much as a glance over her shoulder as she finagled with the onboard computer. “I’ll get us there in one piece. Might even get us back in one piece, too.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time Wu’s confident predictions of success had resulted in disaster (that incident on Vextor IV still weighed heavily on the crew’s minds—Wu to this day wasn’t allowed to touch the kitchen frying pans). And yet, to even Wu’s evident bemusement, the escape pod shot through space like an arrow from a bow along a trajectory that could not have been more precisely calculated by an expert pilot. It even managed to dock right beside the pod Sparky had taken, which Wu was going to pretend she had 100% meant to do.

“See that, bolts-for-brains?” she effused, clapping her hands and lunging out of her seat to grab her scatter rifle. “That’s what you get for doubting me. Now let’s hijack this son of a blaster!”
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