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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:21 am
Edward smiled feeling a bit more secure, "So, you technically might as well call your self the head of engineering then, right? That's also one hell of a position. You know I really don't understand much of the major technology stuff, you know the warp drives and all that. Just give me a rifle, a few med kits, and I'm set. I'm glad we have someone like you to do that stuff, especially with your Drathonian technology knowledge... Um, one sec..." Quieting down, Edward stood up and went over to the counter, grabbing a small plate of "french fries", a small bowl of chili, and a big handful of wet-wipes. Returning to his table he opened up a few of the packs of wipes and began to scrub his hands, and then spots of his armor, cleaning off the dried blood. The once white wipes, were now a crimson color with a few tiny spots of gore. He set them on the table, then looking down at them in disgust he threw them into a near by trash bin, making a perfect shot. After that was done he then poured the chili onto the fries and began to eat. "That marine I patched up, was on the drake also, had a piece of shrapnel lodged in him the size of a small dinner plate" He smiled, putting a fry into his mouth, "So, what exactly was in the Demonix data you secured? Anything interesting?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:24 am
"At this point in time we only know that the white noise that it emits it a count down, whether intentional or not, we don't know. And we've figured out that the main gun is basically one giant Solaris Cannon, butwe need to figure out how they get the cone effect before we can come up with any strategies. We've only just got the raw data, it needs to be analysed, interpreted and then what we find needs to be put into laymans terms, simply because there would be no point in talking about an Electromagnetic Flux Compensator to you, unless I explained it first, and that takes forever." she sighed, "Well I need to get back to my job, which is making sure this ship gets fixed before be come out of hyperspace. I'll see you around." she said before leaving the mess hall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 1:56 pm
Steven was walking the corridors of the ship as he became lost in thought again. He walked with a lighter heart now that he was sure his comrade was OK; he knew as well that sooner or later he was going to have to be the one to explain to the families of his other wingmen what had happened. He snapped back to reality when his stomach gave a low growl, which made him remember that all he had in the past 24 was the cup of coffee. So he changed direction and walked toward the mess hall. "Hope Eddies got something good for me today," he mused.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 2:39 pm
Kai sat on his bed and began reading this book, the Bible. He remembered reading it before, thinking it was just stories, but having seen that, he found deeper meaning within the pages of this book. He found himself skimming through, eyes glancing on random verses, till he came to the book of Revalations, and realized what had been happening the past ten years or so. The young captain realised what he needed to do, to save everyone. He only hoped it wasn't too late for humankind to ask forgiveness, as he slipped off his bed, got to his knees, and Prayed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 3:21 pm
The Hymn Dropped out of hyperspace, Into utter lonliness. they were halfway to the Altresian empire, but had to stop, in literally the middle of nowhere, since the power generators had been so taxed during the battle. Soon the lights went out, and people and things began floating, and the door to space from the hangar bay closed, as the protective field turned off. the only thing left running was life support. The battle Hymn had outdone herself, and still it wasn't enough. She sat, resting, freezing, waiting to regain enough power to continue her flight. For now, she merely drifted, a grey spot in the blackness of space.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 3:38 pm
He was almost to the mess hall when Steven noticed the unexpected stop. First the lights went out, then when he took another step he didn't feel his foot connect with the ground. Startled, he looked down and saw that he, and everything else in the corridor, was floating. "Oh the gravity is gone too," he said in a slightly amused tone, "Always did prefer floating place to place in zero-gravity than walking!" He reached for a pipe on the wall and pulled himself over to it. He used the pipe to propel hisself forward again. "I wonder if Eddy's chile tastes better in zero-grav," he laughed as he continued toward the mess hall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 4:42 pm
As Darian slept, he dreamed. He was back in the heat of battle and dogfighting with a scourge. A shot connected with the wing of his ship, melting circuitry and cutting off all control over steering. As the scourge lined up for a killing shot, Darian panicked and pounded violently on the controls. The scourge fired, the shot blazing into the ship and slamming into Darian.
Darian awoke with a jolt, and hit his head on the ceiling again. He was covered in sweat and disoriented. The disorientation was understandable because of the darkness and the inexplicable lack of gravity. After a few seconds Darian calmed down and began to assess the situation.
They must have powered down to recharge. he thought as he used the glow of his battery powered clock to orient himself. He groped his way into the rooms adjoining bathroom and toweled himself off. If they hadn't been powered down he would have taken a shower, but he knew that they needed the water that had been pressurized before shutdown for the wounded. A shower could wait. He fumbled his way back into the room and found his closet. He reached in and garbed the first set of clothes he could find: changing into them as best as he could.
He left the room in search of a meal, having quickly digested the snack he had earlier. He followed the light path, brown brown green, down the corridors to the mess hall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:04 pm
Steven reached the mess hall and swung himself around the door. Everything was dark in there, and he couldn't see to far in. He saw a spot of light in the direction of the serving area. "Just like Ed, working even under these conditions," he thought as he drifted over to the little light. "Hey there Eddy, think you can get me some chili?" he asked a man who was looking for something by candle light. "Who's there?" said the man as he held up the candle, "Oh, it's you, and I told you to stop calling me Eddy, my name is Shawn." "Right, sure, so the chili if ya please," Steven said distractedly. Steven grabbed a tray and had the cook serve him a sloppy bowl of chili. He pushed himself off and grabbed a spot at a long table, and settled down to eat.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:27 pm
((please switch candles to glow rods or something like that, we are advanced, candles are a thing of the past))
As he neared the mess, Darian could smell chili. His stomach growled in protest of the tantalizing smell. In the mess he saw a few scattered individuals floating in the room, eating meals from the globe-shaped containers designed for eating in zero-gee. Up by the kitchen he spotted someone familiar. It took a few seconds for Darian to recognize the man, it was Green Leader Steven. Darian would have left the room then and there, he hated the idea of confronting Steven. However, his stomach objected to the idea of leaving, so Darian, hoping he wouldn't be noticed, quietly floated into line behind Steven.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:46 pm
"Oh, fantastic," Tom muttered as he slowly began floating out of his seat towards the plexiglas above him. He grabbed the arm of the chair and thrust himself through the darkness towards where he supposed the door had been a moment ago. He was almost right, and caught himself before he ran into the wall.
Fortunately, his uniform had a small light on it, which he used to guide himself down the passageways to his quarters. There he detached the armor plates from his uniform and reemerged, looking for something to eat.
Something that smelled distinctly like chili caught Tom's attention, and he launched himself like an arrow down the passageway, stopping himself just in time to observe where exactly the scent was coming from. He slipped in behind another man who looked somewhat like a pilot.
At this moment, Tom became distinctly aware of the fact that the left sleeve of his uniform was still quite distinctly coated with Drathonian blood. A little perturbed, he did his best to keep his arm out of the light, but it wasn't particularly easy.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:29 pm
Seated at the table Edward was about to put another chili fry into his mouth when the lights shut off. "What the hell is this?" He shouted startled, and began to float upward, along with his chili fries, "Well this is a change..." Searching for his armor's spotlight button, Edward pressed a random switch on his armor's forearm plate, activating band of small red hazard lights integrated around the lower collar of his armored chest plate, giving him a dim view of his surroundings in the mess hall. He could see others still eating with their zero-g meal containers. "Well not exactly what I wanted, but it works,” He said to himself, quickly grabbing at his fries trying to get a get few more in his mouth before they floated to far away from him. Once he reached the top his back slammed into the ceiling, damaging a circuit in his armor, turning off his hazard lights. Flicking the switch frantically the lights failed to turn back on. "Piece of junk" Edward shouted furiously "What the hell!"
At this point a man jettisoned in from the hallway demanding chili from one of the cooks. Edward, watching from a dim light the cook was holding, he observed the man grab the chili and launch himself down to a table to eat. There on the ceiling, Edward sat in the dark, defeated. He Watched two more men float in from the hallway. "I wonder if anyone will notice me, Must not be that hard to see a armored medic on the ceiling..."he thought to him self, "I shouldn't of used a regular plate for my fries... And I should have taken this armor off before I went to eat, it's so uncomfortable..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:20 am
(ooc - Impulse 2 is second slowest speed on the ship) Kurohime sighed as she floated up, she'd just reached eningeering too. Once the door opened she could see what had happened, the external damamge had meant hyperspace had been more taxing on the generators than normal, the result was an over load. "How like before the backup generators kick in?" she asked, "Any minute now." "Get them powering the gravity systems, sick bay, and the navigation and propulsion systems. And shut the warp core down, it's been under a lot of strain, and I don't want to take any risks." "Kurohime, we've gotten one of the generators working, but it won't power everything we want it to power, we have to drop one off the list." "Then drop gravity, sick bay needs the power and we need to keep moving." "Ok." Kurohime messaged the bridge, "Engineering here, we've managed to get one of the back up generators working, so sick bay has power and the ship can move at max impulse two, but it's the best we can do at the moment. We're gonna go and check all the generators, see if there are any that only need repairing and not recharging. Also, since the current power situation, I want all crew to report to one of these locations, we may have to seal areas of the ship off to conserve power and we don't want to trap anyone." She also sent a plan of the ship with the designated areas that people could go to. They included: The Mess Halls on every other deck, the observation deck, and the empty store rooms on the same decks as the mess halls.
Once that was done she began to organise the teams. "Marie, keep an eye on Life support, if you need to cut power, cut it to these decks." she gave her a list. "The rest of you into your normal teams, those who would have been with Marie and myself will stay here to keep things running at this end. All the generators are in one of two areas, Davidson and Singh, Take the right set, Jones and Abul take the left set. Fix any damage you find there, the back up generators are the priority, since they should be working. Now of you go."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:51 pm
Steven was eating his chili, when he looked up and saw a man in armor floating around. Steven gaged on the spoonful of chili he had just taken a bite of, and let out a slight laugh. "You need a hand there buddy?" he asked the floating man. Before he could get an answer the sound of serving trays caught his ear. He looked over his shoulder as two more people were being served. Wide eyed, Steven tried to make out who they were, but it's was to dark to see all that clearly. "So, want help?" he asked again as he turned back to face the floating man.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:18 pm
When the Hymn came to a sudden stop, of course, Meigan lost balance and fell. But she hadn't it the ground, instead she hit...the ceiling? Her face was looking to the ground and she had a confused look on her face. "This is..." She tried to think of a proper way to end her sentance but nothing came to her.
It was just like being underwater, thats what she should do, the crimson blood was still all over her and she had to clean it up soon. Meigan air-swam to a small room on one of the lower decks of the Hymn, her own small room that was assigned to her. She entered and looked around, it was all white which was very irritating to the eyes.
She turned the water on in a small shower in the corner of her room, but nothing came out. Come on! We can't have lost ALL power, could we? Meigan thought to herself. Now she would have to live with the now dry blood all over her for who knows how long.
Meigan, knowing that she wouldn't get anything interesting done in her room, left and headed in a random direction. She was still not sure about the ship's layout, maybe this would be a good time to check it out?
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:05 pm
Kai was completely lost in self-reflection, not even noticing what had happened. As he left the floor, he didn't notice, and merely remained in a kneeling position, though amazingly it didn't hurt his knees anymore. when his head made contact with the ceiling however, he finally noticed what had happened, and felt lucky to always be wearing a jacket, the newfound coldness of the ship not bothering him. After a few minutes of floating in silence staring at a poster on his wall, Kai's Comm beeped, alerting him of a new message about the turning off of life support on every other deck. Lai's Deck was one that was going to be shut down, so he decided to float on down to the Med bay to see if they had finished growing his replacement biological leg yet.
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