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Both booped and hugged, Mahmud found himself surprisingly comforted by not one, but two strangers. Nucleo still remained a mystery to him but... given his apparent abilities, that would be understandable. Powers were dangerous to show off, especially one with as much potential as his. As he was comforted Mahmud gave a little smile and nod, "Alright... if y'all are sure... lets do this!". On that note, he followed after the rest of the group into the next room.
Oh that was right... Polair and Slick wanted some information about this place, right? Would any of this be useful? As the others filled into the room, Mahmud began to look around and touch things in the room. Someone had once used these... someone had once... oh!
Something interesting... was it... Oops! Unwittingly, as his hands ran across the keyboard of the abandoned ship, one of the screens lit up. "Hey guys! Come over here for a moment!" A video was playing on the screen, and he leaned forward more to see it...
Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 3:26 pm
The screen flickers with a video clip...
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The image is relatively clear, although there's no audio. It's a shot of one of the outer hallways, angled in such a way that you can see down the hall quite a ways.
The floor is littered with trolls sprawled in awkward positions. No one is moving.
However, the opposing wall is dotted with large rectangular windows. While hard to make out, you recognize the unmistakable silhouette of one of the old Queen's flagships. Two smaller, unfamiliar ships are docked at either side.
Nothing happens or moves for a minute or so.
A burst of light suddenly washes over the screen, rendering everything white. It dies down after a few seconds, although it takes the camera lens some time to adjust itself. By the time it refocuses, white bubbles and beams of light- that you can only assume are explosions- erupt from between the flagship and one of the unidentified ships.
There's a second blast of light that fills the frame. The camera cuts out after that, and everything goes black.
Staring at the blackness of it, Nucleo felt his blood run cold. It was funny how seconds before he'd been so hot- from the incident with the drink dispenser droid and feeling irritated by Frossa paying attention to anyone but him after he'd saved her butt! Sound around him seemed to stop as he processed what he'd just seen.
There was no mistake about it, everyone on those ships had died. These ships. The zombies they'd been fighting off to get here, all the old crew. Were they actually trying to tell them something? Warn them? His stomach clenched as he felt pity for everyone aboard. Whatever had happened here felt very very wrong. He'd have to tell Panili and the others later and puzzle over what it'd been. Over what it'd meant.
He didn't want these trolls to have died for nothing.
Turning to face the others, he was determined to prevent it from happening again. Quietly he glanced at Amonee, worried most of how the jadeblood would react. He'd been a peaceful gentle soul ever since he'd met him and despite his frequent run-ins with daywalkers, Nucleo still wasn't sure how Amonee felt about death. With his heritage factoring in it was surely a complicated feeling. Once they were out of here, he planned to ask him about it. Mahmud, Nucleo didn't know well but he got the impression the orangeblood was also that of a gentle personality. With the nervousness and troubled self esteem he'd showed earlier, Nucleo worried for him too.
Frossa... Nucleo didn't know what her reaction would be. Would she laugh it off with a 'so long suckers!' or be frozen just as he? Was it a mask to cover up the frightened feelings, he pondered. His hands itched to reach over and grab her, pull her into a tight embrace and protect her from the sight but it was too late.
This was a burden they'd all just have to carry moving forward.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 3:34 pm
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Amonee hears some shuffling zombos
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The log had been unsettling. It was chilling to think what this meant. They were dealing with some dangerous information that could be problematic. Amonee couldn't help but think back to the explosions at the Civisect Space Tower as they watched the ships glitter and burst on the screen. Was it connected? Or coincidence? Panili needed to know. He probably ought to contact Hemera too but she had seemed so stressed out from before.
He followed the group as they left the room, distracted by his thoughts.
"There's more of them, I hear them!" He looked immediately to Frossa for help. She was the powerhouse and a decorated officer. Mahmud was also fairly athletic looking and seemed capable of defending the group. The jadeblood was still smarting from his injuries earlier and wasn't looking forward to the medical visit to remove his butt bullets.
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The video sent chills up Frossa's spine.
Monsters, like the ones she fought in her FLARP sessions or the zombies on the ship, didn't particularly phase her. Sure, it was gross, but it was like... whatever. She had chalked it up to desensitization.
This, however, was different.
This felt like something she wasn't supposed to see. Frossa couldn't quite place her finger on why, but it unsettled her. Deeply.
There were things scarier than monsters and ghouls.
At some point during their viewing, Frossa had absent mindedly slipped her hands around Nucleo's forearm. Face several shades paler than normal, her eyes remained locked on the screen. Her grip tightened with each flash of white.
When they finally shut the video off, Frossa cleared her throat with a raspy cough, pulling her arms back to herself. She hurried away from Nucleo, and over to Amonee.
She didn't have long with her thoughts before another wave of a dozen zombies was upon them.
Wasting no time, Frossa moved to anchor her flail once again. Her ensnaring tactic had worked well up to this point, so she saw no real need to change up tactics. The daywalkers really didn't seem to have any sort of mental capacity at all.
Perhaps she was more shaken from the log than she had realized, but Frossa flung her flail out a moment too late. Instead of lodging itself into the wall, her flail hit one of the shambling zombies, knocking over only half of the front wave. The others trickled through, unphased. Frossa hissed at herself with dissatisfaction.
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style A -2 damage taken, 3x per battle., used 0 times
Hair clips, Agility Type B (novice)
style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
What could it mean?
The video itself was haunting enough, the material of it heavy as lead... witnessing... whatever just happened over again was something he'd rather not do... but he was determined to remember all the details he could. After all, he made a promise to share what he found out and Mahmud was sticking to thatoHSHIT...
More of those hideous creatures shambled into the room, causing him to freeze in... NO NOT FRIGHT. Shock. He was gonna call it shock. That was okay though, Frossa would take care of it again... wouldn't she?
Apparently not, seeing as she only managed about half the creatures. Thats right... she had been fighting an awful long while... she'd probably be tired by now, right? Someone would have to do something... but... they had once been people, hadn't they?
For a moment Mahmud was frozen in thought, but the moment he saw one approaching Amonee, sweet Amonee who had hugged him, his legs worked on their own. "WATCH OUT!" Watch out was right; Mahmud's attempt to grab at the enemy instead turned into a flying hug tackle into the zombie, sending them both into the ground.
"I've got this one!" he called out, though wasn't entirely sure about that himself... It took a bit of wrestling, and to be honest Mahmud hadn't known what happened, but next thing he knew he was slamming the creature's head into the floor repeatedly, gritting his teeth in concentration.
Afterwards he looked particularly shooken up, letting go of the monster to hug himself a little bit. There was a moment of silence before a shaky, weak voice eeked out "One..."
As the others fought off the zombies, Nucleo winced at seeing them in such discomfort. The video was clearly weighing on them as Frossa and Mahmud struggled to take down the front line. Frossa's uncoordinated miss made it clear she wasn't quite alright. As Amonee flailed to get out of the way, Nucleo grit his teeth.
"Hang on." He muttered to Mahmud as he passed him, stepping purposefully into the fray. Another step and he passed Amonee, nodding to him with determined eyes. Ducking another twirl of Frossa's flail, Nucleo moved in a little further... just a little further... He'd take on the rest while his friends caught their breath.
With a war cry, the greenblood slammed into action, swinging his leg across the ground to knock the remaining zombies down. Once they'd fallen prone, he grabbed hold of a nearby cabinet and pushed it over on top of some, stomping and kicking at the rest as he moved. Grabbing hold of anything he could in the room, Nucleo improvised his way until only rubble remained. Pushing up off the ground, he looked over his shoulder at the others.
"You guys okay?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 3:53 pm
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Amonee advances down the halls!
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Mahmud seemed to be coming slightly unhinged and Amonee was worried. There were a lot of things to be stressed about on this ship since it was crawling with zombies and even juice droids. He was really not looking forward to seeing another one of those. Frossa herself looked paler than normal though she was starting to regain her color from the flush of battle.
Nucleo... seemed more tense than normal. Was that because of the nature of the mission? Or perhaps the company of Frossa? He couldn't help but selfishly hope for progress between them, even if it was none of his business. At the same time, though, he felt a twinge of jealousy. Frossa was his idol.
And Nucleo was... well...
"L-let's keep going." He pointed down a hallway, eager to get away from such thoughts and closer to the end of this.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 3:56 pm
"T-thanks," it was barely audible, but Nucleo was given a small nod of appreciation as Frossa brushed by him.
Frossa beelined in the direction Amonee had pointed in, eager to get this mission behind her. "Yes, lets!" She missed the comfort of her cozy office.
"The control room has to be around here somewhere.... we haven't circled ourselves." It wasn't clear if she was trying to reassure her squad, or herself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:00 pm
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Amonee looks for stuff
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"What's this? It still seems to be working. Maybe?" Amonee was not sure how the ship controls and logs worked. He could tell that the machine was still functioning because there were some glowing lights and symbols but how to actually work it was beyond him. He tried to remember all the cool hacking scenes he'd ever seen in the movies and tv shows he watched. Maybe he could channel his inner actor and fake it.
After randomly pressing some buttons, there was a small ping sound and it seemed like something was happening!
Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:03 pm
The screen flickers with a message...
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TRANSMISSION RECEIVED -- ... UNIVERSAL AUTOPILOT MODE ACTIVATED PLEASE KEEP YOUR HELMSMAN DOCKED.
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style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
Once the video had ended, Mahmud was silent for a little while. This was a lot of information to take in. Admittedly, he was having a little bit of difficulty piecing everything together, outside of the fact that the coordinates very likely were punched in first. The rest well... to be honest, he wasn't exactly in the right headspace for it.
Despite having long left the zombies, Mahmud couldn't help but keep hugging himself and hunching a bit, staring and trying to process information but just... unable to. There was a deep, bitter self-hatred burning in his belly from having to fight. But if he hadn't, Amonee would have been hurt. But he hurt something that used to be someone... and he... he smashed their head again...
Shivering and turning to face the others, he quietly murmured "Lets get out of here soon. Something's not right." Truly, things weren't right in this ship.
"Mahmud's right. Let's start looking for a way out." Nucleo noted the log contents again. He didn't understand this log as well but the numbers could be important later. Recording it to share it with Panili and the rest of the Lightseekers, he glanced at the group with a grim stern expression.
"Before we run into anymore-" And there they were. More daywalkers shuffled on over and Nucleo winced. He wanted to just get off this ship and regroup. He wanted to check on Amonee and Frossa, Xavier and Eilidh. Elidae... Impatience brewed in his veins as he tried to muster up the will to fight once more.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:26 pm
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12 zoombies appear
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Amonee burst into tears. There were twelve more zombies approaching on them. Were all the ships going to be like this? It felt like an excessive amount of death to face every single time. The video from earlier still floated in the back of his mind. Would it have been better for these trolls to have exploded in a way that wouldn't revive them as parasitic ghosts? Or was this better than the unimaginable pain of getting blown up?
... what truly separated what he would one day become from this kind of daywalker? Was there a difference? They both fed off the lives of others to keep themselves healthy. The questions upset him and he sank to the floor, clutching at his sides.
