Seed ship A1-54 neared the planet Bruzaxuc IV. A Red Giant cast it's warming glow from the backdrop of space. Due to the fact the FAL Drive was damaged the trip had taken longer than anticipated. Cryo sickness would be common among waking passengers. The VIP quads were the first to wake up in order to monitor the landing procedures. Once the ship was on the ground each of the civilian corridors would slowly begin waking their cargo in sequence.
The damage upon the ship wasn't overwhelming but it was enough to breach the hull in several places on the port side. Some of the cryo pods were broken in and parts of the hull were scorched from nova damage. If it weren't for the decompression and vacuum of space there would be horribly mangled corpses. The survivors would soon consider themselves lucky to be alive.
Cryo Sickness- Due to prolonged cryo sleep everyone must roll to see if they're affected. Roll a 20 sided dice (1d20) in your opening post and the number to beat is double your Endurance. (Endurance of 5 must roll a 10 or lower to be fine. Rolling an 11 would result in a fail by 1 point) Symptoms: Cold Sweat (fail by 1 point) Dizziness (fail by 2 points) Nausea (fail by 4 points) -1 Focus Vomiting (fail by 7 points) -1 Reflex
Note: Nothing will happen during the landing so VIP can choose to go through their experience or skip straight to on the ground with their post. Just remember you were still pulled out of cryo before the civilians. All VIP Quads were woken up but only Civilian Corridors A-D have been revived. Also review the damage report update in the recap on page 1 to get a full view of the ship's condition. Also, I'd prefer you keep a format of where your character is. The location, bold, aligned right should be enough, just like in this post.
All systems had checked out normal, a routine inspecting found all cryopods working properly and all civilian passengers were already in cryosleep. The pods were a marvel to behold, technology that should not even exist. Once a passenger was secured in the pod they filled with an artificial amniotic fluid that filled the lungs of the passenger, while still providing oxygen to the body, a fluid that could literally be breathed, which was necessary as it then entered the bloodstream and spread throughout the entire body. The liquid was then snap-frozen literally perfectly freezing the entire pod in perfectly clear ice within a fraction of a second, the only way to freeze the host without killing them, leaving them looking like dolls. Not corpses as they were not pale, but also completely unmoving. This did not sit well with Samuel as he climbed into his own pod, and got secured in. Once it sealed and began to fill with liquid he felt a mild panic overcome him, but he pushed it aside and focused on his breathing. He was surprised to find the liquid thin, but knew it had to be in order to permeate the body. Once the pod was filled he heard the soft clicks leading up to a snap, and then his vision blurred and everything went white.
VIP quad A
It didn't even feel like any time had passed when the liquid in the pod began to drain. Sam coughed up a little of the liquid, but knew his body would absorb the rest. With a soft click the pod opened, and warm air rushed in, but surprisingly enough he was not cold, but he was wet, and sticky. Sam staggered out of the cryopod, his legs feeling as if they had been sleeping for a couple thousand years, which he presumed was not inaccurate. He immediately headed to the shower, stripping off the cyrosuit along the way and praying the water was working properly, which he was most delighted to find it was. After a long, cool shower he finally dragged himself out and dressed, checking his knives first and foremost. He was uncertain of the results of bringing his knives into cryo with him, but he had to have them on him, no exceptions. He found them harder than before ((looked up cryogenic treatment just to see for certain)), the blades less flexible than before, but no less sharp, and due top the hardness, possibly even more dangerous. He paused at his door and sighed, there was a long day ahead of him checking the well-being of all the other personnel, and then all the civilians, once they awoke. Scratch day, make that a week. He went to the med-bay and with the rest of the med-crew began setting everything up for basic physicals. Once the med-crew had finished there own examinations Sam sent a message out on all VIP channels, could all personnel please report to Life Support for basic medical screening. I repeat, could all personnel please report to Life Support for basic medical screening, and please, shower first. He certainly didn't expect them all to come rushing in at once, as everybody had their own business to attend to, but knew the smart ones would as it would mean less time sitting in chairs and standing in line.
((due to a misunderstanding I didn't realize we were past this point, so Imma just continue as if it all already happened))
Med Bay/ Life Support
It took a day and a half to get through all the civilians in corridors A-D, all 3900 of them, but hey, at least the med-crew would be able to get a little rest before corridor E was pulled from cryo, but Sam was too stressed from dealing with patients to want any shut-eye, so instead, he returned to his chambers, not even bothering to shut the door, threw his mattress up against the wall and proceeded to lose himself in a mix of kick-boxing and taekwondo, which, though not all he knew, were the two forms most comfortable to him.
I rolled 2 dice to find which bay I'm in (A=1-3, B=4-5, C=6-8, D=9-10, E=11-13, F=14-15, G=16-18, or H=19-20) then to see how sick I am (based on my endurance of 4, I need 8 or lower). Edit: Since Lia is in Corridor F, her corridor is not yet awake. What follows is what she'll do when her corridor is revived. A roll of 11 misses by 3, so Lia is quite dizzy, but unimpaired.
Lia
Lia awoke disoriented and dizzy. She blinked slowly as her wits gathered and she began to remember her situation. She looked around and saw other pods also opening. She walked toward the other survivors to see if she could help. She reached a hand out to help keep herself steady as waves of dizziness plagued her steps.
Time passed in a blur as Lia helped the civilians that had survived out of their pods. Reactions were mixed, but most common emotions were confusion and concern for loved ones.
Last under and first up, the cryo programmers at least knew the mechanics were the most important people on this ugly tub. Not that it was official or anything but a glance at the system's logs proved it. The maintenance team had been the last to stagger into cryo and were the first to stumble out of it, alongside the military medics. Of course, what was a medic but a mechanic for the biological? At least that's the rationale Smitt used for the timing.
While the timestamps validated his ego, Smitt was surprised to find that only a small percentage of the people on board had been killed. The techs had calculated their statistical chances of a successful flight quite low actually and to have not only found an inhabitable planet but to have survived the vagrancies of space to get there and only lost about 17% of the passengers was quite impressive really. Not that Smitt all that much cared how many people they'd lost. Yes, a higher starting population would give them a numbers advantage in survival but it also meant more mouths to feed, bodies to clothe and shelter, sickness to deal with, space taken up, just a general drain on resources.
Not that he hated people, Smitt had looked at the logs to check on friends and colleagues after all, one in particular. He just rather enjoyed the solace of the nearly empty ship while most of the others were still under. After the rather annoying wait for an all clear checkup with the medics, there was more than enough work to be done on the various damaged sectors for the mechanics to be spread thin so Smitt was left gloriously alone as he worked on what repairs he could manage to at least stabilize the ship for landing. With one engine down and breaches in the hull that was a tall order but the team pulled it off decently enough and the pilots managed to drop the tub without further breaking things, at least nothing the techs couldn't fix.
With the ship on the ground, the real work could now begin and Smitt was quickly swept up in the frenzy of unloading the big tools and supplies to finish the job of fixing the ship's structure and then start the conversions to make it less of a ship and more of a home to the new colony. Of course it also meant that the civilians would be woken up to get in his way. At least the soldiers were up by now too. Yes, technically, Smitt was a solider and so were most of the pilots and medics already awake, but they were a very different kind from the sort Smitt considered real soldiers. The pilots, techs, and medics had functions outside of soldiering. Real soldiers did just that and only that. It was usually a disdainful thought from him but for once he was glad to have the jarheads around. Oh he still loathed the vast majority of them but he was realistic enough to recognize the need for a protective and peace keeping force in the current situation, especially with the civilians coming out of cryo. He just hoped they wouldn't make too much trouble now they were on what seemed like a decently livable world and could possibly mutiny, steal all the provisions, then disappear into the wilderness to make their own little warlord kingdoms.
Red lights flashed and the intercoms crackled as a recorded voice repeated instructions to the soldiers' bunks telling them which sector to report to once they were cleared through medical which meant they had to start with a check up. Max had never been fond of doctors, finding most of their business to be quackery and voodoo, but she had her orders so on lumbering out of her cryobed she did exactly as told. If not for the message from medical reminding her to hit the showers first she probably would not have bothered washing up. A splitting headache made any sort of conscious thought difficult as she cleaned but she got it done, pulled on her uniform, then reported to the medical bay as instructed.
Several hours wait in line later and Max was finally released to make her rounds in the civilian sectors. Those had fared much worse than the VIP rooms, even the damaged one Max had woken up in. Corpses stared lifeless out from failed pods and a few had even spilled their contents. It was tragic, yes, but Max had seen death before, much worse than this quiet kind. Nothing could be done for the dead anyway so she focused on the living. Civilians were always panicky creatures but Max was patient and had a stoic way about her that seemed to help calm them down, or at least intimidate them into following orders.
And so her day went: pulling civilians out of the damage and herding them toward medical, helping parents find lost children, or friends, or lovers, whatever they were looking for, breaking up a few fights, and generally keeping the peace like every other good soldier on board. Once things were settled they would probably send a team to scout the planet, explore and set a perimeter, find fresh sources of food and water, all those things necessary for survival but for now it was all about making sure their fledgling colony didn't eat itself alive first, not that Max really thought that deeply into the orders she was given. She was just doing as told but the higher ups giving those orders seemed smart enough to be wary of anarchy now that the ship had landed.
Daemon breaths a sigh of relief as the ship lands smoothly despite the loss of its port engine. Considering the length of time the crew was in stasis and the ship running on autopilot he was surprised the damage wasn't worse than the reports indicated. I don't like this, things have gone too well considering the margin for error. His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden wave of dizziness, and he hurriedly grabs the bucket next to his station before heaving violently into it. On the other hand, I don't think things could have gone much worse with the revival. Wish the medics could have done more than hand be a bucket.
Ignoring the smothered giggles from the rest of the bridge crew He returns to his work, shutting down the engines and rerouting power to essential systems. Until everyone has recovered from the cryo sickness and a scouting party could be organized the ship was to serve as their shelter and primary base of operation. "That's right, laugh it up." he mutters, "You better hope this planet serves as well as advertised. Unless the mechanics can repair that engine. This hulk isn't getting back off the ground anytime soon."
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The ship remained locked tight from the outside world for the moment. Civilians gathered back to their corridors to prepare for a good night sleep. Tomorrow would bring the first moments of expansion. The crew focused their efforts on repairs for the time being, while many of the soldiers patrolled the corridors keeping civilians at bay. Who knows how well a widespread panic would ensue. More likely to end in blood. There weren't many windows to the outside giving any indication as to how the new world looked. Was it a barren wasteland? A fruitful Jungle? What sort of life would they come across? Many more questions like this filled the minds of the people.
The civilians could be heard chattering about while getting ready to lie down. A soft woman's voice on the over-head comm spoke out, "Ten minutes till lights out. Get some rest people, you'll need it for tomorrow" Today had gone without a hitch and one could hope for the best for the next day.
There was a strange silence to the outside. Gaps in the port side hull were all anyone got a glimpse of the world. The engineers and and soldiers around there saw a glistening ocean to what would be the south-west, west, and north-west of the ship. A group of towering stone pillars stood mysteriously on the shore, most likely an anomaly from weather and erosion.
Three moons lit up the night sky and one was going through a complete lunar cycle that night. It was enough to make anyone stop and gaze in wonder. However the peaceful silence was only a dreadful forebode. A red orb flew across the sky straight for the starboard side. Then another and another. Something had begun assaulting the ship. It was obvious they wanted no effort to communicate. The ship engaged in emergency procedures, sounding all alarms, disengaging the remaining cryo-pods, and opening the hangar bay doors. Tonight was not the peace of mind we had been hoping for.
Corridors E-H are being woken up by emergency protocols. A small Percentage of ATV's and Aerial Scouts have been prepped. There's damage along the starboard side but it's not yet penetrated through the hull. You can make it through five [5] ship modules before the shots start breaking through into the Starboard side Civilian corridors (E-H. E is closest to the rear and H is closest to the front). In the case of Cryo-Sickness anyone in stage three or four can only get through three [3] Modules. Those coming out of stasis only have one [1] module they can get to before their corridor is bombarded.
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 1:05 am
VIP corridor A, personal quarters.
Samuel heard the lights out warning and immediately started putting his bed back together. He finished making the bed and went to close the door, but just as he got to the opening he felt the ship shudder and sirens began blaring. The automated warning systems kicked in, playing on a loop, Attention all military personnel, hostile contact detected, this is not a drill. Samuel didn't pause for a second and took off down the hall to life support, contacting engineering on the way. [1] "Status report, where is the contact location?...Affirmative." Of all the places it had to be the civilian corridors still in cryo. He turned down the pathway to the armory, quickly radioing over all military channels, [2] "Securing VIP Alpha, we need to get the civilians in cryo out of here, all personnel ((targeting npcs with this)) in the area report to civilian corridors Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, and Hotel. Secure a passage to the hanger bay!" Once he got to the armory he grabbed a light carbine and a side arm and quickly turned on his heel, heading right back to where he had just came from. [3&4] He arrived back just as he got the report of the Civilian corridors beginning evac, [5]making his priority directing those just stumbling in from civilian corridor E to the hanger bay.
Lia herded as many other survivors as she could with her away from the noise of the attack outside, inward toward the VIP quarters. "We need to get away from this side of the ship before those attacks break through!" She urged the confused crowd.
Few resisted the urgency underlined by the pounding sound coming from the walls. Lia didn't have the strength to force anyone who was unwilling, but she put all her energy into convincing them their loved ones would be looking for them in the safer VIP quarters and beyond, and that any belongings in the lockers were not worth their lives.
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:45 pm
Max, on the other hand, did have the strength to force the unwilling passengers up from their pods and into the corridors with or without their belongings. She had already been on rounds in the port side civilian corridors so it was just a matter of quickly crossing through VIP to the starboard side. Once there she quite literally started picking people up out of their pods, putting them on their feet, and pushing them toward the doors to VIP. A few she had to push a bit forcefully and others she had to give some time to catch their feet straight out of cryo-sickness but she just kept it at, methodically pulling people out and steering them toward (relative) safety.
The fact that the ship was rocking with each blow and many of the people around her were in total panic did not phase Max. She stayed calm and collected, just following orders to evacuate the civies, not really giving herself time to think as she worked, not letting herself hear the cries or the screams, not even the explosions against the hull. It was how she dealt with stress - just shut it out.
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Flight Control Station
A devilish grin lights up on Daemons face, as the red emergency lights blinked on and the klaxons blared. This was the emergency he had been looking for since before takeoff. "It's about time." he laughs, strapping on his side arm and combat knife while running out of the flight deck and heading toward life support and the hanger bay. A few of the soldiers look at the obviously sick pilot as if he has lost his mind.
VIP Quarters [5-3]
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:15 pm
It had been a beautiful evening. Smitt had volunteered to work on the port engine pretty much just so he could get away from the noise and crowds of the unruly civilians and jarheads. He'd checked the ship's sensors for an atmospheric reading and frowned slightly at the high levels of O2 but didn't let it bother him too much, just made sure to bring a fire blanket and extinguisher with him in case something spontaneously combusted, as it was prone to do with so much oxygen in the air. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of wildlife they might find. With that much O2 this planet would be capable of supporting giants just as Earth had in the age of the dinosaurs, when there was more oxygen in her atmosphere as well.
Stepping outside though washed away all those thoughts as he stared over the waves of an unfamiliar ocean and up into the alien sky. Awe-inspiring didn't quite cover it. Smitt stood on the smoking wreck of the port engine and just stared a good long while before a call from main engineering pulled his attention away and put him back to work for the rest of the day.
When night fell, Smitt came up with more work to do so he could watch the moons rise and see the new stars. He was old enough to remember the stars from earth and how they were different but still the same on the lunar base. Here though, here the stars were completely changed. He found none of the familiar shapes, no constellations, nothing to guide him. They would have to learn new stars to sail by. He couldn't help but smile at the thought, watching moonlight glisten on the waves. It was a good night and when she got off duty he planned to bring Max out to see this.
And then a red flare lit up the night sky just before the ship lurched from a direct hit to her starboard side. Smitt hissed a curse as he clutched the handrails and stared fearfully toward the red. Oh holy ********> Had something exploded or were they under attack? As if to answer, his radio crackled, confirming the attack and calling military personnel to the starboard civie quarters to assist evac. Smitt bit another curse as he grabbed his tool bag and jumped down from the maintenance platform, onto the catwalks to the engine room. It just could not be easy, could it?
Smitt secured his bags as he walked and pulled out his sidearm, checking the clip out of habit though he knew it was full. Lot of good it would do him against something that could rain down fire enough to rock the whole ship. At least it was some small comfort and he forced himself not to worry about the effect the high O2 would have on it. Right now he needed to help make sure the civilians didn't stampede.
Of course it was total chaos when he got to the hangar. Smitt just grit his jaw and did his best to keep people calm and most importantly moving as they flooded in from the rest of the ship. They could all only hope the ship's defenses held while the soldiers managed to fend off the attack, otherwise it would mean death for a great many of them, or worse.
Port Hangar
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Boom boom boom. The sound of thunder echoed through the ship as it lurched and shuddered with each hit. The plasma had dissolved through most of the starboard outer hull by the time many of the civilians lucky to be close enough had reached the Hangar bay. The three large ramps had finished lowering and many began to run for it. Others had decided to try their luck with some of the vehicles. Ryan may have only been an engineer but his calmness helped ease some around him. A young, light-haired girl, no more than seven, clutched onto him shaking and in tears. She searched around for her parents but couldn't recognize any of the faces.
Another barrage of plasma came out of the darkness but this time there was much more. They collided with the ship's weakened hull and broke through into many of the civilian corridors. The red energy crackled and tore through layers of metal leaving only scorched and twisted remains. Samuel witnessed the horror as Civilian Corridor E was almost completely obliterated.
Max however had been unlucky enough to be in the middle of Corridor E as it was torn apart. One of the shots had connected not far from her. The heat was immense at first but an inexplicable jolt of energy threw her back. A few of the unlucky civilians near her, who only half made it, were littered about scorched and smoking. Her head hurt a little but thankfully she hadn't been affected by the heat. She was lucky to be alive but time had run out for the Corridor's holding arms as they started dropping the entire module off the ship.
Lia turned around to look as parts of Corridor F were torn open as well. She could hear soldiers start shouting for people to move, move fast. Meanwhile Daemon staggered through all the way to Quad 3. His path had been unobstructed for the time being but things didn't sound very good from up ahead.
You all get [5] Moves again. Sickness still restricts Daemon to [3]. As for Ryan, he has about an equivalent of three minutes to do anything in the hangar before the round ends. So by the power of math each move is about forty seconds long.
-Damage-
Port Side [1]-------__________ ----[2]----[3][3*]------[8]-----[4A]----[4B]----[4C]----[4D]------_____ ----[2]----[3][3]-------[7]-----[5-1]--[5-2]--[5-3]- -[5-4]- -[5-5]----[6]---------- __ [2] __[3][3*] ___[9]___[4E] __[4F] __[4G] __[4H]____-------- [1]_____---------------- Starboard Side
Destroyed >25% HP >50% HP >75% HP 100% HP
Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 3:23 am
Hanger Bay
Lia The jolt of adrenaline cleared Lia's head as she caught a glimpse of the damage to the module she had just vacated. If weapons being fired on the ship could do that kind of damage, where on this planet could she possibly find safety? Why were they being attacked? These questions flitted through her mind as she ran through the VIP quarters. She could hear the instructions above the noise to make her way to the hanger bays. Orienting herself toward the stern, she turned several more confused civilians in that direction as she picked up her speed.
Passing through the next VIP quarters was easy, as nothing seemed damaged here. It took will power to ignore some of the pretties she could see lying about, discarded by sensible people making a dash for safety. It helped to keep her mind on helping those around her.
It took her twice as long to navigate through the VIP quarters as it might have if she had been alone, as frightened and often injured people needed assistance. Finally they made it to the Life Support module, which thankfully was also undamaged, and through that into the chaos of the hanger bay. As she watched people stream down the ramp, she slowed. Was it any safer out in the open under such a barrage? She stopped to look around at the various vehicles but was side-tracked by other survivors less lucky than she was. She reached automatically to help a poor soul who was staggering along. "Almost there," she said, vaguely wondering where the safest place to head for now might be.
Fate had never been kind to Max and she was obviously not going to start now. At least years of hardship had given Max enough endurance to take the sort of hard knocks life so often threw at her and this one was no exception, though the meat shield of a now rather charred civilian she'd been helping out of cryo had helped as well. The shock wave had slammed Max into the aft wall of the module and the civilian thrown against her knocked her out of breath but kept her from getting crispy.
Max was reeling just to breathe when she heard the crack of the module's holding arms start to give out. The forward side went first and took the floor out from under her. If she'd not already been up against a wall, Max would have gone tumbling down into the dark along with the charred civies around her. As it was she'd been left dangling from the twisted wreck of the aft side doorway that lead into the bio garden. She wasn't in the clear yet though. The whole module was now hanging from the aft arm and at strenuous angle. It wouldn't hold long.
Without thought, Max acted on instinct to pull herself up through the door frame and took a jump for it as the module fell away under her. Years of hard training had given her the strength and reflexes to pull off such stunts but that didn't mean she landed every one perfectly. This time she'd crashed herself into a stack of seed cartons and sent the precious resources sprawling across the floor. At least she was alive, though the headache she'd started the day with screamed at her for it. [1]
Still, Max had been oddly fortunate in that she was not badly injured, just singed around the edges with a few scrapes and bruises that would probably hurt tomorrow. She made a quick check of herself to be sure it wasn't just the adrenaline masking pain then took a few moments to appreciate this fact by flopping back and just laying there in the pile of cartons as she listened to the ringing in her ears start to fade out and let real sound in again. [2-4]
It was absolute chaos. Civilians were screaming, soldiers shouting, whatever was outside kept on hitting them. The ship rocked from another volley as if to remind Max of that and she knew she couldn't stay where she was much longer.
The muffled but rather angry shouts of a lab tech yelling at her for crashing the seed stores got Max on her feet to stare at the man with a blank expression on a bloody face. She still wasn't hearing quite right so whatever he told her was lost in the noise but it wasn't hard to puzzle out what he wanted her to do as he shoved an armful of cartons and cases at her then pushed Max toward the door to the hangar. With a staggering step she obliged and carried the load of testers, incubators, and seed cartons into the hangar. [5]
