reGENesis - Sci-Fi Space Odyssey -Open / Not Accepting-

[Ivaylo_Sai]

Port Hangar

Soldiers and pilots were swarming the vehicles as officers started taking higher ground on boxes and crates to shout orders at them. Outside of a few trying to herd them this way or that, the civilians were mostly ignored, left to their own devices huddling in corners or streaming down the ramps, so long as they stayed out of the way.

Smitt was one of the few handling the civilians. Much as he disliked their noise and idleness, Smitt wasn't one to abandon the masses just cuz things got a little hot. So he found himself ushering frightened men, women, and children through the hangar and putting them on whichever vehicle the soldiers would allow. All the while he kept looking over their heads for a certain woman. He didn't see her.

That tight calm Smitt had worked up for the civilians was beginning to crack as the ship kept rocking, no end in sight to whatever was going on outside. They'd come completely unprepared for this. The heaviest weapon they had was on the APC. Of course for all they knew this wasn't even an attack. It could just be some sort of strange natural phenomenon.

Smitt tried not to think on that as he took a few breaths to knot the clam firmly back in place when a little girl bumped into him and stared up with wide, tear rimmed, baby blue eyes. She squeaked something about her parents but Smitt couldn't make it out through the sobbing. He didn't need to. She wasn't the only one to have lost her family in this s**t-storm. Unfortunately there wasn't much Smitt could do for the girl other than make sure she didn't get trampled so he just kept her close and muttered calming words at her occasionally as he directed traffic.

"Got yerself a parasite there, eh Smitty," a gruff voice called from the crowd.

"Huh?" Smitt turned on the sound with a frustrated expression to find a little bear of man giving him a yellow toothed grin. "Gah- not now, Kirklan," Smitt growled at the soldier and turned back away to stare through the panicky herd again.

"Oh-ho, got that stick hard up yer a** today, don't ya tech-boy," the stocky ginger barked a gravely laugh as he slammed a ham-fist against Smitt's shoulder. "Dun' worry, geek. We ain't gonna leave yer junk in tha wind."

Smitt leveled a cold glare on the soldier for that. At least he didn't have to look up for this one, though that did mean he had height in common with the slob. "Kirklan," the tech drawled slightly in a tone one would use on a child. "Now is not the time."

"Neva is wit you," Kirklan laughed as he pulled a flask from his combat vest and held it out. "Nipped me some 'a JT's special brew. Should have sum, it'll loosen ya up."

"Dammit, Jim, you could start a car with tha-," Smitt snapped but cut off when another volley rocked the ship with a lurch. The little girl squealed a scream and Smitt nearly lost his footing but Kirklan caught him and put the tech back on his feet.

"Ere, lemme 'ave tha gurl," Kirklan laughed as he pulled the child off Smitt's side, purring a gentle, "Gonna be ok, pun'kin. Just need a betta vantage's all," he flashed a cocky grin before hefting her up onto his shoulders where she could look over the heads of the crowd to try and find her parents.

Under better circumstances Smitt might have taken a moment to marvel at how cleverly the brute handled the girl but there wasn't time for that now. More people were staggering in and the hits just kept coming. "Have you seen Max?" Smitt finally broke down and just asked.

"Look like I seen a enty b***h around?" Kirklan laughed, shaking his head as he turned a slow circle so the little girl could look over all sides.

"She isn't a dog," Smitt grit through clenched teeth for the insult then jerked for the tap to his shoulder and blinked at the chest that greeted him. "Jake," the little man sighed, tilting his head back to stare up at the much taller soldier who didn't answer but nodded toward the starboard side.

Smitt's brow twitched in brief confusion for the gesture before he turned sharply to search the crowd. At first there was just a sea of unfamiliar faces then it shifted and he caught a glimpse of the tall brunette, bloody faced but walking.  

[Shade264]

VIP Corridor [5-3]

Still running down the VIP Corridors, Deamon stumbles a bit as the next volley of fire rocks the ship. Luckily the corridors were mostly empty by this time. Nearing the entrance to Life Support, another wave of nausea snaps him out of his jovial mood. Okay, this clearly isn't any natural disaster I've ever heard of. He thought. And whatever their shooting at us is beyond any type of weapon we have available.

Stumbling through the door to life support he stops to gather up some med kits and supplies while he starts to form a more concrete plan of action. We need more information about what were dealing with. Should get a scout ship in the air, asses the situation. See if I can coordinate a counter offense. At the very least try to draw their fire and organize a retreat. Damn it, if we lose this ship it won't much matter how many people survive. Without it's resources, none of them are prepared to handle life in a hostile alien environment.

Once he has gathered a sizable amount of supplies into a pack, he slings it over his shoulder and turns to the exit for the hanger when another wave of illness hits him like a hammer. Daemon doubles over, gasping for air and fighting back the urge to vomit.

Life Support Med Center [7]

 

[Mugentsuki]

VIP corridor 5-1

The blast of heat from civilian corridor 4E and the sound of screaming metal caused Sam's heart and stomach to drop to his feet. Despite the constant desire to run like hell caused by this event, Sam stayed where he was and continued to direct the massive traffic of civilians, ushering them towards the hanger bay. [1-4] The rush of civilians seemed to be at an end and what appeared to be the last group was approaching him, so Sam took this moment to call out to them to follow and retreat to the hangers himself.

[5]While passing through the life support pods he saw a man gathering supplies half randomly. Although that was definitely a good thing, he doubted the man even knew what he was grabbing, and highly doubted it would even be close to enough, so he as well shoveled the more necessary supplies from the secure medical cabinets into duffle bags and passed them off to the nearby civilians to carry, who thankfully, did as instructed and took them without hesitation. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man double over heaving and sweating. Sam knew this was not going to end well and quicky grabbed a bottle of antiemetics (nausea/vomiting meds) from the cabinet as well, broke the cap off on the side of the cabinet, and ran to the man, throwing the man's arm over his shoulder and lifting him up, "Take these!" He urged the pills into the mans hand and started forward "We have to move, now!" He did not know what was attacking them, or if the ship was going to be boarded, but he knew that he didn't want to be around if it was.

Life support, Med center (7)

 

[KiIIerWarrior]

The attackers were relentless in their assault as another volley struck the starboard side. Luckily one of the soldiers had gotten a hover-bike and scouted the surrounding area. He called out over the CB Radio, "Anyone who's got their ears on in the hanger listen up. We got a thick forest to magnetic South and some stone formations to the north by a lake. Enemy fire seems to be originating from a swamp to the east. I've spotted eight enemy shi-" Static filled over in place of his voice as another crash of plasma was heard from outside. It could have been interference from the attack but nobody was certain. Most heard all they needed to know.

Daemon had been gathering supplies when a medical officer gave him a bottle of pills. He was different than the one he'd seen to treat him out of cryo. The medicine would easily get rid of the major symptoms so it was a wonder he hadn't received any earlier. Although it probably wouldn't pose any immediate effects it would cure the illness faster
[Roll a four sided die when you start taking the medicine. Subtract your roll from your opening post result. So if you roll a two it's [19-2=17] and still a fail by seven]


Max and Smitt stood on almost opposite sides of the hangar. Kirklan meanwhile was eyeing up one of the nearby APC's. He'd wanted to shoot the cannon on one of those since they left Earth.

"Ye think yer good ta drive there Smitty," Kirk suggested with a cheeky grin nodding at the lump of metal on wheels.

"C.. Can I drive?" The little girl in a soft voice piped up. Kirklan let out a laugh and gave her a little hop in his arms.

"Ain't she a brave lil' sp'rit now with Uncle Kirklan protectin 'er."


Lia tried to help out a man who'd been staggering by but he shrugged her off. Half of his face had burns and he was clutching a metal briefcase in his arms, as if it were keeping him alive.

"No, it's my life's work they don't understand. Nobody will understand," he ranted half to himself, "This isn't how things were supposed to-," a rushing civilian rammed into the man knocking the case from his hands as he fell to the ground. With a thwump his skull slammed into the floor and he was as good as gone.


"-And remember to make sure to test the water you spray them with. Hey, You even listening to me?" A lab tech was yelling at Max as she stood there scanning over the sea of faces. "Damn Marines, never listen to the science guy, see if I care when you starve, Neanderthals," he sneered before running to get in the back of a nearby jeep.


The last legs on Corridor 4E gave out causing it to plummet downwards just as another volley of plasma brimmed along the side of the ship. Corridors 4F and 4G were all but disintegrated this time. Even the hangar bay walls were under fire. It wouldn't be much longer before they got through.

If anyone manages to get a vehicle, they can make it one square away from the ship in any direction. Updated the map to give relative distance and new locations. Remember at 60 mph you're moving a mile a minute (Which is three squares) For the next round of course. I know this makes those speed bikes ultra mobile but they're pretty weak. Just warning ya. Otherwise you still get your [5] moves in the ship.

-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
>0% HP
>25% HP
>50% HP
>75% HP
100% HP  

[Ivaylo_Sai]

"You're not her uncle," Smitt grumbled flatly at Kirklan who just shrugged with a grin. There were more important issues though, especially with the call on the radio. Ships were spotted. Eight of them. Obviously armed. Smitt looked toward the APC with a nod. "Better than you can," he answered the previous question with a huff then shook his head. "You really think abandoning ship is the way to go with this?" Smitt looked more toward Jake than Kirklan.

The tall soldier rolled a noncommittal shrug as he stepped past Smitt to drop two heavy bags of arms and ammo into the back of the APC then shrugged the high powered sniper riffle off his back and held it across his lap, checking the clip as he took a seat next to the bags.

"See, Smitty," Kirklan put in with a wave toward the other soldier. "JT's got Fionna out 'n I been wantin' ta fire tha Big Boy since I first met 'im," the little bear gave the APC's rotary cannon a pat with a wicked grin as if Smitt needed reminding what the names went to. "Any alien ******** come at us we got it covered."

"Technically -we're- the aliens here," Smitt reminded in a flat tone but knew better than to argue with the man so just gave the hangar a worried look before he nodded with a sigh. "Fine. But we're waiting for Max. And not leaving without filling that thing. It wouldn't be fair to take a personnel carrier out without putting personnel in it."

"Course, Smitty," Kirklan guffed the tech's shoulder as he passed to pull the girl off and set her in the APC before crawling after. "Take a sit, pun'kin. Right next ta JT here. Hold on ta yer seat an it'll all be ok," Kirklan ruffled the girl's hair with a rough hand and flashed a wry grin at Smitt.

"Don't make promises," the tech muttered lowly as he gave the hangar another look around then stepped onto the back bumper of the APC for a higher vantage. After a brief look Smitt gave a loud whistle to catch Max's attention then called out over the crowd to anyone in range, "Pack up, folks. We got a carrier movin' out and seats open on it. Grab what useful supplies you can, while you can, and get seated." Then he hopped back down and started helping people get in, keeping an eye out for a doctorish looking sort, a bit worried about the blood he'd seen on Max's face.  

[L`Tisha]

Hanger Bay

Lia
Lia tried to help out a man who'd been staggering by but he shrugged her off. Half of his face had burns and he was clutching a metal briefcase in his arms, as if it were keeping him alive.

"No, it's my life's work they don't understand. Nobody will understand," he ranted half to himself, "This isn't how things were supposed to-," a rushing civilian rammed into the man knocking the case from his hands as he fell to the ground. With a thwump his skull slammed into the floor and he was as good as gone.

Lia checked his status quickly and efficiently, establishing he was indeed dead before retrieving the case and hurrying on. If it was important, maybe his "life's work" could somehow be salvaged when things calmed down a bit.

Suddenly she heard, "Pack up, folks. We got a carrier movin' out and seats open on it. Grab what useful supplies you can, while you can, and get seated." She had trouble spotting who exactly had said that, but it seemed like advice as useful as any so she headed in the general direction, herding other survivors along as she went. Each breath was coming easier now as she recovered from the cryo sickness. But as she pushed yet another wide-eyed fellow in the same direction, it occurred to her that they all couldn't possibly fit on one small craft. She started looking around as she continued, looking for alternative means of transportation. The ship rocked with another hit, making leaving seem most desirable at the moment.  

[Shade264]

Life Support [7]

Deamon took the offered pills gratefully and swallows a few dry before shaking off the officers supporting arm and standing on his own again. "Thanks for the help, I can walk---" His conversation was cut short by the scouts report over the intercom, followed by the static of radio silence. "Damn it." His previous objections forgotten he turns his attention back to the officer. "I need to get to one of the Skyjets. They'll hold three if you want to come along, but we have to move fast."

The next volley of fire nearly knocks him off his feet and he grabs the nearby table for support. He shakes his head sadly. "This ships as good as gone and without a scout in the air we'll be running blind through the wilds on an alien planet in a hostile environment. Even if we do get out of here alive, I don't like our odds."  

[umbraja]

Things were not looking very good for the ship but at least Max's hearing came back enough in time to catch Ryan's whistle and hear him call out to load the truck for evacuation. She'd not really been paying attention to the lab geek that insulted her and even if she had she wouldn't have gotten the reference but she did quite well grasp what was going on. They were under attack and needed to get out of here.

Max gave the fleeing lab tech a brief glance then dropped her eyes to the supplies in her arms and considered briefly before giving her shoulders a shrug and walking a bit unsteadily toward the large truck, an armored personnel carrier designed to hold 14 people, where Smitt and two other soldiers were prepping the APC's cannon for defense. By her logic that was the best ride they could get. Sure it wasn't as fast as the other vehicles but the passenger space, armor, and cannon made up for it, and that wasn't even counting the fact that two soldiers and a mechanic were there to operate the thing.

Still she had to push through the crowd to get there. Some fell away to make room for the imposing soldier, as they usually did, but many were just too panicked to even notice. Max was not used to this sort of thing, especially when she was looking so ragged from nearly getting blown up and cooked but she wasn't the only one with problems right now. Other people in the hangar jostled her back and forth as she staggered through the chaos trying not to drop her armful of supplies while that headache was making it difficult just to see.

A medic would have been a great thing for Max right about now but she would have to settle for a doctor as she bumped headlong into a petite red head that was standing nearish to the carrier but looking for other options.

Max nearly dropped her boxes but managed to keep hold of them as she stumbled back a few steps with a hissed grunt then gave Lia a wide eyed stare. The soldier was bleeding badly from a head wound and looked pretty rough all over, singed in several places. She blinked a few times to catch her balance then gave a little nod toward the APC.

"Should get on," she half muttered at the little doctor. "Not safe ta stay."

L`Tisha

 

[Mugentsuki]

Sam didn't necessarily like the idea of being airborne, mainly because if a ground vehicle gets hit you still have your feet to rely on, but in the sky, well, you're not going to be walking on clouds anytime soon. However, the man had a point. "Name's Sam, and if we're going to be taking one of them, we need some better firepower." He hung a sharp left and ran towards the armory, the rest of the group on his heels. Once in the armory he pulled an armful of revolvers. as revolvers don't have safeties, off the wall, handed them to the civilians, pointed at a line of targets and ordered them to fire off all six shots. One of the group got off one shot then sat there dumbfounded, two got to three shots before the kick from the gun made them give up, and the last three were able to finish the clip, but only one of them hit the target with all six rounds, a woman looking to be in her early twenties. Sam grabbed two FAS-34s off the rack, handed one to her and shouldered the other himself. "You're coming with us Miss..."

"Gillian," she had a faded Irish accent, which matched her bronze hair and emerald eyes. Accents had all but disappeared among those who lived in the lunar bases, or so it seemed to Sam as he had been doing the physicals earlier. "I was part of the lunar..."

"We can whistle while we run Gillian, no time to stand around and chat." And to emphasize his point he turned on his heel and toke off down the hall to the hangers. While running he turned back to the woman, "so you were saying?"

"Right, umm, I was part of the security detail, volunteer, on the lunar base. That's where I learned, to shoot," she was able to barely gasp out as they ran. Being able to keep up while carrying both the bag of med supplies and the assault rifle was mildly impressive, and Sam acknowledged that she did appear to be in good physical shape. It may have been volunteer, but at least it looks like they didn't slack off.

Once they reached the hangers Sam had the group, apart from the pilot looking guy and Gillian, disperse among the larger groups with the supplies. Sam figured this would increase survivability at least a little. With this he turned to the pilot guy and held out his hand. "Name's Sam. What do you say we get out of here?" Once the introductions were over, the three of them all headed towards the nearest Skyjet, uneasiness building in Sam's gut the entire time. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

((If Vay wants to build the NPC profile for Gillian, go ahead, I have no plans for her other than what was stated in the post. For all I know, GM might even kill her off.))  

[KiIIerWarrior]

Just as everyone was getting ready to move out the ship shook violently. The barrage had taken out most of the starboard side except for the hangar walls. the remaining civilian corridor was torn apart and even two of the VIP modules were decimated. The damage started taking it's toll on the structural integrity. The corridors between the Armory and Civilian Corridor 4A started twisting and tearing as the front of the ship broke off from the rear. There was enough support to keep the hangar bays level but as the ship split in half the enemy assault stopped.

The eight warships lifted off their artillery positions and started making their way toward the ruins of Seedling ship A1-54. The scout from before had managed to get back on the radio and call it in, "Still alive, though a little hazy. God my head hurts. Enemy ships approaching. Moving slow. Better get a move on folks. Sampson out." A few of the soldiers had known Second Lieutenant Sampson as a sort of lazy soldier. Occasionally dozing off here and there. Chances are he was hiding out in the hangar for a nap when the assault started. Would make sense how he got out there so fast.

Next round begins. Three minute timer as usual. Vehicles moving 60 MPH go one mile per minute. Each space on the map on Page 1 is a mile long. As for Daemon's medicine, No roll this time. I'll let everyone know how they improve after the battle's over and people can get some rest, hopefully.

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
>0% HP
>25% HP
>50% HP
>75% HP
100% HP  

[L`Tisha]

umbraja

"Should get on," she half muttered at the little doctor. "Not safe ta stay."

Personnel Carrier

Lia slung the briefcase quickly over her shoulder (if it has a shoulder strap - otherwise she dropped it) and reached out to help steady Max. "Ok, come on," she said, changing from just steadying Max to slightly pushing the big soldier ahead of her into the carrier. Whether others needed to get on ahead of her or not, Max clearly needed attention and they both needed to be on the carrier and sitting down for that to happen. So she hustled the imposing figure into a seat as soon as she could find one they could both strap into, grabbing a medkit on her way past. "Can you see ok?" she asked as she started tending the wound on her head. The worst of the damage seemed to be there, although she did note various burns, cuts and bruises elsewhere on the sturdy form. "Are you nauseous?"  

[umbraja]

L`Tisha

Max gave the little doctor a grunting nod for the push but she did lumber to the ACP and dump her armful of supplies from the bio garden into another pile of other supplies gathered by those that were watching from inside the carrier. There were a few more than just the soldiers by now and they didn't have time to wait any longer given the state of the attack outside.

A last volley tumbled Max onto the floor of the carrier as it rocked the ship with a terrible crashing sound when the starboard hull gave out over the civilian corridor and ripped the ship in half. Heads turned to stare in horror but the hangar walls held so there wasn't much to see. Or hear. After the crash, the sound of the attack suddenly stopped. Max knew that was absolutely not a good thing and even the civilians seemed to grasp the danger was not over.

"Time ta move!" Kirklan shouted from the tail of the carrier then reached down to help Lia up, more accurately grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up. He didn't linger with her though and let her go immediately to pull up a few other panicked civilians groping to get inside.

Max was still bleeding so Lia had more important things to do. The tall soldier gave another grunt for being hustled into a seat and sort of nodded at the little doctor's first question then shook her head with a shrug for the last and just sat with a slightly vacant stare as the doctor checked her wound. It was deep but on her forehead so not a major injury, just bled a lot. Concussion on the other hand, could be a serious problem. Unfortunately a lot of the symptoms for cryo-sickness were the same for a concussion. At least Max's pupils were dilating properly.  

[Shade264]

Hanger

At the armory, while guns were being handed out Daemon enters the security override code on one of the weapons lockers and grabs up one of the sniper rifles. Grunting under the weight of the weapon, he closes the locker resetting the code automatically before continuing to follow the crowd to the hanger. When the crowd disperses, he makes a bee line along with his two new companions straight to one of the Skyjets that had been prepped for tomorrows scouting mission.

With another grunt he tosses the rifle up into the cockpit before shaking the officers hand. "Daemon Straus. And that's the best idea I've heard all day." He climbs up into the cockpit and starts prepping for takeoff while the others get themselves and their gear loaded in. As the low whine of the engines starts up, a ghost of his old devilish smile comes to his lips. "Good morning my new friend, let's see what sort of trouble we can get into."

Once the way was clear of civilians He eases the jet forward and out heading straight for the coastline. Seeing the rest of them heading for the forest, Deamon shrugs. "South it is then. Just hope there's a clearing somewhere, I can't land in that." He says over his shoulder indicating the dense wooded area. "Going to have to fly low though, we don't want to draw their attention to us specifically."

Skyjet

 

[Ivaylo_Sai]

The crowd was getting dangerously restless and that last shock sent them into even more of a panic. At least Max had found her way to the carrier. Smitt didn't say anything but he did watch as the little doctor strapped the woman in and checked her injuries. She was being tended to and he didn't have time to fuss over it.

With Max strapped in and the last few others clambering on board there was no longer any reason to stay and every second they waited made the civies even more agitated. Jake sat with his rifle in his lap and watched the crowd outside as if they might be trouble. Smitt made a few last adjustments to the cannon mounts then crawled into the driver's seat next to the frumpy little woman he'd passed the clingy child off to. The woman gave him a nervous smile as she patted the girl's head trying to keep her calm. Smitt returned the smile tightly, almost a sneer, as he turned to shout back at the others, "All ********," Kirklan snapped back as he secured the carrier door with a hollow slam then climbed into the gunner seat to strap in.

"A-are we leaving now?" a mousy little intern from one the labs squeaked in the back, glancing between the soldiers.

"Naw, we're just gonna sit tight an wait fer tha nasty aliens ta go away," Kirklan huffed at the intern.

"Kirklan," Smitt warned as he gave the passengers a last check to be sure they were all strapped in. His eyes lingered on Max and the little doctor treating her before he put the carrier into gear and started moving it out through the port hangar doors, weaving through the crowd to do so then heading as fast as he safely could for the nearest cover, which was probably those trees over there.

APC, heading south for the forest

 

[Mugentsuki]

First thing Sam did upon entering the skyjet was to attach the FAS-34 to the mount and help Gillian to do the same. As he heard the engines roar to life he strapped himself into the gunner/passenger seat and gave Daemon the all-clear.

"I'd prefer to put some distance between us and them by going to the coast with the ship in-between, then follow the coast, North or South, doesn't matter to me, lets just get out of here and fast!"