Guess it's explanations time on the USG Confessional, and it's my turn. Alright then.

Before I get into details, I'm still going to claim I'm still the best person to have in Engineering, and considering how understaffed we still are, there's not a lot anyone can do for that, except let me work. Those of you who expressed interest earlier to help in engineering, I'm going to still need you until we get some more people working with the systems down here.

Alright, now it's time for the bad part of this story.

In case you didn't know, the name's Clarke. Isaac Clarke. My bad day started out on a ship similar to this. The USG Ishimura.

It was a planet-cracker class. And that means exactly what I said it does. We hadn't found anything besides us in the universe, and us humans - well, we needed resources if we were going to survive, and that old hunk of rock known as Earth had run out a long time ago. So we bust planets open and we turn them into galactic strip-mines.

Well, the flagship of these endeavors, the USG Ishimura, went on a routine planet crack. Well, almost routine. Because as it turned out, they stumbled into a restricted space. And that's where I come in: The Ishimura went dark, I was part of the repair team.

The short version is it didn't end well. The long version is that I had to fix a decrepit spaceship inhabited by one of the most terrifying things we've ever seen, where I come from.

Necromorphs. For those who missed part of that - yeah, 'necro' as in dead. They're aliens that use dead human tissue in order to populate themselves. The entire crew of the ship had been driven crazy and massacred, and most of the repair team did as well, over the course of things.

I... It wasn't easy. One of the scientists we found out were actively betraying the rest of the crew, thought that these Necromorphs were the next step of human evolution.

I had to go down to the planet they'd cracked open and destroy the thing giving them all commands. I had to stop the ship from falling out of the sky. And what did I get for it?

Reminder that I sent my girlfriend to her death by thinking being a med doctor on the biggest, most well-known ship ever devised by humanity would be as good for her as she thought it might be.

So there's my story, and I'm sticking to it. But if we're going to start seeing things from our own homes pop up here. Just remember.

If you see something shambling towards you, and it looks like it should be dead, you cut off its limbs.

Clarke out.

Request for: body count.
Not dead. Obviously.
Injured parties, report to medbay by request of JW.

Update on ship ongoings, don’t be trivial.
Emotional accounts, overly embellished stories with
words such as : ‘terrifying’ and ‘unjustified’ will be met with scorn.
We’ve gathered that the demons are ‘big old meanies’.
Now, how can they be stopped and what are we doing to stop them?

SH & JW

PS.

“No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected.”

[ There is a small addendum, a call out to specific people. The word familiar to one, the cypher familiar to the other. The quote is a clue enough. ]

RDKTCIGN

[ FILTER TO KIRK | SPOCK ]

Sorry, I missed brunch. - SH

Sherlock went missing, as suspected. Went to find him. Didn’t think it’d take so long, sorry. What can we do to help? - JW

( OOC | key is 15 and replies will come from both John and Sherlock)

[ robb's face is like stone, his voice like ice, and the mask of kingship just barely hides the undercurrent of fury in his voice. in his tone there dwells bared teeth, raised hackles, all just barely contained. for all the kingly restraint, the viciousness of it shines through. ]

There is a man upon this vessel named Magneto, who has done a great harm to my brother's companion, a lady named Alayne Stone. I call upon you to present yourself to answer for your crime, ser, and save me the task of hunting you down.

[ there is a moment's pause, as if he would say more but thinks better of it, and then disconnects. ]