rocks fall everyone dies

[golemized]

[ The communicator comes on deep in the darkness of the ship, having been jarred by the movements of its owner. There is only one person on the ship whose footsteps are this heavy, the glinting of crystals and white runes revealing Shale's identity to anyone who may recognize them. It soon becomes apparent, however, that the golem is not walking, not running, but fighting -- her large, stone arms are swinging, her targets making loud, inhuman noises of pain. Still, they keep coming, claws scratching along the floor of the ship.

Shale bellows and some of the creatures hiss in pain. There's just enough light from the magic in her crystals and the screen of the communicator that the next time Shale takes a swing, a creature is reflected, caught on camera. Despite the golem's heavy assault, she's being pushed back by the pack of manticores, close quarters making it more and more difficult to fight the way she's used to.

Then, quite suddenly, the camera angle tips. For a moment, it catches the ceiling, then the manticore that's attempting to leap onto Shale. Something bright is knocked off and away by the claws reaching toward Shale's shoulder -- a crystal, perhaps, and it falls clattering away into the darkness. Then, all three -- golem, communicator, and manticore -- fall.








And fall.
















And fall.




























And fall.


























And, eventually, land. The camera stays on for a few moments longer, but nothing is moving save for a blinking red light, illuminating the now-crushed bodies of the manticore and the golem. Shale is hardly in as bad of shape as the creature, but both look like they've fallen into a singularity and couldn't get up. There's no movement, and the runes etched on Shale's stone dim, then flicker out completely. After a few moments more, the communicator times out as well -- and the red light, presumably, shines on. ]

((ooc: Quick explanation: deep within the ship, Shale accidentally found herself some manticores that some of you may remember from the stasis sickness event! While fighting them, she managed to fall down one of the creepy holes and, ahaha, remember those black holes from the maze and how they'd crush you? Well, that happened to her (and the unlucky manticore that fell with her). Congratulations, TQ, you've found one of the few things that can quickly kill a golem! Also, you know, everyone's probably going to die horribly. Yeah. That too. Much love to the mods for giving me a way to kill Shale in a horrifying manner, and I'll still be around with my other characters! ALSO: Quinlan has dibs on the crystal that fell off her.))

Comments

[testgasm]

no she attempted to correct me so i re-phrased my point using a direct quote and that's when you stepped in

and i never agreed to this meeting you can take your crap logbook and shove it up your arse

provided there's enough room what with the stick and all

[jurisimpudent]

Mr. Wheatley, am I truly to understand that you think we're going about our jobs incorrectly -- but that you're not even willing to take the time to tell us how? Are you so uncaring for the welfare of your fellow passengers?

[testgasm]

i told you how it's just not what you want to hear so you're giving me the runaround

typical

[jurisimpudent]

No, you did not. There is no instruction so useless as "do better." Therefore, if you have nothing better than that, your comments are completely useless.

As I have said: we take no joy in this whatsoever. Her death was eminently preventable. But there was only one individual who could have prevented it.

I hope that you are able to come to terms with this.

[testgasm]

i mean if you want to get technical SEC is in charge of passenger safety and if people are dying you're not doing a very good job but who cares about that nothing could ever be your fault right edgeworth

so how's that spotless record feel

anyway maybe i'd come to your stupid meeting if you didn't have a track record of dismissing everyone else's ideas before you even hear them

[jurisimpudent]

Mr. Wheatley, we in security are constantly in contact and open to suggestions and complaints. It is and has always been our policy that we protect within the secured boundaries of the ship; it is and has always been that we cannot protect those who go off on their own.

I don't know how to explain this more clearly. I suspect, however, you do not want me to, as evidenced by the fact that you're just trying to antagonize and enrage rather than trying to address this situation.

I am sorry for your loss. I will suggest, however, that you would do best to get off the network as soon as possible until you have regained control, as your current antagonizing and insulting is only hindering the retrieval of her corpse and efforts by relevant teams to get things done.

[testgasm]

what the flippin hell are you even on about the only thing i'm impeding is your afternoon of sitting behind a desk and filing paperwork while people get killed

what an absolute tragedy

[jurisimpudent]

Of course, Mr. Wheatley. You could not possibly be more correct.

[testgasm]

yeah who am i to keep you from recording all these deaths in your logbook

stick em right between 'made derogatory marks about nonhumans' and 'ironed my cravat'

[jurisimpudent]

[Cravats are starched, not ironed, you ass, and I've never made a derogatory --]

You're completely right.

[testgasm]

i know

[jurisimpudent]

So glad this occasion has been flattering to your ego; I suppose that's all that matters. Good day, Mr. Wheatley.

[testgasm]

right enjoy your cravats and existence devoid of all culpability ever

this has been informative