09 September 2013 @ 04:08 pm
[so about that insomnia. no, okay, anakin looks pretty much the same as always when he starts the feed (bar the fact he's down to his inner tunic and has a few smudges of grease on his face. and there may still be a few remnants of stasis fluid in his hair. this is what happens when you have a sudden brainwave and forego your usual rituals in order to follow through.]

Has anybody here ever received something in their locker that they know belongs to them, even though they've never seen it before?

[yes, that might be a strange question to ask, normally. but in a place like this? not so much. he's referring to the lightsaber he's currently inspecting (again). one almost identical to his own, bar the larger size and the abundance of black. (and that sith-like blade he isn't going to mention to anybody. nbd)]

Did any of you ever find out how you got it in the first place?

[because seriously. synthetic crystal. red blade. this is not a good thing.

there's a few pings now; ones sent to those from his world, past, present, and future. (or at least those he's already met). it's left open though because he knows there are more of you out there.]

So, how many of us does that make now? How many people who are familiar with Jedi, back in your home galaxy?

[and then a moment's pause before-]

Luke, I know you're here again.

[there's more he wants to say. there always is when it comes to the matter of his future son. but this one feels different. he knows he isn't the same man who was here the last time. and so he also knows he needs to play this carefully.

a slow exhale, a half smile, and then he's locking down the feed for one last transmission.]

[locked to carolyn; viewable to flight crew]

It didn't work.

[okay, no. perhaps some context]

The power cells do hold a charge, and that should be enough to power a shuttle. But it doesn't work. Every time they're plugged back in to the shuttles, the charge disappears completely, and even Artoo can't track where it goes.

Maybe it's... [huff] I don't know. It could be because we're leeching power from the Tranquility, so maybe we could try charging them some other way. But right now, this whole plan isn't working.

[but! he's anakin skywalker. giving up isn't in his vocabulary.]

I'll come up with something else.
19 August 2013 @ 11:07 pm
picture! )

If Jedi feel the need to use their magic, better hurry. You don't know how much trouble the kid can get into. Seriously. I've spent the last couple of weeks hunting this kid down through the entire ship, so if he shows up in your department, kick him in the butt and send him down to me.
[n-not that he's worried about him or anything!!!]
02 August 2013 @ 10:49 am
For those who noticed the incident that triggered the watering system in the garden a few hours ago, I'd like to assure you that it wasn't a ship error or an act of random vandalism, and it wasn't anything to be concerned about. It was an accident and it won't happen again.

[a pause. okay, anakin, your turn to speak. explain the accident]

There was a slight…malfunction while we were testing the repairbikes.

[okay, so perhaps it's more like "they were being idiots and pushed the bikes too hard and managed to hit a tree" but shh.

also, guess who isn't impressed about having to make this post in the first place? damn future masters.]

The rain managed to put out the fire before it spread, but- Look, it wasn't our fault. We fixed them perfectly, but then the controls froze up and it either this or let them fly about and possibly kill someone. At least this way it's just a few trees that got hit.

[because that means they made the right choice, doesn't it? he just glances back across at obi-wan now, leaving him to finish this up. there's a reason the other jedi usually takes the lead in discussions instead of him.]

Either way, we accept full responsibility for our actions, and apologize if we startled or frightened anyone.

[ooc: Blue is Obi-Wan, this refers to this!]
08 June 2013 @ 02:48 am
[ when the feed begins, luke looks relatively calm, though there's a hint of stress in the faint line between his brows. it's.. been a rough jump, not just for him, but for the whole ship. he offers a polite nod, clearing his throat. for a moment, then, he looks a little awkward, like he's not quite sure how to start-- but he takes a deep breath and begins anyway. ]

Hello to new arrivals. Ianto has already posted a guide to explain everything we know about our situation here, so personally speaking, I think you should all take a few minutes to read it. I found it very helpful, myself, and he's extremely approachable if you have any further questions that aren't already covered.

With that said, speaking as a member of the security team, we've already had a few incidents in past jumps, and it seems we've had one this time, as well, so please be conscious of when and how often the jumps occur. It's good to prepare for them a few days out, and always have a plan. It doesn't pay to be too much of a hermit here, either, I'm afraid.

For the sake of some data collection on my part, I'd also be interested in arrivals and disappearances this jump, especially given the unusual circumstances surrounding it. Anything you can provide would be appreciated.

[ .. ugh, now for the hard part. ]

locked from sw folks;

--And for the record, not to take away from more serious business, but my name is Luke Skywalker for those who're new. I've recently become aware that some of you are familiar with me from, ah-- holos. Movies. That.. apparently depict parts of my life.

I don't think I have to ask anyone to be courteous to others from my galaxy, but just in case.. please be aware that not everyone will be able to take that sort of information well. And-- for those of you who are familiar with-- with me, with the galaxy I'm from, I'd be extremely grateful if you'd leave it to me to talk to Anakin about his future.

[ a slightly awkward, uncomfortable pause, rubbing his nape with his gloved hand. ]

.. Thank you, I think that's all.
24 May 2013 @ 01:05 am
[it's a question that had come from a time long before this jump. one born from his very arrival; exacerbated by those weeks spent alone in the ship. he needs answers, and he knows that he should be looking to the other jedi for them. but obi-wan isn't an option now. not while he's still dealing with the truths he's learned most recently. quinlan, a master, and still too unapproachable for him. the same again for lucien, a complete stranger. and then there's luke.

no, this is the way it has to go because there is no other option. it's one time where he needs to look beyond the will of the force. he needs to find advice.]

This ship is capable of bringing together those from different dimensions, as we are all aware. But so too is it capable of gathering those from different moments in time.

What do you do, then, if you hear tales of your own future? What if you learn that you will one day go against all that you believe?

[don't worry sw nerds, he isn't talking vader-level issues. more fathering a child-level rule breaking. a child that he isn't around to raise himself.]

Do you take what you have learned as a single, unchangeable future, or do you set all you have learned aside?

Is it even possible to ignore an accomplishment that you know shouldn't have taken place?

[and then, a second post. one unlinked to the first and filtered directly to a single person.]

[locked to luke skywalker]

[despite starting the message, there's a long pause at first. a moment to try and build himself up to it. the force had told him, han had confirmed it. but he still needed to hear it from the one person- the only person -who he knows he can trust completely about this. about their connection.]

I need to hear it from you. I need you to tell me who I am.

[he needs the truth]
[ Close up on Quinlan's face as he frowns in to the video feed and adjusts his comms device. Seemingly satisfied with the feed he sits back from the video feed and levels it with a stony look. His default expression, nowadays. ]

This ship has a habit of turning your mind against you. For those of you who find it useful - [ hey fellow jedi heyy ] - the oxygen gardens are good for meditation, especially the upper levels. Ground yourself, respect the life there, be mindful of the Living Force around you - and perhaps you'll find some peace.

[ And for the majority of the ship that's the end of the message! Those damn hippy Jedi! But for a select few from a galaxy far, far away there's an additional message attached: ]

FILTERED to Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Bail Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker & Lucien Draay:

So. We've got five Jedi, a senator, and - [ deadeyes ] - whatever Solo is. So that's seven -- seven of us, all from the same galaxy and all from different points in time. Small paths in one long journey.

For my own part, I know enough about the future - [ his expression turns grim, distant, ] - the Clone Wars end, peace returns to the galaxy. I know the role I play in the events. The Force guides me -- and I will do what I must. You needn't tell me any more. [ A pause, a gruff nod. ] Each one of you can decide for yourself how much of your future you want to know. I won't make that decision for you. But we all need to be clear.
10 May 2013 @ 01:33 pm
[ when the feed begins, luke is seated somewhere looking a little on the worse-for-wear side. dressed in the same all black he'd worn on the death star, his expression is pleasant enough, if exhausted. but he can't quite rest yet-- not until he has a few things sorted out.

he offers a smile that he hopes seems less sheepish than dignified, bobbing his head in a polite nod. ]

Hello. I'm Commander Luke Skywalker of the, ah, Alliance of Free Worlds-- but as our ranks mean very little in the grand scheme of things here, please feel free to call me Luke. I apologize, since I know we're all still settling in after the jump, but I had a request and an offer.

[ he lifts his right hand with a wince, pulling the glove back slightly to reveal the blaster damage to his prosthetic. he pulls it back down over the hole, then, fingers clicking as he curls them and lowers that hand. ]

As you can see, I have a prosthetic, and it's seen quite a bit of damage in the last few-- well, weeks, really, but it's at the point now where I can't ignore it. I was hoping someone on the ship had access to tools for delicate work that I could borrow. The sooner the better, in all honesty.

[ a brief pause, straightening slightly. ]

The offer is in regards to my place on this ship. I'm told that there are gaps in the manning in several departments, and I'm happy to offer my services. Skillset-wise, I'm most suited to security or engineering, I think, but I'm a quick study if I'm needed elsewhere.

[ he seems to consider that for a moment and, satisfied, offers a quick salute. ]

Skywalker out.

[ the feed ends. ]
28 April 2013 @ 03:12 pm
[and now in a break from your pirate-related problems, have a return to the other horrors the tq holds. the feed opens on an up-angled shot of two figures. there’s a soft beep that comes from closer to the camera; a sign that a certain droid has finally managed to find a stable network signal. with the alert given, one of the two figures comes to a halt, reaching a hand out to stop the other.

there’s a momentary flicker of the feed, before the scene becomes clearer. just enough to reveal the identity of the two figures. yes, that’s an elusive wichita you see, tq. surprise?]

-- Is it on? [ she laughs before she even hears the affirmative beep from R2, her voice rougher than it normally is, but she doesn’t care. she’s too relieved, too grateful for being found, to put much thought into how off she sounds, and probably looks. three weeks without any human contact has left her feeling a litt-- severely off anyway, so it’s appropriate. she’s a grimy, sweaty mess, dark circles under her eyes, but she’s smiling. kind of. so maybe she’s alright? ] Need to find Mrs. O’Leary. Ran away, silly mutt. Ran away for help, but then she couldn’t find me again. Poor puppy. [ aaaand now she’s frowning at the thought of Mrs. O’Leary wandering the ship alone. and she’s maybe possibly gripping Anakin by the shoulder now, bruised up fingers bunched in the material there, despite her earlier protests of wanting any help walking at all ]

We’ll find her. Or she’ll find us. Don’t worry. [it’s a quiet side comment, directed solely toward wichita. he still isn’t particularly used to this whole “friendship” idea, not after his last attempts. but he knows enough to realize it’s his duty here to try and keep her calm. it’s something that may have been easier to do if he knew her better in the first place.

back to the camera again, and anakin frowns a little. he knows about the pirates; obi-wan had made sure of that. but he doesn’t know whether or not they’re still around. they haven’t had an opportunity till now to make contact with the rest of the ship’s residents since finding wichita.]

We are heading towards the medical bay. [wichita doesn’t get a choice about that one. with his supplies having long since been lost to the jaws of a manticore, he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to check wichita over. all he’s had to go on is the force, and the force is telling him to get her out of there. now.] If it’s safe enough for somebody to meet us there... [well, do.]

No, I don’t want to go to medical, I d- [ don’t need to go to medical was supposed to be the rest of that sentence. but instead she finds the words caught in her throat, like maybe she has to hiccup. or burp. she can’t tell. she huffs, annoyed, but then shakes her head, dismissing it. probably for the best, since she’s just whining like a child. ] I just want a drink, that’s all. Somebody get me a- [ whoa there, floor, who told you to move like that. ] - get me a drink. [ aaaand now she’ll drop to one knee, her free hand moving up to press against her eyes. nnh, her head is pounding- ] Shut it off, Artoo, just-

[ click. ]

[ ooc: wichita's blue-font, anakin's black-font. so thanks to Artoo and Anakin, Wichita's back! any replies from here on out will be voice replies, and if you text them, just specify which comm you want it to be sent to. thankies! ]
22 March 2013 @ 03:25 pm
[the feed opens to a shot of anakin sat on the edge of the swimming pool. it can't be seen through the feed, but despite seemingly being fully clothed (outer robe aside), his legs are underneath the surface of the water. he sounds far more subdued than usual; has been since those weeks in the corridors. but for once, it's his overall sense of (heavily fought for) peace that's keeping him calm. the dark can't reach him if he doesn't let it.]

There was a man here who spoke to Carolyn Fry about alternate fuel sources for the shuttles. If you're still here, could we talk? I'd already begun some modifications before the last jump, so your input would be helpful.

[because it's about time he gets back to work again. three weeks is too long a break]

Also, I was wondering if anybody knew where I could find a second communicator? I know we're provided with them when we arrive, but I need access to a second one for a project I'm working on.

[locked to carolyn] )

[locked to obi-wan] )

[locked to wichita] )
10 February 2013 @ 01:07 pm
Uh, this is Stormtrooper ... zero, fifty, zero, omega (that works, he supposes) we have a situation here, requesting backup. We have a wookie on the loose, I repeat, we have a wookie on the loose. Warning, warning, warning, warning he's loose in sectors four, five and seven. Probably.


We aren't sure, but that's why I'm requesting backup because how am I supposed to scout this entire facility for him?

(there's the sound of a laser shooting something) Also, cancel that reactor leak. I think I fixed it. Uhm, you never answered how you were doing?
27 January 2013 @ 12:04 am
[ here, have a MySpace style shot of Wichita walking own the hall ( actually it's probably more Blair Witch than MySpace, but it's way less creepy than BW. so. ), her voice quiet over a low hum of.. what sounds like wheels, maybe, or just little gears turning. it's weird, basically. ]

Okay, two things. One- R2D2 is on the ship. Yes, that announcement is worth it's own network post because, well, it is. Because two-

[ the camera is flipped around with a touch on the screen, and then just down the hall, maybe fifteen feet away, is R2D2, leading about a dozen Tranquility Roombas, in two lines, down the hallway. Wichita may or may not have been found them on her way out of the bar, and continued following them for about fifteen minutes before she turned on her camera ]

He started with a following of eight, but every time he passes a room that's being cleaned by a bot, it just stops what it's doing and joins the line.

Innocent playtime? Very possible.

Though I must admit that my imagination has concocted something most! sinister. For what they could be planning.

[ someone sounds a tiny bit like Holmes there, for those last few words, because maybe she misses him a lot and this is how she spends her time now okay. detective-ing. ]

-- And before anybody gets all huffy, don't worry, I'm really only recording this because it's kinda cute. They're like.. ducklings, almost. But what are they up to?

[ amuuuused. ]
26 January 2013 @ 04:29 pm
[ that says video, but it's not, really. the camera is actually face down on the bed, so you get a nice dark screen with a hint of flickering movement, occasionally enough light through the rumples of the sheets that it's more grey than black. ]

I totally don't get the anonymous posting thing. Not as though this is the internet. It's like a group skype session. Or — endless youtube, but without the cats. Which, fyi, lame. Video blogging is for A/V club nerds.

[ stiles, it seems, has opinions on the network. he huffs a cheek-puffing sigh. he didn't actually think it would be possible to be bored when you're in space and everything that happens is a major drama, but that's pretty much what he is, listlessly bored. it's a mood. ]

So you guys. You guys. Raise your hand if you've managed to learn something new and cool on the S. S. Pandorum. Except, don't actually raise your hand, okay? Just share with the class. Show and tell with space skills.

[ he picks up his communicator, and hey, there's his little face, all interested and ready to be amazed. ]

What do you know now, that you didn't know before you woke up here?
25 January 2013 @ 09:26 pm
[ Someone is definitely in a cheerful mood. Chad is a new face on the network--he's never talked on it, since he arrived here when there wasn't one, and he's been a little too busy learning to live again to sit in his room feeling sorry for himself and chatting on the network. That and he finally has something to show the network. Five pumpkins the size of soccer balls sit on the desk in front of him. ]

I know, they're not much to look at, but it's not just size that matters.

[ This is where anyone who knows Spock well ought to be tripping over their own jaw. He has Spock's face, without a doubt, but Chad is about far away from Spock's manner as it's possible to be. Starting with the smile, but also the liveliness of his delivery, one hand hanging lazily over the top of the nearest pumpkin, and the other elegantly gesturing to them as he speaks. ]

I've never grown anything in my life, but I couldn't bear to let the seeds go to waste. Turns out it's easier than I thought. Now-- [ He raises a knife off the table. ] I finished one of them. The question is what to do with the others.

[ The lights flicker and then turn off, with nothing more than a particularly heated glance, but Chad is still lit up by the orange glow emitted by one of the pumpkins. He turns it around to face the screen. ]

Any ideas?

Oh, and while I'm at it, I need more ideas for things to do around here. Things that aren't carving pumpkins or improving my sex life. I have those sorted.
21 January 2013 @ 03:48 pm
Hello, Tranquility. [ For once, Carolyn's background isn't the shuttle bay. It's medbay instead, though she's not a patient. Simon can occasionally be seen in the background, doing... doctor-things. ] I'm Carolyn Fry. On this ship, I work on the flight crew; back home I was the pilot and captain of another ship. I've got a few things I'd like to talk about today.

First is the flight crew. We're always looking for more members -- we're responsible for the maintenance, repair, and upkeep of the shuttles as well as flying them. We've gotten more members over the last few months but we'd always like more. If you're interested, we just want to know a bit about your skills. If you don't have any experience with spacecraft or aircraft of any time, several of us work together to provide flight training. If you're interested, we have some sign-ups on the subnetwork as follows.


Second, I'm aware that many of the people on-board have never been in space before. If this applies to you or you're looking for a better understanding of this ship specifically, I'll be holding one of our semi-monthly [ jumply? ] space training courses in two hours. This jump's focus will be on medical situations and health thanks to Doctor Simon Tam, and as a result, we'll be meeting in the medbay. Dr. Tam will be reviewing space-specific medical concerns as well as general medical concerns, teaching people who to use the automated medical machines, and several other topics.

In addition, I'll be covering what we know about the Tranquility specifically and what's happened here, as well as what we know about this universe. There's a lot of information out there and while the anonymous information page is quite helpful, sometimes it's easier to hear about it from someone else. I haven't been here for all of it but I'll do my best to answer any questions, as will Dr. Tam -- and anyone else is welcome to offer insight as well. This is also a good chance to get to know everyone else stuck here, if that's your thing.

For those of you who've missed any prior sessions and are interested, please see the following subnetwork page. [ SPACE TRAINING SUBNETWORK PAGE ] If you have any suggestions on making these sessions more accessible or anything you'd like to see covered, please let me know.

[ Pausing to run a hand through her hair, there's a barely audible "I'm starting to sound like Kirk" before she continues. Time to fix that. ]

This is new to all of us, even those of us who've been in space before. If you've got sense, there's no reason not to use the resources on board in order to be better prepared to survive. We may have bars and beds but this isn't a pleasure cruise. People have died and if you don't take care of yourself and exercise some caution [ and not break into the shuttle bay, Zaeed ] then it could be you next.

I'll hopefully see all of you in medical in two hours. Try not to disturb anyone working in there.

((ooc: Free-for-all log is here.))
19 January 2013 @ 07:32 am
[ Perhaps it a bit too late for this sort of conversation, but Erik necessitates its need anyway; the Tranquility has nearly always been a bastion for acceptance and tolerance, and the idea was constantly perpetuated throughout his previous stay here, something that deeply unsettled him. He's in a deserted room, particularly one that Alex Summers might be familiar with from their training sessions long ago, but his reason for being there is more along the need for silence. ]

For those of you who remember my face, I can assure you, you're not mistaken. [ He pauses for a moment, because while it needs to be said, it still angers him that he's back here. ] The ship has brought me back since then. For those of you who don't, [ welllllll. ] I expect we'll be acquaintances soon enough. [ But not really. ] In the meantime, you can call me Magneto. [ Except the fifty billion people that still call him Erik. ]

No doubt all the lectures have made it clear that the ship is not, in any way, safe, and this is hardly any different. I won't speak on false pretenses that unity is what matters, but my issue at hand is this: if you are non-human of any sort, vampires, werewolves, mutants, what have you, I urge you to seek solidarity only among your own kind. It is our strengths that will allow us to survive, our own inherited abilities, and we must use these to secure the ship against its ongoing threats.

We must defend ourselves by striking out towards the enemy and to an equal degree, protect the sections of the ship we have acquired. While the Security team has this under control, the ship's size makes this difficult. [ Considering Erik is on SEC, this is just asking for double protection. ] Your offense is our best defense.

PRIVATE » Alex Summers [ All that he gets is a ping to notice this, because the location should be familiar to him: its where Alex and he had trained a while ago and there are some things better discussed in person than over these. ]
[ The comms turn on and Rachel's face can be seen. She looks calm, confident and put together. Even though, on the inside, she might be anything but. ]


[ Rachel doesn't ask for help often - or, at all. So, she's not quite sure how to go about this. ]

I have a few [ how shall she put this ] questions. I'm new and I'm used to being the one who knows everything. [ except how to be modest ] I'm a paralegal [ because she refuses to use past tense ] and I know the ins and outs of the firm I work for. The associates, other paralegals - they all came to me for help. Granted, I've worked there for five years. [ As their best paralegal ever, but the network doesn't... need to know that. There's such thing as some modesty. ] For the first time in a long time I find myself with more questions then answers.

Hopefully, that's where you come in. If you wouldn't mind taking some time to answer a few questions?

First, I haven't been that impressed with the food here. It might be that I'm eating the wrong thing. And I haven't made it down to the oxygen gardens yet. Are their any chefs on board? Or, is there anyone familiar with food? [ a smile. ] Good food?

neal caffrey )

public ]

Second. Is there a way to transfer information from the datapads in the library onto my phone? I've been doing a lot of reading but I've been stuck in the library. There's nothing wrong with it, it's actually quite remarkable but... I'd like the option of reading somewhere else. Maybe the common room or my room.

Third. Things... happened a few days ago. Is there anything I shouldn't be doing? I got the basic rundown from several people my first week here. You can never be too safe, right?

Four. And it's less of a question and more of an apology... For those of you who know Mike Ross, I'm sorry. He's - well, you get used to him. So, if he's done anything to you or said anything to you [ or generally been himself at all ] just, please accept this blanket apology.

[ because she may have spent some time looking up conversations between Mike and people and wow, Mike, you fail at being a human being but why would that be different then in space? and maybe this is sort of flirty and needly - she may not be divulging voice mail details but she's only human. mike ross pushes her buttons. so she's pushing his ]

Okay. I think that's it. Oh, my name is Rachel, for those who haven't met me.

previous cr )

donna paulsen )
14 January 2013 @ 04:52 pm
Look, I don't really care if you go or don't go looking for whatever it is that killed two people this week.

But if you do, at least leave the door to your rooms open so people can loot your stuff after they find the body.

[Yes, he thinks people are pretty stupid for going out]

I didn't know Chase, but I'm assuming no one was watching her because no one thought of her as a kid?

[Well, no one thought of him as a kid, but then, he had a robo!bodyguard so....]

I'm sorry about the people who cared about her.

Encrypted to Cameron; 100%

Two things:

First off, do you know a guy named Josh Levinson? He mentioned my dad. By name.

Second off, how do you feel about moving to the first floor?

Encrypted to Kurt; 100%

Need company?
14 January 2013 @ 09:33 am
[A gruff, older voice comes out clear on the comms.]

Hello, new members and veteran crewmen alike. This is Isaac Clarke. For those of you I haven't yet introduced myself to - I'm the senior Engineering officer aboard the Tranquility. Engineering's my home, and as a certain someone likes to joke[HAYLEY], it's my home away from home. But that's not what I'm coming on to talk about.

The cause of the death of crewmember Chase Kilgannon. All signs of death, compared with video footage from crewmember Shale's last network post confirm that there are creatures out there, and we've fought them before, while recovering what is now the Science Department. We don't have a name for them, but here's the gist: They're humans with beast DNA mixed in, they're smart, they're insane, and they very much will overpower and try to kill you if they get a chance. They've survived multiple jumps, as to how, we don't really know. [The tone maintains a mix between professionalism and warning. He knows people are still mourning, but revenge definitely isn't the answer.]

If you want to read up on the specific, scientific details, here's a post on all the gruesome facts we have so far.


Going after these things unarmed is not advised, going alone - unless you have extensive skills in surviving in these kind of scenarios - even less-so. I know of maybe two or three people equipped to be running around the depths of the ship, and evenn then, these things favor having numbers on their side.

These things will not, I repeat will not attempt to strike at the areas we have already secured and tightened security on. This includes the Bridge, the Engineering Deck, the Oxygen Gardens, Life Support Systems, Crew and Passenger Quarters, Gravity Couches, Armory and Firing Range, Shuttle Bay, Medical, Science Department, and all standard hallways and lifts connecting them. Security has already made comments about their patrols, and the gist of that applies here - if you're outside their patrol range, you are at risk of being attacked and killed. Stick to groups if you go out exploring unless you can show extensive singular survival skills, and absolutely consult Kirk and Spock before heading out - we don't need people running out telling nobody and getting killed, even if you want to help and explore, going alone and without telling anyone solves nothing. You need a firearm, you need a way to take hits, and if you don't have those even thinking of going out is a bad idea.

If you want to help, there are plenty of understaffed departments - Flight Crew, Medical, Engineering - not to broadcast the need for more Engineers, but if you can get your hands dirty, we could use you down here.

For those that need to contact me privately about any details - Engineering based or otherwise - you can reach me at the following address:

OPR » 002 » 035

That's all I've got for now, Clarke out.

[And with that, the feed is cut.]
11 January 2013 @ 04:10 pm
[ 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.))