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Post by
Atik
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Prometheus
Smoke billowed out of the walls of the room, plunging it into a inky blackness and forcing the crew within to cover their mouths with cloths or their hands; not wanting to breath in too much of the potentially toxic fumes.
During the battle in orbit, the Prometheus had attempted to take evasive action, hoping to avoid the brunt of the Dominion's fire that had been aimed at them. It wasn't quite enough, however; the ship simply wasn't built for those sorts of maneuvers and still took several hits, including some to the engines themselves.
Unable to keep itself free of the planet's gravity well, the gigantic ship had begun plummeting, one of the first to slowly break into the bright blue atmosphere below; quickly turning red with flames upon entry.
Now, men and women ran about the engine room frantically, hoping to give them one last push and right the angle of entry; lest the ship itself burn to a crisp before ever touching ground.
"Come... on!" The man grunted, fighting with one of the panels that smoke billowed from; bent and twisted and refusing to actually budge. "Someone get me a knife, or a bar, or something!" He yelled. One of the other engineers quickly found a large metal bar, handing off so the man could pry the panel free.
Sparks and a bright blue glow escapes from the new found opening: more smoke exploding outwards as a device was thrown into the engine's reactor. The group moved back, hoping this plan worked.
A control panel near the door had been rigged with a crude antenna; meant to transmit to the power cells they had thrown into the upper engines. A switch was thrown, and the room suddenly exploded with light.
Outside, several of the ship's engines roared to life; massive white flames coursing out of them and streaking along the sky. The nose of the Prometheus tipped dowards, spearing its way through the flames and parting them as it broke the cloud layer. The ship groaned, accelerating towards the planet's surface with a trail of smoke left behind it.
Cheers resounded from the group within the engine room, only to be drowned out by a horrible screeching sound that echoed within their ears and forced many to bring their hands to the sides of their heads.
With a loud pop, the sound of sheering metal, like someone ripping apart tin foil, echoed through the room. Another burst of light signaled a silent explosion; one of the engines flying free and vanishing into the distance behind the ship.
Where, moments ago, there had been cheers, screamed now filled the room, mixing with the sounds of rushing wind. A woman desperately fought with the door controls, getting the exit opened moments before she lost her footing; flying up and out the hole with a look of utter terror overcoming her.
"Move, move, move!" Someone shouted, the group rushing for the door and out of the room, alarms sounding all along the ship. The floor curved and turned suddenly, the ship lurching as it was turned and aimed; an attempt to make the crash as survivable as possible.
The Prometheus skipped through the sky, nearly sliding along the tops of massive trees that formed a dense canopy as it zoomed for the coast. Branches began to snap as it descended, quickly turning into entire trees breaking under its force, and eventually becoming entirely uprooted as the ship touched down and began to skid along the jungle floor. Sparks flew and the sound of tearing metal and explosion echoed outwards, the Prometheus itself grinding a massive scar into the landscape behind it before finally slowing.
As the earth to either side of it had been kicked up into huge hills, so to was the earth in front of it as it stopped; ripping up and folding back over the nose of the ship, burying it somewhat under the dirt.
Many parts of the crash were still being explored and searched, for survivors or the dead. The lower decks most notably still remained in shambles from the crash; the ship had been gutted, rocks and stones and parts of trees mixing with wires and metal and piles of rubbles.
The large mechanical cat stepped along, a dark blue in color with glowing yellow eyes that illuminated the darkness like a pair of headlights on a car. A dish stuck up out of its open back, listening for any sounds of life.
'Bu-bump... bu-bump...'
A heartbeat. It was feint, and weak, but it was definitely a heartbeat. The Predator raced along, tracking it down to a large branch. The powerful machine made its way underneath the limp, lifting up and moving it to the side.
The engineer lay motionless, hardly breathing and covered in cuts and dried blood, many of his injuries looking like they were becoming infected after so long buried down here. Gripping his arms in its powerful jaws, the Predator pulled him along, out of the rubble and back the way it had come.
Desidaku, Celegosa
Goldshire
"You sure this is where the emergency chest is?" The boy asked. He was young, like the girl he walked through the basement with, looking hardly over thirteen at most. White hair covered his head, and dull red eyes scanned the storage closet.
His sister, on the other hand, looked mildly older; but it was merely a trick of her posture and body language, a certain air around her that seemed to fill the room and draw attention to her. Long shoulder length blue hair fell over a long purple dress that covered her body. "There!" She exclaimed, spotting a chest shoved into the corner.
The two rushed over, opening it and eying the contents before Celene nodded in satisfaction. "Looks good, now help me move it." She said, letting Des grab one end while she took the other. The siblings hefted the container upwards and out of the closet carefully, Des looking behind him as he was forced to walk backwards.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
Lieutenant Mandrake approached the crater from the south. In his left hand he carried a severed head of one of the natives - the ones with blue skin and red hair; the cut on the neck was exceptionally clean, and even cauterized to a small degree. Greg held his grim trophy by a wickedly curved tusk-like protrusion jutting out of the upper jaw. Across his broad shoulders lay the weapon to have performed the deed: his warp scythe, dormant for now and waiting for the terran to channel his psionic power into it.
The specter was notably missing his trademark longcoat and scarf, remaining in his customized hostile environment suit. He have gotten out of the crash mostly unscathed, for a couple of bruises and a split brow were trivial compared to what befell all too many of his fellow Raiders, but alas, his coat was damaged beyond any possibility of repair.
"Mandrake here," he spoke into the comm. "All clear to the south for the moment. Also stumbled on something interesting, if any of the science officers is not having their hands full in the infirmary, I would much like to have a word with them."
Then the specter remembered that their communication systems were down and cursed exasperatedly.
'
This is going to be tough for the poor sod...
'
Mickey shook his head, still reeling from the fact that the Magistrate was in coma and a fellow Dominion defector stood in command. It was easier for the short viking pilot to find the trust of the Raiders - fighting, especially against something like the Swarm, really brings people together. In any case, Sergeant Thompson was about to show Harvard his unwavering support, much like he had been doing ever since Korhal - an oddity among the Raiders, which, given the nature of this merry band of misfits, was saying something.
"Officer Harvard, sir," Mickey spoke up finally, with full formality. "I got
Nidhogg
primed and ready; thankfully, he is practically undamaged. Permission to go on a recon flight, sir?"
"Knick-knack, paddywack, give a dog a bone, this old man came rolling home..."
It was anyone's guess why exactly was Alistair muttering nursery rhymes as he fumbled with the damaged equipment in the medical bay, doing his best to fix it with what little he had. The Raider's bloodshot eyes were set deeply against his pale skin, his nostrils were fuming and his eyelids were twitching spasmodically - a result of his stubborn refusal to rest or leave the infirmary ever since the crash had happened. Almost miraculously, his hands were as steady as always; still over the past few hours his progress had been continually slowing.
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Sparkbolt
Character: Cori
Location: Goldshire
"C'mon Wibbles we don't have all day." A young boy called barley older then fifteen. He had short black hair and violet eyes and was wearing a black linen shirt and pants with leather boots. He picked up his backpack and sat it on his shoulders before grabbing his rifle and began to make his way into the town. Behind him a robot followed him, Mr. Wibbles stood five feet tall with a rectangular metal body with a rounded top and a single large blue eye centered in it's body. It's arms and legs floated beside and below it respectively held in place by arcane magic. The robot beeped before following after Cori.
Post by
Atik
William Triberk, C.O.L.A.
Prometheus
Continuing to drag its discovery, the Predator had eventually made its way to the med lab, dropping the limp man just ouside the door. The 'Combat Oriented Light Asset', or COLA as it had come to be known, sat down outside. Clicking sounds sounded from it in hopes of being noticed.
Desidaku, Celegosa
Goldshire
"Nice." Celene nodded, grinning. Des was too busy trying not to drop the chest onto her to commented, slowly making his way past Nico and stopping as the two set the supplies down. "Now we just have to get the cart hooked up and get out of here before she's back."
The Albino nodded, panting and wheezing.
"You're not done yet." Celene poked him, looking to Nico. "Help him get the chest out in the cart, and get Spike hooked up. I'll work on the note."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
"Affirmative. I will return within an hour, sir."
Mickey saluted smartly and headed away, whistling under his nose. Getting his viking operational was indeed easier than one would expect in such circumstances, in no small part thanks to one of his friends among the Raiders, a former firebat turned goliath pilot with a great affinity to machines. Granted, the moment Alistair had heard their Magistrate was unconscious in the medbay he bolted away, but the brunt of the work on
Nidhogg
had already been dealt with by that moment.
"These buggers regenerate, Eves," Greg replied, holding up the head for the Ghost to inspect. "I sneaked up on one of their camps, there was some sort of occult ritual going on there. They cut their palms to pour their blood into a cauldron, and their wounds closed before my very eyes.
I figured, they look kinda humanoid. Maybe our eggheads can fashion some healing serum from their blood? Now, I'm no xenobiologist, so I grabbed the most obvious sample."
Alistair raised his head to look Nora in the eyes. Wordlessly, he held up a heretofore damaged and now fully functional infusion pump; kneeling as he was, it looked as if Mercer were humbly offering a sacrifice to a statue of a very angry goddess. Disregarding the violent shuddering of his eyelids, he stared at the medic unblinkingly, waiting for her to say something.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Arthur Quiz
Location:
Blackrock Mountain
The smoking remnants of the ship still steamed skyward languidly. Pieces of the wreck were scattered here, there, and every which where over the black and rocky region. Deep in the ash flecked dust, broken and shattered rocks and former spires formed by centuries of magma activity, a deep furrow was dug into the earth. It went on for nearly a mile, the swath of destruction gradually narrowing until it reached the source.
Hovering near the lip of a great gap in the earth from which the stink of sulphur and miasma of volcanism sat a squat, cylindrical vessel with a stubbed nose and no windows. The thick metal constructing the pod was largely undamaged save scratches and heat marks from its entry. A single large door sat at the rear of the vessel with a small, thick window set at the top.
Something banged at the door. One, twice, thrice. At the fourth blow the door launched itself off with a hiss, skidding into the muddy scar in the earth. A black booted foot slammed into the smoking ground, a thick if dusty orange lab coat settling about it as a solitary figure stood to his full height. He had short cropped brown hair and a thin face. His brown eyes were shaded by a wrap around black visor, which beeped and ticked thoughtfully as he looked around, informing their owner of interesting specimens about him.
"Well," the former Dominion researcher murmured to himself, "@#$%."
He glanced back to the escape pod, wondering if anyone else had survived the trip down to terra firma.
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Cori
Location: Goldshire
"Here we are." Cori said as he approached the shop. "Stay out here Wibbles." He said to the robot before pushing open the front door and stepping into the shop. "Aunt Sasha?" He called looking around.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
Gregory sighed.
"Just watch, okay?" he implored, returning the scythe to the sheath hanging on his back next to his rifle. The specter then took out a knife and drew it against his trophy's forehead.
The dark blood coagulated with astonishing speed, even taking the small depth of the cut into consideration, and when Mandrake plied it away, a thin layer of new skin had already formed.
"And it's been dead for twenty minutes. Eves, I'm not denying I'm crazy. But, you should know by this point that my madness had a method to it, most of the time applicable to our current predicament," the specter smirked.
He then pulled up the visor of his helmet so that his face could actually be seen and smirked again.
"I can help," Alistair said quietly, standing up. He walked quickly towards the entrance, taking a hold of Triberk's ankles and expecting the medic bossed around by Nora to pick him up by the wrists, or some other part in the upper half of the body.
"How convenient," Mickey chuckled darkly several minutes later as he marched his vehicle under a gaping hole in the hull.
Nidhogg
flew up vertically, quickly gaining altitude.
"What the- a whirlpool? Looks interesting..." Thompson murmured after taking a glimpse in the eastern direction. The transforming craft took off, leaving twin trails in its wake.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Phillip Quiz
Location:
Blackrock Mountain
"Come on...come on...just a sign and a wire here..." Quiz grunted. The object which he spoke to happened to be a distress beacon, the case of which he had cracked open and was attempting to repair. "Come on...Yes!" he cried, the screen sparking to life. For all of two seconds before it blipped dark again. Quiz's face fell accordingly.
"What? No! Nononono!" Arthur cried, shaking the box. "Don't you quit one me! Don't you dare! Stay with me! Stay with me! Come on baby! No. No! I...Don't-yaaugh!" he cried, throwing his arms up as the box sparked and flashed before him, sending the researcher scrambling back.
First darkness, then the smell of burned plastic filled the escape pod as Quiz lowered his arm to stare at the fried means of his salvation.
"...Oh, isn't that just perfect."
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Gregory Mandrake, Mickey Thompson, Alistair Mercer
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, The Cape of Stranglethorn
Now that Nora's attention was otherwise occupied and no one tried to tell him what to do, Alistair rubbed his eyes tiredly and returned to fixing the equipment. He cringed a little when his stomach growled in protest.
"If it gets that reaction outta you, I can only imagine what will Harvard do," Greg guffawed. He grew serious shortly afterwards, though, adding, "Though I suppose with the command on his shoulders, he doesn't have time to care."
His face darkened as he turned his head in the medbay's general direction.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Soren Baldurson
Location
:
Prometheus
Crash Site, Cape of Stranglethorn
"He looks in bad shape," Soren commented, nodding at the engineer. The Ghost, displaying his usual disdain for anything approaching formality, was leaning against the wall, observing. "Sorta surprised he's still alive, to be honest."
Post by
Atik
William Triberk, C.O.L.A.
Prometheus
William remained, quite notably, unconscious. His breathing was feint, and one could only guess at his injuries beyond those visable with the naked eye.
COLA had opened its chasis, revealing stores of small emergency supplies, several looking like they had been scavenged from the deeper bowels of the ship before it had returned.
Desidaku, Celegosa
Goldshire
"Oh crap." Des gasped, nearly dropping the chest as the yell met his ears.
"She's not here!" Celene yelled back, pouring the carton of milk she had snagged from the fridge down the sink as she wrote.
Dear mom and dad,
We ran out of milk and ran to get some more. Be back soon.
<3 Celene!
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Cori
Location: Goldshire
"Where did she go Celene?" Cori asked as he walked into the kitchen and stopped when he noticed the chest. "What's that for?" He asked.
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