Log:Shadowport: Shaken Not Stirred
The dark inky black of space with its pin prick of lights that are the stars, planets, and various systems is a beautiful thing to behold.
From a relative safe comfort of a ship or a planet itself. Once in that void it becomes painfully clear just how tiny one is in the grand scheme of life and might just make someone feel a bit more fragile than they really are. The group as a whole has landed beside the asteroid in question with careful maneuvering from Yan who decides to stay aboard the ship. Now its time to slip out of the decompressed hatch and follow the cord that EJ shoots across the distance to secure a path for them. It digs into the asteroid itself, sending fragments here and there before she anchors it to the shuttle.
"DO NOT LET GO!" She declares a little too loudly over comms as she leads the merry band of misfits across the small divide.
But in space no divide is small and EJ's hand slips as she makes the cord jiggle and twang as she scrambles to grab it with her other hand. SAVED! Barely. Huff. Puff. "Like that..don't do that." She glances down the line and then makes her way across for the boots lock to the residual metals in the asteroid so they can walk the rest of the way to the wreck which is not far.
"Don't let go of what?" asks Ryo, foregoing the cable to just put-put along with his suit's EVA thrusters. It's the only way to fly, guys. He does end up in a really dangerous looking uncontrolled spin for a time, but he eventually gets a handle on it and assures everyone that it was all part of the plan. It was not part of the plan, the armor is very old and confusing. He's learning, though. Look at him go.
There is a LOT of bitching from the giant Barabel being stuffed inside of an EVA suit. A lot. So much bitching. The kind of hissing and growling that leaves the comms sounding like static for a solid two minutes, and that tail wavers in its fiberweave covering because - the whole of him - has to be covered. In fact, the bitching behavior and foul mood seem to radiate from Karr'roga. There's also a lot of crotch grabbing to fix the too-damn-tight fit. Because EVA suit.
There's even a sinister look given to the gloves that forbid the use of talons. EW. Though standing there as Eriu Jynx fires her line over the slitted eyes watch, and when the woman nearly falls into the void? That hissing laughter. Sss-sss-sss-sss. "You need a tail."
When it's Karr'roga's turn however, the giant beast ALSO nearly slides away from the line - tail thudding on the hull of the ship to propel him to the line where he clings like a newborn babe for a brief moment of terror. Half-way across the line there comes across the comms again that growling, hissing voice: "Thissss One does not enjoy the Void." Because staring out at the stars is dizzying, and the thermal pits that flash behind the visor of the helm show him...nothing. So, instead, the eyes move forward to hone in on EJ and just stay there.
Liz was here? He was /sort/ of here. Somehow, the engineering, armoring, mechanical super genious managed to bolt on a monitor onto the long head of his B1 Battledorid. "YASSSSS. MONEY!!!!" He proclaims though the comm units and the speaker of the monitor. "Move it K4, you fat usless mechanation!" The droid does as ordered, moving across the small expance without any trouble. "Okay, Number 2... now you..." The droid starts to step across the narrow way. "ROGER ROGER..." Before it falls face first onto the platform. "Nooo! You wretched food! Get up! Get up!" Liz made his head too top heavy with the monitor that displayed his ugly pestulently ridden pock marked face.
Dr. Naia Verkru almost certainly went on record as hating space and also thinking that bringing a doctor to look at a rock was a bad idea. Wrong kind of doctor---it doesn't have any squashy bits! Nevertheless, the miserable Nautolan finds herself shrink-wrapped in EVA suit and following behind a giant lizard that is doing enough bitching for both of them. That isn't to say that her face (or what can be seen of it in the clear plastic visor of her helmet) isn't dour. It is. But thankfully her dark eyes make her expression somewhat hard to read and dampen the effect considerably. The white dots on her brow ridges that pass for eyebrows are furrowed though---like a disappointed noh mask.
Naia watches the Barabel nearly fumble himself into the void, and her misgivings are evident---she doesn't try to hide them. This feels like a bad idea. Like the kind of idea someone gets after drinking bacta. She watches the giant flail, and lets a few others step in front of her, like she's seriously considering the prospect of going to join the captain with some popcorn because this is -SPACE-. Fuck space. It's an abuse of physics.
Eventually, the lavender-skinned Nautolan carefully begins to maneuver herself across the line, being very careful to set one hand in front of the other, and indeed clinging to it like a new born lemur. Something high up and terrified of falling, at any rate. She'd probably be clinging with her legs too, if she could work out how to do it.
The starry-eyed expanse is indeed humbling. But it is also supremely beautiful and precisely the view Netep Muri wanted to see out HER kitchen window when she grew up. It was a motivating factor in her launch toward freedom as a sweet 16 stowaway.
Muri's vividly mint green void suit (with white trim!) follows without hesitation 'down' the line. In space there really isn't a proper sense of directionality and what's up vs down vs sideways is all relative, but it's fun to pretend for orientation's sake! Naturally, she does precisely what EJ said NOT to, but it's not for lack of attempted conformity. A sneeze - a particularly violent one - jerks her entire frame. The bad habit of lifting hands to cover that sneeze (well contained within her vac-sealed helmet, no germ spreading here) means...
<<Skrag>> Muri bleats and does a quicky half twist and flail to rescure her grip before she's too far beyond reach and anybody's care. The rest of her crossing is uneventful, pulling herself hand-over-hand until the reassuring thump and click of maglocks anchors her boots to the asteroid's surface.
The first to set down, Eriu turns back around to make sure the rest are going to make it when Ryo just decides to show off - maybe. Struggling a litttle? She makes no comment but a secret smile forms. Just ahead not but twenty meters is the crashed mining ship with its wealth of ores and likely cash aboard. She stalks that way, humming to herself now that she knows everyone is going to make their way slowly towards the craft. "We are here to collect whatever we can carry. If there is more I will head back for the hover sled but for now its bringing it out and setting it up near the tether. Mmmmm money is right, Liz my darling pustule. Money."
The Hapan sounds pleased over the comms. She nears the ship and stops, tiling her head as she notes something. "Uhhh whats that?" She mutters in to the comm. She huffs out a breath and does not go any closer. Roga...you want to take a look?" Send the big Barabel in to make certain life is all well and great on this dark side of the asteroid. That might be a vibrodagger she's got attached to the outside of her suit. THIS IS FINE!
Being high as shit in space is a trip, man. At least that's the constant thought going through Ryo's head right now, as he is, in fact, high as shit in space. Still, the Festian gambler does a lot of drugs, so his composure remains. For the most part. His little jets spouting away, he's keeping up with the group, growing more and more aware of how weird it is to have a tongue.
THUD. When Karr'roga lands he lands hard, clinging down with all four limbs and the large tail wavering behind him because there's no rutting way he'll ever want to be in The Nothing like that again. It's the comm-call of Eriu Jynx that cause the Barabel's large head to snap up with a crocodillian rumbling - the large tail moves towards the line like an additional support to the crossing crew: they're now his. They're his crew. His things. The protective instinct takes over, and EJ's call brings with it the magnetized spear at his thigh - swung free it extends to a foot beyond his own height with...not a sound. Because space.
A snort of air comes over the comm, and those thermal pits open up to absorb the view. There's a rumble that comes, dull hissing that dies into a near-silence and the very posture of the Barabel moves into one for murder. "Ssssslugsssss." The spear-head drags across the surface of the rock they're on, "Ssssmall." The head does not move, but the spear readies again - "Kill?"
"DAMNIT NUMMER 2 I swear to the MAKER I will disintigrate you!" Liz screams in anger as the B1, helped by the K4 unit, is able to stop his spin and grab onto the cord. "Roger roger..." The droid says meekly. They both climb their way onto the wreck. "Hermmmm... left... left. NO! Right! NOOOOO. Fetted! Just stop moving entirely!" Liz is micro adjusting the position of the B1's head via a joystick back on the ship. "Oh wait... you arn't moving, it's the ship! Woah!
B'haav squints through his visor at the ship and a hand lowers from the line to the vibrodagger at his belt. He certainly made it a point to read about the common problems of space when he began venturing into it more regularly. "What, precisely, does one do about plasma leeches? Are they particularly aggressive, or is it one of those don't-make-eye-contact-or-you'll-make-it-weird sort of space features? *squeak*" The last was the sound of his head turning to the side as he got a finer look at them while proceeding down the line.
Okay, well Naia /hates/ that. That movement. Less because she can't adapt to it, and more because it was unexpected and unwelcome. Her boots click and stick to the surface of the asteroid, but she doesn't quite trust it immediately, because she's convinced---/convinced/ that she could still fly off of this dumb thing at a moment's notice and that is not ideal. Not in the least. She has dreams. Ruined dreams on a grander scale, but sometimes taking a bath when this is over can be a dream too, and she doesn't want to die before that can happen. Which is how she comes to be walking like a penguin over an ice slick. Or concrete. They walk the same in either situation, pretty much. "It's moving. Don't like that." Why had she chosen to let peer pressure coax her out of the safety (relative) of artificial gravity and burned coffee? Unclear.
<<What is wh--oh.>> Muri marches with a mildly robotic gait to catch up to what Jynx is seeing. <<Well that's somethin.>>
The Barabel gives a diagnosis, the B'haav expresses a concern, and Dr Naia seconds the motion. Netep laughs, taking a bold stride toward the creepily writhing, colony-encrusted ship. One slightly labor-intensive step at a time. <<They won't pay us any mind...so long as their current power feast doesn't run dry. Best make this quick!>>
Right you are Miss Netep Muri, strange plant loving Goddess with strange religious beliefs! Plasma Leeches appear to be only on the ship to gather power from what is left of the quickly draining cells. Eriu was about to release barabel of doom complete with sweep action tail and metal spear for with its jabbing effect. She lowers her hand and ahems, "Right then, stand down! We move on, lets get inside." Which they all can should they so wish it. The ship is in space, on an asteroid and is only secured in place by how its wedged into the slight overhang of the the floating rock amongst other floating rocks. Its a good thing its tethered ot the shuttle to either keep the shuttle moving or slowed by the shuttle.
EJ steps aboard the ship and into the ripped open back where all the items are kept. But instead she's moving for the tool armory to begin opening lockers. "These laser cutters will sell, lets find something to put them in. You heavy lifters, start getting the metal out that they managed to harvest." Meaning the durasteel barrels stacked to the side right near the exit. Ship lights flicker. Damn Plasm Leeches. There is a rumble and a groan as the asteroid shudders.
The ship shudders too but thank goodness for maglocks and not being midstep for EJ as the whole things shifts and she wobbles where she is.
Producing a pouch of vacuum-sealed pistachios from a pouch on his belt, Ryo actually manages to have a decently easy time breaking them open. Unfortunately for him, the bag, once unsealed, explodes nuts all over the place, no doubt destined to destroy some lighter craft far in the future as it attempts re-entry on some far away planet. A string of Festian curses follow and Ryo's big, balloon-like space suit arms waggle about in abject fury.
It's because of this that the following occurs. Inside of the derelict, destroyed disaster of a ship, Ryo begins to hopeless bounce from bulkhead to bulkhead, grunting all the way before he smacks into Eriu, thankfully transferring all of his momentum to her. "What the shrak was that?" he asks nobody in particular.
The Barabel hisses and rumbles, displeased. Murder is fun, yo. Or natural. Probably mostly natural. But also fun? It can be fun. The spear swings around again and clicks back into its safety size, placed on the magnet at Karr'roga's thigh. He's a simple creature on the outside for sure, for when EJ gives orders the Barabel gets to it - but there's that shaking and as the creature grunts to move a durasteel barrel; over the comms comes a yelp. Oh yes, a yelp. Because something was pinched in that attempt to lift, and the Barabel's tail thwacks the shaking floor in complete irritation...as he rotates his hips and tries to move in the too-tight pumpkin-colored EVA suit.
The droids maintain their footing as the asteroid shutters and groans. Although, it's more of a happenstance of luck than that of Liz's astute abilities that the B1 clanks up against a folded hover sled. "Oh Hey, guys... a Hover sled you can use... droids, assemble that sled!" K4 and B1 go about doing that.
B'haav mutters, accidentally cuing his comms as he shakes his head. "Great. Just what space needs: another countdown timer." He steps through the door, narrowly avoiding the rapidly-crashing Ryo, and the crashing tail of a pinchedly-piqued Barabel. His eyes look about, seeing if there's anything his measly frame could manage to lug, when they land on something near the cockpit. Interest engaged. He moves up the corridor, where he finds a piece of the cockpit missing, along with - presumably - a pilot. Oh, in case that wasn't clear, the bottom half of the pilot is also missing, and not peacefully. B'haav spins, waving his arms and calling to his fellow Shadowportians, but in space no one can hear you... "*squeeeeeeak*Missing legs, basically everything south of the equator and I highly doubt that's a plasma leech's doing, can someone tell me I'm wrong about that?" Damn new comm button is stiff and doesn't seem to be triggering when he means it to. That won't be hilarious or damaging later.
Well. Naia watches. And she follows. Because that's sort of her option here. She even crowds in with everyone else when their fearless leader enters the giant space gash. Just in time to see Ryo careen into Eriu like a runaway toddler running into the ladder of a slide. Oof. There is some comfort to be had as she watches Ryo careen further into some containers (she should probably be...trying to do something about all of that, but instead she decides to watch---helpfully). She might be dressed like a pumpkin having an identity crisis and smashing right through grief into an aggressive glow-up, but she's spotted SOMETHING. Karr'roga's yelp is noted. Noted and discarded as something that he can deal with himself. She shuffles (yes, shuffles, she doesn't /like/ it in here) over to the container and pulls out a case. A case she tucks under her arm without comment. Although the comment about missing legs grabs her attention and she moves toward B'haav to investigate. At a safe distance. So like, down the hall a little. Just close enough to see.
<<Droyk, Odessa, fix your boots>> Muri clack-clacks clear of the free-ranging Ryo. Once the rock seems to have settled, she casts a wary-eyed glance around at the others to see if anyone else noticed the quaking underfoot.
Or if she's just half as high of Ryo. Because her tongue feels perfectly natural.
Muri squeezes her eyes into a few exaggerated blinks, struggling to juggle focus between the helmet's augmented reality and the unstable lighting situation around them. Darkness, darkness, LIGHT, darkness...Locker? Muri halts in her aimless wandering and pivots about-face to peer into the contents of a plasteel-screened storage loc like a kid gazing wistfully into a toystore window. One hand comes up to commune with the contents, fingers splayed greedily on the thin divide while her other hand hazards a guess regarding the lock's status.
OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Without a thought about it, she flings the door wide which releases some assorted shinies into zero-G. Baubles, bangles, necklaces...a couple are hooked successfully around her hand and wrist before drifting beyond reach but her main focus is one item in particular. A small, palmable statuette. Two, in fact, but one is left alone because an Ibhann'I does not need /two/ mothers sitting on her shrine. But this other thing...it is new to her. Netep turns it over and over in hand, backing slowly away with pondersome thoughts. <<Wassat about legs?>>
Damn lack of gravity. Damn leeches. Damn pinched somethings. Damned lack of water. Damn Ryo...and damned a lack of legs? That list for all the current Shadowport members will be remembered to some extent but NO LEGS is likely to stand out among them as something that is important. EJ is turning to look for a crate, a duffle or something to begin shoving laser rifles when a flying high festian toddler flailing Ryo smacks into her and ends her helmeted head into the locker itself where it gets briefly stuck making her miss the cry of legs up until she shoves herself out and catches Netep's comment. It brings her own head about and she stares at something in the locker behind Muri. HUH. Familiar.
As Naia edges forward she will see the cockpit with three seats and in the front seat where the ship has wedged against the asteroid is another huge gash out of the ship and the pilot as well. LEGS ARE GONE. It drift there in space a frozen half corpse with its grizzly entrails hanging out to pattern the void. If they look closely enough frozen droplets of blood and gore dance through the space like twinkling lights.
No one panic. Given the fact the body was exposed to space and the ship is wedged in it looks like it happened not long after the SOS went out.
Eriu mutters something and peers around at half the people standing there as they stare strobed in flickering lights thanks to leeches. She grabs a duffle and begins collect lasers that had floated out of the locker after her connection with it. Half eaten corpses do not matter when money is to be had. "Over sled, lets strap stuff to it and drag it out. Can carry more and keep a handle on it in space."
She has to keep shoving the rifles into the back to keep them from rising out, muttering below her breath and fogging her helmet with her frustration.
"Oh, right," Ryo answers back to Netep, lifting his arm to click a button on the command panel. Mag locks engage and he THUNKS down to the ship floor.
He lifts a hand and clicks on his light, showering the area in 5000 glorious lumens. "Someone doesn't have legs?" Ryo calls out, spinning around and likely blinding the group as one of his limp, spacesuit arms swings out and thwacks B'haav across the face. It's fine, he doesn't know the guy. Waddling over to where Eriu is, Ryo begins casting a thoughtful gaze across the merchandise.
Turning his light onto a stack of crates, Ryo lifts a hand in their direction. "Lizard, those are priority one. Those are Fool's Corusca. Not worth the same as the real thing, but not worthless. And I might be able to scam 'em off on somebody."
Karr'roga gets his jibbles all settled and unpinched, then glares hatefully down at the durasteel barrels. There's a terrible sound over the comms, something like a belch and a growl as the Barabel's tail slams down against the floor of the shaking ship in aggravation; and he starts one-arm hucking barrels and whatever else needs loading onto the sled. It's rough and violent, the kind of shit one sees in starports when a finger is jammed or hurt and the laborer just has had enough of this shit. The mag-lock boots help make the Barabel's footsteps become thunderous, "Sss-sss-sss." Humored laughter from Karr'roga. "Sssoftskinnnnssss neverrr sssseen a snack-pack beforrrre? Bite now, ssssave some for laterrrr." Sss-sss-sss. It's probably their reaction to the corpse that makes the creature so humored and suddenly jolly about it; he even throws another barrel onto the cart mid-laugh. "Thisss Onnnne misses Drak'a. Carry Trandoshanssss around, bite legssss off. Grow back. Bite again. Neverrrr ending treatssss." Sss-sss-sss.
As K4 loses balance when the asteroid shakes yet again, he stumbles into the nimble and lithe form of EJ. SMACK. "Oh... So... Sorry... mistress..." It appologises in a horribly montone way. Liz is laughing his decrepit ass off so hard, it's cackling and screaching through the screen. "HAHAHAHA, Stupi HU-MONs... so fragile and illequiped. AHAHAHAA." That was Ironic coming from a squishy Bith stuck in a wheel chair. His laughing is interrupted by a large thunk against the ship which causes it to shake violently. It throws the Bith from his chair and onto the ground. He balls his hand into a fist and slams it against the deck. "PHEWIE!" He shakes his hand, having hurt it by doing that. "Ow!" Tediously he climbs back into his chair and focuses more on keeping the craft level. "Feted asteroids! Take this!" He maneuvers the ship out of the way of the next that aims to cause harm to the vessel. "Wait... there's something out there... It's can't be.... I don't believe it. Miner's Horror! Oh NOE! POWER UP THE WEAPONS. Wait are there even weapons. PAINTED WH-LADY? WHERE ARE YOUR WEAPONS!"
B'haav is still having a day, and after Ryo knocks the balance out of him, he is sent careening into the arms of the shortest pilot in the wreckage. "Piss-all, I'm glad I got the seal-coat..." He mutters to himself, accidentally comming the callous thought to the rest of his fellow opportunists. He tries to look about for any logs from the ship, crew manifests, something that could be used to identify the ship and, thus, next of kin, but he just keeps staring at the legs. Fleshy, flash-frozen niblets where legs once were. He suppresses the urge to decorate the interior of his space suit.
Well, she's too far away to see the wound any better, and she's frankly not volunteering to go investigate. Because something is sort of dinging in the back of her head, though she's not entirely able to identify it yet. But something about the body and the damage to the ship is making her uneasy. And then it hits her. Bites. "Don't like that. We should leave." She comments, backing down the corridor and then turning to try and orient herself on the exit. The flickering of the lights has the white dots of her 'eyebrows' glowing low lavender in the half-light. The rest of her luminescence is obscured. One thing is for sure though. She definitely doesn't know what the Bith is screaming about but it seems bad and she's not going to die in her second-favorite eyeliner. Not to mention looking like a haute couture pumpkin. "Do we have /plans/ for whatever that is? The name is terrifying. Is it worse than the name?" Probably. Things usually are.
Netep stows her tiny bits of loot in pouch clipped to utility belt for safekeeping. She's about to give up on this zone and see what all the fuss is about in the cockpit when a faintly pulsing glow captures her attention on an upper shelf. She disengages the maglocks for a passive drift toward the ceiling, tucks herself into a 'sit' and then extends legs to reengage boots. She's upsdeidown now. Or rather, everyone else appears to be, while she crouches to dislodge the datapad from its hiding place.
<<Think I found a bit of ship log>> she informs over comms, voice low and muttery while she pokes at the tiny 'puter and walks her way along, over their heads. Dodging shoulders with her own. <<Crew notes er...I dunno, I'll have to read it. What is Liz shrieking on about?>> CLuelessly in love with her new find, she scrolls the screen in search of useful notations.
The droid now gets her and Eriu grunts as her shoulder smacks into the locker and a few of the mining lasers go sliding out of her duffle. Lots of work. Lots of nothing. Eriu does catch what Ryo says and crams the laswer she has to rest at the bottom and begins to scoop in the smaller containers he pointed out. Well not all of them. But she's doing her best to stack and maximize in deep space. She is managing somehow to stack them and use her foot, knee, whatever she can use as she pulls the duffle towards her by one of its loops. SUCCESS! Its just taking her a while. That is until Liz is screaming in her ear and she loses one, sending it spinning to hit the window next to Netep as it pings off and slows its sailing way along the open area of the ship.
"I am sorry what, Pust..Liz? I am not a Minor Whore thank you.." okay she heard wrong. "What..there is one lower gun mounted..." A turret. "What is going on?" The rumble happens ands he manages to keep her place this time as the ship starts to drift away from the back of the asteroid ridge and towards their line anchored as more bits and piecs of another asteroid break away after hitting the one they are on. It means it shifts the body and hello..its flying righ tat Naia now free of its last restraint. Lifeless eyes stare at the nautolan.
The skiff is filled and the droids are likely to help strap everything down and begin to take it out of the ship towards the line. The Horror that it is is SLAMS into another asteroid, sending a chain reaction as it begins to feast not very far away. It just needs to notice the gleam of the shuttle now. Netep's find states that they had found a rich vein and plannted to return but they had seen something strange and it kept getting closer. They had decided to leave two days after its appearance. It seems they never actually made it off the asteroid.
"Minors horror? Sounds like Zhu Yan at a prom party," Ryo says, absolutely just roasting his life-long rival and only close friend. He high-fives himself. "Just...absolutely nailed him," Ryo says, laughing and laughing at his own joke. Turning to look at the rest of the group, the gambler smacks into Eriu once more, not even noticing under the padding of his big comfortable suit. "Alright. So. We're leaving, right?" Ryobard is not a brave man. Ryobard is an alive man.
Sss-sss-sss. The Barabel is still laughing about the shaken Softskins. As Ryo makes a command there's that thump of a tail - before the eyes latch onto the crates, and the Barabel knocks his own helmet - "Why is The King of Pussssss acting like another of hissss brrrreederrrrssss has appeared?" A rumble, "Thisssss One is not being cut in half again."
With the stomping of the Karr'roga he starts to heave the crates at the droids, working in tandem with the machines to load the skiff with all the shiny stuff.
Liz was far too distracted by the giant death space monster floating towards the ship to see the small (sort of big) rock that slammed hard into the ship next. Warnings start to go off, kalaxions blaring so loud they can probably hear it on the asteroid. "Feted! Hurry up you imbicilic morons! It's getting closer!" He grumbles, "NO, you Idiot... and MINORS HORROR! It's going to eat the ship!" Liz was not the best pilot in the world.
B'haav doesn't panic... Wait, no, that's wroing. B'haav absolutely panics as the whole asteroid seems to shake. His first thought is to grab the incapacitated. As it stands... Every Shadowport member is able. But there IS this pilot... He sees it flying up, rapidly heading towards Naha, and instinctively slams his dagger into his chest, burying it between a pair of ribs; leaning back, he manages to arrest its flight towards the Nautolan. He shakes his hand a little, and the body moves with it. "Well... I guess that works. Come on, fella, we'll see you get a burial, or an ID... Or something. Maybe there's a reward? Maybe." All of this the Balosar manages to panic-stutter to himself, but his comm opens with a squeak as he finishes talking to the body.
"*squeeeeak* What say we get out of here?" Damn new suits.
Oh please. She's seen a lot of dead bodies, and this one isn't even the most impressive. It still has a face, for starters. Being thumped by a dead body is frankly very low on her list of bad things happening right now---being thumped by Muri is more irritating. "WHY?" The nautolan comments, using her free arm to disentangle herself from the other woman. The entrails of the corpse appear to have mostly departed with the legs, but frozen blood droplets scatter where they had clung to tattered flesh. Lovely. For all of her sins, Naia is not about to die for cargo. She keeps hold of that medical case, but she's not about to die for it. If she has to pick between getting to take a bath later and treasure, she's going to pick the bath. Worst adventure cohort. She looks very much like she's resenting the fact that she's now tangled up when her instinct is to run (DANGER ZONE), and heads for the giant gash in the side of the ship as soon as she is able. Bye, Felicia.
<<Oooooh, was a pretty rich vein the ship found on this rock but they opted to abandon post after two days cause...>> Muri trails off, lifting her head with an enlightened expression like she's just now connected the dots to Liz's exclammations. <<You'll never guess,>> she irreverently jests while fiddling with the pouch to add this datapad to her collection <<but they never made it o-->>
Karma's a sour wench.
Muri's howl of dismay comes in the wake of her being jostled from her ceiling stroll to bounce off the bulkhead and sail on into their Nautolan doc. What's worse is that the datapad never makes it into the pouch, but goes richocheting off the floor and drifts end over end toward freedom.
<<THE KARK'S YOUR PROBLEM, LIZ? TOO OMNIPOTENT TO SEE THAT ONE COMIN??>> It's a legitimate complaint, after that knockabout. To poor, dear Naia who's become tangled up in Muri's non-existant weight while she resecures some footing a much softer note of apology comes with wink and smile for added potency. <<sorry>> A toss of her head fails to unstick the sweaty curl from her brow, threatening her sightline. <<Shall we?>> And she offers an arm, like partnering with her is gonna promise any safer an exit for Naia.
But it might not.
Things are getting crowded and hairy in here, EJ pushing herself back to right side up - at least in regards to the ship. She closes up the duffle just as the flicker lights of the ship sputter and DIE. Everything goes dark save for the lights on their suits and the slight glow that the stars around them give off. Its rather unsettling as the plasma leeches start to move for future food. Weapons - blasters will catch attention for any that have them strapped on currently. But they start to make their way towards the shuttle as the skiff is drug out and towards the line. EJ has her duffle on her shoulder and she pushes off the floor just in time to turn and see Bav carrying the half eaten corpse. "UHhhhh what..." she has no words.
That is when the next careening asteroid from the Horror's feeding collides with their own and it shakes and shudders with a vendgeance, sending the ship shifting and starting to lift a little from the surface. Hissing under her breath she looks at everyone. "MOVE NOW!" Because soon they will be lifted off the asteroid and with the wreckage with nothing for them to hold onto. She fails at running in space but manages to drag herself clear with her duffle on shoulder to set a maglocked boot down upon the surface and ensure her return to the shuttle - or so she thinks. She begins the heavy steps towards the line. Which due to the shifting of the wreckage is a few steps away and she reaches it, gripping the line.
That is when the form of the Horror can be seen by all those that clear the wreckage. Its spotted the ship and moving in albeit slowly.
"If we're lucky, this thing might have some coaxium, if the hyper didn't crack open," Ryo says waddling his way towards the engine bay, and sliding his space revolver out of its holster. "You guys go on ahead, I'm gonna try something I saw in a movie."
The shaking of the astroid, the shenanigans, for a moment it's a bit much for the Barabel - why on earth did he come to a rock and not stab anything?! However as the last crate of Ryo's demands is set on the skiff; the large creature is hurled against the nearby wall, recovers, and turns to see the outline of...The Horror. There's a pumpkin-colored blur rushing past Eriu Jynx. STOMPSTOMPSTOMPStompstompstomp..stomp...and Karr'roga has vacated so rapidly out and over, that one might even think he'd like to live.
Left to unload the hovercart when it gets to him, like a Wookie. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Making his way to the old busted hyper, Ryo pries the thing open and slides out a small tube, chuckling softly to himself and turning to jet himself out towards the vacuum of space once more.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SMELLY!" Liz growls as another asteroid bit hits the ship, the alarms still blaring. "I fix ships, not fly them you imbicile!" He turns in his hover chair to another console, flipping a switch or two and rerouting some power to the shields. The alarms cut out. "AHAHAHAHAH! YAS!" The droids are able to weather the tremors as they help with the loot and make their way back towards the exit with the others silently.
B'haav tries to calm his nerves, but if he starts thinking again, he'll notice that he's currently carrying a body-on-a-stick over his head like it will block out asteroid showers or inclement weather. So, he simply avoids thinking. Worse, the panic is making his legs extra jumpy and - if it didn't look bad enough from the outside - he seems to be skipping. At least that stops when he makes it to and grabs the line back to the ship. For the first time in a few days... He really, really, really needs a drink. *Squeak*
Unless Muri is leaving two minutes ago, she's probably going to have to jog to keep up. Naia has this look on her (admittedly rather inscrutable face) that suggests she cannot for the life of her imagine how they talked her into this, and has resolved to never be convinced to go adventuring again. The thing shakes again, and she grabs onto the green-haired woman with her free hand, but she doesn't look happy. Nothing about this is making her happy. This is making her feel like she's going to die in the sky. Where people don't belong. And suddenly, the realization that her mother had been right. Ghastly. "I am never leaving the ship again. I'd rather drown in bacta. I'd rather eat my scalpels." The nautolan mutters, although the fact that they are using comms sort of makes it a company-wide broadcast. Whatever. She stands by it. Go, girl. Go. Like now, though. Shuffle your little boots to safety, even if you have to drag your emotional-support horticulturist.
<<Hurry your hooves, Odessa>> Muri grumbles and that's the last she sees of the Festian because she and their resident future scalpel eater are BOOKING IT. Like in a sort of lumbering wanna-go-faster shuffle that's reliant on the magnetic connections to keep themselves from prematurely launching into oblivion. The space gypsy's got her space legs pretty well acclimated, so this hustle isn't a tremendous problem.
<<C'mon now...>> Muri tries to coax Naia into seeing the bright side to this adventure as they push clear of the ship and beat dust across the rock toward the line. <<Far as jobs go, this ain't any worse'n >> Worse than what? She doesn't say. She's laid eyes on the monstrous freak of vacuum-dwelling nature that's hopping or floating or grinding ever so curiously nearer to their ride.
<<Eh, that's pretty bad, your logic stands,>> she concedes to the Nautolan and lunges those last couple steps to latch onto the line. <<Up we go now. Try not to look it in the eye. Sphinctor. Wha'ever that is.>>
Amazingly the intrepid crew of the Shadowport makes it back and with some shinies to boot. As the skiff is unloaded they begin to clamor their way towards the shuttle when the asteroid shifts and starts to follow them slowly. SHIT. Eriu steps down after Karr'roga and slips into the cargo area to set down the duffle in some netting to keep it from floating away. She is more than ready to be out of here after seeing that massive thing in space, slowly progressing towards them but she turns back around and begins offering her hand to everyone to get them on board. "Everyone in so we can get the kriff out of here, tuggin gand pulling, probably throwing them into the side room without care for how far they go. But then there is B'haav and Eriu visibly hesitates. "What in the five hells are you doing with that thing!?"
She doesn't have time to stop him so drags him in before she looks at Ryo expectantly. "MOVE IT!" She calls out to him but noticing his thrusters she reaches out with her vibrodagger and cuts the line so they are not towing an asteroid. "We nearly have everyone Liz, get ready to plot us a jump out of here!"
Ryo is still just /so/ high. So high in fact that he's holding one of the most volatile substances in the Galaxy in one hand and a heavy blaster pistol in the other, staring at a giant space beast. "This is gonna be so cool, guys," he mumbles, hefting the coaxium cell up and whipping it towards the encroaching space beast.
It's kind of a pretty scene, truth be told; this small glowing blue vial tumbling end over end in the vastness of the great void, heading towards this mind-shatteringly horrible beast's maw.
The hammer on Ryo's DG-29 is pulled back and a masterfully aimed shot is loosed.
As EJ hangs at the airlock ready to close it, she's half debating just letting Ryo spin about in space. Happy little thrusters tumbling him about. She watches him lift the coaxium cell and time slows. NOOOOOOOOOOO.
Whipping is not really what happens it sorta does this slow end over end spin forward, drifting rather than sailing through space like one would in regular atmosphere. Its still REALLY close to the ship but then again big Horror is getting close too as Liz is plotting their jump out.
"ODESSA NO!" Eriu realizes too late what he is doing and as she reaches out to grab at him the blaster bolt sparks, flies through the void of space and SLAMS right against the center of the cell. The explosion that results is soundless of course - save to Liz who feels the ship groan and spill to the starboard side away from the port where the rest are. Things slide and crash all over the shuttle.
Those inside the decompression chamber slam against the far wall and airlock that lead into the ship as EJ grip the edge of the door when Ryo is sent sailing backwards. She fumble grabs at him and they somehow magically both hit the side wall. She is cursing up a storm, dizzy and winded as the airlock remains open and they all get to see the Horror rear back slowly - like a space sloth - which buys them time for that jump. "CLOSE THE AIR LOCK!" Ej manages to say as she remains a tangle of her own and Ryo limbs.
"Are you on yet!?" Liz asks, yelling across the ship as if they were already on board. His long and lanky fingers punch at the navi-computer bringing up the coordinates for the Shadowport. As the rumble from the explosion comes, it tosses little liz about in his chair. "AHHHHHHHHH!" As it settles, the alarms blaring in his gunk filled ears, the diminutive and decrepit Bith gets the warning about the airlock. "CLOSE THE AIRLOCK! CLOSE IT, SLAVES!" THe droids do their best to hang on, the B1 with the big screen on his head almost falling down, but they make it towards the door in order to help close it.
B'haav is hurled across the airlock - Hapans must keep their strength in their legs - and slams into the wall corpse-first, driving the dagger further into the chest cavity of the former-pilot-turned-macabre-mascot of this outing. He wheezes as the butt of the dagger takes the wind out of him, and he is only halfway to his feet when the explosion rocks the shuttle and sends him falling backwards to meet the deck tailbone first. He immediately starts writhing in indignant pain, accidentally triggering his comm unit again in the process. "*squeak*ing dirty *squeak* of a nerf's *squeeeeeeak* fluid-filled *squeak*-" The comm cuts off after a moment of silence. "You all heard that, eh?" That one was on purpose.
Inside of the shuttle just in time to be thrown against the opposite wall. Naia's arms clasp around the metal case full of expensive medications reflexively, as if she were holding a case of dangerous pathogens or something. Like she's going to shield it with her body, but it's in a metal case so it's a pretty good thing that she's shrouded in pumpkin guts and her skin is cartilaginous. Because yuck. Barf to broken bones. B'haav goes flying corpse-first into the wall, which is something Naia can appreciate, but also it sends blood shards all over and she is privy to the man falling butt-bone first onto the ground. She winces in sympathy but makes no move to get up.
Muri gets knocked mid-step by the blast and flops over like a ragdoll, smacking into the interior hatch. Her left boot remains locked in place though, so that knee is gonna regret life for awhile. On the upside, that gargantuan firework display has taken her mind off the horrible gore that's going to defrost here on the decompression chamber floor. Feelings of nausea remain minimal - horrific space death iminent if they don't
<<CLOSING AIRLOCK>> She lifts a hand toward the panel but finds the droids have made themselves useful and beaten her to the punch. Or lever, in this case. Her arm flops back down, along with the rest of her, and it's from that vantage point that she can really 'appreciate' the souvenir that B'haav hauled on board.
That helmet full of green curls lolls to face the Balosar and a tired grin puts some mischievous crinkles 'round her eyes. <> Speaking of juicy... those same eyes fall to land upon the unfortunate miner. The horror. <<Seems t've followed you home. Plannin to name him, are ya?>>
Luck? Chance? Finesse?
One of these is not like the others. Shadowport at its finest; living and surviving up until the last most stupidily assinine moment possible as the door closes with a concentrated effort of will. Liz at the helm gets that hyper drive spooled up and once the airlock closes the room is filled again with artificial gravity and BOOM. All of them go tumbling down into heaps amidst their stolen goods. Its not been the greatest haul but does that matter?
Well yes, yes it does.
Yet they live. Some scarred horribly for life never to leave water again. Others finding out they have the inner strength not to puke their guts out while in a sealed suit. Another with the fortitude to carry a half eaten frozen corpse for some unkown reason while escaping certain destruction at the hands of some space amoeba slug thing. Identities were changed as one very strong barabel realizes he was no better than a wookiee in the end. Or what about the horrid pustule of a pilot that realizes too late that he repaired the klaxon and not the ship. Lastly let us not forget those who took the chance to nearly blow themselves up along with everyone else around them. For that? That takes true courage and utter lack of proper decision making skills.
These are the figures of Shadowport. All hail.
P.S. That corpse is going to start thawing quickly. Enjoy.