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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:41 pm Reply with quote        
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You wake up, cold, shivering, you feel suspended, floating. Your conscious is muddled, you can't remember where you are. It takes a moment but you manage to open your eyes, you look around panicked, but then you remember. You are in a cryogenic chamber, on Glisa581, a very large transport spacecraft. To your left you see the emergency release lever, you pull it and the liquid drains but your chamber doesn't open. You have to press hard on the glass before it pops open.

More memories flood back to you as you walk naked into a cell. You are a prisoner, for space crime, on transport to Enterinium, in the Triangula galaxy, a prison planet. There is a locker with your clothes in it; a pair of grey pants and a grey prison shirt, on the right side of your cell, and you can see other cells across from you. Something doesn't seem right though. There are no lights on, besides dim emergency lights and the ship is dead silent aside from the sound of others also finding their ways out of their cryogenic chambers.

The door to your cell is open, what is going on?


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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:02 pm Reply with quote        
Dare cursed as he leaped over the dead body of a lower officer. His eyes searched the room analyzing. Across the room was one of those /things/, he was going to classify it as an alien, but whatever it was was deadly. He wasn't sure how many of them had boarded the ship, but the impact had jarred the whole ship, catching everyone off guard. Except for himself. He was always prepared.

The creature who had been across the room disappeared into the darkness. Dare kept his pistol at ready. He was on his way to the armory, which incidentally was on the opposite side of the ship, past the prisoners. He was going to crack skulls if any of them touched his precious guns. He knew that since the power had gone out that their cells would unlock, and their cryogenic chambers would drain.

A scream sounded and Staff Sergeant Rossen turned quickly, only to watch a janitor get torn in half by a creature with long tentacles. He put two shots into the creature and it hissed and sunk into the darkness.

If this shit messed with his perfect record he would personally find the leader of these alien fucks and put it to rest. After exiting the room he began his journey to the weaponry.


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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:05 pm Reply with quote        
Shawn's eyes opened slowly, taking in the dim light drifting down from above her. Her mind was sluggish, as if she'd just woken up from a very deep sleep. Slowly, Shawn realized that was exactly what had happened.

Glisa 581... she thought, Cryogenic sleep...how long have I been out? Why am I awake? This...this isn't right. Shawn glanced around her pod, filled to the brim with cold liquid, too thick to be water. Her mouth was covered by a tube that fed oxygen to her lungs. Her nose floated two inches below the glass panel sealing her in.

There... To her left, Shawn spied a lever. She reached for it, her arm moving slowly through the cryo-gel. Shawn wrapped her fingers around the lever and yanked as hard as she could. Immediately, the cryo-gel poured out of the pod, down pipes in the bottom of the coffin-like capsule. Shawn thudded to the bottom, putting another six inches between her face at the glass. She cracked her fingers and glared at the glass. Carefully, aware that she hadn't used her muscles in a very long time, Shawn pressed her forearms against the glass panel and pressed, spreading the stress out among her arms, shoulders, and back. Shawn strained against the glass for maybe twenty seconds, then it popped off, entirely without warning.

Limp as a fish, Shawn crawled out of the pod, her entire body tingling. She ripped the gas mask off her face and took a few gulps of the cold, canned air of the transport ship.

"Oh, wow, that's good..." she muttered, before slowly climbing to her feet. Shawn walked, almost in a daze, to the locker a few feet away from the cryo-pod, and quickly got dressed, the cold air on the gel still coating her skin making her shiver. She squeezed as much gel from her hair as possible before yanking a beanie over it, then glanced outside the cell door.

Ship broke down... A smile crossed Shawn's lips as she processed the news, if only for a moment. Time to get off this boat. Shawn snuck out of the cell, glanced around, and headed aft. If she remembered her naval history, the infirmary would be between the crew quarters and the cell block. Maybe she'd pilfer a janitor's closet or something along the way. Chemicals . Ridiculously underrated.


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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:28 pm Reply with quote        
Jove struggled to his feet, leaning against the outside of the pod he had just exited for support. Bits of cryo-gel still clung to his skin, and he shivered as much from the feel of it as from the cold. He had exited the pod almost automatically as soon as he had awakened, only now did his brain truly start to process things.

He was aboard the Glisa581, he could remember that much. But...the ship wasn't scheduled to stop so soon, was it? A twinge of his chest made him look down, and he saw the still semi-red marks of a laser burn. At the look of the fresh scar, a face flashed through Jove's memory; a girl beautiful, stood huddled in a corner, terrified. A uniformed man raised a gun getting ready to fire, and then...Jove remembered a searing pain. The memory buckled his knees, and made him grab his head.

Staggering upwards again, Jove tried to collect himself a bit more and think. The wound on his chest hadn't yet fully healed, it couldn't have been more than a month since he was transported from The Magdela, the military transport he had unsuccessfully attempted to hijack, to the Gilsa581. That meant that he had been woken up months ahead of schedule. It could just be a malfunction, something wrong with his pod. Looking around at the dim security lights, he doubted that very much. Maybe the ship was having some power fluctuations was all, old ships tended to have these problems from time-to-time. Someone screamed from inside one of the nearby corridors. Maybe not. Either way, others were likely to be awake by now too. And maybe, just maybe, this could present the opportunity Jove needed to escape.

Moving a little quicker, he stepped over to a nearby locker, grabbed out some prison clothes (not glamorous, but better than parading around naked...for now) and got dressed. Rolling up his sleeves, he walked out of the cell with a small smile.

"Looks like today could be my lucky day." Wink

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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:53 pm Reply with quote        
Nat blinked open her eyes slowly, feeling like she'd been drugged. Aw, Christ, Jimmy, did you drug my tacos again? she thought blearily. She tried to turn her head, expecting to see her fellow gang member and best friend collapsed on a couch beside her but saw only a lever through a thick substance.

Oh, yeah. I'm on that damn prison ship. Christ. She glared through the glass casing on the outside of her chamber and yanked the lever down as hard as the gelatinous fluid would allow her. She landed unsteadily on her feet as it drained out, yanking the mask off her face and wiping gook from her eyes.

"Ugh. My hair." She shouldered the glass front open and stumbled out into her cell. Her dark eyes narrowed as she registered the dim lighting of the ship. Cautiously, she pulled the grey uniform from her locker and pulled it on with steady hands; she never got nervous, only alert.

She approached the door to her cell, ears tuned to the slightest sound. She thought she could hear the murmurs of the other prisoners stirring behind the thick steel walls nearby, but she couldn't be sure.

What she was sure of, however, was that her cell was unlocked. A rare smile grew on her face. "Christ...well ain't this fortunate," she chuckled and pulled open the door to her cell and popped her head out into the corridor.

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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:00 pm Reply with quote        
Shell's head hurt.

A lot.

Instinctively, she reached for her pistol holster to see if it was still there. On a ship full of cons, even iced cons, one could never be too careful. She felt the familiar cold metal and gave a relieved sigh. Still there. She slowly got up, using the railings to give her a boost as she made it to her feet.

Shell had been on her way to perform a routine check-up of the cryo room when suddenly the entire ship jolted and she hit her head on the railing. Now she was slightly dazed with a headache. Well, the best thing to do would be continue on her check-up to make sure none of the prisoners had escaped. As she walked, she saw a lot of blood around, and she was pretty sure some of it wasn't human. She quickened her pace.

"Oh..." she walked down the hall and the prison chambers were in clear view. Some of them were open. "Oh great." she muttered quietly and went over to a nearby intercom panel only to find it off. "Even better." she sighed as she shut the panel door. Shell pulled out her pistol and slipped into the shadows in case any of the cons decided to wake up. Hopefully she wasn't alone on this ship because while she had been looking for a chance to prove herself she wasn't quite sure she was looking forward to this one. She was hoping for something a little more mundane than a power shut-down and a ship full of dangerous prisoners.

She slipped down the edge of the corridors, searching for any other surviving crew members. Maybe if they came together they could create a plan on how to deal with the current situation together.


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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:28 pm Reply with quote        
Jove looked around as he wandered through the shadows of the corridor. It seemed like other cells were open, but the only ones he could see now stood empty; the other prisoners should be somewhere nearby. Oh well, no need to worry about them; he didn't know any of the other prisoners and as long as they stayed out of his way, he saw no need to get to know them just yet. He needed to figure out what was going on here before doing anything else.

This corridor was deserted. Silently, he crept into an adjoining corridor. The first thing he noticed was the smell; something heavy, and meaty filled the air. Something in that smell was primal, and it set his teeth on edge; it was blood and rent flesh, he had smelled this before. He put a hand over his mouth and nose and looked around. Blood spattered the walls and floor, some of it red and human and some of it decidedly less so. Laser burns and bullet holes adorned the walls and ceiling. He couldn't see any other people in this corridor either; well no living people anyway. He had a terrible suspicion that the bloody lump of rags over at the far end of the corridor...wasn't.

Just as he was contemplating what to next, Jove heard a dripping sound on the floor in front of him just as he felt something cool and slimy slide down his face. He looked up, holding his breath...and just stared in horror. Something was above him...something with a gaping hole filled with jagged shards protruding from it that he was only calling a mouth because it really couldn't be anything else. Long, bloody tentacles reached down and grabbed at him just as he ducked down and shot around the corner into the next corridor.

Shit, maybe not my lucky day. Shocked

He had just enough time to think this before crashing into someone and falling onto his ass...hard. He looked up in shock at whoever was in front of him, panting.

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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:32 pm Reply with quote        
Renee opened her eyes unsure of what was going on. It was cold and she was in goo. Then it hit her she was in prison. "Shitfire now what? She thought as she looked around her cryo pod. Seeing the leaver she reached for it and the liquid she had been suspended in drained out. She ripped the face mask off and as forcefully as she could pushed on the glass till she was out. It took her what felt like ten years to open the stupid glass but it was probably more like ten minutes.

"Well shouldn't have put so much force on that last push dummy." She muttered out loud to herself as she got up from where she had unceremoniously landed on the floor on getting the case open. Looking around she spotted the locker and went to it retrieving her new clothes. She slicked as much of the cryo gel out of her hair as she could and got herself dressed in the prison duds.

"Wonder what the hell is going on too quite for it to be a normal malfunction and the doors open." She thought unsure about leaving her cell at the moment. Yeah the door was open and it was an escape but what kind of things would she be getting herself into. She was sure she wasn't the only one awake. Finally after much debating with herself she decided to slowly exit from her cell. Surely she could find the armory and get herself a weapon or three.


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 PostPosted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:28 pm Reply with quote        
Shawn slipped along the deserted hallway, entirely unnoticed in the darkened ship. She saw nothing alive, but plenty of dead cryo-pods inside cells. She heard crashes echo throughout the ship, and froze for a full minute each time. But she still saw nothing.

Shawn skittered into a closet on the hallway marked "CLEANING SUPPLIES" and grinned at the arsenal awaiting assembly. She grabbed the bleach and vinegar and ammoniua, and a number of small bottles, and started making small toxic gas grenades, some more deadly than others. Some toilet bowl cleaner and aluminum foil made sound grenades. She also grabbed a can of air freshener, in hopes of creating a makeshift flamethrower, but couldn't find a lighter. Oh well, something to keep an eye out for. Shawn grabbed a trash bag, dumped her munitions in there along with some basic nutrition pacs, then tore it up to create a bag that slung over her shoulder. Almost as an afterthought, Shawn grabbed one of the gas masks hanging on a rack on the wall and stuffed that into the bag as well.

"Anything else anything else anything else...oh!" Shawn grabbed screwdriver set on the nearby shelving unit, and quickly undid a few screws before prying off one of the metal bars from the unit. She hefted it once or twice, feeling the weight. Satisfied, Shawn stuck the bar into her belt, which was actually her jacket tied about her waist, threw the screwdriver set into the bag, then snuck back out of the janitor's closet, feeling slightly more armed, and once again made for the infirmary.


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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 7:35 am Reply with quote        
Nat glanced up and down the corridor and gave an inaudible gasp as one of the other prisoners emerged from her cell. She pulled back into her cell, peering through the crack in the door as the female made her way into the janitor's closet. No need to get mixed up with the other prisoners right now..., she thought.

She waited until the closet door shut and exited her cell. The air around her smelled of burnt metal, blood, and cryo gel. There were large burn marks on the steel walls of the corridor, which were dented and covered in bulletholes. Gunshells littered the floor, along with....oh, god, was that someone's INTESTINES?!

Nat took a deep breath, willing calm into her as her head spun. She began to turn as she heard rapid footsteps coming towards her but was knocked flat on her ass. "Hey!" she yelped. She locked eyes with a skinny male and quickly took in the prisoners uniform and residual cryo gel on his skin and clinging to his hair.

"Christ, dude, what the hell are you doing?"

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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:03 am Reply with quote        
As Shell made her way down the corridor, she surveyed the damage. Bullets, entrails, human blood... she could take that. It was the obviously inhuman blood that bothered her. If something hostile was on the ship, everyone was in more trouble than she first assumed. Maybe what was left of the crew was waiting on the bridge. Before she got there, though, she knew that she hid a few knives and a pistol behind the cleaning supplies in the janitor's closet just in case.

It was always good to have backup weapons.

She slipped down the corridor as quietly as possible in case there was any hostiles around. Fortunately, her specific closet was not too far from the cryo chambers because that was where they put her.

As she walked towards the closet, she heard rustling inside it. "So, someone's gotten there before me." Shell muttered under her breath as she readied her pistol. Hopefully they didn't find the weapons in there yet. She stood quietly outside the closet and waited.

A few seconds later, a woman backed out of the closet and Shell put her pistol up so it was only two inches away from the con's head. "You stop right there."


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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 11:11 am Reply with quote        
Jove looked up at the woman in front of him, not really seeing her and panting. With one slightly shaking hand, he brushed at his forehead where the thing had dripped on him; it came away bloody, though the blood was not his own. Cautiously, he looked up at the ceiling above him. From what he could see, it was empty of anything save a few odd splatters of something and a couple of scorch marks. Thank God, for small favors.

After a stunned moment, he shook his head to clear it a bit; he had to get thinking, get moving. He had a sinking suspicion that whatever had been in the other corridor wouldn't stay there for long. Besides, if there were others (Jove stopped at this thought and considered his luck thus far...there were probably others) he didn't want to stick around until one or more of those things found this corridor. He looked at the entrails over to one side of the wall. Well, found this corridor again. In order to get moving, he had to get up off this floor. He braced his hands against the floor and pushed himself into a standing position, gingerly trying his weight until he was sure he wouldn't topple over onto the girl in front of him; his legs were still a bit shaky as much from shock as from weeks of disuse.

Finally, he addressed the young woman in front of him.

"Sorry about that. I was running kinda fast there. Didn't see ya. Sweat Uh...look, I gotta get outta here. You'd be smart to do the same. You're welcome to head my way, or whatever. Go wherever you feel like going...but I wouldn't sit still, if I were you."

He moved past the girl and started heading down the corridor. He paused, and almost as an afterthought, added:

"Oh! But don't go THAT way!"

He threw a finger over his shoulder in the direction he had run from earlier, and continued down the corridor.

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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:08 pm Reply with quote        
"You stop right there."

Shawn stopped, one of her hands disappearing into the bag she'd made, and looked behind her. One of the security? Normally, not a problem, but this one had a gun. Shawn didn't like guns. She glared at the weapon, and the woman, and sized up her options. The security guard was arm's length away, holding the gun barrel a few inches from Shawn's head. That was really as good as it could get for Shawn. But there was still risk.

"I dunno if you noticed," Shawn drawled, turning around and bringing her hands up to shoulder level, "But this ship's dead. Something tells me I'm not your biggest problem. I mean...I'm not even a murderer. I'm just a smuggler. Why don't you go find someone worthwhile to point that gun at?"


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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:17 pm Reply with quote        
Nat raised an eyebrow. Curious. She followed him, glowering. "Why? What's down that way?" She glanced around the corridor as she walked, searching for some kind of life or a gun or something. Something useful.

There were sounds up ahead and she grabbed onto the man's arm. "Wait. Shh," she whispered. She slid along the wall until she got to the corner and peeked around it.

Two women stood in the hallway, one of them a prisoner and the other in the traditional garb of a station security guard. The guard held a gun to the prisoners head and the prisoner had what looked like a ripped up trash bag, formed into a type of backpack-like bag.

"It's a guard. And one of the prisoners..." she breathed.

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 PostPosted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:19 pm Reply with quote        
Sergeant Rossen turned down another corridor and spotted Shell down the end. She had a gun pointed at one of the cons, he raised his gun also and walked a few footsteps behind her. "Shell I know that the convicts are all roaming free but they aren't our problem right now."

He walked slowly around to the other side of the convict, his gun still aimed and ready. "This convict is right, we have bigger problems. Follow me." he said and began his run to the convict's holding cells room, so he could get to the armory on the other side.

He called over his shoulder harshly, "And that's an order!"


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