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Sucks at naming so i'll just type in ALIEN for now


The crew of transport ship Méduse is contacted by Weyland Yutani for a job, which the captain quickly accept. They head to space station Vestama to pick up several Weyland Yutani staff (executive, engineer, synthetic) and head toward their destination, space station Ritania where the ship is going to pick up several Weyland Yutani executives and a 'package' before heading back to Earth.


However, as they approached the space station, they received a distress signal and any attempt to make communication failed...

 

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The creature crawls in the darkness.


It senses them, it hears them. They cannot see it, but it can. They cannot hide from it, or run. They are too noisy. They speaks loudly and breathes heavily, they shoot at a shadow or shoot at someone else. The sound helps it, it will find them faster.


They always looked around, but never looked up. Rarely. And when they do, it's always too late.


It dropped it self out of a vent in the ceiling, taking one of them and dragged him into the vent. There's a lot of red fluid, but it doesn't care. There's still a lot down there.


It dropped itself, they stood and watches it with a weird expression on it's face. One of them lifted his weapon, but it's faster. A swing of a tail and the man's head is cleanly pierced. What happen next is a slaughter.


It looks around. It listens.


No more sound, and they are all dead with red fluid all over the place.


It growled, about to take them back to the hive when it heard another sound.


Tap, tap, tap, tap.


It growled again and started running.


Chasing.


Hunting.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Helen sat quietly in front of the window, looking out at the vast emptiness of space before getting up and turning on life support, which was off to conserve power. After she was done checking the ships interface she went to greet the crew by waiting in the lounge and preparing food.

 

[Doctor Jax]

Darcy's pod slowly opened as the life support system switched on for the rest of the ship. The captain of the ship opened his eyes slowly, aware that he was only a bit stiff this time around getting out of his life support pod. He scrunched his eyes and brushed his mustache with a finger, shaking his head in order to abate the dizziness that followed hypersleep. While most people didn't typically experience many side effects, he was just one of those people who felt like they'd spent the last three years on a merry-go-round, but that couldn't be helped. After getting dressed, he headed into the lounge for something to eat. Helen must have woken them up as they'd come closer to Ritania station.


As he walked in, he smiled warmly and said, "Hello, there, Helen. You catch up on your favorite soap opera while we were asleep?" He filled himself a cup of coffee as he sat down in a chair.


@TerrinX

 

[TerrorKitty]

Helen looked over Darcy and nodded. "I finished it and started the next one." she said looking at him while cutting three apples, much faster than any human could ever cut, each slice, exactly one and half milimeters wide, before then taking the slices and placing them on a plate on the table. She had already finished making bacon, roast beef, rasberries, cheese cubes and fruit juice. "I hope you like it, I tried really hard to make this. I had to shut down my leg functions to get the extra processing power to make as little errors as possible, to get maximum satisfaction of the foods."

 

[Doctor Jax]

Darcy watched Helen cut the apples with lifted eyebrows. It never ceased to amaze him what these synthetics could do. Already, he saw there was a whole smorgasbord on the table, loads and loads she'd prepared for them. She was a Godsend for him, if he was honest, because he couldn't make ice if he tried. Real food was out of the question. It helped that she was a good conversationalist, as it made the time go by faster.


"Aw, Helen, you didn't have to do that," Darcy said, picking up one of the thin slices. "I think I woulda been fine if you'd just given me the apple, but I sure appreciate the gesture." He took a bite and finally got down to business.


"So how far are we out from Ritania? They haven't given us any trouble, have they?" Darcy mumbled around his apple with a smile. They'd been finicky before. WY had a habit of being real tight on regulations for contract ships, while being an awful more lax with their own. He'd had more than one argument over the comm links about docking and port sizes.

 

[TerrorKitty]

"Its important for you to get proper amounts of nutrition, as well as-" Helen paused, she stopped and thought for a moment, her body heated up about five degrees as she increased processing power to get this thought. "I just want you to be happy, after all, your and the rest of the crew are my friends, and as for WY, we are only two hours before docking, although communications have been...Difficult to say the least."

 

[DarlingWaylonPark]

AMARA SIMPSON
Amara's honey brown eyes slowly opened as she woke from hypersleep, the clear seal opening up allowing her to climb out. She looked to the other pods, so far she and only a couple others were awake. She rose to her feet and walked to the counsel to sign in, then went out of the chamber to the locker area to get dressed into her black button up shirt, red denim sleeveless vest, black straight legged jeans with a black studded belt, her black choker that had matching studs along with her belt and finally her black boots.

Fixing her hair for the day, cut short on one side and longer on the other and dyed a crimson red, she headed out to the lounge area and saw the Captain and one of the synths. She nodded to them as her own way of saying good morning, giving a hum while doing so, then sat down looking at the table. She wanted her friend, Erick, there right about now. He was the only person she felt comfortable talking to.
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[Doctor Jax]

Darcy smiled at the mention of being friends. Synthetics were not always known for their congeniality, typically coming off as... well, creepy, to be honest. Helen was definitely a bit different, but then again she'd been outfitted to be much more personable than the typical off-the-shelf WY synthetic. It was a blessing, given the stressful conditions on the ship sometimes.


"Well, I'll get right on them, then. We'll need an ETA and a docking port if we're going to pick up the rest of those executives and that package. Morning, Ms. Simpson. We were just discussing the day's events. We'll be heading in to Ritania here soon. Excited to be going back home?" Darcy asked. She was a fairly quiet person, really only here as support from WY, but he tried to make everyone feel welcome aboard the Meduse.


@TerrinX @DarlingWaylonPark

 

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Ritania - Communication Room





The room is dark and dead quiet.


A woman hid inside one of the lockers inside the room. She has been hiding inside for hours, maybe even a day. She locked the room and sealed the vent. The creature should not be able to come in, but the creature is sneaky and who knows what it's capable of.


She's been praying to God, to whoever capable of helping her. She almost shrieked when there's a soft 'beep' coming from one of the panels inside the room.


The woman peeked outside, and she saw a small dot, a ship, blinked on the radar and slowly but surely moves toward Ritania...


(ps: to star a conversation with this NPC, you have to try to make a contact with Ritania)

 

[TerrorKitty]

Helen moved to other tasks before stopping. "Something is very wrong with communications and WY systems. I may not be able to dock us. Darcy, can you pilot? I would myself but I need to keep the remotely access WY local system to control the other side of the dock." She said sitting down as she did the couculations.

 

[Doctor Jax]

Darcy frowned as he listened to Helen's prognosis. It looked like he was going to have to break out his old pilot skills. Cracking his knuckles, he smiled and nodded his head to the two women.


"Whatever you say," Darcy stated as he headed towards the crowded cockpit. Eventually he found his cluttered command chair and started the navigation on manual. It'd been a bit since he'd done this sort of thing, but he could manage.


"This is Meduse to Ritania, call sign 5478G6B. We're trying to dock into...port 75F and having trouble communicating with the station's automatic control. We'd like confirmation that we have permission to dock. If you need our registration, you should have it on record."

 

[Ironrot]

Caitlyn wiped a droplet of vomit from her low lip as she left the bathroom. She hated being put under for long journeys. For her it was just a collage of nausia and discomfort. She had also never understood why you could only be frozen in your underwear; It always necessitated that she must quickly dart to the bathroom to dress herself, if she wasn't running there to throw up.


Clean, dressed and having brushed her teeth twice, Caitlyn found her way into the ship's mess. She eyed up the food which Helen had prepared and, hungry from loosing her last meal to the lavatory, took a seat opposite Amara. Caitlyn waited for a moment to be addressed, but when Amara all but when Amara didn't introduce herself Caitlyn spoke.


"Is this food for everyone or just the crew?"


(@DarlingWaylonPark)

 

[DarlingWaylonPark]

AMARA SIMPSON
"Morning, Captain."

Those were the only words she spoke to the Captain, and she began eating her breakfast. She eyed the android that tried to get the communications established with the space station, and Amara glared as some idiot managed to lose his composure and spill coffee all over the place. She stood abruptly, went to Claud and smacked him upside the head, "STOP. NOW." She snarled at him, then began cleaning up the mess herself, the engineer in her making sure the system was still at the very least functional before she turned to Darcy but pointed to Claud, "Fire him." she advised Darcy, then sat back down when Caitlyn came in.

She tilted her head a bit, then nodded at the question Caitlyn asked, "Food is for all." she said in a low voice, giving a low growl again. Where the Hell was Erick to be her interpreter of sorts?! She hated talking! She also started to hate Claud for being an idiot, she wanted to launch him into space herself if she was any lower of a person.

Tagged: @Ironrot @Sampson2873 @Doctor Jax
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Ritania - Communication Room





"This is Meduse to Ritania, call sign 5478G6B. We're trying to dock into...port 75F and having trouble communicating with the station's automatic control. We'd like confirmation that we have permission to dock. If you need our registration, you should have it on record."


Why would anyone want to dock? Who are they? What are they doing here? Haven't they heard anything? The woman bit her lower lips. That ship could and might be her way out of this, but she doesn't have the heart to drag these innocent people into this nightmare. The woman reached for the microphone and opened the channel.


"There's nothing here but death, turn around!" She whispered.

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

The main door to the area, where the others were, slid open and none other than the synthetic, or was that artificial being as she preferred, Rey Armada 2, stepped inside the room and gave everyone a kind smile. "Goodmorning everyone. I trust you all slept well," she said. Her eyes went over to Helen and she gave a softer smile. "Helen, my apologies for not waking sooner, I may have been of some assistance." She continued the rest of the way in with casual yet light steps, her white clothing hardly creasing with her perfectly timed "synthetic" steps. She wore a simple white singlet beneath a white and tighter fitting female version of a Mao suit, a pair of skinnier than normal white trousers, white and cream combat boots, and of course, her white undergarments. Her hair was held back in a low ponytail with the usual loose hairs, those supposedly to make her look more comfortable around the humans, yet it was perfect, as was, per usual.


Rey took a seat at the main table, for now not sitting so close to the human's but acknowledging them just as a human would, just was just as she was designed to do. These humans hadn't known her too very long before the mission started, but she did like to consider them her friends. She looked over the food that no doubt Helen had prepared before everyone woke up and something clicked in her, she was getting hungry. Almost immediately she got herself a small bowl of food and once again took her seat, before eating casually and glancing even at Darcy at the cockpit, as she became curious as to what he was doing. She dropped her fork and quickly looked to the others. "Is there a problem?" She had been so focused she missed Claud and his spill. When he spoke she looked over to it, but Amara, one of the Engineers, was already at hand and just about finished up with the mess. So, she went back to finishing off her food.

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[Knightling]

Stanley sat at his computer, his eyes never leaving the screen as he typed proficiently. So far, there had been not much going on, so he spent most of his days and nights working on some online courses. After a few minutes he took a break and checked the time, realizing that breakfast had been an hour ago. "goddamn it" he muttered, realizing he had been lost in study all night. Giving his short hair a quick brush, though it was too short to need brushing, he stepped out of his room and headed down the quiet corridor towards the cafeteria. If there wasn't any hot breakfast left ever, he'd settle for some toast or cereal.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Helen smiled at everyone as they greeted her. Having finished the couculation, Helen needed more processing power to put the corrections into the ships data frame work for the docking. "Rey. I need your assitance. Can you lend some of your data circuts for a moment?" She asked as she pulled a plug from the consol and inserted in her neck, seeing as the upload is too large to do wirelessly. At the same time a small panel opened up on her shoulder, exposing a silver colored patch for Rey to put her hand on to share data. "I will lower my fire walls, please do not go through my Hyperdyne 129-4 files" She said before going into a lower power mode, seemingly asleep.

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

Rey dropped her fork once again at Helen's call for assistance and she smiled lightly. "Of course Helen." She stood from her spot and walked quickly around to the where Helen was placed. She approached her and once the panel has successfully revealed itself she placed her hand against it, immediately creating the connection. "I would not invade." She blinked a few times as the process went forward, and stood quite still, eyes over Helen's shoulder while she was in a small stasis.



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[TerrorKitty]

Helen suddenly opened her eyes as she rebooted, the data passing through her and downloading to the ship. "All done" she sad taking the plug from her neck and storing it back into the console and retracting the electron strip back into her shoulder before turning to Rey. "Rey, thank you for your assistance," she beamed with a realism that seemed too authentic before engaging in a friendly hug, holding the other synthetic tightly before letting go. "If you ever need anything, please ask." She said giving that same smile. Some of her Hyperdyne 129-4 firewalls were down, but she would put them back up next time she reboots later.

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

Rey removed her hand and she stepped back a little to allow room for Helen. She smiled as she spoke. "It was no problem, really." She knew Helen was always a much happier and cheerful human like artificial being, so it did not surprise her when Helen gave her a hug. She did her best to return the favour and as they pulled away she smiled warmly, a gleam in her eyes. "I will be sure to." She then gave a small nod and walked back over to her previous seat to finish of her meal, glancing idly at the others around her while she ate again. She finished with a few forks full and sat straighter when she was done, her "hunger", satisfied.



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[Sampson2873]

Claud looked up after cleaning the spill and rewiring the system he jacked up. His face was covered in sweat, and he felt nauseous inhaling all of the gases under the floor. He went to his room and changed to his normal close, then came back in the brigade, taking a bite of one of the apple slices.


"So, how long until we get to Ritania?" he asked. "I wanna get of of this stupid ship."

 

[Knightling]

Mr. Steele paused suddenly and rubbed his head, feeling sick. He had only been out of hypersleep for two hours, but the effects were not immediate. He quickly found the nearest laboratory to barf. Stepping out, he felt a little better, then stepped into the cafeteria eat some breakfast. Of course, all the hot food was gone, so he toasted some bread and poured himself a hot cup of coffee while he pondered how to cure his insufferable boredom.

 

[Doctor Jax]

Wait... Did I hear that right? Darcy swallowed hard as he heard some of his crew arguing behind him. It sounded like someone had spilled something on a console, and Darcy sighed as he tried to understand what had happened...


The woman had said there was only death at that station. None of the dogs were barking on the radio, and this was the only kind of communication they'd had with Ritania station. Could he risk his crew? Perhaps they were in quarantine. This wasn't a decision he could make on his own.


"You kids play nice over there!" Darcy said over his shoulder loudly, a hint of true seriousness in his tone. He turned back to the comm.


"Miss, I know you're upset but you're going to have to elaborate. This is a Weyland-Yutani contract ship outfitted with minimal life support systems. We can call help if you need it."


@too much idea @DarlingWaylonPark @Knightling

 

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@Doctor Jax


Ritania - Communication Room


"Miss, I know you're upset but you're going to have to elaborate. This is a Weyland-Yutani contract ship outfitted with minimal life support systems. We can call help if you need it."


"No, no need for that. It's too late-"


The screen flickers turned off, and the microphone turned off too. The woman pushed all the button in the room, but nothing happens. Someone turned off the communication room from somewhere... From the control room? But who? Why would they do that?


Suddenly, she heard something from the vent above her hand. Sounds like something is crawling through the vent... Doesn't sound like a human.


The woman quickly hid herself beneath the table. Something dropped out of the vent. It hissed, or at least it sounds like it. It turns around and round, looking for her, maybe. It screeched and went back to the vent. The woman sighed in relief until she realized something.