Futuristic Seeding the universe

[Giyari]

Iona McLeach


The racket continued, and continued, and with each additional person entering the area Iona's concentration and frustrations rose. Her cheeks puffed and flushed a red that almost matched her hair, and her eyes glistened with moisture and her fists clenched as her emotions rose to boiling point.


Her "brain bursting gaze" had been interrupted by Berlioz, some sociopathic weirdo who had without a doubt committed murder or something similar in the past, how the hell he got past the interview and background checking process she had no idea. The space suit wearing bulk of weird stood in the door way, proclaiming his want to mutilate everyone, again, like the more he said it, the more people would believe it. Iona had had enough, she couldn't deal with this shit any more, she had work to do and things to get done to keep her mind sane after being locked in this god forsaken ship for 3 years with the same people who were all so dysfunctional that her hope for humanities survival had all but vanished months ago.


Enough was enough. Iona stood from her bench, a few tiny mechanical pieces falling from her clothing. All five foot of her seemed as if it was about to pop all over the walls as she built up the courage to move and to shout at everyone without crying, which would probably happen anyway...


"I... I.. They. So, loud." She muttered under her breath, staring at the floor. With a deep breath, the pint sized girl walked briskly towards the door as it slid open automatically, and let it all out, every single piece of it, all the frustrations that had been building up for the past few days at the crew, all of it, at Berlioz.


"No one volunteers you big fat jerk! Why would anyone volunteer to have you fuck around with their body, it makes no sense and you make no sense, and what's with that suit, we're not outside an atmosphere and there's no disease and it looks stupid and creepy and you're stupid and creepy and arrg! Why!" She screamed, beating her fists down on Berlioz, like a kitten attacking a Doberman. Iona had only just begone though, no one was safe from her wrath any more, things had went on for long enough. Her eyes turned to Prill, a seething hatred emanating from her gaze, a gaze that had been well earned over the past few years.


"No one cares about your stupid lab coat! What scientist only has one coat?! That's like only owning one pair of trousers! It's inefficient! It's stupid! You're stupid! you're all stupid! How did humanities future end up in the hands of you idiots?! Why am I stuck with you all?! I want off! You all suck!" As she ranted, her eyes welled up more and more as her words slid from scalding punches at her crew mates to just, a mess of emotion and anger. With a slight trickle of teas now escaping from her eyes, Iona stood there, her breathing now slightly laboured, her face bright red from all her shouting.


"I hope you all die!" she yelled as a parting shot, before throwing a screwdriver from her pocket at Prill and stomping off out the room and down the corridor to one of the ships communal rest areas.

 

[Atom]

"Dammit guys!" Jason growled, shoving past the rooms occupants to follow. He, unlike most of the others probably, was concerned about her out burst and quickly followed to make sure she was alright.

 

[Girouette]

Despite wanting to stick around and talk to Berloiz, although that sentiment most likely wasn't returned, he pulled his arm off the murderous scientist, he had just been insulted in one of the most terrible ways imaginable.


"Did...Did that woman just insult my lab-coats? Who is she to say I only have one!? This is an Un-repentable sin!"





He threw his stained labcoat to the ground, although he sadly missed and threw it in the general direction of Berloiz, before taking off after Jason and Iona, yelling a few obscenity about insulting his lab coats and tripping on his curttails about 4 or 5 times.





Now, one could say that he looked like a fool and didn't even have a very good reason for being outraged, in fact it was actually kind of odd that he betrayed his calm-and cool scientific attitude so often,, and he would be sure to contemplate on that later.


But as a mad scientist, he could not let his lab-coats be insulted, especially by somebody who wore a lab coat themselves, and generally he respected and liked people who wore lab coats, and Iona was normally not an exception.


Sadly, the only thing that could come from insulting a lab-coat would be pure fury, the fury of science.


That reminded him, he needed to pick up more grape juice from the ships kitchen, this thought didn't have much relevance, but occurred to him the fifth time he tripped on the ground, most likely due to the fact he had to pass five doors from his room to get to the kitchen.

 

[Giyari]

Iona McLeach


Storming into the empty communal area, a large bright open area that housed a rest area for watching video playback, a games area, and refreshment machines, Iona launched herself onto one of the various couches seated in the rest area of the space, it was a large bright red padded thing with a number of cushions scattered about its surface, one of which was swiftly grabbed and snuggled into as Iona curled up in the corner of the couch. She had stopped crying, mostly, but her face was still bright red. It wasn't like she meant everything she said, well, some of it... Okay she meant most of it, but not everyone was that bad, most of the time, just a certain number of stand out individuals.


She sat curled around her chosen cushion for a few moments as her breathing slowed and returned to normal, but the sound of people following down the corridor wasn't what she wanted to hear, at least not the tripping up fumbling footsteps that could only belong to one person on this ship...

 

[Atom]

"Dammit Prill go away before I shove my foot up your ass." Jason shouted behind him, and he meant it.


Jason stepped into the rest room and stopped, looking for Iona. When he spotted her he hesitantly walked over, "Hey... Sorry bout all that, are you okay?" He asked.

 

[Girouette]

"You can not insult a scientist in such a rude manner!"





It could be said that he was yelling at Jason for his rather rude comment, or still at Iona for her insult to his lab-coat, of which to be honest, he was already starting to forget as his mind was filled with thought of grape-juice and any other groceries he needed to pick up from the ships kitchen, and this was evident by the fact that when he reached the communal area he seemed to be smiling without a care in the world, and in the short trek to it had forgotten completely about why he had even ran to it.


In fact, it only occurred to him he'd been insulted and had come here for any other reason that just to be there when he saw the others he had followed, and that seemed to spark his mind a bit.





"AH HAH! You have committed a most terrible crime, insulting a scientist such as myself!"





In truth, he wasn't exactly angry about the insulting, but wondering why a person who wore a lab-coat themselves would dare speak ill of another lab-coat wearing individual, especially a genius such as himself! This was something he could not fathom, as the code of science compelled him to always treat other lab-coat wearing people with a code of respect and honor, and expected this to be returned.

 

[Atom]

Jason turned with a fiery glance, "Dammit Prill go away now, go look at this." Jason said, taking off his boot and shoving it into Prills chest.

 

[Girouette]

"Bah! I apologize Jason, I understand your sentiment, but I cannot let such a crime go unpunished, or at least un-apolgoized for!"


Prill could be seen as being rude here, as even he, a genius such as himself, could infer the


situation, but even so, he couldn't simply walk away.


He avoided catching the hover-boots, sending them crashing to the floor, as even though he was interested in them, his pride a scientist was far more important.


"I sincerely am sorry that I cannot allow you time to comfort a distressed girl, but this woman has insulted the scientists garb of a lab-coat, and implied I only own one, which is a pure insult to my life's passion."


It was quite sad that his attire being insulted caused him to become more distressed, in fact, you could insult his hair, which he spent long periods of time stroking and liked almost as much as his life, and he most likely wouldn't care, you could even insult his green shirt, and he wouldn't give a science. That said, his lab-coat was something he loved and cherished more than his entire existence, it was the holy-mantle of his universe, the holy grail of a scientist, it was what allowed him to be the genius he was, and he could not let an insult to it be left alone.

 

[Atom]

Jason wrapped one hand in the collar area of Prills coat and pulled him forward.


"Take the boot. Leave. Or the insult will be the least of your worries." Jason said. He then let go of Prills coat and straightened it.


"Besides. That boot has some nice gravity repulsing technology you can look at." He added.

 

[Girouette]

" I've said I understand you're desire to be alone with this woman, but she has insulted my very core, my very dedication has been ripped from my soul by her words, and I would very much like an apology before I could leave"





Prill was very clearly unafraid, or interested in anything but getting an apology for the insult to his lab-coat, as I've said multiple times, his lab-coat was the very definition of his life, and he had no reason to leave.








"Perhaps you would like to tell me why you're so eager to get me to leave? It is a communal area, and I have a legitimate right to be here, and you aren't exactly helping much by getting me to leave, are you?





One could say that an insult to Prill's lab coat was a clear attack on the fiber of his being, and when your very fiber has been assaulted, you would not simply walk away.

 

[Atom]

"Prill...get your apology later. Right now she needs a moment and the odds of you getting your apology now of all times is highly not in your favor. Let me talk to get and maybe I can get her to apologize. But for now, that boot has your name on it. Take it." Jason said.

 

[Giyari]

Iona McLeach


Yep, right on time Iona was joined by two bodies speeding out of the corridor and veering straight towards her. One of said bodies was Jason, he was normal, for the most part, though it seemed like he thought Iona was going to break at any opportunity (which she kind of did but that's not the point) which did get a little overbearing after a time, he meant well though. The other was Prill, being as inanely idiotic as he always was and... She didn't have the fucks left to deal with this.


Standing up on the Sofa, Iona launched the cushion she was holding towards the two men, not really caring who she hit, both of them were in her space and as such both of them were annoying.


"Scientists don't care about their lab coats you imbecile! It's only purpose is to stop your experiments getting contaminated by you! Give it a rest!" she yelled, feeling her face start to heat up once again.


"And you! You, stop! Need a moment? I'll decide that, idiot!" she shouted, pointing at Jason. Truth be told she was kind of glad he showed some concern, not that she would admit that out loud, ever.

 

[Atom]

Jason turned with a frown, looking at her a moment.


"Alright. Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were alright..." He said with a sigh before turning back to grab his boot and leave the room.

 

[welian]

Thank god, a distraction. Like a chain reaction, the rest of the weirdos on the ship started exploding one after the other. Iona stormed off, Jason went after her, Prill went after Jason… Leaving Benny and Berlioz alone in the same room. She almost preferred the fighting.


“Look, ah, Che – Berlioz. Just, no swapping kidneys, okay? That’s organ harvesting. And assault. And probably a bunch of other things. And you don’t have to resort to violence to get people to respect you,” said the woman who shoved a full-grown man into the wall because he had violated her personal space.


As she continued to ever-so-delicately increase the distance between them, she kept staring at him suspiciously. Three years had done nothing but reaffirm for her the possibility that the faceless man was a killer death robot ninja assassin with kunai scalpels. She’d seen that in an anime once, it was terrifying.


Even now, she could still hear Iona’s voice carrying through the hallway. Prill needed to watch himself – his skills wouldn’t be any good if he got murdered the moment they landed on a colony site.

 

[Girouette]

Prill, who was about to spiel again at Jason about his Lab-coat, was promptly hit in the face with a pillow, which sent him spiraling back, and directly into one of the communal areas dining tables, which as it was quite heavy, ended up with him sprawled out on a table, with a pillow on his head.


Almost a serene image, if it wasn't for the fact that he had just fell into a table.


Of course however, such a thing cannot stop him, as he quickly regained consciousness, but was still sprawled out on a table, the pillow was easily thrown off, but he seemed to lack the strength to sit up.


"Ah hah, you are correct, the lab-coat is simply a tool, and to most it is irrelevant. But you see, my lab-coat is special, it gives me the the power to be the genius I am, giving me the strength to do the science I must, you see, my lab coat is not simply a something to protect my experiments from contamination as you say, it is an extension of myself, it holds my sentiment, my ideals and my dreams, you see, this lab-coat is not simply a tool, but a part of my soul itself!"


A very powerful speech, but it's effect was most likely lost due to him lying on a table.


He ended this very uncalled for speech with a rather hasty 'fist-pump', although as he was still lying on a table, it ended up with him ramming his elbow into the table, effectively sending a shock through his entire arm, and causing him to roll off the table, landing onto a chair stomach first, and causing the entirety of his breath to be knocked out of his lungs.


Yes, that sort of ruined the speech, didn't it?

 

[Giyari]

Iona McLeach


Iona scowled as they both seemed to get the message, or at least Jason did, as the red haired man sulked off, was it that disheartening to find out that the princess could save herself? Prill on the other hand was still ranting about his fucking coat, and it made her blood boil. she was almost used to his idiosyncrasies but this was much too much for one day, not that she liked putting up with them any other day either.


Sticking her hand into the pocket of her own coat, Iona searched around for a small item that she used in the lab. Grabbing a hold of the little gadget she walked off the couch and made her way towards the now slightly incapacitated Prill and held the device next to his coat. Without a hint of remorse, Iona pressed a switch on device's side, releasing a small welding flame from the tip. that's right, this was a pocket lighter, and it had just set fire to Prills beloved coat,, and Iona was more than satisfied.


Turning around she walked away back down the corridor to the labs with a sulky look to her face. Maybe she could finally get some work done in peace.

 

[Girouette]

Prill, was in fact not unconscious, he was however very winded, as if he had been kciked in the stomach, which he may has well been, and with his point seemingly shown, he saw no harm to resting on the chairs he had fallen on and he was rather peacefully relaxing.


Sadly of course, before he had time to register what was going on, he heard a rather odd sound, which sounded like clicking, a very similar noise to the sound a lighter made when they were flicked on. However, why would somebody be setting something on fire?


Well he contemplated what it could be, he was entirely unaware to the fact that his most cherished possessions, his lab-coat, was being set ablaze, in an act of arson that was very clearly illegal, and an act of assault.


But that honestly wasn't on his mind, as even Prill, with utter devotion to his labcoat, could realize that fact that he was literally on fire.


"W...What the hell!?""





Even Prill could not fathom why somebody would set him on fire, a clear act of malice, and a bit drastic, but he also wasn't thinking about it, as once again, he was literally on fucking fire.


Despite this, he felt a bit of a nagging feeling, one that seemed to be coming from his stomach, a very clear distrust of his own sensibilities, and a sickening feeling, a feeling worse than being on fire.


Oh, yes. Fireworks.


Fireworks he had intended to take down on his next landing duty, as if to celebrate being selected he had made them out of some...Volatile materials, to make a large 'bang' as it was, he had been carrying them around for the past two days, and simply forgot he had put them in his pockets,. Rather powerful fireworks too, enough to kill a person at point-blank range, for sure, he certainly needed to get his coat off, something he wouldn't do under any other circumstances, as it seemed they had already been lit, he didn't have much time, suffice to say.


He began to pull his coat off, and had it mostly off, falling to the floor, when one of them triggered.


The result was less fireworks, and more of a grenade, it seemed he had made a mistake creating them, the result being a rather large amount of force, propelling Prill forward, scorching the clothes on his back, and disintegrating the lab-coat.


Prill ended up smashed into the wall of the communal area, with at least one broken bone, and certainly unconscious, it would be fairly soon that the ships drones came to investigate, and the explosion was surely heard throughout the ship.

 

[Dusky]

A bot poked its head into the door. As others came along, attracted to the sound, it shooed them away. "Nothing to see here, nothing to see here. It's just an explosion, you people act like it's some big event, sheesh!" As its arms lengthened and converted into a stretcher, another bot made its way through the onlookers and gingerly lifted the mad scientist in a disturbingly human way, laying him onto the stretcher. "I'll take him to the surgeon bot. Go about your business!"


And with that, the two bots walked away. Yet another entered the room. It frowned, muttering, "This may take some spare parts to fix..." With a shrug, it began cleaning the soot and occasional specks of blood off the floor.


After a few minutes, the AI's voice rang throughout the ship. "Well, that was exciting! For a ship full of humans, I mean. Fortunately, dear Prill will be fine, though I think surgeon bot is getting a bit too carried awa... No, no, we are NOT replacing his arm with a mechanical appendage, put that thing DOWN! Ah, shit, did I leave the announcer on for that? Well... In any case, now for your daily resource summary. Everything's at a hundred percent, so my coding doesn't require I go down the list. Goody for you!"


On that note, the ship fell silent.

 

[Zahzi]

It was fortunate that all of Berlioz's anger was directed toward Miles at the moment. The transgressions of the midget and the actions of the other scientist would be ignored. For now. Miles was the focus of Berlioz's ire. He waited for the man to finish his speech of empty insults and threats. It was courtesy for the fact that while most people just flinched at Berlioz's presence, Miles had a spine. He contemplated just walking away. Be nice for once. But...


Berlioz pulled a small bottle from his coat while Miles' speech was still coming to a close. On the last syllable, he tapped the top of the bottle, spraying a blue mist that disappeared moments after it left the bottle. Placing the bottle back in to his coat, Berlioz nodded.


"Good luck." He muttered, before leaving the room, making his way back to his lab. Hopefully the last month of research wasn't lost entirely...


There was nothing lethal in the bottle. Liquefied Helium that reverts to gas upon hitting oxygen. Miles, and anyone still in the room...Well, it would be hard to take them seriously for the next few hours..

 

[Dusky]

"Ah, fuck..." The ship's voice is back again. "Houston, we have a problem." A quieter, more metallic voice says, "Humor exceeding boundaries. Multiplier lowered."


"Well. Prill, Iona, Benny, Miles, Jason, and Berloiz. I'll be needing you to gather by the escape pods in Docking Station A. I've got my heat sensory systems trained on you, and you'll get a most unpleasant zap if you aren't there in five minutes. If that doesn't do the trick - kitchen duty."


@Johnomono @Girouette

 

[welian]

Benny’s face paled slightly as she heard her name over the ship’s intercom – whatever had happened, she hadn’t done anything. She had been exceptionally well-behaved this week, and aside from spilling food on Prill’s labcoat during a moment of carefree reverie, well – what on rest-in-pieces-Earth did she do?


Her hand still clasped over her mouth (the better to avoid Cheerios’ helium spray with, the irredeemable asshole, the moment she had a jail, she was going to stick him in there), she made her way to the escape mods, her eyes narrowed with the fierce determination of a woman who was a million percent done after suffering over nine thousand levels of bullshit with these hooligans for the past three years.


"Do I get to go off-planet? Tell me I get to leave the ship. Please."

 

[Zahzi]

Berlioz gave an annoyed groan as the announcement rang through the ship- by the ship. He never understood why he was needed for these assignments. 'Medical knowledge' was the usual culprit. If they bothered to learn anything themselves, Berlioz could actually get more of his work done. The lazy sacks they were....


Berlioz made his way back to his lab, but only for a moment, returning to the corridor with a hard case the size of a child in his hand.


"This had better be worth all this time away from my work." he muttered, marching towards the Escape Pods.

 

[Girouette]

(Could you guys cross-post these posts over to the IC RPing 2?)

 

[Dusky]

@king5ter


"Kitchen duty, then," says the AI, this time emitting from Miles' AP. Unsettling, it was, that it could interrupt them whenever and wherever it felt like it. "You'll start by rinsing the fresh, warm... fertilization off of recently picked vegetation. The box is in Food Prep A. I dunno if there are gloves, I didn't check. Be there in five or I'm shocking you..."

 

[king5ter]

Miles groaned as the voice came once again from his AP and informed him of his duty. He turned the corner and made his way towards Food Prep. As he went he passed a few windows and glanced out towards the planet they were orbiting, and suddenly jealousy filled his mind. Why did they get to go? This wasn't even his fault! It was Berlioz who had messed up his voice! It was Berlioz who always threatened to experiment on people! It was Berlioz who always ran his sick little projects!


He reached Food Prep A and the doors slid open, allowing him to enter. The box sat atop the counter, and Miles looked around for a pair of gloves, but...


There were none.


Miles swore out loud and opened the box.


 
As he worked his ass off cleaning off the...mess that the plants had left behind, he stared out of the window, wondering what was going on down there. They were probably...


Wait...what were they doing? A team of scientists and a few residents of the ship, sent down to a possibly dangerous planet filled with unknown lifeforms? Hadn't a team already been sent down? Why were we supposed to go down? It wouldn't have been research, not at least until the first team had come back. So why...?


"Let me ask you a question." I said into my AP, knowing somebody was listening. "Why send a team of scientists and residents down to a possibly hostile planet before the recon teams have even made it back? What is the purpose of us being sent down? Research? It's not that, is it? Tell me, why were we being sent down there?"


(@Dusky )