Futuristic 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 ★ ✩ Sci Fi / Space Opera (Full!)

[PixelSymphony]

~(Sr.) Val'sharra Nightshroud~
~ Fight the Good Fight ~

Status:
Condition: Nominal
Wearing: Tactical Nun Habit
Carrying: Lord only knows

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As the lights died in the mechanical bay and Val's darkvision kicked in yet again, a furrow crossed her brow. To the others, she called out "You fools! Do you see now what misfortune you have brought upon this entire ship?" Sounds began to emerge from below the hatch, creeping, terrifying sounds, and the emergency lights kicking on to bathe the entire area in unholy crimson light did little to improve the atmosphere. As the thudding began to become more rhythmic, she turned and whispered, "Remain quiet and pray the spirits do not take us!" before beginning a quiet set of prayers in a tongue unrecognizable to all. Her lips continued moving in well-trained time as the human-like cries rang out, but when the hatch banged open and shut again, even her stalwart psyche was forced to take a sharp breath. Rem, that BETTER have been be a precisely placed hydraulic ram activating or else you and I are going to be having words after this!

Just then Oralious chose to begin to voice his doubts as to her ability, prompting Val to scowl. "Do not blame me for your lack of ability!" Val bit back at Oralious with, "I have been combating the worlds beyond sight for several years now, and these signs match the indications of a possession beyond the shadow of a doubt!" As he neared to continue to disparage her beliefs, she scoffed back at his own of the complicitness of the AI, stating "The realm of machine is not that of the spiritual!" To Vasily's added shot, she merely muttered "Imbecile," as her eyes glanced over at him, before turned her attention back to the larger threat. An uneasy tension passed between the two as the stared back and forth at close range, until the sudden appearance of the captain broke the exchange, drawing everyone's attention to her.

At that point the lights cut out yet again, and the captain demonstrated her particular phobia of the supernatural. Bingo, Val thought, she's ripe for some spiritual guidance. The emergency lights clanked their way back on anew, the dim red light yet again casting long shadows of all occupants along the wall as Val spoke. "Captain! The beast from beyond has been turned! I must-" A powerful hand on her high collar lifted her high up in the air with little warning, tossing her into a seat with less than gentle force as Oralious's strength came to display. Still, she'd received worse treatment in the past, and her composure remained with her as she now angrily turned to the captain who had been shuttled forcefully into a seat of her own. "CAPTAIN, this is outrageous! If I do not continue the ritual of sealing I was conducting prior, the barrier that has been keeping the beast at bay will be shattered! But despite this urgency all your crew wishes to do is attack and belittle me; surely you can not condone these unwarranted and incredibly foolhardy displays of violence!" So enraptured by her own attempts at proselytizing was she that she did not even notice Vasily's finger coming towards her face until it poked her in the cheek, resulting in a rapid turn of her head and a furious glare at the engineer. "SEE? Even as I speak they seek to harass!"

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Interactions: Huntertabbysandshark3 , jigglesworth , Ghoulina

 

[Lazaro1505]

Abelgard Müller:

The Stalwart (nervous) First mate

Log 4.... begin:

Sometime later after entering the ship


Standing at full attention while no longer having his ‘Suitcase of grave importance’ (it have his only form of equipment and weaponry)... and feeling rather, defenseless in a sense, especially when he has barely been with these people and he still doesn’t fully trust anyone yet.... even the captain, which is of a result of his natural-born paranoia of everything and everyone. Still, before he was standing within the dining area... after the small ‘tour’, which was mostly walking about through the ship until they reached this specific room right here, and while everyone else had completed their own thing, Abel was merely standing about, at full attention, and awaiting the next command from the captain.

‘Dear gods.... why is it taking far too long for the next word of command to arrive? Is our captain upset over our current actions that had occurred such as the kebab thief? Did... did I not handle things correctly.... oh great lords above... please don’t let it be what I’m thinking of.... no, it surly must be it, I mean... why do we require entering the ship instead of completing it outside. Am I about to be shamed for my lack of action?’

And as usual, his mind was racing for answers for every encounter within his mind, his mind racing jumping through conclusions within his head, having no end in sight if one could read through the stone-faced individual, which was unlikely in the matter. He could only watch in complete and neutral silence as captain Nova prepared to show a welcome message, with the A.I., or REM, messing about with Nova either on purpose or accidentally in a way... although that comment about REM watching them 24/7 is definitely something he didn’t want to hear, considering he thought he would at least have some form of privacy, but it looks like he can’t even cry to himself in his room without the machine learning out.

This might actually throw a wrench in his plans of calming down.... considering privacy to himself in order to calm down by performing exercise or talking to himself would definitely be heard by the machine, and would possibly be alerting his activity to the Captain.... or worse, the CEO of the company. Oh no... he doesn’t want to appear ‘weak’ and ‘human’ upon their eyes, for his experience of business individuals back upon his home planet (glory to it) would mean they have the resources and mindset of a sociopath.... so they would ‘definitely’ remove a weak link him if they ever find out... it was then he was brought back to attention as a sort of ‘animation’ appeared from the table, one of those ‘hologram’ things he had heard so much about, but never had a chance to see one due to the limitations of Stotakrazian (Glory to Stotakraz) technology and it still building up to ‘modern’ levels of tech. And for once, Abel could only watch in curiosity, as he began to mentally note every detail of the animation, of how it moves, how it interacts with what occurs within the small ‘movie’, of how the music changes and characters interact with one another.... beginning from a short alien of different colored skin, possibly young due to how she was presented within said animation, and used a strange form of the ‘Basic’ language of the galaxy, speaking in such a word way.

Abel would only continue to mentally note what occurs within the animation, as for once, he was actually enjoying something.... and it wasn’t anything related to Stotakraz (Glory to it and its government) in any shape or form, a small smile on his face as he continued to watch the entirety of the animation, as in his eyes, it was definitely ‘unique’ and never saw before with his two eyes. Good thing it made him think of something else instead of his constant worries... even for a little while. Time had gone past, and sadly, the animation was finished, Abel’s small (and only) grin had returned back to his neutral gaze.... as Captain Nova rose back to attention... and then, began to.... to... do something he never even imagined a captain to do. It was so, unexpected, so, rebellious, so.... cool. Yet another example that Abel wanted to be sometime later in his life, a brave and bright example of what a true captain should look like, not a nervous wreck such as him struggling to keep up with the crew.

Only returning a salute, Abelgard then yelled out in a monotone voice that should definitely belong to a loyal robot servant instead of an actual human being:

“Affirmative Captain!”

As he continued listening to what will be their first mission.... their first mission! Even after meeting for a few hours.... instead of completing training or practice to connect ones bond together so that they can work together as a unit, which was so reckless... something they shouldn’t even be doing.

‘Oh dear.... oh no... a mission, this early? I can’t even begin on saying of how bad of an idea that was... do they even know the risk of traveling with a crew that haven’t even been given basic training... especially to a place filled with outlaws and scavengers, a place without ORDER of all things! And nothing would probably change her mind.... ‘sigh’, at least I have a few hours of final prayers to myself and the wishing of luck to do.... might as well have a false hope to think of while I await my eventual death.’

The man thought to himself.... and seemingly for a while too, for when he went back to attention, it seemed that everyone was now currently missing, guess he was on his own now. Hmm, maybe exploring the Bridge would be a good idea for now... considering he may arrive there more than one time, and likely soon as well. So, without any goal in mind.... and wanting to remove any sort of worry inside his mind for the time being, he then set off towards the direction of the Bridge or at least was the direction in his head he hoped.... maybe he might need to ask for aid if he doesn’t come across it soon.

Mention:
Ghoulina​

 

[Kassandra]

#44

Interaction: Ghoulina

The rest of the trip down to the cargo bay was largely uneventful. 44 got her things with Myra, but after seeing the outside of her workspace, she wasn't as keen to simply retire to her quarters. If the state of the ship's commons was any indication, the last Weapons Specialist was sure to have left her work cut out for her. She was hoping for abandoned projects to finish or repurpose for her own designs, but a gigantic mess was just as likely. Excited to get a look inside, 44 departed from Myra after stashing her things away and practically ran back to the armory once she rounded the corner. As the automatic door slid open without the input of any credentials, and she got a look at her inherited section of the Sunshine.

All in all, it really wasn't as bad as she expected. A bit more clutter than she might've liked, but aside from the thin layer of dust blanketing the entire space, it looked like it could've been left in operation just a few days ago. Good thing her predecessor had left behind some toys to make up for the inconvenience. A sentry sat in a rudimentary little docking station, visibly out of commission. The leg (and only the leg) of what must have once been a full-body suit of an armored spacesuit laid strewn on the floor by one of the tables. And lastly, the displays on the wall were semi-stocked. A single locker build into the wall with its door ajar called to her first, and upon peering inside, 44 discovered a pristine set of sixteen pistols of unrecognizable model. They were very obviously homebrew, and the uniformity of them let her know that perhaps they were made with the intention of supplying each crewmember with some method of protecting themselves. The sagacity of this decision was lost on 44, until she tried to take the ammo out of one of them, and found that she couldn't. Warning labels on the side of the slide let her know it was electric, but instead of utilizing a charge as a firing mechanism for lead or laser, it seemed to fire electricity. A quick test-fire proved her hypothesis right, with a single nonlethal charge firing from what posed as a traditional barrel. It even possessed self-charging capabilities, though she would have to make some more intimate observations to make sure.

44 was just about to open the displays keeping the funner toys locked up when another feature of the room revealed itself. What looked like an outdated intercom system integrated into the adjacent wall had an analog display ad built-in speaker, and from it emanated a familiar voice. Rem's. Albeit muffled, 44 could tell she was addressing the captain about some situation in the supposedly haunted mech bay, which her fellow crewmates had apparently wasted no time in breaking into. It was probably nothing, but on the off-chance that something was actually posing a threat to the crew, it was up to her to make sure there was at least one friendly gun in the room. Or in 44's case, four.

The nearby hatch into the mech garage, by the time 44 reached it with four of the pistols in hand, a single armored leg, and two more guns in her pockets, was inoperable. She suspected this was Rem's doing, unless whatever was down there posed a real threat and had locked itself in with the others. Worries starting to climb, she turned her attention to the nearby map of the ship, and realized the armory was right above where she wanted to go. Too bad there weren't any vents big enough to shimmy through, though for someone in her line of work, that was hardly a permanent barrier for 44. After making a beeline back to the armory and locating a stash of thermite among all manner of other ingredients for explosives, she quickly calculated just the right amount to break through the inner hull. Whatever consequences ensued she'd have to deal with alone.

In the mech garage, the ceiling began to visibly redden with heat and bubble to the point of melting. The metal the ceiling was comprised of cooled itself as soon as it landed on the floor, fizzing as it hardened into clumps. What must've looked like a humanoid spider descended from above, its four metal arms hitting the ground first and absorbing the shock of the fall. 44 rushed back up to her feet and immediately aimed her four guns at whatever she didn't recognize, which just happened to take the form of a nun. Nevertheless, they had an intruder, and she was only certain that the captain had some combat experience. "Captain, catch," she warned, before her lower two appendages lobbed two of the shock-pistols in her direction with pinpoint accuracy, then replenished themselves with the guns in her pockets.

 

[Ghoulina]

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■ Interaction: Lazaro1505
■ Mention: Nova
■ Mood: Heckin' amused

Nobody crosses the Hangman and gets away with it forever. Ultus Trigger was on the bridge of his ship, the Hangman, a behemoth of twisted metals that looked as if it was a great blackened iron carcass with bones and spikes protruding all along it's spiny frame. It was dimly lit space, not particularly well kept with industrial looking technology jerry-rigged together and obviously pilfered off of other various ships. A handful of crew were nestled into their work stations as they floated through space. Ultus was relaxed in his seat in the center of the bridge, he was tapping away with one hand scanning through various signals as his team provided them. Angie, the massive aqua colored reptile was snoozing away at his feet, raspy little snores emitting from her narrow nostrils. A ghoulish looking crew mate quietly approached him and held out a transparent tablet with an image of the Sunshine 5 on it. "S-sir, we found it. It looks as if W.I.I. acquired the ship, b-but it's on Kronus, and a certain... person is commanding it-" Ultus snatched him by his throat and grabbed the tablet away from him, but stared into his tearful little eyes as his grip tightened.

"Don't wake baby girl! And I don't give a damn about no captain!" with a violent toss he sent the little gremlin creature onto the floor and then began examining the tablet. After a moment or two he began laughing, the electronic sound of his voice booming throughout the bridge. "I'll be boys! Looks like our old friend Udonta got herself a real pretty new ride, bet she's pleased as punch to be back with Waxion!" Ultus had a very peculiar vernacular, there was a heavy twang to it that made him sound as if he was from an old Earth western film. He continued his roars of laughter as he flipped through the crew list, but stopped when he realized there was no information about their next destination. It would be complete and utter insanity to try to attack them on Kronus, the well equipped port could vaporize them in an instant and it was no secret that Ultus and his crew were criminal outlaws of the highest degree. They wouldn't even be able to get close enough for tracking, and their scout in the field likely wouldn't be able to sneak on- and he was sure that even if they did, Udonta would recognize him and then the jig would be up. No, he could be patient, but he couldn't resist putting on the charm and reaching out anyways. "Patch me through boys, let me smooth talk the lady."


Meanwhile...


As events unfolded down below in the mechanical garage, Rem spotted the new First Mate, Abelgard Müller, approaching the bridge. This was good timing, as there had been an incoming call bouncing back and forth repeatedly for a good thirty minutes or so, and she had completely dismissed it to indulge in her greatest hobby: irritating organic lifeforms. Rem did not recognize the signal, which was usually not a good thing but the very dutiful gentleman looked as if he could handle it. Rem slid open the double doors to the bridge. "Hello, First Mate Mr. Müller. Are you heading to the bridge to prepare for take off? Perhaps you could assist, there is an incoming call that has been waiting for some time. The captain is quite occupied, but you do seem like a very capable sort. The incoming signal is unknown, but they have been trying to contact the ship for a video call for thirty two minutes- it might be a representative for our beloved employers, Waxion Industries Incorporated. If you could, press the green 'Call' button on the center console." Rem chimed helpfully, lighting up the green button to make it easier to see. She might as well let him do his work easily, as not to rouse any punishment from W.I.I. if she left it any longer.

 

[Ghoulina]

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✩ Interaction: jigglesworth Kassandra PixelSymphony
✬ Mention: Huntertabbysandshark3
★ Mood: Ready for this to be over!

This night was turning into a lot more than Nova could have even imagined. So much was happening, she had to take a moment to take stock and ground herself. Spirits were attacking the ship- this she felt was true, especially when she took her experiences from the previous two nights and them combined them with the current madness in front of her. The clanging was new, as was the heavy dragging sound, and why else would a nun be there? With obvious exorcism materials! If she wasn't there to dispel evil, the breadth of her deception was certainly impressive, and either way, Nova had already decided to see what she could do. Knight Oralious had risen the question of whether the A.I. - Rem, was behind everything. This was hard to believe, she certainly hadn't seen another A.I. in all of her travels that could pull something like this off, much less have any interest in doing so. "You think that I am doing this? It is against my prime direc-" Rem offered, but was cut off.

"Shut it Rem!" Nova roared as the lights continued to flicker and the banging down below clattered away.

Nova didn't like A.I. at all, but one thing she could attest to is that no matter how much time and work went into making them more personable, there were limits. None had ever crossed the line between intelligent machine and living breathing lifeforms that had their own desires and character that changed over time. How could an A.I. do this- and why, if not programmed to do so? W.I.I. certainly didn't deal in large metal spook houses floating through space, and even so, why was there an uncalled for nun there? Ghosts. Ghosts were certainly the answer! She breathed out slowly and patted Vasily's arm, regaining a small bit of composure as she listened to the exorcist nun speak. "Okay, here's what's goin' to happen-"

Sssssskk! Thud!

Nova jumped backwards as a slab of the ceiling melted and plopped onto the floor in front of them. She immediately reached for her firearm that as usually holstered to her leg, but realized she was in her pajamas and had left it in her room during her half asleep race to the mechanical garage. This would't be an issue though, as 44 descended from above like a spider angel wielding a whole barrage of guns. 44 tossed a couple of shock-pistols towards her and she caught them immediately and instinctively aimed them at the nun. However, she did not need two, and while she had no worry that between the four of them (especially Oralious and 44) they could handle the situation without weapons, she decided to arm the mechanic. Nova tapped the side of one of the pistols on Vasily's arm and cleared her throat. "Here- just in case. Be careful." she said quietly, her maternal side showing once again. She then nodded at 44 in thanks and stepped forward towards the nun. "Thank you, 44! That's quite an... initiative you've taken to remodel this heap." Nova had already developed a respect for 44 that a hole in the floor couldn't diminish- especially when she came with lots of beautiful, beautiful firearms.


"Now, as I was sayin'! Here's what's goin' to happen! You there, finish whatever weird ritual you're doing! If it stops this mess we can talk, but if it doesn't, I'm booting you off this ship and you can visit the holding cells on Kronus and Waxion will deal with you. Either way, we have take off soon and I don't have time for this shit, we miss our client then we'll have worse things to worry about than ghosts! Now finish this!" She gestured with her pistol and glared, shooting daggers at the young lady. It was true- they had take off fairly soon, and she had no intention of being late for their first job especially when there was a chance that the ship might not even be able to fly. In her head she was still figuring it out- if the ritual worked, she would get Vasily to see if he could work the hatch open safely, and maybe get Oralious and 44 to stay and provide backup if there truly was some kind of predatory creature below, but she doubted it. W.I.I. wasn't the best company, but it would be a first for them to leave a people eating beast on a new ship- they would have at least tried to sell it first. Nova could then take an opportunity to question their stowaway and find out her story.

 

[PixelSymphony]

~(Sr.) Val'sharra Nightshroud~
~ Behold the power of the Creator ~

Status:
Condition: Irritated
Wearing: Tactical Nun Habit
Carrying: Lord only knows

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Val'sharra nodded sagely in response to the captain's order. "Very well. I am glad to know someone on this ship is a being of reason," she said, leaning on the last word as she rose, glancing askance at Oralious even as the others trained their pistols on her. Well, this will be the first time I've ever been compelled to do a religious ceremony at gunpoint. Wait, no, there was that one mission on Cyngus 5. Ugh what a mess that ceremony was. At least the hors d'oeuvres were good.

With nary a second's delay she turned to stride towards the ritual circle, and with a practiced motion flipped her substantial tome open and snatched up the rosary inside. All right Rem, if you value our deal, follow my lead. With a deep breath, she resumed her chants, now beginning to cast a small vial of presumably holy water about. "Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis légio diabólica adjurámus te per viventem, verus creator et sanctus creator est, creator, qui sic dilexit mundum, ut qui credit in ipso non pereat sed habeat vitam aeternam, ad constituendum discessum ex humanae creaturae aeternam damnatio propinare: desine Ecclesiæ nocere, et ejus libertati laqueos." At these words, the decks began to rumble again and the lights flickered much as before. Visible strain began to show itself across the nun's brow, and the tome in her hands shook as she held onto it in a life-of-death vice-grip. But even as a small rivulet of blood begun to run from her nostril, she continued undeterred, her voice doubling in volumne. "Inventor et magister negatione generis hoste! Quem locum dare Creatori invenisti de operibus tuis; Da ut Septerra ecclesia, ecclesia sancti in manu forti et creator; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine creator, quem inferi tremunt, cui Virtutes, Potestates et Dominationes subjectæ cælum: et sint; quem Cherubim et Seraphim laudem in ore misericordiae innovate voces illa, dicéntes:" By this point, the noise filling the mechanical bay had become deafening, and the lights were flicking fast enough to strobe everyone's movements, forcing Val to emit her final commands in a shout: "Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus, Dominus Deus exercituum!" Suddenly there was a tremendous nova of light and sound that tore through the mechanical bay and washed over all present...

...and then, just as quickly, the lights returned to normal, and the crashing from below had stopped leaving everything quiet as it once was before. Val looked up from her tome, her skin now ashen pale, and quietly stammered out, "The beast... has been sealed.. for now." At which point she slowly sank to the ground exhausted as blood now streaming down her face, the very picture of sacrifice.

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Interaction: Ghoulina

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Oralious
interaction: Ghoulina PixelSymphony jigglesworth Kassandra​

Despite the reassurance from Oralious that there was no supernatural elements to this current situation. Yet Vasily had decided that the priest was clearly a ghost due to what it had previously said the Neten let out a sound that was akin to nails on a chalkboard some strange sort of annoyed sigh. “Again I heavily doubt any sort of spiritual activity is Actually present here“ Oralious smooth mechanical voice showed no hit-on annoyance or exasperation just cold monotone. And yet the priest continued to rattle on about said non-existent spirits and proceeded to insult him.. this lead to the Neten becoming very quiet for a moment. “To quote an organic saying.. you are entitled to your opinion aside from the fact that it is wrong” he said calmly, directed at the priest's outburst towards both himself and Vasily. it then began to ramble incoherently towards the captain. Something about seals and what not Vasily poking the priest in the cheek confirming that it was indeed an organic. Still, this situation had begun to annoy Oralious greatly none of them appeared to be thinking rationally. It was obvious the vessel's Intelligence was to blame, it had displayed Many characteristics similar to a SoulDrive thusly it was as much a living being as Oralious was. The Intelligence then attempted to absolve itself of any wrongdoing only for its attempt to be cut off by the Captain's short temper. Oralious had no time to react to this and his armors sensory system indicated a massive build-up of heat above them. thusly the monolithic Neten turned to face the patch of ceiling plating just before the thermite began to melt through emerging from the newly created hole was the multiple limb cyborg 44 who tossed weaponry towards the captain before rearming themselves. “hmm yes this is just a box with engines attached can’t even handle a small thermite charge to its internal plating” Oralious commented bluntly. And then in an unsurprising but VERY annoying turn of events, the captain continued the irrational line of thinking... he’d have to speak to the vessel intelligence at a later date but at this point, the Neten let out a much louder and longer nails on a chalkboard sound in sheer exasperation. “All of you shardlings...“ Oralious words changed from a translated English to a series of clicks plinks whistle and chimes noises you would hear from using crystals in various ways. ”if this priest succeeds or fails regardless I will be able to keep watch on them at all times if need be.. I do not require.....” Oralious would pause trying to find the words for what he‘d say next the concept of sleep wasn’t something present in the Neten language thusly there was nothing that really translated to it leaving him somewhat lost for words ”extended periods of inactive state“ he’d add on after a few moments the words attempting to mean Sleep though it sounded..... off and then the priest began to... do... something chanting and yelling as light began to fill the room the display would be awe-inspiring if not for the fact Oralious was about as skeptical as a rat looking directly at a mousetrap labeled "yeah this isn't a trap totally". and by the end of the whole display the only thing the priest had achieved was injuring itself. "hmm well while that was an impressive display of lights I very much doubt that functionally sealed any entity within this hold... and you now appear to be leaking fluids.." Oralious said with a blunt uninterested tone.

 

[Kassandra]

#44

Interaction: Ghoulina , PixelSymphony

44's nerves subsided entirely as Captain Udonta took point with one of the guns she'd brought. A mark of a good leader, she decided. That is, until their intruder opened her mouth again, and 44 got a better look at the situation she fell into from above. Rosary beads? Holy water? She lacked intimate knowledge of what symbology they beheld, but she knew they correlated to the nun's habit, all of which tied into one of the first religions to have a significant following in Deri. 44 had beliefs of her own and tolerated those who didn't share them, but the second the nun started speaking Latin, her patience suddenly ran dry. Unfortunately, the captain's didn't.

Patiently, she waited for the so-called exorcism to end, eventually lowering three of her guns and keeping just one trained on the intruder. Udonta wasn't going to like it if she just opened fire, non-lethal or not, so she tried her best not to start taking potshots at the nun's feet. At long last, she exhausted herself. And while 44 couldn't fully explain the light show, she was still just as steadfast in her knowledge that the entire thing was an act. Though she had to admit - the bloody nose was a fine touch.

"Right, then," she interjected, walking past the captain and standing next to the collapsed con-artist. Stowing away her weapons into her pockets (and the waistband of her pants), 44 leant over empty-handed and grabbed the stranger by the arm with cold, metallic fingers, leaving the rest of her body still limp on the floor. "We have a place to put this, Captain?"

 

[Ghoulina]

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✩ Interaction: Kassandra Huntertabbysandshark3 jigglesworth Alvaris Skryx mogy EddieTeddie
✬ Mention: n/a
★ Mood: Starting to relax but still cautious.

Well, holy crap indeed! The nun had done it! The ghastly noises and flickering lights had stopped, and the ritual seemed to have completely depleted the mysterious woman who had slid to the floor, blood all over her face. The entire scene had sent chills through Nova's entire body, the imagery was striking and definitely had an effect on her. Oralious was still protesting and obviously displeased, but the relief she felt had made it worth it. However, when the nun succumbed to her overexertion Nova's chilly disposition melted just enough for to her to lower her weapon and approach quite quickly as 44 stooped down and grabbed the girl. She knelt and lifted her chin with one hand, regarding her carefully.

"Hmm. Well, guess there's nothin' for it, I'll take her to the medbay and question her. In the meantime..." She looked over at the hatch in question, now quiet. It looked safe enough, and whatever was down below had stopped making noises. If it was a ghastly Phantom of some kind, hopefully it was gone. If it was something else? Well, they'd have answers soon enough. "How y'all feel about goin' down there? I'm sure between the three of you you'll be able to get it open. Accordin' to the ship layout it's all service passages down there and storage... You might to need crouch, big guy." She spoke calmly and offered a wry smile to Oralious, then stooped down to the nun and with a single pull on her free arm Nova hiked her up to her feet and then pulled her right onto her shoulder.

It was a discreet show of great strength she hadn't alluded to before, but the ease of the motion and her general unbothered posture hinted that the nun's weight was not cumbersome in the least. She started to head out the entrance but then turned, light pouring onto her frame in the doorway. If one looked close enough, they would notice faded string like scars underneath her many tattoos running along the entire length of her exposed arms. "I don't have to tell you that space is endless. There's a lot of weird, dangerous shit out there, and Waxion... It doesn't just deal in deliveries. So be careful, okay? Rem, do your damned job and let me know if something bad happens!" She then exited the mechanical garage and began carrying the nun to the medbay.

She had to take her up the stairs and then passed armory, garden, and the research lab on her way. Before entering the Med Bay she took a moment to look in on the team of researchers. The door slid open to the lab and she stood there with her bloody quarry, shirt on backwards, barefoot, gun in hand. She looked back and forth between all three, Aser, Rook, and Oxi with an icy gaze. "How's it goin? Anything... Weird happening?" She looked around the lab, full of zany science equipment she didn't understand or care for. "Well, nice to see you're all gettin' along, I'll leave you to it." With that she spun around in the doorway and then entered the medbay. Rem brought the lights up to reveal the very suspicious, shiny new medical area complete with two beds and complex looking area that had a full body scanner and was equipped for more serious procedures. It was clean, well lit and had an almost jarring scent of newness she hadn't smelled in many years. Nova gave it a once over, her untrusting eyes going back and forth from each side of the room. W.I.I. had never redone a whole area on any ship she had been on before, so it must have been either been missing or a complete and total wreck before she came onboard.

"Hmm. Rem, can you call the doc- actually, can you get the psych doc, Falsk I believe? They deal with head stuff, right?" She less than gracefully plopped the nun onto a free bed, threw her gun onto the opposite bed, and then brought her hands up to the woman's head, propping it up on a pillow and examining her face. The psychologist seemed like a good fit for this, not that Nova would know- but as far as she knew, psychologists could crack into somebodies mind, right? It might be good to have someone like that on hand during her pseudo interrogation. She found a towel fairly easily and dampened it with a bit of water before she began wiping the blood carefully from her face in silence, hoping that she would wake up.




✫ OOC: Feel free to rip that hatch off or blow it up etc! Down below there are winding rusty service passages, empty rooms, Val's Nook (let's leave that alone) and thennn you'll find a bright orange door with a large bar style lock slid down in front of it.

 

[Alvaris]

Rook Leviath | Researcher
Mention(s): Ghoulina (Captain) Interaction(s): mogy Skryx

Rook stared at Aser as he spoke. Something about him rubbed Rook the wrong way and she found herself frowning, but only just. “Gorgeous” was the word he chose. Rook had met and worked with plenty of men like him. A bit too big for their britches and she wasn’t keen on being talked down to, especially not from the likes of him. He barely looked old enough to walk, let alone be someone with a respectable career. “Admirable assessment, Number Two,” Rook said, her smile returning. If that was the game he wanted to play, she would play it, but better.

She moved toward the table Aser vacated. Running her hand along it, she turned to Aser and OXI. “This gig is like a dream compared to my last one.” Rook let out a soft chuckle, eying the robot before resting on the blonde. Two colleagues. Both she didn’t trust, especially the robot and she hardly felt like tolerating Number Two – at least right now. She hoped he wouldn’t always be insufferable, but Rook did have a high tolerance, at least she could front a high tolerance.

Before she spoke again, the Captain poked her head in. Her gaze jumped around the room, passing over each of them as though she was searching for something. Weird? Rook shook her head. “Shipshape in here,” Rook said before the Captain spoke again. Only now did Rook notice her disheveled appearance. The gun. Blood. Backward shirt. If she didn’t have the petrified expression Rook would have assumed the Captain had a little too much fun with someone. Those wide and wild eyes almost looked as though she’d seen a…Rook held that thought as the Captain scurried away like prey. Maybe the tough Captain from earlier was merely a façade. The thought of having another sniveling leader sent dread up her spine.

Rook returned her attention to her colleagues. “Seems like our ship might have some surprises.” She hoped nothing too crazy or destructive would make its way to the lab. Stepping away from the table she headed back to the bookcase. “I do love adventures and I have a feeling we're in store for some crazy ones.” As long as they could all be civil, things would be fine. “We should swap stories later. I’m sure retelling some terrible work experiences will help us bond,” Rook said with a short chuckle as her fingers trailed along the spines of the books.

 

[jigglesworth]

• In Character
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  Vasily's finger did in fact make contact with the nun's cheek, to which he squinted his eyes. This made the nun increasingly angry with him, though. "I was just making sure!" After a few moments, he leaned back towards Oralious, whispering. "Not a ghost, don't worry, I checked."
  
  The mechanic turned back over to listen to the captain, when a smell entered his nose. He sniffed the air, noticing the smell of burning metal, something he is all too familiar with. "Does anyone else smell burning?" At that, a scratch and loud thud sounded behind them. Vasily recoiled, doing a frighteningly quick karate hands as he prepared to fight someone, quickly turning towards the source. A large hole was burned through the floor above, and through that hole dropped their weapon's specialist, 44. Her four wicked, cybernetic arms broke her fall, and quickly found themselves pointing multiple sidearms at the nun. The Russian's eyes flicked between 44 and the exorcist as his body stayed still. He was too focused on her cybernetics to complain about her making a mess in his garage.
  
  44 tossed two guns Cap's way, who proceeded to offer one to Vasily. "Ah, yes," he relaxed a bit, caught off guard by the captain's niceness, dropping his defensive stance. "Thank you, captain." Grabbing the gun, he inspected it for a moment. The symbol on the side told him it was some kind of stun gun, though he doesn't recognize the model. Not that he's a connoisseur of stun guns, but he's been on the receiving side of enough of them to know some of the models floating around Na'achi space.
  Vasily, though, did not point the gun at the nun, deciding to keep it at his side.
  His body cringed at the noise from Oralious, which the Neten has made before, and Vasily has tried to ignore. "Why do you keep doing that? It hurts the ears." He shivered, rubbing the feeling out of his arms. "The word you're looking for is sleep, by the way, but I honestly prefer your version."
  
  With weapons now on her side, Cap snapped back into leader mode and ordered the nun to continue her ritual, otherwise she'll get thrown in whatever Kronus calls a jail. The exorcist didn't wait for her to say it twice, kicking into action immediately. Vasily stepped back, not-so-subtly placing himself behind a stack of crates in the garage, peeking out to watch the exorcism take place. The nun started chanting in a language Vasily didn't recognize, tossing around alcohol as she walked with her tome. Sound soon began filling the garage as the lights began strobing violently, so hopefully no one here is epileptic. Shouts from the nun intensified the tension in the air. Finally, a climactic burst of light and sound, causing the Russian to shield his eyes, marked the end of the exorcism. Opening his eyes back up and looking over to the nun, Vasily and the others would find her collapsed on the floor.
  
  Though the Neten was, still, entirely unconvinced of the impressive display, it didn't matter. The noise from the hatch stopped, and things were finally calming down. Vasily came out of his hiding spot, leaving his stun gun on a crate, and met up with the others just as Udonta was telling them to open up the hatch and figure out what's under. Before she left the garage, nun over her shoulder, she gave them a warning: W.I.I gets up to some weird shit, so anything can be under there. In Vasily's experience, the majority of "anything" can and will try to kill you, so this should be interesting.
  
  "Don't worry, Cap, we'll be careful."
  
  After the captain walked off, Vasily immediately began inspecting the hatch. There didn't seem to be any physical locking mechanism, telling him what he already knew. Looking on the side of the hatch, he noticed a worn out logo that barely read, after swiping away a layer of dust and zooming in with his cybernetic eyes: "Belgram." A manufacturing company with models of star ship hatches. Cheap, but reliable. The Russian rested on his knee, looking up at 44 and Oralious. He took a swig from his canteen before speaking. "If Rem cannot access the lock, then there must be something wrong with the wiring. Not surprising, considering the state of the Sunshine 5. I'm familiar with the manufacturer: Belgram. Na'achi has contracts with them for star ship components, and they use these hatches on many ship models. They don't use signal transmitters for remote access, which makes this," he knocked on it a couple times, "an oversized paper weight."
  
  "Explanation aside, what I'm saying is, we're gonna need brute force." Vasily looks over to the Neten, "If you think you can rip it off, you absolute unit, go for it. If not, I brought a high-powered laser for cutting metal that might work here, but thermite charges would be, I don't need to tell you, a lot faster," he glanced over to 44 at the last phrase. After speaking, he stood up, standing back from the hatch in case Oralious wants to try his hand at it. Vasily wouldn't be surprised if he rips it off with ease, considering the sheer size of this lad.
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  Name: Vasily Ivan Grischuk
  
  Location: Mechanical Garage, Sunshine 5; Dock 23A, Kronus
  
  Interactions: Ghoulina (Captain), Huntertabbysandshark3 (Oralious), PixelSymphony (Val), Kassandra (44)
  
  Mentions: N/A
  
  Status: Undamaged, drunk, in work mode.
  
  Equipment: N/A
  
  Font/Hex: Book Antiqua/#553982
  
  Previous Post: Here
  
  Character Sheet: Here

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Oralious
interaction: Ghoulina jigglesworth Kassandra​

”very well then captain“ Oralious nodded slightly voice as robotic as monotone as ever perhaps even more so as the Neten was still fairly annoyed by the irrationality of the situation. It was then the captain suggested the 3 of them enter the service hatches where the creature that was more than likely responsible for the apparent supernatural anomalies Would have made its lair. “Perhaps though it should not be much of a problem“ Oralious replied to the captain's suggestion that he’d need to crouch.

with the captain taking their leave Oralious turned to the others left here Vasily questions why Oralious had expressed his annoyance with the situation audibly. And has said the word he was looking for was.... actually Oralious’s had no idea what Vasily had tried to say the word held no meaning “sleep” their was nothing Oralious was capable of saying that matched that word at all. “I was simply expressing my annoyance with the situation at hand.. and that word... extended periods of inactive state, I have no way to say it” Oralious explained again repeating his long-winded replacement for what was a simple word as it seemed he was telling the truth.

Vasily then moved over to the hatch examining it before explains the situation at hand, apparently, this was a shoddy useless scrap of metal used to cover a hole even calling this a paperweight in the netens mind was an insult to paperweight because at least they served a purpose, unlike this... thing.. “very well I shall see what I can do” Oralious commented walking over to the hatch and taking a look at it the neten knew this required a more delicate hand then simple ripping this scrap chunk of its hinges lest it cause more damage to the ship. “Hmm I shall have to take a more careful approach I severely doubt the vessel would hold well if I were to simply rip this out” Oralious announced.

Raising both his armored hand into the above the hatch from the wrist joint of each enormous bulky limb emerged hundreds of tiny thin Mechanical tendrils each one tipped with a micro-tool. normally these were used for maintenance upon his own equipment and other devices neten armor limiting their dexterity this made the best workaround. The tendrils continued to extend getting into the small gaps in the hatch however their was no clear way to disconnect it from the rest of the ships hull. Thusly the tendrils retracted back into Oralious’s armor. “id suggest you stand back I shall be trying plan B” Oralious announced to the pair. The generator on Oralious back begging to buzz control rod-like devices poked slightly out as the air around the neten rippled violently telltale sign of some sort of gravity manipulator. But normally such devices were not small enough to be man-portable... this one seemed to be, however. Flicking his head towards the hatch the field rippled around it and with a violent flick up there was a sharp plink. as the speed that the hatch to ripped from it’s holding meant that they simply snapped, instead of ripping up more of the ship. Oralious would grab the hatch in one had as it floating in the air, the generator turning off moments later, leaving Oralious just holding the thing as if it was a plastic plate in his hand. “Are you sure this was not just some paper?” Oralious quipped as he tossed the hatch to the side as if it was nothing at all. “Now shall we take a look at whatever may be down there?”