Futuristic (when you wake) you're still in a dream

[sharingan]

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WHO CAN YOU TRUST? _____________________________________________

one on one with @TragicTrees. adv lit and may contain mature topics.
this roleplay is based off of the 1982 film the thing and classic sci-fi horror.
__ taking place on a ship evacuating civilization from zombie infested
earth, the pretense of safety quickly diminishes when a newer strain
of the virus finds its way on board. quick to spread, the threat of the
undead are not the only things hunting for flesh and bone. inhuman
creatures roam the halls, wearing the face of a friend. artifical
intelligence lingers in shadows, exterminating monster and man.

still, everyone seems to be in search of one thing.
for some - it's asylum, forgiveness, or revenge.
for all - it's survival.

 

[sharingan]

#whenurwholepostgetsdeletedAGAIN

1. preface
the cold expanse of space reminds him of the ocean.
it's the pitch black gloom - the gloom that hides the history of anguish and life and destruction.
it's the veil of secrecy - the veil that cries for you until you find yourself diving into the water.
it's the apple in the garden of eden - the fruit you ignore until you feel yourself swallowing the juices.
the cold expanse of space is truly a frontier .. though in all of the wrong ways. it's not a frontier of exploration or opportunity.
it's a frontier of civilization, of life, in a universe with anything but. a new home for man and the species that once lived alongside
him. a true calling, the primal instinct you can't avoid - a destiny that fulfills a niche.

keneth huang bai, proud captain of the CS alexandria, has served the ideology long enough. 10 years as a U.S. marine and 50 as the
operator of a familiar ship. it's only now that people are realizing the importance of his duty - the crew - the technology - and of course,
the vessel that shelters them. every asteroid belt they elude and every strange anomaly they avoid is only thanks to his expertise and
utmost competence. it's not easy driving a moon sized ship, yet only under the circumstance does he feel bashful.
the infection on earth killed more than half of the population. 7.753 billion lives and only 60 million left to persevere. the extreme
reduction left the world in shambles - dealing with the consequence of a godless nation. power plant failure, radiation poisoning, missile
strikes and pollution were the cherries on top. migrating the population to another planet, another galaxy, was the only option.
the earth was no longer his. it was the undeads.

strangely enough, he doesn't miss it. he doesn't miss the earth or the life he had. he doesn't miss the podium as he shook the presidents​

hand, accepting a purple heart and smiling into thousands of cameras. he doesn't miss the penthouse or the late night bar runs. he ​

doesn't miss the women (that hasn't changed) or the sunrise fishing trips. because, truth be told, everything could be simulated here.​

haung bai has never had kids, has never been in a serious marriage, and has never grown attached to family. it's a situation that he's
grateful for, and, truth be told, has always represented the emptiness space brings him. theres nothing technology can't do.

"captain?"
a voice rouses him from his thoughts, hands clasped tightly behind his back. her light tone makes him recognize her instantly. it's a younger
crew member, a relief pilot that has never been needed. the only thing she's needed for is helping him beneath his desk. (thats one thing he can
be grateful for, he supposes.) haung bai doesn't respond, doesn't need to, he glances her way and finds that she cannot look him in the eyes.
a light blush dusts her cheeks and blue eyes fixate on the floor behind him. is she really so prude? does she truly think he fantasizes, or even
thinks, about her?
"s-sir hanks wants you to know that the uss katherina is 48 hours away. still no response. do you wish to proceed off route sir?"

haung bai nods. the maintenance ship, home to roughly 1000 workers, went radio silent a month ago. orders from their destination permissed
a preservation stop to provide intelligence and fix communication systems. a 'non-emergency operation' as what he was told.
"tell him to proceed on route." he dismisses her.