yeah I can travel. I'm right next door next to cryopods whatever floor that is on. But with the recent power outage whoever or whatever was in the cryopods might not be to friendly.
Clara really didn't want to go anywhere because here was mostly safe but the other guy was injured so...Clara sighed.
I'm generally pretty good at fixing things so if you get a map you could also lead both of us to you xander. Then i can at least be of some use
"Get me to fix you then be broken even further... Tease!" Xander sighs and scratches his head softly before glancing out towards the door.
"F+#~ing guess I have to go back to that generator eventually. Fine!" Grabbing his gear, he left the room and began to float towards the area with the generators.
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[Generator]CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC[Table Room]CCCCC[Damaged Corridor]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX[Pod Room]XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Clara was rather confused now. One nexus was telling her he hadn't moved and another saying he was beyond the door to where the beach was. At this point she really didn't know which one was the real one.
"Not gonna happen Clara. I am stuck in three rooms here and a corridor. Looks like my way off of my level lies either through a torn up hole in a floor, or through a Space-breached corridor. I'll have to come to you!" Xander sighed, before floating down the corridor and in to the Generator Room. He floated to the back of the room, pushing his way along effortlessly, before pulling up short, beside the damaged generator. He slid the radio back in to its pouch, before pulling out his tools again.
"Okay baby... Speak to me!"
Marco heads to deck 4 where the helm and engineering rooms are. And turns back on the radio. "Hello? Are any of you still alive? This is Marco."
for now.
Marco Heard the voice of Clara and sighed slightly. It was nice to hear another human again...But then Marco remembered the creature imitating another persons voice. Honestly all the people he had been talking to could be those things. It's not like he has seen any of them. Then again the way they communicated with each other and were so cautious of one another and him, made him rethink things. If they were those pale abominations, then they would have tried to lure him to them or been quick to say their locations...Marco decided to trust the ones on the radio...Unless they gave him doubt. He then wondered what happened to the doc and hoped she was ok.
round 3
As the space suit went to flame her again she slid under the ATV,
that was to close this time she went for the kill, coming out the side s$!@ hit the man in the suit with a sonic blast at his jet pack.
There was a sudden explosion of flames in the chamber.
The man in the suit explodes suddenly as two sets of flame, one a normal orange, the other a chemical green ignite in unison as their containers are ripped to shreds and the chemicals exposed to air.
Marco! You're alive??? You've been gone quite some time... I feared the worst. Say- you still have access to that map that told you where I was earlier? We are trying to rendevous somewhere, but are having difficulty deciding who should go where.
And how to get there, if you can
Xander gripped the screwdriver between his teeth and reached down, turning down the radio till it was barely audible, before continuing with his work. He wanted to give the task of repairing the Generator his full attention, to get it done this time.
Ducks behind the ATV as the suit gos up, one the flash of the explodon had past, she looks for a fire extinguisher to put out what was left.
Then she started to look around for clothing and weapons, also any escape pods or flying vehicles.
"Nexus? Yeah I am alright ran into a snag but nothing I couldn't handle. Anyway I don't have direct access to a map a little but most I could do is tell what deck your on and stations that are on it. I can't tell you how to get to the stations though. for the most part. Currently I am on an elevator to the 4th deck. I managed to get the engine going and am now heading to the helm. Maybe I can pull us far enough out of the planets gravitational pull where we won't crash and die. Well at least not crash."
You said earlier I was on top deck- does that mean you are heading my way?
"I think so."
"See if you can get yourself to the helm."
Calista hurriedly ran about the room checking for something to help her put out the fire. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for. It seemed in one of the corners of the room, the man in the suit, whoever he was, had apparently been staying here for a while now. For she found a fair sized stash of equipment hidden behind a double layer of barrels laying about in an almost fort like box:
Several space blankets set up in a small cot area.
There were a few weeks worth of military grade ration kits, and some utensils in one corner, along with 4 canteens of water.
A 9-mm pistol with 2 spare clips, and a military grade 12-gauge assault shotgun, with a steel box of ammunition laid in easy reach of the entrance. He had apparently been ready for defense if anything should have come.
She also recognized 2 canisters that were probably fuel refills for the flame thrower he had been using.
There was no armor immediately within the area, but she could see around the room were more of those environmental hazard suits.
More importantly she found not one, but two fire extinguishers.
Glancing around the room, there were no obvious escape pods or flying vehicles ready for use. Although she would probably have to give the room a better look just to be sure.
Marco rode the elevator up to the second floor. It was a surprisingly pleasant ride compared to what he had just gone through. Although now that the adrenaline was wearing off, his wounds were starting to catch up with him.
Pain was shooting through the area that the Impersonator had sliced him, and even the little nicks where it had only grazed him were starting to hurt.
The elevator suddenly stopped and then jarred to the side. It seemed the elevator didn't just travel in a straight line as it took him towards the helm.
Xander listened to the others chat back and forth, it seemed at least for the moment, things had finally calmed down. The group sounded hurt, bruised, and mentally battered, but they were alive.
It was right about that time, Xander finally finished his work on the second generator as it suddenly roared to life.
Lights seemed to flare with more light as the generator kicked on and things felt like they might just work out after all.
Marco seethed in pain. And held the spot the creature had got him. He was thinking about how nice it would be to get fixed up, take a shower and sleep in a real. Things Marco never fantasized about But...
Clara sat in the darkened rec room talking to the others on her radio, a moment later, the now familiar smooth female voice announced:
Once again the area she was in was bathed in the red glow of emergency power and the door functions came back online.
She would be able to leave here finally and find the others, or maybe they would come find her.
Nexus looked back and forth at the four directions he could go, and considered his options.
If he headed back into the shower room there was the room with the plants he had seen, but he didn't think that was the right way to go to get to the helm.
The maintenance hatch in front of him might very well lead him to Clara, since he didn't know a better way to get to her. He was still hurt pretty badly from the crazed woman from the showers and he still didn't know what exactly had happened there.
But then there was Marco, who was supposedly coming his way. He was supposed to meet him at the helm, he didn't know which way to go to get there though. Right or left? They both led somewhere...
He supposed that everyone did know his location, so he could just stay here and wait for one them to eventually show up. Xander was working on getting them some more power from the generator after all.
So many options, so many choices. It was like a free turn on a chess board after the mid game moves had been played out. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew if he chose too poorly it could cost him the game. The clock was ticking...
Xander grins, floating away from the generator and glancing around, before the smile slips off of his face. "S%++... Now I have to go down the hole..." He sighed before pulling the radio from his belt and hitting the button.
"Generator is fixed and running. But now I need to find a way out of here!"
Locks down the room, looks for clothing and belts on the A 9-mm pistol with 2 spare clips. She then looks over the ATV, putting all the good stuff in it and seeing if its lockable from the inside. She gives the room a really good look over. When done she heads to the control panel.
Calista searched the far corners of the room thoroughly. The ATV was indeed unlocked and she quickly found that she could lock the hatch from the inside if she chose to do so.
There had been others who had come through at some point, for she found the charred remains of at least a dozen crew members strewn about. Most of whatever equipment they had on them, had either been melted or already collected by the man in the suit.
The observation and control office however, revealed a mess of an area. Discarded food and miscellaneous devices and papers were strewn all over the place. It appeared as though somebody had been rifling through the area to try and find something. There was no real sign of struggle happening hear due to the lack of blood or the like. In the back corner of the room a small set of lockers were visible. Someone's station uniform had been left behind. Better yet though, was an undercover vest. A light suit of armor meant to be worn under clothing.
It wasn't all out tactical gear, but somebody wanted people to be ready for trouble just in case.
kits her self out in Armour and guns, then collects all the papers and takes the lot to the ATV locking herself in she starts reading the paper work, looking at the info. Her mind is focused, it was becoming clear that something was taking over the minds of the crew on this ship. Drugs? Psi or alien had to tell but something was. The nut in here, the dead all around, and the blind nut on the TV. But she had seen the eyes looking at her, some kind of group mind seeking other minds. She started to read.
The elevator came to sudden stop and the doors opened up. Directly outside there was a hallway. On the wall opposite Marco, there was a nameplate:
<-- Helm
To his right, the hallway continued to another set of doors. There was no indicator where that led however.
Nexus leaned back against yet another shower wall.
I really f!~&ing hate this ship.
It was either he had no options, or too many. One forced move, or multiple moves with unknown consequences. When he could strategize everyone was silent, and when everyone spoke it revealed that the strategy no longer mattered.
What was worse was that despite him having his wits about him, there was truly nothing he could do. He could find Carla, but if he found trouble along the way he would surely die without a real weapon.
He could find Marco, but risking running into another event came that way, too.
He had no idea where the hell Xander was, though it seemed like his capability for violence was greater than the rest of theirs individually.
So do I go for the rook (Marco), the Bishop (Carla), or the Queen(Xander)? Ugh. Wait a second...
Nexus eyes grew wide with excitement- he finally had a strategy that might just work this time. One that was better than praying someone could switch the gravity on and off again when he was in the middle of mortal kombat.
Hey Marco- am I too assume the helm is on my level? Do you remember?
And Xander, you are 100% trapped, you aren't able to go anywhere at all? That sounds like that is your situation.
"Yes." Marco responded briskly as he began walking stealthy through the doors toward the helm.
Well, I have an idea.... But I don't think you are going to like it.
Xander sighed, floating around the room and collecting the last of the equipment he could find.
Xander floated over to the hole and stared down in to the rent in the floor. He blessed himself, before beginning to pull himself down in to the torn out area.
"We will see about that!" He sent through the radio, before turning it down to a barely audible level again.
Marco stared at the radio with one eyebrow raised as if unsure what to make of it. Go on Nexus... Marco said cautiously.
Since I have no idea what direction to go, and you have a somewhat rough sketch of everything in your head....
I'm going to shout your name as loud as possible, and you tell me if you hear it or not. This entire craft is metal, meaning that it will echo. However- YOU will be able to tell me what side and direction of a tunnel it came from, giving you a clue where I am, and myself on how to get to you.
Nexus fidgeted with the radio- he really didn't like this plan, but regardless of how he moved he was going to be bait.
He figured he might as well increase the chances of finding someone along side his chances of getting attacked again.
Marco hesitated. Then said " Let's do it."
Shall I try to make my way up to the Helm as well then?
The more the merrier. Marco said dryly.
Clara breathed deep. She walked over to the door, stood to the side of it and opened it..
Clara breathed deep. She walked over to the door, stood to the side of it and opened it..
*Screen goes black* episode ends. Credits roll
Nexus turned in the direction of each of the door ways that he had the option of travelling down, and with a minute in between each one, yelled as loud as he could
As Xander floated into the torn ventilation shaft he heard something strange, to his right at the end of the 60 foot hall there was a ladder leading up and it sounded like air was being sucked upward. A moment later, he heard an echoing voice from that direction.
It sounded like Nexus yelling.
Frowning, Xander began to follow the voice. He reached down and turned on his radio, before hitting the broadcast button. "Polo! I f+%$ing heard that. Are you shouting? Why are you shouting Nex?"
Marco got to the helm of the ship. The control panel for the door was smashed in with an axe. Wires were strewn about but surprisingly crackled with sparks. It would probably take some time to fix.