The door opens with the squeal of metal grinding against metal. The area beyond the doors is packed with scientific equipment.
To try and look around to get information as hes at the door.
Rarely the most cautious of danger, especially where knowledge is concerned, Jade moves quickly into the room to get a better look at the scientific equipment, thinking that it might give her a better idea both of when the ship is from, and what its purpose might be.
[dice=Stealth (Untrained]1d20+3
[dice=Perception]1d20+7
[dice=Life Sciences]1d20+7Rarely the most cautious of danger, especially where knowledge is concerned, Jade moves quickly into the room to get a better look at the scientific equipment, thinking that it might give her a better idea both of when the ship is from, and what its purpose might be.
From the direction of what should be the bridge: "....17 days now and conditions are beginning to deteriorate on the island. We are going to keep broadcasting and hope you find our signal. I repeat, we have crash landed on Long Porcupine Island sometime in the late 21st Century. Acadia work camps are not an option. We have families aboard and do not want to pollute the timestream."
Brass is going to keep walking with the group tracing the sound of the broadcast to its origin, he’s also going to make his way to the front leading the way clearing hallway after hallway.
Vonash carefully examines the feline footprints before she follows Brass into the ship
+5 to identify normal animals
Inexplicably, Dr. John's Right Place, Wrong Time begins blaring throughout the ship coming from every speaker in every wall for about 10 seconds. After it cuts off abruptly, a voice from the bridge says, "Dammit! Right button, wrong track."
"Uh, there is something wrong here. Some of these tracks are from a large cat, but the cat seems to be walking upright. Cats don't walk upright, at least not according to everything that I've ever seen. Watch out people. However, if you see the cat PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't shoot it unless you absolutely have to. Even upright cats are just animals and I should be able to deal with it. Hopefully"
Ueda does make sure to keep with the group as they move into the ship, his pistol drawn, safety off, and finger calmly alongside the trigger guard. The sound of the broadcast, this time in person, registers without reaction. When he realizes Brass has just created the sound he heard in 1968, the android pauses for a moment, reflecting on the singularly unusual event. But there will be time for those thoughts later.
At Vonash's request, he nods. "Do remember the pistol I gave you is nonlethal in nature. Do not hesitate to defend yourself if need be."
Beyond that, he remains quiet, moving behind Brass and checking hallways moments after the other android.
Brass leads the way toward the voice coming from the bridge, checking each room as he goes and finding them empty. The ship having landed on an angle makes walking difficult.
The ship is packed with scientific gear and equipment, but you see and hear no one other than the voice coming from the bridge.
When you get there, you see a humanoid in cut-off orange shorts and a purple short-sleeved shirt. You would say a 'human,' but his green scaly skin, lack of visible ears, and lack of body hair make it hard to be certain. The man turns as he hears you stumbling up the slanted hallway.
He stammers in disbelief for a moment. "You're here! It worked. That was fast; I just sent the transmission!" He sees your weapons and says, "I'm not armed." The tiny scales cover his entire face and all of his visible limbs. His shirt is open revealing a scale covered chest but also two very humanoid nipples.
He pulls his shirt closed, apparently embarrassed, and then says, "Oh. I'm forgetful. I'm Dr. Griffin." The purple shirt's microfasteners pull it to a seamless close. It reads "DeepWell Penitentiary and Research Institute".
Brass walks in and see this humanoid person and stares, perplexed at this strange encounter. He relaxes slightly lowering his rifle only from his should to across his chest, though he isn’t a genius by any chance he understands that this is creating some weird time affects and looks at the scaly man with a unfriendly stare, how do you know we would come, and why are you crashed?
"Well, I was hoping you would come. I just sent out the distress call now" says the man. "I was hoping someone would get it. I'm Dr. Griffin ... I know, I said that ... My colleague Dr. Moreau and I were returning from our research site when that hooligan from Temporal Enforcement attacked our vehicle. I'm not sure what happened. Listen, Dr. Moreau can explain it better. May I tell him you're here?"
He points to a button under a monitor and raises what would be eyebrows if he had any body hair to accentuate the question.
Brass nods with a skeptic look in his face like someone is playing a dumb practical joke that he doesn’t understand.
Dr. Griffin presses a button. Nothing happens. He pushes the button again. The screen lights up with the word 'seeking.'
"So, I hope he's not swimming ... Anyway, when are you from? We're from 2460 and would have happily stayed there if we hadn't been attacked. His railgun must have hit our spatiotemporal discriminator because we fell out of the Shuffle here in ... What year is this? Do you know?"
The screen lights up. You see the left side of a man's face. He's walking outside with trees around him. "It worked," says Dr. Griffin.
"Well, hello! I'm Dr. Moreau. When are you from?" says the man.
Telepathically to the others
"2460? That is OUR future. Doesn't that make US temporal anomalies? This time travel stuff is confusing"
Brass starts to look at the man on the screen and nod slightly starting to finally understand the shear wackiness of what is going on.
"We are all currently anomalies," Ueda states, as though saying the group are all people, but with less controversy. "The year is currently 2078, Doctors. We originally embarked from the early 23rd century. I am Doctor Immanuel Ueda. I would be immensely interested in discussing your own time and research, although doing so would not be without its risks." He extends a hand and smiles in much the same way as when he met Jade.
An excited voice from off camera calls out "Ask him if he is THE Doctor Immanuel Ueda."
"We'd love to talk about my research," says Dr. Moreau in a friendly, chatty tone,"Perhaps tonight. Why, just now, we snagged ourselves a wild boar and were thinking of having a feast. No reason to cancel our plans just because you're here earlier than we expected. Let's stay here one evening, in the armpit of all centuries, and gaze upon the plastic strewn ocean together, thankful that the past is the past!"
Unable to stop herself, Vonash blurts out
"EAT a wild boar? Are you absolutely CRAZY? We're not here to hurt poor innocent little creatures!"
Telepathically, to the others
"Something is VERY, VERY wrong here! There shouldn't be boars on an island like this. And that Dr Moreau guy is lying through his murdering teeth. Dr Griffin feels the research is BOTH of theirs. But something is VERY, VERY, VERY wrong. Stay alert. Eat nothing. Watch out for gas. Maybe we should just kill the bastard to be sure?"
brass kind of stands there looking at the two doctors and “hears” Vonash in his head, it can’t be that dangerous she’s just a slightly crazy animal lover, I mean these guys are just more squinty nerds with PHD’s, And besides there is only one of them here and 5 of us we could take him down without much of a problem.
Brass lowers his rifle to his waist and relaxes a little bit sure staying here can’t hurt things, you said something about families on your transmission, where is everyone?
"The families?" says Dr. Griffin uncomfortably. "Well, yes, we ummm..."
He pauses looking obviously flustered.
“Friends,” Dr. Moreau says loudly, “let me ask you something.”
Moreau turns. The video display shows only the right side of his face now. While the left side was handsome and human, the right is animalistic with patches of fur in places humans don't usually have hair. He grins sideways with a slightly wolfish or doglike grin.
“… If you saw a bear charging out of that briar patch, you’d get out of its way, right? And, you might even be happy when the bear went bear-ralling by… hehe barrelling by hehe… But, what you have to ask yourself, friend, is what’s the bear running from?”
Well Dr. Moreau is saying this, Dr. Griffin removes his "Deepwell Penitentiary and Research Institute" shirt, the microfasteners releasing as smoothly as they connected. He then begins to slide off his shorts.
Brass sees the man’s face turn and begins to look puzzled and seeing the man start to undress and the sinister speech coming from the monitor brass, starts to ready his rifle seeing danger.
"He is crazy!!"
Even against a boar eating mad scientist with unbearable puns, Vonash is loathe to actually use violence.
So she, instead, tries to daze Dr Moreau
Will save, DC 13, or be dazed (assuming, of course, that he is a humanoid creature of CR or less (either or both of which may not be true :-()
"He is crazy!!"
Even against a boar eating mad scientist with unbearable puns, Vonash is loathe to actually use violence.
So she, instead, tries to daze Dr Moreau
Will save, DC 13, or be dazed (assuming, of course, that he is a humanoid creature of CR or less (either or both of which may not be true :-()
Ueda had been happy enough listening to Doctor Moreau, and curious--and, he admits to himself, more than a little content--to hear the man imply some degree of fame. Vonash's telepathic communication is worrisome, though, and the android trusts her judgment. So when Moreau reveals his own animalistic face, seems to threaten the group with an impending bear attack, and Doctor Griffin begins stripping... Ueda calmly steps back to make a little room and levels his pistol at the scale-covered man. "Doctor Griffin, would you please explain the situation before my colleagues and I are forced to act?"
As if trying to answer Immanuel's question, Dr. Griffin says, "Honestly, I thought it would take you longer. I wasn't ready."
brass moved to put space between him and Dr. Griffin while also ensuring no one is in the way of his shot. he speaks to the man, oh don’t worry we’re gonna act now.
Dr. Griffin winces as the shot passes over his shoulder, drops his shorts, and then blends into his surroundings in a chameleon-like display of color regulation.
Ueda doesn't hesitate once it's apparent Dr. Griffin isn't cooperating. His sudden chameleon-shift is surprising, but Ueda keeps his eyes grimly focused on the man. The color of those eyes shifts as well, from their usual bright aqua to a burning vermilion.
Immanuel's shot misses as well, only because it's harder to track him now that he is blending with his environment..
Moreau says, "Computer: Protocol 'Dionaea muscipula'."
Brass listens to the Dr on the computer speak and smears, he always liked watching eggheads realize they couldn’t think they’re way out of a gunshot.
And yes, if daze cannot be thrown through a communicator (totally reasonable albeit a little unclear) I'd be throwing daze on Dr Griffin
Vonash then tries to shoot Dr Griffin with her brand new gun
Double miss :-)/.Yay me.
Ueda frowns as his first shot misses, and he attempts to adjust his aim before firing again.
"Dionaea musc...? Moreau, you bastard!" shouts Dr. Griffin.
Brass fires a bullet into the invisible man, who is now leaking color into the air as he tries to make his way across the room to the door to the bridge, which is beginning to slide shut. His blood exits his wound in a rainbow hue, but turns red as it splatters to the floor of the bridge.
Dr. Moreau, bestial side toward the camera still, continues his monologue on the large video display: "You're right to wonder what the bear is running from. Because whatever comes out of that briar patch next is the biggest-baddest and you should be running too...."
Brass seeing Griffin run, notes that smart people usually run for a reason, and makes a break for the closest door double moving to get out and try and slip past the closing door.
Vonash tries to slip through the door
"That was too close!! But I made it at least"
Remembering what Vonash said about watching out for gas, Jade leaps for the door instead of trying to stop Dr. Griffin from doing the same.
Seeing the others making for the door, Ueda does the same, his eyes and gun still trained on Griffin, at least as best as they can.
As the door slides shut, it traps Griffin and Jade in the room.
Those on the other side of the door can still hear Moreau's voice, “Where are you going? … Guys? … I had a whole speech prepared. I’ve been working on it all morning and this is really inconsiderate.”
Multiple security locks click into space enacting the kind of safety protocol that protects ship bridge's from hijackers. The bridge is now shut off from the rest of the ship rather completely. Jade and Griffin are trapped on the bridge.
Moreau's voice is even more muffled, "Scary android person? Do you want to hear my speech?"
Brass after getting out looks around, and takes stock of who is out of the room, seeing jade not with the group he contacts her with his comm unit, “are you ok? What’s happening in there?”
"If we listen to your speech, will you let Jade go?"
Through the door Vonash hears Moreau answer "Um ... No."
She can also hear what sounds like Jade and Griffin fighting.
Brass is going to start to run around the ship looking for possible alternate ways in or a control panel.
There is a touch panel near the door that looks like it takes a code. Removing the touch panel and then disabling the door lock would be one way of opening the door.
He’s going to try to pry off the panel using the stock of his rifle,
If there is any kind of window into the control room Vonash would look through it.
Can she communicate telepathically through a door? If she can, she'll try and communicate with BOTH Dr Griffin and Jade and try and figure out what is going on
She could just use a communicator I suppose :-).
In either case
"Jade, are you ok? Dr Griffin, if you hurt Jade we WILL hurt you. Stand down. There is no reason to fight"
If allowed
4 lower if I have to use intimidate instead (assuming I CAN communicate at all, of course)