2032 was a significant year in human history. It was the year that the selected 5% of the entire worlds population set off on an expedition to travel a millennia into the future. Let’s take a few steps back to give some background to the previous statement. You see Terra, by 2032 had become unsustainable for the human population and people were dying in droves as the depleted environment, lack of resources, and global wars for said resources torn the planet asunder. The writing on the wall was clear, and those in control of what remained of the United Nations decided on the unthinkable, enacting Project: Seed, an ambitious operation to transport the cream of the population into the future in the hopes that given enough time, Terra would be able to recover and heal the damages done to her during the course of human existence. A massive fleet was built from orbit in secret, with the unbelievably immense UNSC Ark as the flagship, designed to hold the 15% chosen in a state of stasis until their return to Terra. Inevitably, the secrecy of the project was soon shattered and millions rioted and died in their attempts to protest the injustice and elitism of the remaining stable governments and their attempt to abandon the “Third-Worlders”, as they were so dubbed.
Project: Seed was a gamble, based on scientific theories of time-travel, relying on the UNSC Ark, with the other elements of the fleet attached to her exterior and some docked in her interior, to attain 99.99% the speed of light in orbit around the fringes of the Sol system. It would take 5 to 6 years for the vessel to attain the speed it needed to reach, and once achieved would spend the next six months circling the system with a skeleton crew to monitor the ship’s activity. If the theory was proven true, time would slow to a crawl for those aboard, while hundreds of years would pass on Terra, with the hope that when they returned, the world would have healed. This, of course, would not turn out quite the way they anticipated…
CHAPTER 1: HOMECOMING
ACT 1: AWAKENING
There's a funny thing about cryo-sleep. Once you're under, time has no meaning and is quite possibly the closest thing to death without actually snuffing it. One moment you're lying back in the bed-like chamber, while scientist monkey about plugging X into Y and mumbling in endless techno-babble, asking you to count back to a billion, and then suddenly nothing. But of course that nothing stretches on for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, and millennia; all within the space of a second. Then nothing. You don't exist, your consciousness wanders, and you're never fully aware of your existence or lack of it depending on how you look at it. Then suddenly...you're born again...for the second time, out of the darkness.
The first thing you hear is the sounds of gears whirling and klaxons going off, although all you can see is darkness, as your eyes are useless, preventing you from seeing your environment as you awaken. Slowly but surely things transition from darkness to blurred surroundings, the shapes and sounds of people moving about and speaking in strangely distorted voices fill your mind. Then the sensation of warm hands grasping your body nearly overwhelms you, as those shadowy forms around you lift you up from your bed, sitting you down on something you can’t identify, but is most likely a chair of some sort. A face comes slowly into focus along with a bright light that comes on with a distinct ‘click’, blinding you with its intensity. “Keep focusing on the mlsfijfhajie” says a deeply distorted voice, “it’ll help your msflu adjust.”
After a few moments the face comes into focus, revealing a man wearing a doctor’s white facemask, partially obscuring his features. The world around you swims and distorts, as if looking through a bowl of swirling liquid, causing your head to feel light. You see several other people or at least you think they're people, sitting next to you in wheelchairs. The man with the doctors’ facemask addresses you all saying: “I am going to ask you all a series of questions, and I need you to answer them as best you can”, says the man. "Don't worry if you can't remember something, as that's quite common." With that, the doctor then begins his questions, asking each of you the same questions. "Do you recall your name? What is your age? Where are you now? How do you feel?" With each answer he checks off something on a data pad, sometimes nodding, sometimes making strange expressions with the facial features you can see.
"Ugh..it's uh...Mikhail...huh? Twenty...twenty three I think. Where are we? This is still the Ark right? I'm fine it's getting clearer. Hey...what's up with the armed guards?" Mikhail's head slowly sorts itself out and he starts to look concerned, "Has there been some trouble with the sleepers? Where's my stuff anyways..."
"I'm... Jacq." She frowns, rubbing her head. Jacq'lin Serr... uh... 33? No. 34 by now. I think." She focuses blearily at the voice addressing her. "I feel like I'm hungover after drinking a gallon of vodka with a dash of Dran-O."
Place. Person. Human-- She could already understand what the doctor was saying, so she listened to him with half an ear, mentally answering, while her eyes darted around the-- bay? Some things were and were not coming back to her. The things that did were promptly answered, in a precise tone. Habit, she guessed. The disorientation she focused on pushing away, grounding herself. Another habit, she guessed.
'Name?' "--Zamora.. Zaviera Esperanza Zamora."
'Age?' At that she had to frown in slight confusion as the answer did not come where there should have been one. "..Old enough?"
'Where are you now?' The answer came in segments as more of her mental processes put themselves together. "Bay. Medically associated. Organizationally controlled."
'How do you feel?' "--Capable." Which was enough of the truth, despite the lingering sense of confusion, and the inklings of what was likely to be a pretty fair headache.. She would make a mention if it got worse than she could tolerate.
While the doctor (she guessed) continued his checklist, she turned her head --and popped her neck as she did-- looking over the soldiers that stood behind each of them, and the others nearby. Interesting reception. The sounds of several others answering at once made for an interesting bit of a brain-thought-jumble as they got sorted out, pieces of recollection fluttering back with their voices.
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"Ugh..it's uh...Mikhail...huh? Twenty...twenty three I think. Where are we? This is still the Ark right? I'm fine it's getting clearer. Hey...what's up with the armed guards?" Mikhail's head slowly sorts itself out and he starts to look concerned, "Has there been some trouble with the sleepers? Where's my stuff anyways..."
The man resembling a doctor coughs uncomfortably at the mention of the armed guards, but says nothing, instead nodding favorably at your answers and marking things off his data pad. "Very good, memory seems to be pretty clear, considering..." The man looks up from his data pad and looks Mikhail in the eyes. "Actually we're aboard the UNSC Gilgamesh, the ship you all are stationed on, but we are docked with the Ark. Don't worry soldier, everything is fine. We're just conducting tests to make sure you're...adjusted. Your 'stuff' is where you left it, in your units quarters." With that he turns and addresses the other people in the room.
"I'm... Jacq." She frowns, rubbing her head. Jacq'lin Serr... uh... 33? No. 34 by now. I think." She focuses blearily at the voice addressing her. "I feel like I'm hungover after drinking a gallon of vodka with a dash of Dran-O."
The man looks clinicly at Jacquelin, nodding intently at her comments, as if conducting a survey. "Don't worry Specialist Serra, that feeling is pretty much to be expected from prolonged cryo-stasis. We're just happy to see you all seem to be alive..." The man gives an amused snort, the kind you would think a surprised teenager would give at lifting the lid off his experiments cage and finding them unexpectedly alive.
Place. Person. Human-- She could already understand what the doctor was saying, so she listened to him with half an ear, mentally answering, while her eyes darted around the-- bay? Some things were and were not coming back to her. The things that did were promptly answered, in a precise tone. Habit, she guessed. The disorientation she focused on pushing away, grounding herself. Another habit, she guessed.'Name?' "--Zamora.. Zaviera Esperanza Zamora."
'Age?' At that she had to frown in slight confusion as the answer did not come where there should have been one. "..Old enough?"
'Where are you now?' The answer came in segments as more of her mental processes put themselves together. "Bay. Medically associated. Organizationally controlled."
'How do you feel?' "--Capable." Which was enough of the truth, despite the lingering sense of confusion, and the inklings of what was likely to be a pretty fair headache.. She would make a mention if it got worse than she could tolerate.
While the doctor (she guessed) continued his checklist, she turned her head --and popped her neck as she did-- looking over the soldiers that stood behind each of them, and the others nearby. Interesting reception. The sounds of several others answering at once made for an interesting bit of a brain-thought-jumble as they got sorted out, pieces of recollection fluttering back with their voices.
After making some notes on his data pad, the "doctor" turns to Zaviera, looking intently at her as she answers his questions. Currently you're in the Cryo-stasis bay for your unit, Specialist Zamora." says the man, who nods favorably at her mention of "capable"
With that he turns towards the remaining members and awaits their responses...
Just gonna hold on for a sec while I solidify the remaining people who I'm waiting on, otherwise I'll be having Reycied come in since he's got a character all done up. Feel free to rp as much as you like, ask questions, do a dance, etc. I don't intend to keep this in limbo long.
"There a reason we shouldn't be alive?" Jacq replies to the doctor.
Whether he replies or not, she looks around to see who else is in the wheelchairs, now that her senses are clearing. She nods to Zaviera, glad to see her drinking buddy seems to be present and fairly clear headed.
"There a reason we shouldn't be alive?" Jacq replies to the doctor.
Whether he replies or not, she looks around to see who else is in the wheelchairs, now that her senses are clearing. She nods to Zaviera, glad to see her drinking buddy seems to be present and fairly clear headed.
"Well there is always the possibility of mishaps during any kind of scientific undertaking...and losses," says the doctor matter-of-factly, "but we were very sure that you and your unit would survive the process." The doctor gives Jacquelin a optimistic grin and nod, and continues writing in his data pad.
As you peer around the room, which is still hazy and over-exposed, you see what appears to be two unidentifiable people seated in wheelchairs as well. They seem to be incoherent at this point, sitting with their heads tilted to one side or the other as the doctors attempt to wake them by shining a light into their eyes.
This doctor is beginning to make Mikhail edgy, "Wait...the Ark was suppose to have like a billion people in cryosleep. How many didn't make it, civie?" The marine tries to stand if he can and address the guards, "Who's the CO around here? We need some orders."
This doctor is beginning to make Mikhail edgy, "Wait...the Ark was suppose to have like a billion people in cryosleep. How many didn't make it, civie?" The marine tries to stand if he can and address the guards, "Who's the CO around here? We need some orders."
The doctor looks slightly alarmed at Mikhail as he attempts to stand, but is unable to due to being strapped into the wheelchair. As Mikhail struggles, the nearby soldier partially raises his rifle to a ready position, but is stopped by the doctor. With one arm on the barrel of the rifle, the doctor turns towards Mikhail and says in a perfectly even tone, "Take it easy, soldier. The Ark is ok. What you're experiencing is temporary memory loss or disorientation. It's expected after a long period in cryo-stasis. You may or may not recall this, but you and the other recon units, as well as about 25% of our military will be brought out of stasis to reconnoiter the earth, while the rest remain in stasis aboard the Ark. You're currently aboard the UNSC Gilgamesh, and Commander Martin, the ships captain will be debriefing you shortly. Your immediate superior, Lt. Rolheim is being 'defrosted' as we speak. You'll most likely meet with him later."
"Huh...ah yeah. Right. Well s'there any chow around here?" he says relaxing back into the chair, keeping an eye on the guard. "How long was we out anyways?"
"Huh...ah yeah. Right. Well s'there any chow around here?" he says relaxing back into the chair, keeping an eye on the guard. "How long was we out anyways?"
The doctor goes quiet for a moment, as do all the other doctors in the room, who drop what they're doing. He coughs to clear his throat, before answering, looking directly into Mikhails eyes. "For all intensive purposes, Specialist Mikhail Manougian, it took the Ark six years to reach near light speed. We have been at 99.99% of the speed of light for around two years...so we estimate the total passage of time to be about...one thousand, four-hundred, and sixty-seven years...on Terra...as planned." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "So far, that's what we're showing."
--The doctor goes quiet for a moment, as do all the other doctors in the room, who drop what they're doing.
-- He pauses for a moment before continuing. "So far, that's what we're showing."
Something was not quite right, it seemed. When 2M tried to move, that was when she noticed the restraints, on him and herself. She tried to catch Jacq's attention, giving a frown and a tilt of her head at the doctor, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe the straps were precautions. Maybe everything was okay. If that was the case, they'd be getting orders soon. Flexing her hands, she tested her restraints, more to stretch her muscles than try to break out. No full-body stretch, but it would have to do. While she did, she looked at the doctor in front of her curiously. "So doc, what's with the nerves? Something go wrong with the others?"
--The doctor goes quiet for a moment, as do all the other doctors in the room, who drop what they're doing.
-- He pauses for a moment before continuing. "So far, that's what we're showing."Something was not quite right, it seemed. When 2M tried to move, that was when she noticed the restraints, on him and herself. She tried to catch Jacq's attention, giving a frown and a tilt of her head at the doctor, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe the straps were precautions. Maybe everything was okay. If that was the case, they'd be getting orders soon. Flexing her hands, she tested her restraints, more to stretch her muscles than try to break out. No full-body stretch, but it would have to do. While she did, she looked at the doctor in front of her curiously. "So doc, what's with the nerves? Something go wrong with the others?"
The doctor looks at Zaviera with a slightly uncomfortable look on what features you can see. "Well...it's more a precaution. We've had some...occurrences of...hmmm test subjects having bouts of mania and/or schizophrenia. The symptoms pass...most of the time, so when we 'defrost' personnel, we tend to not want to take chances. Don't be alarmed," says the doctor with a smile showing out the sides of his mask, "the guards have sedative rounds in the clips." He gives a unemotional chuckle. "We would never use live ammunition...unless it was absolutely necessary."
"Hrmm, doesn't seem too long I guess. Wonder what's left." Mikhail is eager to get the med check done and over with. Damn civies, always showing up in scrubs pokin' and prodin'. Where's my monkey at anyways? Hope he didn't suffer from any 'bouts of mania.' "Hey doc, any word if Corporal MacGregor woke up OK?"
Jacq listens, slowly trying to make sense of what she's hearing, rooting sluggishly through her mind to see if what the doc was saying was making sense, or if there was more to it.
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Jacq listens, slowly trying to make sense of what she's hearing, rooting sluggishly through her mind to see if what the doc was saying was making sense, or if there was more to it.
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"Hey doc, any word if Corporal MacGregor woke up OK?"
"Keep your pants on, Jarhead. The cold didn't do me in either."
Looking scruffy and unshaven, his dark eyes bleary, hazy and unfocused from his awakening from cryo-sleep, Alec MacGregor relaxes rather lazily against the bonds holding him down. His narrow arms seem almost emaciated.
"Merda acima de uma corda..." he blinks, mumbling the foreign words under his breath, and giving his head a cursory shake (and finding he can't do it very well). "Name...Alec Dean MacGregor...location...space. Feeling...like I just went ten rounds with George Foreman without the common decency of a mouthguard. And didn't anybody ever tell you it's impolite to ask a lady her age?" He flashes a weak, but impudent grin.
His eyes flash around the room, taking in as many details in as short an amount of time as he can.
"Hey doc, any word if Corporal MacGregor woke up OK?""Keep your pants on, Jarhead. The cold didn't do me in either."
Looking scruffy and unshaven, his dark eyes bleary, hazy and unfocused from his awakening from cryo-sleep, Alec MacGregor relaxes rather lazily against the bonds holding him down. His narrow arms seem almost emaciated.
"Merda acima de uma corda..." he blinks, mumbling the foreign words under his breath, and giving his head a cursory shake (and finding he can't do it very well). "Name...Alec Dean MacGregor...location...space. Feeling...like I just went ten rounds with George Foreman without the common decency of a mouthguard. And didn't anybody ever tell you it's impolite to ask a lady her age?" He flashes a weak, but impudent grin.
His eyes flash around the room, taking in as many details in as short an amount of time as he can.
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Giving a sigh of resignation, the doctor shakes his head as he writes on his data slate. "Oh yes, I remember you..." mumbles the doctor. "Humor is a good sign, Specialist MacGregor, no matter how misguided. With that he walks over to the next, unidentifiable person...
"You know you missed me, Lucy." Alec jibes and flashes that same tired, impudent grin, then tries to loll his head against his restraints and glance back towards the other restrained crew members. He lowers his voice to a whisper.
"My brain just barely sloughed off the gray slushee it was floating in...did any 'a you guys hear what's up with the guys toting the guns? Or why we're strapped down on these chairs?"
"Ah, there he is. Took ya bit to come around, Egghead." Mikail says relieved. "Doc says some people been mouthing off when they wake up. Better watch your tongue there Alec. Or was it so I don't get up and strangle his civie neck for keepin' me hungry..."
"Hope the Achilles is coming out of it's sleep better then we. This is a pain in the ass. No more thousand year naps never again."
Out of curiosity the Marine flexes against his bonds. These seem a little tight for just keeping us from flailing about as we wake.
Zaviera started chuckling once Alec made himself known. Chatterbox, likely to get himself and others into trouble, but if they had a mascot, he'd probably be it. She faked a groan, but looked over to him with a hard grin. "Glad t'see you're up, compadre. Seemed too quiet."
He seems to notice the two ladies waking up with them. "Hrmm, co-ed barracks too. I don't remember laying down with you girls. Maybe I should though," he says lifting an eyebrow, "This cryo-memory thingy is gonna get old quick."
"A thousand years?! Gott-Allmächtiger, I hope somebody's been maintaining her this whole time. When we went under she still had a slow timing valve in her left arm's third pressure rerouter duct. If she's been in some space-garage for the last millennium, she's probably at least a little oxidized."
Turning as best he could, he glanced over at Zaviera. When he saw who was speaking, he flashed her a wan smile.
"Good to see you up and about, soldado. You know me. Can't seem to keep m'damned trap shut with pretty girls about." He gives he hugely exaggerated, joking wink. "You can punch me for that when we're not tied down."
Mikhail's comment earned a raised eyebrow, and her hard grin turned into a quiet smirk, opening her mouth to say something that was interrupted by Alec's rant, making her smother a chuckle and roll her eyes. "Dio", she sighed, then bared her teeth a little at Alec and sweetly commented, "I'd only scare the docs if I broke 'em. You're not worth getting tranq'd over."
While you all banter, the doctor continues to check up on the last two in your unit, shining his light into their eyes and speaking to them in an attempt to get them cognisant. After a few minutes and no reaction, he shakes his head and says to you all, "These two are in pretty bad shape. We're going to need more time with them to try to get them orientated." The doctor then turns towards another doctor, you suppose, and says "Birch, get these four to the debriefing room, Commander Martin is probably throwing a fit right now." The man addressed as "Birch" only nods, motioning for two others to push each of you in your wheel chairs. The four proceed to wheel you out of the cryo-chamber, the double doors sliding open with a resigned "whoosh", and cart you out into the brightly lit hallways of the UNSC Gilgamesh.
The journey through the hallways is pretty uneventful; the ambient sounds of the ships systems hum away, and the sun-like illuminators blind you as you are wheeled past them. Nothing seems too familiar and everything seems to look the same. Every now and then snippets come flashing back to your head, and you slowly begin to remember. Flashes of your final flight up from Terra to the UNSC Gilgamesh, your quarters aboard her, and your last moments before entering cryo-sleep creep back into your memory, giving you a comforting feeling.
"You wish, Jacq mutters to Mikhail, about "the girls."
She shakes her head. "Anyway, what the doc says about cryo-madness makes sense... I think."
She shifts uncomfortably as she is unceremoniously wheeled out, but she figures trusting her legs to carry her at the moment is probably to be an unfulfilled wish, even if they did let her out of the chair.
"I don't 'member this place being so creepy."
"Oh c'mon. Cryo madness? That's just me being my normal lovable ol' self. But I'll shut up if it'll make you more comfortable." He manages to cut a grin down to a tiny smirk.
"No kiddin', Jacq. What's with the skeleton crew? This is like a boom town after all the gold's dried up." Alec purses his lips thoughtfully.
"Oh c'mon. Cryo madness? That's just me being my normal lovable ol' self. But I'll shut up if it'll make you more comfortable." He manages to cut a grin down to a tiny smirk.
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"No kiddin', Jacq. What's with the skeleton crew? This is like a boom town after all the gold's dried up." Alec purses his lips thoughtfully.
"We've been awake while you all slept", says one of the doctors or orderlies pushing Alec's chair. "Only a skeleton crew remained awake during those eight years in space. Everyone else's in sta-"
Suddenly, one of the side doors along the corridor opens abruptly, and a man wearing nothing but his skivvies comes dashing out; dog tags bouncing along his neck. He nearly falls as he turns towards your direction, skidding and slipping on what appears to be blood on his feet, leaving bloody foot prints in his wake. Screams can be heard coming from the room he exited in a hurry, and as the man rushes in your direction, you see the crazed expression on his face and flecks of spittle drooling from his mouth.
The man pushing Mikhail, who is at the front of the wheel chair convoy rushes towards the man, apparently to subdue, although you may never know, as he comes to a stop in the crazed mans arms. The two struggle to overwhelm one another...
Alec's eyes narrow, and his expression becomes uncharacteristically serious. "Charming. I think I saw a movie like this once."
"Finally, time to speak with a CO," Mikhail says as they wheel down the hall. "You are sparky, Jacquelin right?"
"You're right, empty. We must be the first waking up." Nodding as the orderly speaks.
When the man comes running down the hall he watches carefully. Noting the knife and weapon. Where did he get a scalpel from?
"Hack that guy, he's armed, careful!" He turns to the orderly behind him and barks, "Straps off, now."
Zaviera looked around the place, unable to help but feel like something was even more off as they were wheeled through the empty hall. It was not pleasant.
When the doctor's explanation was cut off by the crazed man, Zaviera was not going to waste any time waiting for the guards to remove her restraints.. So she broke them.
'Only one man to twelve. Restraints are a problem. No mobility. No weapons. Remove restraints. Get weapons.' The scrubs that she was wearing currently were unsatisfactory, but that would have to be changed later.
"He's got a gun!" shouts one of the orderlies as the three men wheeling you about run down the hall away from the man; completely panicked. As they flee, you hear what sounds like one of the men calling for security. The remaining orderly continues to struggle with the crazed man, but doesn't seem to be able to contain him for much longer. You only have moments to react...
Initiative Order
Orderlys/Doctors (20)-
Mikhail (17)- Restrained;
Alec (11)- Restrained;
Jacquelin (6)- Restrained;
Zaviera (5)-
Crazy (2)-
Mikhail is up.
"Thanks a lot! F%&#ing civie." Mikhail tries to break his bonds again.
"These scrawny-ass arms ain't no good for attracting the ladies, but let's see if I can't slip free of these straps..."
Alec loosens his fingers and begins to tug at the straps on his wrists, rocking back and forth in his chair in an attempt to pull free from his bonds.
Mikhail manages to break free of his restraints, while the more agile Alec loosens the bonds free so and slides out of the wheelchair. Unfortunately, the crazed man seems to be too caught up in the struggle with the orderly to hear Mikhails words, and continues to wrestle with the man.
Initiative Order
Orderlys/Doctors (20)-
Mikhail (17)-
Alec (11)-
Jacquelin (6)- Restrained;
Zaviera (5)-
Crazy (2)-
Jacquelin is up.
"Somebody get that gun from him!"
Following her other unit mates' suit, Jacq also tries to break herself free.
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And groans in frustration, as her clear lack of strength training shows. She continues to wriggle about; maybe she can get her wheelchair to drift back at least.
Initiative Order
Orderly(20)- Grappled
Mikhail (17)-
Alec (11)-
Jacquelin (6)- Restrained;
Zaviera (5)-
Crazy (2)- Grappled
Zaviera is up.
Zaviera's assessment of the situation had undergone a revision in the span of a few seconds as the orderlies fled, save for that one. That one was the only reason bad things had not happened to her team yet. With Mikhail out, and Alec free, that only left Jacq, who looked like she was still stuck.
It only took a moment to get herself free, and a second to get over to Jacq, glancing up at the head of the line with Mikhail and Alec while she started undoing her restraints. "C'mon girl", she teased. "Think we're going to let you sit around?"
Zaviera rushes over to the struggling Jacquelin, helping her escape the restraints with relative ease. The orderly and the man continue to struggle, but the crazed man breaks free of the orderly's grasp and proceeds to jab viciously at the mans ribs with the scalpel, who collapses in a bloody pile on the floor.
Round 2
Initiative Order
Orderly(20)- Dying
Mikhail (17)-
Alec (11)-
Jacquelin (6)-
Zaviera (5)-
Crazy (2)-
Mikhail is up.
Since this man won't be reasoned with and there's already blood on his hands Mikhail decides to take him down. "MCMAP, don't fail me now!" He shouts while moving up to cover the fallen orderly.
Mikhail reaches out to grab the man's wrist. Trying to keep the gun pointed away from him and maintain a firm grip. "Let's see you take on a real soldier."
Alec casts a glance over his shoulder, noticing that Zaviera is moments away from freeing Jacquelin. He nods once, then turns back towards the fight, dropping into a low, catlike stance.
Stalking towards the Grecco-Roman style grapple currently under way up the hall, he analyzes the crazed madman with narrowed eyes. Watches the way his muscles move, the light in his eyes, the angle of his stabs with the scalpel.
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"Mm. He flexes his fingers, preparing to leap into the fray the next chance he gets. "That's how you work. All right, then Sally. Let's dance. Put on your red shoes and dance the blues."
Mikhail bravely rushes forward to aid the bleeding orderly, dodging the poorly aimed scalpel, and grapples the crazed man. Alec carefully studies the deranged man before rushing closer.
You succeed at grappling the crazy man.
Round 2
Initiative Order
Orderly(20)- Dying
Mikhail (17)- Grappling Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Jacquelin (6)-
Zaviera (5)-
Crazyman (2)- Grappled by Mikhail;
Jacquelin is up.
Jacq gratefully grins at Zaviera. "But I was just getting comfortable."
Stands up, making sure her feet are steady. "You guys got this? I'm gonna find something for this guy," she says, nodding at the orderly bleeding all over the nice clean corridor. She runs past the grapple into the doorway of the room Crazy and Orderly came out of to find something akin to a Medikit so she can treat the Orderly.
IIRC, you usually can't stabilize a dying character without a Medikit. If that isn't the case here, then she'll just double move to the orderly and do her Treat Injury check the next turn.
Jacquelin rushes past Mikhail and the crazy man, nearly slipping on the bloody floor, and enters the cryo-room; quickly scanning the room for any medikits. What she sees is something out of a horror film. Four bodies are strewn all over the room, with obvious signs of a violent struggle, as there is blood everywhere. Two of the bodies, one a man and the other a woman, lay on the floor near their overturned wheel chairs, twitching; while next to them is a soldier in body armor, his helmet knocked off and a bullet wound can be seen in his forehead; while the fourth victim appears to be a doctor or scientist of some sort, who is slumped on the floor with his back to the wall. Near the door way that you entered, you notice a large locker and cabinet up against the wall that usually contains medical supplies.
Round 2
Initiative Order
Orderly(20)- Dying
Mikhail (17)- Grappling Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Jacquelin (6)-
Zaviera (5)-
Crazyman (2)- Grappled by Mikhail;
Zaviera is up.
Jacq's disgusted, "4 more down!" can be heard clearly from the cryo-room.
With Mikhail and Alec on the hostile, Zaviera felt pretty certain about following Jacq along to the inside doorway of the room just vacated for the moment, taking in the loss of life and evidence of violence with a sweeping glance. Though it had only been a few seconds, there were no alarms sounding off, so she worked on the assumption that there were so very few people available to handle this.
Medical assistance was not quite in her training. "Alec, disengage!", she called, intending to step in once he did. "Give Jacq a hand, we switch!"
With Mikhail and Alec on the hostile, Zaviera felt pretty certain about following Jacq along to the inside doorway of the room just vacated for the moment, taking in the loss of life and evidence of violence with a sweeping glance. Though it had only been a few seconds, there were no alarms sounding off, so she worked on the assumption that there were so very few people available to handle this.
Medical assistance was not quite in her training. "Alec, disengage!", she called, intending to step in once he did. "Give Jacq a hand, we switch!"
Inside the doorway, lower part of the 10ft entry span, on the inside of the room. Delaying until Alec disengages.. if he disengages. If he doesn't , then Zaviera will assist Jacquelin as best as she can.