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Post by Roara on Sept 23, 2008 16:43:15 GMT -5
The Janitor kicked the chair over and stepped away from the small huddled mass.
"Ouch." He spat out, quickly pressing a hand to his shoulder, where the cloth was shredded aside, where some scarlet blood was seeping through. He backed into a corner, and picked up a cup of coke a cola, sipping on it with his free hand.
He left the dining hall and strolled through the halls until he reached his quarters, where he changed out his shirt, and quickly showered. From there he headed back out and passed by Malcom's room, and placed a stick note on the door frame.
"Explanation please?" Is all it read, signed in his neat and trademarked handwriting. He then arrived at the repair bay, where the once flaming small personnel transport was nearly fixed, his crew somehow cleaning up the mess rather quickly.
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 23, 2008 18:02:04 GMT -5
"I know what my job is," Matilda stated with a voice that could freeze water over, adjusting the glasses on her nose as she continued "and it includes taking care of everyone, not just one individual. I'm not asking that she be imprisoned. I just don't want someone who is currently so unstable loose on this ship, or any ship for that matter. Whatever is ailing her isn't simple, and it won't be easy to treat. My abilities only pertain to minor injuries, not mental illnesses, breakdowns, or massive emotional scars, whether external or internal. I'm a doctor, and I do what I can do, but her condition concerns me as much as anyone else. Its just that I accept that I am powerless against whatever it is that has happened or been done to her."
Sighing, she started to note the obvious, that they were in a kitchen with lots of sharp or hard objects that could be used to attack someone with, but decided against it. "I know of your concerns, but I'm not certified to take care of those with difficult pasts or possible personality disorders. There are psychiatrist for those kinds of people."
Truth be told, blood made her sick to her stomach, but thankfully she had a strong one or she'd never had made it through med school. Still, it didn't help that she had to see it often, which was probably a part of why she took everything so seriously; if she let her guard down, she could easily purge all over a patient, something that wouldn't be good at all. With her last statements stated, she left the dining room for her own a few minutes after Edgar, not feeling that hungry anymore; she heard the morbid prediction on her way out but deciding to ignore the girl, something that would come back to haunt her further down the road...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 24, 2008 0:06:02 GMT -5
Edgar was sitting on a bench in the gym room, looking out into space through the large window. His stomach was churning, something was wrong, his instincts were screaming, but he couldn't place it. Whenever he needed to release stress or frustration, he lifted weights. So thats what he did, he began lifting weights in a fury...
Malcolm was a bit lost when Tamara wanted him to stay and her brother to leave. He didn't know what anything meant, nor how to handle it. He never was any good around women, and he sort of wished that Edgar was around to tell him what to do next. He almost wanted to laugh at how helpless he was. He finally spoke, smiling at her.
"Don't worry about it. Most people on this ship are here to help..."
Malcolm sat down next to her as she said what she said about the Furion.
"Don't say stuff like that!" He almost scolded, a bit in shock that she would say something like that. He instantly apologized, "I'm sorry." The thought of the ship going down bothered him, it was the same way his parents died, if either him or his brother died, or both, they'd be broken, or the family would be gone. It tormented him...
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 24, 2008 1:08:59 GMT -5
Tamarra smiled as he sat down she looked deeply in his eyes. Reading his thoughts after a while she spoke softly."Your nervous around me. Unsure what do or what to say, dont be. There is no need to be." She smiled her brown eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed which wasnt normal for her. Tamarra crawled closer to him and still looking in his eyes. "If i said I liked would turn away, if i said I loved you would run away. Your would say the same, would tell me you loved me. If this was our last moment together what would you say, what would you do." She then crawled back into her little corner of the bed against the wall her black hair cover her face like a curtain concealing her feelings.
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 24, 2008 1:22:52 GMT -5
Malcolm was even more confused than he was before, she was speaking in riddles, but he thought he understood what she meant.
Here goes nothing... he thought
Malcolm leaned forward and brushed the hair from her face, moving forward to kiss her....
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Edgar felt the ship lunge as he was lifting, and instantly he tossed the weight aside.
"Something's wrong..." He said, looking around. He walked over to the com-link on the wall and radioed down to the engine room
"Hey, whats going on down there!?"
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 24, 2008 1:53:36 GMT -5
Tamarra was shocked but kissed him back. She held the kiss for a while then pulled away as she felt the ships sudden jolt." "Sorry if I can fused you. You shouldnt be so nervous around girls though Mal...your a very attractive young man and a..." she stopped her self. Her cheeks were a bright red "its late..." The ship jolted again. "It's time." She said sadly Tamarra looked at him "if this is our last few minutes together I wish to say this. Thank you, you are a good soul. I.... Love...you. I know such three words as that are strong. But there true." She leaned in and kissed him again knowing that he was one of the ones that was going to die in the crash. As she kissed him tears fall from her eyes.
Malcolm was her only friend on the ship, other then her brother. She found him to be the only other one to calm her down when she had her outbursts and attacks. Tamarra flung her arms around him tightly as they kissed for the second time. She wished what she had seen wasnt true but it was.
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Post by Roara on Sept 24, 2008 8:01:53 GMT -5
The Janitor radio'ed back.
"Everything in here seems to be fine, well until that, there were no readings of over heat, or problems sir!" He scrambled to check the schematics of the engine to see if anything really had caused the lurch.
"Whatever that was, the engine didn't do it!"
(sorry for short post gotta go to school)
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 24, 2008 10:48:51 GMT -5
Andrew left the room only to see the back of the less than friendly doctor heading to either the infirmary or her room. He felt bad about shouting at her now that he had calmed down. He ran ahead to catch up to her and called out to her, "Hey Doc!" He came closer to her and had almost stopped when the jolt came.
"Whoa!"
Andrew lost his footing and 'tackled' the doctor into the walkway wall that turned a few feet behind her and then to the floor. He got up off the obviously startled Matilda and extended his hand apoligizing, "Sorry, I just came to apologize to you for my rudeness before. Are you alright?"
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Captain Wiley had just settled down in the chair when he saw a spark travel across the windshield through the stretched out space in front of him. "Oh sh**!", he exclaimed as the jolt was felt throughout the ship. What followed was a flurry of activity as he checked every system and at the same time taking out the ship off the autopilot.
He had an idea what this could have been but he wished it wasn't so. These magnetic storms were pretty much charted out and their movements fed directly off any nearby satellites into every ship that passed. A grim expression spread across his face as he realized that he was right in guessing that they had just passed through one that seemed to have been missed out or recently formed.
The worse part was that the systems didn't shut down which would not have been as bad as what did happen with these storms. Everything kept working fine expect of course the communication system which got fried because of the magnetic feedback. The problem was all the control depended on these another internal communication system within the ship that made changing anything impossible.
He switched on the intercomm which was not connected to the communications system, thankfully since the Furion hadn't been updated with the latest hardware when they had last docked. "This is the Captain speaking. I wish I could tell you everything was fine but we have passed two what seemed like a Beta-5 class Magentic Fall. Lets hope we dont..."
He got interrupted with another, more violent jerk which shook him in his seat even though he had seatbelt secured. "Well, we are out of hyperdrive... and heading for a planet..." There was long pause as he searched the computer for an identification that came up 'unknown'. "... uh, seems we get to explore a different unexplored planet than we intended to check out on this mission. Hang on... tight!"
He grabbed the stick with his hand knowing fully well that it was not going to respond. He suddenly got an idea pulled a mechanical lever just as the vibrations that came with entering an atmosphere. The ship, with another jerk that stretched his seat belt out to its limit, did a violent turn and stabilized on its trajectory putting it in a somewhat slight nosedive. He watched helplessly at the greenery that was racing up towards the cockpit and reached back with a hand and manually shut the blast doors behind him. That should protect the compartments behind him from any damage.
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With a loud dragging sound, knocking down some massive trees, the ship finally hit the ground, the cockpit out of shape and mangled. The wings were next to go after hitting the massive trunks of the trees on the sides leaving a box full of people being tossed around that came to a halt surrounded by dense undergrowth, the cockpit hitting a tree it didn't have the speed to knock over.
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 24, 2008 11:31:33 GMT -5
Tamarra felt the jolt again she didnt let go Malcolm. She began to sing a lullaby to keep her self calm as tears fell from her eyes. As ship hit trees and skidded across the planet objects in the room fell. When she finished her song she reapeted what she had said before about the crash."The Fruion's end will come soon and will be a bloody tragic end. Loved ones will die some will live. Minimal survivors from the ship. Those who have things to say should say them now before their lives come to a tragic and bloody end. So I must say this before the end; You are a good soul and My heart is yours to keep even in death. My dearest Mal you have my heart." She didnt want what was happening to happen she had seen many deaths in her life most them very graphic and traumatic.
the lullaby
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 24, 2008 15:39:52 GMT -5
"Its alright," she said, taking the hand to regain her balance momentarily "but now doesn't seem to be exactly the best time. What the hell is-!" Matilda never finished her sentence as she was suddenly forced to keep her balance as the ship went what was apparently completely out of control; she managed to do so until the abrupt impact with solid, unmoving earth, to which she was instantly sent to the floor, hitting her head hard on the panel below. Consciousness waned around her as she tried to stay awake, but it was all in vain; with one last small groan, she was out. And in all actuality, it was that that spared her life; a live electrical conduit that had broken loose above where she'd been standing, having been disconnected by the abrupt stop, fell, hovering and sparking just inches from her face...
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Post by Roara on Sept 24, 2008 16:57:22 GMT -5
"All hands secure all large and small tools!" The Janitor barked over the maintenance intercom at all engineering staff. They all buzzed around like ants locking up storages, sealing down large drive tools, securely fastening ships to the floor or hanger.
A second rocking sent him stumbling. Out of his window he could see the stars and the black of space.
"Looks like we are out of hyperdrive..."
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 24, 2008 17:18:33 GMT -5
Edgar braced himself as the ship lurched and he saw it heading right for the trees below. He closed his eyes, knowing this could be his final moment alive...
He woke up in the grass, the smoldering wreckage behind him starting to really flame up. It seemed as if everyone was still trapped inside. The smoke billowing from the wreck would no doubt knock most of those inside out if the flames didn't kill them. Edgar got to his feet slowly, cut up from apparently flying through the window, but somehow okay. He was beat up a bit, but he felt no broken bones. He quickly turned around and threw his gun to the ground. He had to get people out of there. He quickly made his way back into the ship, the corridors beaten and covered in flames. Nearly having to pull himself through the wreckage he found was was the dormitory. Lying on the floor in the hall were Malcolm and Tamara. From the looks of things, Malcolm had protected her from the crash and his body had taken most of the impact and damage from falling parts of the ship.
Edgar quickly raised his brother over his right shoulder and picked up Tamara over his left arm, getting them from the ship as quickly as he could. Once they were safely laid in the grass, he made his way back inside, looking for more survivors. He passed numerous dead bodies of fellow workers on the ship, some mutilated, some completely burned to a charred mess. As he made his way further down the halls he found Matilda and Andrew, both in the hallway nearly being engulfed by the flame. Matilda, unfortunately, was underneath live wire, which cackled and roared over top of her. He had little choice, and slowly dragged her back to him by her foot. Once she was clear of the wire, he lifted her up. Once she was clear, Andrew was far enough away from the wire he could reach them. Heading out the way he came, He made his way back to the spot where he had laid the others and set Matilda and Andrew down as well. Coughing a bit, he looked around, It seemed they were all unconscious as well. Perhaps his physical training allowed him to stay awake during the ordeal, or maybe he was just lucky...
Nonetheless, he had to find if there was anyone else alive. He ran around the front of the ship, which was completely demolished, there was no hope for anyone who was near the cockpit. The commander was undoubtedly dead. Edgar quickly looked around and found a big tear through the hull that led to what looked like the hallway to the engine room. However, he couldn't get near it because of the burst of flames, ajnyone left inside would be on his own...
Beaten, bruised, and scorched from the rescue attempts, Edgar laid the Janitor down next to the others and quickly went to checking on them. A few cuts and bruises, some burns, but nothing major. It seemed Andrew and the Doctor made it out the best. Tamara had a few scrapes, nothing major. But Malcolm... He was charred black, cuts and tears through his skin from falling debris. Edgar rushed to his brother's side, sliding to the ground, and he started coming to.
"Stay with me, Big brother!" Edgar yelled, trying to stop the extreme bleeding. He was doing whatever he could, but in the end he knew it would be futile. But he refused to give up. Malcolm smiled.
"Looks like... I'm... Gonna... Go see... Mom and dad..." He gurgled out, choking on his own blood. Edgar shook his brother, tears coming to his eyes, screaming out at him,
"Dammit, you little squirt, focus! STAY WITH ME! MALC!" He yelled, Malcolm's eyes rolling back in his head, his body going limp, "You..." He howled, weeping openly, "Can't go..."
Edgar did everything he could, covered in his brother's blood. But, in the end, Malcolm died while Edgar pounded on his chest, cursing him for giving up. Edgar dropped his head, laying his forehead on his brother's chest, shaking in tears.
"You're all I got left..." Edgar whispered out in a whimper.
Malcolm lay still, all life had left him. Edgar leaned back, bloodied with his own, and his brother's blood. Edgar laid his brother's hands across his chest and pushed his eyes shut. His tears slowly coming to a stop, he knew he had to come to terms with what had happened. The commander was no doubt dead, and as far as he knew he was the only one with any survival training in this group. He felt that he had to stay strong for the rest of them, but he was broken. His only family he had left had just died in his arms. Edgar reached for his gun, and the first thought he had was putting a bullet in his brain. But he knew he couldn't do it. There had been enough death.
Rising to his feet, he did the sign of the cross, and prayed for his brother...
"Go be with them... Big Brother..." He said, fighting back tears as he tried to be strong and stop crying...
((I did a bit of modding there to get everyone out, if anyone has a problem with how I did it, let me know and I can change it for your character))
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 24, 2008 21:12:17 GMT -5
Tammara woke up to the sound of Malcolms weak attempts to talk. She watched him die in his brother arms tears fell from her eyes as she watched the one guy she loved die in front of her and in his brothers arms. She was biting her lip till it bled as she watched him try to hang on to his last bit of life. Tamarra grabbed his limp hand and sighed "My dearest Malcolm at least you'll be happy with your parents by your side. Our last moments together couldnt have been better." She then yanked off the small chain that was around her neck it was locket that he brother gave her when she was little it had both their pictures in it. She took out the tiny picture of her brother and stuck in her boot.
She placed the chain and locket in Malcolm's hand "I love you she whispered." Then she looked up at his brother, "I am sorry I couldnt protect your brother Edgar." Tamarra got up and her dress was covered in ash and blood most of which was Malcolm's blood. She clentched a small peace of debris that came from Malcom in her hand. Her hand bled she was oblivous to the pain she felt a much stronger pain in her heart. She felt the pain of broken heart and Edgars pain.
[[EDITED]]
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 25, 2008 4:01:30 GMT -5
((BT, he pulled everyone out including Andrew))
Andrew was knocked back by the second jerk but he kept himself on his feet by taking support of the wall behind him. He didn't get a chance to answer or pull Matlida to a more stable position by the wall as the last impact came. His head hit back on a pipe and he collapsed down to the floor, just about avoiding a light fixture that came swinging his way and would have embedded itself in his neck.
The next time Andrew regained consciousness, he realized that he was lying down on something softer and feared it was another person. He quickly got up in a sitting position, his hand reaching up to his head. He felt the back of his held and was relieved to find no blood. He looked around and saw the carnage of the Furion. There was a long trail of debris spread across the area.
His brain was working in overdrive as he tried to account for the crew. He counted 6 outside. He watched as Edgar shouted over the dead body of his brother. He pursed his lips grimly and thought to himself, Five alive. He got up to his feet and checked himself over. Except for a few scratches here and there, he had come out alright. The first priority was to get the doctor conscious so she could hopefully access the others. He wanted to console her sister but that would have to wait.
He scrambled over to the doctor and checked her pulse. Anyone having taken the basic training knew enough to check for the common injuries and he did. He couldn't find a sign of a concussion. He shook her slightly with his hands as he called out, "Doctor! Matilda!"
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Post by Roara on Sept 25, 2008 8:25:08 GMT -5
((Im getting myself out))
The Janitor was a little panicky. He had never been on any ship that was crash landing. Upon entering the atmosphere he heard a muffled but alarming squealing sound. The blast doors to the small hanger were beginning to tear themselves open, and a small vortex of air was creating a vacuum, at first only sucking small tools, then soon some larger boxes.
"Oh." The Janitor said, watching one of his screwdrivers fly out through the small, but increasing hole. He looked around for escape. The containment doors were already sealed. The vents were locked down. There was only one thing left that could save him from an atmospheric pulverization..
"The ship.."
He Ran over to the small transport craft that his crew was fixing, and pulled himself against the now stronger air into the cockpit, where he sealed all doors. The air stabilized, but then he felt the craft lurch backwards. The doors were no completely cut open, air streaming out of control. Another lurch jettisoned the small carrier out of the hanger, into what was now the upper atmosphere. He ignited the engines, only to be meet by incredible turbulance, and some crazy barrel rolls and rolley pollies (had to do it) The craft finally stabilized, setting him a clear picture of what was ahead of him. The larger craft was nearly at the ground, which crashed with a deafening blast of sound and energy. Then, his engines gave.
"I guess I shouldn't have put off the final checking of this ship.." He muttered to himself, then began wrestling the controls to keep his flight stable. There was no landing area visible. There was no other choice, but to eject. He reached for the handle, but realized that too wasn't fixed yet either. He pulled himself out of the cockpit chair, and into the cargo area, which was no bigger than a cubicle. There, he found that the large tool box containing many of the tools he used was still undamaged, and there were parachutes in two small compartments next to the door. He pulled those off, put one on himself, then one on the crate. Feeling the pressure of time, he punched the door button, and pulled the parachute on both him and the crate.
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