Log:Space Team, Scene 14

Space Team 2015/09/17 Breach Griffin Quiet 14

Breach sets his two charges down on A Deck before turning to look back into the hole as it's lit up, not that he actually needs the light to see down there. He grimaces at the sight of the aliens coming up behind the remaining crew, right hand moving for his particle revolver even as his brain starts to formulate a plan.

Lunging forward, Breach launches himself at the alien trying to shield its multitude of eyes. In flight, the Undead Soldier wrenches his combat knife out of its sheath instead of drawing his revolver, and he aims to ram his knife clean through the beast's head.

You know what the worst problem is with this plan of attack? Space stations are not designed for epic wuxia kung fu battles, especially ones built by alien races from other galaxies where epic wuxia kung fu battol is not a real thing.

Breach hurtles harmlessly past his intended target and slams into the deck plates, rolling end over end until he comes to a stop about 2 meters beyond the brazen and almost entirely unharmed beast.

"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCE," roars Breach in frustration.

Griffin doesn't think about what to do next- he just acts. He draws his weapon and drops down to Deck B inbetween the scared civilians and the alien monsters from well beyond anywhere his imagination might take him.

He aims at the nearest bugger and keeps it simple. This mission just became an E&E (extermination & extraction). Emphasis on E.

He flips the switch to activate his Solid-Mass Accellerator Rail.

"Stay back!" He shouts to civilian and bugger alike.

Several things happen after Griffin's Solid-Mass Accellerator Rail fires off. First, one of the alien's chitinous outer shell cracks and squirts out yellow ichor, splattering our hero in gore from being in near point blank range to get between the aliens and the civilians. Behind the alien, the floor, ceiling, and wall is splattered with more ichor and chunks of its meaty innards, an instant before the alien's body follows and sails back, skidding along the deck plating of B Deck.

Then, the three civilians behind Griffin scramble, limp, and hobble away to get closer to the opposite end of the opening to A Deck, pleading to help to quiet as she stands above.

And lastly, the remaining alien that has been introduced to several meal options finds a deadly opponent interrupting its chance to feast. Between Breach and Griffin, it goes for the man with the gun, whipping about and thrusting its stinger towards Griffin.

Breach has reconnected.

Breach takes a recovery.

Griffin has no time to celebrate, or you know throw his dropshield down. Hell the poor guy didn't even have time to aim for the other bug.

The Alien hits him hard with its stinger. If Griffin hadn't been aiming for the other bug he'd have been skewered.

Griffin's heart stops as he finds himself back in the air again. He hits the station bulkhead wall with a sickening thud.

He falls on his face completely stunned.

Breach has partially disconnected.

Quiet frowns behind her faceplate. Things are not going well. Several crew still in danger, and now her team. She adjusts aim slightly and focuses fire on one of the paid.

Chitin is strong, but the more it slows the slugs. the more momentum is transferred. The tight burst catches the creature center mass and punches holes even as it slams the thing into the bulkhead. No one... no -thing- is going to mess with her crew. At least not the few she has left.

The last alien draws back its stinger and prepares to attack the next hostile that seems like the biggest threat. Unfortunately she's several meters away and already has her gone trained on it. The first shot slams its body with such force that it's spun a quarter turn. It clicks and scrambles to face her again and charge, but two more well placed shots blast it far down the hallway, flailing limbs smashing against the walls and deck plating as it goes until it disappears in the darkness beyond the illuminated area. There, it lies very, very still once it comes to rest.

Griffin stands holding his shoulder. "God damn that thing had some punch." He gripes.

He stands and walks casually down the hall toward the still living but unconscious bug. He puts 2 more shots in between 8 of its eyes.

Quiet had similar thoughts, but Griffin beats her to it. She has no problems with this. IThat leets her turn her attention back to the others, and motion for Breach to get them up. Vigorously.

Breach drags himself out of the shadows and toward the rest of the team. He has sheathed his knife this time and simply moves toward the civilians, coldy stating, "Time to go. Climb on."

Once he's sure that he has all three civvies latched onto him, Breach's IMPACT gear fires, slowly reeling him up to A Deck level. His passengers can disembark and go shopping for housewares, linens, and known unknowns.

None of the civilians seemed too keen to shop for what was on the previous floor. They're just happy to be back on A Deck and cling for dear life, only releasing once they're safe with ground underfoot. The civilians still able to walk rush forward and help some of the limping ones in this rag tag crew of survivors. This may slow things down a bit.

Griffin spits on the creature again for good measure.

He then turns and jogs back towards the others. He leaps up to the other Deck A with a grunt.

"Just how mobile is everyone?" Griffin asks Quiet. "I don't think we should take the long way around." Clearly someone else is worrying about being slowed down.

Quiet elevates her charges again and begins to move forward. She has no intentions of taking the long way. Direct route, dark or not. The odds of surprises seem not much different as it is.

"I'm fine," grouses Breach at Griffin. He pulls his particle revolver and takes the rear guard again. Breach cannot wait to put these people in the gosh darned ship. It is, after all, always bug season.

With everyone gathered again, the line moves out, leaving the pitfall behind them and moving on to dryer ground. Up ahead is the left turn to head back towards the corridor that should take the group towards the outer ring of the starport.

Everyone hears it before they make the turn. Even muffled past airlock doors and in the distance, they all recognize the sound of explosions going off in the direction of their destination.

That... is not good. Quiet might offer up an expletive or twenty, were she not so... Quiet. She does pick up her pace to double-time towards the sounds, or, more accurately, their intended destination. If only they didn't seem to be so near one another.

"Well," comments Breach, "At least we know the security system is working."

There is absolutely no true humor in his voice. Explosions and alien monstrosities are really not what he was expecting when he laid down a pseudo-minefield.

"I'm a little surprised to be honest." Griffin says dryly. He pushes through the civies to take the lead. Explosions mean hostiles, he's still the best shield here. He draws his weapon and puts on his best scowl.

sorry was rebuilding Torus- unsuccessfully. Scrapping the whole build.

After turning the corner, the guarded civilian caravan double times it to the lit area of the corridor. Straight ahead is the airlock to the shuttle bay where the explosion sounds, which were going off in sequence, have stopped. But the airlock doors are still locked shut!

Griffin turns to the others with a look on his face like he has an idea.

"You got a plan, Griff?" inquires Breach. He gestures for elaboration as he keeps on the look out for monsters.

Quiet's plan at the moment, after reaching the vicinity pf the airlock, is setting down her charges and, well, banging on the door. It can't hurt to knock?

"Well I dunno if it's a plan- but it's better to say what we're thinking now while we've got a moment." Griffin says. "We can open this door easy- but what do we do with the civies? They're hurt, and it's obviously a hot zone in there."

He walks towards the most able-bodies survivors and hands them each one of his Mantlet Dropshields.

After each has one he shows them how they work and tells them to keep the others safe with it.

"I say we leave them here. They can throw one of the Mantlets here to block up the hallway to slow down anything trying to get through. IF something comes- they should have enough time and Mantlets to unlock the airlock door and close it behind them. In theory whe should have enough time to at least give them a safe area to fall back to." He shrugs and looks the the Head of Security.

Quiet spares a hand from her weapon long enough to rapidly type. THE CREW ARE THE PRIORITY. WE NEED TO GET THEM TO THE SHUTTLE. IT'S THE ONLY WAY HOME.

Pollox accepts the first mantlet and studies it with interest as Griffin explains. He's an engineer, so he gets it right away. "Alright. Thanks. This should help while you lay siege on the shuttle bay." He gathers the other civilians to fall back enough to give the demo crew room.