Futuristic The Monsters (closed)

[yistae]

Shawn smiled at the Guerra, nodding as a way to say Hello since he didn't really shake hands. And he was right. Compared to Tylronix, Shawn's accent was terrible. "I traveled when younger, and was with a Guerra that taught me," he explained, stumbling a little over the word 'traveled'. That was what he hoped to say anyway, and if it wasn't he probably made himself look like an ass. "I'm Shawn Jacrezz, Pilot. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tylrorix," he finished in English, knowing that if he screwed up a sentence with the words 'pleasure' and 'you' so close together he'd never, ever live it down or get respect.


(( @Seymour, it's Shawn talking, not Leo.))

 

[hEMbo]

Doe looked at them both expectantly. "We done with introductions?" and without an answer she strode into the decompression chamber and into The Pandora. She headed strait for the confrence room. it was now time to rally her troops. If she was being honest, she was very nervous about this part. It was crucial. She went over the list of things she would say in her head. She reached the conference room and took a deep breath.

she sat on the far side and pushed a button in front of her chair, on the table, as she sat down. It turned on the PA on the ship. "Shawn Jacrezz, Leo Tesla, Piekkuri Uss, Tylronix Draazar, Axel P. Grishiam, Atakcha Cherovka in the conference room, now."

 

[Deadkool]

Leo put his prototype away into his bag and began to walk to the conference room. Once he arrived Leo sat in one of the chairs. He grabbed his gas grenade prototype and continued tinkering. While he didn't want to be rude, Leo was making so much progress. He looked around for his ship-mates. He thought Doe seemed like a competent leader,maybe a bit commanding. Though he figured that was part of the job.

 

[Felicity]

A metallic clang rang about Atak's ears as she walked about the ship, exploring its insides, its ins and outs, the cold metal atmosphere clinging to her skin. She was honestly thoroughly satisfied, as this was undeniably a fine ship. She had gone to the engine room and "command center" or bridge of the ship, as that's where she would be doing most of her work. She took a few seconds, her fingers dancing over keys, knobs, buttons, latches, feeling quite at home with this up-to-date tech.


With that taken care of, Atak slithered her way to the crews quarters. Of course she had to see where she'd be staying for the next, who knows how long? Her eyes drifted over the small secular room, not quite amused, but she really didn't expect much, this wasn't a luxury cruse. She was just snooping around in a few compartments and draws when a familiar voice, that of Doe, was being rung throughout the ship. With her and the rest of her crew-mates summons, she made her way to the briefing room, confident and alert. She hadn't met all of her mates yet, the ones she had met going completely horrid, so she was alert to say the least.


The lights slowly illuminated Atackcha's face as she inched closer to the large round table that was the heart of the briefing room. With a swift move, she descended into a chair, her legs crossing, eyebrow raised. "Oh this should be delightful..."


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[Seymour]

Tylronix hadn't had much time to speak before Doe passed him and walked into the Pandora. Turning to Shawn, he uttered, "We should speak again" and followed Doe inside. He had made his way to the quarters, trying to find a space that would comfortable fit him. Before he could conclude his search, however, he heard Doe's voice summon him and the other crew mates to the conference room. Squeezing himself through the somewhat tight doorways, he finally made his way to the conference room.


Ducking his head under the door, Tylronix found Doe, Leo, and Atak seated and waiting. Taking a seat opposite of Atak, he had sat down for only a few uncomfortable seconds before he stood back up. The manufacturers of the chair clearly hadn't expected anything much larger than the average human, because the chair was much too small for him. Crossing his arms, he took a few steps backwards, partly covering himself in the darkness of the shadows of the room.

 

[Cross]

Axel glanced up as he heard his name over the intercom. It sounded like Roslyn made it back. He sat with his hands thrown across his lap. His comm was lagging in an effort to connect with the interstellar link. Axel waited for his device to load before he stood. The faceless heads of the Human Alliance program would be expecting a word from him soon. Axel tugged his jacket sleeve down. He slid his hands into his pockets and turned a corner in the hallway. Not knowing where the conference room was gave him the opportunity to explore more before he come across the others gathered around a table.


The lighting was more interrogation room than welcoming for the sharing of ideas. Axel hung back until his eyes adjusted. Tylronix was off to the side. The big guy too bulky probably for the foam plated seats. Axel wondered around to the other end of the room. Having someone lurking behind him made him paranoid. Axel shifted in the chair. He leaned forward on his elbows.


Axel grinned Ataks' way. And then he took in the faces of the other strangers. There were more people than he usually worked with. He stayed silent in anticipation for what Roslyn would say. His legs were sprawled out and his arms crossed.

 

[yistae]

Shawn nodded at Tylronix, silently agreeing before following his new Captain into the ship. As soon as he was through the main door, Shawn spilt off on his own to look around, pulling up a map on the holographic watch thing. He didn't see anyone else while wandering, but then again he was so focused on reading the stats of the ship and looking around that he probably wouldn't have noticed. The crackling of a PA system did manage to catch his attention though, and he listened as Doe's voice echoed around the ship. "Conference room, conference room," Shawn muttered to himself, swiping through a map of the Pandora on his watch. Who the hell put conference rooms on a ship? It didn't make any sense. 'Then again,' he thought to himself, grinning at a memory and following some directions in his watch. 'I've never been in a military ship long enough to explore.'


Finally he found the conference room, surprisingly half full of people. People being a relative term, considering a few of the room's occupants weren't quite as human as himself. Shawn noticed Tylronix was standing in the back, and almost laughed as he sat down in a chair and it dawned on him that the Guerra probably couldn't fit in a chair. Schooling his expression, Shawn set his bag down and looked around the table, curious as to why Doe had called the little meeting.

 

[Uncultured]

The Vardan was in no rush to go to the war room, he had gone to the mess hall to eat, and he wouldn't compromise his current action to satisfy a human woman. Piekkuri subconsciously made it a point to eat slowly and with purpose, perhaps it was out of a desire to show his independence from the crew, or maybe it was simply a result of his mechanical and precise movements that would seem far to excact to be normal by human standards. Unlike the sloppy culinary customs of humans, precise movement was custom for most civilized Vardans, especially the warrior class who were expected to display discipline and martial perfection in all aspects of life, including such mundane aspects such as eating habits.


Piekkuri finished his toast and eggs along with his coffee before standing from his seat, the Vardan slowly slid his chair underneath the lip of the table before smoothing out his tunic with both hands, pressing out the wrinkles that had been accrued by his sitting position. He then bent his back slightly to retrieve his now empty plate and glass from the table and after doing so he moved with precision towards the automatic dish cleaner that would take his dishes, via conveyor belt, into a mechanical contraption that would automatically clean and organize the hard plastic plates and utensils to be reused by the crew at a later time. If one thing could be said about humans, it was that their inherent laziness had produced some remarkably convenient devices, on most Vardan ships of war, each soldier was given a set of eating utensils, they were tasked with keeping them clean and respectable along with bringing them to each meal. Each soldier was responsible for his eating equipment and those who failed to keep their set in tact or on their person were forced to eat as savage Vardans once did, with their hands. That being said, on Vardan merchant and commercial vessels, robots were employed to clean dishes and eating utensils. Such strict guidelines for the keeping and maintaining of eating utensils and dishes were a military tradition that had held over from an era long past and those outside of the service didn't have to go through such a formality with their kitchen wear. Piekkuri did have to admit with a modicum of sarcasm, that the humans had indeed trumped the Vardan race in this particular area of housekeeping technology when considering the automated system that the ship employed, although such mundane devices would serve them little in a fight.


The warrior then turned towards the doorway and walked with an aloof stride down the hallway towards the main juncture of the ship, he already knew the layout of the Pandora in it's entirety and he quickly banked a right and then after a dozen yards or so he made another left before striding down the long hallway, and within the span of one and a half minutes he stood before the doorway that marked the entrance to the conference room where the other crew members had already accumulated. During his walk he had heard a couple of them through the walls, their vibrating larynx systems vibrated the air just enough to send vibrations through the steel walls at a frequency that was just low enough to be perceptible to the Vardan. Some had made small comments, but for the most part the room had remained stoically quiet for most of the time, and Piekkuri would make no attempt to alleviate the awkward silence. The Vardan wasn't one to start meaningless small talk, and he had little interest in the petty friendships that humans formed, they were too shifty and emotional to be trusted, so unlike Piekkuri's own often too calculating race of pragmatists and realists. Perhaps it was a cultural divide, but the Vardan liked to think that it was an inherent genetic predisposition for radical behavior that spurned the human race to often delve into anger, madness, or mania, along with numerous other deficiencies and conditions.


Piekkuri pressed the touchscreen on the right side of the door, sending the closed metal gateway into the slot it hid in within the wall. He then strode into the room with confidence, meeting the eyes of several of those who had arrived before sitting down on the polar opposite of the captain. It was a power play, a petty one no doubt, but the Vardan wanted to leave a slight impression. If anyone deserved to be heralded by the crew other than the captain, it was the Vardan, and a position at the other head of the table would leave such an impression albeit a slight and subconscious one at best. His confidence wasn't common arrogance though, while the Vardan wasn't infallible and could make mistakes, he was a member of the Impetuous 50, one of the most elite forces of warriors in the galaxy, and he was a veteran of many campaigns. Some had called him a Tactical genius, others said he had an aptitude for warfare and strategy, and others had simply dubbed him an excellent field commander, but regardless of the title, warfare was what he did, and if given the chance to do so, the Vardan felt that he would be able to guide the mission to success. Whether he felt so in false confidence or apt judgement was still yet to be seen, but he had been in more complex and stressful situations before without failure and he believed that he would be able to do so once again.


(Holy shit, I love writing this character, please, guys, do not let this RP die out, the concept is awesome and this is probably the most fun I've had writing a character since I joined this website)

 

[hEMbo]

Doe leaned on the wall as she watched, impatiently, as each person slowly wandered in. It made her angry how long all this was talking, especially Piekkuri. This was a military vessel Goddamnit! This unorigization! This causality and lax of clearly defined procedures! She realized what her challenge was to he on the mission: to get this unruly and undisciplined group in shape, which might mean being a bitch.


"Listen up. Everyone have a seat." She said crisply, looking up at Tylronix. She PMed her personal assistant. "Get a bigger fucking chair in here please." She said quieter, into her Holo-pad. She stood up and put her hands behind her back in a uniform way and did not wait for everyone to be seated. "Ok. Here's the deal, you are all serving on my vessel that means you are to follow my orders with precision and speed." She barked at them like they were cadets in basic training. She focused her eyes on Piekkuri, "From now on, when I say to be somewhere or to do something, you begin immediately as if it were your deepest desire." She scanned the room, and her assistant, cadet Sand appeared with a huge chair and replaced the chair in front of tyrilonix with it. Then she left. "Now that we have that out of the way," doe continued in a still-sharp voice, "Let me explain the situation." She touched a button on the table and a floating Holo image appeared in the middle of the table.

"This is our enemy, they have no official name except Alien 178. What you may have heard is that they are a minor threat at the edge of the galaxy. The truth is that they have conquered at least 20 solar systems in a manner of weeks, killing or assimilating the population on the planet. Thier force is about 10 ships, but each packs a hell of a punch. They assimilate animals, bacteria and any living thing they deem as an asset. All we know about the assimilation process is that the creatures stop fighting, and fight for them. We've only seen this on animals and not much study has been done, that's why we are headed to this research facility." She clicked again and a different image appears, "This is the 178 research facility.

Its a mostly human force but, like ours, they have recruited a number of aliens. They captured a 178 and have been studying it. We lost contact about 24 hours ago. We must predict hostiles. Our goal is to rescue any survivors, if needed, and to get more info about our target. Weak points, strategy of them, and anything else. Any questions?" She barked.

 

[Uncultured]

"Yes captain, questions I have. A small force this is, and I cannot help but wonder why such a high priority enemy such as this..... Alein one seven eight..... is not being pursued and destroyed with the might held by the combined fleet of both the alliance and the other races with war faring vessels such as my own. I must ask, how much is known about this enemy, their tactics, their means of communication and their technology, do we even know the kind of weaponry they use or are were stumbling blindly into a storm of hell fire? Do you even know anything about these assimilating creatures, or are you in the dark as well? " asked the Vardan cynically, attempting to grasp the situation in it's entirety. It wasn't a move made to undermine the captain, he simply needed to know more about the enemy they would be facing. To stumble blindly into a conflict was paramount to a human game of chance named Russian Roulette, if you played such games with enough frequency, death was assured, as it was when blindly entering combat against a foe with unknown capabilities became a habit.

 

[Cross]

Axel raised his forearm part way. "I've also got a question." He announced with elastic lightheartedness. The hologram of 178 was too graphic for his taste. These aliens looked far too much like bugs not to be disgusting. The Vardan alien made necessary points, but Axel couldn't focus behind the mind control concept. He sunk back into his chair. "Do we have a plan to keep them from assimilating us? Or are we just hoping to God it doesn't come up?" Axel laid his hands on the table to pick at the skin. Nuking the research faculty would have been a better idea. He doubted anyone was still alive. Or at least not enough worth risking themselves for.


This mission had quite the 'and they were never seen again' type of feel. Axel grinned feebly. It was almost funny how easily the 178s could overtake them and rule the universe. This time he did laugh. Axel covered his face with his hands, dragging his fingers down. "I can probably get the floor layout. If the powers that be haven't provided them already. It might be useful to have a map of the place." Axel began to mutter as he fiddled with his comm devise.

 

[Felicity]

A grimace played on Atak's face, as she studied the holo of the despicable insectoid creatures. What disgusting creatures. So far she enjoyed Doe. Atak was also a big fan of strong, in charge women. As for the rest of the crew... yeah, not so much. The large alien that came in rather late struck her interest to be exact. She nearly scoffed as he spoke. There was room for one cynical, pompous creature on this ship. That would be Atak. Other than that, she found him rather amusing. "God am I that bad?" She thought to herself.


"Perfect," Atak purred to Axel with a smile. "Now I won't have to hack into what's left of the main frame of the research facility to get said maps. Be a dahling and get those to me as soon as possible." She turned her attention back to Doe. "Then, I'll be able to pinpoint infiltration points that way we can slip in with an upper hand. That is... unless you prefer going in 'guns blazing.'" a pause, "I've always been a fan of more... finnesse."https://www.rpnation.com/members/yistae.3276/[/URL]





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[Seymour]

Tylronix, having settled somewhat comfortably into the large chair, sat forward with his arms on his knees. "Commander Doe, I do have an inquiry. You spoke of the group on the 178 facility having recruited a multi-racial team, correct? Do you happen to know if there was a Guerran within their group? Judging from the image you have show us, the Assimilated take on a much larger form."


He had added the last sentence unconsciously, as if he were thinking aloud. He shifted slightly before sitting straight up again, patiently awaiting Doe's response.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe looked around with a mixture of sheepish and angry. "What I told you is what we know. That's why we need to procure the info in that facility. They might have found a way to fight the aliens more effectively. We're not completely defenceless however, we can kill individual soldiers easily enough. Its the fleet. As for help... don't expect it. Other species were too... 'busy' with internal affairs. Even the humans are guilty of this over sight." Doe got rid of her sheepish look and got intense, "but don't count us out. On this ship we have the lumineers, the absolute best. We can, will... must do this." She paused for a moment, giving them all looks of encouragement. Then she turned to Axel. "Its an alliance facility, we wont need a map, its already on file. But I might need your hacking skills with us in the facility to procure the info." Then she looked at Tyrilonix , "No, I'm not sure." Doe knew it wasn't a lost cause if everyone could just focus, but with this much doubt from everyone.... she wasn't sure.

 

[yistae]

Shawn basically ignored everyone else's questions, not totally tuning them out but looking at the map instead. He wouldn't really be fighting on the front lines or whatever anyway, so figuring out how to pilot the Pandora around a rock was his main focus. He used his own watch to pull up the picture Doe provided, looking at the dimensions and turning the image around as a rough 3D thing. Looking up at the rest of the group, Shawn cleared his throat and stood up. "Hey, uh, guys," he said, hopefully drawing everyone's attention and projecting the 3D model on the table's holo screen. "I'm not a hundred percent sure if the Pandora is gonna fit flying around right down next to the station, but this position here is the easiest ti defend I think," he explained, pointing to the area in the middle and in front of the station. "It's a loading bay, so anyone who needs to go inside can, and if any of the 178 things come we'll be able to see them before they see us." Shawn finished the mini ramble and looked around the rest of the table before sitting down, mentally kicking himself for being awkward and nervous around people. "At least that's my idea," he mumbled, not wanting to seem like he was trying to take over. Tylronix seemed cool enough, but he didn't know about any of the others.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe sighed of relief, her hand going through her short buzz-cut. "Finally, someone being helpful and taking some initiative. Thank you Jacrezz, that's very helpful." She could tell he was a shy type, so she was glad he spoke up. She could only hope he wouldn't keep any other, more inventive ideas to himself. "Alright, anyone else have anything useful to add? Questions?" She looked around demandingly.

 

[Uncultured]

"Yes, another question I have. You said that we are going to extract survivors and gather intel. Which is the priority here, is there an objective of high value that we are being sent in to extract, perhaps a data core or a specific human with innate knowledge of the enemy? If such is the case then we can bypass most of the occupying presence by using the air ducts to move atop the station unnoticed, we can enter through one of the maintenance airlocks that connect to the ducts and move through the station unnoticed until we withdraw our objective before returning to the vessel via a low speed space maneuver, and all of this will be accomplished without the risks that would accompany an all out assault" said the Vardan.


According to the schematics of the base, several main air ducts ran through the top of the structure, and each had several maintenance airlocks that could be opened from the outside with the proper access codes. Piekkuri could do a low speed maneuver from the Pandora, using his suit's space capabilities he could easily make the jump, and then he would be within the skeleton of the base, with the ability to move wherever he needed without resistance. Perhaps the humans there were the priority, and in that case, he would be tasked with helping the crew sweep through the structure, but if the information available on the station was the priority, then he believed that his plan of action would be effective.

 

[hEMbo]

"The info is of equal importance the lives we might save. We're gonna have to do a sweep of the facility. We are looking for any info we can find. Here's my plan: we'll split into two groups. Me and Tyrilonix will search the domestic section of the facility and you can lead a team into the labs to get the info. You may need someone to hack the system as well as some extra guns, that's where they were testing on the alien. So on your team I'm putting Atakcha and Grisham. While we're gone, Tesla take a look at the armory and battery, I know you'll have some ideas on improvement. Jacrezz, you'll be flying us in. Anything else?" Doe finished quickly. She looked around the room expectantly.

 

[Cross]

"You're putting the information broker on the shoot out mission. That's wonderful. Because everything I've said so far has screamed fighting bugs up close." Since Atak was also partnering with them, it made Axel the expendable one on their team too. He looked at the lovely assassin on their squad dubiously. Who would have thought their acquaintance would turn counterproductive so quickly. He couldn't bring himself to hold it against Atak though. Despite everything, shoot outs were his second favorite thing.


Axel stood and was careful not to jar the table. "I'm going to root through the armory then. Might as well see what I have to work with. If I'm free to go?" He asked.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe looked at Axel and sighed. "You're gonna have to face them sooner or later Grisham." She said bluntly, "What happens if they board the ship?" She gives him a look and waves him off, "yeah, go on ahead."

 

[yistae]

Shawn took the guy's departure as a cue to get out of the conference room himself. Standing up, he slung his bag iver his shoulder and looked around at the rest of the crew before looking at Doe. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to place my things away and get familiar with the controls of Pandora. Try to get her flying and us out of here as soon as possible," he said, feeling akward if he had just walked out. But now that he didn't leave right away he was calling attention to himself, and couldn't figure out which was more akward. He wasn't used to be needing to be dismissed, but once again he'd never been on a military ship long enough to know how they generally ran. Swallowing down the stupid nerves, Shawn nodded politely to Doe in a sort of silent goodbye, then turned and left the room. He found the living quarters easily enough, and after finding one that looked to be unclaimed he threw his bag on the bed, taking a few small tools and things out and putting them in his pockets before he finally made his way out and to the bridge. Like any new ship he was expected to fly without crashing, Shawn took a few minutes to just look around and figure out the basic layout, then sit down in his seat. After only took about two seconds of looking through the small screens and controls around him he figured out how to start it, and when the Pandora's engines hummed to life he grinned, looking more like a kid in a candy store than a pilot, but then again professionalism had never been Shawn's goal.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe nodded at Shawn, indicating that he could leave. She looked back to the rest of them. "The rest of you, if there are no questions, you should make yourself familiar with your weapons and armor stored in The armory and see what you need to work on. (I will put a picture up for the armory/range in the overview.) "Dismissed."

 

[Uncultured]

"No further questions come to mind captain, and I will be happy to babysit the broker for you when we infiltrate the station" said the Vardan, casting a slightly amused glace at the information gatherer that had spoken earlier. The man was snarky, and weak, Piekkuri knew that he wouldn't mesh well with the human broker immediately after he had spoken, and Doe's casual and dismissive response amused the Vardan warrior as it was a true statement, and also slightly comical in a droll and dry sense.


"If there are no matters pressing, I will retreat to my quarters" said the Vardan before standing from his seat, turning with precision towards the doorway.