Deep Black Sea: The Starliner (open, see restrictions)

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="James Xerox"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="FN-999"] [member="Ilia Basu"] [member="Grug"] [member="Malok"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Syra"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

A groan and a clunk of seizing machinery percolated through the vents, along with a scent of burnt plastic. The air continued to grow dense and warm, until the red emergency lights shone through a visible haze. The atmospheric ​systems, it appeared, had just shut down the hard way, and the hundreds of survivors aboard the immense liner were breathing each other's exhalations now. It would be a bad time to have eaten​ beans.

All humor aside, spend long enough like this and people would start passing out from oxygen deprivation.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce was about to fade into unconsciousness till he received a huge dose of primal force. Rage, anger, hate filled his being, most Jedi would have been horrified to be now under this influence but for Bryce it was not his first taste of the dark side and would most likely not be his last. He was now wide awake like hit with a defibrillator and he vains now budged from his head.

He looked over to see how Layla was doing and by the grace of the force she looked back at him. The two sat staring at each other, Layla in shock at her wounds being healed and Bryce still trying coming to grips with the force rage that had a strong hold on his mind.

"How, what did you.." Layla began.

"Space wizard, like the lady said," Bryce snapped more forcefully than he meant to.

Pain from his broken legs continue to fuel the rage as Bryce rolled to his backside and slid his back to the hallway wall. Grasping his left leg the enraged ginger pulled on his knee till their was an audible snap and pop as he set his broken femur back into place. Letting out a scream of pure pain Bryce proceeded to rip a section of cloth off his trench coat. Finding two pieces of broken deck plate he fashioned a rough splint before repeating the same process on his right leg.

"Bryce do you want something for the pain?" Layla asked concerned about the agony that was written all over Bryce's face.

"Feth no, I need the pain to keep me going!" Bryce yelled back at her once again to forcefully.

Forcing his legs to move be use the wall railing to pull himself to his feet. The fact the air had continued to thicken and red warning lights had now began flash had not gone unnoticed by the dark fueled Ginger.

Looking over at [member="Malok"] and [member="Hala Jast"] he said. "Not to be ungrateful but can one of you give me a shoulder. We need to get to engineering. If we don't get the shift shields and life support back going we are all fethed."

 

[Arutha]

Arutha was sleeping when it all went down, the door to his shared quarters was unlocked and it was only by chance that were it not for the fact he was sleeping on the top bunk they would have seen him and shot him where he slept. His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he did was remove the plugs from his ears. He had never heard the screams. It wasn't the noise that awoke him, it was the air. The emergency lights were on illuminating the small quarters in a bright neon red. His eyes darted about and the air tasted old and foul, and there was the smell of blood and feces in the air; death.

He slipped down the ladder from his bunk and looked to Roland who was sleeping in the bed below his, he was one of the navigators for the starliner, just as Arutha was the cartographer. The man was in his late twenties with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes as icy as the glaciers of Hoth. The man looked asleep had it not been the mark on his head. The skin and hair incinerated, the skull melted and the brain scorched. A blaster bolt to the head. A better way to die than most, but that wasn't the only thought racing through Aruthas head right now. He was fighting a sensation of fear akin to drowning. Just what in the good galaxy had happened, and were the other crew alive? He wondered. Then his stomach seemed to knot, his throat burned and bile launched up and out of his mouth and onto the floor.

Wiping the vomit from his lips he turned to his locker. He knew the air smelt because the life support system was somehow damaged. Even a corpse below his bed wouldn't emit a noticeable odor with the advanced life support system the starliner boasted. He dashed for his locker, almost ripping the door from its hinges in his haste. He began to dress in a Firaxan Gsuit, slipping his arms through sleeves and legs through pants. It was an all-white with black trimming uniform, as per his request when he ordered the single shipment of the suit. Then he began to shoulder on his Mynock EVA. In no more than ten minutes Arutha was locking the helmet down over his head and was fully suited and sealed.

The air supply was eight hours, it was better than what he guessed the ship had, but not by a lot. An ST-UVAK was attached to the back of the Mynock suit, a device that would prove utterly useless in the confines of the ship. Without any weapons, for he was simply a crewman who worked with the navigators, he picked up the sturdiest object in the room and took it as an emergency en case he would need to defend himself and bludgeon an opponent to death. It was a fire extinguisher. Armed and suited, he activated the suits distress beacon and wandered out into the halls. He showered the dark red corridors in a golden ray of light, a flashlight.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

OOC: Only tagging folks I'm interacting with to keep it clean.


The Hallways

Hala glanced down to catch Bryce awaken and begin his flurry of actions. While he was splinting his legs and babbling about being a force wizard, she was scanning the halls, trying to keep situational awreness. Both of her Mag Pistols were held at the high ready. When Bryce asked for help she glanced down just as the lights flickered to red.

"Life supports gone for sure."

She sheathed one pistol on a magnetic clamp at her waist and ducked her shoulder under his, to pull him to his feet. They'd need a lot more than Wizardry and makeshift splints to keep Bryce in the fight. The body could only take so much.

She nodded to [member="Malok"]

"I can get him to the Engineering. Can you find the Med Shed and pillage what you can? We need some bio-foam, bacta and whatever bandages and actual medical grade splints you can get."

Then her attention turned back to Bryce, who was hanging from her shoulder. The Mag gun dipped so it's muzzle was pointing to the deck and she began to glance around again. She had reserve air. About a half hour left. But they wouldn't survive off just that, and she did not know the layout of the ship.

"If I get you to a terminal can you hack the layout?"

 

[Progflaw99]

Time & Date: Unknown​

Vessel: Can't Remember the Name​

Status: Unknown​

​

With a start, the ash blonde woman lifted her head - followed by a resounding thunk as it bumped into the ceiling. Lilith muttered a curse as she blinked, trying to gather her surroundings, forcing back tears. *Ow that hurt!* As she reached up with one hand feeling along her scalp, Lilith could already tell it was going to leave a bumb. *Dangit.* Blinking several times she moved her arms first, feeling out with her fingers and then her legs. She was in a confined space, vents. The light breeze through the vent passed her as it blew lightly against her face headed deeper into the ship. Trying to clear her head the memories came back slow - here she was in the vents of some spaceliner she'd had the unfortunate luck of being on. Pirates. It was amusing actually, and it brought a sideways smile to her face. For all the travel across the galaxy she'd had, this was the first true incident she'd had with pirates, or any major malfunction really.

Pulling herself forwards in the vent her eyes caught a flicker of light ahead, perhaps that's how she'd gotten in here? No, it wouldn't have made much sense for her to crawl backwards through the vent, maybe she'd been travelling along when she'd passed out, or had she even passed out? In the dark, time went by immemorial, as it was wont to do when one was unconscious. There seemed to be nothing for it but to continue forwards, in fact she noted a foul smell, stale air. She grimaced as she heard the subtle clunking of her knees and elbows against the air duct. It would only take her a minute or so to wiggle her way up to the vent ahead, from there maybe she could find out what had happened, or if there was even anyone still on the ship.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Malok"] | [member="Hala Jast"] | ​

 

[Nate Phantoms]

One step, two steps, three steps, four...

Red light flashed, shredding the darkness before disappearing again. Illuminating the trails of blood behind the man, more corpses and slaughtered passengers. It reeked, pungently. The metallic smell of blood raided his senses, all exposed skin dark with the liquid.

Five steps, Six steps, Seven steps, Eight...

Nagging, constantly. The small voice belittled him, asking why he was limping around, covered in blood, stepping on the deceased. Like anyone alive cared, they were all choking to death. The lizards would get them if they survived that, they were bound to come back eventually.


Still crawling along at in his crippled state, he had more time to think to himself, and get a feel for his surroundings. Surprisingly, there were presences nearby, one close than the rest. Looking up, he felt for whomever it may have been, letting off his own signal. They appeared as if they were in the ceiling, or perhaps a floor above all together. "...Peekaboo." Only one way to find out.

[member="Hala Jast"], [member="Lilith Sedarri"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Nara Basaar]

It was hard to tell if it was from shock or denial, but Nara was pretty inattentive to her surroundings right now. It was almost like she was in some scared trance as she slowly made her way down the hall war zone looking hall. Weaving in and out of bodies and pools of blood had almost become second nature to her by now. Nara felt like her shock was consuming her. All she could do was move forward slowly, staring at the ground too afraid to look up in case she saw one of the attackers standing before her.

Finally, something happened which snapped Nara out of this daze. She heard a voice. A voice calling out to her. At first she thought her mind was playing tricks on her so she refused to lift her gaze from the ground. Noticing the voice getting louder as she neared the source she lifted her head and to her amazement, she saw another survivor.

A man stood not too far from her, with arms held up to show he meant no harm. Nara stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him for a moment. Her mind was trying to process if he was even real. Logic soon kicked in and she realized this man was here to help

"James Xerox...?" She said with a shaky voice before looking down at the blood on her medical outfit that he pointed out.

"OH this is not my blood....unfortunately." The young Twi'lek cleared her throat and approached the man before her.

"Thank you for helping me. If it's okay, I think I will stick around with you"

Nara quickly glanced around the hall and nervously fidgeted with one of her lekku.

"What happened? I don't remember much of it"

[member="James Xerox"]

 

[James Xerox]

Xerox put his hands down. It was safe to say that he wasn't going to catch a stray blaster bolt from the young Twi'lek in front of him. The lawyer scratched the back of his head and replied.

"You don't remember? The cruiseship's hyperdrive went wrong. I...I don't know where we're at. There was some sort of error, or a malfunction. I don't know, I'm not a mechanic. And then these...things...boarded the ship. I hid in a vent in my room. I saw them though, before I went in. They were killing everything in their path."

Xerox ran a hand through his hair. All that blood, the ship's security trying in vain to protect their passengers as they were systematically ripped apart...

"It was a slaughter..."

Focus, Jim. Don't think about this stuff. All that is over now. Now, we gotta find other people, make sure they're safe. Find someone who can fix the ship so we can breathe...

James took a deep breath, then another one, sucking in what little fresh oxygen was left on the ship. He was calm now, collected, and able to help.

"Yeah, I think it'd be best if we stuck together. Come on, we got a little group over here."

The lawyer extended a helping hand, trying to assist the smaller sentient in the effort to climb over the mound of corpses that filled the hallway.

"What's your name?"

[member="Nara Basaar"]

 

[Jaris Garren]

Jaris woke up from her quarters and quickly carried her bag.
*groans*
"what happened here?"
Jaris quickly opened the door and peeked to the other quarters to see if anyone is alive.
"where are the people? am i the only one alive?"
She stopped and sat down leaning agaist the wall to take a rest for a minute.
"I need to get out of here.. I need to go home"
While taking a rest she heard footsteps. She quickly grabbed the nearest object to her right (it's a n iron pipe) and shouted.
"who's there?"
The sound of the footsteps are getting closer to her.
*a beam of light shines infront of her face*
She saw a figure. A figure of a man.

[member="Arutha"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Jaris Nocgulla"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="James Xerox"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Arutha"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="FN-999"] [member="Ilia Basu"] [member="Grug"] [member="Malok"]

The sounds of micrometeoroid impacts decrease. The starliner is now moving pretty quickly through unknown space, quick enough to leave the meteor swarm. The brave Gamorrean on the bridge has probably saved untold lives.

However, the life support situation is now dire. Air quality is extremely poor, choked with carbon dioxide and a mist of blood. Several of you have chosen different options: fix the atmospheric processors in main engineering, or seek refuge in an environment that has functional life support. Such environments might include escape pods, or perhaps some of the defense starfighters if any are left aboard. There may also be emergency oxygen masks to be found. One way or another, you're getting light-headed and should probably take measures to correct that.

The life support systems are all linked. The failure or problem spreads to the artificial gravity.

You are now floating.

 

[FN-999]

Hallways, close to hangar bay.

Now getting very desperate, the two lieutenants had left the other survivors behind. Suddenly, they were floating. Thinking quickly, he realized that the gravity must've lost function. "Follow me!" he said to the other lieutenant. Pushing off the edge of the left wall in the hallway, he flew toward the right wall. He then pushed off there, heading to the left wall. So two lieutenants continued the cycle of diagonal jumps until they reached a large door.

When they opened it, they got to the hangar bay. Ships of many types and variants littered the area, some now floating and some held on by gravity locks. Soon, they found the ship they were looking for. A Tribune corvette was locked into place about 30 feet away by gravity wells. They had been escorting a First Order officer, and he had died with the pirate attack. Floating upward, he bounced off a nearby metal box to get within range of the corvette.

After bouncing off a few more craft, the two lieutenants finally got to the entrance of the corvette. There was a lock, but they had a chip with the passcode. Walking in and closing the door, they fell back down to the ground. They were in, and there was still a good amount of supplies onboard. All they needed to do now is figure out how to fly it.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="James Xerox"] | [member="Nara Basaar"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Hall - Closing in on Engineering

"...Peekaboo."

"Feth Nate, will you get down from their man!" Bryce snapped as his long time friend popped out of an air duct.

By the rings of asrel things were getting wired. Air was thick as soup, he had random firends now just popping out of air vents and just when he thought thing could get much weirder it happen, the grav failed.

"Really, no air, stinks in here, all dark side fueled up and with two broken legs you do this force?" Bryce shouted into the air.

As he began to float the pain in his legs decreased dramatically now the burned of holding his weight was removed from them. It was as if the force was.... "Oh, wait this is better nevermind."

His rage filled mind was beginning to clear, and something new was tugging at him, call it fate, call it karma, call it all in a days work but be began to hear the muffled sounds of ... crying? Sure enough as he listened harder the sound was growing louder. Looking of at Layla he noticed she must be hearing it also.

"Hala, you may be able to find the exact way to engineering by searching these dead crewmen, one of them probably has a card key or something you can use to override a working terminal. I gotta go see what that sound is."

Pushing off using [member="Hala Jast"] as a steady anchor he took hold of Layla's hand and the two floated off down the hall. Soon the came upon the floating body of a dead Twi'lek woman. In her arm was a bundle of cloth that was wrapped around ... no...

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] OOC - You up

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Bryce Bantam"] ₪ @gala jast

Npc
8 month old twi'lek
Eyes - green
Skin - pink


The baby screamed as air became harder to breath for it. She had no idea what was happening but she was frightened. Lights flashed and flickered and the arms that wrapped around the child had became cold. Cold like the colour blue her mother's arms had now turned. The mother the baby would never grow up to know. It's lekku was to short to wrap around instead they clung to it's head. Tears rolled down it's cheeks and floated away. When it's eyes opened the girl could see several people now approaching. Even though she had no understanding of anything the girl in some ways could feel that maybe safety would be something again. Her small tiny hands reached out towards them. Her little pink fingers opening and closing. She needed warmth again.

 

[Rianna Organa-Ar'klim]

Ilia nodded a greeting to the lawyer, [member="James Xerox"] , "I'm Ilia Basu nothing as fancy as a lawyer." She trailied after him as he went to see about someone calling for help, the poor dear was a sight for certain.

Then the smell came through the vents something was burning she knew that smell it was similar to what happen when her curling iron stayed on the counter too long pungent acidic you knew it was getting bad from the smell.

As she took a step suddenly she was lifted from the floor, no gravity. This wasn't any better than before. She looked at [member="Nara Basaar"] her voice sounded stronger. Ilia smiled at her if for a moment as she reached out to grab a sconce on the wall to keep from floating anywhere else.

"We need to find out what's going on" Each word she spoke made her throat and chest burn, shaking her head trying to swallow, "I'm getting a headache" she would not notice that she was taking more breaths as the liner slowly began to run out of air. "I never get a headache. Do you two feel okay?" She looked at her companions.

 

[Nara Basaar]

"Really? That's awful" Nara said glancing at the deceased victims sprawled out around their feet. This revelation made Nara feel glad that she had been out cold for most of the attack. The things survivors would have witnessed would have been too much for Nara bear. The young Twi'lek's attention was caught by the much-appreciated sight of another survivor approaching. Nara gave [member="Ilia Basu"] a sympathetic smile and turned back to [member="James Xerox"] to answer his question.

"Oh. My name is Nara. Nara Basaar"

Nara was gratefully accepting the man's help over the bodies when the gravity in the ship suddenly began to fail. Her dark eyes widened with surprise as she was lifted off her feet. At first she had a grip of Jame's arm but she soon transferred that grip to a nearby railing on the wall. Nara heard Illia enquiring about how everyone felt. Nara soon noticed that she was also feeling very light headed and queasy.

"Nope. nope. nope nope" Nara responded to Illia, clutching her now throbbing head.
"This isn't good"

 

[Arutha]

A voice penetrated the darkness, "Who's there?" it shouted. Arutha turned his flashlight and peered down a side corridor. By the doorway was a Twi'lek who looked to have just awoken, a bag nearby her person and an iron pipe in her hand. "I hope you don't intend to use that," Arutha spoke cautiously, leveling the fire extinguisher in a way that told the woman he was just as equally prepared to defend himself. "The names Arutha, and unless you follow me you're going to start choking. Life support is down and the airs contaminated, soon you won't be able to breathe." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Look, most of you passengers don't listen to safety instructions when you get onboard," he paused, studying her to see if she had become less aggressive and more docile, "I can show you to the oxygen masks." He was just about to march down the corridor where at the intersection was a cupboard sealed into the wall when his feet didn't find the surface. His whole body rose from the floor and he began to float, "This isn't good," Arutha shouted to the Twi'lek, "The whole ship is shutting down, we need to get you to that mask quick." He gripped a rail and launched himself down the hall. He crashed against the far end wall and in seconds the cupboard was open and he was pulling out oxygen masks and tanks, he took a pair and threw them down the hallway back towards the Twi'lek, allowing zero-gravity to pass it along safely to her.

"I've got an access card, it should get me into the engineering block. I'm going to see if there's any crew alive who can help, if not I need to find a way to stabilize the life support system and then reactive it." He craned his neck and looked for emergency stairwell indicators, "You can come with me or find your own way, but whatever killed the crew might still be here, it's best we stick together."

[ [member="Jaris Nocgulla"] ]

 

[James Xerox]

Great. Everything was floating now, including corpses. Could this get any worse?

Careful what you wish for...

The lawyer's chest began to burn. It wasn't a matter of feeling like their wasn't air now, it was now that there literally was no air to breathe. Short, hacking coughs racked the man's body as he felt Nara's hand switch from his arm to the railing against the wall. Xerox did the same. He turned to Ilia, looking as she complained about her headache.

"We're gonna have to worry about a lot more than a headache if we don't find a source of oxygen fast!"

Think, Jim. Where can we find oxygen masks, or at least rebreathers?

James took a glance at Nara, then turned back and studied her uniform. It was difficult to see under all the blood, but...yes, it was a medic's uniform.

That gives me an idea...

"Nara, you're a medic? Do you think that there would be oxygen masks or at least rebreathers by the med bay?"

Another cough racked James, and he gripped the bar tighter for support with one hand, while the other covered his mouth. They needed to move, and fast.

[member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Ilia Basu"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

As the gravity went out Hala clipped both heels together, activating her mag boots. While her hair was floating around in her helmet, getting in her way, the Mag Boots kept her clamped to the floor, if only lightly. There was a battery life on these bad boys, and if she wasn't fast, shed find herself very much adrift with the rest.

"Right key card. That makes sense."

With her Mag Pistol at the high ready she crouched and began the unsightly task of sifting through maimed corpses. One of the dead's arm came off in her hand. She grunted, feeling her stomach do a little roll and flung it off to the side.

"Kark."

Then her hand hit something metallic.

Could that be it?​

She pulled it out and cursed again. Deathstick container.

"Not looking so hot guys. Got any idea besides a key card?" She asked.

Meanwhile she moved to another corpse and kept searching...

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Layla immediately reached for the baby ( [member="Sanya Val Swift"] ) and picked it up in her arms. Through Bryce could not actually smell the Zelthon pheromones he began to feel their soothing effect. As he watched her hold the child tight he felt he anger slipping away. The fatal flaw with his use of the dark side was his innate empathy. As he learned on Kal'shebbal he could not hold on to anger, he was not the type of person who was able to. It was why he did not fear the dark side, for unlike most it was never able to fully latch hold of him no matter how hard it tried.

Watching Layla with the child stirred something in him as well, more than just a protective instinct his mind began to wonder to his ex-how this Twi'lek child may look like theirs would have should things have not ended as they did. He day dreaming was broken when the child began to cough. It aided him coming back into the present and reminded them of the dire situation they were now in. Air, everyone needed it and the life support had failed. He needed to do something...

As quickly as he could he floated back down the corridor and began with [member="Hala Jast"] , to search the dead for a code key, anything in fact that would aid them. That is what they so desperately needed, if only they could find someone with the clearance they needed... [member="Arutha"]

 

[Arutha]

"I need to get going," Arutha shouted down the hall for the Twi'lek to hear. He couldn't wait for others to dilly-dally as his Pa would have said. "You should stay in your quarters until help arrives," he suggested. His head turned to look towards the corridor that led to a emergency stairwell, the flashlight attached to hishelmet illuminating his path. Arutha gripped the rails on the wall and propelled himself forward, floating towards his target as the lack of gravity threatened to throw him in a tumble.

As Arutha fast approached the door he held out his hand and gripped the handle, his body swinging around to slam against the frame. With a twist of his wrist and a kick of his feet the door swung open. The spacer struggled to right himself as he attempted to climb to the ceiling, once there he slowly and carefully maneuvered himself to face what would conventionally be downwards - facing the empty space in between the stairs that led straight to the lowest floor. He crouched his body and then snapped his legs straight, shooting himself downwards.

Arutha fell five, ten, fifteen, twenty stories and going. His eyes darted door to door as he passed them until he noticed one open, beyond were a group of survivors with a child cradled in a Zeltrons arms. Arutha held his arms out and caught the stairs railing. His body whipped about and he pushed himself up a floor back to the opened door. He held onto the railing, floating, "You're the only others I've seen bar one, some Twi'lek on the upper levels." His face was concealed by the EVAs helmet, a giant globe of black, "Oxygens running out, there's oxygen masks at most intersections, check the cabinets." He was just about to push off to continue his descent when he paused, "You don't happen to be mechanics, either of you?" he asked.

[ [member="Bryce Bantam"] ] [ [member="Hala Jast"] ] [ [member="Sanya Val Swift"] ]