Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or Ingaba...

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6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


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Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

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In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

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09 Nov 2021, 9:50am
A lot of people still fort face to face even though gravity tended to be optional. Creamy didn’t and neither did his opponent, but Creamy claimed the advantage first. Using his grip on the gunman, Creamy levered himself up to stand on the bedroom ceiling. The man had a gun, but Creamy had vastly superior strength and from this angle, the difference was much more pronounced.

As long as he kept a firm grip on the gun hand Creamy was safe, his opponent just couldn’t pull free. His mistake was even trying. Once Creamy felt the pull, he went with it and swung down holding the mans’ arm out to the side and brought his knee up to his elbow. Killing people was not something Creamy ever wanted to do, but causing grievous harm to others that were trying to kill him and his friends was a different matter.

Meowers

"One down! Hold on, I'm coming!"


Even in the thin atmosphere, the crack was audible. Landing on the floor again, Creamy let go of the man, and he folded hugging his broken arm while Creamy tossed the pistol over his shoulder. Meowers was Creamys’ concern now, there was a lot of frozen blood in the air over there, but Meowers was standing and the man she was fighting wasn’t.

Neither of them had noticed the blue fissures in the floor, and running up the chest were closing as the energies flowed back towards the Fulcrum. Doctor Hochstein had noticed; the fate he had in mind for Meowers was now his.
09 Nov 2021, 11:35am
What happened next..Uh. The most bizarre thing I'd ever seen. That their leader, who landed on a stone chest after Creamy's kick... He started glowing with the same blue light. Like, all his body. His..arm was first, then glow had enveloped his body. Still faint, but becoming stronger and brighter every second. And those strange, swiveling lines on the floor, and the fissures, they started glowing too. Well..My helmet glass was covered with blood, mine from the inside, and that guy's from the outside, everything was a bit vague and reddish, but..that glow..it was clear.

That man started shaking all over, throwing his head back... I've heard his groaning over the comms, he pressed his arms against the stone chest, like, trying to push himself back, but with no success. This..Stream of blue energy, noisy, but very bright, was..connected to him. To his heart. Forming a bond. And it was..pulsating, like, pumping something into his body. He was glowing stronger and stronger... And his blood. It was glowing from the inside, I've seen the veins on his face. And his eyes..were completely mad. Unnatural.

"Oh, crap... Thank you, but, I think we should get out of here."
09 Nov 2021, 11:56am
What the hell was happening? The chest was clearly the Goodness families’ old sandalwood chest, but now it looked like stone, and it had never attacked anyone before.

Meowers
"Oh, crap... Thank you, but, I think we should get out of here."


Creamy was not one to give into fear if there was someone to be brave for, but this was something else. Even the man with broken arms was trying to get away from the Doctor and the chest.

“Capital idea Mrs Muir” said Creamy offering her a hand in case she needed it as he backed out of this bedroom.

The trooper was trying to get to his feet and run too, and Creamy couldn’t in good conscience leave the man. Grabbing him by the backplate, Creamy picked him up ready to run.
09 Nov 2021, 1:24pm
"Ah, I'm okay, thanks", hah... okay... blood-soaked and shot four times... Anyway, it takes more to stop me. "Floating in adrenaline and painkillers. And that extra tranquiliser as well. Let's go. And... Why do you need this guy?"

Yeah...I know. Medication will wear off and..it will be horrible. And, also, that 'aftermath' thing..Shit... I'm going to face the real hell. Anyway, I'll be placed in the hospital ward with those wounds. Uh..Okay, let's think about here and now. I had no idea why my strange companion was offering his help to that goon. To interrogate him? Or what? Ah, whatever... We quickly left the room and I had to ask about our next steps. Also, reloaded the rifle, while we were walking..in relative safety...

"So... What we're going to do next? It's your ship. Trying to shoot that..thing may cause explosion. Personally, I'd rather leave, Marshmallow is hanging outside. But I'm not leaving you here alone. This ship is dangerous, even if it's yours."
09 Nov 2021, 2:58pm
"Leave? Too bloody right we're leaving"

Their former enemy was pressed up against the wall with them nursing his arm, making no effort to run. Creamy glanced at him and realised the absurdity of the situation.

The gunman junked and blood covered the inside of the mans' facemask. A long dark spike pushed out his chest. Creamys' helmet light turned the blood on it opaque, making the thing shine like an uncut ruby before it froze. The spike opened like a flower and pulled back stopping against the armoured chest pulling him back towards the bedroom. He clung onto Creamy, his voice on the open channel begging for help.

“Please. Don’t let go. Don’t let go!”

Whatever had him was too strong, but Creamy held on grabbing the rail on the wall to stop him and the man being dragged away. The flower looking thing opened some more and that blue light glowed from within as it started spinning. Screaming over the com filled Creamys' ears, and he closed his eyes before falling backwards with the man on top of him.

It didn’t take long for Creamy to realise he only had a piece of torso with the mans’ arm he had held onto. Fling it away, Creamy got to his hands and knees checking that Meowers was moving with him as he stumbled to his feet.

“To the bridge, we’ll go out the damn canopy”
09 Nov 2021, 3:53pm
"What the heck is this?!?!", I've shouted, immediately turning around and firing a long burst from the hip. Plasma rounds instantly turned the dead body into a cloud of freezing blood and chunks of flesh, and...Was this thing using bodies as a cover?.. This..spike grabbed the body of a second gunman and my shots were stopped the same way..What the..

And...Was it..Regenerating? Some of my shots hit the 'petals' of that 'flower', I've clearly seen that..Dark green mess, that cloud of..something, but then the blue glow covered the damaged petals, and those..silhouettes seemed intact again.

Then I heard Creamy's voice over the comms, through my own adrenalised heartbeat, that was just...filling my ears from the inside... He was running away down the corridor. I've fired another burst at this..beast, and ran away too, trying to catch up with my companion..Shit, I was..Slower than usual... Those wounds, dammit...
10 Nov 2021, 10:44am
Speed had never been a problem for Creamy, but it was for Meowers after her encounter with the intruders. Running for his life with a woman he hardly knew by his side was becoming normal for Mondays. This time, he wasn’t running from some rotters with guns, he was running from something he didn’t understand in the slightest.

The sprint from the bridge to help her, and having to open every door manually, gave Creamy time to listen to the open coms. He heard what Meowers had gone through, and that gave him a little insight as to what the intruders were doing. It was nothing Creamy could easily believe until now. Whatever was chasing them sounded like it was running on many footless legs. His imagination was building an image that was spurring Creamy on. He reached back and took hold of Meowers armour, not caring if she protested.

“Best foot forward m’dear” he yelled with a forced smile to put her at ease.

Pulling her on, Creamy took care not to crash her into walls as he catapulted them around the narrow corridors. Creamy was not believing his feigned bravado at all.
10 Nov 2021, 4:28pm
"Uh..thank you. Normally, I'd be..sarcastic or giving you history..lessons, but not when..I'm that..kind of.. mess", ah, that was a strange feeling... My heart was racing like mad, I heard that heartbeat, it was like... all over my body, I was ready to move damn mountains and then turn them inside out. And..No pain, only a bit of numbness. But when I was trying to do something, my right arm was really lacking its usual strength. Right leg was..slow and I barely could use it for moving forward, and I was..quickly running out of air to speak. Kind of... 'last stand cocktail' to die happily after using? Anyway, had two more doses of it in medport reserves. But, honestly, had no willing to be shot eight times more.

We reached the Anaconda's bridge soon, and I had a few moments to catch my breath and..regain visual focus on things. Everything was..Fuzzy.

"So, what we're going to do now? Escape? I could, you know, vaporise that ship with that..thing inside. When we board Marshmallow. But..It's your ship. It's up to you to decide, I still have...", checked the ammo counter, "forty seven rounds. And two mags, eighty rounds each. May try to blast that thing away. Just have to..aim better and use both hands."


Last edit: 10 Nov 2021, 7:12pm
10 Nov 2021, 6:37pm
“Forty seven! How many peop..” This was not the time to try and understand the mind of the casual killer.

Meowers slow inquiry lead Creamy to believe was she stoned out of her skull, but he didn’t let that slowdown his efforts to close the bridge doors.

“.. and no blowing up my ship thank you”

He saw it; the gap in the doors suddenly seemed it would never close in time. The thing was filling the hallway, spider-like with an upright torso and a large flat broad arrow shaped head. Two misshapen human eyes were near the tip of the things' head, glaring with a personally targeted hearted.

Creamy leached back from the door closing wheel as fear took hold of him. Meowers must have seen it too because a stream of plasma bolts slammed into the thing as it charged forward. The shots brought Creamy back to now, and he span the wheel as fast as he could. As the doors were coming together, a thick grey stone-like javelin head jammed its self between the doors and started to split down it middle spilling an internal blue light.

More plasma bolts caused Creamy to look away when they exploded on the spearheaded wedge destroying some of it, and forcing the rest of it to retract. Not wishing to seem like a coward or useless, Creamy Finished closing the doors while blinking his eyes trying to clear the reddish-purple after image. The thing was throwing its self against the door with such force, it knocked Creamy back a few steps, and he saw the thick blast resistant door buckle.

Keeping the panic out of his voice, Creamy made a surprisingly calm request of Meowers.

“Shoot anything that breaches that door, and then shoot out the canopy as soon as I’m beside you with an arm firmly around your waist”

This must be what shock was like. Creamy hoped it would last a little longer, because full out panic would make him useless. With that unpleasant prospect in his mind, Creamy dove under the operations station again to unplug his COVAS Ninette as quickly as he could.
10 Nov 2021, 7:57pm
This...Thing was ugly beyond any words. An incomprehensible combination of mutated limbs, spearlike wedges growing from everywhere, its head was... like nothing I've seen before, and with those two eyes, barely resembling human ones. It was..Walking on eight flexible..limbs, looking like..weird tentacles. And the greenish growths all over the body, with that flower-shaped..thing on the torso. And it was big, almost as wide as the corridor, limbs and tentacles were sliding along the walls and floor, leaving green, fuming trails. And the glow, the same electric blue glow was.. within it. Biological horror, nightmare from the unknown dimension, just one glance at it could petrify anybody, make them shake in fear, fill their souls with terror and despair.

Ah, it's good to be completely emotionless.

But, being that big made it an easy target. It has an unbelivable reaction, covering its body from my shots with limbs and petals of that flower..thing. And then it was regenerating them, irradiating that blue glow from its wound. But it had to slow down to regenerate. And those dangerous limbs were used for hiding the body behind them. It was still vulnerable, successful shots were leaving horrible wounds, ripping the flesh off, causing vicious burns, its green blood was spilled everywhere and filled the air with freezing drops. Quick regeneration was a problem though, but... I will try. I'm always trying.

I looked at the ammo counter. Red text, "Armed/Rds:13". Had to reload. These rounds were only enough to fire a two seconds long burst.

"This trigger is never pulled without a solid reason", I said, reloading the rifle and unfolding the bipod. "You're still alive. I may explain it later if you want. And if we survive this, hah".

At least that emergency cocktail was still giving its effect, albeit not that powerful. But, no pain from my wounds so far. Anyway, I'll check them and apply a bandage when we'll be far enough... Turning the pilot seat by ninety degrees, I've placed the rifle bipod on it and crouched behind. Now, everything that goes through that door, will die.
11 Nov 2021, 10:31am
A passenger in his own mind, Doctor Hochstein watched the surrounding situation unfold as if watching a holo. There were two others in his head influencing his mind. One old, full of guilt desperation and fear. It wasn’t scared of what was happening, but feared for what would happen to creation if the other ones' kind ever realised how unlimited their reach was.

It held on to guilt overwhelming for the hubris of its assumed superiority over the other one. That mistake made its kind react too late to the endless tide of the others when they came. The Fulcrum was the last desperate attempt to stop the others, a disgusting weapon that was only created because there was nothing left to lose.

The other one didn’t think at all. It was all instinct, free of emotion and doubt. It had something driving it, an unfamiliar motivation that could be called a feeling, if it had any grasp of such a concept. Duty; that was the best analogy Hochstein could make. It was a drive so strong, what was left of Hochstein was envious of its total lack of prejudice or judgment. If it could sing in the endless black, it was its kin.

Reason was slipping away, and Hochstein found it hard to focus on all the revelations he was getting from the other two with him. The puzzle of the Guardians was no longer a mystery, Witchspace wasn’t a space at all; now he understood that travel from one galaxy to another was as simple as taking a step. He was eager to get back to the Alliance institute to pass on his new knowledge, but first there was a pair of young ones.. . .new ones.. . . people to kill.

Instinct was driving his new body forward. Powerful and easy to repair, it smashed its self against the door, knowing it would break it down. Doctor Hochstein understood doors, and made his body use its tools. Powerful limbs punctured the thick bulkheads and pushed them apart. More limbs forced their way through the gap, wedging it open, splitting, and making a shield against Ina’s weapon.

His body was reconfiguring its self to have a ranged weapon of its own. Digestive enzymes and bioelectric shock would crack them out of their armour. Then the mercenary and the betrayer would soon be liquefied in their own shell for what they had done to him. What was left of Hochstein roared with hunger when it forced the door open.


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11 Nov 2021, 11:30am
"Die", I said calmly, completely prepared to what I will see behind that door. And I pulled the trigger, unleashing another stream of plasma.

Does this thing even feel any pain at all? Plasma rounds were bombarding the creature, tearing the limbs off and leaving deep, horrific wounds. Thin air had filled with the green blood and flesh of the abomination, liquids were gushing off, and bright flashes of pure heat and energy, one after another, were marking my successful hits. But.. It was moving forward. Glowing stronger and stronger, regenerating what was lost, covering the body with regrowing limbs and tentacles. Was that..flower thing on the torso its..heart? Or whatever?

I had two options... First was trying to stop it, constantly suppressing the regeneration, firing short bursts to rip any new limbs away and then waiting for a second while it standing still... And the second was more radical - squeezing the trigger until plasma barrage punches a see-through hole in its chest. But..Would it be fatal? No idea. And I'll spend all my ammo doing this...

And then that tentacle. I thought it was the most usual one and the mutant will cover its body with it.. But then it..straightened, facing me. And a bolt of energy flashed through the bridge, grazing my left shoulderpad and hitting the control console. Crap..That was bad. Pilot seat wasn't a good cover. I've reacted quickly, aimed at it and blasted the thing away.. But that time was enough for the creature to move a few feet forward.

"We got problems here. This thing shoots back. How are you there?"


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11 Nov 2021, 12:19pm
All the destruction was barely audible, but Creamy could feel the vibrations through the bridge. When he looked up, the thing was pulling its self through the doorway, the doors had been pulled apart as if it were a plastic food container. The creature looked different now, as if it had grown new limbs and tendrils like a plant. Fleshy flowers bloomed all over it, quivering and oozing greenish-yellow puss or huffing out dust.

The thing convulsed and a pod was ejected from a tube-like appendage in its torso. Yellow energy followed it. The pod smashed, covering the seat Meowers was hiding behind in gore that smoked while the yellow lighting burned and melted its surface. Creamy yanked on the handle of his advanced COVAS unit, not caring that it wasn’t properly unplugged. It came out with a decent chunk of the panel it was plugged into. He got up and wrapped his free arm around Meowers.

Together they dodged a sharp bladed limb, and another shot from the damaged gun-barrel like appendage.

“Shoot out the Canopy, it’s time to leave” Shouted Creamy, getting ready to fire his jump pack.
11 Nov 2021, 12:56pm
Pilot seat, covered in disgusting green sticky liquid, was melting like an ice cream under the hairdryer. Detaching the magnetic bipod before I lose it, I've looked at the ammo counter. Just enough to break the canopy...

It took about five rounds to make the cracks on the armoured glass visible, and two more to breach it completely, and remaining thin air blew the shards out of the ship. Abominable creature was closer and closer, and..no way I could hit so much limbs at that short time.

"Leav..", and then a sudden numbness paralysed my legs. And shields dropped to zero. Right when I was about to jump. Crap..No time for this. It's aiming again... Pressing those two buttons, magboots deactivation and jump pack startup, was feeling like...years. But then a boost from both packs quickly lifted me off the floor...

And looking down, to see what happened to my legs, I saw an energy bolt striking right in the place where I was a moment ago. Crap...

So..Shields at zero, another scorch mark on the armour, a bit above left knee, the armour plate is broken... Ah, crap...Hell sure I'll need more of those painkillers... At least I don't have to walk in zero gravity.

"Let's...get out. I'm..tired of this shit."
11 Nov 2021, 2:59pm
Meowers had fired her pack before Creamy could react. He kept hold of her as they flew through the remains of the canopy. Switching the COVA to the arm around Meowers waist, he took control of his pack. Looking down he saw the thing launch its self after them with no regard for the harsh vacuum of space. It flailed its limbs and tendrils trying to reach the pair and thankfully, it couldn’t get its slime pod launching appendage to bear on them either.

Looking for the Marshmallow, Creamy steered himself and Meowers to her ship.

“You fire, I’ll get us back”

A bright light was shining behind the Marshmallow. Creamy mistook it for the distant star for a moment, until it quickly grew bigger and then dissipated on the Marshmallows shields. Behind the shot, a Type 10 loomed up behind the dwarfed Fur-De-Lance. Its weapons were all targeting the Marshmallow.

“Oh for fu,..fiddle. Got a bloody titan shooting your ship. Brace yourself”

Creamy had already had to adjust his flight path, presumably because Meowers was shooting the thing, and he made another adjustment to get the Marshmallow between them and the Type 10. He hit the FDLs hull a little harder than he had intended and regretting cushioning Meowers impact with his own body.

Hochstein drifted for a moment, frustrated at failing to entangle his pray. It was just a matter of time before he would be able to swim in the tides of radiation. He could already feel his body changing for that very purpose.

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