LSDF Akahar - Deck 3 Corridor - Near Armory & Deck 3/4 Access
Unsurprisingly Glacier's attention managed to remain more or less fixed on the sealed blast door to the stairwell. The incessant noise emanating from it was in a way more unnerving than the strange performance of the ship's intercom systems. Perhaps it was the immediate nature of the threat represented by the banging. Whatever the reason Glacier kept watch, intent on ensuring that whatever it, Korro, was wouldn't make it through the blast door in one piece. If it could make it through at all.
Despite his intentions to keep his full attention fixed on the unnerving portal, sealed or no. Glacier found it difficult not to pick up on the discussion between the Chaplain and the Acting Captain, his mind apparently eager to latch on to whatever scraps of information mundane, or otherwise that might keep him alive.
As such he quickly learned that many of the areas of interest around the Akahar had been locked down, and also that for some reason anything related to the structol had been secured as well. Uncertain as to the gravity of the statements due to a lack of practical knowledge to which they pertained, Glacier contented himself with the thought that measures had been taken. Whether or not they proved valuable in their strange situation was to be seen.
Unfortunately it seemed that the next portion of the exchange was beyond his ability to observe the information being delivered on a datapad the Acting Captain produced. Hopefully it wasn't critical data. Thankfully the interaction moved on beyond the datapad and the conversation continued. Further explanation revealed that it was likely a hostile symbiotic organism of some variety had attached to the Mok'ro, the ship that had started the entirety of the present mess.
With the continued stream of information Glacier unexpectedly found himself feeling a subtle sorrow deep within himself as he learned the fates of the Mok'ro's crew as well as the Akahar's own Medic. While he possessed little love for is fellow Lorath, he could empathize with the horror they must have gone through as they were consumed by that which had ended the Mok'ro.
Alerted by the mention that some of the away team were of unknown status having failed to complete medical scans, Glacier was drawn out of his brief sentimentality instead feeling unnerved. Idly shifting his grip on the Silva the gentle motions calming as he reminded himself that he still had a chance to survive. His nervousness passing he turned his mind to more productive ends and quickly came to the conclusion that unless anyone he encountered could prove that they were clean, they were best kept at a distance.
Between the solemn farewell to the dying Kam'kebek, the quick disposal of his body by the Chaplain, and the sudden arrival of an unknown member of the Akahar's crew, Glacier found that he was forced to put his new conclusion into practice much sooner than anticipated as he slipped carefully around the armoured form as they interjected themself abruptly into the group littered around the blast door.
Now separated from the main group by this new person Glacier found himself nervously glancing down the hall that the armoured figure had arrived from wondering now if less passive additions to their gathering would also come from that way. Quietly dismayed that they were also opening the blast door that had thankfully remained little more than background noise until this point on top of his being isolated by the unknown element's boisterous arrival.
Many things quickly happened, and in the midst of the flurry Glacier found himself watching the new arrival, his focus guided by the enquiry of one of the other crew after the new figure's well being. Looking to see how 'Mars' would react to the questions, Glacier suddenly felt as though he had been doused in ice water his gaze fixing on a bead of moisture, decidedly out of place, as it slipped down the curve of Mars' helmet.
Before he could come to a conclusion on what to do in reaction to the strange observation, the blast door separating them from Korro, and the source of the noise had begun to open. Snapping into a ready position his conditioning from training helping him fall into action while his mind still floundered with the unsettling occurrences, Glacier shifted his attention regularly between the opening blast door, and the otherwise unguarded hall on his flank not wanting to trust that the only threat was the one on the other side of the door. Checking that the Silva was ready he shifted and grimaced as he prepared mentally for the worst.
Despite his intent, the distorted features, seemingly caked with debris and refuse, unsettled him as they were slowly revealed like some sort of uncanny strip-tease. Glad that his WIND concealed the uneasiness of his expression he kept his weapon trained on the aberration for the moment still held back by the slowly rising door while allowing himself quick glances toward the hall that Mars had arrived from.
The action began in earnest as the Acting Captain began to fire with his pistol, the shots hitting the legs of their target in places though it seemed to have little effect as the aberration failed to react to the impacts, instead electing to try and guide the blast door upward with its malformed hands.
When the order to 'stand clear' came Glacier glanced to the Chaplain noting the M'cel he produced. This observation incited Glacier to move quickly sheltering against the wall in which the blast door was set just as the call of the plasma grenade was made.
Safely out of the area where the flash and possible fallout of the plasma grenade detonating, Glacier moved quickly afterwards falling into position to provide suppressing fire as requested and support Pitch in her endeavour. As he moved their new arrival Mars discarded her rifle having apparently ignored the Chaplain's call to stand clear in favour of briefly firing her rifle. He watched with muted disbelief as she drew her Searing Blade and boosted through the opening blast door to collide with the aberration.
With no clear line of sight to the target Glacier held his fire, not wanting his first test of the new weapon to be into the back of a hot-headed ally. Instead his mind turned to the latest activity of the Akahar's intercom systems, it sounded like a ceremony, one he was unfamiliar with though he suspected it had something to do with the L'manel. As it drew to a close Glacier's mind slowly connected the name mentioned with the one associated with the Akahar's lost Medic. Thinking back to the previous clips of sound Glacier felt something tighten in himself, a strange unpleasant feeling comparable only superficially to uneasiness. As the feeling settled despite being in the middle of combat Glacier couldn't help but wonder, 'What did they do to her?'
Unsurprisingly Glacier's attention managed to remain more or less fixed on the sealed blast door to the stairwell. The incessant noise emanating from it was in a way more unnerving than the strange performance of the ship's intercom systems. Perhaps it was the immediate nature of the threat represented by the banging. Whatever the reason Glacier kept watch, intent on ensuring that whatever it, Korro, was wouldn't make it through the blast door in one piece. If it could make it through at all.
Despite his intentions to keep his full attention fixed on the unnerving portal, sealed or no. Glacier found it difficult not to pick up on the discussion between the Chaplain and the Acting Captain, his mind apparently eager to latch on to whatever scraps of information mundane, or otherwise that might keep him alive.
As such he quickly learned that many of the areas of interest around the Akahar had been locked down, and also that for some reason anything related to the structol had been secured as well. Uncertain as to the gravity of the statements due to a lack of practical knowledge to which they pertained, Glacier contented himself with the thought that measures had been taken. Whether or not they proved valuable in their strange situation was to be seen.
Unfortunately it seemed that the next portion of the exchange was beyond his ability to observe the information being delivered on a datapad the Acting Captain produced. Hopefully it wasn't critical data. Thankfully the interaction moved on beyond the datapad and the conversation continued. Further explanation revealed that it was likely a hostile symbiotic organism of some variety had attached to the Mok'ro, the ship that had started the entirety of the present mess.
With the continued stream of information Glacier unexpectedly found himself feeling a subtle sorrow deep within himself as he learned the fates of the Mok'ro's crew as well as the Akahar's own Medic. While he possessed little love for is fellow Lorath, he could empathize with the horror they must have gone through as they were consumed by that which had ended the Mok'ro.
Alerted by the mention that some of the away team were of unknown status having failed to complete medical scans, Glacier was drawn out of his brief sentimentality instead feeling unnerved. Idly shifting his grip on the Silva the gentle motions calming as he reminded himself that he still had a chance to survive. His nervousness passing he turned his mind to more productive ends and quickly came to the conclusion that unless anyone he encountered could prove that they were clean, they were best kept at a distance.
Between the solemn farewell to the dying Kam'kebek, the quick disposal of his body by the Chaplain, and the sudden arrival of an unknown member of the Akahar's crew, Glacier found that he was forced to put his new conclusion into practice much sooner than anticipated as he slipped carefully around the armoured form as they interjected themself abruptly into the group littered around the blast door.
Now separated from the main group by this new person Glacier found himself nervously glancing down the hall that the armoured figure had arrived from wondering now if less passive additions to their gathering would also come from that way. Quietly dismayed that they were also opening the blast door that had thankfully remained little more than background noise until this point on top of his being isolated by the unknown element's boisterous arrival.
Many things quickly happened, and in the midst of the flurry Glacier found himself watching the new arrival, his focus guided by the enquiry of one of the other crew after the new figure's well being. Looking to see how 'Mars' would react to the questions, Glacier suddenly felt as though he had been doused in ice water his gaze fixing on a bead of moisture, decidedly out of place, as it slipped down the curve of Mars' helmet.
Before he could come to a conclusion on what to do in reaction to the strange observation, the blast door separating them from Korro, and the source of the noise had begun to open. Snapping into a ready position his conditioning from training helping him fall into action while his mind still floundered with the unsettling occurrences, Glacier shifted his attention regularly between the opening blast door, and the otherwise unguarded hall on his flank not wanting to trust that the only threat was the one on the other side of the door. Checking that the Silva was ready he shifted and grimaced as he prepared mentally for the worst.
Despite his intent, the distorted features, seemingly caked with debris and refuse, unsettled him as they were slowly revealed like some sort of uncanny strip-tease. Glad that his WIND concealed the uneasiness of his expression he kept his weapon trained on the aberration for the moment still held back by the slowly rising door while allowing himself quick glances toward the hall that Mars had arrived from.
The action began in earnest as the Acting Captain began to fire with his pistol, the shots hitting the legs of their target in places though it seemed to have little effect as the aberration failed to react to the impacts, instead electing to try and guide the blast door upward with its malformed hands.
When the order to 'stand clear' came Glacier glanced to the Chaplain noting the M'cel he produced. This observation incited Glacier to move quickly sheltering against the wall in which the blast door was set just as the call of the plasma grenade was made.
Safely out of the area where the flash and possible fallout of the plasma grenade detonating, Glacier moved quickly afterwards falling into position to provide suppressing fire as requested and support Pitch in her endeavour. As he moved their new arrival Mars discarded her rifle having apparently ignored the Chaplain's call to stand clear in favour of briefly firing her rifle. He watched with muted disbelief as she drew her Searing Blade and boosted through the opening blast door to collide with the aberration.
With no clear line of sight to the target Glacier held his fire, not wanting his first test of the new weapon to be into the back of a hot-headed ally. Instead his mind turned to the latest activity of the Akahar's intercom systems, it sounded like a ceremony, one he was unfamiliar with though he suspected it had something to do with the L'manel. As it drew to a close Glacier's mind slowly connected the name mentioned with the one associated with the Akahar's lost Medic. Thinking back to the previous clips of sound Glacier felt something tighten in himself, a strange unpleasant feeling comparable only superficially to uneasiness. As the feeling settled despite being in the middle of combat Glacier couldn't help but wonder, 'What did they do to her?'