Frost
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Meanwhile...
somewhere between Abjection (P1-10) and Dawn Station
The Courier 2A Class freighter, The Plow, that made the journey to and from the planet Abjection and Dawn Station was nothing special. No extra armaments, no modifications beyond standard design, nothing. Even the two crew members that ran the rather large ship were much beyond what they seemed.
Geharus, the pilot and mechanic, was a frumpy old man with a sneer who didn't talk to anyone but his coworker, Hector, who happened to be a portly man in his middle ages (he handled the navigation and the cargo transferring).
Both didn't talk much and didn't want to know much and simply wanted to do their jobs. In all, crew and ship were absolutely, unequivocally, standard, inconspicuous, and quiet.
Just as Daxle Demalier liked it.
A young man of 23, Daxle Demalier was traveling the stars, using his medical talent where needed, using his charming personality when wanted, all the while stealing what he wanted because, well, hey, a guys' gotta eat.
Daxle had gotten onboard The Plow when he heard that it was the major transporter of supplies and equipment to Dawn Station, a place on the edges of known space. It was an opportunity to go where few had, and possibly "acquire" some new toy from Origin Industries along the way. Getting on board was easy; all he had to do was smile and ask for transport, and Hector said sure. Sometimes he wished women were like that...
Daxle was lounging in the common area, a place set for the 18 or so people that these Courier 2A ships were designed to accommodate, watching the plasma screen. He was flipping through the channels, his brow furrowing whenever one of those cartoonish Yamatai commercials would be on, or sighing with boredom if he landed on a Neplislian Soap Opera. He was horribly bored; there was nothing to do on the ship.
He had already gone through the contents of the cargo bay and it was only filled with standard supplies for the upkeep and survival of a space station, and gods know that no matter how old Geharus looked, he wasn't going to need medical attention soon, which ruled out one of his favorite things to do. He stood up and put on his jacket, a black leather with the right arm missing and a Red Cross stitched to the front. He was pacing around when Hector came wheezing into the common area.
"Evenin' young man. We should be hitting Dawn Station in about an hour" Hector said in an indifferent tone, passing Daxle altogether on his way to the other side of the common area.
"Where are you goin'?" Daxle asked, very curious. Anything was better than sitting here. Hector turned back, and Daxle could see a slight sign of interest in the man's eye.
"Got a hail from a Journey class shuttle that was heading in our direction. A courier, with an urgent message. Might be some trouble at Dawn that needs warnin' about. We just stopped for a moment to pick it up and we'll be getting on our way," Hector replied, turning and hurrying out the portal. Daxle let out a "Huh," in pleasant surprise and, picking up his pack/traveling medkit, followed Hector out to the cargo section, which had plenty of room to take in the small shuttle.
They both watched the small shuttle land in the cargo bay through a view-screen outside the airlock, and waited for the cargo bay doors to close and the bay itself to repressurize before going in themselves. It was a standard Journey class shuttle, one person to fly and several others to live in during a trip. The hatch to it had opened but nobody had walked out.
"Huh, for a courier with an urgent message, they don't seem too intent on delivering it" Daxle stated, looking at Hector with raised eyebrows. Hector only harrumphed and waddled up the ramp. Daxle waited, when he suddenly heard the sound of the engines of The Plow start up and felt the ship start to move. Daxle had learned that Geharus like to get a running start before kicking in the CDD, even though it was perfectly pointless. 'To each his own' Daxle thought, when he was abruptly startled with Hector calling out his name.
"Daxle, you're a doctor right?" Hector asked frantically as he hobbled down the ramp. He was very panic-stricken and sweaty.
"Of sorts yes. Why?" Daxle asked, but Hector did not respond. He just shook his head and leaned against the side of the shuttle to support himself.
Daxle look incredulously at Hector, then climbed on board the shuttle. His shoulders slumped a little bit, for there in a black Origin uniform, slumped over the piloting console was the courier, very obviously dead.
Some time later...
Hector was in the cockpit with Geharus, calming his nerves by keeping an eye on the navigation charts and assisting in keeping the craft on course. Neither men looked up from the consoles to say anything to other, until Daxle slowly sauntered into the room.
"Well Daxle, you all done?" old man Geharus asked in his gravelly voice, his usual sneer making him look like he might throw up any moment. Daxle sat down on the chair to the weapons station, a seat never sat on before. He didn't answer right away, his mind too troubled by what he had seen.
"Daxle?" Hector asked when Daxle didn't respond. It shook Daxle out of his daze, and he was able to look up at the two old gentlemen.
"Yea...the body, right. Um, well...I can't really say" Daxle managed to say. The two old men looked at each other, giving each other confused looks.
"What...what I mean to say is; I have no idea what that pilot even is. When I went to see how he died, he just turned into some black goo on the table" Daxle told them, not even believing himself. Geharus pushed a few buttons on his console then stood up. A little sign read "Auto-pilot" on a screen.
"Show me. Lets go to the infirmary and you can show me this black goo. Crazy doctor tales I tellz ya" he grumped as Daxle left the cockpit first with Geharus following, and Hector huffing behind. They got out into the central corridor when they heard a lot of metal clanking, a hissing noise, some sparking, and a metallic groan.
"That certainly wasn't good," remarked Hector. The three moved to the common area, and what they saw was a mess. A hole had been burned in the ceiling, and you could see right up into the infirmary. There were many sparking cables hanging from the ships inner-workings that would normally have not been exposed. There was also many smaller holes in the floor, seemingly burned through to the lower decks. Daxle tried to get closer to one of them when Geharus grabbed his shoulder
"Don't get any closer boy. You touch them cables there, especially the electrified end, you'll be lucky if there's 'nuff of you left for another doctor to identify. Not to mention you'd short out the whole electrical grid on the ship and cause us to be dead in space" the old man warned
"Let me check for my tools, see if I can't fix some of this" he grumbled, and hobbled off to a side closet.
"I don't like this," Hector said quietly to Daxle, who was busy examining the burn residue on a not-so-dangerous burn hole.
"Nothing ever happens on this run. Origin pays us to travel only two directions, and nothing has ever damaged the ship before"
"What if it's just normal wear and tear?" Daxle asked, chipping away some metal with his Utili-tool
"Wear and tear wouldn't cause holes in several decks and damage ship systems, right Geharus?...Geharus?" Hector turned around to look at Geharus, who was supposed to be in the closet. Daxle looked up when he didn't hear a response, and both saw that Geharus wasn't there.
"Where did he go?" Daxle asked, standing up. He looked around towards one end of the common area. He heard a muffled yelp and turned around, and Hector was gone too.
"Guys? I kind of need you to fly the ship...hello?" he shouted, pulling out the blade to his trusty Utili-tool. It was quiet, except of course for the obvious sounds of damage from who-knows-what. He looked left, then right, then up, then forward, and saw nothing.
Suddenly he heard a gurgling-growl from behind him and he turned just as something black and solid collided into him. Whatever it was, its own attack was too quick for itself, so though it bowled over Daxle, it kept on careening.
"WHAT TH-...?!" was all Daxle managed to say as he scrambled up before he was bowled over again. He was tussling with something that black and gooey...The dead courier?! It certainly had arms and was definitely trying to pummel him. He brought his right knew up and tried to twist away, and it seemed to work, mostly because Daxle fell into one of the holes in the floor. Before he fell to the next deck he managed to just grab onto the edge, while the thing that was attacking him leapt off. He swung his other arm to the edge and started to slowly pull himself up.
"What the hell is going on?!" he said aloud. As his head reached the top of the edge, he peered through his squinting effort. There, right in front of him, was a black gooey mass, just waiting. Daxle dropped his head back down, and not a moment too soon. The thing careened over him, missing Daxle by a mere inch. Daxle hauled himself up again and turned to look where it went.
The Creature had caught itself in the the dangling cables, being slowly electro-fried. For the first time, Daxle got a good look at it; sharp, gnashing teeth, a black and gooey body, and evil, evil eyes.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shi-" Daxle said as he tried to scramble to his feet. The whole ship was rocking and groaning things were falling apart and exploding. Something hit Daxle in the head, and he knew no more...
...Hector didn't know where he was on the ship. He only knew that there was a window for him to look out of. He knew he was dying, because a support beam had gone through his stomach. Hector knew that the entire ship had lost all power. He knew that the ship had dropped out of CDD.
He knew that that the ship was still moving, because Geharus always did a running start before entering CDD, and you leave CDD the same speed you entered. Hector knew the ship was still moving because he could see out the window. Hector knew the ship was still moving because he could see Dawn Station off in the distance through the window, coming closer and closer...
OOC: sorry for any grammar or spelling error. Super tired
somewhere between Abjection (P1-10) and Dawn Station
The Courier 2A Class freighter, The Plow, that made the journey to and from the planet Abjection and Dawn Station was nothing special. No extra armaments, no modifications beyond standard design, nothing. Even the two crew members that ran the rather large ship were much beyond what they seemed.
Geharus, the pilot and mechanic, was a frumpy old man with a sneer who didn't talk to anyone but his coworker, Hector, who happened to be a portly man in his middle ages (he handled the navigation and the cargo transferring).
Both didn't talk much and didn't want to know much and simply wanted to do their jobs. In all, crew and ship were absolutely, unequivocally, standard, inconspicuous, and quiet.
Just as Daxle Demalier liked it.
A young man of 23, Daxle Demalier was traveling the stars, using his medical talent where needed, using his charming personality when wanted, all the while stealing what he wanted because, well, hey, a guys' gotta eat.
Daxle had gotten onboard The Plow when he heard that it was the major transporter of supplies and equipment to Dawn Station, a place on the edges of known space. It was an opportunity to go where few had, and possibly "acquire" some new toy from Origin Industries along the way. Getting on board was easy; all he had to do was smile and ask for transport, and Hector said sure. Sometimes he wished women were like that...
Daxle was lounging in the common area, a place set for the 18 or so people that these Courier 2A ships were designed to accommodate, watching the plasma screen. He was flipping through the channels, his brow furrowing whenever one of those cartoonish Yamatai commercials would be on, or sighing with boredom if he landed on a Neplislian Soap Opera. He was horribly bored; there was nothing to do on the ship.
He had already gone through the contents of the cargo bay and it was only filled with standard supplies for the upkeep and survival of a space station, and gods know that no matter how old Geharus looked, he wasn't going to need medical attention soon, which ruled out one of his favorite things to do. He stood up and put on his jacket, a black leather with the right arm missing and a Red Cross stitched to the front. He was pacing around when Hector came wheezing into the common area.
"Evenin' young man. We should be hitting Dawn Station in about an hour" Hector said in an indifferent tone, passing Daxle altogether on his way to the other side of the common area.
"Where are you goin'?" Daxle asked, very curious. Anything was better than sitting here. Hector turned back, and Daxle could see a slight sign of interest in the man's eye.
"Got a hail from a Journey class shuttle that was heading in our direction. A courier, with an urgent message. Might be some trouble at Dawn that needs warnin' about. We just stopped for a moment to pick it up and we'll be getting on our way," Hector replied, turning and hurrying out the portal. Daxle let out a "Huh," in pleasant surprise and, picking up his pack/traveling medkit, followed Hector out to the cargo section, which had plenty of room to take in the small shuttle.
They both watched the small shuttle land in the cargo bay through a view-screen outside the airlock, and waited for the cargo bay doors to close and the bay itself to repressurize before going in themselves. It was a standard Journey class shuttle, one person to fly and several others to live in during a trip. The hatch to it had opened but nobody had walked out.
"Huh, for a courier with an urgent message, they don't seem too intent on delivering it" Daxle stated, looking at Hector with raised eyebrows. Hector only harrumphed and waddled up the ramp. Daxle waited, when he suddenly heard the sound of the engines of The Plow start up and felt the ship start to move. Daxle had learned that Geharus like to get a running start before kicking in the CDD, even though it was perfectly pointless. 'To each his own' Daxle thought, when he was abruptly startled with Hector calling out his name.
"Daxle, you're a doctor right?" Hector asked frantically as he hobbled down the ramp. He was very panic-stricken and sweaty.
"Of sorts yes. Why?" Daxle asked, but Hector did not respond. He just shook his head and leaned against the side of the shuttle to support himself.
Daxle look incredulously at Hector, then climbed on board the shuttle. His shoulders slumped a little bit, for there in a black Origin uniform, slumped over the piloting console was the courier, very obviously dead.
Some time later...
Hector was in the cockpit with Geharus, calming his nerves by keeping an eye on the navigation charts and assisting in keeping the craft on course. Neither men looked up from the consoles to say anything to other, until Daxle slowly sauntered into the room.
"Well Daxle, you all done?" old man Geharus asked in his gravelly voice, his usual sneer making him look like he might throw up any moment. Daxle sat down on the chair to the weapons station, a seat never sat on before. He didn't answer right away, his mind too troubled by what he had seen.
"Daxle?" Hector asked when Daxle didn't respond. It shook Daxle out of his daze, and he was able to look up at the two old gentlemen.
"Yea...the body, right. Um, well...I can't really say" Daxle managed to say. The two old men looked at each other, giving each other confused looks.
"What...what I mean to say is; I have no idea what that pilot even is. When I went to see how he died, he just turned into some black goo on the table" Daxle told them, not even believing himself. Geharus pushed a few buttons on his console then stood up. A little sign read "Auto-pilot" on a screen.
"Show me. Lets go to the infirmary and you can show me this black goo. Crazy doctor tales I tellz ya" he grumped as Daxle left the cockpit first with Geharus following, and Hector huffing behind. They got out into the central corridor when they heard a lot of metal clanking, a hissing noise, some sparking, and a metallic groan.
"That certainly wasn't good," remarked Hector. The three moved to the common area, and what they saw was a mess. A hole had been burned in the ceiling, and you could see right up into the infirmary. There were many sparking cables hanging from the ships inner-workings that would normally have not been exposed. There was also many smaller holes in the floor, seemingly burned through to the lower decks. Daxle tried to get closer to one of them when Geharus grabbed his shoulder
"Don't get any closer boy. You touch them cables there, especially the electrified end, you'll be lucky if there's 'nuff of you left for another doctor to identify. Not to mention you'd short out the whole electrical grid on the ship and cause us to be dead in space" the old man warned
"Let me check for my tools, see if I can't fix some of this" he grumbled, and hobbled off to a side closet.
"I don't like this," Hector said quietly to Daxle, who was busy examining the burn residue on a not-so-dangerous burn hole.
"Nothing ever happens on this run. Origin pays us to travel only two directions, and nothing has ever damaged the ship before"
"What if it's just normal wear and tear?" Daxle asked, chipping away some metal with his Utili-tool
"Wear and tear wouldn't cause holes in several decks and damage ship systems, right Geharus?...Geharus?" Hector turned around to look at Geharus, who was supposed to be in the closet. Daxle looked up when he didn't hear a response, and both saw that Geharus wasn't there.
"Where did he go?" Daxle asked, standing up. He looked around towards one end of the common area. He heard a muffled yelp and turned around, and Hector was gone too.
"Guys? I kind of need you to fly the ship...hello?" he shouted, pulling out the blade to his trusty Utili-tool. It was quiet, except of course for the obvious sounds of damage from who-knows-what. He looked left, then right, then up, then forward, and saw nothing.
Suddenly he heard a gurgling-growl from behind him and he turned just as something black and solid collided into him. Whatever it was, its own attack was too quick for itself, so though it bowled over Daxle, it kept on careening.
"WHAT TH-...?!" was all Daxle managed to say as he scrambled up before he was bowled over again. He was tussling with something that black and gooey...The dead courier?! It certainly had arms and was definitely trying to pummel him. He brought his right knew up and tried to twist away, and it seemed to work, mostly because Daxle fell into one of the holes in the floor. Before he fell to the next deck he managed to just grab onto the edge, while the thing that was attacking him leapt off. He swung his other arm to the edge and started to slowly pull himself up.
"What the hell is going on?!" he said aloud. As his head reached the top of the edge, he peered through his squinting effort. There, right in front of him, was a black gooey mass, just waiting. Daxle dropped his head back down, and not a moment too soon. The thing careened over him, missing Daxle by a mere inch. Daxle hauled himself up again and turned to look where it went.
The Creature had caught itself in the the dangling cables, being slowly electro-fried. For the first time, Daxle got a good look at it; sharp, gnashing teeth, a black and gooey body, and evil, evil eyes.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shi-" Daxle said as he tried to scramble to his feet. The whole ship was rocking and groaning things were falling apart and exploding. Something hit Daxle in the head, and he knew no more...
...Hector didn't know where he was on the ship. He only knew that there was a window for him to look out of. He knew he was dying, because a support beam had gone through his stomach. Hector knew that the entire ship had lost all power. He knew that the ship had dropped out of CDD.
He knew that that the ship was still moving, because Geharus always did a running start before entering CDD, and you leave CDD the same speed you entered. Hector knew the ship was still moving because he could see out the window. Hector knew the ship was still moving because he could see Dawn Station off in the distance through the window, coming closer and closer...
OOC: sorry for any grammar or spelling error. Super tired
