The Vents Aren't Friends... {CLOSED. DONE.}

[nicholas]

Smart little bastards weren't they? Seeing the Stalkers retreat once more after their failed attack on him, Nicholas used his suit's motion tracker to track their movements in and among the maze of crates, noting that their movements were clearly organized, almost like a pack of wolves. A subject he was extremely familiar with - back during their training and induction as mere candidates rather than true Spartans, every child became intuitively familiar with team tactics. They had to be - given that they were using the relatively paper thin SPI suits, not a single one of them was a direct match for a Elite or Brute, let alone a Hunter pair, and as such they reviewed examples such as wolves on an almost daily basis. This wouldn't be easy - the things were quick and apparently capable of intelligent thought and communication, and it wasn't like he could understand what they were saying to one another. That, combined with the fact that they were apparently relatively cautious, more or less made the entire situation a pain in the ass - he'd have to lure them out one by one and as such deal with them one by one. Of course he could always use the advantages that his armor granted him to just jump down and do things the old fashioned way without the use of his rifle, but somehow Nicholas knew that would be a bad idea - it grated against everything he'd been taught and every instinct he had to risk getting surrounded like that, and he had a feeling that things would end rather badly if he attempted it.

Continuing to comtemplate exactly how he would deal with the new developments and beginning to grow increasingly irritated with his on again, off again guide, Nicholas used those few seconds to thumb he magazine loose from his rifle - completely empty - before picking it up, pocketing it and racking a fresh mag into place, sliding a the first round into the chamber all within two seconds, his motions practiced and fluid despite the relatively small amount of attention he paid to the act itself. A stupid reaction on his part, even if it had been necessary - the BR55 was not designed for suppressive fire, and in full auto the magazine emptied in the blink of an eye. That was the M7 and MA5 series' jobs, and the first thing he was going to do after meeting up with the other group would be to go back to the transport and get suitable weapons for the job - these things clearly weren't Covenant, and as such what he had with him didn't exactly fit with the context of what he needed to do. All in all, less than ideal.

The moment he had slapped the fresh magazine and round into place, though, was the moment that all hell broke loose. Just as Nicholas lost the Stalkers on his motion tracker he suddenly picked up three more contacts, and one of them was big - had he not been aboard a ship Nicholas would have been sure it was a vehicle of some sort, and his blood ran cold for a moment when he thought of the only "infantry" units he knew of capable of showing up that large on the motion tracker - he did NOT want to deal with Hunters at the moment, however unlikely it might have been. This thing was alone, though, but as the Spartan quickly glanced up to see two highly distorted figures drop out of the vent he'd been watching earlier, the other two contacts on his tracker, the far end of the cargo bay seemed to explode in a rain of metal as whatever the big contact was simply bludgeoned its way through the door he'd arrived from earlier. As the thing, whatever the hell it was, charged towards him from across the cargo bay in motions very reminiscent of a large ape, tossing several ton cargo containers about like pieces of trash in the wind, Nicholas made a tactical decision right then and there - run like hell and shoot as he moved.

The hallway - he needed to get there, and fast. He had an idea in his head of how to deal with most if not all of the creatures at once, but he'd need to move fast. Not just for his sake - while speed would be important there for making it out of this himself, he had no idea how little time he had before the other survivors reached the area he was in, and he needed to deal with the problem now, before they arrived. As Nicholas shot up to his full height out of his crouch, he noticed the Stalkers from earlier finally moving behind him, attempting to get in close from behind. At this point, though, Nicholas was fine with that - if they wanted a close quarters fight he'd give it to them, more or less if only because he'd rather take them over the thing rapidly approaching him from the other side of the cavernous room. Spinning around as he stood up, Nicholas lunged forward towards the smaller creatures, bringing his rifle up in a one handed, pistol like grip as he extended the arm forward and attempted to press the tip of the barrel against the forehead of the leading creature, pulling the trigger as he did so - with any luck the resultant automatic fire would eat off the entire creature's head of within moments this close in, at least depriving it of its hearing and eyesight. His left hand, in the meantime, came up to the sheath on his chestpiece, drawing the nine inch combat knife in one fluid motion as he pressed on, intending to crush the creature he was shooting at between him and the ground on the offchance that depriving it of a head didn't do the job.

[samus]

Not good. Not at all good.

No matter how many times Samus went over what she had onboard and no matter how many timesshe checked the gunship's repair status and diagnostics she kept reaching the same conclusion - there were simply not enouch resources on board to fix everything. It would have been an entirely different matter had they made landfall on a planet, but out here in the middle of nowhere there was nothing - the nanomachines stored aboard the gunship for self repair were impressive but they couldn't manufacture matter from vacuum. The only things left for her to cannibalize were the ship itself, life support and provisions, and last of all her Fusion Suit, and while it certainly wasn't her Power Suit there was no way in hell she was going to "recycle" that.

The maddening thing was that Adam, as resourceful and seemingly all knowing as he was - even more so in his newly reborn "form" - had reached the exact same conclusion, but unlike her he had been able to assign exact numbers; they had two interstellar jumps before their newly (and barely) repaired engines died, and with no way to fix them again they would be stuck for good wherever they ended up, assuming that a jump was even possible - without actually knowing where they actually were, attempting such a thing was about one of the riskiest maneuvers a pilot could attempt lest they accidentally run into a star or some other large form of matter. Aside from that they, or rather Samus, had only another two and a half days of life support and provisions left, four to five if she was stingy with creature comforts. In short, the clock was ticking down and she had zero options - Adam, while mercifully silent as he kept trying to futilely find a way out of the mess, had been "gone" for nearly a day. In the interrim Samus had little to do but wait, as she'd already done all that could be done from her end, and it was just as the woman began to drift off to sleep inside of her suit that a sharp noise from the ship's pilot's console drew her attention.

I have something.

As the simple text filled the only active screen on the console, the others having been shut off to conserve energy, Samus felt something akin to a wave of relief pass through her as she read them - while short and terse, Adam would not have bothered mentioning anything if he hadn't thought that whatever he had found didn't show promise.

"Show me."

The moment Samus replied a second and third screen lit up alongside the first, and while the first was merely a display of various readings taken by the ship's sensors, what caught Samus's attention was the second, showing a clear direction of a energy spike - not natural, and while not an exact match it closely resembled the kind given off by civilian ships, and big ones. Even better was that it was only a single jump away - the only problem was that if Samus was anywhere near her original starting point or in the uncharted areas, that likely meant survey vessels or scientific transports, both of which would have Federation escorts. As it was, though, that reading was all she had to go on, and staying where she was wasn't much of an option - plus there was the fact that if the reading was in fact what she thought it was, there would be civilians present, a fact that would hopefully prevent the Federation vessels from taking any sort of offensive action against her, assuming they were even after her to begin with. Still, it was her best shot at actually finding a way to get her ship repaired, nevermind finding out where she actually was.

"Keep looking, but I think we have a way out. If there's any sign of Federation activity I want to know about it." Samus said as she sat up, leaning forward to reach the gunship's controls, powering up the engines and bringing the front of the vessel about to face the direction the energy spike was originating from. As Adam's screen simply went blank as he set to his appointed task Samus activated the ship's drive, the vessel seeming to leap forward as they shot towards the source of the signal. As they moved Samus kept a close eye on the ship's engine status - while the source of whatever Adam had found was only a few minutes away, the engines were already beginning to make sounds they should not have been making, and the engines were already beginning to redline. Thankfully they managed to stay in one piece until Samus shut them off herself, but as they dropped back into normal space she saw that they were not the only ones in trouble.

Several dozen kilometers ahead of them was a large vessel of a make that Samus did not recognize - it was neither Federation nor Space Pirate, which while plusses with her was marred by the fact that another smaller but significantly sized ship had plowed right into the aft section of the first ship.

.... the first ship appears to be heavily damaged. While I detect no atmosphere leaking from the hull, there are numerous breaches concentrated towards the rear half of the ship, although the engines and reactor themselves appear to be relatively undamaged, and there are several lifesigns aboard, along with a number of other signatures that I can't recognize, I'll keep looking into that. The second ship is lost, however - several significant hull breaches are present and are no longer venting atmosphere, and I can only find small power sources, likely emergency.

As Samus merely looked at the carnage and read the screen in a detached manner, deciding whether or not it would be safe to approach the wrecks, Adam moved on his own - seeing that the the first ship's communication systems seemed to be relatively undamaged, the AI sent out a tentative electronic greeting and query regarding the ship's status.

[arachnidsGrip]

{ALRIGHT FOLKS! We're skipping Dib since Roxie is missing in action o__O ; then if Enkashi/Nemo doesn't post, Then Adamanta's getting skipped and if Jaxeh dun post then Mako's getting skipped. THEN IT'S BACK TO ME WITH BAO YU :'D ! Posters on their third strike of getting skipped, or miss the activity check for that matter, will be pulled out of the thread entirely C: That's plenty fair and this thread has been going on for a while.}

RIGHT! So after sending a bunch of offshoot, doomed timeline victims caught in her web just to find out solutions for those in the Alpha timeline, Vriska Serket checked on what she missed during this time and fast forwarded through the timeline a bit. ....and...facepalmed....this guy just IGNORED her advice ENTIRELY! It was like talking to a wall or something since from the footage she captured, he was shooting them in the head rather than going for an easy kill by maiming its limbs to oblivion! What an idiot....to think she gave this guy the benefit of a doubt and actually thought he'd LISTEN to someone who knows what they're talking about. Their skulls were thick and from what the disposable versions of these human grubs had to work with didn't quite make it a good idea to smack something in the head. Granted, one of the strongest weapons these guys could get their mitts on could do the trick...but this guy's gun didn't quite make that cut so it was no wonder they were all messing with him like a bunch of trolls. Sure, she was trolling him...but it was a more USEFUL method of trolling.

Or at least she most certainly thought so. On top of all this, the group he was supposed to meet with WASN'T EVEN THERE YET! This was infuriating to say the very least...what the HELL were they doing?! As much as she didn't want to directly intervene with them...with how crappy they were pulling this off....maybe she'd have to do a bit more. Lowering her hand as she glared at the screen in disgust....part of the Alternian troll just wanted to pick them off....but they ALL needed each others help to make it out. Just one of them against this whole ship was ludicrous....so it was time to formulate a new plan. Though she had to admit....he was definitely proving useful with all that shiny equipment and utilizing it fairly well.

The more she thought about it, the more it sunk in that he was a soldier and if he was anything like their soldiers....OBVIOUSLY they wouldn't listen to someone like her when it came to battle strategy. Not so much an idiot as he was stubborn. Okay....so she'd have to tweak her methods a little more....just a bit....and inform him what was going up with the team.

arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling soldierGuy [SG]

AG: Kudos to you for finding out a new way to handle these things! Others tried hitting them in the head and let's just say they died quickly.
AG: Pretty pathetic if I do say so myself, then again they didn't have your sweet load out!!!!!!!!
AG: 8ut o8viously, now isn't the time to 8e cele8r8ing right away.
AG: The human gru8s who were supposed to meet up with you are in a 8it of trou8le.
AG: Let's just say they're getting mo88ed too.
AG: I'm going to see if I can get your little lighting situation fixed, 8ut if that doesn't go well, there should be a flashlight near 8y that will offer you 8etter lighting than what you have now.
AG: Should 8e at the far left corner of the room ahead of you attached to a mangled up ro8ot.
AG: Next tip I'm going to give you is crucial 8ecause I think I've figured out something with the fleshy looking thing that reminds me of Earth gorillas crossed with a cra8 or some sh8t like that.
AG: Anyway, it has glowing spots which seem to 8e their weak points.
AG: Soooooooo guess what I want you to do??
AG: Keep your distance and try to shoot it from the 8ack riiiiiiiight 8etween the shoulder 8lades.
AG: Let's just say it didn't 8ode well when others managed to hit it there.

If the soldier managed to actually look where she mentioned, there was actually a ray of light pointed toward the wall and a shaded figure shooting out a few sparks from its trashed up form. The poor shaded figure seemed to be more smashed up than anything else from what little could be seen by its outlines. As if it got in the way rather than being treated like a meal. Minimizing that little chat window, she figured he wasn't going to respond right away but would have to contact him again soon. Opening up "fixerUpper"s window, she had to deal with the awakening drag queen....may her luck actually come in handy cause this guy was a total moron. Not a stubborn soldier with smarts, but a COMPLETE IDIOT! Groaning to herself in disgust of having to work with someone more incompetent than Tavros....this was like a nightmare come true.

Picking up one of the Magic 8balls from her pile, she slammed it into the desk to relieve some stress and dusted off its blue goo coated remains. ALRIGHT....now she was ready to deal with the stupid!

AG: Alright, guy who would pro8a8ly get along handsomely with Kanaya........remem8er my previous message?
AG: I need you to not 8e a 8lundering moron and get the lights on for the soldier down there.
AG: You know, if you're competent enough to turn on a light switch.
AG: (::::

....what was this? Someone else entered the timeline as well? Normally she'd check on it, but she had to keep an eye on this fashionista loser's window and view port. For all she knew, she'd have to stop him from ruining EVERYTHING and intervene.

[adamanta]

Suddenly, the beastie she'd stepped IN came to life and began to sink his teeth into her ankle, making a spirited attempt at eating her! She squeaked, and cried out in pain, but another slasher landed on her shoulders, and made a day of stabbing all its limbs into whatever bits of her it could possibly reach. Pain flashed all up and down every synapse, but it STILL wasn't enough! Yet ANOTHER rammed its blades into her guts and stuck out of her back, making her a good deal quieter as her blood dripped. But she didn't fall over. Oh hell no. She... staggered, flailing, making a noise reminiscient of half-life zombies as she did.

3... The one on her head pulled one blade from her chest and insterted it again with a wet packing noise, spraying her blood, and she slugged it. It was attached, wasn't it? That meant it couldn't easily dodge, didn't it? She was healing, but she was in blinding pain. 2... the one on her foot was stamped and kicked against things at random, preferably walls but who knows, flailing the thing against the wall - its pain was less than any of the others, but dear me, wasn't she making a spirited attempt at breaking every bone in its body. 1... The one on her gut had pretty much the reign of the place, having quite a lot of vicious fun at perforating her bowels and insides with its blades, repeatedly stabbing away at her belly, each one making its mark and closing quickly behind it.

0. Suddenly, Adamanta Lurched and began to expand as her senses were overwhelmed with stress and pain. She screamed out in fury, and grabbed the ones on her chest and belly by the chest, her palms closing over them and giving them a HELLUVA squeeze, before spiking them on the ground like they were footballs. She went spare, absolutely monkey-poo pissed, a screaming litany rising from her as she flailed the pair against the wall, denting it inward as she did, reaching Alpha state as she screeched "YOURSTINKYBLADESHURTYOUSTUPIDUGLYHIDDENVALLEYPARACRAPTROOPERPINKBELLIEDSNIVELINGCRUDMUDGEONSILLMAKEYOUREGRETTHEDAYYOUDECIDEDTOBECOMEMEANIEZOMBIETHINGSWITHPOKEYBITS---" and it went on and on, the blue-skinned woman's wounds rapidly closing, pushing out dribbly bits and pleanty of chunks of bone that didnt matter much as they went, leaving bare blue flesh, not visibly harmed.

[npc]

Troubled Soldier

Severing the ring leader’s head was despondently…..DENIED. Smart tactic but the head stalker of the group wasn’t that stupid to fall for the soldier’s gunning reaction like it’s previous buddy down on the floor level. Yet that didn’t mean the leader of the bunch was unharmed as it tried to evade the frontal firing assault before quickly jumping back down to floor level. The soldier had gotten a few shots here and there. Mainly on the more open side of it’s body got damaged which was a ugly fleshy scratch on the surface of it’s shoulder blade and even losing one of it’s three claws. If anything it was clever because if the head stalker didn’t move in time the creature would have befallen the same fate as one of it’s group members that had been behind it at the time of the risky behind maneuver. The poor back up had lost a whole arm and most of it’s head, and was now in the mercy of the soldier’s pounce attack with a knife. What a shame…..

Not bothering to help the struggling group member that had lucked out in the sneak attack, the leader figured it would probably be dead or if by some chance would knock the soldier off to the ground and finally be in the mercy of the rest of the group. But instead, once the soldier got on top of the unlucky stalker, it was trying to shake the man off of it very hard. Now stabbing the vitals or slashing at the rotting skin wouldn’t really do much and if one was trying to remove the tough attached limbs that were possible to stop the stalker from moving, than they would need to be able to steadily chop a limb off even if the creature’s moving made it extremely difficult. What made matters worse was that it fell to the floor due to becoming off balance from the weight of Nicholas and his armor. The ending product once the stalker quickly regained it’s footing was only for it to fall right back on the floor again as it struggled to keep moving. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance now and to make matters worse, the brute was close enough that some of the flying crates were landing in Nicholas and the stalker’s direction. Plus where did the extra problems on the ceiling go?

In the darkness it was quite hard to tell if they were still at their current spot or had disappeared. Hmmmm, maybe a source of light could shed some truth to where those little troublemaking lurkers were up to and that light source was luckily in this area at time. Somewhere on the far left corner of the large room was a robot camouflaged in debris that had become retire from duty later before outside help had arrived. Still holding a weird contraption that made light form from it, the equipment wouldn’t be too hard to notice from afar since it had still been on, forming a light to direct the soldier of its location.

[Captain Mako]

Mako kept up his grin as they walked through the dead bodies but something about them bothered him. Something about them was off. They didn't lack limbs, there was no blood... no wounds... There was something off about the whole ordeal. When they moved Mako was thankful as ever he was born as he was. A human... a human was a not a born hunter. Their brains, their intelligence, their learned ruthlessness and ability to adapt with their brains to any environment had sealed their place as top of the food chain. By their minds and hands they ruled. A shark was an apex predator designed from the tip of it's tail to the tip of it's nose to be the ultimate aquatic predator. While not very intelligent it's bloodlust, it's power, it's sheer in born ruthlessness had insured it's place in the food chain as an apex predator. Mako... was a shark overlaying a human template. A predator does not hesitate when surprised, it doesn't try to say 'this isn't possible' it reacts and deals with the consequences... A predators instinct, a human mind... what happened next wouldn't come as a surprise to those would might consider it.

Mako's hand darted forward as he moved his body sideways. The creature swung a blade arm at him but as he dodged he grabbed hold of one of it's arms and kicked out with his leg. A leg that had behind his body weight and the entire power of his body. It lashed out hitting the creature in the chest. Physics were unkind to the creature as the cataclysmic blow to the chest lunched it down the hall... minus it's arms. Mako grinned.

"Talk about a disarming disagreement."

Mako was a shark. A apex predator in the template of a man. All the shark's senses, all it's instincts and when the others came out of the doorway he had passed he turned grinning at them wildly. The necros were humans reshaped and warped for one purpose to kill. Their was no subtlety to their attacks, no artfulness to their ambushes. Their warped bodies were things that Mako had only pity for. His body Taking the arms in hand he bite down with teeth designed by mother nature to be one of the deadliest mouths in nature. His bite ripped off most of the arm and a quick nibble took off the finger. He pointed the blade at the three uncoming creatures and jump forward slashing screaming at the top of his impressive lungs.

"YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

[npc]

Team of Get the Hell Out of Here!

After a good moment or two as Mako and Adamanta had their hands tied with a difficult group of necromorphs of their own, the wall monster who at the moment was hugging poor Bao to death was finally forced to let go due to her persistent struggle against it. AWWWWW but it wanted to keep hugging….Why Bao no like it’s hugging?! For one it was a pervert so the damn monster got little of what it truly deserved. Sad thing was when it let go, all that momentum she pushed forward to get free actually pushed her away from the wall monster and if she ever turned back Bao would soon noticed that there hadn’t been a wall monster to begin with. Like Bao’s vision of her long since passing granny, the monster that had contained her for the time being was also just another illusion yet stronger and more deceiving though not the same could be said about her big headed friend. While she had struggled with the illusion, the teen boy made an obsessive fan of his head that decided to pounced itself towards Dib and latched itself on the upper part of his body (aka the head area). The obsessive head fan was apparently one of the pack members and it’s screeching screams for ‘joy’ could be heard throughout the hallway as it attacked Dib like some rapid face hugger raccoon making the teenage boy involuntarily move backwards and bumped into an open downward wall vent that sent him and his friend bye bye to the level below.

Now of course that sole pack member hadn’t been alone, it’s five buddies were around near the door leading to the cargo bay, thus it was an indefinite decision whether Bao should go back and help her troubled comrades or deal with them as they closed in on her from that side. Oh the choice, either way she was screwed if she stood there too long. As for Mako and Adamanta, they seemed to be handling things…pretty fine. Some to most necro goonies were eliminated aside from roughly pushed to the curb goony and a few that Mako was about to face. It looked like a fair match even though the two had been out numbered at first, but now it was even…or as even as it could be. Suddenly the lights started to flicker on and off, though the transitioning was 20 seconds off each time making the area look more creepier than it already was. Oh the joys of the newly seizure like issue. Oooooh! And it looks like the friends from before have already joined the party in slashing shark man and generator woman. What will happen next?

[Phin <---> Zilla]

“Nooooooo too stocky it just makes the dress ride up like some uncomfortable jock strap on a twig chick. Hmmmm, maybe if I do THIS! ….Wait…no no no no, that won’t do either. Now the dress looks like a pin cushion in all the wrong places BUUUUUT that does give me an idea for my winter line.” Rubbing his chin with a look of consideration on that purty yet masculine face of his, Zilla at this very moment was lying down on the bright white floor that pretty much match the large room décor. To people on the earth he so much as loved, the room looked like something from a psychological movie, which was basically a white room that had no doors, windows, and even furniture. The only items in the room was the sketch book and pencil he had been using for quite some time now, a remote control, and the its partner the old box tv with the antennas sticking out of its head like bunny ears. In Zilla simplest words, he found this room to be dull…. This was primarily why he liked color in the first place. After staying in this plain white room time after time when Phin took over and lived her daily part of life he was stuck here alone. No interacting with others and if there had been an interaction, it was when he sometimes had the opportunity to interact with Phin by speaking which was rare since brain wave lengths weren’t always in sync. So during those lonely hours of me, myself, and I, he drew out ideas for work with that creative mind of his which invented the next clothing line fashion savvy’s always anticipated.

For the last few hours his mind had been so engrossed in his work that Zilla wasn’t paying attention to the ancient tv that sat in front of him. He even had it on mute due to the fact that on the screen was Phin’s life through her eyes at the time being. And just like this room…it was dull since all she ever did was fix things and talk to the animated box people that helped her maintain her hermit turtle nest up in space. Nothing really thrilling ever happened. Though he’d always glance to check to see if anything progressed in her life this time his concentration was too stuck on the sketch book. Now this was probably the time he should have paid attention considering all that was going on was VERY important. That length of time he wasn’t paying attention to the box showed some pretty graphic things like necromorph outbreak, Phin getting stabbed, newcomers entering the now infested area, and now at this very moment as Phin blackout. The tv screen was now showing a static picture with white noise that boomed out from the tv which made Zilla jump, roll, and shriek like a school girl. Having his lean muscles tense up as he looked to the screen finally, his expression looked frantic before he picked up the remote to mute the volume once more. It wasn’t muting…. Hehehehehe….Why wasn’t it muting? “Come on mute already!” He said while he kept pressing the button on the controller, Zilla even did sexy button pressing poses in hopes it would cooperate with him. Again it wasn’t working….

“Straaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange. Normally it WOULD work.” Having his brows bunch together like an angry Japanese man, he got up and left his little set up on the floor to figure out what was wrong with the tv. Five minutes later…..
“GAH I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! SHUT UP YOU STUPID BOX OF PROBLEMS!” Having done about everything in his nimble power to shut off that inferno white noise racket nothing seemed to work. Finally ceasing his technology rage fit and plopping his pretty behind on the ground, Zilla sat right in front of the noisy contraption to attempt one more thing. His extremelyscarytothepointit’sfuckedup death glare. Of course that didn’t work….a glare to that magnitude was considered pansy level. Luckily though the more he kept staring at the almost destroyed tv screen, something in the screen began to flicker for a moment then cease all together and then come back again. Leaning in a little closer to figure out what was on the screen which he hoped this whole white noise effect wasn’t Phin having hit her head hard irony of words…, the image looked real bizarre of some unknown language and what looked to be some sort of statue that swirled until it made a sharp tip on the top. Leaning in even closer than before, the next part he wasn’t so prepared for because the closer he got to the tv the darker and eerie his white room became until sudden through the unstable staticy tv finally turned off. “What in lady gag-“ And then suddenly a disturbing face appeared on the screen that looked awfully similar to a male scientist that hadn’t given him pleasant thoughts during his stay at a governmental facility or what he and Phin like to call prison. What’s even worse was that this image of the man looked creepier aka bleeding from the eye and a messed up mouth that didn’t even look functional and all which brought Zilla to do the obvious scream like a pansy and attempt to run. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Now of course it was too late to run away like a sissy, because for one it was pitch black in the room and the other was that the man in the tv did what ring girl did in the movies…..He came halfway of the screen and grabbed his leg made Zilla fall and dragged the poor cross into the screen. Next thing Zilla knew he jolted awake on ground in a fright, heart pounding like crazy and all. Holding his chest for a moment, he quickly veered his eyes to his legs which remembered had been grabbed before everything had went completely dark. Ok nothing was on them good; it had all been a nightmare…errrr…sort of. ….Wait….no…..OH GWAD NO! Why was he wearing beat up bloodied sneakers?! ”N....No....not my precious...shoes...” He said very faintly before letting a hopeless girly moan slip out from his lips. PHIN WHY YOU DO THIS TO HIM, HUH?!!! Seriously, it ain’t funny… Groggily getting up and noticing that his fashion problem got even worse, what Phin had been wearing at the time wasn’t pleasant if you call a bloodied jumpsuit, t-shirt, and sneakers pleasant then you were just STUPID. Looking at his attire in disgust, Zilla worked his fabulous magic and fixed the problem by improvising. Oddly with the ripping, pulling, and tying, he now looked like something out of stereotypical prison movie with men that acted like ‘women’. Take a guess, because it ain’t that hard to figure out. After he was fashionfide, he finally looked around to where Phin had left him when she decided to suddenly retired. Had she hit her head or something? Cause he was in the one place that didn’t make sense, normally when he woke up lately it had been near a roaring engine or on table from figuring out the a good 274 ways to control airborne particles by wind. Why this enclosed room that stationed…Sir M. Oh great…Sir Mistress’s door mat one of the few snarky jerks he could tolerate but would have better made the robot useful as scrap metal for his personal wardrobe. Turning to the barricade door, Zilla was gonna make a run for it cause like hell he was going to stay with the meanie. ”Mr. Zilla, though I would find it extremely amusing….” Right as Zilla’s hand touched the door he turned to look at Sir M. ”Find what amu- Aaaaah!” He screamed and jumped simultaneously when something banged hard against the door and let out a unnatural yell. ”That. Well, like I thought it was EXTREMELY amusing. Now if you don’t mind, step away from the door before you injure yourself or better yet me.”

Following the snarky butler’s orders for once, Zilla wasn’t at all too happy to start his return to the world like this. Just what in red paradas happe- OH LOOK BUTTONS! Quickly moving near Sir M and the buttons were, these looked very interesting to the point he was about to press a button that had the words written out top ‘For Emergency Use Only!’. And then just as quickly as Zilla’s ninja changing skills, Sir M swatted his hand away from it. ”Hands off the switches or you’ll blow up sky high into space from stupidity, Mr. Zilla.” Frowning at the robot with a metal rob up it’s butt, Zilla just rolled his eyes and said ”Fiiiiine.” Watching as the butler gave him the chair had been on for last few hours; Zilla parked his pretty butt down before straying his attention away from Sir M as the butler had more important things to do like helping Miss Bao out which Zilla had been filled in on their current situation at the moment. Wow was Phin in a bind and she even brought her own ch-cilent into this matter or was that the ever so trolling Buttons fault? Well go figure if it was but anyways he watched for a good moment at the chaos that unfolded before one of the counter monitors in front of him had a medium window pop up and it apparently was from a complete stranger at that. arachnidsGrip was the send of this messengers window and they had a lot to talk about to Phin and even him apparently. Reading the first group of message his expression looked shocked but then as he got to finish it all his expression was all but happy. Cracking his fingers he began to type back in retort to those rude comments that made him think the stranger deserve a bitch from him in person for calling him stupid in so many ways.

FU: Don’t push it hun or you’ll get more than this reply back.
FU: And aside from you calling magnificent me such an incompetent idiot how about you look in the mirror before calling others names HM?!
FU: You for sure can’t write proper English with those off eights you seem to place in at any time you see fit and I bet you don’t even know what in style clothes are if it smacked you in the face. Or maybe it already did!
FU: And in the process you’re missing an eye and some important limb you find useful. Poor you deary, do you want me to give you a straw so you can suck it up?
FU: Yeah, I just went there. ^_^
FU: But anyways even if you’re a rude little thing, I’ll follow what you said since I’m my not STUPID to begin with. You’re feisty one I’ll give you that much and even a bonus for having a heart which is ok in my books since you’re helping….whoever you are.

fixerUpper[FU] majorly screwed up and is unable to speak to arachnidsGrip [AG]

Screwed up were the right terms for it, since Zilla thought the light switch activation for the cargo bay was a yellow switch that said power….Oh was he so so VERY wrong. It turned everything off. ”Uh….oh……” Panicking for a moment, he quickly switched on the power which turned it on though now there was an unstable flickering delay in the lights. Turning to see Sir M looking at him not too pleased with arms crossed and all, Zilla could only say this. ”Oops?”

[Bao Yu Chao]

Wait. What. Bao Yu...was...holding her axe wielding arm rather tightly in the midst of trying to break free to everyone else around her. Well that looked absolutely stupid, now didn't it? In fact, when she let herself go, she crashed right into the ground and dropped her axe! That sucked, now didn't it? Closing her eyes upon impact for a moment, those sapphire optics reopened to see her glorious axe. Making quick work to grab it, the rich brat with a degree in ass-kicking turned to face the wall which held her back. All...to..see...nothing there.

What...the...hell...no like seriously! What the freaking hell was that all about? Wondering GREATLY about her mental health at this time, she didn't know what this was all about. What if she ended up...say...oh...maybe ENDANGERING everyone she was around?! That just wouldn't be good, not by a long shot! Part of her wanted to blurt out warnings from left to right about this little concern buuuut, snapping to her senses took a bit long and they were in a butt-ton of danger and going up murderous shit creek without a paddle! Alright, so it was time to assess the situation...breathing heavily with a pattern of panic to it, she observed everything while quickly getting herself up.

Sure, her body was in pain but that was alright...fine and dandy just like lemon candy. As if she was a stranger to a thing like that! That guy from another dimension with what people called a ``big head`` for whatever reason was long gone and...she didn't know if she should see if that crazy illusion of her deceased grandmother was actually giving her a clue, go after him, or even...maybe...help the others. Oh for the love of her bank account...Bao Yu's head felt like it was spinning with the three-too-many decisions for what to do! Gripping onto her her forehead and gritting her teeth while glaring at nothing in particular out of sheer frustration...tick tock was going the time clock because MORE things happened in that moment of internal debate. That's right...more annoying little bastards were showing up and she had to make a choice QUICK. Normal people would scream or even cry right now about being stuck in a horrific corner...but no, not the paranormal investigator who was also more often than a hunter!

Closer and closer, they were running over like a bunch of angry monkeys and no poop to fling! Mako and Adamanta could protect themselves...Dib on the other hand...she wasn't so sure. There was something she couldn't risk, letting a discovery like him slip pass her fingers! But first, deal with the pissed off flesh jerks screaming like...whatever the hell they were! Doing her best to ignore all the pangs and pains in her body, the girl with a cotton candy color scheme going on for her hair ran down the hallway and toward the cargo bay. Doing what many would call a rock star power slide by gaining momentum then dropping to her knees so she'd slide across the floor...IT WAS GREAT TO BE WEARING HER SILKY PAJAMIES! Leaning back a bit, it felt an awful lot like a movie where people where dodging bullets in trench coats and sunglasses.

Except, you know...she swung the axe at their legs in an attempt to chop them off as she passed. Giving them a death glare and sneering as though they were hobos who wanted to give her a hug. About to flip them off at the same time...she...was in too much shock to do that since the lights went OFF then on into a flicker. "DAMN IT! Either Zilla's now at the helm or the power supply is going to fail...either way...this isn't good!" Snapping out those words coated in frustration and a sprinkle of worry, she meant it. Oh goodness did she mean it!

Zilla was an idiot with technology, not to be a total bitch about it or anything, and if the power supply was going out...either way it spelled out disaster! The situation SUCKED.

[arachnidsGrip]

{The thread has dragged on long enough! We're tying this bad boy up and moving things along to get the next big plot in motion! Just giving VERY general ideas of what's going on and if further details are wanted then INQUIYAH.}

Something strange was starting to happen to the viewports in Trollian! Vriska's eagle eye view of EVERYTHING was starting to flicker about and she was gradually loosing her connection with everyone. Gritting her teeth in frustration as she gazed upon her screen...if there was one thing the spider troll didn't like it was a lack of power. That or even control slipping out of her grasp. There HAD to be a way to manipul8 everyone and everything here!


VIEWPORT 1: ADAMANTA
What a valiant effort the strange looking girl who almost looked like a troll was making! Up until Button decided to flip out and teleport her out of the area. Instead of seeing where she went...there was a black screen like an old TV turning off.

Well...that was anticlimactic....

VIEWPORT 2: CAPTAIN MAKO

This viewport had the shark man in sight, the one who ALMOST looked like a hornless troll! Anyway, it seemed like he was doing so very well against his opponents and making them into flesh-fetti! At least there was a competent fighter who was staying through this! Phew...she was really starting to think that this was going to turn out like that timeline. The one where....oh no...it looked as though the rich bitch of a brat was going to get attacked! Really, she had no idea why this cool pirate chose to be love sick over a girl who thought that business was everything...but whatever. The importantly bad thing is that miss cotton candy colored hair had one of those freaky creatures RIGHT behind her!

Oh how caught up was she in trying to make it to him...it was tragic....so very tragic. Because if it was that timeline....well...things would black out on an odd note, a shitty cliffhanger like some of Karkat's dumb movies. It looked like she was going to get stabbed in the back with an angle that would steal her heart's precious beats. Before he could do anything to help her, the Button's malfunction caused him to vanish. Much like his vision of the girl, the last thing seen on his specific viewport was a tragic image where she could either make it out of the situation fine or die.

What really happened? He wouldn't find out and the viewport faded to black! Where he went? Not a clue! What was strange is his viewport blacked out and had a static-like filter...the connection was just....not going to work....that much Mindfang figured out.

VIEWPORT 3: BAO YU CHAO

The story continued on for her! Picking up from the point where she watched two of her comrades fade away, her eyes widened in complete and utter shock. It's like she was calling out to the pirate shark, but her words only translated with her lips. Ugh, what was this being like one of Karkat's crappy troll dramas?! It almost looked like Bao Yu's shock was going to translate into sorrow and some corny music was going to play! Cause GEEZE...the look on her face was practically SCREAMING ``don't go...!`` as the axe stupidly slipped from her grasp. Pffff, what a pathetic imprint to leave in the pirate shark's head before going to where ever it is he was headed to!

Couldn't she have done something more badass?! Ugh....whatever. Hm, it seemed like she was NOT paying much attention to her footing, those scratched and bloodied feet of hers caught onto one of the mangled corpses. Losing her balance, plus the momentum of her current speed, she got flung forward and her body skid to where good ol' Captain Mako was last! That means the big ol' critter with bladed arms got a bone-like knife stuck in the floor rather than her flesh. Looks like that tragic moment helped save her from things turning into that timeline! That one was pretty much the nail in her coffin.

So the heir to the Chao family was safe for another day! Right when she heard some pissed off growls and the metal scrapping sounds, her head whipped toward the humanoid alien and boy did she look shaken! Didn't last long though, she quickly ripped off a corpses arms and charged over taking this opportunity to chop it's freaking limbs off. SEE! That's the kinda badassedry the girl could have left a mental image with! Not that pathetic little glimpse of how weak she was emotionally! So, when she was done with the stuck monster, it was armless and splurting out blood all over the damn place from its arms. A little over dramatic...then again EVERYTHING about this situation was like that!

Vriska's eyes took in the sight of a familiar predicament....remember when Bao Yu was about to have her heart stabbed into? Well it seemed like there was something flicking its tail and ready to strike in the shadows. As the short, yet brave girl stood over the freshly killed....uh....re-killed....corpse, it looked like she just snapped similar to those troll horror fics. The character that is sick of their shit....

The tailed critter took one hell of a leap!

That character who was determined to make a difference....her eyes hazed over as though that more murderous side of her shifted into control.

Lunging forward, time felt like it slowed down for the Alternian troll as this took place...it was just....crazy....

In the midst of a turn, everything was happening quite quickly in reality...but to Bao Yu and Mindfang? Things felt so unreal that they slowed down....

Hell...this was crazy even for Vriska herself!

See, the turn made it juuuuust right for her arm to get ripped right out of its socket! Before she could really see much of her reaction, it seemed like the button caused her to teleport and appear near a frantic Zilla just before that screen gradually faded to black.

VIEWPORT 4: NICHOLAS

Okay, to put it simply, this guy was cleaning house and getting things done! Good on him! A real big help in cutting down the necromorph problem for sure! Though after a good, long while of cleaning house....he got teleported back to Earth. Before she could make sense of the location...the viewport blacked out once again.

VIEWPORT 5: SAMUS

HOW ANNOYING! This one was too blurry to see a damn thing! A while later though, it blacked out...

VIEWPORT 6: ZILLA

This window was a pesky one for sure....it was fuzzy for some reason and it was quite annoying to be honest. All eight pupils saw that there was something going on though. See, it was like being a wee bit near sighted at this point, so Vriska could easily figure out what was going on for the time being. A fashionista was swimming in PANIC, more so when his button mashing and random lever pulling was a success! All allowing him to see what was going on for the various adventurers. Oh gosh...he let out the girliest scream known to mankind that could make a thirteen year old seem masculine! What a wimp....he made Tavros look like a threat. Rolling her eyes, it seemed like he was now sissy slapping the very thing that brought the group of three there.

Asking nicely didn't work so it came down to this....

"DO IT NOW, YOU WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A FLOATING BLOWUP DOLL!!!!!"

As if smacking technology was going to be effective, which it wasn't, this was proven by how the mutant girl vanished. Yup. Real smooth, Vriska couldn't help but snicker! That just made Agent Piggyslinger over there lose a bit of protection AND lower the chances of playing clean up! So maybe he guessed STRANGLING would be more effective? I mean...Vriska couldn't blame the guy...it was pretty much laughing at him like this was all a huge joke...which it probably was to that thing.

"DON'T MAKE ME GO OJ SIMPSON ON YOUR ANNOYING ASS!!!......Ok you asked for it you laughing sonofabitch!"

Instead, in the process, it just GRINNED and made the most violent and protective one vanish. The shark pirate. Oooo and on a cliffhanging note too! This thing didn't really give a crap about anyone or anything. It didn't care what happened, this was pure entertainment....up until shit got real. The feminine man provided a death glare that even made Vriska have a famed WTF moment. Even his TONE changed to one of a threatening man that could make the Godfather shake in his boots and tremble in his suit.

"Do. it. Or I'll make you into a man thong for the bears to use..."

There was a very dramatic pause...the thing known as Button had a nervous grin while staring at the scariest thing to lay digital eyes upon....

"And it isn't the bears your thinking of either."

Wow....just....okay...all the levels of creepy were met, even for a trolling thing like Button....cause that's when the girl showed up near them with a look of shock. While all that was going on, Sir M had gotten his android mitts on a sedative syringe to put Zilla out like a light since he was slowly sneaking up on him from in the background. Oh boy! What was gonna happen now?! Well Sir M made quick work of the elusive pork bun pain and injected her with the sedative filled syringe which caused her to fall limp. Zilla got frantic and girly AAAAAAAALL over again! Dropping Button to catch the girl with blood trickling down her side, he looked like he had something to say. What was it?

No one would know because Sir M took the liberty of poking at a nerve to put him to sleep. Who...seemed to catch a glimpse of the viewport just before it faded to black.