Post by vickers on Jun 7, 2012 1:09:33 GMT -5
UM YEAH. PROMETHEUS SPOILERS. THEY'LL DEFINITELY BE IN THIS APP. I'LL TRY TO KEEP 'EM MOSTLY CONFINED TO THE HISTORY BUT YEAH. BE CAREFUL.
OOC/MISC CHARACTER NOTES
Cbox Name: Meekseh
Nicknames: Meeks n' stuff, also sometimes referred to as "ugh, HER."
Main Account: Anya
Who else do you play?: Regina, Red, Glory, Effie, Castiel, and Ruby. VICKERS HERE IS REPLACIN' ELLEN.
How did you find us?: -is prince charming- -will always find you-
Category: Prometheus Canon.
Ranking: Eh. Neutral?
Reason for being on AM: With all the other crazy stuff that happens in the Alien series, I don't think it's tooo big of a stretch to say she somehow ended up here through space/time shenanigans. Space Jockey technology, mayhaps?
Basic Details
Age: 34.
Species: Human.
Physical Appearance: At about 5'8, Vickers is a fairly tall, thin, leggy blonde - the kind you'd expect to find on a California beach somewhere. Except you're more likely to find her at a cooperate business meeting, or, even better - on board a space ship. She's the picture of professionalism who, while she's spent the last several years wearing space suits, otherwise typically adorns herself in high-end designer clothes. She's not exactly a jeans-and-tshirt kinda gal. In fact when she does take care to look her best, she's rather startlingly pretty - long golden-blonde hair (usually worn up on the job, but otherwise sometimes let down), intense green eyes, a sharply defined jaw and cheekbones - and she's not afraid to use that to her advantage.
Thing is - especially lately - there've been some things detracting from her beauty a bit. Vickers has always been a somewhat...chilly individual, and recent events haven't exactly done a lot to open her up to people. The expression in her eyes is rather stony, cold, and uninviting - even her smile doesn't ever seem to brighten her expression up. Her lack of sleep has begun to physically show as well, dark circles starting to show under her eyes - and she's been losing weight at an alarming rate. All little details for now, but not at all difficult to miss if you're paying enough attention to her.
Personality:
Vickers isn't really what you'd call 'bubbly'. Quite the opposite, actually. She's stoic, reserved, and usually doesn't show a hint of any emotion that would suggest she isn't as collected as she appears to be. Some call her cold. Heck, some call her robotic (Vickers really doesn't like that one, thanks to her perfect android 'friend' David that her father seems to favor so much). Vickers...calls it doing what she needs to in order to survive. In her line of work, you're far better off keeping detached from people. And quite honestly, she doesn't mind solitude all that much.
She's definitely a thinker as opposed to a talker - she usually preferscreeping from afar quiet observation as opposed to discussion when it comes to learning about things. And Vickers is terribly clever - she has a tendency to see right through people, to know exactly when they're up to no good. She's very logical, a realist in all senses of the word, and she definitely thinks before jumping into things. She's not at all the impulsive type unless she's absolutely certain she's got the upper hand, and it's very difficult to outsmart her. As far as weaknesses go, 'gullible', 'stupid', or 'naive' definitely aren't among them.
Because of her tendency to remain level-headed and in control in all but the most catastrophic of situations, Vickers makes an excellent leader. She's very ambitious; the type of person who can't seem to rest until she climbs her way to the top, and she won't hesitate to take charge of a situation when she needs to. She has a cold sense of authority about her, too, the way she pushes her emotions away allowing her to make decisions solely based on facts and logic. If you trust her, if you listen to her (ahem - Prometheus crew, I'm looking at you), you can trust her to get you out of a tight spot. Or keep you out of it in the first place. She really prefers doing that. While she'll put herself first, her survival instincts compelling her to save herself before she even things about saving anyone else, she really does feel a certain amount of protectiveness toward her fellow crew members. Or she did. She's pretty much convinced they're all dead now, which...has really hit her harder than she'd like to admit. But even if she does feel responsible for you, it doesn't mean you aren't expendable. If Vickers feels that someone is a threat or liability to the entire group, she won't hesitate to dispose of them.
In Vickers' book, humans are tolerable. Androids are annoying at best, untrustworthy at worst. Non-humans are automatically cause for suspicion. And aliens? Aliens are pretty much shoot-on-sight for her at this point. Yeah, it's kind of racist. Yeah, you would be too if you've had the experiences she's had. For Vickers, survival comes before anything else - even if that means shooting first and asking questions later. And admittedly, she is really shaken up at this point, downright paranoid in fact. She's beginning to exhibit signs of PTSD - episodes of (much suppressed) anxiety, being even more detached from the people around her than usual, and becoming even more snappy than usual. She's also extremely jumpy, never quite able to bring herself to feel 'safe' no matter what her surroundings.
Still, she isn't as emotionally distant as she likes people to think. Vickers keeps herself composed for the sake of gaining the respect of the people around her and maintaining her authority, and more recently because she doesn't trust anyone enough to display any vulnerability, but believe it or not she is a human being under that cold, robotic-seeming shell. She's harboring an incredible sense of hurt due to her father's negligence and his choosing an android over her, and she's hurting even more these days after having watched most of her companions die around her - and having nearly died herself. Gain her (very fleeting) trust over time, though,and maybe get a few drinks in her, and Vickers is actually capable of lightening up somewhat. Believe it or not, she's got a sense of humor hidden somewhere behind all that srsbsns. And when she does genuinely smile, she's capable of lighting up a room.
Powers & Abilities
Main/Important Equipment
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws...
Physical Flaws...
Other Flaws...
History....
In Character RP Sample
God damn it. Hadn't she told them to be careful? Hadn't she told them not to break protocol? They'd gotten too cocky, gotten too comfortable, had forgotten that they were light years away from their home - Holloway had taken his helmet off down there in the temple. Who knew what he'd been breathing in? And more importantly, what if it was contagious? Right at that moment, the others were foolishly - blindly - bringing him back to the ship, ignoring everything in their quarantine protocol...Dr. Shaw's blatant tendency to allow her emotions to dictate her actions was going to get them all killed. All over her concern for her idiot boyfriend.
Well. Not if Vickers had anything to say about it.
"I'm suiting up," she hissed at one of the copilots before turning on her heel and stalking out of the room. Snatching up a spacesuit, and a helmet following that, she adorned them both and made straight for the doors that would any moment now be opening to bring Holloway in. The man's screams of anguish echoed over the communications system, making her head spin a little. Something was very, very wrong. Crew members around her were looking anxiously to her for instruction, awaiting her decision to open the gates and allow poor, suffering Holloway on board for medical attention. She knew how they'd all be looking at her in the next few moments, when she refused to allow him on board for all their sake's. They'd see her as the bad guy. The cold, unfeeling bitch. But right then, she had a crew to protect and she didn't really care.
"Vickers, this is an order. Get that gate open!" Captain Janek barked through the comms. The crew was hesitating.
"Hold that door!" she snapped at them as she approached.
"Prometheus, do you copy?"
"Goddamnit, open the door!"
Ignoring all of their voices, she took hold of her flamethrower and finally reached the gate. "Open it." she grimly gave the order at last. As the door slowly fell open, she tested the weapon in short bursts of flame...and then set her expression to something cold and formidable. She knew she could allow no traces of remorse or hesitation for what she might have to do here to show - if Shaw thought there was room to reason with her, she'd never let this go. As the door finally opened fully, she pointed the flamethrower forward...only to find herself face to face with Captain Janek.
For a moment, they blinked at each other in surprise. Vickers thought she could see flickers of disbelief in his expression - like after the previous night, he couldn't believe she was capable of something like this. She scoffed inwardly at this as he finally spoke. "...What the hell is this?"
"He's not coming aboard." Vickers told him levelly, glancing at Holloway.
"Vickers, this is a sick man!"
"I can see that, that's why he's not coming on my ship!" she snarled back, her gaze focused firmly on Holloway now. Shaw was struggling to drag him towards the gate, even as he let out an inhuman howl of pain and tried to rip out of her grip. His face was contorted, his veins darkened and visible, his skin pale - Vickers stiffened at the very sight of him, turning her flamethrower on him instead as he fell to the ground and began to convulse. They were still so desperate to help him. Couldn't they see that he was far, far beyond help? She narrowed her eyes slightly at Dr. Shaw bounded over to her, distress evident in her tone.
"We can still help him!"
Vickers pushed back her sympathy and gave the doctor a stern frown. "Help yourself." Then, lifting her gaze to the others, she snapped out an order. "Everyone but Holloway back on this ship. Now!" Hell if she was going to stand by and watch her whole crew be killed because of one--
"I won't leave him!" Shaw again. So blinded by her emotions. ...Fine, Vickers decided inwardly. If she had to sacrifice them both for the sake of the rest of the crew, then that was what she'd do.
"Then stay." she told the other woman coldly. Her words were cause for an outcry from the rest of the crew - frantic yelling from Janek, desperate pleading from Shaw, murmurs from the others...Vickers set her jaw firmly in response to most of it, unwilling to budge. That was, until one voice rang out above the others.
"It's...okay..." It was little more than a groan, but it unmistakably came from Holloway. Turning to meet his dark, sunken eyes, taking in his contorted features, Vickers could find few remnants of humanity in the man standing before her. And slowly, he began to approach her. She felt a sharp flicker of panic, tightening her hold on the flamethrower.
"What are you doing?"
Ignoring her question, Holloway turned his attention briefly to Shaw. "I love you, Ellie..." And Shaw, realizing what he was about to do a split second before Vickers did, let out a muffled, anguished cry just as Holloway began storming towards Vickers herself.
Bristling, the blonde took an instinctive step backward. Was she really going to have to do this? It hadn't really...occurred to her that Holloway might actually not be deterred by the flamethrower in her hands, that he might try to come aboard despite her threats. That she might actually have to kill him. "I'm telling you, stay back!" she hissed, eyes narrowed.
He raised his hands in the air. "Do it."
They locked eyes. And then she understood. Holloway would not allow himself to turn into this monstrous...thing. And there was only one alternative. As he charged at her head-first, Vickers raised the flamethrower and engulfed him with a burst of flame, ignoring Shaw's sob of "No!"Holloway tumbled backwards, roaring in anguish as the flames consumed him, eventually bringing him to the ground. It was...both horrific and oddly numbing at the same time. Killing someone. Ending the life of another human being...if that was even what he still was. Despite the fact that she knew she'd done what needed to be done, she couldn't help but allow a flash of mortification to cross her expression - only for a moment - before quickly assuming her cold demeanor again. Two crew members had pinned Shaw down nearby; the woman was by this point screaming incoherently in her thoughtless attempts to get to Holloway. Vickers was vaguely aware of David running forward to sedate the doctor, vaguely aware of the fact that she'd just killed the woman's love right in front of her.
...But mostly, she was just aware that she'd done what she had to in order to protect her ship. Sometimes, Vickers thought as she allowed the coldness to seep back in, sacrifices had to be made.
Theme Songs...? I don't really know so I'll throw some awesome Prometheus soundtrack stuff at you.
FOR THOSE INTENSE MOMENTS
"A Planet"
"Earth"
"Life"
OOC/MISC CHARACTER NOTES
Cbox Name: Meekseh
Nicknames: Meeks n' stuff, also sometimes referred to as "ugh, HER."
Main Account: Anya
Who else do you play?: Regina, Red, Glory, Effie, Castiel, and Ruby. VICKERS HERE IS REPLACIN' ELLEN.
How did you find us?: -is prince charming- -will always find you-
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Category: Prometheus Canon.
Ranking: Eh. Neutral?
Reason for being on AM: With all the other crazy stuff that happens in the Alien series, I don't think it's tooo big of a stretch to say she somehow ended up here through space/time shenanigans. Space Jockey technology, mayhaps?
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Basic Details
Age: 34.
Species: Human.
Physical Appearance: At about 5'8, Vickers is a fairly tall, thin, leggy blonde - the kind you'd expect to find on a California beach somewhere. Except you're more likely to find her at a cooperate business meeting, or, even better - on board a space ship. She's the picture of professionalism who, while she's spent the last several years wearing space suits, otherwise typically adorns herself in high-end designer clothes. She's not exactly a jeans-and-tshirt kinda gal. In fact when she does take care to look her best, she's rather startlingly pretty - long golden-blonde hair (usually worn up on the job, but otherwise sometimes let down), intense green eyes, a sharply defined jaw and cheekbones - and she's not afraid to use that to her advantage.
Thing is - especially lately - there've been some things detracting from her beauty a bit. Vickers has always been a somewhat...chilly individual, and recent events haven't exactly done a lot to open her up to people. The expression in her eyes is rather stony, cold, and uninviting - even her smile doesn't ever seem to brighten her expression up. Her lack of sleep has begun to physically show as well, dark circles starting to show under her eyes - and she's been losing weight at an alarming rate. All little details for now, but not at all difficult to miss if you're paying enough attention to her.
Personality:
Vickers isn't really what you'd call 'bubbly'. Quite the opposite, actually. She's stoic, reserved, and usually doesn't show a hint of any emotion that would suggest she isn't as collected as she appears to be. Some call her cold. Heck, some call her robotic (Vickers really doesn't like that one, thanks to her perfect android 'friend' David that her father seems to favor so much). Vickers...calls it doing what she needs to in order to survive. In her line of work, you're far better off keeping detached from people. And quite honestly, she doesn't mind solitude all that much.
She's definitely a thinker as opposed to a talker - she usually prefers
Because of her tendency to remain level-headed and in control in all but the most catastrophic of situations, Vickers makes an excellent leader. She's very ambitious; the type of person who can't seem to rest until she climbs her way to the top, and she won't hesitate to take charge of a situation when she needs to. She has a cold sense of authority about her, too, the way she pushes her emotions away allowing her to make decisions solely based on facts and logic. If you trust her, if you listen to her (ahem - Prometheus crew, I'm looking at you), you can trust her to get you out of a tight spot. Or keep you out of it in the first place. She really prefers doing that. While she'll put herself first, her survival instincts compelling her to save herself before she even things about saving anyone else, she really does feel a certain amount of protectiveness toward her fellow crew members. Or she did. She's pretty much convinced they're all dead now, which...has really hit her harder than she'd like to admit. But even if she does feel responsible for you, it doesn't mean you aren't expendable. If Vickers feels that someone is a threat or liability to the entire group, she won't hesitate to dispose of them.
In Vickers' book, humans are tolerable. Androids are annoying at best, untrustworthy at worst. Non-humans are automatically cause for suspicion. And aliens? Aliens are pretty much shoot-on-sight for her at this point. Yeah, it's kind of racist. Yeah, you would be too if you've had the experiences she's had. For Vickers, survival comes before anything else - even if that means shooting first and asking questions later. And admittedly, she is really shaken up at this point, downright paranoid in fact. She's beginning to exhibit signs of PTSD - episodes of (much suppressed) anxiety, being even more detached from the people around her than usual, and becoming even more snappy than usual. She's also extremely jumpy, never quite able to bring herself to feel 'safe' no matter what her surroundings.
Still, she isn't as emotionally distant as she likes people to think. Vickers keeps herself composed for the sake of gaining the respect of the people around her and maintaining her authority, and more recently because she doesn't trust anyone enough to display any vulnerability, but believe it or not she is a human being under that cold, robotic-seeming shell. She's harboring an incredible sense of hurt due to her father's negligence and his choosing an android over her, and she's hurting even more these days after having watched most of her companions die around her - and having nearly died herself. Gain her (very fleeting) trust over time, though,
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Powers & Abilities
Did that blonde chick just...pin an android? - Vickers is a lot stronger than she looks, and given that she looks like a Barbie doll, she usually has an initial advantage because people don't expect her to...well, have them pinned against a wall within seconds. Her strength isn't superhuman or anything, it's just a result of push-ups, sit-ups, and, now that she's on earth again, running, biking, and even kick-boxing. Assuming she's not going up against, y'know, a nine-foot-tall alien, sometimes her body is weapon enough.
BRT, IMMA COME PICK YOU UP IN MY SPACE SHIP - ...Okay not really. She's not the BEST pilot and she's certainly not licensed, but she does know the basics of flying a ship, depending on the type - and sometimes that's your best bet in an emergency situation. She could probably figure out a plane, too, though she's never flown one.
Basic Medical Training - She's no surgeon, but as part of the crew of Prometheus she did receive some basic medical training before she went aboard.
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Main/Important Equipment
FLAMETHROWAH - I mean. She's a badass female character from a Ridley Scott movie. Did you expect her not to have one? Surprisingly light weight and capable of shooting flame as far as thirty meters - and alternatively, as small as a lighter - this is one pretty scary weapon...especially in the hands of Meredith Vickers. Runs on naphtha fuel. Pic.
And for those times when carrying around a flamethrower is just too...much?what are you talking about there's never an inappropriate time to be carrying around a flamethrower, you can bet she has a semi-automatic hidden on her somewhere. Not as snazzy as the guns she's used to, but hey, she has to make due.
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws...
PTSD - It's a little early to tell right now because she sort of assumes she's just in shock, but Vickers was not at all mentally prepared for everything that happened on LV-223, and she has developed symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. She suffers from nightmares, general feelings of detachment, some occasional sudden instances of aggression when she feels threatened (and she may or may not take things like making any sudden movements towards her as a 'threat'), and a constant sensation of unease and worry for her own safety. It's made her quite jumpy, to say the least.
ALIENS D< - Vickers is not a fan of the extra-terrestrials, guys. Even the ones that seem friendly. In her experience, non-human things are not trustworthy. Ever. She tends to jump to conclusions about anything or anyone that looks abnormal, and her PTSD symptoms really don't help the matter much. She can be kind of...blind to potential allies in this way.
Dat Survivor's Guilt - As far as she knows, the rest of the Prometheus's crew are dead. And as much as she pretends not to care, she kind of did feel that as the mission director, she was responsible for their safety. And she failed. Badly. And she really doesn't like thinking about it.
Daddy Issues - Nooo other way to describe it. Her father chose a freakin' robot over her. Vickers is pissed at him, pissed at David, and she does not like having this brought up.
"Are you a robot?" - She got this question like, a lot back where androids were actually common - and because of David, she really resents it. But it's not completely unwarranted. When it's time for srs bsns, Vickers really can act surprisingly robotic. Her coldness tends to throw people off, and even more than that, push others away from her.
Physical Flaws...
Human lady is human - Especially if you drop a spaceship on her. There's nothing SUPER MAGICAL~ about Vickers, she can get injuries and sicknesses just like any other human. Barring a few things she probably got vaccinated for since she is from ZE FUTURE, so she might actually have immunity to some illnesses.
Sleep. How does it work. - Its difficult for her to get a good night's sleep, a symptom of PTSD. Her deprivation of much-needed rest does take a toll on her energy level.
Other Flaws...
She has a really bad allergy to xenomorph blood. It's the weirdest thing; it just burns through her skin like a b*tch.
...thatwasajokeforallnonaliensavvypeoplexenomorph blood is acidic
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History....
Peter Weyland had a legacy to carry. His family legacy - the Weyland Corporation, pioneers in space exploration, colonization, technological advancement and weapon development. Ownership of the company had been carried through several generations of their family - all sons - and then Peter went and had a daughter. With a woman some decades his junior, none the less. That daughter happened to be Meredith - who, as a result of her parents never marrying, took her mother's last name to avoid shaming her father.
Peter wasn't in Meredith's life a whole heck of a lot, especially during her early childhood. Parental affection was kind of lacking in her younger years - might explain why she's so cold and aloof these days. You know that joke "d'aww, didn't your parents ever hug you?" ...yeah, don't make that one around her. Without another heir, though, the company was to go to Meredith in the event of her father's death - so of course he had no choice but to begin to groom his by-then-much-estranged daughter for the job. So while she got the responsibilities of inheriting the company, her father doted his affections on another being - David, the android Peter liked to refer to as 'the son he never had'. His pride and joy. Meredith liked to call him her father's pet.
Her jealousy and resentment grew over time into an icy coldness towards both David and her father. Now, Peter - being significantly older than Meredith's mother - had already been getting on in age as she was growing up. By the time she'd reached her early thirties, he was on death's door - and desperately looking for the key to immortality.
He found it - potentially - in two scientists by the names of Elizabeth Shaw and Charlie Holloway. Shaw and Holloway had been doing a great deal of research in ancient civilizations...and in various different cultures, all separated by great lengths of time and distance, they found the same depiction: some form of engraving indicating humans gathered around a giant alien figure, who was pointing to a very specific constellation of stars. Shaw in particular believed this to be a message, possibly from the creators of humanity themselves - or more specifically, an invitation to come and find them. Peter Weyland, believing that if these creatures could create life they could also extend it, jumped at the chance to find a 'cure for death' and immediately agreed to fund Shaw and Holloway's little adventure through the Corporation.
The constellation the engravings depicted were centered around the star Gleis 86 - specifically LV-223, one of three moons orbiting a giant gas planet vaguely reminiscent of Jupiter. It would take a little over two years to travel there. Apart from Vickers (who insisted on going along against her father's wishes, though she was firmly against the whole thing), David, Shaw, and Holloway, thirteen other crew members were recruited for the journey aboard the ship ironically named Prometheus - after the titan that stole fire from the Gods and gave it to the humans. In addition, Peter Weyland came aboard in secret, frozen in cryosleep until their arrival - but as far as everyone apart from David and Vickers knew, Peter was already dead. In his place, Vickers was put in charge of the ship - the purpose of the mission officially being to discover if these alien Engineers existed, and if they did, to find some answers on why humanity came to be.AND THE MEANING OF LIFE AND ALL THAT.
Initially, Vickers started off as skeptical. She found it very difficult to believe that aliens were responsible for the existence of humanity - but as they drew closer to their destination, she began feeling just the slightest flickers of doubt. If these beings really did exist...then she knew she would do everything in her power to prevent her father from gaining immortality from them. Once he was out of the way, she'd truly have full control over the company - and she had every intention of achieving that goal.
Wary of the situation in any case, Vickers briefed the crew of the Prometheus, explained why they were all there, and then very specifically told Shaw and Holloway not to engage the Engineers if they did find them. It turned out she was...kind of right. Upon arriving on LV-223, the crew discovered what appeared to be some sort of ancient temple - in which all the Engineers seemed to be dead. Running a sample of their DNA, however, they found it to be a genetic parent to human DNA - proving Shaw's theory correct. Also found in the temple were strange urns filled with...some sort of black, oozing substance. Unbeknown to the rest of the crew, David took a sample of this - consequentially allowing the rest of it to leak out. Two of the crew's members, Fifield and Milburn, got separated from the rest of the crew around this time and were forced to remain in the temple until one of the moon's massive sandstorms passed.
That night, Fifield and Milburn were attacked by snake-like, acid-blooded aliens. Their cries for help went unheard by Captain Janek, who was busy sleeping with Vickers.Welp. Meanwhile, David slipped some of the black ooze into Holloway's drink to make something of an unethical experiment out of the results. Within a day, it began to take effect. The next morning when the crew went out to retrieve Fifield and Milburn, only to find that Milburn had suffered some sort of horrific death and that Fifield was missing. To increase the drama of the situation, Holloway suddenly began having convulsions; his eyes turned red, he began to suffer grotesque deformations, and he quickly became hostile. The ooze David had infected him with had given him some sort ofzombiealien virus.
Shaw and the others rushed Holloway back to the ship, where Vickers was waiting. Refusing to break quarantine for all of their sakes and immediately suspecting the danger of Holloway's virus, she told him not to come aboard under threat of being torched with a flamethrower. To Shaw's complete distress and horror, Holloway requested that Vickers kill him - knowing what he was turning into. As he advanced on her insistently, Vickers stuck to her word and torched him. Right in front of his girlfriend. Nice one, Vickers.
But the problem was far from solved. Unfortunately, Vickers and Janek hadn't been the only ones gettin' it on the previous night - Holloway and Shaw had slept together as well. David inferred thislike a creeperand took Shaw to quarantine, where he discovered that she was pregnant...with a horrific alien baby that was quickly growing inside her. David intended to keep her sedated and imprisoned to further study the fetus, but Shaw escaped and...proceeded to rip the alien fetus out of her, then staple herself back up. Supposedly killing the baby (which, btwz, was a squid facehugger thing, nbd) in the process.
Meanwhile, Vickers and the rest of the crew were busy fighting off Fifield, who they'd assumed to be dead when they couldn't find his body. Instead, he'd been infected by the same substance that Holloway had been poisoned with. The Infected Thing Formerly Known as Fifield managed to slaughter a majority of the crew before they subdued it.
By this point, Vickers had pretty much had it. They'd all fucked up by coming to LV-223 and poking around where they shouldn't have - but David revealed to Shaw that there was one Engineer still living (albeit held in stasis) who they could interrogate. The remaining crew members and Peter Weyland himself (whose presence had finally been discovered by Shaw) went to investigate, while Janek and Vickers stayed behind - Janek to man the ship, and Vickers because she was very much against the whole thing. She heavily distrusted David since he'd cut off her camera feed when he'd went off on his own, only then beginning to suspect the truth: that David had been working to undermine his creators the whole time. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew still fully trusted David, and the team set off...after Vickers had one final, spiteful confrontation with her father.
Naturally, awakening the Engineer all went to hell. David knew the language it spoke, but instead of translating for his human friends, he intentionally provoked the Engineer into attacking - killing all present except for Shaw, who managed to escape despite her recent surgical wound after learning the horrific truth: this moon was a bioweapon engineering station. Hence all of the...horrific alien creations. And the weapons they'd been engineering were meant for Earth. For some reason, something had happened long ago to make the Engineers turn on their human creations. They'd fully planned on wiping all of humanity out, until the incident that had mysteriously killed them all first. The Engineer they'd awakened, however, fully intended to finish the job.
As it began to take off in its ship, Shaw ran back towards the Prometheus, begging Janek and Vickers to do something to stop the alien ship from reaching earth. Janek realized that the only way to do this...was to suicidally crash the Prometheus into the alien ship, bringing it down. Vickers, unwilling to go through with it, told him he was crazy - and left the ship via one of the escape pods. Janek successfully crashed the Prometheus into the Engineer's ship, knocking it out of the sky...and crashing down towards Shaw and Vickers on the ground. The two fled, but Vickers...wasn't so lucky. She was nearly crushed by the ship - would have been, actually - if she hadn't suddenly ended up here.
Believing the Prometheus to have had no other survivors, Vickers has slowly, numbly begun to adjust to this time - having made contact with the (at this point) still new Weyland Corporation and taking the reins there.
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In Character RP Sample
God damn it. Hadn't she told them to be careful? Hadn't she told them not to break protocol? They'd gotten too cocky, gotten too comfortable, had forgotten that they were light years away from their home - Holloway had taken his helmet off down there in the temple. Who knew what he'd been breathing in? And more importantly, what if it was contagious? Right at that moment, the others were foolishly - blindly - bringing him back to the ship, ignoring everything in their quarantine protocol...Dr. Shaw's blatant tendency to allow her emotions to dictate her actions was going to get them all killed. All over her concern for her idiot boyfriend.
Well. Not if Vickers had anything to say about it.
"I'm suiting up," she hissed at one of the copilots before turning on her heel and stalking out of the room. Snatching up a spacesuit, and a helmet following that, she adorned them both and made straight for the doors that would any moment now be opening to bring Holloway in. The man's screams of anguish echoed over the communications system, making her head spin a little. Something was very, very wrong. Crew members around her were looking anxiously to her for instruction, awaiting her decision to open the gates and allow poor, suffering Holloway on board for medical attention. She knew how they'd all be looking at her in the next few moments, when she refused to allow him on board for all their sake's. They'd see her as the bad guy. The cold, unfeeling bitch. But right then, she had a crew to protect and she didn't really care.
"Vickers, this is an order. Get that gate open!" Captain Janek barked through the comms. The crew was hesitating.
"Hold that door!" she snapped at them as she approached.
"Prometheus, do you copy?"
"Goddamnit, open the door!"
Ignoring all of their voices, she took hold of her flamethrower and finally reached the gate. "Open it." she grimly gave the order at last. As the door slowly fell open, she tested the weapon in short bursts of flame...and then set her expression to something cold and formidable. She knew she could allow no traces of remorse or hesitation for what she might have to do here to show - if Shaw thought there was room to reason with her, she'd never let this go. As the door finally opened fully, she pointed the flamethrower forward...only to find herself face to face with Captain Janek.
For a moment, they blinked at each other in surprise. Vickers thought she could see flickers of disbelief in his expression - like after the previous night, he couldn't believe she was capable of something like this. She scoffed inwardly at this as he finally spoke. "...What the hell is this?"
"He's not coming aboard." Vickers told him levelly, glancing at Holloway.
"Vickers, this is a sick man!"
"I can see that, that's why he's not coming on my ship!" she snarled back, her gaze focused firmly on Holloway now. Shaw was struggling to drag him towards the gate, even as he let out an inhuman howl of pain and tried to rip out of her grip. His face was contorted, his veins darkened and visible, his skin pale - Vickers stiffened at the very sight of him, turning her flamethrower on him instead as he fell to the ground and began to convulse. They were still so desperate to help him. Couldn't they see that he was far, far beyond help? She narrowed her eyes slightly at Dr. Shaw bounded over to her, distress evident in her tone.
"We can still help him!"
Vickers pushed back her sympathy and gave the doctor a stern frown. "Help yourself." Then, lifting her gaze to the others, she snapped out an order. "Everyone but Holloway back on this ship. Now!" Hell if she was going to stand by and watch her whole crew be killed because of one--
"I won't leave him!" Shaw again. So blinded by her emotions. ...Fine, Vickers decided inwardly. If she had to sacrifice them both for the sake of the rest of the crew, then that was what she'd do.
"Then stay." she told the other woman coldly. Her words were cause for an outcry from the rest of the crew - frantic yelling from Janek, desperate pleading from Shaw, murmurs from the others...Vickers set her jaw firmly in response to most of it, unwilling to budge. That was, until one voice rang out above the others.
"It's...okay..." It was little more than a groan, but it unmistakably came from Holloway. Turning to meet his dark, sunken eyes, taking in his contorted features, Vickers could find few remnants of humanity in the man standing before her. And slowly, he began to approach her. She felt a sharp flicker of panic, tightening her hold on the flamethrower.
"What are you doing?"
Ignoring her question, Holloway turned his attention briefly to Shaw. "I love you, Ellie..." And Shaw, realizing what he was about to do a split second before Vickers did, let out a muffled, anguished cry just as Holloway began storming towards Vickers herself.
Bristling, the blonde took an instinctive step backward. Was she really going to have to do this? It hadn't really...occurred to her that Holloway might actually not be deterred by the flamethrower in her hands, that he might try to come aboard despite her threats. That she might actually have to kill him. "I'm telling you, stay back!" she hissed, eyes narrowed.
He raised his hands in the air. "Do it."
They locked eyes. And then she understood. Holloway would not allow himself to turn into this monstrous...thing. And there was only one alternative. As he charged at her head-first, Vickers raised the flamethrower and engulfed him with a burst of flame, ignoring Shaw's sob of "No!"Holloway tumbled backwards, roaring in anguish as the flames consumed him, eventually bringing him to the ground. It was...both horrific and oddly numbing at the same time. Killing someone. Ending the life of another human being...if that was even what he still was. Despite the fact that she knew she'd done what needed to be done, she couldn't help but allow a flash of mortification to cross her expression - only for a moment - before quickly assuming her cold demeanor again. Two crew members had pinned Shaw down nearby; the woman was by this point screaming incoherently in her thoughtless attempts to get to Holloway. Vickers was vaguely aware of David running forward to sedate the doctor, vaguely aware of the fact that she'd just killed the woman's love right in front of her.
...But mostly, she was just aware that she'd done what she had to in order to protect her ship. Sometimes, Vickers thought as she allowed the coldness to seep back in, sacrifices had to be made.
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Theme Songs...? I don't really know so I'll throw some awesome Prometheus soundtrack stuff at you.
FOR THOSE INTENSE MOMENTS
"A Planet"
"Earth"
"Life"
