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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pest control,
- allen gentry,
- ax,
- brainiac 5,
- bumblebee,
- chaucer,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- danny phantom,
- gwen cooper,
- jaime reyes,
- jono starsmore,
- kate bishop,
- kon-el,
- lyta alexander,
- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- nathan petrelli,
- paco,
- pat and toxin,
- pixie,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- sir sparhawk,
- starscream,
- supergirl,
- terry mcginnis,
- west rosen,
- will vandom,
- xander,
- z5,
- zuko
Hail the Conquering Heroes
Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.
After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.
||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||
There is a pause.
||Decontamination complete.||
Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.
Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).
||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||
Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.
[ooc: read this first]
After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.
||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||
There is a pause.
||Decontamination complete.||
Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.
Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).
||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||
Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.
[ooc: read this first]
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"Do you have any more idea of what's going on that I do?" he asked. "Seeing as the voice is less than helpful."
Best to get all the tricky questions out of the way first, then pay their respects to courtesy and etiquette. Whatever the etiquette might be on..well, on whatever this is.
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"We're on a giant airship. The kind that flies through the stars. And we can't go home until we've won some war . . . according to the ship, which can talk."
Zuko sighs, reminded once again of why he hates it here so much.
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"A war. Against whom?"
He had thought that he could settle down, and have a relatively quiet life. Obviously, the universe had other ideas.
"And would you know where I could find a sword?"
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"There's a room full of our stuff. I found my swords there." he gestures towards the single sheath strapped to his back. "You might find yours."
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"At least that's something this...Stacey, hasn't taken away from us," and he casts a proficient eye over the swords as Zuko indicates them.
"Which Order are you from?"
Poor Sparhawk, still trying to cast things in his own reference.
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Poor Zuko, still trying to cast himself in any reference.
"No order. I'm a rebel."
He leans against the wall, trying to look cool and rebellious.
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"Rebelling against who, neighbour?" and Sparhawks voice is just that little bit quieter and colder. Its just the way he is.
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He sighs discontentedly and crosses his arms a little tighter. "Not that it matters while I'm stuck here."
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"Do you think, neighbour, that after we've finished our war out here, this Stacey might be persuaded to let us give you a hand?"
Bad Sparhawk, stop trying to find other causes to champion.
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Zuko glares discontentedly at the ground some more and grinds his teeth once or twice. "Thanks for the offer, though. We could use the help."
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"I see," is Sparhawks grave response. He hadn't realised that destruction was so imminent. At least for him, things were calm. Not much can go wrong with being on a boat.
"Has anyone tried to persuade this Stacey to let us go?"
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"I'd say lets hope that this war is over soon, but I doubt that's what you want to hear," the broken-nosed man responds. "Were there any other rebels that may be carrying on your work?"