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.
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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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"Well, cheers for that," she replied lamely, not wanting to think to much about killer bugs wreaking havoc on the alien ship. All this was a little much for one day, and from what she understood, she was happy she missed it. "Who are you lot, then?" she asked, eying them both suspiciously.
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But he seemed to remember his manners after that, sitting up. "I'm Murphy, an' this is Connor, the younger one. We've a dirty shite English oppressor or two 'ere as well, but o'course they're fuckin' currently claimin' to be fuckin' aliens. An' I'm half inclined to believe 'em."
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"What me little brother means is, there's weird shite what's happening here, an' apparently we're in space for some greater cause or someshit."
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"Gwen Cooper," she replied. "And that's what I've been told by Miss Vague Disembodied voice back in the podroom." She put her hands on her hips. "A Great Duty," with a capital G of course. "I wouldn't discount anyone tellin' you they're an alien. It's probably the truth."
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"Well, I have a duty of my own, that I wouldn't mind gettin' back to." She tilted her head. "Any idea of how to get out of here? Or contact Earth?"
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As he spoke his hand found Connor's, eyes never faltering from Gwen's face.
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"So... the plan is just to sit around and wait until whoever has kidnapped us plans to let us go?" She sighed. That would be a great plan, if they had any idea how long that would be and hell, if they would even live to see it. From the ragged group around them, she wasn't taking any bets.
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"So, what is it you both did? Before you ended up stranded on this bloody ship?"
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Of course, there was a tiny sane part of Gwen Cooper that stirred uncomfortably in the depths. "And how, exactly, does one go about dispensing such justice?" she asked, timidly.
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He said it as if it were the most simple, serious thing in the world.
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She glanced around the room, making notes of quick exits. The room was filled with people, so the chances of her being in any danger from these two was unlikely. And she had her gun, so at least she wasn't at a total loss.
"And what, exactly, do you quantify as evil?" There was a bit more bite in her voice than she intended, but she wasn't exactly ready to get mixed up with two nutters on some kind of holy rampage through an alien ship.
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Wasn't that, in it's own right, vigilante justice, too?
She nodded curtly at them. She didn't, at any rate, fall into any of those categories, so she didn't exactly feel the need for any immediate concern. "Fair enough," she offered, looking at both men squarely. They seemed almost like a single person to her. "Can't imagine there's many people on this ship that fall into those categories, though."
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But their words made her reflect on herself. She was, sure enough, a small time sinner, but one none the less.
"So, do'ya think that has anything to do with how you've come to be here?" The inquisitive cop kicked back in, still looking for a pattern.
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