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A Slight Misunderstanding
When they blast down the door to the Medical Wing--and they'll have to, to get in--the group of newly podpopped crew-mates will bear witness to an interesting sight. Several individuals are strapped to med-beds, restrained by insect-looking legs pinning them down. One of those individuals has a cape and domino mask that may be familiar to one of the new crew-members--even if he's older than that crew member last remembers. Medical scans and monitors blip away. There are test tubes and other medical equipment around, including a flask with some sort of nasty gray slug curled at the bottom.
A few individuals are standing around, standing guard, including a girl with a bow and arrows. In the back of the Medical Wing is a woman with a scared-looking little girl.
Sitting on a stool, leaning over a shaggy-haired young man (who appears to have suffered a horrible head wound), is that green-skinned, blonde-haired individual shown by the AIs earlier. Some freaky looking goggles are over his eyes, and a strange and sinister-looking surgical glove, attached to an apparatus on the ceiling and full of rotating micro-lasers and mini-scalpels among other things, is on his hand.
It is, unfortunately, not an image that lends itself to easy interpretation.
A few individuals are standing around, standing guard, including a girl with a bow and arrows. In the back of the Medical Wing is a woman with a scared-looking little girl.
Sitting on a stool, leaning over a shaggy-haired young man (who appears to have suffered a horrible head wound), is that green-skinned, blonde-haired individual shown by the AIs earlier. Some freaky looking goggles are over his eyes, and a strange and sinister-looking surgical glove, attached to an apparatus on the ceiling and full of rotating micro-lasers and mini-scalpels among other things, is on his hand.
It is, unfortunately, not an image that lends itself to easy interpretation.
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But with the one werewolf all freezy--wait, who did that?--and Kara tackling the other, he's using the most powerful weapon he's always had.
His big mouth.
He uses the last of his power to float up in the air. Wow, he does look remarkably like that other dark-haired super-guy doesn't he?
Are you paying attention?
"I know you're new guys, and it's hard to tell what's going on, but the people in the MedBay are infested with alien parasites that took over their brains. They attacked everybody. We can show you on the scans to prove it, and we need to scan all of you, just to be safe. And the ones who aren't infested, they're off destroying a machine thing that was gonna wreck the ship so bad we couldn't all go home."
It's loud enough so they can all hear it.
"Now, rule one of the ship is: No fighting! Even if you hate somebody, knoc it off. Rule two of the ship: Shut up until the people who know what's going on can stop putting out fires and explain everything. Can everybody stop fighting for five minutes or do we have to try to punch everybody out? Because we're a little short on patience today, what with our injured and alien-infested friends that need our help."
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"BUT THERE IS A LEECH!" she yells back at Kon, still straining to go rip into Chris. That or get Kara off of Leaf, because Garou stick together like that.
"IT IS WYRM! IT IS ABOMINATION! IT MUST DIE!"
She's not so good at the rational right now, I'm afraid. They may have to make good on punching her out.
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His voice is in the tone he uses when he's actually trying to make Krypto listen for once and not wreck the barn, loud enough to actually have some concussive force to it, and his eyes briefly glow red. "Knock it off!"
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Bella's body starts to grow smaller, fur withdrawing, grey-pelted behemoth giving way to a muscular, primeval woman. Not totally human, blonde-maned and with sharp, protruding canine teeth and her nails more like claws than anything. The change in size frees Bella's hands and feet, and she rises up slowly. Her head, however, is relatively ducked. She looks at Kon coolly.
"It is a vampire," she growls. "It feeds on your kind. Is this acceptable?" Forget the Veil, there's probably no way Bella could fix this even if she TRIED. Where was the Delirium when you needed it?!
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"And I don't know about you, but I've noticed a distinct lack of feeding on us since I got here. Just you guys snapping and trying to kill everyone who got in your way. Calm, orderly, communication beats out mass chaos any day of the week."
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"If he's a vampire, he's a vampire, but the food here is probably making it so he doesn't have to feed on people. If he does hurt somebody, we'll take care of it. But no one is allowed to hurt anyone unless they're doing it to stop someone from hurting someone--as in, after they've done it or right when they're trying to do it, not before they've done it. No one's getting punished unless they've done something wrong or are trying to do something wrong. Understand?"
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"That is like welcoming one with frothmouth into your pack. And Garou do not eat of two-legs." Well, not usually, but she's not going to explain things she only vaguely understands herself right now. Bella relaxes a little, visibly. Two-legs. You can't explain these things to a two-legs. The werewolf adopts a more submissive stance, in the way of a pack member reluctantly yielding to another of equal rank. Kon's not the boss of her, but she's not going to start a hierarchy fight in the middle of all this.
"I will not kill your Leech. Just keep it away from me," she says finally, lip curling a little in disgust. At least she's calm now.
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Maybe if she debates things with the humans, they'll understand. But that will have to come later.
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"As far as I knew they were fiction...like those Underworld movies. But maybe they're from another planet...I'll know more once we can learn more." Shinichi will fight the wolves if he has to, but they aren't attacking right now, at least.
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Ron paused, took a deep breath, and started screaming his head off.
"WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLE PLACE IS THIS?! I WOKE UP IN SLIME, WAS SCARMED AT BY SOME SNOW PLOW ROBOT, GOT DRESSED BY TENTACLES, AND WAS NEARLY MAULED TO DEATH BY A FREAKING WEREWOLF! TO TOP IT ALL OFF, THE FOOD"S PROBABLY SOME KINDA TASTELESS SLOP THAT I THOUGHT I ESCAPED WHEN I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL!"
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"Can this get ANY worse?! I'm LOST and I'm CONFUSED and no JACKBOTS and MY COAT IS GONE and THE STUPID XIAOLIN LOSERS AREN'T EVEN HERE TO SUFFER WITH ME! This is SO not FAIR!"
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Adrenaline is still pounding through her and she'd really like to hit something, and given the situation Paco seems appropriate. She gives him a smarting but ineffectual crack in the shoulder with a shaking hand. "What happened to you? Who's in there if you're not Paco!?"
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(He's a fairly good actor, and it doesn't hurt that werewolf, well, that is a viscerally bad thing...)
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"Uh Paco currently has a slug in his brain that was using his body to try and kill everyone and/or put other slugs into their brains, so I kinda used my ghost powers to take control of it temporarily, since I figured me being in control would be a heck of lot better than the slug, that, among other things, was trying to kill Jaime, being in control." Danny paused, "...and I am so wishing my life wasn't crazy enough for this to make complete sense to me."
"Don't worry, once it's safe to get out of him, I'll get out of him. Don't want to be in here any longer than I have to."
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"So, you're Danny, and you are a ghost who is inhabiting Paco's body because Paco has an infestation of homocidal brain slugs?" She's reminded suddenly of a failed third grade mason jar ant colony.
"...I wish your life wasn't crazy enough for you to have to even TRY to explain that to me."
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