[OPENING EDEN. CLOSED TO ASSIGNED SECURITY/COMMAND/SCIENCE PERSONNEL]

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo stands in the hallways, hands clasped behind her back. She doesn't pace, she doesn't weave or bob around. It's like she's a statue, waiting for someone to pass before her disdainful look. She's outside the Spacewalk's doors.

She doesn't expect that many people. Perhaps three Science personnel. Two or three from Security. Not much trouble. A small part of her wishes that more people were here to observe the opening of both the Spacewalk and Hydroponics, but the more logical part crushes that. If the creatures are dangerous, it would be wiser not to have any other crewmembers around.

So, she waits.

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[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace managed to dig an EVA suit up from weapons and possessions - she knows how to use one. You don't go into space without knowing that much. Even if you are in cyrogenic sleep. She double-checks her seals again. If something goes horribly wrong, she doesn't want to be the one who ends up dead. Surviving Pandora just to die here 9after she already died) would be ridiculous.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo makes a slightly amused sound at her caution. "Better safe than sorry?" Indigo can't blame her, it's only a human response, but... Well, she fixed it. She doesn't see her repairs going wrong. After all, she ran the numbers herself. And who better to check that kind of thing?

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much. Living on a planet that will kill you if you breathe in too much of the local atmosphere tends to reinforce the idea of being careful," Grace replies. She triple-checks her suit. This thing is not failing on her.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I see." She stands there, maybe a little uncomfortably, then shakes her head and walks off. Now is not the time for people's personal histories. They can get to that after their jobs are done.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn hums quietly to herself as she double-checks all the connections on her vacuum suit. It's one of the same paper-thin and translucent suits used by Team GTFO on their mission to retake the bridge, and Wyn had been lucky enough to find one of the few short enough to actually fit her. She's almost entirely sure that the spacewalk is safe-- but the tiny chance that it isn't is more than enough to get her to put on a suit.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus is heading out as a member of Security. She doesn't pick up one of the vacuum suits, mostly because she's already got her own. She trusts the tech of it more than she could anything else (part of that comes from being biologically bonded to it).

She spots the other woman. This is the first time they'd met after the whole nightmare ordeal. She hesitates for a moment, not really sure what to do or say, before giving a curt nod in greeting.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Samus." Wyn says, glancing up and giving the woman in the suit of space armor a slightly awkward smile. She's... still not the evil one, in case you were wondering.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Wyn," the greeting was short and polite without being overly friendly. Professional.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Now this he had to see!

The Omnicom system was like a plaything to the scraggly genius—designed by human hands no less complex than the ones that put together basic relay boards and microprocessors, they were far easier for him to understand than Stacy’s complex mass of biological datapads and constantly shifting codes. He’d had some fun sneaking his way around various locked entries when he found the time, but it quickly became boring, and thus, no longer his primary interest.

That is, until he found a firewall that gave him some trouble.

He’d never met Indigo before, at least not that he remembered—something told him that a genius of such caliber would be easier to recognize—but her work impressed him and gave him a good enough challenge to be interested in whatever was important enough for her to be guarding. He was mildly disappointed when he traced the message back to a basic-lock entry introducing the idea full of concerned whining from Kirk and others about bodies. Ethics. They were none of Dustin’s concern.

Regardless, it all seemed like something that was worth his time. If he was lucky then the Spacewalk, already fragile, would collapse and offer him parts for his newest projects. He’d never used biological metals, they would be fascinating to study in detail…

The man had something cradled under his arm. It was a big something; but from his partially hidden angle around the bend, it was difficult to tell what it was. Keeping that out of sight would make it easier for Dustin to feign ignorance—which he did with much bravado.

“I notice we’re not being sucked into the vacuum of space,” he said blandly, addressing nobody in particular.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko was quite prompt, but as usual, not eager to approach a group overtly. For one thing, that would mean they would expect her to make small talk, and for another it made surprising idiots like Dustin so much easier.

He hand fell onto his shoulder with a heavy vice-grip— the one his prosthesis was mounted to, just to be certain of her advantage. Almost idly she pressed just a fraction of her weight into it, to emphasize exactly how nowhere he would be going. Words were not necessary; he was a smart boy, he knew when he was in trouble.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo's head swivels at the unfamiliar voice, and her face goes from 'politely blank' to 'curious, but annoyed'. You are here, Dustin.

In a part of the ship where no one walks often.

The location of which was only talked about in secure posts on the comm.

She's walking towards Dustin and Motoko, irritation clear on her face. Best start explaining.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Shoulder. Lots of weight. Crippled shoulder, hand pressing into misshapen bone, pain shooting through his arm and neck and torso—

“Good to see you Major,” Dustin almost squeaked, holding his breath. She was right—perhaps she would also know that the boy would hold onto his pride until someone drilled a hole through his brain and overinflated ego. Even if said event was obviously impended and entirely dependant on his reaction.

Though there was someone else. Obviously not human, not that Dustin could tell—either that or she was some advanced form of human. By the mere fact that she was keeping level with Motoko, he already assumed that she was in charge here. But no need to acknowledge her now, right?

“How’re the cables? Dry?” he continued to ramble, squaring his jaw and biting his lip. Damn, this was uncomfortable.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"They're fine," she replied evenly, as if they were sitting in some sunny café somewhere, sipping coffee and chatting about the weather.

Motoko squeezed just a smidge tighter in a carefully controlled reaction, while the pressure-readout window counted down the kilograms-per-centimeter between current pressure and the failing point of human bones. These bruises would go deep, but she had no intention of exerting any real effort. It would not have taken much on her part to render his shoulder a broken mess of tissue and bone fragments.

"Now, seeing as how you've not only hacked a Security-earmarked posting, but had the incredible stupidity to show up and introduce yourself at the ops site, what do you think should be done with you?" she asked, rhetorically. The Major always had her own idea of how things would turn out, "Keep in mind that while you're here serving your ego, you're also markedly not making yourself useful in a measurable fashion."

[notlewis]

The chief of the science department had arrived to oversee the mission, and because he was currently trying to make himself as conspicuously useful as he could in case his job ended up in danger.

Luis was busily making notes on his omnicom and watching the preparations get underway, seemingly lost in his own little world.

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Sera."

Grace's voice sounds a bit hollow and electronic, filtered through the speakers of her space-suit, but it's friendly. Luis is a colleague, after all. It's a bit bulky, but she's finding it easy enough to move around in so far. Her omnicomm is clipped to her waist by a short lanyard and her sample kit has been strapped securely at her waist. She's ready for this.

"Good to see you out of the lab."

[notlewis]

"Gracias, amiga, I am glad to get out and be useful for once," he said brightly.

Then he looked at Grace's outfit for a few minutes and made a face.

"Am I, er... underdressed?"

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace sighs, "You might be. We're going into an area that's been exposed to the vacuum of space. Now, I'd rather be in a suit just in case the containment fails and we suddenly find that all of our oxygen just got vented."

She gives him a slightly amused look, "Wouldn't you?"

[thetruemsmarvel.livejournal.com]

Carol had gotten the summons from Leon. She was doing what she was told, even though she was weary of this. Something about the whole thing didn't sit right with her, and it wasn't just the fact that she could survive out in space without any help.

She spotted the girl, Indigo she was sure, and dropped down by the Spacewalk's doors.

"Kennedy sent me to oversee this little project. So let's get started shall we?" She hoped that her normal Avenger luck didn't get in the way here. She didn't want to have to rescue anyone. Or get sucked into space. She really didn't want to go flying into space today.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo raises an eyebrow at the arrival. This must have been one of the Security team Leon had sent down. She really needs to access the database, at least so she can match names to faces. And possibly abilities.

"We're just waiting on the final members of Security." Indigo states, giving Carol with a thoroughly unimpressed look. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Indigo."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel arrived in her shiny, form fitting spacesuit. It wasn't quite as revealing as what the superheros wore but it didn't hide that much either.

She didn't notice. She was on the job her species had been designed for. She closed the helmet around her head, double checked the seals.

You could practically hear Fanfare for the Common Man

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"Are you the last member?" Indigo approaches Lafiel and crosses her arms. Really, was all of this necessary? Leon could have at least told her how many people he was sending down to watch things.

ENTERING THE SPACEWALK

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

When everyone's gathered and gotten all of their gear on, Indigo gives them five more minutes to figure out the positions they're all going to take. When it's all complete, she heads to the control panel next to the Spacewalk and fiddles with it, activating the newly repaired artificial gravity generators first.

Then she activates the force shields over the holes in the viewing area that she couldn't find material to repair for.

Finally, she adds the atmosphere, flooding the Spacewalk with the same air filling the rest of the ship. Finally, she opens the door, stepping through. "It seems as if everything will hold successfully." All of the corpses are lying deeper into the Spacewalk. Just a quick walk away is the door to hydroponics.

So confident is she, that Indigo doesn't even look at her repair jobs. As such, she doesn't notice the fine cracks appearing in the clear material around the force fields.

Re: ENTERING THE SPACEWALK

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace glanced at the rest of her team and then double-checked her tether - still attached and it wasn't coming away easily. Her voice is distorted through the space suit's radio and external comm system. "Everybody hooked up?"

Dying here didn't sound like a good plan. She took a few cautious steps behind Indigo, helmeted head sweeping from side to side as she takes in the view. "...this is amazing."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Wow." Wyn breathes, staring out at the Bleed. She's not really watching where she's going-- but it's essentially her first time in space. She's understandably a little distracted by the view.

"Hm? Oh, right, I'm connected."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

The Major stepped over the threshold cautiously, scanning the path ahead, both floor and ceiling, and calmly ignored the view. The air was cold and dry, or at least dry enough that there was a noticeable difference between that of the rest of the ship. The snaffle that connected the tether between them was steel, but not enough, and Motoko knew it'd break the instant she put her weight on it. They were tied to her, not the other way around.

"Don't get star-struck and wander out of view," she warned Wyn and Grace in both voice and radio-transmission. Her voice was as cold as the air, clipped and professional, "There'll be time for sight-seeing later."