[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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[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

This was only a test. Just a test—to see if you could handle it later, you know? When you’re flying through space and you have to go outside for a few minutes, or you have to land and you’re cruising over oceans and continents at four times the speed of sound, you have to be able to keep a level head, get rid of those irrational phobias and take control, like you said you could if only you were in control of the situation.

Unfortunately you were not in control this time. You’ve failed the test.

There was a sharp, quiet gasp over the communication lines as Dustin awoke, still standing, the legs of his suit locked and glued to the floor. Moments after the shields failed he’d activated a series of powerful magnets in his boots; he was only in the air for a few seconds before the realization of what had just happened hit him like a brick wall, causing his various phobias to kick in, and kick in they did. Dustin was unconscious before he hit the ground.

He was awake now, of course, and extremely embarrassed. Dustin quickly shook out his nerves, deactivating his suit’s magnets when he noticed that gravity had been restored, more or less; eventually he was able to keep his legs from shaking long enough to approach Hydroponics, and, thus, the Major and Indigo. He so far deliberately ignored the others—they weren’t the ones who dragged him into this mess. I mean, after he dragged himself into this mess.

Speaking of which.

“The hell just—“ Dustin took a deep breath, convincing himself that getting angry with the Major would probably result in most of his remaining bone structure to break in every way possible, therefore such a course of action was not a smart idea. “—What—What have we lost? The bodies? Please tell me we saved one of the bodies.”

[thetruemsmarvel.livejournal.com]

Carol wasn't very interested in the science part of this trip. She had always left the sciencey bits up to Tony, Hank, or Reed. She was one of the ones who liked to hit things, then ask questions. Which was how she got mixed up in Tony's Civil War. Actually it was how she had gotten mixed up in everything in her life. Right from the beginning with Mar-Vel, to the end with Osborn. Maybe she should start thinking more about all this stuff, if it meant that maybe her life would be a bit easier.

She shook those thoughts away quickly. Pym had Ultron on his back for the rest of his life, Tony's brain was a lethal weapon to the planet, and Reed had so many alien enemies it wasn't even funny. She let out a loud sigh right as the doors opened. Her eyes widened behind her mask as she took in the sights of the place.

"It's the Savage Land... or some alien hybrid version of it." Her voice didn't shake, but she was mentally running back to the ship. If this was Stacy's form of the Savage Land, she didn't want to know what she had in there. Could the Brood be hiding in the woods? Carol gulped soundlessly at that thought. God she really hoped not.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo glances over Grace's shoulder, checking her results as well. "It appears that there's several dozen. The readings aren't clear." Wirelessly connecting to the machine, she goes back to the window and floats up, peering in. "The largest life forms are herbivores. There's three or four dozen predators in there."

She pauses, then looks back at the others. "Several of the predators are human-sized. A little larger." She doesn't consider it to be a problem, considering the power levels present, but someone might get worried.

Her gaze pauses on Ms. Marvel for a moment, arching an eyebrow. Increased pulse, slightly faster breathing... She's worried. This Savage Land must not be a pleasant place. "Is this going to be an issue?

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Damn.

Damn.

This wasn't 'hydroponics' this was a goddamn nature preserve. Motoko let chagrin tighten her jaw and if she'd been the kind of person to broadcast her feelings more loudly than that, she'd have sighed. Son of a bitch.

And they all just stared at it or moved on, as if this were what they were expecting. Typical.

Motoko lifted a hand and placed it on Grace's shoulder with deft and professional gentleness to gain her attention away from the view. To the room at large she said, "This doesn't qualify as a hydroponics lab. If anything, it's a nature preserve, and these are the nonsentient versions of the passengers in the pods. For that reason, someone needs to take charge of it, and determine who is allowed in, for safety's sake. For now, we're not prepared to explore it in any meaningful capacity."

It wasn't not going to be feasible or safe for it to be open to the public until such a time as all the creatures within were either dead or locked away, and with such a wide space.