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Game Over, Man [Part 2]
In the complex, deeper into it near the core, several of the away team were all strung up near each other, around a clutch of disgusting looking eggs. Two appeared to have already been hatched. The rest were waiting. They were bound to the walls by slime and ick, some sort of substance spit up by the creatures that may as well have been quick-dry cement.
Outside the complex, the rest of the away team had made it to the ship--only to find it damaged. Acid spit up by one of the creature had burned through part of the hull and into important inner workings. They would need someone mechanically inclined, that understood electrical work, to fix it like Jamie--uh oh.
Well, that was a problem wasn't it.
It was time for the one group to try to survive, and the other group to figure out what to do about their missing comrades.
Outside the complex, the rest of the away team had made it to the ship--only to find it damaged. Acid spit up by one of the creature had burned through part of the hull and into important inner workings. They would need someone mechanically inclined, that understood electrical work, to fix it like Jamie--uh oh.
Well, that was a problem wasn't it.
It was time for the one group to try to survive, and the other group to figure out what to do about their missing comrades.

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Hiccup had the good fortune to wake up after the aliens were gone, but just in time for the initial panic.
The first thing that crossed his mind were stories that had gotten passed around, about dragons carting Vikings off to feed their young broods of dragons.
But he was a Viking, right? Calm in the face of anything. His throat was dry, and he swallowed once, calmly breathed in an out, took a moment to steady himself--
And proceeded to freak the hell out.
"Oh gods. Oh no. Oh no. This is not happening, this is not happening..."
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"Calm down a little Hiccup, we'll be fine. I hope."
She glanced around the room. "Barely enough room for me to perform a killer move." And she felt behind her. No bow. "Drat."
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They needed to get out of here. Now.
She struggled against the cementlike goo binding her to the wall, trying to get a hand loose. But, as with her previous attempts, she ended up with the same result: no luck.
She slumped down into the cocoon for a rest. “Well, kids, I think we’ve all learned an important lesson today: never go to an abandoned colony, because it’s probably less abandoned than you think.”
“Everyone alright? Well, considerin’…” Rose jerked her head to indicate the literally sticky situation that they found themselves in.
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"I'm fine. We need to figure out how we're getting out of this stuff," she glanced at the unhatched eggs, an uneasy feeling settling over her before she looked around at the others again. "And we better hurry."
[ooc: Jamie's due to have a loose hand, so he should go next]
Yeah, the Viking that was in way, way over his head and way out of his depth was a little too busy freaking to be of any help.
Or was he? He stopped mumbling and after a few shaky breaths, he finally managed to calm himself, at least a little. A tiny bit.
"My knife!"
He managed to wiggle enough to check his belt, but it was gone. He cursed and said, "I must have dropped it."
He shrugged his head so his hand could reach his hair, and a sticky, shaking hand pushed through his hair.
"Okay. Okay. We have to think. Think. Who has--has cutting implements of some kind? Or a limb loose. We all need to--" Grunting, he tried to work his hands free. "--we need to see what we have to work with."
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In the ship...
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"Pathetic..." she growled. It might have been hard to tell, but that fury was directed inward. She should have been able to do more. She should have been faster to react, been fiercer in the battle. But she had been completely unable to reach her teammates. Completely unable to save them.
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And then he hung his head. He'd ignored Kang's orders in the panic of not knowing where his son was. He tried to reassure himself that Hiccup was fine--probably holed up somewhere and hiding. But it still hurt to think he'd let his son down. To top it all he'd disobeyed a direct order--his father would have had words to say. And surely, Kang would not let something like that go.
He dropped the warhammer to the floor with a solid thud, flexing his hand and letting the blood circulate once more. He hadn't realized how tightly he'd been grasping it.
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They'd been forced into a retreat, lost people to an unknown enemy; it wasn't surprising morale was low, but she was not the best person to try to rally a bunch of miclonians... or whatever they all were.
She looked to Kang. He was the leader here, and she would only try to take initiative if he did not.
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But as he danced into the passenger compartment, he noticed that no one else was celebrating their great victory. In fact... where were all the craftsmen, the healer, and the pilot? He came to an awkward halt and looked around, blinking.
"Hey, hey? Where's everyone else?"
[ooc: Glory! It is very good! Celebrate the fight! Hooray!]
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Rescuers -- Lock and Load
Maybe those with melee weapons could find something useful here.
After that, it was time to move out and head into the fray.
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The swordswoman looked over the racks of equipment with an analytical eye. Mining equipment it might have been, but it could be turned to offensive purposes as well. Unfortunately, Setsuna had absolutely no training with guns or other ranged weaponry. She'd be more of a danger to herself than to the aliens with most of these devices...
One item caught Setsuna's eye. In a way, it resembled a large flashlight with a thick handle on the end. It didn't appear to be a ranged weapon... She picked it up, carefully aiming at a portion of the wall that seemed least likely to collapse (just in case she was mistaken), and pulled the trigger to test it.
Instead of a missile or laser blast, what emerged from the handheld unit was an ice-blue beam, extending perhaps 2 feet out before it stopped. Setsuna stared at the beam, hearing the air crackle faintly against it. It almost looked like the blade of a chainsaw... She picked up a stray piece of metal shelving from the ground. Tossing it into the air, she adjusted her grip on the saw's handle, spun it around twice, and neatly bisected the piece of metal before it even started to fall.
"I believe I can work with this," she commented.
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Looking around, he spotted another of the magical weapons sitting dormant on a rack. Quickly he shifted his blaster rifle to rest across his back where his spear had been before it was melted by the demon blood. He trotted over and stood up on his tippy toes to reach up and grasp the handle. Glancing over at Setsuna, he saw how she held it and copied her, holding it away from his body.
He gasped in delight as he activated it. "Yubnub!" His eyes reflected the glow of the blade as he moved it back and forth to test the balance. It was as if the blade weighed nothing and only the handle had heft!
"Yun yum! Surely this is a gift of the Light Spirit to strike down the demon servants of the Night Spirit!" He lifted the glowing blade high. "With these magic weapons we will rescue our comrades!"
[ooc: Ee chee wa maa = Wow, gee whiz!; yubnub = hooray; yun yum = I like it]
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Weapons were nice, though. Weapons were very nice. He had been afraid that his own would be destroyed by the acidic blood of the creatures fairly quickly into any fight.
He looked over the selection, specifically for something that wouldn't be too much of a hassle to handle, and his eyes settled on something that resembled a gun; he was very glad that he'd learned how to use one over the past few months. Careful to keep the end pointed away from everyone else, he tested it out, and grinned when a metal spike embedded itself in the wall and it sparked with electricity.
Oh, he was bringing this back with him if at all possible.
"If you're going to pick up something here, do it quick. We need to move."
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He paused by one that looked vaguely like his warhammer, but with a sharp pointed end. Now that he could use. Especially since his hammer hadn't fared well in the struggle against the acid blood, much like his shield. He dropped the shield, wincing as his arm twinged in pain but noticing that the shield practically disintegrated. The acid blood had eaten through the wood so it would have been useless anyway.
He picked up the pick (http://deadspace.wikia.com/wiki/Laser_Pick) and tested its weight. Perfect. He noticed a small folding portion on the other end and carefully pulled it out. For the first time since they had landed here, he smiled.
"Whatever accursed creatures walk through these dark tunnels, we'll give 'em something to fear."
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Rescuees -- Lock and Load
Those without weapons could maybe find something useful here--with the aliens now aware they'd escaped, their lives might very well depend on it.
After they armed up, they had to run.
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She aimed it--it had a laser sight, of some sort--at an empty spot and pulled the trigger. The beam sliced into the stone in front of her, and Rose nodded in approval. "Oh, very nice."
She pocketed some nearby cartridges that appeared to be ammunition for the gun, before taking up a spot next to Reimi to cover the door with her new weapon.
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"Bullets didn't do much against those things, let's see what this can do."
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Pulling the strap over his shoulder, and grabbing up refill cartridges, he said, "I think I can work with this."