Game Over, Man [Part 2]

[cityship]

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.

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Re: Rescuers -- Lock and Load

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias was riding on Setsuna's shoulder, conserving energy until the time came to morph. Without updrafts in the tunnels, he would tire quickly flapping all the way through. He too was surprised by the array of weaponry, even though he wasn't picking anything up here.

Re: Rescuers -- Lock and Load

[stoickthevast.livejournal.com]

Stoick wasn't far behind in entering the room, though he stopped almost immediately in the doorway. An armory? But he didn't recognize it as one at first. He didn't see the typical warhammers, swords and shields he was used to. That didn't keep him from looking at the weapons however.

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."

Re: Rescuers -- Lock and Load

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka was watching the others and occasionally casting furtive glances out the doorway. He wasn't bothering to rearm himself, considering his normal armament had survived intact and seemed to have done well against the strange creatures so far.

"I don't see anything. Doesn't mean it's not there..." He muttered, half to himself. There were very good reasons to fear the dark, even at the South Pole, some of which are the freezing cold and dangerous weather. The others are polar bear-seals.

[oncefadedglory.livejournal.com]

The same Protoculture edicts that forbade the Zentraedi the arts of repair looked dimly on the use of tools for other than their specified purpose, so the Miclonian propensity for improvisation always came as surprise to Suriz, even when it might seem obvious to someone else. Still, she was happy to see her allies acquiring... weapons... that would be of greater use against their foe than those they'd brought originally. As long as they had built-in power and weren't too unwieldy any tool meant to breach hard stone would probably have a deadly effect even on the aliens' carapaces.

"Good attitude," she commented on Sokka's muttered observation as she joined him in keeping watch while the others finished testing their new gear.