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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-05-26 10:49 pm

Galileo's Burden, Phase Beta: In Avani's Name

(Plot Post!)

The sun was starting to sink towards the horizon as the emergency pod landed down on the surface of Orya, deep in the thicket of a jungle a few miles north of the village.

It was all unknown and uncharted territory... but if Stacy's crew ever wanted to see a good half of their doctors and scientists again, there was no other choice but to stage a rescue mission.


(ooc: SUBTHREADS ARE FIIIINE. Have at!)
greennotgold: (Cringing)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2011-05-31 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
The adrenaline still pumping through his veins heightened Fletcher's senses and made him even more panicky than he was before. This was bad, this was so bad, how was he supposed to carry a weapon?

He looked down at the spear thrust into his hands and swallowed. "I-- okay." Hold it, and point it at the bad guys, and hopefully they would back off without him having to hurt them? Fletcher wasn't so sure that would work, but it was better than just standing there. "Thanks. I..."
morphitudinous: (Ninja: Let's get dangerous)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-05-31 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
In the split second he spent watching Fletcher, Billy saw someone very familiar to him. Himself---back when he'd been the mere scientist of the group, the one his friends were always trying to save. And already this younger boy had been braver than Billy had been in his first battle.

It was incredible. They'd need that instinct to get out of here alive.

"Come on, it'll be ok," Billy nodded, taking advantage of the shelter of another fallen guard to quickly pat Fletcher's back. "We'll get through this."

And not a second too soon, he ducked his head a little and started running ahead, rifle held out to clear the way.

[identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter bashed a guard in the chin with the butt of the rifle. "Billy! Goliath's still back in the cell. I'm gonna head back for him." He shouted over to the ranger
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-06-01 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it!" Billy yelled, pushing past his own pain to knock guards away from himself and Fletcher. His legs were the key tools in this task, the giant tear in his back not all that well suited for arm and shoulder strain. He was sure to always keep them blocked from the ones with rifles as he thought---however many were left, anyway. The group was making progress by now.

His breaths were short but heavy, pain racking him whenever he stilled. The obvious solution: keep moving, which helped with survival anyway.

"Hey!" Just then, he threw himself to the side to shove someone taking aim at another crew member down, whacking with the rifle shortly after.
greennotgold: (That's bad!)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2011-06-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Fletcher stuck close to Billy the whole time, afraid to get too far from him. The Chosen weren't backing down, Reda was still furious, Billy was hurt... What was he going to do?

As Billy threw himself aside, Fletcher noticed another Chosen raising a spear to attack someone. Almost without really thinking, Fletcher rushed forward to stop him; he didn't know what he was intending, just to somehow stop him from attacking, but it wasn't until the spearhead pierced the alien's stomach that Fletcher exactly realized what he was doing.

This was going badly.
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-06-02 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah!"

Another hit in a bad spot. Billy stumbled, but not before using the opportunity to viciously swipe at his opponent's legs. That and a hard kick should have done the trick.

When he rolled up, finally having a clear space for a few seconds, he spotted an ill-looking Fletcher. The horror of killing...and as he saw it on the boy's face, Billy started to feel it too.

No. They had to survive and mourn later, as sick as it was. Billy bowed his head for just a split second, squeezing Fletcher's shoulder. "Talk later," Billy asked breathlessly as he winced, rolling to defend himself from the next target.