Lirath - Ship Survival

[cityship]

 As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

[ooc: Open!]

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MEDBAY

[cityship]

Run by: Kaylin
NPCS: Everyone

Severely injured refugees and crewmembers were being transported up to the ship and taken to the Medbay, after triage. These people needed to be stabilized, stat.

Fortunately, the Emergency Medical Hologram had split himself into duplicates to help out.

[ooc: Subthreaded.]

Re: MEDBAY

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

She had done her best, fighting on the ground, but she knew full well that she would be needed elsewhere as well: there were refugees suffering and dying all over the place, and this time it wasn't the relatively minimal amount of blood loss from Zozek II: people were in pain all over the place.

And Kaya herself wasn't in tip top shape, not with all those narrow misses and cuts and scrapes she'd obtained, and her nerves were frayed. She was grateful that the others had been fighting and lent a hand, because right now she could at least take care of the people here. She barked out orders to the others at hand and did what she could, trying to move from one person to the other, using her chalice whenever necessary, although some did not take to her transforming into her white Pactio form as well as she hoped. For her, it was all the same: people dying, people injured, and her just hoping no Ohm had the chance of coming in and disrupting things.

Re: MEDBAY

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy looked startlingly out of place as she darted back and forth between the people rushing around being professional. Truth be told she didn't know the first thing about medicine.

But she was good at taking orders and so whenever someone demanded she fetch an item she was gone in a flash and back again.

At the moment she was carrying a stack of bandage wraps through the Med bay letting people pick off the top of her stack till her hands were free again.

[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

It was after the cultists had launched their attacks, spreading their chaos through the ship, when Dhianeila's projection appeared in the med bay. It flickered every now and then as she tried her hardest to focus, and though she wasn't there in the flesh, it was still easy enough to see how distressed she was. Tears ran down her face, and her voice was urgent, pleading.

"Please, send somebody to Hydroponics!"

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

Battle was hell, but somehow the casualties remained even worse. Men could tell horror stories about war, but in the medical facility it was an entirely different battle. Martha had seen it enough, and as always in times of trouble was keeping a cool head throughout the situation, doing what needed to be done and realizing what couldn't.

Currently she ran with full bags of IV fluids, rushing to replace them with the ones being sucked dry by the patients. Head filled with lists of what needed to be done when, afterward she would analyze what had happened.

Kang treatment

[curiousredsoul]

Not far from the Medbay, the primary end of Celena's Gateway system sprang to life, a portal once more forming between the spinning crystals, coalescing to form a stable gateway between the ship and surface of Lirath. More specifically the primary MASH tent. Within but a moment after it's forming, Celena herself stepped through the threshold, moving quickly as the unconscious and rather large form of the draconian many knew so well floated through after her, wrapped in a number of heating pads to aid with his condition. With but a wave of a hand she closed the portal after her, putting it to standby for her return.

Not hesitating for a moment she proceeded rapidly toward the medbay as she had a few times before with various patients who were either too injured for treatment at the MASH or whose injuries needed the equipment of the Medbay itself. Approaching the nearest available medical assistant she motioned to Kang's floating form, "I need your assistance, Kang is suffering from hypothermia, he must be warmed if he is to survive, and warmed slowly. I must return to the surface shortly,"

ENGINEERING

[cityship]

Run by: Dragon
NPCS: N/A

They're givin' it all she's got, captain! Despite the best efforts of the fighters outside, damage was being done to the ship, and it was creating strain on Stacy herself. While the organic parts were healing naturally, the mechanical parts of the ship, particularly the engines, were going to need constant repair during the fighting.

Could the engineering crew tasked with such a momentous undertaking keep up?



[ooc: Subthreaded]

Re: ENGINEERING

[staturity]

The last time they'd fought the Ohm Cassie had been on the front lines. And aside from the failure to reach the Node, she hadn't done half bad. Now she was stuck on the ship and away from the action.

"Not fair." She muttered before catching herself. Really, this was more than fair. By all intents she should have died when that bomb exploded. And if she'd been at home she would have been stuck with disfiguring scars for the rest of her life.

But then Engineering started taking damage and her attention shifted.

She'd learned a lot about Engineering but hadn't had much of a chance to get hands on experience with it. Looked like she was going to have a baptism by fire.

She quickly went to work examining what needed fixing, mindful of any orders issued.

Eleven/River/Master Super-Team? (don't make me laugh)

[syncopath]

He hadn't really been aiming to contribute much to the battle, other than perhaps slip away quietly into some sort of escape shuttle and witness this abominable ship burning from a distance. But the Ohm's forces had closed in more quickly than the Master expected, and the last he'd heard the Hangar was now overrun with the things.

So he made his way to Engineering, determined to at least try to hold the ship together while he was on board-- and perhaps incorporate a few of his own 'suggestions' into the hardware. The ship seemed all too happy to guide him to the Core, its unwanted tendrils slipping past his shoulders, ankles, and back, and making him shudder.

At the threshold, though, he stopped cold. Even with the all-important goal of survival firm in his mind, the sight of the Doctor and his hybrid pet already working at one of the stations made him want to turn round again.

SHIP STAFF A (Catastrophists)

[cityship]

Run by: Karl
NPCS: Karl

Hidden among the refugees, some of the cultists that were wreaking havoc down on the planet were hiding, though their numbers were, fortunately few.

Could they be taken out before they hurt anyone?

[ooc: Subthreaded.]

Re: SHIP STAFF A (Catastrophists)

[memory-hax.livejournal.com]

"Let's move in an orderly fashion!" called out Philip, waving at the refugees, a small earring given to him by Rein in his ear. "Hoshi, Ren, Shoutarou, how's it handling on your end?"

MEANWHILE IN HYDROPONICS...

[dhianeila.livejournal.com]

Dhianeila figured not many people would be wandering around the area, so she decided to, for a while at least, stay there to focus herself on the battle outside. She moved through the spacewalk first, seeing with her own eyes rather than her projection, the view of the battle around her. Ohm and mecha and the occasional Bellcross in swirls of colors and lights, lasers and explosions that dwarfed the pinpricks of light the stars made on the dark background of space. The saddest part, to the young woman, was that at the speeds and distances many of them were, you couldn't tell Ohm from mech from GIA ship. All it was was simply fighting. Fighting that she hoped so desperately would come to an end, soon.

That was why she had to do her job, as well.

She entered Hydroponics, not too far a distance away from the space-walk. It was a comforting place to her. Silent and peaceful and smelling of a planet - almost as if she were home on Dewey. It would be a good place to rest herself, and focus to move her consciousness outside into the battle, to attempt to make contact with the Ohm once again. Thankfully, none were close to Stacy herself (yet), but that just meant more concentration on her part. But she was ready. The sights outside alone were proof enough of how important it was.

She walked over to a bush, gently running a hand over a piece of fruit that grew from it as she thought, trying to calm herself. Prepare herself.

Re: SHIP STAFF A (Catastrophists)

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Someone had to provide cover for the guys ushering in the refugees, and Hit Girl, who had sadly missed her chance of actually going down to kick the sorry ass of Ohm, was at least helping out. She was getting pretty tired of this, not being able to go and fight as well as she knew she could have, but she guessed someone had to make sure these stupid refugees got on the ship all safe and sound, right?

"I swear, most of the fighting I'm going to do is in the damn Sensorium," she muttered.

Re: SHIP STAFF A (Catastrophists)

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"The more you cry and scream, the harder it is for others around you to hear directions," Eva barks out at the refugees as she helps usher them in. "Stay calm. Your panic doesn't help anyone."

Some of the refugees are children. At any other time, this would fill Eva with sadness and she'd be trying to comfort them. But this is war. War is like business, like politics, like anything ruthless and cold. The time for warmth and comfort is gone. Now it's time to simply balance costs and make sure as much damage is done to the Ohm as possible, and as many lives as possible aren't lost unnecessarily.

People she loves are risking their lives, maybe dying down on the planet. And she has to help keep people from stampeding into each other and make the transition into the ship as quickly as possible.

She's carrying her revolver, fully loaded. Someday she ought to consider upgrading to a laser weapon or something easier to reload, but she likes sticking it to Edriss' ghost.

"Ma'am, keep your children close to you. Carry the little one or she'll be trampled. Sir, the crowd's moving this way. We can reunite you and the missus later. Wounded over this way. Speed and order, all of you."

Part 2: Terrorist Attack!

[catastrotastic.livejournal.com]

As the battle continued, more and more refugee ships scrambled aboard. The crew managed to get a good routine going, and processing all of the incoming refugees and calming them down became somewhat easier as time went on.

However, just as the crew was starting to get complacent, things took a turn for the worse.

At one of the refugee checkpoints, where the GIA troopers that had come aboard were running security checks on incoming refugees, a somewhat large group from one of the recently boarded ships approached. Each and every member of the group wore ominous black robes. One of them approached the check point as the rest disregarded them, moving past.

"Could you ask your friends to wait?" the GIA soldier nearest to the one that approached said as he began going over the robed man with a hand scanner. "We have procedures to ensure safety--"

The soldiers eyes went wide for only a moment after his scanner gave a warning.

"THE END COMES!" the man yelled, and in an instant was vaporized along with many of the nearby GIA soldiers and refugees.

"Catastrophists!" a panicked survivor who had witnessed the event yelled out, before one of the other robed men rushed towards them, shoving a knife in their chest.

"The end comes, brothers!" one of the robed mad men yelled as some of the group took their robes off, revealing crude body armor, guns and blades, opening fire on the innocent civilians around them.

Those still wearing their robes appeared unarmed, but the way the rushed forward suggested they were just as dangerous as the others.

The sudden attack caused a massive surge of panic in the mass of refugees, causing them to rush away in a chaotic stampede. It would be a difficult fight to keep the refugees safe and stop these strange mad men--these Catastrophists--from killing everyone.

SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[cityship]

Run by: Pixle
NPCS: Everyone

Hull breach! A group of Ohm had gotten through and were sabotaging ships in the Hangar. The hole in the hull was sealed up quickly but the air lock release was busted, so they couldn't just be swept out. Stacy was trying her best to destroy them with tentacles, but it was clearly not enough.

Some of the crew were going to have to take matters into their own hands, and fortunately, mecha, forklifts, and other equipment around the hangar would help make their job easier.

[ooc: Subthreaded]

Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[metalwebhead.livejournal.com]

As some of the Ohm came closer, they could hear someone singing. Singing an odd jingle. (http://youtu.be/juvKrcMWXKc)

This is the song written for the fight scene,
We're gonna squash all of the Ohhhhhhhm...!

A few seconds later, a number of Grunts would get squished by... a thrown forklift.

"We killed the Ohm with a forklift~!" Spider-Man finished up, pumping his fist as it struck. "Huzzah!"

Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[twilit-midna.livejournal.com]

Well, now was as good a time as any to break out the big important spells. Midna summoned up her Fused Shadows, using their power to transform into a giant spider-like creature (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI0k71V57Ko). She used her arms to grab stray Ohm, hurling them into walls and each other, tossing heavy shipping containers at them to try and crush those that were currently out of reach.

Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[aphephobiaqueen.livejournal.com]

In a swift burst of light, a splash of Ohm guts and blood sprayed everywhere, revealing behind it the girl who had just sliced through a few and was looking to do some more damage as the fight continued.

Satellizer frowned as she noticed that the hull breach had been pretty large and that the Ohm who had slipped through where much more than she had originally thought, even the ship herself was having a hard time dealing with them.

She looked to the others already working to eliminate them and frowned, it seemed it would be up to them. She closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath, a slight sigh and a subtle moan escaped her lips as her form took on a more vibrant, silver aura. Silver armbands and leg armor now appeared on her as her hair and eyes emitted a silvery light. She had entered Pandora mode and was ready to destroy those who stood in her way.

Wings of light burst from her back as she dashed towards the group of Ohm gathered nearby, her Nova Blood weapon seeking to slice through the enemies eagerly!

Will be NPCing for this thread. o/

[sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com]

Nanaki's first reaction to attack was in the form of his teeth and claws. Which he would soon find only did so much damage on the Grunts that wormed their way into the hole. But damned if he didn't try anyway, letting himself go and snarling, leaping back, running around and striking at it again. I'm not going to let them go any further than this!

He decided to take a different route soon enough, relying on the small spheres that rested comfortably in the bangles around his legs. Using their magic, he sent a bold of lightning crashing down on the enemy.

[fattynoparents]

Chell and Wheatley had a problem.

Well. Chell had a problem, and, as always, that problem's name was Wheatley.

Everything was happening too fast for her to even register--at first she'd been pleased to stay on the ship, thinking that Stacy meant safety, but she was quickly proven wrong as the Ohm stormed the hangar. After that, it was a scramble for cover as she found herself completely out of her element. She could shoot a gun, yes, but she was a survivor, not a soldier. Being an expert of self-preservation more often than not meant finding clever ways around the danger, not charging it head-on, as their crewmates seemed to be doing. She felt decidedly out of place in the chitinous armor, wielding an unfamiliar weapon, and quickly chose "flight" over "fight", in part because of her aforementioned problem.

Simply put, the problem was one she'd anticipated but hadn't managed to do anything about: it was flat-out difficult to fight and tote the AI at the same time. She'd settled for hefting him with one hand and trying to shoot with the other, but her priority was always staying alive, and her plan adjusted accordingly. Chell was going to have to find somewhere safe to stow him until this was over.

Easier said than done, of course. The Ohm were everywhere, but at least the hangar provided hiding places in the form of the sheer amount of vehicles contained there. Sprinting from her alien pursuers and managing to shake them temporarily, she ducked under what appeared to be several large, bipedal combat vehicles, like massive suits of armor. Chell allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, glancing down at the robot as if asking what they should do.

Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

The question wasn't really why Jamie was in the cockpit of his Geno Saurer inside the hangar instead of out with the rest of Rogue Squadron. At the moment the question was, would he and his Zoid be able to survive this.

He'd piloted her around the island and trained with her in the sensoriums, but he'd never been into actual combat with her, and uncertainty intensified the anxiety he typically felt before a battle. His fear was communicated to the Geno through his posture in the cockpit chair, his clammy grip on the control sticks, and she snarled peevishly, hooked foreclaws flexing in agitation.

As Ohm infantry units swarmed over the ships and machinery inside the hangar, Jamie backed the Geno into a position where her ranged weapons could be brought to bear, trying not to think about the fact that he was getting ready to kill sentients. They were just bugs, he tried to tell himself. There was no way they could all be actual thinking beings. And if he didn't kill them, they would kill him, and millions - billions - more.

Strangely, none of this made the situation easier.

A mob of chitin-armored forms detached from the main invasion force and swarmed toward him; Jamie grit his teeth, eyes flicking among the approaching units, and locked onto a Grenadier with the Geno's pulse rifles. Insectoid limbs disintegrated in twin blasts of light, the creature staggering and collapsing to the floor of the hangar, where it twitched and scrabbled feebly as infantry units plowed onward over and around it. As soon as the first had fallen he'd locked onto a second Grenadier, then a third, dispatching the bigger threats quickly, cleanly, and mercilessly.

Jamie might have been a little appalled with himself if he hadn't been preoccupied with a mind-numbing fear of dying horribly.

Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)

[not_the_philistine]

What worked last time may still serve Goliath well in this second battle with the Ohm. He wrests a leg from the socket of the first grunt he comes into contact with, and keeps it as a weapon against the next.

Several times he has to go and harvest a new one, when he spots a grenadier about to spray its corrosives at a crew member or machine, and kills it with the limb of its fallen comrade thrown with deadly accuracy.

Part 2: Boss Fight!

[ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com]

It wasn't long before things began to escalate, as more Ohm started pouring into the Hangar from all sides.

To make matters worse, something new had made its way through. Alongside a surprisingly large group of Assassins stood a strange and unique Ohm combat form, apparently some kind of variant of Assasin: The Demon (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Ultra-Raptor/02.jpg).

This new, singular entity appeared to be a commander of some type. Either way, something new and unknown from the Ohm was going to be extremely dangerous.

Hacking into Stacy

[cityship]

Run by: Pixle
NPCS: Pixle

The visible parts of Stacy weren't the only things the Ohm were attacking. Deep inside the core, an Ohm hacker had been tracing the ship's signals and being incredibly effective at it. Traveling amongst the millions of tubes and dataflow, the anti-virus programs and firewalls put up by the crew had left it mostly undaunted, and it was making incredibly rapid, dangerous progress. Even more so when it began to lay down creatures in all of the dataveins as it moved along, causing chaos and trying to overload the systems.

|| Attention Cortana, Andromeda. I believe that an Ohm hacker is trying to get to my main programming AI core. Due to the path it is undertaking, I calculate that we have around thirty minutes before it succeeds completely. It is also sending creatures to permanently disable the breathing and gravity functions on the ship. Both of you must hurry and get a small team of the crewmen to help you. ||

The situation could turn incredibly dire soon, especially if the ship already had a lot of complications that needed to be fixed. But this was a different beast entirely - an inside job that would require things not yet tested. Moreover, since a lot of the crew was currently occupied fighting off the Ohm, they'd need to get the team established very quickly.

"You realize how risky this is? We've never really sent humans into the dataflow before." Cortana crossed her arms, the worry about the safety of the crew evident. "Still, if it's the only way..." She was already busy fighting against some of the virus bugs, trying to buy the both of them as much time as possible. Sadly, it was a losing battle for them both. The hacker simply was too powerful faced alone.

"Considering our alternatives, we don't have much of a choice," the other AI answered, already busy scanning the database to select individuals still counted as being present on the ship. While this could be a perfect opportunity to piggyback into Stacy's system themselves and get their questions answered, she knews that this was neither the time nor place. The needs of many outweigh the needs of the few, and if the crew had no air, there would be too many deaths on their hands. She opened up a message to all those she could establish contact with. "This is AI Andromeda asking for emergency aid. We've got an Ohm hacker trying to get into Stacy's core and we need your aid in stopping it. If you are able to do so, please head toward this room." A small map appeared to guide them, the arrow pointing toward their destination. "If you are close enough to make it without injuring yourselves from the current attacks, please rendezvous there. We shall activate the data machine in three minutes. Understand that the process has never been tested before and could be potentially hazardous." The AI was not one to mince words. "Cortana and myself will greet you and explain more once you arrive."

Upon arriving to the room, the crew would notice a large laser-like machine that was attached to Stacy's wall, looking like a techno organic computer. There were a few chairs and a small series of tubes and wires that were ready to connect to their body. It...didn't look to fun, but dire times required dire methods.

[[Posting order will go as characters arrive]]

[appletastic]

What's that? Stacy's in trouble? Applejack is on the case! She set off for the room at a gallop, eager to do something, anything to lend a hoof. No one would let her join the main battle outside, it was too dangerous for a pony without protection or a weapon. She wasn't a diplomat, not in the slightest, and she didn't know the first thing about fixin' everypony up. So what could she do?

Whatever was just announced!

She stopped in the appointed room with the strange machines at a skid, looking around with wide eyes.

"Hey, does anypony know what's goin' on? I sure don't see any cores being tossed around."