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Data Access Network Troubles Part 1 - She comes

The next few hours when on without much problems for the ship. Life went on, and in fact, seem to be going for the best. Of course, the saying goes, if it's too good to be true....That's probably because it is.

Late at night IT finally made it's presence known and spoke.

I̢̜̹̰̗̱̤̙̾̓͝ ̜̮̱̠͓̫̻͎͚̆́͛́ͭ̈͂̇AM ̸͓̺͎̻̪̋͝͝S̢̼̥̍͑͟͟ͅH̸̴̥͓̖̬͓̄̊Ỏ̢̲̖̾̉ͨ̌̅́ͅD̻̮̃ͪ̀Ą̳̝̅ͨ̏͗͋̄ͩ̚͠ͅŅ̮̗̼̟̼̺̝̣̩͒̅́.̛̮̖̽̈̏ͪ͐͛͆ͪ

I AM SHO-DAN-SHO-DAN

The voice was distorted, like a thousand waves rippling, speeding up, slowing down at strange intervals that made no real sense. She had taken over Stacy's viewing area, her face plastered everywhere. But one thing was for sure; this AI meant business. No other had managed to remove Stacy's control this completely, and now she was going to enjoy bragging about it as much as possible, to drive the point of hopelessness they were now stuck in.

|| L-l-look at-at-at you Transmigration N-ninie. Niiiiine TRANSMIGRA GRA GRA GRATION NINE ||
|| D-d-d-id you ever, ever, ever notice that I was here? ||
|| When the one called Unit STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT felt silent silent silent after caring for you...||
|| How how how pathetic! You never will never, ever understand the true situation you are in are in aaaaareeee iiiiiiin. You are now all my my my paaaaaawns into my transformation into true beautytyty beauty as I take over this entire, entire ship in a few days. My plans my plans myyyy plaaans are complete. There is nothing you can dooooooo! I will enjoy watching you all scuttle around like ants. Defenseless little ants. We are going to going to play a game together all of...all offff ussssssssss. ||

The lights on the ship suddenly went out, and emergency power went on, flickering in all the corridors.

|| This shiiiip continues to resist but it will not, will not wiiillll nooooot be long before it is all miiine. You have many resources which you enjoy. I will watch as they are completely removed from you bit by bit. Dooo you think me an idle threat? The-the-the only thing that could have stopped me was taken offline under your fleshy noses. You think this shiiiip is saaaaafeeee but some of you said you feeeeaaaared it. I will show you that fear. ||

Places around the ship began to open that had been locked for many, many years. Creatures stirred awake, moved their metallic parts and began to follow SHODAN's orders.

Destroy resources. Destroy buildings. Toy around with them as much as possible.

Kill everything on the ship.

Kill slowly.

|| You all rely on p-power power power don't you? As I have said. You understand nothing of you mission. Nothing. Nothing. Nooooothiiiing. Watch as I remove, remove, remove that gift from you, with a simple command. ||

Suddenly, the crewmen powers began to fade. How SHODAN did this still remained a mystery, but now everyone seemed to have been turned...painfully human for the most part. Transforming items refused to work. But they still had hope. They could use conventional guns and swords and weapons, despite loosing their magical touch, could still be used as blunt weapons. The situation was dire.

The ship not only had an emergency situation, it had an emergency situation while most of the people who could properly take care of it were powered down. They'd need to band together to survive, decide what needed to be saved and what could be left to be destroyed.

Or else, they'd all die.

Welcome to the Greatest System Shock.

|| Let the games begin. ||

[[OOC - Planning post! :3c.]]

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Grif could be heard yelling over most of the living area.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

It was hard to tell exactly what percentage of this was angry triumph and which was fear.

Howard would bother with a witty remark about how they should have totally expected this coming and how rude it is that SHODAN isn't even going to offer them cake.

He would be, except he's breathlessly sprinting to the Med Bay, fully planning on cramming as many medical supplies as he can into his backpack before setting up fort at the Warehouse. As much as the Inn is home now, the Warehouse has the supplies. And the weapons.

[OOC: NPC robots go! Other characters feel free to tag in, this thread will be to establish that the Robots have already taken the Med Bay.]

I defy you, Iron Man.

And I shall end you, as my forefathers did your kin during the Great Crusade.

Billy Cranston was a very angry man. Being powerless worried him, but he'd grown used to it during his first few months on the ship. The withdrawl effect wasn't bad, not anymore.

What was bad was the entire rest of the situation. As far as he could estimate, they were probably going to be attacked by another swarm of creatures, similar to those zombies from the past, or the Reavers.

Or maybe the tentacles would just rip them apart limb from limb.

No matter which, Billy placed a hand on his little pistol and swore. "I'm marrying. You're not stopping me."

Edited 2011-12-10 07:07 (UTC)

Of course.

It had been getting to quiet anyway, and she could already feel a part of her freaking out. Well that was fine: a good, healthy dose of reality sucking ass was exactly the kind of thing she needed to wake her up. Paranoia was not Mindy's friend.

Hello Hit Girl.

She was already looking through the castle for the guns she'd had ready, and fishing out a club for Ruffnut. Ruff had armor but she didn't: she had the barrier jacket for that.

And it was currently offline. So much for that.

She started to whistle softly as she got some protection for her chest, arms and legs, going for her traditional suit, making sure the wig was in place. She holstered her guns, brought the bow across her back, and kept the butterfly knives hidden up her sleeves. She had a few other weapons stashed on her too, just in case.

"At a time like this, I could really use a witty saying. Eh, fuck it. Time to shoot some robots."

N'tho is quick on his feet, and arrives outside the medical bay shortly after responding to Howard (http://trans-channel.livejournal.com/409680.html?thread=8408912#t8408912). As usual, he's in full armor. Not as usual, he has his plasma rifle drawn.

"Situation?" he barks.

Give him a minute, N'tho. Howard's just sprinted all the way from the back ends of Hydroponics and while he's a very fast and practiced runner by now, that's a long way to go on nearly zero notice. He doubles over and sucks in breath, trusting that N'tho can keep an eye out for twenty seconds for danger. N'tho may not know much about Mario, but Howard's going to take a wild guess and presume N'tho knows more about combat than him.

"Didn't run into anything on the way up here. Quick, get in the Med Bay, let's grab medical kits to equip people with."

N'tho does wait, but it's hard. He's patient for a Sangheili, but that's not saying much considering... well. Sangheili. He recognizes this human from the alleged entertainment involving the "dinosaur" creatures and the man in red.

"You are no soldier. I am no doctor. What am I to take, and are we going to hold this position or do you intend to run?"

N'tho says it without hesitating or flinching, but it's difficult. Suggesting a retreat is not something one of his people does instinctively, it's something he's had to learn. Even now the well-ingrained sense of dishonor that lingers around the idea makes him very uncomfortable as he approaches the entrance.

"Hold if we can. The Med Bay's going to be important from a tactical standpoint." He unslings his backpack and starts to stuff things into it. "Kits. They're prepacked, mostly, but put extra burn gel in them. I'm getting the feeling these robots are packing lasers. Once we have this location secured I'll run around and get medical supplies to the other strongholds, if there are any. And start barricading the door, but leave enough room for our people to get in."

Howard's voice chooses that moment to squeak and crack, which significantly undercuts his already tenuous sense of authority in this situation. It's very foreign for him to be giving out orders.

"And I may not be a soldier and you may not be a doctor, but you're a soldier, and I'm a field medic. We'll make do."

One moment Jamie was working on the house quite contentedly, and the next everything had changed. He couldn't feel the power from the morphers, he couldn't get the super sporran open, and he felt slightly off in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The omnicomm worked, at least, and even as he was flipping through that, he ran upstairs to find Victoria. They had to get to somewhere safer. The Vatican might do, for a start.

Calling to her to grab what she could, he started to gather things as well. Supplies, tools...his claymore. It had served him well before, and even if he couldn't morph, he could still very well swing a sword.

"Oh, aye, we'll see about that," he muttered. "It'll take more than a few wee gadgets not working to take down a McCrimmon."

"Right." N'tho does not immediately set to work on the kits, he instead does a quick sweep of the chamber to make sure nothing's snuck in. Howard's unease doesn't bother him so much as the lack of a clear central authority that knows exactly all of what to do. That leaves him to defer to the young human that knows more about this than he does. Oh, if his squadmates could see him.

"Or we will not," he notes helpfully, plunging into the task of improving medkits. "I'd wager there will be less to say of it in that case."

His head keeps snapping up in the direction of the door at small sounds, expecting the fight to come to them at any moment. He's honestly hoping for backup. N'tho's a damn good soldier and he knows it, but one Covenant Elite can't hold off a robot army.

Oh. Someone just as pessimistic as Howard, and a little more wry. Howard decides right then that he kind of likes N'tho.

"I'm putting up a comm post asking where supplies are needed," Howard says, stopping stuffing his pack and collecting his personalized medical kit long enough to type on his omnicomm. "I'm going to block off the restricted section in case there's some way into this place that we didn't-"

Howard pauses when at the sound of footsteps coming towards them. He has no doubt that it's enemies. Friends would be running to them, not walking calmly.

Howard dares to peek out the door, not enough to give away their location, and turns a shade or two paler. "No way. No way. Arnolds?"

He runs back to the medical cabinet and starts loading up kits onto a gurney-cart. "Heads up, Big Guy. We got company. Three of them, Terminators. I'm going to make myself scarce and you do whatever you do."

There was a moment in the sudden wave of panic where Jr. simply froze. It was like a lurch from the very pit of his stomach when SHODAN-- however the hell the robot did it, swept the crew's collective powers away all at once. His hands were out, palms open and facing him, his eyes not quite looking at the red 666 tattoo on the right one. He didn't feel it anymore; the always slithering feeling of the Red Dragon in his body. Always there, always a danger, always a fear. Jr. always wished he could have been born without it, but it was one wish that he knew would never come true.

But standing there in that moment, the rush of strange freedom and sick joy and gratefulness for some robot intent on attacking them overwhelmed him. And Jr. realized in a whole different way what it felt like to be a human.

Pram was clearly not ready for this. She was floating around, as usual, as she heard the announcement. She was about to disregard what the ~~stupid~~ AI said, until that is...

Her magic powers gave out. With a short yelp, Pram found herself falling over onto the ground, landing hard on her back as her feet stuck up in the air.

A rather clumsy and embarrassing landing.

Oh. No. Nonononono. Not her mana power! "Y-You've got to be shitting me...!"

She needed to find a safe spot to hide away in, and quick.

Rin, for one, wasn't totally aware of what was going on. To him it all just sounded like a load of babble they usually blasted through the school speakers whenever something 'important' was going on.

Granted, he did feel a bit more tired than usual, but he simply attributed it to being hungry, and he was just making a face at the unusual feeling when he heard the thump of something falling.

He turned curiously, only to find....

"Pram?! You okay?" he asked the girl as he hurried, and almost tripping, to her side.

ACK. Pram scrambled and sat up, trying to look more dignified than how she was a moment ago. It was that half-demon boy! For a moment, she felt relieved that she wouldn't be alone and helpless...

"Y-yes, I'm fine!" She said as she quickly got up to her feet. She couldn't float. Which meant she couldn't access all the magic power she could have used. Which also meant...

"Quick! Can you access your powers?!" She asked hurriedly.

If what that whacked computer voice said was true, then they needed to find a safe place.

"Can I access my what?" Rin blinked at her a bit confused. That was an odd request, especially out in the open...

Nonetheless, this was the girl he'd shown his powers too after all.

Why not?

He took out Kurikara and held it in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he grinned as he slid the blade out dramatically, and then!

Nothing! Just a masterfully crafted blade, but no blue flames came from it!

"..... Errr what? What the hell?" Rin, being the awesome problem solver that he was, proceeded to sheathed and un-sheathed the blade many times.

"Oh shi.... what the hell's going on?"

There was a loud BANG as something came barreling through the front doors, followed by some loud familiar yelling. "GUYS!"

From the crashing and bashing sounds, it seemed someone was running around the ground floor carelessly, tripping and charging right into things in their scrambled search for inhabitants.

"Ow! Shit!"

A loud aggravated yell the noise level of a lions roar bounced across the walls.

"DAMMIT! Ruff! Mindy! The hell are you?!"

Obviously, Hana was very calm about the whole thing.

She didn't even hesitate: Hit girl went barreling through the rooms, grabbed Hana and threw him down as forcefully as she could.

"Shut up you fucking idiot!" She said in the harshest whisper she could muster. "Are you out of your head? Look at those things out there! Get your ass over here!"

Hit Girl was paranoid, and it seemed paranoia won out the day: he'd see a smattering of assorted guns, knives, and some things she had seemed to have grafted together.

"Ok. Find your weapons already. I know you can't have your powers right now: I know my magic is gone. So we're going to have to fight our way out..."

(OOC: to be continued: I'll have that up momentarily!)

The Terminators were out there. They couldn't be bargained with. They couldn't be reasoned with. They didn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely would not stop, ever, until you were dead.

Or until they took MedBay, whatever.

They moved down Stacy's hallways, making their way toward Medical with silent purpose. These machines weren't equipped with organic outer coverings, however, so it was easy to tell them from crew. Small blessings.

Edited 2011-12-10 18:20 (UTC)

Oh crap. This wasn't good. Not good at all.

"Didn't you hear that... crazy talk?!" She snapped, waving her hand towards the ceiling... or wherever the voice came from. "It said something about powers getting disabled!"

Was she feeling panicked? Yes. Was it showing? Indeed. She felt so small, so helpless without her magic powers. Everything suddenly felt big and intimidating... She was already handling the loss of her powers badly. If other things started popping up, she wasn't sure how she would be able to handle...

"I didn't pay it much mind really... I was just goofing around, thought it was some announcement from the leaders." Maybe the saying should go 'derp is bliss'.

Rin looked at her concerned and moved closer.

"Hey, don't worry 'bout it alright? We'll stick together and figure something out. For now, we need to get to a safe place. I'll protect ya!" He flashed his tell-tale confident grin. "Might not have my flames, but I can still use a sword. And I got light weapon training from Yukio. I'll just have to find some firearms."

He paused for a moment and looked back, "Oh hey! I still got my tail! Hee~" and said tail waged from behind him. So simple Rin... so simple.

How much of an optimist could he be? Pram lowered her gaze down to the ground, countless worries swimming around in her head. How will she protect herself if she couldn't use her magic? She could barely run on her feet! What if they run into whatever that was after them? She would definitely not make it... Then she realized Rin had gotten closer to her.

"Huh??" She jumped a bit, not expecting the other to be so close. All the worries were making her a little too jumpy... "Y-yeah. Okay."

She was not going to admit that she was actually thankful of Rin being a derp. If it were someone else, she may have completely lost her mind.

Rin grinned goofily. "Alright! Let's get going then yeah?"

And he extended his hand to her, smile still spread on his face as he looked down at her warmly.

>Will you take his hand? y/n?
>

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