Survivalist Plot: And Now We Just Try to Survive

[meat_mooks]

In the middle of one of Stacy's nights, a distress beacon comes in. A desperate S.O.S. shows up on the screens. Source: one of Stacy's mission shuttles, the one that went to the small colony planet 'Eden' to answer a distress call.

|| Crematia, Goliath and Jorge. Please report to the Observation Deck for a rescue mission. ||

The rescue crew has little time to react and prepare. Within a matter of minutes, the available hands on deck are equipped and stuffed into an unarmed shuttle, then sent down to the planet surface. The shuttle lands a few hundred yards from the radio tower, the source of the beacon. The original crew is still inside the tower.

And between the tower and the shuttle, fifty strange, malformed beasts loll about in the baking desert sun. They're the pinkish color and texture of uncooked plucked chickens, the size of bears and armed with mouths large enough to fit a dog in. Drool dribbles from their fangs in thick ropes. Their hands are unsettlingly humanoid, with six long fingers that taper into a needle point. They don't look even a little concerned about the shuttle.

[OOC: I will be traveling tomorrow, so please feel free to NPC your own monsters and cause carnage. This is your chance to get your character mutilated, or have them save the day with a heroic gesture! Threadjacking and teaming up is encouraged! The monsters are intelligent enough to learn from imitation, but otherwise just lunge at you and bite you. They can also mimic sounds, but they are no longer flammable. Alas. If you want me to NPC for you, drop me a line or tell me in the subject title.]

Comments

[teethofneedles]

"I hope you choke and die!" Karis screams after them, taking one more futile swipe with her axe. Then she slumps back on Howard's corpse, staring at the sky.

Shit.

That didn't go as planned. She could probably drag herself to the shuttle, but that would mean leaving Howie for the corpse-eaters and like hell she's going to do that anytime soon.

[not_the_philistine]

Backup arrived as the creatures were distracted by Karis' leg. They were soon distracted from that when Goliath threw another of their number at them, ripping the leg back in the sudden confusion.

The sight of Karis already half-dismembered but still (it seemed) alive was shocking, but none of them had the time to afford shock. He set her leg down and picked her up instead. The body beneath her would need carrying as well, and if he was to bring her leg back with her and locate the other, he would need at least one hand free.

"Can you hang on to me by your own power?"

[teethofneedles]

That might be difficult. Her other leg was already hamburger meat (or close to it) and being torn apart by a couple of the creatures a couple dozen yards away. Karis glares up at Goliath for a moment and then nods.

"Of course I can! I'm not some mewling weakling. Gimme your damn hand."

She stretched out a clawed limb.

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath grabbed her hand and swung her onto his back, tucking his wings around the remains of her torso to help hold her in place as she grabbed his neck. He reached down to grab the other body, with only the briefest pause as he recognized the young human he'd found robbing his castle. The one he'd only so recently failed to defend.

There was no time for such thoughts. Howard's small body fit easily in one of his arms, and with Karis' other leg a lost cause, he grabbed the remaining one and charged the creatures, roaring to scatter the cowardly.