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.]

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[windwitch]

Maxine honestly feels sick to her stomach when she sees the monster out there, making those noises and looking at her with those eyes. But she has to be strong. She has to be strong and not think about it.

It takes her a very long time to tear her eyes away from the window, even while the very creature staring at her is gunned down and left with a corpse.

She holds her puppy close, looking up at Clef. "I-- I think so," she says. "I don't know if I can do it as strong as normal, but I can still make a cyclone." Cautiously, she concentrates, and the wind starts picking up-- but she's sure she should wait on Clef's cue, or at least to hear if he has a plan. She can't think right then.

[meat_mooks]

The monsters go haywire at the sudden attack and whip themselves up into a frenzy. Some of them fall from the rifle shots, but others seem to take their injuries in stride as they lunge for Jorge. Others, confused by the changes in winds, starts walking in tight circles and looking for the source of their concern.

[noblefive]

The armoured supersoldier is pretty damn mobile, even when carrying a gun that looks very heavy. He moves around a lot to dodge the lunging of the monsters, opening fire whenever he can get a clear shot, to rain down bullets on the next monstrosity.

He gets a few hits, alarm bells blaring in his helmet as his suit's shield takes some serious damage. This causes him to break off his attack and dodge until the shield recharges...