Bleary-eyed toil brought results, and there was a cure for ROM-199A. Now the problem came with administering it.

Down in the city, the makeshift strike team wielded modified tranquilizer rifles and each of them had 12 cure rounds to use. The infected needed to be struck solidly in order for the cure to be injected-- they were instructed to aim for the chest, though a shot in the arm or leg that hit and stuck would work as well.

It's like paintball, except with deadly pathogens!


Meanwhile, up in Quarantine, those who didn't feel comfortable with shooting their crewmates in the face chest and lower extremities were charged with curing those who had already been subdued and contained.

That was more like tag than paintball, except with deadly pathogens, of course.


(ooc: If you signed up here or here, fire away. If you want to participate but didn't sign up, fire away. If you're infected, tag in to your victim of choice and tear those jerks apart before they shoot you in the face chest and lower extremities! THROW-DOWN! Remember, give the newbs and less plot-fortunate first shot. HAVE FUN.)

Omnicomm in hand with the map file displayed - the one that Alex had given him - Wheeljack made his way through the halls of the alien ship he'd found himself on only cycles ago.  Once in a while, he'd reach out to brush cool, pliable-metal fingers over the stone-plastic-something surface of the wall as he went, still in awe of this reportedly living, organic, sentient ship.

And in shock at everything he'd learned . . . but he resolutely was pushing that from his mind right now.

Right now, he was looking for the Engineering Department - a natural environment for him, to be sure, but more pointedly, he was heading to meet someone. Someone named Alex.

It occurred to the Autobot engineer that he had no idea what Alex looked like, nor even what race he was.  Guess I shoulda asked, huh.  Well . . . nothin' for it now, I guess.  Besides, how big can Engineerin' be?  Gotta be someone in there who answers ta the right name.

Reaching the top level of the ship, he came to an area marked "Engineering Core" and paused, outright staring for a moment.  Wheeljack was a brilliant engineer and top-notch physical scientist - the best the Autobots had to offer - but he took in the buzzing equipment and organic workstations with a sensation like degrading fuel in his tanks.

Whoa.  Um . . . I-I may be just a little outta my league here, I think.  Talk about a learnin' curve!

Well . . . if he had to start over again, then he supposed that was just what he'd have to do.  But first thing's first.  Squaring his shoulder struts, he strode into the room.  "Hello, anybody home?  Alex?"

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

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( There was nothing... )