| Pitch Black; Ship Graveyard Blues | |
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| Ava | Nov 24 2013, 06:18 PM Post #1 |
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The hull’s been breached! Alarms were blaring on the Havoc Perdition as it weaved to avoid the dangerous volleys of ammunition that was fired at them. Glacier was at the wheel, navigating them through the darkness of space towards the closest rock they could possibly find, The Ever Victorious just behind it, Gold at the helm. After awakening to the heat of battle, Ava and Gold had retreated to the docked ship within the Havoc Perdition to jump to its defense while they tried to make a valiant escape from the Majin fleets that were trying to bring them down. Ava was seated at one of the guns, trying to lay down covering fire while they fled, not even her unique manipulation of the missiles enough to buy them an easy way out. Ava felt her ears pop as with Gold’s warning, the room began to depressurize. She hardly had time to pull her gun from the holster before several creatures forced their way onto the deck, unleashing ki volleys where Ava was seated. She could hear Glacier’s voice shouting out in warning over the communication system from the other ship, but his words were lost beneath all the gunfire - her’s and otherwise. She took a blow right to the chest that sent her staggering back into the hull of the ship, narrowly avoiding a stretched fist as it slammed into the wall next to her head. Her aura clapped around her, sending the group that had gathered flying backwards. Gold abandoned the helm when the explosions ripped a terrible hole into the durasteel of the bridge. A violent volley of ki burst through in order to try to overwhelm the duo on the deck. The General dove down beneath some cover, not wanting to challenge the onslaught of unknowns right away. They needed to know who the hell was trying to shut down both ships and more importantly why. Both answers came when Gold spotted the pink mass of flesh strolling through the hole in the bridge. Majins. Both galaxies were under assault by the Wizard-powered menaces at the same time. Gold had been trying to find data on the mystical enemy, but nothing detailed turned up. It was almost like the entire history of the Majin and Wizards had been erased. He frowned when he heard a second set of footsteps, indicating there was more than just one of the pink bastards onboard. The General felt the ship course correct, following instructions from the Havoc Perdition as to where they were headed. Gold popped his head up from behind his cover and fired off a lightning bolt towards the first pink bastard he spotted. A satisfying crackle of energy rang out in the de-pressurized cabin. Upon second glance Gold saw that he forgot a key trait of the Majin terrors. “Fuck! Regeneration!” he exclaimed, dashing from his cover as a sphere of pink ki blew away the steel. Gold dashed around the back of the Majin, grabbing it by its gummy neck and pulled down to bring it crashing to the ground. The General felt the pink blob’s head stretch, but the rest of its body remained standing. The General kicked at the Majin’s legs, getting it to trip so the rest of its body fell. One hand was raised in a lightning charged fist that was meant to finish off the Majin with a brutal strike. It was then that Gold felt a pair of hands around his neck and he felt the world around him disappear into a tunnel of light. After a quick blink, Gold felt cold air around him and things were much, much darker. Ava jerked awake so suddenly that her boots rattled against the steel floor of The Ever Victorious. Only a single blinking red light far off in the top corner of the room illuminated the shambles it had been reduced to. She was sore everywhere, a gash opened up on top of her head and spilling red down into her eyes. It all came back to her, the attack, the crash - she’d barely managed to bring the ship down onto the infamous Dark Star before passing out from a lack of oxygen from the breech in the hull. The ship was on its side, she realized, as she looked straight up to find the control panel was on the ceiling - at least, from her vantage point. Ava was tangled in debris, laying on the wall just beside the door leading back into the main portion of the ship. She’d managed to land just inches from it, one arm dangling precariously down the long hallway - which would have equalled a dangerous fall. She counted herself as lucky. When she tried to sit up, the room began to spin, everything around her impossible to make out in the dim blinking red light. She felt how utterly alone she was, a sickening twist in her stomach as she was reminded that not only had she been separated from Glacier and the Havoc Perdition but that Gold had been apprehended just minutes before the ship went down. “Just great,” she said quietly, holding her head and taking several steadying breaths before she picked herself up and made the climb up the side of the wall with the help of a little gravity shift, landing herself in the chair. A system’s check told her everything was still operational, except that the damaged hull was keeping anything from pressurizing. Oh, and she was stuck at the mouth of a nasty looking crater some several feet over an abyss. She sent out a distress beacon, hoping that Glacier was still somewhere airborne and would intercept it. She relaxed in the chair for a moment, breathing the stale air around her as she checked herself, finding her capsules still miraculously in her pants pocket. She’d missed one very important detail - her pistol was gone. “Son of a bitch…” She’d lost it sometime in the crash she feared, that reality making her climb around the back of her chair and drop down onto the opposite wall beside the door leading farther down into the ship. She began to dig, her eyes straining in the dark to try and find it where she’d awakened. When she came up empty handed, Ava knelt and hopped down through the door to continue her search deeper into the ship. Everything looked like hell, the contents of the ship strewn about, making it almost impossible to navigate without tripping over something. It took time, but to Ava’s relief she found her gun nestled in the very back of the ship, balanced precariously over the back window and the darkness that lay beneath it. With a sigh, she tucked it back into her holster, fastening her jacket up against the chill that was beginning to sink in. It took some maneuvering, but Ava managed to get herself into the belly of the ship and out through one of the escape hatches, crawling along the outside until she managed to get on top of it and could take a good look around. There were ships everywhere… Ava had found herself in a total graveyard of them, one stacked on top of the other for miles in all directions. Some were so high they looked like mountains in the distance - shadows on the already dark backdrop of the sky. If she had any hopes of finding Gold, she was going to have to get herself to the surface of this junk pile, and hope he was well enough to activate his GPS Tracker. She started her climb upwards, her eyes on the sky, hoping at any moment she might see the Havoc Perdition on the horizon to come and get her. Sweat mixed with the blood on her brow by the time she’d made it to the top of the nearest junk pile, stinking every cut and scrape that covered her. She checked the holster under her jacket, relieved her pistol was still there, the familiar weight resting against her side. Ava knelt and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing at her face and neck. She was startled to find it completely scarlet in color when she pulled it back, feeling the fresh heat of blood seeping from the wound on her temple. With a frown, she wrapped the cloth around her head and fastened it with a small knot. That would have to do for now. Thrusting her hand into her pocket, Ava withdrew her communicator, trying to get a readout of anything around her, to try and figure out where the hell she was. Unfortunately, maps didn’t exist for the vicious planet, not even giving her so much as an idea of what side of the small planet she’d ended up on. She turned her eyes to the sky, stars flickering in the distance - some larger than others, but offering no additional light for the darkness around her. Was this where all ships went to die? The unique nature of her ki picked up the unnatural magnetic fields that were all around her, attracting every bit of metal to this location that it could. No wonder there were so many of them. Silence dashed her hopes of any other survivors like she was, even as she searched for any signs - plumes of smoke for campfires, any other sources of light. Nothing. A beastial roar so intense it hurt her ears, unleashed in all directions around her. There was no pinpointing it when it came from everywhere all at once. Ava dropped to her knees, covering her ears as she tried to look in all directions around her, aware that danger could come swooping in all at once. It was then she saw the mouth of a monstrous cave constructed from the very collection of ships that made up the graveyard. She could hear movement deep inside, the kind that made her feel that not even the great expanse between it and her was enough distance for her liking. “No fucking way,” she cursed under her breath, completely floored that something could be so big. Judging by the sheer size of the cavern where it resided, she gauged the creature within could be a big as a skyscraper back on Earth. It drew her heart up into her throat, no amount of swallowing pressing it back down. The reality made her fumble with her communicator again, trying to get some kind of a signal. Still nothing. What the hell good was this thing doing for her? The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end just seconds before a blur in the darkness had crept close enough to lunge at her. She barely managed to escape in time, diving across the smooth exterior of the shell of a ship she’d been perched on and nearly falling right off the side of it. The incredible darkness made it impossible to really see what had come after her, but its claws against the hull gave her a sense of its location. She fired off several rounds from her gun, the light making a silhouette of the mammoth Dark-Jin as he descended on her again - unphased. She took two steps before jumping from one vessel to the other, landing in a roll as he clattered after her. Ava didn’t have time to think about where she was going or how she would get back, only that she was going to have one hell of a fight on her hands if she didn’t get away. Ahead she realized her path of escape was quickly coming to an end. The total darkness made traversing any kind of a path impossible, but she realized the row of ships she was hopping across abruptly stopped. Ava dropped instantly, sliding across the top as she went over the edge, grabbing hold of the closest thing her hands landed on to keep from plummeting down into the darkness - which was exactly the fate of her pursuer. Luck had it he was without the ability to fly, and she watched him disappear into the abyss beneath her as she dangled overhead, looking down over her shoulder. She watched for a long moment even after he stopped screaming, to be certain he wasn’t going to fly up out of nowhere when she least expected it. Ava’s breath left her in a sigh as she lifted herself up and hooked her elbows over the bar she was holding onto and rested her head against the cool hull of the ship. It brought some relief to the splitting migraine she was suffering from, hoping quietly she hadn’t cracked her skull in the fall. Ava pulled herself up, climbing out of the hole she’d narrowly avoided falling into before laying down atop that ship, to give herself a minute to catch her breath. That’s when she spotted the scratched off “C” just under her face atop the ship she was on. It was a cargo ship by its size, and surprisingly still in tact. She could see that work had been done to it since it had come to land, likely from survivors hoping to make it off of that rock. She pulled herself up and forced open the hatch nearby, dropping down inside as quietly as she could. It had obviously been inhabited, several makeshift beds long since abandoned surrounding a central location. She immediately moved into the control room and fired up the computer, relieved when the system’s computer had enough juice to completely log on. Diagnostics told her the engines, despite how pieced together they were, would be enough to get off the ground. Unfortunately, the ship wasn’t outfitted with any working guns - though there were several piles of parts laying around inside. Whoever had been staying there had been salvaging goods from the nearby vessels, trying to make something suitable to take off in. She just had to wonder what happened to the poor bastards… “-va...c...me...wh...r...ga” The broken voice on her communicator jumped her into action, ripping it out of her pocket and flipping it open. “Please tell me that’s you, Glacier,” she said urgently into the device, waiting as several seconds went by in silence. When the com opened again, she was relieved to hear him again - more clearly. “Received signal...Enroute...ay...the...re….” He was getting closer she surmised, as the signal was getting stronger. He’d intercepted her beacon and was likely on the way to the ship she’d left not far away. That meant she needed to get a move on...but she wasn’t leaving without that Frankenstein cargo ship - who knew when it might come in handy? |
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| Ava | Nov 24 2013, 06:19 PM Post #2 |
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Ship Graveyard Blues: Completed [+30 EXP // +100 Zenni] Reward(s): Salvaged Cargo Ship // Add 2 Support Systems to the Salvaged Cargo Ship
Edited by Ava, Nov 24 2013, 09:04 PM.
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