Galactic Sea: Cosmic Tales

Kitcha faced Marigold with an unimpressed slant of the eyes.

"I'll hold you to those words, witch," she declared with her accent dropped, shortly after Snakeye's own quip. Extending her longsword, she thrust herself towards the zombie that held Ray's firearms- or any other zombie with advanced equipment, if that one had already been handled- and swung her sword right through its neck, aiming for some good 'ol decapitation.

edited 2nd Mar '16 4:27:09 AM by Cedi

".. Guess it's go time then.."

Shira fires off a couple shots at some far off zombies, aiming to take them out before they get close... Then Ray gets shot.

".. Fuck." She mutters under her breath, before dashing over to him. She takes a quick look around to make sure the zombies aren't too close before attending to Ray's wound.

"This might itch, but it's better than bleeding out and dying." Shira holds her hands over Ray's injury. The cells should begin to reknit, just enough to close the wound.

Marigold's body phased in and out as Ray's stab would prove to be in vein. Apparently everyone's suspicions were true: the Venuxian Women standing before them was just a holographic projection.

Marigold looked furious, "Why you miserable piles of flesh!" She pressed a button as the rest of the zombie hoard lifted their guns and started to open fire onto our heroes, "I'll see to it that none of you are gonna make it out of here alive!"

"Well this is going as well as I've expected." Bella mumbled, ducking down and avoiding getting shot herself before digging into her robes and pulling out a laser pistol. She took the thing and started firing at some zombies herself, "I think it's time to screw the heroics and get the hell out of-"

"Bad name?!" Marigold seemed to suddenly snap, a majority of the zombie's fire starting to go for Ray and Shira, "You're not even on my level you hairless ape!"

edited 3rd Mar '16 6:36:58 PM by HydraGem

"... I'll have you know, I'm about 23% bird-" Shira grunts, while beginning to try heaving Ray out of the way. Several shots graze her as she moves around. If she succeeds in helping Ray up or he just gets up by himself, she'll try to head towards the exit.

With the zombies distracted, Snakeye took hold of two of their rifles from the corpses he had been making.

"Alright, you wanna play rough?"

And he opened fire, both rifles in hand right onto the zombie hordes, the kick was immense, but it didn't matter to him.

He shot a quick look to Marigold "Dead or alive you're coming with me!"

... I hope your brilliant plan hinges on uploading a virus into her body by stabbing her hologram, somehow, Kitcha kept a snark to herself, as she unsheathed all of her blades, springing towards the zombies that had ignored her.

Some sort of quip about hacking off the heads of as many zombies as she could would have been fun, but she was more concerned exploiting the very fact they weren't shooting at her. So instead she just, kinda, kept her mouth shut as she went about hacking off the heads of as many zombies as she could, specifically the ones shooting at the lovable numbskull and Featherface.

Ray's eyes widened as he whiffed his attack. Well, it went through her. And that was exactly the problem. His laser knife had gone right through her. He felt himself slump to the ground. His leg was in agony. The shot had shattered his tibia. Blood was already soaking his jeans when Shira arrived.

"Thanks..." Was all he could say, before his leg began to regnerate. Itching was putting it mildly. He felt his leg pull itself back together just as the zombies began to fire at him. A bullet went through his right shoulder, and the knife fell to the floor. He felt a rib crack. His armor had saved him, but at this range the shots crippled him. His left arm hung uselessly at his side as he used his left one to pull himself up. If Snakeye and Kitcha hadn't been there to cover him, he'd be dead right now. He managed to drag himself behind cover, and initiated plan B.

"Go!" Ray said. Even if someone came back to help him, there was no way he'd accept their aid. Instead, he drew his pistol from his jacket. His weapon of choice. His fingers wrapped around it more naturally than ever. He fired at the zombie that had his bandolier, exploding all of his ammo. He'd gotten the team into this mess, he had to get them out of it. He then swapped his gun over to ice beam mode, then fired it at the door, hopefully freezing it shut. His breathing was heavy, and each breath was harder. He was beginning to worry that that shot to the chest had done a lot more damage than he thought. From behind cover, he began to fire his ice beam at the enemies. They might have been immune to bullets, but he doubted they could do much if they were frozen solid.

edited 3rd Mar '16 10:59:12 PM by HeroicSociopath

"I'll have your heads-"

And then, the Venuxian woman was cut off before she could reply to Snakeye. The explosion, caused by Ray's shot to his own ammo, destroyed the machine projecting the hologram-and a good number of zombies that were around. And with Snakeye and Kitcha doing work mixed with Ray's freeze ray, the rest of the Zombie Hoard was dispatched with quickly.

"Now I wish I gave you guys a raise." mumbled the Princess as she put her own blaster away and looked at the door Ray froze over, "Hey genius, that was the only way out of this room!" Well, that wasn't completely true-it was just the only way further into the ship. There was a back door, the way that they came.

She ran over to the controls, stepping back as another, smaller explosion, came from them. The zombie holding Ray's ammo was also pretty close to the controls, effectively frying most of the panel as the ship seemed to be locked into place, "And their goes the ship controls..."

edited 4th Mar '16 9:14:24 PM by HydraGem

Ray's shoulder was destroyed, and he was pretty sure his lung was punctured. The pain made him nauseous. Still, he was pretty sure they'd won. The bodies of their adversaries littered the floor. The ship's controls were destroyed. Shame. He'd been planning on landing it and maybe taking it for himself, but he had a backup plan.

"Everyone okay? Shira. Could you-" He coughed into his elbow. Even though his jacket was read, he could see it was flecked with blood. "A little healing would be nice." He started heading for the door that lead back to their ship.

"Snakeye. Do you think you could fire whatever weapons we have into the ship? Then maybe get us out of here?" Each word was like fire in his lungs. He holstered his gun, then picked up one of the rifles off of the undead. A conventional firearm would have come in handy, and it was about time that he learned to use them anyhow.

edited 4th Mar '16 9:25:26 PM by HeroicSociopath

Snakeye grinned, "Gladly."

And with that, he turned what weapons they had on their ship towards Marigold's and fired, it pleased him so to see that gone.

He had also hung on to a few rifles like Ray had, "Interesting designs, I prefer a nice revolver or a shotgun myself but these look functional."

"Ummmmmm..." Kitcha stared at the frozen door for a second in dumbfounded silence, before turning her head back to Ray. "... before we follow through another of your brilliant plans, could you do us a favor and explain what the flippin' heck you're trying to accomplish!? We don't have time to just shoot down the ship, she's gonna evacuate if we don't melt this door back down and get her!"

edited 5th Mar '16 6:32:02 AM by Cedi

"I get the feeling she was never on the ship at all Kitcha," Snakeye responded, "If she was, do you think things would have gone over that smoothly?"

"... good point," Kitcha admit, nodding as her antennae drooped a little. She raised no further objections as she focused her psychic powers on Ray to ease his pains, though the Earthling would probably notice he was still bleeding and all of that injury stuff until it were properly treated. She followed the others back towards the ship, keeping her blades at the ready just in case more zombies would attack on the way.

"Yeah yeah, on it... Just so you know, this is just to patch you up. I'm waiting until we're in a better spot to fix it completely. Same goes for your leg." She begins to get to work, the cells reknitting themselves relatively quickly. If Ray moves too much, though, the wound will open again.

"I guess nothing else matters. Whatever Zombies are still here are of no threat to us now." Bella said as she started to walk away from the controls, "And it seems that Marigold isn't here. So all we can do is just leave and let the authorities deal with it."

The door off the ship opened, which would leave them back to their own ship. The Princess put her gun back under her cloak as she put her hood back over her head. It seems that the worse was over-though Ray was probably gonna need a medic.

"Thanks." Ray said to Shira. Quietly. He held still for her when they got back on the ship, wincing as he felt bones reknit themselves. He was still covered in blood. He shrugged off his jacket, laying it on a chair, then loped off to the showers.

"I'm gonna go shower, then pass out." Ray said. He stopped for a moment, weighing his words like ingots of rare metal. "I'm sorry I didn't think things through." He said. He then entered the restroom, turning on the water.

"... hey", Kitcha spoke up just before Ray entered the shower, gently folding her lower arms as she learned against their ship's wall. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I wasn't so lucky my first bluff, either", she softly advised, letting him off to do his thing whether or not he appeared to listen.

"Well... so much for holding her to her words", Kitcha sighed with heavy disappointment, lowering her head as she pulled back her hood. "I guess I got too excited for a chance to score whatever bounty a zombie commanding terrorist's head would have..." she thought out loud, turning over to Snakeye. "Well, you're the pilot. You gonna do us the honors?"

Snakeye shrugged, "Alright, so we know Marigold's out there. What's our next stop?" he said as he set the ship forward.

edited 7th Mar '16 3:51:12 PM by EchoingSilence

Kitcha held her head low, closing her eyes as she contemplated through an awkward silence. She wanted nothing more than to say 'take out a dartboard, take to a sector, and take out Marigold's face', but she couldn't suggest anything of the sort with as little info the team had.

"... I'unno", she finally admit with a sigh, reaching into her pockets. "Maybe we should lay low for a little while... Marigold's still steamed at us, and I don't wanna risk being swarmed by corpses during any high-profile jobs. I'd hope she doesn't have that kind of resourcefulness, but better safe than sorry..." the insectoid went on, pulling out a couple of USB drives- one that the others would recognize from Belle's lucrative rewards. The other, however, didn't look like anything of Kitcha's... in fact, if anyone else had gotten a good enough look at Kit back during the gang's first gig together, they might have recognized it as his.

"It's not like we're strap for cash", she added, her eyes centering curiously on the latter USB. "I wonder how much of a parting gift is in this thing...?"

"..." Shira was silently a bit annoyed at Ray's gambit, but she didn't vocalise it. They'd gotten out alive, at least.. Better than nothing.

"Wait, what's that?" She asks Kitcha.

"Oh, this?" Kitcha held out the unfamiliar USB drive. "Kit left it behind when he split. Didn't seem like he cared enough about it to come back for it, soooo... finders keepers", she shrugged, standing up while fidgeting it between her claws. "Maybe it's his way of apologizing for ditching us so suddenly, or something. Dunno", she theorized as she approached a terminal with a USB slot.

Kitcha seated herself. Didn't look like anyone have any objections to sticking some mostly-random USB stick into their new ship's systems, so she was happy to do exactly that. After plugging in the storage device, she flexed her lower claws and ran them across the terminal's touch pad, locating and bringing up the USB's storage on screen. These things always felt annoying, but she had used one of them before, so it wasn't that terrible. It was kinda terrible, but technically speaking, not the most terrible thing she ever experienced.

"Come on, show me the credits", she eagerly mumbled to herself, hastily scrolling through the miscellaneous files stored on it. Just a bunch of miscellaneous personal program files, some folders full of what was probably Earth cat pictures, and some stuff related to some top secret Martian genetics project. Where's the mone-

... wait a tick... her finger froze at the end of the file browser. Was her mind playing tricks on her again? There's no way he wouldn't have put any money on this thing. Shifting her eyes for a half second, she flicked the menu up to read through everything again.

... Oh. Her eyes caught a second glimpse of some really suspicious file names as the list of icons flew by her screen again. That... is a thing... she refrained from saying in the split-second that the confidential files remained on screen, before scrolling off once more. Crap crap crap crap! Her mind panicked as the screen returned to the innocent list of probably Earth cat PN Gs. Don't- don't panic girl, she told herself. Your ex-client PROBABLY didn't notice unless she was being a creeper and looking over your shoulder this entire time you looked through the list. Just act natural, just act natural...

"Kyuhhh..." she groaned, channeling her inner disappointment as she lowered her head towards the terminal and closed the file browser. "Not even a single credit..." she sighed, retrieving the USB drive into her upper right hand. "Just a bunch of..." she paused awkwardly, shaking with a slight shiver. "... prons. Lots... and lots... of prons..."

edited 22nd Mar '16 2:46:46 PM by Cedi