ITT: We are on an intergalactic road trip II

-frowns in confusion-

I know that voice, I think...

-steps forward hesitantly-

Are you...Franker 88?

The door's open, Reecer.

-turns back to Sullen Frog-

It's Flanker... part of my callsign is 66 though, but everyone calls me Flanker. And you're...

-squints as he reads his HUD-

"Sulren Dog"?

edited 8th Aug '10 2:15:24 PM by Flanker66

The manifest, right.

-quickly turns round as Flanker raises his gun-

Who's that now? Oh wait, I think I remember, something with... toad?

edited 8th Aug '10 2:16:26 PM by catfish42

Foes... Confirm -Static- mechanical, insectoid drones -static-

Great. I hate bugs.

-mumbles to himself, trying to remember-

Dog, toad...Frog.

-brightens-

Frog, that's it! I remember my name!

-darkens at the announcement-

Well, that would explain why this place looks like a sty at the moment.

Oh, Sullen Frog! The manifests must be corrupted.

-tenses as I hear the announcement-

Lovely. Reminds me of my time in the Omicron-Kappa system.

Don't ever remind me of that again.

Well, when in doubt, get some armor on.

-puts on space suit, crawls outside medbay-

Hellooo! Hell-

-sees a bunch of dead bodies outside the med-bay-

Okay. Stay calm. The blood's dried, so it must have been a while ago.

-starts exploring-

edited 8th Aug '10 2:28:21 PM by yarrunmace

-Mechanical chitters can be heard from down the hall Frog, Flanker and Catfish are exploring...-

Look, it wasn't my fault that they took badly to me pulling that silly pose while taking a photograph!

The hallways are rather barren apart from the occasional corpse or wrecked piece of machinery... yet it feels as though danger lurks at every turn.

-turns in the direction of the sounds-

Oh, lovely. I don't suppose any of you have any extra weapons, by any chance?

-draws pistol and aims down the hallway-

No, no, no, no, not this shit again...

The photograph? Since when do you think it's a good idea to pull faces in the presence of one of those things. You know they don't like that. Everybody knows.

edited 8th Aug '10 2:32:26 PM by catfish42

Hmm...what's this on my suit? Transmissions: Off

-I turn the transmissions on and get the last two transmissions-

...I have to get out of here.

-tosses Frog a pistol and turns toward the noise-

Fantastic. And Catfish, you do realise that I had only gotten my information from a Junker in Omicron Gamma, right?

-Something scurries out of the way, just out of sight in the dark, making little tiktiktik noises as it goes...-

Oh come on, like it's so hard to get some decent informations. As long as you use the right channels, but NO, Mister Lawful doesn't do that and thus ends up in a massive mess from which I have to rescue him...

Wait, what was that?

edited 8th Aug '10 2:36:37 PM by catfish42

-dropping his would-be bludgeon in order to catch the pistol, Sullen cannot help but admire the weapon's craftsmanship. Its design is both economically efficient, ergonomic and aesthetically pleasing; further, its weight feels comforting, almost natural in his hands. He frowns at this, wondering what it means as he aims down the hallway-

Any idea what we're up against?

-watches the thing skitter away-

I'm guessing that would be it, then.

edited 8th Aug '10 2:37:22 PM by SullenFrog

I don't like this.

-checks his carbine-

-starts running down the hall in a panic; hears noises down the hall-

Okay, stop, stop.

-sees the creature-

Nevermind, run the other way!

edited 8th Aug '10 2:40:42 PM by yarrunmace

And of course, who needs night vision filters on a brightly illuminated spaceship? Those cheap bastards...

-shines flashlight down the hallway-

...I see nothing. Anyone?

-whirls around in time to see Yarrunmace-

Wait, stop!

-Silent and sudden like a stab wound, a small, sharp-limbed spider drone leaps out of the shadows towards Catfish-

-drops down and attempts to shoot the drone-

Get that thing of me! Aw, shit!

-stops running and turns around-

Wait, you guys friendly? Can you hel-CRUD IT'S GOING FOR HIS ARM!