ITT: We are on an intergalactic road trip II

Yes, we're friendly, and we'd like it if you didn't stand there and helped us kill this thing!

-fires at the spider drone-

What next? Will its eyes start glowing and it'll say 'ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL' or some other nonsense?

-I pause for a moment, then grab the thing by the abdomen, the only place safe to touch-

Alright Can't believe I'm touching this Get off!

-I pull it away from Catfish-

edited 8th Aug '10 2:48:23 PM by yarrunmace

-The spider drone's eye glows red, and it emits something that sounds like "ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL", but is interrupted by Flanker's round. It comes off, inert with a smoking hole where it's eye once was.-

edited 8th Aug '10 2:49:30 PM by l3wt

-helps yarrunmace remove the remains of the drone-

That little bastard.

-takes a close look at the remains of the drone-

Looks like something out of Doctor Who...

edited 8th Aug '10 2:50:40 PM by catfish42

Speak of the devil. Thanks, by the way. Let's hurry on to the bridge... I don't want to keep L3wt waiting.

edited 8th Aug '10 2:51:15 PM by Flanker66

...what was that? And are we in space? I'm sorry, I just woke up, I have no idea what happened.

-tries to keep up-

edited 8th Aug '10 2:52:11 PM by yarrunmace

A spaceship, yeah. Armed exploration, we're working for the... crap. What's the name of our company again?

-illuminates the way ahead with the flashlight-

edited 8th Aug '10 2:53:41 PM by catfish42

We don't work for a company. We're just a group of loosely affiliated people.

-is running down the corridors, his carbine raised-

OH NO I WAS KILLED BY FALLING DEBRIS.

Really? I thought I remembered something about a large company... but what do I know, I'm unsure what my job is...

Oh look, there's a dead one.

edited 8th Aug '10 2:57:23 PM by catfish42

-follows them, holding his pistol up and to his side; it seems as though he's been drilled in how to operate in a combat zone-

Don't let your guard down—there are probably more of those things.

-Several gunshots are heard down around the corner, and another drone is thrown into the wall, into view of the group. it tries to skitter out of the way, but an armoured boot comes down on it with a vicious crunch. The owner of the boot steps forward, lowering his large bayonet-fitted weapon as he raises the visor on his helmet.-

Gentlemen.

edited 8th Aug '10 2:59:34 PM by l3wt

-picks up a piece of debris resembling a cricket bat-

Great... who are you?

edited 8th Aug '10 3:00:25 PM by Flanker66

Aw... Who the fuck are you then?

-aims the pistol at the newcomer as he runs to cover-

Identify yourself!

What, you don't recognize your own LT behind a suit of powered armour? I'm so dissappointed in you guys.

edited 8th Aug '10 3:04:49 PM by l3wt

Well, you did get that new suit fairly recently... but I'm just glad you're fine. After all, you have gotten us out of sticky situations before.

Oh you. I should have known. Who else here references obscure old video games?

Erm...hello, sir. Yarrun H. Mace, at your service.

-Shrugs-

I have no idea what you're talking about. Anyway, these drones have killed most of the crew already. And the ship, I'm sorry to say, seems far gone. We should make a sweep for survivors, then head for the escape pods.

It seems a shame that we'd have to abandon the Erinthios after all we've been through together...

-sighs behind the helmet-

But if we have no choice...

Oh, now that sounds like a good plan, boss.

...Erinthios's the name of the ship, now I remember.

edited 8th Aug '10 3:14:43 PM by catfish42

Look, we don't know how much longer the Erinthios will hold together. For all we know it could blow up in the next three minutes or in a hundred years!

Night.

Right then. To the pods.

Bye Flanker.