-A distress call, intermittently interrupted by static can be heard from what speakers are still functioning aboard the ship.-
General distress... -KHHRHGH- TVT Erinthios reporting heavy damage. Hull integrity compromised. All personnel are to- -Another burst of static-
When in deadly danger, When beset by doubt, Run in little circles, Wave your arms and shout.Smart move. I was about to leave the hangar anyway...
-jabs a thumb behind himself-
After all, I doubt much of value is left here.
-pauses as he hears the transmission through a half-broken speaker-
That was L3wt. Come on, we've got to find him!
edited 8th Aug '10 1:50:44 PM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09Probably. The way I took to here looked pretty safe, let's try that. As much as I remember about the deckplans, that should take us to the bridge too. It's just a bit dark here and there.
That's why this is the first thing I picked up. -waves flashlight-
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineGood thinking. I think that our suits will probably allow us to stay alive in the unpressurised sections.
-goes past the room Reecer 6 is in-
And it wouldn't hurt to look out for any other survivors.
-hears the transmission and Reecer 6-
Hostiles? Oh, great. I've only got this laser carbine... and is that someone inside that room? Let's get them out.
edited 8th Aug '10 2:00:45 PM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09-awakens in a hallway, half-buried under a pile of bodies and debris-
...Ugh. This stinks.
-slowly pulls himself out, surveying the area in mounting confusion-
...Where the hell am I?
The Danse Macabre CodexYep. Thank god the universal key still works. You'd think they overstate the usefulness in those drills... five numbers that can save your life, but...
What, hostiles? I've got a gun, but I don't think shooting is a good idea in such a weakened ship... anyway. -enters key code into door panel-
Let's hope the door's not jammed.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the line-deciding that following those voices might help him to figure out where he is and what is going on, Sullen creeps over to a pile of rubble and picks up a heavy, jagged chunk of masonry; after testing its weight and heft, he nods-
Yep. Perfect size to brain someone with, I believe.
-not bothering to ponder how he knows this, Sullen begins creeping towards the voices as quietly as possible, ready to smash skulls if the owners of the voices happen to be hostile...-
The Danse Macabre Codex

A note for mods: the original thread is long dead, and all attempts to revive it have failed. I still intend to keep the flavour of the original, however. Complete reboot, here we go!
Somewhere in space...
A large ship drops into realspace, its superstructure ravaged with gaping red-hot voids. Though barely visible, a legend on its side reads Erinthios. It slowly drifts, a few exposed wires sparking faintly.
Inside the vessel, one or two terminals are still online, though only barely. Their holograms fill the bridge with an eerie, unnatural glow.
The med-bay's lighting system is operating, bathing everything in a glaring white light.
The hangar is almost completely wrecked; all the vessels inside it are seriously damaged, and one has its engines still cooling from a recent flight. It sits at a peculiar angle, its nose squashed against the wall and floor. A wing has been almost taken off, and scorch marks indicate its erratic path through the hangar bay. A figure still lies in the cockpit, restrained by its harness...
-jerks awake-
Ugh... what happened?
-taking a quick look around, I realise that I am in the cockpit of a starfighter... a crashed one, at that-
Woah. This must have been serious.
-I disconnect the harness... and smack against the panel-
Ow!
-gingerly I get out-
Where is everyone?
Locking you up on radar since '09