Planetside RP (has nothing to do with the game)

The crash of the ship happened all too fast for my brain to wrap around what had really happened. All I could remember, was my mother and father hugging me, trying to protect me, as the ship crashed. Everything went black, and it became hard to breath, but it lasted only moments, as parts of the ship started to strip away as the ship hit the surface. I closed my eyes, so that I wouldn't have to look at the scene, but somewhere along the line, the warmth from my parents soon faded. I could still feel them around me... but they weren't alive.

Knowing full well that I had to save myself, regardless of how I felt towards my parents. I shoved aside large chunks of debris, so as to make way towards one of the large gaping holes in the side of the ship. The fires within the ship itself, made it nearly impossible to see, and made it hard to breathe. I kept my arm across my face, so as to reduce the amount of smoke I breathed in. After a few minutes of shoving aside debris and managing my way around the wreckage, I finally made my way through the hole. As I got out, I breathed in the air deeply a couple of times, coughing along the way.

I took a moment to survey my surroundings, but it seemed that there wasn't anyone else that had made it out of the ship so far, or even if anyone else was alive. I decided that it would be best to set up a sort of gathering area marker, just so that others who make it out might be able to find me. I grabbed one of the large size carbonized steel beams that was laying on the ground, and made my way a little farther from the wreckage. There was a small dune near where I had escaped, and shoved the beam into the ground at the top of the dune. I didn't know if that would be enough, but I didn't want to do anymore than that. I just lost my parents, so my feelings on doing things was pretty much gone.

So I sat down at the foot of the beam, and waited... Hoping that someone else might make it through the wreckage and find me there.

The impact of the ship was astounding, not only did it manage to knock me out but I also seemed to have been separated from the rest of Echo. Looking around, I did not recognise at all my whereabouts and it was only until I started to walk a direction that a sharp sense of pain shot through my body. Inspecting the source, I discovered a shard of metal had penetrated into my right calf, it looked to be around 4 cm in length but thats only the outside, no knowing how far it’s gotten in.

After setting out my medical kit, I grabbed hold of the shard, bracing for a surge of pain which would follow once I pulled it out. The shard left with little resistance and the pain was not as significant as I thought it would be, inspecting it, I found that it had only penetrated not even an inch through. A bit anti-climatic I thought to myself but nevertheless, I started treating immediately.

Having dealt with my injury, I only now realized that the ship was building up with smoke. Nothing serious for myself as I had my headscarf covering my face but in a situation like this, taking care of all the civilians was priority. I scanned my surroundings once more and headed down a direction I thought was best, as I walked down, I ran my hand down the side trying to feel for a room on the other side.

A few minutes walking down and I felt a change in the wall’s density, giving it a tap, I confirmed the presence of a cavity on the other side. I walked along the wall, measuring how far it spanned before finally feeling solid wall once more. From my estimation, I guessed it was several meters wide, a closet to a room?

I grabbed a medium bar of carbon steel and steadily struck one of the panels in the wall, gradually creating an indentation before finally sending it flying inside the room. Peaking inside, it was quite dark but I made out a few bottles and boxes, I reached inside and even before my whole arm went in I hit a wall, though it was quite loose, from this I assumed it was a door of some sort and slid it aside, revealing a bright light. It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust and figure out where I was. This was a utility room, full of all sorts of mechanical whatnot that the maintenance team uses, I crawl into the room and search around before finding a workbench. Scanning across, I recognised a few of the tools but the one caught my eye, a hand held plasma cutter used to cut through all sorts of metals. I figured it would come in handy so I grabbed it as I left and continued across the room, once again running my hand across the wall. As I turned at the corner, I once again felt the hollow space across the wall, following procedure, I walked across the wall to estimate how wide the space was but I ran out of wall. Whatever it was, it was bigger than the room so I started up the plasma cutter which shot out a steady, cool flame and started making a hole into the wall.

With the last of the cutting done, I kicked down my cut panel and was revealed a scene of plain landscape, I almost mistook it for snow but the climate was enough to drive out my hopes, it was sand and we were in the middle of a dune. I almost let out a sigh, I don’t really enjoy hot climates, and turn back to the room where I spotted the door at the wall across.

”Right, no time to groan, priority is getting civilians to safety outside.” I said as if trying to reassure myself. I leave the room into a corridor of the ship, smoke is starting to build up but still nothing too bad, I examine my surroundings and spot a sign, reaching for the PTT, I contact John.

”Echo-Actual, this is Echo-2, come in Actual” I pause for a moment in case he replied before continuing, ”Situation is growing critical, the ship is building up with dangerous amounts of smoke. I’ve located an exit out of the ship in Utility room G in District B9. Caution, outside terrain is desert, repeat desert terrain outside. Will locate any civilians and lead them out the ship. Echo-2 Out”

I sigh after the transmission and start dashing down the corridor, best decision is to check the town center where I escorted those people.

"..a serious case of yolo."

So the first thing I hear after getting knocked out by the impact was an obnoxious acronym from the 21st century. Great.

Popping my g-restraints, I proceeded to wake (read: hit) anybody who had not recovered from the impact. I stopped at the bloodied body of the only real VIP on board, and signaled for someone to help me carry his remains outside. He was Erthridge Oswell, Bullseye's official representative on the ship, making him have the same weight as the CEO herself. We laid his body outside on a tarp, and after a minute of silence, wrapped it and buried him. We barely knew him, but respect for the dead is always due.

"Timo, set-up the emergency relay" I ordered "Werstein, handle salvaging of what is useful from the VIP pod."
Now was not the time to fall into despair for being marooned, a mood that nobody actually knew anymore due to instances like this happening in quite often.

I was instructed to work on the Inertial Dampener with the Delta Humans, only because the man knew I came from the BullsEye Corp. It’s not that I follow anyone’s order to this day on, but it’s my curiosity to wander around the ship that made my decision to cooperate.

Only after few steps the floor began to tremble, and my view of the ship became blurry, like watching an ancient film with a shaky camera. Everyone abruptly hold on to something, accompanied by the loud booming of their squeals. The crowd held a collective breath as more assaults of unfortunate events took place.

I had seminars enough to know how to survive when a ship is crashing, because those are mandated as a BullsEye worker. Keeping yourself inside as the vehicle tumble and debris float in the air is easy. What made the twist is the environment the ship will fell onto.

I wondered if other passengers of this stupid ship would make it. I wonder if Dad would make it.But it seems pointless to deliberate these thoughts when the ship you’re on is about to…

I was shocked at the impact, and the next thing I knew was that my head severed a hit on a sturdy metal. I am so dumb letting myself unguarded. The flood of blood came running down my face, from my forehead down to my cheeks, and I passed out.

John groaned as he felt the shattered bones in his arm shift about upon the impact event. Feeling the micro-weave resetting and rebreaking his already healing bones he knew the next several hours would push his endurance. "I have to eat something" he thought. The regeneration took a hefty toll on his body's reserves and now he only wanted to eat and to sleep. Looking around the interior of the pod he saw that everyone was alright. He sighed with relief. At least they were okay. Hearing Romanov's typical impatiently anxious tone over the comm brought more relief to him. The man thoroughly confused him in that aspect, as a sniper he was known got his uncommon patience laying still for days at a time waiting for the fateful moment when his target would be alone or careless enough to let his guard down, but when command decisions needed to be made he could never wait long enough for his reply. Seeing how things went on New Alexandria it wasn't surprising. "Echo squad this is echo actual. I have Goldstein and Pacifica, leading them out the forward bay doors. Link up at hull coordinates D22476, A11458, T21576 (the coordinates of Vasili's hull breach) rendezvous in one hour. Echo-Actual over." He stood up feeling the strain he already exerted on his body. "Silvia, you wouldn't happen to have anything our new 'bold leader' could eat perchance, would you" His concern for John's health was easily extolled as self-serving for Goldstein, he knew John surviving meant he could set the very least see the assorted people he deemed important off the ship. His usual cool removed nature didn't waiver as he himself stood up and shook off the impact.

Azusa was in a pit of blackness and first thing that she felt was a dull pain and right after that she heard some voice...
So... I'm alive, was the first thing that came to her mind.
...Terrain is desert, repeat desert terrain outside. Will locate any civilians and lead them out the ship. Echo-2 Out”
...It's Sarge... So he made it too...Was the second thing that crossed her head pulsing with dull pain. She probably had a bump on her head where she hit herself upon impact.
She reached her leg and found a chemical light stick in a wrapping. As she teared if off she noticed that the tick is already glowing probably due impact the interior broke and it lit up.
Her eyes accustomed quickly to see around her. Not that there was something to see. She got up even though she felt dizzy and looked around herself finding nothing than damaged stuff. Before she could really do something other than to stand firmly on her both legs her radio switched on again:
"Echo squad this is echo actual. I have Goldstein and Pacifica, leading them out the forward bay doors. Link up at hull coordinates D22476, A11458, T21576. Rendezvous in one hour. Echo-Actual over."
"Echo 3, wilco." She answered in weak and bit of shaky voice and slowly she made her way towards coordinates each step more steady than the previous because of micro chemical factories in her body stabilizing her condition every step.
By the time she reached the coordinates she was alright aside of slight pulsing in her head. She also had two civilians that she met along the road. They we alright and after they reached the place they wandered off to see with which they could help. When Azusa saw Vasili she made her way to him. Even though they spend so little time together, she knew that he was someone on who she can count on.
"Glad to see you, sir." She saluted briefly as his eyes met hers.

"Romanov, Wiseman, what's your individual reports?" John said still grimacing as his bones were yet again realigned and rebroken. Fragments were still drifting around inside of his forearm. Looking up at the wreckage he reassessed the situation, "nevermind. Here's our plan, together we'll sweep across the ship originating from this point toward the bow, then back across and exit the aft bay. Take these." Reaching into his pocket he produced five IACVGs (improved all conditions vision goggles) "When I was in the armory I, planned on Philips and Sanderson being here, but now we've got an excess. Anyone willing to help out search gets the other ones. You have 2 minutes to prepare and recuperate."

After waiting for an hour, I stood up and stretched.

"Aw. It doesn't look like anyone else is coming out from that hole. Maybe I didn't use the right sort of marker. Oh well.", I said to myself as I grabbed a hold of the beam and pulled it out of the sand. I hefted it across one of my shoulders, and started walking around the perimeter of the ship, seeing if I could find anyone else. "I guess I should just keep an eye out for whoever made it out of the ship."

I just kept walking along side the ship, looking around at the wreckage, trying to see if there were any people alive... not that I could help anyone as it is, but finding someone would be better than being alone.

Along the way, I found a smaller sized carbonized titanium bar, something that would have been used as a shock shell for the ship, and held it in my other hand that wasn't holding the beam on my shoulder.

"Maybe I should try building something... Never know, the noise might bring the attention of those that are looking for survivors."

I set down the beam, and walked over to the hull of the ship with the bar in my hand. I didn't know if this was going to work or not, but I thought it's worth a try. I shove the bar at a seam along the hull of the ship. Using the bar as a lever, I start peeling whole chunks of sheet metal off of the hull. It was causing a whole lot of noise, stripping the bolts and screws holding the sheets to the support beams of the ship. As I get each sheet off of the hull, I lay them down in piles near by, so that I can carry them off in one load. After doing this for a while, I take the pile I've accumulated back to where I had the beam.

"Hmm... How am I going to do this? I'd need something that will be able to weld the metals together. Then I should be able to build like a hut or something." I look around, to see if I can find any equipment, but of course I can't. I sigh in exasperation at the whole mess.

"I guess I should go find some equipment to use.", I say as I heft the bar again and head back towards the hole I opened up in the hull of the ship.

It was only a few moments after all the radio chatter that I ran into Wiseman and John, I gave a nod of acknowledgement before John instructed us on what to do. After receiving the IACVG from him, I spoke up.

”Sir, wouldn’t it be more effective to split up in order to cover more ground?” I suggested as I quickly switched from my ballistic goggles to the IACVGs. With my vision improved by the goggles, I noticed the damage which John was still yet to recover from. ”I understand that you’re still injured, sir. I think perhaps you and Wiseman should stay as a group, sweep the starboard side of the ship, I should be alright by myself to check the port side. We meet up at the bow of the ship and proceed back together with whatever civilians we find.” I pause a moment before I continue, ”Also sir, we don’t have any idea of where civilians could be besides the ones inside the shock pods and the ones I escorted to the town square. I think those areas should be our priority.”

I don’t say anything after that, all I do is wait for John’s reply.

"Romanov, although that would make sense the wreckage is unstable, keeping ourselves consolidated would be best, six eyes can see a lot more than your two, regardless of how sharp they are. We stick together." Having spoken his piece John simply nodded to them. Your two minutes if personal tone start immediately, my arm ought to be able to support any civs needing aid.

Elsewhere outside the ship Six appeared to virtually materialize into thin air just behind Rikka. Looking with b barely contained curiosity she tapped her on the shoulder. "what'cha doing?" she immediately blurted out, totally ignoring the fact that the girl she startled could easily tear herself in two.

"Ah! Let's see..." as I stand up and hastily give a somewhat response, I shuffle my right hand into my pockets. "I know that it may not be sufficient for the time being, but would a chocolate bar be good enough, Colonel? Those are all that I have right now. I carry those around a lot." I feel embarrassed, I've never told this to anyone. Because I myself do not know - whether it's natural to be having bars of chocolates on a certain pocket all the time at workplaces.

It's probably not a natural thing to do.

(OOC this happened in the near past, about an hour ago because fuck making chronological sense)

"It doesn't have much mass to it, so I'm not going to be able to fully regenerate my arm, but it should help. Thank you Lady Pacifica" having fought on Pacifica essentially for the Pacifica family John still had a great deal of respect for her regardless of her status being almost completely meaningless anymore. Handing get his custom weapon he told her, "this is a lot more powerful than your weapon, it ought to deal with anything you encounter, I'm sending you, Goldstein and the two workers to the back of that dune, fortify yourselves there. After we sweep for survivors we'll meet you there."

"You're welcome, sir," I smile, these chocolate bars sure comes in handy, sometimes. As John handed her his weapon, she listened to him attentively and then responded, "Thank you very much, sir. We'll be heading out immediately, then."

As I say this, the weapon I've received is tightly gripped in my hand, as I walk out with the two workers, along with Colonel Goldstein. I lay my eyes onto the vast dunes.

This is going to be hard... I feel, but I must do my job and deal with all of this. We then walk out to the dunes to fortify ourselves there.

Well, it was lovely.

Out of possible regions they could get stuck in, it had to be a desert.

At least, they weren't dead.

Max sighed as he slowly untangled himself from his seat. The evacuation had went along swimmingly - by "swimmingly" meaning that it was a complete clusterfuck of brilliant strategic planning that the U.N was so fond of.

No less then several minutes after captain's announcement, the panic had almost completely seized the civilian sectors...and that was before people found out that there weren't enough shock pods for everyone to get into. Classy. Finish ship early and put in enough pods to house just enough people in case of emergency that it wouldn't be noticeable during an inspection...but more then an issue during an actual emergency. And so did the illustrious U.N colony mission descended into a mindless stampede of desperate people attempting to seize whichever private and governmental pods they could find.

The incessant bursts of gunfire told him enough of what the "authorities" thought about that.

He was lucky that he had memorized the ship's plans - otherwise he would most certainly be either squashed or beaten to death while trying to run through the main city boulevard while attempting to reach his company's main HQ, which contained their own assigned shock pod. By crawling through meters of cables, timeless ventilation shafts and closets, they (meaning him and his neighbor, whom he grabbed just in time while passing over the ship's promenade) managed to reach the company's HQ minutes before pods had to be sealed.

At very least, he had a couple of panty flashes from the woman when she insisted to walk into the air vent first. And God, she had a fantastic arse, almost as good as his late wife...

He pinched his nose as the incessant buzzing in his head morphed into voices. It seemed that at least some of the pod's crew were up and about, arguing with each other over what to do.

"May I have your attention please?" he weakly called out to them. While he had no love of dictatorship or holding people by hand (unless they happened to be gorgeous), the fact remained that this was an emergency, and emergencies didn't give you much freedom. He had to step in, and fast, before his employees murder someone over something as trivial as water chip. The faster he could get them organized, the fewer problems he would have to deal with later.

May I have your attention PLEASE?" He replied loudlier, and the people huddled around simplistic projector at the center of the packed pod turned to him in surprise.

"Chief?"

No, Fairy Godmother. For starters, let's shut up, all of us. ...I mean, all of us aside from me. Good. Point Number One - We are still alive. That's all that matters. We. Are. Alive. So please, stop arguing, take a breath and hug yourself, because it's alright. (For now)

"Due, let's check up on everyone in the pod before you plan on getting out of here as I just heard. Let's make sure that everyone is alright. And if anyone is injured, let's make sure we know what kind of injury it is, and what can be done. Then we can start to think if we can hop out onto surface. Tres - anyone besides me was on survival course?"

If he had to be stuck here, he'd make dammn sure that he wouldn't die from something silly as a shooting match over whether to go North or South.

"So this is why it is called the VIP pod" Werstein said, pointing at the stacked crates.

2 crates of Jinro Wine, aged 30 standard years.
4 crates of Rolenx Mountain Water.
5 crates of flash-dried gourmet meals prepared by Master Chef Reynald Porte.
1 crate containing various survival gear.
1 crate containing all weather clothing.
1 crate containing weapons.
2 crates of ammo.

"Considering the amount of people to feed, which would be 21, would last 2 weeks" said a lovely feminine voice "By my estimates, it will take another two weeks before you would choose to eat each other" the voice continued.

"How lovely of you to join us Diane" I said "How was your one year sleep cycle?"

"Boring at best" she said as she flicked to existence.

Diane is what many would consider a smart AI, thus it/she is our intrusion expert, if it were not for the fact she decided to go into sleep mode for one year. These AI had a lot of personality, and she seems to have a lot of it, or it was an unintended bug.

"Oh, I'm just looking for some equip... ment.", I said as I turned around to see the girl who looked younger than me appear out of no where. I took a slight pause, and then continued. "I was going to build some structures, so as to defend myself against the elements. And to hopefully attract the attention of search parties. Oh... a little late to ask this, but where did you come from?", I said to her, explaining my actions. "Having asked that, I should introduce myself. My name's Riikka Eloranta. I'm 14 years old, and I was born on the ship that just crashed. How about you?", I asked her.

The small girl smiled, "I'm Six, Experiment Six: Beta-Savant program. How I got here, well I could try explaining..." reaching into a pocket of her overalls she produced a small black cube with a series of halogram projectors and hepatic sensors lining the box's surface. "Feynman box." she said plainly, "It breaks up my body from macromolecules to quantum particles and moves them around a central point. The odds of it reassembling into myself are astronomical, but because they take every possible path between my central point, the box, and my destination if I only observe the paths that I resemble into myself I'll always end up whole... There are times with devices like these that users end up phased into a solid object, but if you need to get somewhere quickly they work great. I fine tuned mine to allow for greater precision so my particles can go through "solid" objects, even under severe higgs fields distortion.". She sat down on the sand and grinned at Rikka. "I know it's hard to understand, but I'm both older and younger than you. I snuck aboard before the ship departed, the trip took seconds for me, but years for you. In my chronology your entire life fits neatly into 36 seconds."

I scratched my head while listening to her explanation of how she appeared behind me. It certainly was difficult to take in and process, but I thought I got the gist of it. How she said she was older than me though, that didn't make any sense at all. "Six is your name? That's kinda weird if you ask me. And all of that stuff you said about marco-whats-it-calleds and paths didn't make any sense. So you just...kinda moved behind me; is that the core of what you said? And how could years of my life take seconds for you? So, if I'm 14 and you're... how old?", I asked Six. I immediately took back my words, "No, nevermind. Don't explain to me how you're older yet younger. I don't think I'd ever understand. Anyways.", I said cheering up a bit. "Do you know where I can find equipment to build stuff?"

"What do you need?" Six asked. "I've got a nanofabricator, so I can badge whatever you need out of this sand. The spectrum analysis says it's mostly carbon, calcium and aluminum, I just need a new power source. Do you think you could help me look for a nano-fusion cell. They look like this." she pulled back on the covering and revealed a small cylinder emitting a purple glow. They ought to be somewhere in the hull, they used them like fuses in the ship's positronic systems and it's larger electronic system.

"All I need is something to meld and cut carbonized metal with... like a plasma blowtorch.", I told Six before taking a look at the cylinder she was holding. "That looks so pretty. Where would I be able to find some more like it? And do you know how many there would be? I'd kinda like to take one and start a collection." I said to Six, enthralled with the purplish glow. I stood up a little straighter. "Please don't use words that I might not understand... like marco-what-were-those-called. I might not be smart, but I don't take kindly to those who dis my work ethic."