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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #705 on: July 08, 2009, 08:38:10 PM »
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<Hey Newbie, could you at least tell us your name?
"No need to get rude," Torrence replied to Eddie. "- far as we know, he's been trapped in here with an unconscious alien for awhile."

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 "Ah... yeah sorry bout that meant to mention my name but well.... you know how it is when you think your going crazy and you might be mauled or simply killed by animals that are really people... things slip your mind.  Anyways the name is Vicent Ke- ah Vincent.  Just Vincent."

"Yeah, she did like to sit on you." She said, glancing over to Kasey with curiousity.
She walked over towards the ramp, wondering if it was going to close.

"Are you really going to fly this thing with all of us in it? I mean, we have zero room and no hand holds, forget seat belts. Those people are still out there, though right?  Didn't they saw that they were looking for sick deer, like you two are - or are going to become?"

She glanced to Eddie and Jas,
"What are we going to do?"

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There was a delay after Eddie's request.  After a moment, the ramp began to slide to a closed. However outside, the woman who had excused herself to speak privately suddenly came into view.

She gave a start and moved forward, reaching into her pocket and pulled out some strange device- those at the Lock In would recognize the device that had burned some of them back in.  The woman aimed the weapon at the closing ramp, which thankfully closed.

The woman did seem to be able to see the ship as she moved forward, the weapon up.

I would like every one to check the OOC please.


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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #706 on: July 10, 2009, 04:39:15 AM »
Jas looked around wildly as the strange woman pointed something at them before the ramp closed.  "So there are others.  Eddie, I acquired Jethsa for two reasons and I'm as uncomfortable with it as I was when I was talking to you earlier, but one of the reasons was because I thought this craft looked like it was built for more than one.  If we're really going to try flying it, we might need more than one person to handle it.  Is there anything in the drive-memory that suggests that?"

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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #707 on: July 12, 2009, 12:00:56 PM »
Reece frowns as the woman points her weapon at the ramp. "Let's not bank on that thing being set to 'stun,'" he grumbles. "If it's too small for all of us to fly, we'll have to get as many of us out of here as we can..." His face lights up. "Or! As small as possible! Do most of you guys have smallish morphs? We might be able to ride through this on these two," he finishes, pointing at Jas and Eddie. He frowns. "That'd leave just the three Andalites, Vince and a bunch of small animals."

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Eddie, in Jethsa's Space-Ship
« Reply #708 on: July 13, 2009, 07:51:26 AM »
The computer hadn't yet responded to my requests for cloak-status nor schematics-display. I tried to think how else I could make those requests, thinking it was probably a syntax-thing...

<Computer; Shield status?> I commanded, reasoning perhaps the cloak and shield functions were linked into one.

I was pleased that the outer hatch had closed though. Just in time, too, considering the phaser-fire aimed up the ramp. Ok, so phasers are a Star Trek thing, but without knowing the real name for the weapon or its discharge, Phasers just seemed to fit. I doubted the computer would understand the term, though.

As we were fired upon, I tried to think what else I could call the ship's phasers, so that the computer would understand: <Computer; Weapons to stun, return fire.> I hoped it would understand the term 'stun'...

Thinking up commands that 'might' work was pretty distracting. If only there was a way to know the commands that would work... Ooh! Idea:
<Computer. List acceptable commands.> I hoped it wouldn't simply display the list, as I doubted I'd be able to read whatever alien language they'd be written in...

I was too distracted to respond to everything everyone was saying, but I did catch a few things I wanted to respond to:
<Greetings, Vincent! - We come in peace.> I held my right hand up, splitting the fingers in a Vulcan 'live long and prosper' gesture, chuckling lightheartedly at the fact I was an alien greeting a human that way, and of course the irony that I'd said we came in peace when I'd just ordered the ship to fire on the woman outside, albeit a stun-ray, but still...

<Point taken, Torrence. We know his name now anyway so I'll be using that instead from now on.> I responded to her comment about my calling him 'Newbie'. <Too right I'm - I mean "We're" gonna try and fly it - Better that than face the bad-guys outside with those phaser-weapon things. Besides, if we get injured in here, most of us could just morph the injuries away, right? - Well, all but Vincent. And Jethsa, unless she regains consciousness...> I rambled, indicating Jas while saying "We're".

Speaking of Jas, I addressed his questions next: <I've already asked a lot of the computer, I'd prefer to let it process those commands before giving any more, but what you say makes sense. Heck, when you've morphed, you could ask it yourself if you like.> I smiled at him with my eyes - It seemed a perfectly natural thing to do, yet it wasn't something I did when I was human... An Andalite gesture, maybe?

<Good idea, Reece! - If we're gonna fly this thing, it'd be prudent to go small-and-tough... Who has a ****roach morph? - Those things are indestructible as well as lightweight, the perfect choice. Well, in as far as ****roaches can be such, anyway...>

After getting responses to my current commands, I'd ask "Flight status" and "Mission status" to try and get more info on them. After all, we seemed immune to phaser-fire while the ship's hull protected us...
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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #709 on: July 13, 2009, 12:07:00 PM »
"Return fire?!" Reece spits out. "That is the opposite of inconspicuous. That is possibly insane. That's a freaking laser beam!" He runs his hands through his hair. "We haven't got time for messing around, and we've definitely not got time for a fight- figure out how to get out of here!"

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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #710 on: July 13, 2009, 06:12:38 PM »

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As Reece reasons correctly that the ship was too cramped to fly with Christina, Eddie, Kasey, Jas, Torrence, Reece, Samantha and Vincent, not to mention an unconscious Jethsa, this did become abuntly clear.  Jethsa was out cold and Vincent was unable to morph, although the others were free to start morphing smaller morphs and perhaps Jas would morph to Andalite.

Christina instantly began to shrink, her pale colored skin brightening to green. It soon began to pepper with scales, which raced along her changing skin and along her scalp, with her white blonde hair shlooping back into her skull. Within minutes, she was a Coast Garter snake, wrapped around Jethsa's hoof for stability. 
Torrence chose to morph to Salamander, one of the morphs that most of them possessed.  She immediately shrank in size, her human limbs hanging grotesquely large until they transformed into salamander limbs. A tail shot out, much too large and likely striking people before it adjusted to her smaller salamander stature.

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<Can you see if the ship has some sort of medbay?>
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If Eddie of Jas in Andalite morph inquired, they found the sentient mind of the Andalite different than the smaller morphs they had practices.  While one would before relax and knowledge would bubble forth at the applicable time, now they were actively searching through numerous memories and education.  The closest thing to a med bay would be where Vincent had said Jethsa's fallen comrades are currently.

The ship supplied with a mental diagnostic, three counters with small devices similiar to a laboratory and a small device similiar to the one that had been given to Sam from Jethsa.  There were no more Dracon beams, unbeknown to the others, Vincent had taken the only one.

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<Computer; Shield status?>
It was disabled earlier. The ship relayed, likely referring to when Jethsa lowered it so that Vincent could board, before she lost consciousness.

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<Computer; Weapons to stun, return fire.>
There was silence from the computer for a long moment, then suddenly TSEEW TSEEW! rang out as the ship fired twice on the woman's position.  A scream was heard and a glance at the video monitors revealed that there had been no stun setting, the computer had fired to either side of the woman. Large scorch marks and burned grass surrounded the woman, who trembled, the weapon lowered.  Had the ship assumed Eddie's intent?


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<Computer. List acceptable commands.>

Immediately several dozen commands were telepathically relayed to the Andalites, from observation to navigational. Eddie chose not to ask Jas's question.


Outside

"Oh my God!" A man in a CDC uniform ran up to the woman, who hid the weapons he'd fired with. "What was that? Susie, get out here! "

He enveloped the woman protectively, staring down at the burn marks on the ground.

Within the ship

The Andalites felt the ship request shields to rise and if no one countermanded the ship, shields were raised. The ship also propmted for flight.

The non Andalites felt the rise similiar to an elevator and not a plane, with no sharp incline. The ship rose up from the ground smoothly and silently.

For the Andalites, there was no silence. The ship was requesting a series of telepathic requests while relaying information.
Requests: Desired altitude?
Course?


Information:
Three humans below, in range.
One with alien technology
XXXXX levels rising, need immediate action





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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #711 on: July 13, 2009, 06:53:13 PM »
As the ship rises into the air, Reece concentrates on the image of the ladybug. His skin hardens, and his face becomes a hideous insect-thing, which is horrifying only until he suddenly schloops down to the size of a tiny insect. As everything erupts into hugeness around him he commands the ladybug's primitive brain to perch safely on Eddie's head, behind his ear.

<Don't scratch,> he intones. <I figure I'm well cushioned in all directions up here.>

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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #712 on: July 14, 2009, 12:42:16 AM »
Jas looks around as others begin to morph and silently begs Jethsa for forgiveness as he thinks about her form.  His skin sprouts blue fur and stalk eyes erupt from the top of his head and a tail erupts from his spine.  For a second he looks like a blue-furred, antennae-wearing, tail-wielding human before his rump explodes outward, his legs splitting from two to four and his musculature developing.  His pinky and ring-fingers split so that he has seven fingers on each hand.  His stalk-eyes suddenly become active and his vision is split strangely in a way that seemed both weird and natural.  His brain began to assimilate the extra data and thought-commands started streaming through his head.  His tail grows a wicked scythe and his muscles fill out in that area as well as his upper body becomes more slender and less-muscled.  He takes on a feminine body-type and the strange hormones assault his brain as well, though his new impulses were automatically limited and controlled by his new brain.

Knowledge became something unique, as unfathomable things seemed to come to him.  These strange sensations, the new thoughts and senses...incredible .  He looks around and realizes his morph is complete, three identical andalites now occupying the same room.  <Well, this is different.  Incredible really.>  He directs a thought at the computer,taking Eddie's lead.  <Computer, list standard emergency flight procedure.>   He hoped his choice of words was correct.  Perhaps this would work...perhaps not.  How could they input trajectories if they didn't even know what units this thing ran on?
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Eddie, in Jethsa's Space-Ship
« Reply #713 on: July 14, 2009, 07:11:24 PM »
I watched as a few team-members (for that is how I now saw them) started morphing small. It wouldn't have held my attention long, except a massive oversize Salamander tail exploded out of Torrence in my direction. I bounced nimbly out of the way, marvelling at how little effort it took in this morph.

Andalite form was fast-becoming a serious competitor for the position of my favourite morph so far, battling head-to-head with Clouded Leopard. - The two both had their pro's and con's of course, but this Andalite form couldn't come close to the sheer liquid power of the CL, and I doubted it could do anything with trees other than chop them down branch by branch with the scalpel-like tail-blade. - This was no predator, the tail appeared to have evolved mainly for defensive purposes... Though I expect Andalite society has influenced its development to some degree too. The CL on the other hand had mastery over any terrain I could currently think of.

But of course, if Jethsa forbade us using her as a morph after she woke up, this distraction would become a moot point.

<According to the readouts I'm receiving, the death-scent is coming from the sick-bay. - Makes sense, really, when you think about it: If someone's dying, where else would you take them? You try to heal them, of course. Anyway, it's over there through that hatch.> I informed Kasey, pointing the way.

<Ahh, cool! - Wait, too fast! Hmm, well I think I can remember enough to get by, anyway... Command list just came through.> I explained, trying to digest the datastream.

I felt the ship lift off the ground, and the computer automatically raise shields - Nice: This seemed to be an intelligent interface... It bombarded me (and Jas too, I assumed, as soon as he was Andalite enough anyway) with requests to do with flying:

<Altitude: 4000 Earth-Metres.> I answered, figuring it'd work it out if it was intelligent enough.

<Course: Hmm...> I concentrated on telepathically sending an image of the house where we'd gained our morphing powers from Jenny, and its surrounding neighbourhood, and a rough direction to start looking in, based on our journey between there and here. I also estimated a distance based on my driving knowledge, so that was in 'Earth-Miles' rather than Metres. Again, I hoped the computer had enough intelligence to work those out.

<Computer; Flight-status? Can we safely fly that distance and hover when we get there?> I asked it.

It gave some more information about the aggressors outside, and some weird levels thing that required attention.

<Computer, query: XXXXX levels; Recommended action?> I asked, winging it.

My stalk-eyes were joined by a small, flying Reece. When he landed it tickled and itched annoyingly. <Reece, would you mind relocating to some of the courser hair? You're very itchy in your current position.> I warned him in friendly tones.

<Ahh, we finally have a Jas-dalite! Welcome to da pardy, pal!> I clapped him-her-whatever on the shoulder with a feebly weak hand in a friendly human gesture as I gave my Bruce-Willis impression. I thought-chuckled as I figured out, given my play on Jas' name, that I in turn would be an Ed-Dalite or Eddilite if named along a similar vein.
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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #714 on: July 14, 2009, 07:34:28 PM »
<Jasalite? If I could roll these eyes...> Reece grumbles as he opts to cling to a corner of the ship instead.

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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #715 on: July 17, 2009, 04:06:55 PM »
Jas raises a feminine eyebrow as he waits for anything the computer is releasing to him.  <Unfortunately so...I'm not comfortable with this at all.  I mean, this just seems so wrong snagging someone else's identity.>  Jas catches the humor in Eddie's thought and shakes his head.  <So if Reece acquired Jethsa and mixed her with that guy's DNA that he acquired, would that make him a Miller 'Lite?>  Jas manages to chuckle to himself, somehow his eyes betraying the mirth.  Mostly it was nerves, but he thought his joke was at least a little funny.  He might even be able to choke down a beer right now though it wouldn't be his first choice in alcohol.  It might calm his nerves, this was all way out there.

<How do you even know if this craft can compute meters?>  Jas tuned in to the computer and realized it WAS relaying information in thought form.
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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #716 on: July 20, 2009, 02:39:57 PM »
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<Computer; Flight-status? Can we safely fly that distance and hover when we get there?>
Yes. The computer replied simply.

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<Computer, query: XXXXX levels; Recommended action?>
The levels are rising faster than expected, likely due to additional life forms on board.  Recommend immediate venting.  The levels will become fatal in 05.00.

The ship began to move, adjusting to the mental projections sent by Eddie.  As the ship veered away from the scorched Earth, one woman looked up to the sky with an expression of pure hatred.

<What's happening?> Jethsa's voice 'felt' disorinted. <How is the ship flying?> 

Her upper body righted itself too quickly for Jas, Eddie, or any one else to explain.

Her stalk eyes swiveled towards the flight controls and upon spotting the Andalites there, her stalk eyes straightened- then appeared to droop.

The ship suddenly shuddered, drawing Jethsa's attention.  She staggered to her feet and moved beside Jas, lifting her eyes to the screens that now, under her command, began to fill with staggering images. They seemed to be a canister filling- of course, the XX levels.

<Computer, open vents.> She barked authoritatively. <Lower and upper.  Display readings of gaseous exchange valve.>

Gaseous exchange valve is malfunctioning.

<Diagnose.>

Gaseous exchange valve has become damaged and unresponsive.  It is only exchanging to 10% capability.

<That's not good,> Jethsa said, but her words were already filtering down- more specifically, to the smaller life forms on board.  breathing was suddenly more difficult.  Within moments, every one was struggling to draw a breath.





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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #717 on: July 20, 2009, 06:41:35 PM »
Reece struggles to keep his spot against the rushing vents. <Jestha, er, ma'am!> he exclaims. <What's going on? We were trying to fly you to our friends to heal your injuries.> He struggles to buzz briefly into her line of sight to get her attention, before snapping back to the security of his perch. <What the hell is going on in here?>

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« Reply #718 on: July 21, 2009, 06:22:26 AM »
I thought-laughed at Jas' joke: <Miller'Lite, good one Jas!> Perhaps we'd get on after all...

As soon as Reece left my eye-stalk, I immediately reached up and scratched away the itch from where he'd landed - Turns out eye-stalks are even more sensitive than I'd guessed: An optic-nerve is a delicate instrument tied directly into the brain, after all. When I touched the stalk I immediately got sensation-feedback that hinted at how easily they could generate a lot of pain, and I surmised that the opposite must also hold true... Perhaps I'd get chance to experiment later, but right now there were more pressing matters to attend to;

It was with great relief that I received the computer's affirmative response to the distance we had to fly, but that feeling didn't last long: As the computer started recommending venting of some kind, Jethsa woke up.

I immediately started feeling abashed about her catching me using her own form - If I'd had the means, I'm sure my face would've gone red, but it was currently covered in very fine fur so even if Andalites had red blood I doubted their faces changed colour with embarrassment like ours do. I turned my head and main-eyes in Jethsa's direction and tried to convey through gestures my apologies for using her form without her prior permission. Through my sheepishness, I let Jethsa take the reigns in her experienced hands without resistance.

After receiving computer-feedback about XX-levels and gaseous exchange stuff, I started to notice a change in the air: It was getting a little harder to breath! The vents or something weren't functioning very well, from what I could gather, but there was another 'vent' Jethsa hadn't tried. If it didn't solve the XX-level crisis, so be it, but we had to have breathable air and there was plenty of that outside - Well, maybe not at 4000 metres, that'd be a bit high...

<Computer; New altitude - 1000 metres. Ensure velocity does not exceed 50 Earth-miles per hour, then open outer hatch.> I commanded, hoping Jethsa wouldn't mind. <Everyone hold-tight; With a bit of luck it's gonna get very windy in here soon. - And I'm not referring to flatulence!> It did occur to me that perhaps now wasn't the best time for such humour, but then again lightening the mood might just do us some good...

<Greetings, Miss Jethsa; My name is Eddie. We are glad you have awakened, we were all worried for your health. Please forgive this lowly vecol for borrowing your form; It was deemed necessary in order to save all our lives, and your own of course. - Yeerks were trying to breach the hull with some sort of lazer weapon. Your body is very impressive, by the way: I really like being you and can merely hope for your permission to repeat the experience when a future need arises...> I lowered myself in a sign of respect and honour for Jethsa. It was a move suggested by part of my memory - Or was it part of her memory perhaps? I suddenly realized I'd 'spoken' a strange word - Vecol - My human mind did not know this word, yet it seemed to fit in context somehow... Analyzing it, I concluded it referred to my disability, though of course once the atrophy had time to wear off this title would no longer apply to me...

Another thing I realized too late was that my complimenting her body may be taken the wrong way... But I hoped that would not be the case. It was getting difficult to breath now, and I hoped the computer could translate and carry out my commands before anyone lost consciousness...




Damien and I made our way through the forest branches and pathways for several minutes as I caught him up on everything he'd missed*.

Soon enough we were finally approaching the place where the others were due to find Jethsa's ship. I did not know if it was still functional nor indeed whether Jethsa would still be alive if they found her. I heard Dracon fire ahead, followed by a couple of much more powerful Dracon blasts that could only have come from a ground-based Dracon-cannon or Shipboard weaponry. Knowing Jethsa was an Andalite, and assuming the same of her ship, my first guess was perhaps a Bug-fighter firing upon Jethsa's ship? After all, Andalite ships were equipped with Shredders, not Dracons: They were much more energy-efficient and did not cause so much pain when they disintegrated someone.

Closer analysis of the sounds told me the Dracon-cannon fire had hit dirt, not metal - A miss, perhaps? - Then shortly afterward I felt an electromagnetic wave that indicated a spaceship of Yeerk or Andalite design had just taken to the sky.

I shot up a large tree and perched myself in the branches out of sight from the ground. Ahead of us I saw a few people talking and one of them, a female, was trying to conceal the fact she carried a handheld Dracon-beam weapon.

"Yeerks." I whispered in Damien's direction, putting simulated hatred into my voice. Chee cannot hate, but we can dislike.




OOC: *Alice does not yet know about Vincent, so that'd be the one thing she couldn't tell Damien anything about.
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Re: Prologue: Origins
« Reply #719 on: July 21, 2009, 08:25:59 AM »
<Whoa!> Reece exclaims as the hatch opens up. The winds tugging at him increase in velocity, and more of the air seems to leave the room. He finds himself suddenly thankful for how much less air he requires in ladybug form. <What the heck is wrong with you, Eddie?!>