EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ APRIL 20-21

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Anywhere.
WARNINGS: Pirates, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: Brief encounters, finding ransacked/damaged areas, making your way to the oxygen gardens.
NOTES: Open to all!

The ship has been invaded by pirates. They're noisy on the network, but you haven't seen any, not in person. Though if you go far enough things start to make themselves apparent. Kitchens have been ransacked. Pieces of the walls are torn out, media libraries overturned. Maybe you should get your valuables together and find somewhere safe to hole up...

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coммander ѕarĸa ѕнepard ▒ open

[whywefight]

Shepard had made it a priority to walk the decks, making sure those who needed assistance received it. If it meant an escort to the gardens or medical, she had no hesitation in doing either. As a member of Security, seeing their ragtag crew to safety was her first priority. For the first time since she'd arrived, it felt as if she was exactly right where she need to be.

Keeping people safe, making sure they go where they needed to be -- forced, secure in her ability to do that -- this was what Shepard was good at doing. She checked her gun again and took a breath, focusing on her biotics. They felt like a slow fire warming, but seemed to be responsive for the moment.

She was good to go.

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Open

[enforced]

In the halls:

[He's not patrolling, not exactly. But part of him cannot help but want to, to keep an eye on things. The part that reminds him, on a daily, hourly, second basis that he is a Jedi and that means protecting people.

Although he isn't on security, it's clear that he's watchful, ready to spring into action. He just wishes Anakin were around.]

In the shuttle bay:

[Arfour is following him around as he checks on things, trying to organize some kind of defense. The shuttle bay has things likely to be stolen - tools, spare parts, things of that nature, even the things that aren't modern or new. He knows better than anyone what can be salvaged.]

ｃｌｏｓｅｄ | rapunzel (unless you're a pirate :x)

[wolfchild]

[ Cat could care less about the warnings. She knows better than to cause trouble. She has nothing of value. She's moving because she does not want to stay in one place. She is full of nervous energy and has nothing to take it out on.

Besides, she figures that if anything were to happen, her wolf would be more than happy to intervene. Nymeria has not had a fresh kill since they woke here.

Hearing a faint whispering, she slows her steps. Her hand ghosts to the hilt of her sword. Any element of surprise she might have had disappears with Nymeria's growling so she calls: ] Who goes?

[sundroplet]

[ There are about sixty seven ways to die at the hands of pirates.

Rapunzel counted.

And Rapunzel really doesn't want to die. There is mother and the lanterns and she needs to go back home and if she could live through this and tell mother that she faced spaceships and aliens and pirates (oh my!), mother is bound to let her go see the lights.

She just had to live through this and not die in one of the sixty seven ways she counted.

Naturally, the frying pan was with her.

She squeaked when she heard the voice, peeking out from the darkness before sighing her relief. ]

Cat and her wolf! I thought I recognized your voice.

Bela Talbot | Open (action or prose fine)

[onsilksheets]

Bela's first thought was to hide away in her room with her belongings and her cat to make sure that none of the pirates would take what was rightfully hers. But then there was safety in numbers, right? Maybe she should make her way to the Oxygen Gardens to where everyone else was.

As she walked down the hallways-her gun on hand, her belongings in a bag along with her cat-Bela couldn't see any signs of them around or anyone else for that matter and that caused some concern. She was nowhere near the gardens nor anywhere that would be deemed safe so Bela's only option was to creep silently along the hallways, sticking close to the shadows so that no one would spot her.

[inebriety]

Iron Man or no Iron Man, this was Tony's job. There was no way that he'd sit in the Oxygen Gardens and stay out of the way. No, he had to play the big damn hero and make sure everyone was safe. First thing he'd done was go to his room and grab some supplies and then he was off, scouring the hallways for any sign of their intruders. His wasps were silent in the air, despite their mechanical status and the only thing that would give him away was Tony's lack of training in stealth. Even then he was doing his utmost to keep quiet.

He really should have been doing this in safety while he sent commands technopathically, but he always did like to get involved personally.

[skillz]

Q understood the human urge to congregate when in danger. It made sense to some degree and even Q himself, stranded by the pirates' apparent domination of the tech on the ship, was particularly tempted. When lost, security and stability was sought through other people, grasping desperately on to some form of familiarity or the hope that someone else would know what they were doing. It was natural but Q thought he knew better. A large group of people meant a large target for attacks and he intended to be as far away from it as possible. Thus, instead of grasping on to social interaction and strength in numbers for safety, his urge for security was quelled by his fingers placed firmly on the turning lock of his door and a beaten up paperback of Moby-Dick. There he stayed for several hours until, after hearing no sounds of disturbance whatsoever, he decided to venture out and grab himself some lunch and stock up on supplies.

It was then that he saw Bela and, most importantly, her gun. His eyes widened a little. There were few ways that she could try to pass that off as an antique. He placed his hands in his pockets, watching her skulk in the shadows in a way to which he was surprisingly accustomed, although he had never done it himself, and rocked on his toes slightly like a schoolboy waiting for his turn in the lunch queue.

"I suppose you're heading to the Oxygen Gardens?" he asked.

takeshi | ota

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi was actually at the gardens for a bit--with a bag full of his things, too! He couldn't leave his toys behind. Or something to eat, if his tummy rumbled. As much help as he has, he still makes sure to take care of himself in case everyone's busy. But then he realizes he left his favorite wooden sculpture of the fair warrior Reika and hurries back to the kitchen where he'd left it.

SO OFF HE RUNS.

REIKA PRINCESS I'M COMING FOR YOOOOOOU]

Marty Mikalski | ota

[foolproofed]

[After very effectively learning that no place is safe, Marty's decided he really wants some more of that shit he and Foxy Freckles made--not to say he's high or had even smoked at all on such a day as today, but perhaps--just perhaps--he's forever inflicted from his cannabis use with an endless case of the munchies. Or so his theory goes. Like he knows the inner machinations of his body.

Maybe there's a little excess confidence for someone who just got hit in the face with a frying pan, but he can be found either in or wandering out from one of the kitchens with a big-ass tub of... something. Something that smells fab, is really cold, and has effectively stained his tongue and lips an obvious blue shade.

Does it detract from the band-aid over his red-ass nose, does it.]

a very shady wheatley errand | ota

[testgasm]

As soon as it became abundantly clear that these pirates weren't just looking for food and medicine, rather, taking all of that and ripping things out of the walls, Wheatley knew that the one thing he wasn't going to let them do was get at the imprint chair. There was, of course, a certain element of risk in wandering the halls when the majority of the ship's populace was locked down in the Oxygen Gardens, but he wasn't about to leave the last shot at returning to his body out where anyone could find it if they looked hard enough.

Besides, he liked owning things, and like hell was he going to let anyone (pirate or no) get their hands on his hard-won belongings. He had a plan, too, one that involved a portal on the wall of his room, with the other end in the lounge on the upper floors where he and Topher had hidden the chair. Closing off one end meant that he'd effectively been able to lock his room from the inside while still being able to function outside of it, making sure that the chair and other such important things were safely stowed away.

It did, unfortunately, mean being out and about with the portal device and a bucket of what appeared to be white paint (which was a problem in itself--a limited amount of conversion gel meant very strategic portal placement, and longer walks with shady brain things than he would have liked). Though the zero-point energy field manipulator meant that it was nearly effortless to transport his very important objects (among them what appeared to be some kind of metal basketball), but when push came to shove, it was difficult to be sneaky when you were hauling a stripped-down armchair.

1/3

[foolproofed]

Marty is focused on reading through the network on his comm while making his way back to the oxygen gardens from his room.

2/3

[foolproofed]

...

He lowers his comm device slowly.

Marty is not in the lounge anymore.

What, that wasn't just a sci-fi door leading into the corridors?

3/3

[foolproofed]

He peeks around the corner, walks in and out a few times. Hops in and out once.

And then proceeds to stand in the room like science had just bitchslapped him.

"... What the fuck..."

did I just run into some rave-tastic wormhole

This is so late FORGIVE ME ;A;

[glassesonachain]

When Bennett sees Wheatley, he's hauling the chair. Thankfully, she has no idea what in the world it is. If she had a chance to sit and examine the thing for any length of time, yeah, she'd probably figure out what it does.

But she really doesn't have that chance right now so. Small mercies.

Instead, she just sees her new friend (were they friends now? Was she just latching onto him in a weird way because they shared a dislike for most of humanity? Was now really the time to be debating this in her head?) looking like he was doing something where having assistance might be possibly useful.

"Hi, Wheatley," she says meekly, throwing a super awkward wave in there for good measure, "Do you need any help? With ah, whatever it is you're doing."

Murphy Pendleton | Open

[yardbird]

Not long after Murphy abandons the network in hopes of salvaging what he can from their interlopers, he's making his way to the kitchens. The halls, long and winding, have a way of getting most people lost. But he knows them fairly well now. At least, he thinks he does. The bird markers help. Pirates wouldn't know any better, would they?

It's a big ship. Lots of supplies. Trade doesn't even seem like a very bad idea... except that these people aren't looking to trade, and they aren't interested in people getting in their way.

So Murphy's been doing that. Mostly. He doesn't see any sign of them, anyway.

Just when he thinks that maybe they packed up and left -- or maybe they got lost in the labyrinthine mess of the ship -- Murphy stops. Feet planted in the doorway of the sixth deck kitchen. His kitchen. Well, everyone's kitchen, but this was where Murphy would mostly go but then...

"WHAT THE FUCK."

The entire place -- his sanctuary -- is a mess.

Any hope that one might have had for mercy is gone completely after Murphy rummages through one of the designated cabinets to find...

"Christ... my whiskey, too?" His jaw clenched. Fucking looters.

[justdumbluck]

Firo was too far from his room to seek shelter when the announcements were made--not that he's planning too, anyway. He's sure that anyone has a pretty good chance of being attacked, hiding or not, so he figures the best thing to do is arm himself. He's spent the time since the announcement hunting for a nearby kitchen and the promise of more knives and something with which to sharpen them. It's not the best option, but it's what he's got.

He arrives in the kitchen as Murphy's searching for his poor lost treasure. His disappointment at the wreckage and probable lack of knives is somewhat lessened by faint amusement at Murphy. At least the guy has priorities. "...Got a problem? Aside from the pirates and all."

AM | OTA

[godofthemachine]

AM was actually quite curious about these pirates. He had hardly caught any glances of them; most of what he knew was from the network. As long as he was safe, as long as his things were safe, then AM didn't particularly care. So while he made sure he had his two weapons - a knife and a cattle prod - on hand, as well as securing anything he held valuable, then he was going to try and observe these pirates.

While he would most likely be in the science labs, he could be in other places, such as the kitchens or the hallways.

But as it is, he's most likely sitting behind a wall of some sort - a door, a table, etc. - simply watching and waiting. Sure, he might try to talk to the pirates, find out their motives, attempt to "befriend" them, or else he might find joy in killing one. After all, he wouldn't get in trouble for "self defense," right?

hehehe

[sugarpills]

He doesn't even see AM hiding there. Nope.

Even though Ryan literally has nothing to his name (except for his tennis ball. that is a very important thing), he's making his way through the ship as quietly as he can. Because even though he thinks that these pirates won't really give a shit about a slobbery tennis ball, he still doesn't want to meet them. Because they're pirates, and they're scary. He'd rather just hide away by himself where he knows he can be safe.

What makes hiding even easier is the fact that after the pirates turned all the rooms into shit, they never bothered picking up. Which could be a good thing or bad thing.

Ryan was making his way through one of the rooms around when something snagged his foot. He hit the ground on his knees with a startled kind of cry, and the tennis ball bounced right away from him. And you bet he's going to go right after it...

ryan newman | wilfred

[sugarpills]

Ryan had absolutely nothing to hide.

From what he knew about pirates (watching Pirates of the Caribbean and Treasure Planet, and reading a tiny bit of Moby Dick from school), he knew that pirates wouldn't care about you unless you had something valuable. And what did Ryan have? A bong, some cigarettes, a tennis ball, and a shirt. The most valuable thing out of that was the tennis ball, which he kept in his pocket (and he didn't give two shits about how awkward it looked). Nope, Ryan doesn't have anything really valuable on him.

That being said, he still doesn't want to see any pirates, though.

He kept himself away from the places that hadn't been completely trashed yet; instead, he gravitated towards the opposite. Whatever valuable things that had been there were already gone, which meant that the rooms there were safe. And whatever place was safe, Ryan would gladly stay there.

Nepeta's Room || Equius + OTA

[purrfectlycute]

[ Even though she's huddled with Equius in her room, they haven't locked the door. Partly because she wants to leave a safe space in case someone needs to enter and hide out with her. Mostly because they could give so few fucks about these pirates.

Oh sure, Nep isn't happy that they've decided to come ransack the ship, and she certainly hopes all of her friends stay safe, but let's be real here: piracy happens. (Well, it did on Alternia, anyway.) If she got up in arms every time someone attempted to take over/steal her shit/murder her, she'd have died of anxiety by now. Seriously this is like everyday life to her.

No, she thinks, it's much easier to defend a den then take the battle out in the open.

(Besides, Equius had told her to hide back in their own universe. She might be more inclined to disobey that order if he wasn't here, if she couldn't hole herself up with him.)

She curls up on her hoarded pile of Davesprite feathers and paints. Nothing she owns is particularly worth stealing. The only things of value are her and Equius' lives, really, and neither of those are particularly easy to take. Unless you're Gamzee.

(And if any pirates decide they could try to take them, well... she could always use more red paint.) ]

[mareonsociety]

[If there's an applicable saying for the situation, it would be: pirates happen. Unless you come from a time where pirates are not a thing, in which case they do not. However, for trolls, pirates are just another amongst the list of violent occurrences they've become desensitized to.

Equius is not worried, though he isn't thrilled either. It's easier to stay in Nepeta's (their) room, belongings with them and wait out the situation. Should they be engaged he will swiftly and STRONGLY take care of the problem. Trapped on this vessel with humans, this dangerous circumstance makes him feel closer to home than anything else has in a long time.]

Do you expect any guests?

[ closed ] quin + starbuck!

[psychometry]

[ The valuables that Quinlan owns are small and significant only to himself - a stone, a tiny broken droid the size of a credit chip, a shard of red crystal. He leaves them behind without a thought, discarded in a compartment of his cabin and left without any fear of them being thought important to anyone. Lightly burdened with only his lightsaber and comms device Quinlan draws the depths of the Force around him like a cloak and moves along the decks between his cabin and the shuttle bay with the speed and silence of a shadow - disturbing nothing, avoided by most.

By the time he reaches the shuttle bay further news of the pirate attack has been broken, but not quite enough to lift the hazy fog of war from the minds of the passengers. Nothing is for certain about their attackers save a few names and faces - but, even with those scant whispers of information, confusion still reigns. After long months of preferring solitude in the oxygen gardens to mixing with the crew Quinlan himself doubts he could truly tell pirate from passenger in these conditions - and even the Force, oddly clouded with shadows and darkness, does not seem to help.

Troubled and suspicious, Quinlan picks his way through patches of shadow on the edges of the shuttle bay, lightsaber hilt in hand but not ignited. Not yet, at least. ]

[astrogate]

[ Kara, like a few others, has been carefully paying attention to the network and noting just what was unfolding before her - clearly she isn't impressed with any of it. And after a bit of back and forth with one of the so called pirates, Kara was making her way (still covered in grease smudges from the shuttle she was working on) towards where she thought Fry and a few of the others might be setting up some type of command.

And it's in this time, that Kara suddenly feels like she isn't alone - not exactly an uncommon thing, sure. But given the circumstances, she is easily going on high alert because of it, and letting her hand slowly move down to her holster, readying her sidearm for whatever might occur.

Because, whoever or whatever it was that was around her, clearly it wasn't saying anything, and that could only mean one thing to her – they didn't want to be seen. And that was not going to work for her.

So as her pace slowed to something almost appearing calm, she quietly watched and waited for whatever it might be. ]

Mordecai | open

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Being that he keeps all his valuables on him, and that the rakkale is now long gone, Mordecai sees no reason to follow the lockdown recommendations. Being holed up in the gardens with security pretending to be competent just isn't his idea of a good time. Until he needs to check on the chickens, he'd much rather stalk the halls in search of these supposed pirates.

It's strange to him that he doesn't know if shooting first is the answer, this time. These pirates were the best source of information on their situation that they'd had since he'd arrived. If he could capture one, great. If they shot first though, he couldn't guarantee they'd survive long enough to answer much at all.

[blightphoenix]

After spending a few hours or so in the gardens, Maya has gotten restless, and she begins to wander the halls in search of someone. No one in particular, mind, just any of the pirates.

The fact that she was explicitly told not to fight has made her even more determined to do so, if only to prove that 27 years of rigorous training and time on the bandit-ridden Pandora has turned her into a force to be reckoned with. So what if she's not a part of the Security team on this ship? What does that title even mean anyway?

She mulls over this as she turns the corner and spots a familiar face. With a slight wave, she heads toward him.

"Hey. See anything interesting around here?"

Jo Harvelle || Space Babylon&Halls

[swedge]

[ It took a little longer for Jo to get wind of the pirates, since she didn't tend to check the Network and had to wait until someone in the bar had, but when she did she was in mission mode. Grab her weapons, the gun and the knife and as much food as she can hold, and locks herself in the bar. Or doesn't, necessarily, lock herself in. The door is barricaded a little, and she's sitting right inside with her gun at the ready and her eyes on the door.

Hopefully you try and contact her before you step inside, because chances are you will be shot at without asking questions first. Pirates are welcome to try and make it inside, if they don't need their faces, or their knees, or anything similar. She's a pretty good shot, and plans on being generous with the ammo. For as long as she can, at least, until she's just locking the door and shoving every movable object in front of it. She leaves it open, for now, in case anyone she knows needs the shelter, but if she runs into a problem the door is closing.

There's also the off-chance you might run into her when she tries to go on a supplies run - this would be on the first day, where she'd just get to the closest kitchen or storage area to try and salvage anything she could. It'd be quick, an in and out, but also possible if you don't really want to play chicken with a closed door and a shotgun. ]

[staytofight]

[Truth be told, Garrett has been just routinely keeping an eye out for pirates--and what better place for them to hide out in than the local bar? They must surely love their whiskey and vodka. Luckily he's learned from Heather that letting someone shoot you? Ruins your clothes. He'd had to stitch together a big, ugly hole from her shotgun at point blank.

So the moment he realizes he's about to be shot at again he actually learns from his past mistakes and blurs right on out of the way of the blast. He could probably catch a bullet with his hand, but he'd rather not have to deal with achy chipped fingers all day, y'know?]

Hey now--!

[He swooshes over to the bar.]

It's a little overkill, don't you think? There aren't even any pirates yet to be shot.

[please don't shoot at me again

i'm tired of young girls shooting me]

finch | ota

[incubo]

[ finch isn't really in a hurry to go anywhere. yeah, okay, there are pirates. big fucking deal, douchebags are douchebags no matter what part of the galaxy you're in, and finch has been pretty goddamn well acquainted with some really huge jackasses in his time. besides, they're human, and if push comes to shove, finch hasn't met a human yet that he couldn't charm right into pulling the trigger into their own skull if he really wanted them to. he can take care of his own damn self, thankyouverymuch.

instead, he's been wandering the corridors to check the damage, unlit cigarette between his lips and intense frown apparent from the line between his brows. jesus, what a fucking mess. apparently, they're a bunch of animals. (not like finch can talk, he supposes.)

he's been by the doors of his regulars, making certain they're safely camped out elsewhere (in the case of humans), or at least confident (in the case of vampires), and now he's standing outside a room that's been ransacked, pushing a toe through the refuse that was left behind. well, no cigarettes, of course. they could have at least not strewn everything everywhere. ]

.. Damn. [ he fishes his lighter out of a pocket, flicks it until it lights and brings it to the tip of the cigarette. a long inhale, and he lowers his hands again, breathing smoke out between his teeth. ] Gonna' take forever to clean this fucking place up.

[ironsights]

[ the pirates may have just barely started causing trouble around the ship -- but already, it's more work, more of a headache for a lot of people. especially people involved with the security department.

kazama, luckily, doesn't have any belongings that count as 'valuable' or 'precious' -- just a ragged flag he's got folded up and tucked into his ammunition pouch -- so he doesn't have to waste any time gathering up his things. instead, he's on patrol duty, walking through the hallways keeping an eye out for anything suspicious or any signs of trouble.

he turns a corner, finds some young man lingering before what looks like a trashed room, and can't help but raise an eyebrow. ]

... is this your room? [ he walks near-silently out of habit, enough to seem like he's sneaking around, and he makes his presence known only when he speaks up suddenly. he regards finch carefully before glancing at the wrecked room. ]

York and Delta

[logicunlocked]

Since Delta had arrived on the ship, he and York had become virtually inseparable. As well they might, considering the arrangement they were used to before. There was a lot Delta seemed to need to absorb about life in a human body, and York was determined to be there to guide him in anything he needed.

Now, on top of everything, there were pirates invading the ship. York was concerned for Delta's safety. Not that he didn't trust in the AI's bravery or competence, but Delta had never learned to use a weapon as a human, and he wanted to make sure Delta all the practice he needed should they end up in a conflict.

So York had brought Delta down to the shooting range and given him the pistol that he had found in his locker way back when he first arrived here, set him up with hearing protection, and got a lane ready. "All right, you ready to try this?"

[alaspooryork]

As for Delta, he looked a little bit ridiculous in the ear protection but conceded it was necessary given his lack of armor. His theoretical knowledge of firearm use was excellent, but he'd also be the first to tell anyone that theory does little good unless applied in practice. So he nodded and held the pistol safely down, only ready to aim it once he had the target clear in his sight.

"I believe so. Although it will be best if this practice is not necessary, being prepared for any future situations will not be amiss. Do you have any last-minute advice or shall I continue?"

closed | scoot and lydia | second floor of the science lab

[mathematically]

[ lydia hates these pirates, finds them to be aggravating at best and honestly they could be better at this whole thing. she finds the idea that oh she's got to avoid them and that she can't protect herself stupid, forget that she knows how to use her best friend's bow, has her best friends knives and can build firebombs essentially from scratch.

needless to say this entire thing just isn't fun for lydia and right now she reserves the right to stay in the science lab until she heads back her room and grabs the bow and the other knife she left in her room ( she knows better than to leave without at least one knife after the adventure in the genetics lab.

when scott finally shows up she manages to look up from the test tubes she has on the table and calls out to him to make sure he knows where she is. ]

Scott!

[workout]

[ scott, meanwhile, isn't actually very bothered by the pirates. they seem relatively harmless so far, given that they're mostly scarce; and he's barely been on the ship long enough to feel any real sense of entitlement to it. also he's not really thinking through the repercussions of them taking all their food, which is probably an oversight. it's a big ship, right? sharing, etc.

the wolf adds a sense of security too, lets him ignore the alerts to get to safety without feeling overly reckless for it. he's been keeping to his room for the most part, but he left to look for the sheriff a bit ago. stopping off to visit lydia is on the way. he's distracted by basically everything in the lab when he finally finds it, but he glances over when she calls out and makes his way over. ]

Hey.

[ still distracted, though. seriously, cool lab. it's like the future in here. which makes sense, because they're on a spaceship. ]

| closed to irene adler (2009)

[wigs]

[Perhaps running in heels isn't a very good idea, but it's not like Effie has the appropriate footwear for escaping from space pirates whose intentions aren't exactly magnanimous.

And while she's used to doing anything and everything in impractical shoes, she's never thought to find herself in this kind of situation. Anyone within twenty feet of her would hear her approach, and it's nearly inevitable that one of them would be part of the group Effie's trying to avoid.

She freezes like a deer in headlights, fear keeping her still when she knows she should run.]