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...

Comments

[godofthemachine]

Sometimes it was easy for AM to forget that he was still in this human form, that he was vulnerable. Of course he knew that the pirates had deadly potential, knew of the strategy that Soysauce spoke of... It was simply easy for him to dismiss them as cowardly for their violent actions because that was what he was used to. Human cowardice was such a common thing, the entire reason why he was built.

"Of course. I am aware of most fighting strategies." He scowled slightly for a brief moment, until he closed his yes and gave a short laugh. "But of course, it was silly of me to call them cowards. I suppose I underestimate people too easily."

He didn't have a gun, unfortunately, but he had a knife and a cattle prod. AM certainly wished he had a gun, as he would feel safer that way, but as is he had to make do. "Ah... I do have weapons, yes."

[mathematically]

Oh good, I wasn't the one who had to drop that bomb. She came here the jump I did. Ten. Left the fifteenth jump. That's five jumps where her and I had time to actually talk to each other and what not.

[ she lets out a laugh at the bomb comment because it's a bit hilarious to her to be known as someone who can make bombs. ]

Who do you think got Allison's stuff after she left? [ she doesn't even wait for him to answer before she pulls out one of the knives allison had on the tranquility. ] I can use this. I have her bow which I can use and if I walked down to gunnery I have a friend up there who's been teaching me how to shoot a gun.

But Allison teaching me how to use the bow was first though.

[inebriety]

Tony on the other hand, relaxes completely. He's not the brains behind this so it's not like his focus is needed here. He rubs a hand over his face tiredly before he speaks. "Wasps. They're a souvenir from home. What are you doing skulking around? I could have shot you."

[onsilksheets]

"I'm investigating, not skulking. The pirates could be just about anywhere by now and I'd like to know." Clint would be pissed if he had managed to shoot her. "Well, we can stick together, back each other up. With your wasps."

[yardbird]

Murphy snorts at that. "Looks like they've already got the destructive part down." Then, he mutters (more to himself than anything: "I'd hate to see what else they've done..."

He winces internally at that. Like what if these people get inside the gardens? Their oxygen supply? What else do these people really need here?

"Haven't seen 'em since they hopped on our network, so I dunno..." He tilts his head to the side. "If they're snaggin' our stuff from the kitchens, they're probably doin' all of that on the other decks... right?"

Come on, Murphy. There are a lot of kitchens and a lot of decks. Chances of finding one and catching them in the act...

Possible. Unlikely, but maybe doable.

[sugarpills]

Ryan glared at AM as he wandered a little closer...and that's when the other man opened his eyes a little wider. And instead of having normal eyes like everyone else, his was red.

Okay, so maybe Ryan wasn't sure what this guy was anymore. Nobody except for robots in those old movies had red eyes, so maybe that's what he was? Or, knowing how this guy had fucked with him in the past, he was just a normal human guy wearing eye-colored contacts. That was part of Ryan's problem. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about a lot of things here anymore.

"You're an asshole." He muttered. Which, as far as he was concerned, was very true.

[foundafamily]

He nods to Murphy's assessment. "Yeah, probably." At least it's a lead; Firo was ready to take off with or without any sort of helpful direction. This narrows down their options considerably and more accurately than a quick session of eeny meeny miny moe.

Tapping his chin as he stares up at the ceiling, Firo wills his brain to work so he can narrow it down further. "I was just around the kitchen on deck 8. That one was already hit, too. Think we can write of the decks between this one and that one?" He folds his arms and sighs, "That still leaves us with a lotta options. Might as well just pick a random number."

[swedge]

[ His confusion...well. It confuses her, her eyebrows knotting up for a moment. ]

Yeah. Vamps need human blood to survive. Give them a dead person's blood and it's like rotten food. Slows 'em down.

[licks]

[Kate glances up at the voice and smirks.]

If you think you're the Calvary, you're a bit late. We're already here.

[swedge]

[ and maybe it's because Jo's been dealing with those 'unwanted guests' that her first reaction is to grab her closest pistol and aim it at the door - recognizing the voice half a second later. ]

Hey Dean. [ jo sets the pistol back down, snorting a little at kate's comment and returning to what she'd been doing. ] Everything okay out there?

[staytofight]

... I've never heard of such a thing before. It really works, does it?

[Probably not on them, he thinks. His weird hybrid. Well, unless they're force-fed? It's not like they have particularly understandable bodies. No veins that actually pump any blood, or anything. All rock-hard muscles and tissues and whatever the hell you'd call any of it.

He's starting to think he's any horror experts worst nightmare, when it comes to logistics.]

[swedge]

Last I checked.

[ And it's definitely not making her feel very safe when he doesn't seem very intimidated by the fact. Not that she has any on her, but it's the fact her knowledge is faulty that has her on edge. ]

[workout]

... oh.

[ because yes, sometimes he needs reminding that human doesn't mean helpless. but that doesn't change the fact that it's still more fragile than what he is, even if it does curb a fraction of his worry. ]

She taught you how to use her crossbow?

[ which yes, she just said that, but- ]

... how long did it take?

[ asked in as politely skeptical a fashion as possible. you just don't strike him as the crossbow type, no offense. ]

[godofthemachine]

Well, if Ryan had said that AM was an old movie robot, AM would have confirmed it with a bit of a laugh. Because that's essentially what he was - he was what old sci-fi movies crudely warned people about - not to create sentient machines that could potentially make their lives "easier." But they didn't listen, did they? No, not even to those horrid sci-fi movies.

But as is, he simply laughed at that insult. Pathetic. Being called such things did so little to AM's disposition. His victims had referred to him with every horrible name under the sun and it only made him feel better, because they hated him. But not as much as AM hated them. Not even close.

"So do you intend to get through life with petty insults?" He spoke with a chuckle.

[yardbird]

While Murphy isn't above hours of aimless wandering, he does take comfort in having a purpose or some kind of goal. Preparing himself for a fight or flight situation on their intruder's behalf, he sped up his pace through the halls while he talked.

"The only kitchens I ever bother to restock are the ones on occupied floors. Let's start with deck seventeen and work our way back down." It's a lot better than picking a random number from the hundreds of floors there already were, as far as Murphy is concerned. And it's a number to press once Murphy makes it to the lift (hoping that it doesn't wind up malfunctioning again like the previous month).

[staytofight]

[That aura rolls off her in waves, but he's keeping his distance; in fact, he's barely budged since standing at the bar, much like a statue. Figures it would bring more comfort than him wandering about the place.] And how exactly would you go about doing something like that--or is that something too weird to talk about, with the creature it's supposed to weaken?

I've heard so many tales about my kind, it's always interesting to hear more, is all.

[foundafamily]

Firo trots alongside Murphy, nodding along to his logic. At least one of them has it. "Sounds good to me. So we've only gotta look at... Fifteen, then? That's better than a hundred."

Firo's having similar thoughts to Murphy as they enter the lift, and he eyes it anxiously. "This thing'd better not screw up and drop us off in that crazy maze place again..." Sure, it hasn't happened since, but Firo still worries each time he uses the lift, convinced that it's got to happen again eventually.

Belatedly he figures that's probably not a good topic to dwell on, so those words are hardly out of his mouth before he speaks up again. "Do you have a weapon in case we do find those guys?"

[sugarpills]

Ryan would challenge that. Because he's really, really not liking AM that much right now.

"What else do you expect me to do to someone who's being an asshole to me for no reason?" He gave AM an incredulous kind of look, before shrugging his shoulders and turning his back to the man (robot?). "I have better things to do than waste big words on someone like you."

[godofthemachine]

"To you perhaps I have no reason," he spoke, lowering the pitch of his voice slightly. His expression darkened, though perhaps Ryan couldn't see it if his back was turned.

"But really, you're human. You can't possibly understand. Your state of depression depends on whether your dog is there or not. I have never seen anything more pathetic."

[swedge]

Lots of ways. Dip the weapons in it, shoot 'em up with it.

[ she's doing all she can to come off as being calm, but it's hard to do when she's as tense as she is. still, she tries. ]

Why, what's your version like?

[skillz]

"I could take some of it, if you'd like?" Q offered instantly. He was far from a physical paragon of strength and athleticism, but he could still be helpful. His satchel had left his hands free and his was perfectly capable of holding some things for her.

"Maybe we should cross our fingers and hope that they're not scavengers," he said with a shrug and a smile, almost accepting his fate. Little could truly be done, especially when you ran away from your room and hid in the gardens. Despite his attempt at casual nonchalance, the lack of control nevertheless nagged at Q and made him a little on edge. He was trying his best to accept it but not knowing exactly what was going on with the ship left him feeling a little in the dark and as if he knew far less than he wanted to. The Tranquility had a habit of doing that to him.

[bribed]

Didn't have to open the door, [ he points out, smirking slightly.

The news about the alcohol does make him frown slightly, but he shrugs and settles into a chair with a good view of the door. ]

Packed up how?

[swedge]

Boxes. Packed and sealed and put away.

[ she settles in back behind the bar, where's she's got most of her things set up. ]

Figured if the pirates did manage to get in here, I could at least make it difficult for them.

[sugarpills]

Ryan could hear that AM's voice was lowered a bit, but at this point in time, he really didn't give a shit. AM could have been abused (or however a computer was abused), and he wouldn't care. "There is no 'perhaps'. I know you don't, other than to be an asshole."

He fell silent as AM continued anyway...and something snapped.

Ryan Newman knew very well he was pathetic; he couldn't keep a grip on reality, his mother had spent the last twenty years in a mental health clinic. His father was never happy with him, and he isolated himself from everybody. His best friend was a dog. He couldn't even kill himself right. Yeah, Ryan knew that he was pretty pathetic. But hearing someone else call him that was different.

He could feel a different kind of rage bubbling up inside of him, coming to the surface and threatening to burst. Ryan spun around and gave AM a glare. "Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about Wilfred or me! Who the fuck are you to say so?"

[bribed]

Ain't that just goin' to make it easier for them to carry?

[ He is fairly certain that having to gather the supplies takes less time than picking up boxes, even if those boxes are put away. ]