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EVENT: DUPRR ▒ THE SECONDARY SHUTTLE BAY

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The secondary shuttle bay
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, graphic imagery, death etc.
SUMMARY: Discovery of the secondary shuttle bay and rescue ~~or not~~ of the DUPRR NPCs inside.
NOTES: March 30 onwards.

The doors are torn open as you arrive, metal ripped back like the skin of a fruit. Improvised barricades of tools and carts, shuttle pieces stand as obstacles to be carefully climbed through before you can stand in the shuttle bay itself. The space is vast, flashlight beams penetrating only a certain distance into the dark, but enough to sweep the floor, find the scattered, gored remains of at least three human bodies.

The ship stands as the only complete vessel in sight - or, at least, it was. Windows smashed, the hull torn at, access doors ripped open. The inside empty.

The shuttle bay is silent. But is that the silence of a catastrophe already passed, or of someone hiding, holding their breath?

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[ Please comment below for NPC discovery and rescue. Due to the size of this group, THERE WILL BE NO TAG ORDER. First-come, first-serve, just keep the thread moving forward. ]

[ After the last couple harrowing days, Blake's finding it hard to feel anything but dissatisfied as they come upon the second shuttle bay. It's been tough — harder than it should be for a group of mostly competent adults (more or less) — and it speaks volumes about the potential tilt the return trip might take.

He doesn't appreciate the sight of the damage, nor does he like the idea of carrying Selina into another bad situation, but they've come this far together, and if they're getting home in one piece, it means they'd better go back together.

Edging along the wall, he lets the majority of the people in the group pass, lingering anxiously several feet from the door. ]

This looks like the place.

[His voice is quiet; the last thing he wants is to attract the attention of some lingering monster. ]

[ She's exhausted. It shows in the lines on her face, the way her posture slumps slightly as they walk. She hasn't slept well, too keyed up at every noise coming at them in the dark, so when Blake announces that they're there, her initial response is a sigh of relief. They made it alive. It stirs a surge of adrenaline in her and she moves forward past Blake, standing just outside the door. Glancing over her shoulder, she looks at the rest of them, gaze finally settling on Dean. ] Ready?

[Kennex's as exhausted as the others, but he's holding up okay, though he's still bleeding from a wound on his face. It's below his eye, though, so it's not hindering him. He nods in reply to Allison's question, looking around at the others to check on them. They all seem to be here and decently okay.]

[ Dean slips through the back of their group as the shuttle bay doors loom into view, passes by Blake and Allison and heads toward point position. If they're going to be venturing face first into the maws of freaking death via monster or government pawn, he might as well be the first one to bite the bullet. After all, this whole stupid rescue mission was his idea, and after three days of fighting off an entire zoo's worth of bullshit, after three days worth of sleeping on a metal floor in pitch damn darkness, he's not convinced this was his greatest idea.

One hand grips a flashlight, the other his gun, crossed at the wrists and lifting up before him to survey the area as he edges in. The beam of his maglite catches something shiny, something bright, and it's not hard to follow that trail toward it's cause, it's blood clinging to the lifeless remains of three human bodies.

A frown tugs at his lips. ]

Ready or not, it looks like we mighta missed the party...

[ He mutters unhappily, mostly directed at himself and slightly Allison, though his voice carries in the silence of the room. Footsteps crunch on grains and gravels of broken glass and debris from the destroyed ship. ]

Not sure if this is a rescue mission or a funeral anymore.

[ Whether it's because he's just that good at killing what comes at him or something– else has been keeping much from coming at him in the first place, "Davis" is easily the least injured of the party. A few scrapes and three days on high alert are nothing he hasn't seen before. He's even slept half decently, the jerk.

Dean takes point, and he's moving along the outskirts of the group after, footfalls quiet and sure despite the glass, rifle raised. The light on the barrel is swallowed by the vast dark ahead. ]

Started with fourteen.

[ So, three down. (Eleven to go.)

A flash of metal catches the light ahead. The broadside of a shuttle. ]

[Maybe it might not have been Dean's best idea, but if anything it had given them a better idea of what this ship was capable of. Hearing about the dangers of the hallways was one thing, seeing them had been quite another. They'd been through and seen a lot over the years, and this had still been beyond taxing. At least on a hunt when they didn't sleep they had espresso shots to keep them going.

As Dean moves forward, Sam stays in the rear, effectively keeping the group between them, being a lookout near the back while his brother scouts on ahead in case he needs to warn them of dangers creeping up from behind them.]

Keep looking. We need to make sure.

[Because coming all this way just to find a pile of bodies would be...he didn't even really want to accept it.]

[Gogo was on her discs as they arrived, rolling slowly forward as the others advanced, one hand on the wall. She had hoped they'd get there to find the doors still barricade, the people still safely inside. A reward for three days of suffering, which the gash running down her arm and the claw marks across the front of her yellow chest piece attested to. Wishful thinking at it's finest, probably.]

[Still, she wasn't one for giving up, or even looking at the downside of things.]

Positive thoughts. Some of them could be hiding.

[She chimed in as she followed after them, following the same general path as 'Davis' since he seemed to have the best luck with not getting horribly injured. She swung her visor down on her helmet and the light flicked on, panning around wherever she turned her head.]

Some of 'em could be on the offensive, too.

[ John doesn't think it hurts to remind any of them that. The people they're looking to rescue have had a time of it, and even if they do find anyone living, there's a chance they're going to be jumpy at best, possibly even murderous if they've been cornered enough. ]

Maybe spread out once we get in. Clear in teams, keep in close contact...

[ This is probably going to be a lot harder to execute than Blake's expecting, but at least it's a direction. ]

No. They're probably hiding. [ Allison frowns, kneeling down at the nearest corpse. ] Nothing human did this to them. They didn't have any weapons on board, remember? They can't defend themselves.

[ From the monsters or us, is the implication here. Allison looks up at the others, jaw set. ] We have to hurry.

[no, the one slowing them down had been Selina. While usually useful in a fight, she'd been carried most of the way, unable to put pressure on her injured ankle. Instead, she kept a wary eye behind them when she remained concious. Her already wounded arm now hung limply in a makeshift sling, and her shirt was crusty with dried blood.

She'd made a mistake, coming out here. But she'd never admit it.

Someone at least give her a gun. Please.]

What does it matter? [She asked] if they're dead, we aren't going to fix anything by getting there faster.

Especially if that dog is still on the loose.

[ Allison stands up with a frown. ] Because we don't know if they're dead. The faster we get there, the more likely they won't be when we find them.

If they saw a fraction of what we did, without weapons? Do you really think they'll still be alive? At all? [She wanted real food, a real bed. Everything hurt and everyone here was annoying. And Alison was only a few years older than her but she'd been welcomed to the mission with open arms. Meanwhile, Selina...]

Hey, c'mon. Got a lotta stuff left to accomplish here. Let's stay focused.

[ Which is to say, this doesn't need to turn into an argument. There's already enough to worry about without adding more interpersonal stress to the situation. ]

Everyone ready? Don't think we should linger. Oughta consider leavin' someone here at the door to keep an eye out, though.

[ Inside the shuttle bay, the silence gives way to echoed sounds of scraping metal and the thud of fallen storage containers. The sounds are too quiet to be anywhere nearby, and beyond the barricade, the bay itself stretches on into impossible darkness. From here, it may well go on forever, but the blackness welcomes them inside, the storm seemingly passed this threshold for the time being. One wave through, others yet to come.

A skittering sound starts up behind them, rapidly approaching. It starts from the ground in the hallway behind them, but by the time anyone turns back, the skittering noise has traveled upward and there's nothing waiting for them in the hall.

One short pause later, a monstrous spider-creature—black with a yellow underside—drops down on them, letting out a shrill croaking sound. It looks crafted from some kind of black volcanic rock, scurrying across the floor on five legs and spitting bubbling fluid towards the party. ]

Woah!

[Gogo had been rolling ahead of the others as the spider-thing appeared, and she barely managed to backpeddle out of the way as a burst of the bubbling fluid smacked into the deck where she had been.]

Heads up!

[She shouted as she darted back towards the group. It was strange, how calm she felt. Three days ago this would have been terrifying, but after the other things in the darkness, she was almost used to it.]

[ It's on the tip of his tongue to shoot an annoyed order back toward Selina and Allison even after Blake beats him to the punch, but he's cut off by a slightly more pressing concern. The sound of skittering feet. He holds up a hand to silence the crew, and the skittering echoes off of the shredded metal around them.

They've dealt with a lot of shit over the last 72 hours, but not a lot of it did much skittering. He raises his gun, whirls around to the hallway behind them, and is met with a great big gaping nothing. ]

What the hell--

[ Barely escapes his lips before a giant goddamn spider drops down on them from above, and he's jerking toward Gogo before he can help it. It's pointless, though, she's whirling out of the way before he can get anywhere near her. Once she's clear from the line of fire he doesn't hesitate, just raises his gun and shoots off a quick two rounds toward what looks the most like eyes that he can tell from first glance.

Shoot first ask questions later guys. ]

[ Allison's ready to say something again when she hears it to. She presses herself close to the wall and quietly drops her pack to the ground, pulling her bow off her shoulder and loading an arrow.

She's not prepared for what she sees, though, and Allison has faced down a few scary things in her life (murderous lizard monsters and feral alpha werewolves come to mind) but none of them were giant fuck off spiders. She steels her resolve though, and fires her arrow off at what she presumes to be the eyes, readying another arrow as soon as that one goes flying.

Does anyone have a giant shoe?? ]

[ Allison's arrow catches it in one limb, knocking it back for Dean's rounds to catch it between its many eyes. A crackling cry sounds out through its pincers, but it dwindles as the creature shrivels, legs curling beneath it. Coiled up on itself, it looks hardly the size of a bean bag chair—one with an arrow sticking out at an angle, that is.

Silence fills the hall for a beat before shouting comes from inside the shuttle bay. The words themselves are indistinguishable from out here, but the voice belongs to a woman. ]

[Sam's only just bringing his gun up as Dean starts to fire on the creature, and there's a long moment as they thing curls up and dies where he's more waiting for another one to drop down and attack than anything else.

Instead, he hears the voice of a woman shouting breaking the silence instead.]

There's someone still alive in there.

[Announcing the obvious is his job, apparently, but he takes off in the direction of the noise, assuming the others will follow him.]

[ Dean takes a stunned moment to appreciate the sight of a giant goddamn spider curling in on itself like one does after taking half a can of lysol straight to the face, shakes his head slowly in disbelief. He's seen a lot of crap, but giant spiders... well, that one was pretty new.

His appreciation is cut short, though, because while he didn't catch the sounds of the woman himself, Sam's words sure as hell grabbed his attention. Trusting his brother's word on the matter he shoots a harried glance back at the rest of the group. ]

Kennex, Allison, stay put, keep your eyes open, if anything else shows up don't chase, just shoot and shout.

[ Someone's gotta guard the exit, after all. Blake can come or not, but since he's got eyes on Selina, Dean's not about to bark out orders there. Instead, he's just sprinting off after Sam to find the source of the voice. ]

[ Allison looks like she wants to register a protest, but she listens and pulls her arrow out of the thing, giving Dean a nod. She crinkles her nose at the thing, and crouches down to try and get a better look. ]

[ It doesn't take Blake all that many cues to know he's better suited on the outside of this (even if he'd make a fine impact fighting alongside everyone else). Head dipping in understanding, he nods to the rest of the group as he takes Selina and steps back to monitor their exit. Gotta have a secure way out, right? ]

Stay sharp in there. [ It's a late addition, which means he wants to see everyone come back in one piece, thanks. ]

So we're volunteering to keep an eye out, [Selina mutters, arm still around Blake's shoulder. This is freaking stupid.]

Great.

[And Allison was right, someone was alive. Also great. In that lovely sarcastic way.]

[ Those who venture inside hear the voice grow louder as they progress towards the back wall. It's an insistent, hurried shout. ]

Don't! We don't know what's out there! Max!

[ A stubborn and impotent huff follows, and Juri's hands find her hips. She paces away, all-weather boots thudding heavy on the metal floor of the shuttle bay. She scrubs one hand over her mouth, dragging it down. The next words she says are muttered, something more befitting the sour look she wears. ]

Fucking idiots.

[ All of them. The monsters had separated them, true enough, but it was panic that really did the job for them. She leans under a work bench, rifling absently. Clangs of metal fill the air around them. ]

DEAN, SAM, BLAKE, SELINA, ALLISON, BUCKY, GOGO, KENNEX, ETC. | NPC RESCUE

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