EVENT: DUPRR ▒ THE SECONDARY SHUTTLE BAY

[ataraxites]

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?

Comments

[troops]

[Cullen is not far behind Dasha, forcing himself to keep up despite his strength quickly ebbing from him. It feels like it's been days since they split from Dorian and Cole, only to meet up with Shepard and her ally not long after. Cullen hadn't minded- his primary focus is ensuring Dasha's safety, his secondary being to try and rescue those stranded in this... this place. If the other two had similar goals, then he'd gladly join up with them.

When the light begins to reach the debris, however, Cullen takes a step back, startled- though perhaps he shouldn't be. How many things had they fought on the way here?]

Maker...

[His hand moves for his blade, just in case whatever did this is still lingering. ]

We should search for survivors. Anyone who might still be alive.

[consilia]

[ Survivors is more apt than Cullen might realize.

As they venture inside, pushing beyond bloody stains in the shuttle bay—some human, some monstrous—they descend deeper into darkness, eventually coming across an area designated for cataloguing shuttle parts. Hidden amongst a series of stray shuttle components lies the limp, still-bleeding body of a man.

He seems to hear them coming, because he perks up slightly. ]

H— [ The words choke him before they make it quite out of his lungs, and he coughs. ] Hey! [ He tries again, pressing one hand on top of a toolbox to push himself up. A fresh surge of blood starts pooling around his middle. ] Over here!