06-30-2016, 06:44 PM
(06-30-2016, 04:28 PM)Umbra Wrote: // okay fine geez I'll respond to something >->// remember the ship crew?
// you guys can go on without other people, you know...
(06-28-2016, 03:37 PM)achroma Wrote: *as the sun rises on nexus 17, the village springs to life and, vehicles buzz around all heading to a local musame, which has a new exhibit. There also seems to have been a Robery at a local library*
The Guards are already investigating the scene, as odd as the robbery may be.
(06-28-2016, 11:16 PM)achroma Wrote: *a clay pidgeon nosily taps the widow frame, occasionally trying to peer though the blinds*
Umbra reluctantly wakes up. "Mrrgh..." He sleepily checks his alarm clock.
10:00 a.m.
He slowly and sleepily starts getting dressed. Afterwards, he lifts one shutter in his window blinds to see what's tapping the window.
"...What the..."
*in the hospital aboard the station there's about a dozen avali crew from the Cursor, all with visible signs of acute radiation poisoning. The military grade chems in their system ward off death, but by the looks of them they have met a worse fate, the engineering crew is simply so horrifingly disfigured by the mass cell death irradiation causes their appearance alone can induce severe nausea, not to mention the smell of rot. Against all odds they're joking with one another, even the albino captian of short stature, who has the least deterioration but consistently coughs blood joins in*
A(satirical): Ey cap'n, ya tink command gonna get us new faces after all dis?
CAP(fake seriousness): Doubtful, they will more likely assign everyone to cleaning duty. You'll know the floor is clean when you cover it in vomit from seeing your reflection a bit too well!
*laughter from most of the crew who are still conscious*