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There was a hiss as the entry lock sealed and pressurized. Second later, a groan echoed through the hull, a faint sound like an electromagnetic drive engaging, and all the floating objects would crash to the deck, several frozen insectoid creatures smashing to iced chunks on impact.
The door at the interior end of the hall would thump and iris open, revealing dim orange lights as a small swarm of more insectoid creatures scurried in, chittering while they moved around in the entry lock.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Mar 21, 2021 21:32:46 GMT
Eliza perked an eyebrow as she briefly glanced at the frozen creatures before her attention was called away to the chittering noise of a swarm of unpleasantly large insects, though being still within the size one might expect and clad in shielded power armor, the Witch merely crinkled her nose. She had no fear of bugs, but she was not overly fond of such creatures. Still, it was strange to find so many of a spaceborne vessel. Escaped specimens, perhaps? she thought to herself. "Fuckin' weird..Oi Seeker, if ye want some specimens ta study later, looks like this lot has a bug problem. Donna think I've seen anythin' quite like this, though." It was idle chatter at this point, her earlier anxiety settling as she saw the only sign of life being something so small, and finding little else to hold her attention, she made her way further into the interior. So far, there was no sign of whatever the large creature they'd heard before, and Veska's silence was hopefully good news.
His eyes staring unblinkingly at the door ahead, he would shake his head in mild disappointment at the former crew's inability to properly sanitize and contain their workspace and specimens. It would be horrifyingly embarrassing for any imperial to have failed so utterly. With blade in one hand and the other held up and out as capacitors whine to full charge, he'd simply begin walking forward so as to grab and electrocute a possible sample; these bugs were too small to be much threat to an imperial automaton, unless of course their jaws defied logic, in which case his chances would be slim regardless of what he did.
"There will hopefully be more impressive specimens ahead, or maybe mostly intact members of the late crew, either way this operation is looking to be fairly tedious. This one didn't sign up to be a mere bugs exterminator, even if these bugs are the size of cats,"
The interior of the Kromus frigate would echo the footsteps of metal against the deck plates. So far, the pair had found bodies, but no live crew. More of the house-cat sized insectoid had been seen about the ship, but they avoided the armored woman and her revenant companion.
Many of the system consoles were still active even in the minimal power state of the ship. Data junction ports were undamaged, allowing for any interface connections the two might use for information retrieval.
If they didn't mind moving a few Kromus corpses from where they lay sprawled on the consoles.
Pulling out his personal translation computer, Seeker would slink over to one of the aforementioned consoles with intact data-ports. Shoving a kromus corpse out of the way was little challenge for the automaton, as he pulled the extendable cord out and plugged it in. Tapping on the small device's controls with intent to find anything relating to the ship's mission/purpose, he hoped that the data storage hardware was as intact as the connection ports. "This one is attempting to retrieve operational data, it is unfamiliar with hacking xenos computing systems though, and so it shall take some time to get through even rudimentary firewalls. Any assistance that could be provided would be appreciated, and if you know more than it it shall gladly relinquish the device."
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Apr 6, 2021 18:17:29 GMT
Eliza put the knowledge of what she'd seen on her mana scanner to the back of her mind as she focused upon the matter at hand. Hopefully, whatever those were wouldn't be an issue, anyway.
"Here, let me have a look, aye? I've pulled data off Kromus systems before, and been studyin' their language lately," she said as she stepped in to take a closer look at the console. A few command prompts later, and the Witch had her translator program running, hoping to discern just what was going on. "Ye ever done a raw data draw? Good fer gettin' a lot of information, but ye have ta sift through later. Last time I did it, I left th' siftin' ta Confed, mind," she confessed. "Right..let's see what we've got.." she muttered under her breath as she moved to take the offered place in front of the console.
Claw-like glyphs scrolled across the screen as the pair would initiate a full data pull from the frigate computers. There was little sound beyond the woman's own breathing as they waited. After several long minutes, translations began scrolling across Eliza's HUD, followed by quick images from video datafiles. The translations were crude and incomplete at best, but enough was gleaned to determine some kind of research project had been conducted on the ship, dealing with cybernetics, neuro implants and motor function control, weaponized prostheses augmentation, and something found in the massive crater on the surface.
The data files had barely finished their copy when the ship suddenly rumbled, and for a moment, the artificial gravity fields would fail. A scurry of the same type of insectoid vermin from the entry locks would scatter out from one of the vents in the ceiling as gravity came back online, but the computer terminal suddenly was dead.
And then something from deep inside the frigate would roar.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Apr 8, 2021 15:26:07 GMT
Eliza frowned briefly, then glanced further down the corridor. That didn't sound good. A moment later, Veska confirmed the suspicion.
"Eliza, remember that large life sign? It's on the move, looks like it might be heading for the reactors," the gynoid warned. "Additional scans indicate high radiation from whatever it is, so you probably don't want to be anywhere near it."
"Oh, well that's fun," Eliza remarked dryly as she began transmitting the files from her armor's data storage to the Dancing Goddess. "I've got intel. Make two copies, standard GalFed encryption fer one, send ta Holden, th' other, Gaelic encryption. Send that ta DAW. Looks like they've been busy bees out here. Some sort of exotic material impact site they're usin' fer supersoldier R&D, looks like. Na had time ta really sort through all of it jist yet," she continued before switching to external speakers once more.
"Seeker, we've got company on th' way, big, and radioactive enough ta warrant a warnin' about it fram Veska. High value intel acquired, but more data likely on th' surface. I recommend withdrawal and scuttlin' th' frigate," she stated. "Wee beastie is apparently makin' fer th' reactors, and if this thing works like I've got th' worst suspicion it does, we donna want ta be on this wreck when it gets there."
"This one desires a full copy of the translated data as well, it needs only read through it once, no trace needs exist."
Such things as "supersoldier projects" were of interest to those back home, both for counter research and possible reverse engineering, and these kromus had proven themselves to be a highly aggressive organization and thus a threat even if no attacks had yet been made on imperial space. The raw data on his computer unit would be quite useful as well, but deletion would likely be best after reading through the files. The roaring beast was of some concern, combat with such a creature was not advisable with the current equipment available, it was best done with mines and demolition charges laid as traps and/or nerve gas/incendiaries.
"It shall recommend inspecting the wreckage after scuttling to see if the specimen is recoverable, even a deceased and vacuum-exposed entity would be of interest."
A rumble as the lights flickered again, then a rattle as the entire deck would shake. There was another rumble this time far more violent as power suddenly would cut out, and the gravity fields collapsed. Anything not magnetized or fastened to the deck would slowly drift into the air while a faint sensation of "pull" was discernible.
Another roar, much closer now, as the fleeing swarms of vermin suddenly stopped emerging from the vents. Emergency lights kicked in to illuminate as best they could, but the shaking and sounds of metal being smashed on would increase.
It was quiet, then. Until the roar, and a dulled sound of what could almost be described as an energy cannon spooling up power.
As he tore through his own space station and began approaching the Space Station, flesh painfully having regenerated over his metallic replacement and having added onto his remaining flesh like a widespread tumorous growth, the corrupted AI would immediately alert him of the station's pending self-destruction- And of a creature rampaging through it. The latter he was aware of, of course. He let it out after all. He would quickly halt his descent within the bare minimum of it's atmosphere using the jetpack equipped to his spine.
Someone had messed with the vital functions for things he knew not, and now they ruined his plan of salvaging it while it was still intact. Needless to say he was angry. Sure, the creature would have done damage itself, but only due to his expectancy of them screwing up somehow and drawing it's attention.
And yet..
The Beast grinned.
Immediately the plan was discarded, as he figured he could just tear the information out of their COLD. DEAD. HUSKS.
His thruster system activated as his wings outstretched and rose, before moving back to the Station with eyes ready to kill-- His tumorous growths prepared for departure, ready to extend his will against his enemies. He saw a ship around the entrance, his throat beginning to burn even the empty space around him, lighting like a miniature star, before firing a simple fireball at it. These fools would learn of the coming doom approaching, they would fear--
The Cunning God of Death
CRASH!
Grasping at the wall he let out a mighty, unforgettable roar as gravity soon lost it's ability to hold things to the floor, yet still his talons held tightly onto the floor, his tumorous growths all moving into the palm of his left hand, as he used his AI to detect their location, planning to give them a quadruple present~! His eyes glowed brightly, the parasites near him running in terror as his fangs, still tainted with blood, glistened in the emergency lights. Raising his wings he tore through the walls as he flew inside, using his AI to attain some sort of location on them. He need not say such of course, as, well, it is no longer attached to him.. It is apart of him.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Apr 9, 2021 20:54:56 GMT
Veska frowned as another blip came up on the ship's sensors, followed immediately by an impact warning moments before plasma splashed across the transport's shields. The gynoid's frowning turned to open swearing when she turned her attention to sort out just what had attacked, or even gotten so close without alerting her to its proximity. She was certain that, were she human, she'd know then what the expression of one's blood running cold meant.
"Eliza, additional hostile inbound," she announced as her hands danced across the console, encrypting the copies she'd received to transmit, along with the sensor data of the entity. Everyone needed to be warned of the danger, especially if her suspicions were correct.
"Brilliant!" Eliza exclaimed as she signaled to Seeker to follow her. This mission had gone far too hot far too fast, and she was more than ready to evacuate the frigate. "What sort of threat?" she queried. A moment later, an image appeared in the corner of her HUD. "Oh, sweet Sheba's tits, can I na have one fuckin' mission turn ta utter shite?!" the Witch snarled as she pushed herself harder. "Seeker, if ye donna want ta be scrap, full retreat!" she called after switching to external comms again, then toggled back to Veska. "Veska, start bombardment, follow their entry point. If Alex has half a brain in her heid, she's bugged out."
"Understood. Let me know if I get too close, and try not to die," Veska replied with a calm she honestly didn't feel, then began to fire the Dancing Goddess's pulse lasers in a steady pattern, burning away layers of alloy bit by bit. Hopefully, her allies within would be able to escape before the reptilian horror caught up.
"If you have not already done so, this one recommends switching over to a closed air-system, releasing chemical irritants and particulate obscurant."
Time seemed to slow down to Seeker's optics as he cranked his personal time resolution to the maximum for a few moments, running over the past few minutes' records several times before reaching for his pepper and smoke grenades. An almost negligent toss would set the grenades spinning through the air, beginning to spin and spiral out as they were pushed by the spraying gases. A HUD would come over the clouds, presenting wireframes of last known terrain and objects. It was time to run.
The crackling whine of charging capacitors could be heard as the scout prepared another contingency.
With the AI having fulfilled it's one duty he could ever need it for, even he, however, could not make his Cheshire smile any larger than it already was. He rushed through the walls, tearing through them as if he was a blade through tissue paper, knowing not just by the AI's information, but also by scent, he was nearing his target and soon they would be his foo--
However such would be delayed, as a maelstrom of pulse lasers clashed against flesh and metal, burning and searing the flesh, and superheating the metal.. Both, exponentially painful. For any normal creature, they would attempt to get into cover, fire back, die, or just plain pass out.. Yet Ridley was not normal. Rather, adrenaline poured into his abnormal, unnatural systems, overflowing almost! His speed grew as did his strength, bloodlust, pain and instinct were all that remained within. The AI acted upon the latter, turning on the weapon systems of the Frigate, every, single mass driver cannon, every ballistic silo, and every pulse laser cannon aimed at the Goddess.. And then began delivering an unjust rain of fire onto it's location.
He neared their location further, he could smell the gas they placed, a pathetic attempt, made by pathetic creatures as though it brought more pain, it simply fueled the forest's blaze. He charged through the hall, his footsteps echoing horribly against the floor as he let out a roar, his throat heating up, and seared flesh falling off to the ground.
"Initiate lockdown, I don't want my prey having too easy an escape, after all."
INITIATING LOCKDOWN PROCEDURES
As the AI initiated such, all doors locked down, closed shut... The ones behind them closing, beginning to catch up to them slowly, yet surely.. Of course, this meant the doors in front of him closed as well.. But when you're an abomination of biological life with strength that could tear through a frigate's walls with ease, a simple door was pre-born infants play.
Even as the lockdown of the frigate would initiate, external weapons attempting to gain a lock on the drifting transport...everything would suddenly halt. Back up reactors would maintain what systems they could, restoring an absolute minimum of artificial gravity, but nothing could halt the blistering force of a radiating green stream of energy as it tore through hull and bulkheads, melting decks and walls between its source and where the beam sputtered out of energy.
And the roar would echo through the ship once again, this time closing in on the lab deck. Something massive slammed at the still cooling hole in the deck, bending the plate flooring while a mandibled face of some kind emerged to be visible. The creature roared, slamming against the deck plates again from below, and then pushing violently through.
Claw tipped legs settled for a moment against the deck, pulling the creature through, forcefully, the gaping bent open hole. The creature was massive, registering over twenty one meters long once its full bulk could be scanned by either mercenary. It looked like an enormous version of the vermin that had been seen elsewhere in the frigate, yet vastly warped and mutated.
It growled, settling itself on its thick legs and the claw tips the creature's limbs ended in. It snorted, shook its head at the much smaller bipedal things before it, then suddenly pulled its head back as the same spooling sound from before would emanate from within it, and a sickly green glow began to fill its mandible framed maw.