History/Escape from the....Giant Squiggly Thing?

Who: Jo and the skutter
When: Most probably while everyone is arguing in the meeting room.
Where: A very uninteresting lift.
Following the skutter into a lift, Jo jammed her thumb against the button it was making jabbing motions at. The manufacturers had had the presence of mind to provide seats. She sat. She realised that they were very uncomfortable seats. She adjusted her sitting position, trying to look vaguely military and in control in case, on the off chance however unlikely, someone walked in.
The skutter was currently doing the equivalent of a puppy chasing its tail, apparently out of boredom. She rested her head against the wall and attempted to compose her thoughts.
************ Cue annoying flashback music***************
Back on the Quasar 4.
Joanne’s eyes blinked open, and she suddenly wished that she hadn’t regained consciousness. The drive room was moving in a way that it was definitely not supposed to move. Images of destroyed consoles, twisted metal and shadowy figures swam before her eyes, all swathed in a thick acrid smoke. She squeezed her eyes shut and just as quickly opened them again at the sensation of blind dizziness. She attempted to focus on the scene directly in front of her, to stop her spinning head. Unfortunately, what became clearer under her scrutiny was the limp figure of Flight Engineer David Nikolche Second Class, limply suspended like a marionette, entwined in a tangle of electric cables and dismembered circuitry that hung down from the ceiling, eyes glassy, limbs grossly disjointed. One of the unlucky ones who hadn’t made it to his seat in time, she sighed.
Something dripped onto her face; she reached up to touch it. Blood trickled down her fingers from a gash on her forehead. Probably from a collision with an airborne computer console.
“Is everyone OK?” She punched the buttons on the console in front of her. The Quasar 4 was still in one piece, relatively. Atmosphere generator online, crash shields holding, medical unit still intact, although most of their supplies had been vomited out into space when the ship was opened up like a sardine can.
The ship’s intercom warbled a message from the science department, “Captain…*unintelligible*…what th…*censored*…appened?…*buzz*…ead….*fizz pop squeak*….a mess….here”
“Looks like we should start getting everyone down to the medical unit then,” said Brett, unlocking his harness.
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Jo groaned as the memory wormed its way back into her mind. Five fatalities: 3 officers, two scientists. Fortunately, most of the crew had sustained only various cuts and bruises and a couple of minor fractures, thanks in part to being strapped in. But that didn’t help everybody. Nimitz was found speared to his chair by a structural beam that had been driven through the wall by the crash.
She had been outside in the thin atmosphere with a team of four others, inspecting the total damage to the ship when the message came through, relayed to her from the Comm Officer.
The message had, as she had just found out, come from Holly, and it had politely requested that if everyone would kindly hop inside the remains of their ship without delay, they would be tractored aboard as immediately as was possible. As a footnote, the computer had apologised for it their rescue being so hurried but that it had to be that way due to the fact that some rather large and mean looking craft were currently pursuing them.
“I probably should have rejected the offer,” she sighed to noone in particular. The skutter stopped its spinning and cocked its claw at her like a quizzical dog. What she really wanted was a nice long sleep, and maybe some waffles with maple syrup. Jo realised that she had been sitting in the lift for an hour. Her left buttock had gone numb. She was sitting there trying to decide whether she had the energy to move when, unexpectedly, a bell chimed and the doors opened to let ankle deep water flood the lift. The skutter was washed out with the ‘tide’.
Jo had ended up on the Promenade. Peering out she saw a young woman slumped unconscious awkwardly over a railing. Jo began to wade towards her when a sudden splashing caught her attention. For a few seconds her eyes refused to register what they were seeing, then the picture suddenly resolved into a rather panicked man sprinting towards her, or rather the open doors and relative safety of the lift. He was being chased by something very big and very blubbery with very pointy teeth.
“Grab the girl!” she yelled at him, frantically waving at the comatose figure. He glanced between both women, and suddenly lurched to one side to try and hoist the girl onto his shoulder while his legs tried to keep running. Jo dashed out to help, and together they half carried half dragged her into the elevator. The doors closed just in time, the giant squiggly thing leaving an alien shaped dent in them with a metallic thud.
(OOC - where to, morbid?)
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