Two Halves

Who: The Crewmembers Outside the Ship
Where: Read above
When: When they're outside
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<<SNIP>>
> We cant surender, think about it they invade our ship
> and we fall back,
> they take control and we fall back, they kill our mates
> and we fall back,
> they try to kill us and we fall back,
>
> The Line Must Be Drawn Here!!!!!
>
> This Far No Further...
<<END SNIP>>
*Rustle,* concurred the Tree, although what with the static across
the radio it was barely audible...but since only medical personnel
could have understood it anyway, it wasn't much of a loss. Jabbing a
branch, it indicated the entrance to the nearest shuttlebay up ahead
(and nearly punctured its own suit in the progress - it had had
enough trouble cramming itself into a bizarre combination of two
spacesuits melded together with airtight sap).
It aided Dante in prodding the reluctant Seymour ahead, since with
the high-security alert that was now sweeping the ship it was
unlikely that anybody but an ex-captain (or current captain) could
open the bay door. In fact, it was pretty unlikely ANYBODY could
open the bay door, but it was amusing to watch Seymour cower.
Part of the Tree was slightly surprised that it could even
comprehend the concept of "amusing"...but then, it had been amongst
the crew for over a year now. There were plenty of "amusing" moments
to learn from.
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Meanwhile, On The Upper Promenade
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The sounds of explosions and gunshots from the lower level rang out
as the remainder of the crew who couldn't get to space suits tried
desperately to hide themselves in various shops, plazas and
restaurants. One luckless man had the misfortune to be trying to
conceal himself in the waste bins from a KFC joint, leaving him
covered in what may have been mayonnaise.
It certainly did nothing to drive away the growling cheetah-clone
that came bounding up to the Upper Level from the stairs, limping
slightly as a bullet wound had gored through one of its legs.
Spotting the crewmember, it let out a primal sound that drove shivers
down the spines of all who heard it, and advanced. The man, frozen
in terror, simply let out a whimper.
*BANG!*
The cheetah-clone let out a screech as blood blossomed on its
chest, rearing up. Two more loud bangs followed in quick succession,
along with more red seeping across the clone's body...before it
collapsed in a crimson pool. The man, shivering, turned.
Out of the shadows, kicking an air vent grille out of his way,
shuffled Keto. His left leg was stiff, held together with a
makeshift split, and one of his arms hung limply by his side. His
other was struggling with a silver pistol, trying to reload it.
Eventually, in aggravation, he grunted and handed it to the figure
behind him. Wildflower took the gun, loaded a few more rounds into
it, and passed it back to the doctor, who gripped it firmly.
"The doctor is in," he said coldly.*
Suddenly there was a loud buzzing, and four wasp clones rose up to
the level of the Upper Promenade, eyes flaring as they focussed on
Keto, Wildflower and the now even more petrified mayonnaise man.
"Out! Out! The doctor is OUT!" yelped Keto, raising his arm and
frantically squeezing off a few shots.
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OOC: Tag whoever in whatever party! ;)
* Yes, I'm aware of how cheesy this line is. Let it slide.