Deep Space - The Daedelus
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				Title: <strong>Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 18:34:48</strong>
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				After the entirety of the solar system had been investigated, human exploration was still not sated.&nbsp; The desire to press on drove the development of a new division of space travel.&nbsp; When technology had been adequately developed, the building of a new ship began.&nbsp; The station orbiting around Pluto was selected as the base of operations.&nbsp; After several years of tests and trial runs, the ship named the Daedelus was finally set to sail onward into the dangers of deep space.<br><br>A crew was selected from some of the brightest and boldest from all of the colonies. The ship itself was made to be self-sustaining, as was the populace on board.&nbsp; It was estimated that the 150 crew members should continue to be able to reproduce normally for roughly two thousand years.&nbsp; It was unknown how long it would take this group to reach a new location suitable for establishment of a colony like the one on Mars, but theoretically if they hadn't found such a place within 800 years of searching they should be able to return.<br><br>In order to limit the exposure to radiation as well as to prolong the lives of the initial explorers, the first stage of the trip was to occur with all aboard in hibernation.&nbsp; The Hyber-pods would keep them in stasis for the first 100 years of their trip, allowing them to pass safely through much of the empty space between galaxies.&nbsp; An additional safety procedure was included that if an issue arose, certain key individuals could be automatically awakened by the specialized system to deal with the problem. If a response was not received within the allotted time, the back-up personnel would be set free, and so on down the line.This thus ensured that no mere mechanical malfunction could decimate the ship's populace.&nbsp; And so prepared, the adventurous group set off to find new worlds for humanity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 18:38:18</strong>
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				At first Bren couldn't understand where she was.&nbsp; The casing around her was cool to the touch, but she herself felt uncomfortably warm.&nbsp; Her head felt heavy, and the dim light seemed almost painful.&nbsp; With a groan she recognized the symptoms of mild hibernation sickness.&nbsp; Just what she as the navigation officer didn't need.&nbsp; No one wanted a dizzy and aching woman to plot courses to unknown planets, and the effects could last anywhere from a few hours to a few days.&nbsp; Massaging her temples for a moment, she turned to look at the display panel.<br><br>Her first glance showed that nothing was wrong with her or her vitals, so she should be fine to at least visually plot the courses for the collection droids, if not actually launch them yet.&nbsp; But there was some piece of information that was not feeling right.&nbsp; She again looked over the display. <br>Sarah Brennen, body age 28<br>5'7, 130 lbs<br>heart rate, brain waves, blood oxygen all normal<br>core body temperature slightly high, but within reason<br>Time passed&nbsp; since launch 35 years, 3 months, 8 days, 12 hours and 7 minutes<br><br>Aw shit, she thought, something's wrong and we haven't even made it half-way.&nbsp; Pushing on the release button and taking a wobbly step out of her chamber, she began to make her way to the nav controls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 02:28:21</strong>
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				1st Lieutenant Niles Ducar began to slowly wake up.&nbsp; The ship had brought essential personnel out of their hybernation, and Ducar had been on the list to wake up in the first batch.&nbsp; He felt groggy and numb, like he just passed out after running a marathon.&nbsp; "Ah, this is what they were warning me about." he stated to no one in particular about his hibernation sickness.&nbsp; The first thing he checked after he sat up was his Hyber pod's readout.<br><br>Niles G. Ducar, body age 25<br>5'8, 148 lbs <br>Heart rate, brain waves, core temperature: all normal<br>Blood oxygen: little low but within reason.<br>Time passed 35 years....<br><br>"What the ...." he said as he paused at the last line.&nbsp; &nbsp;The trip was supposed to last 100 years, not 35.&nbsp; He immediately knew this bode well.&nbsp; Figuring he was awakened for a reason he began doing some stretches to limber up and get his blood pumping.&nbsp; Whatever had caused him to have to wake up, he decided he was going to meet it in top form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvenoff</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 04:14:16</strong>
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				Thick, swirling mist rose from the ground defying the laws of gravity. Its demeanor was that of total conquest as it's griping fingers reached for the stars and pulled them into its fray. All was lost, but then, just as fast as it conquered all, it was gone and blackness crept back into existence for a short period before it surrendered to the ever growing slithers of white light. <br><br>Scott's eyes burned with pain as the fluid slowly ran away from his eyes and down his cheek, thus enabling him to slowly focus upon the misty gray glass of the hibernation chamber. The coldness slowly faded away from his skin as the warming lamps came online and the chamber slowly began to open. <br><br>Sounds of deep breathing disrupted the silence of the small room as Scott took in several refreshing gulps of air. Shaking his head side to side as if trying to free his mind of the cobwebs before allowing his gaze to dart over to the subjects information data screen.&nbsp; <br><br>Nightland, Scott&nbsp; &nbsp;SC 121-001 Gunny Sargent <br>Age 29 Body Core temperature 97 degrees<br>Bio rating +00.2&nbsp; normal avg rating<br>Elapsed time: 35 years..3 months..8 Days ... 12 hours .... 57 minutes<br><br>Head spinning about from the Bio data screen towards the security command center. His gaze fixing upon the flashing indicator lights. Navigation center .... Red Code 3 ...<br><br>Scott slowly stepped from the capsule and nearly pissed over himself as the coldness of the metal plate shot through his body. Jumping from one foot to the other he attempted to keep the length of time that one foot remained on the floor limited.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching his locker he quickly dawned his combat fatigues, placed his light duty equipment belt around his waist and slipped into the warmth of his combat boots. The small sidearm slid into his holster as Scott exited the center and headed for the Navigation control center..<br><br>“Whats going on?” was his first words as he entered into the Nav center...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 22:13:02</strong>
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				At the control panel stood the head navigation officer, looking a bit pale and wobbly, but already getting down to work. &nbsp;Her deep red hair was back in a slightly mussed braid, and her uniform was wrinkled, as was everyone's on the ship. &nbsp;After turning her head slightly to catch a glimpse of Scott, she replied "I'm not sure yet. &nbsp;The computer says we've been knocked off course, but it won't tell me when or by what. &nbsp;So far its only by a few minutes of a degree, but that seems to be increasing over time. &nbsp;I may need to call up an engineer or two to see if it has to do with any of the mechanics."<br><br>"I know they said there would always be a double guard when we had an issue. &nbsp;Did you happen to see anyone else on your way in?" &nbsp;That was another precaution that was put into place by the agency. &nbsp;If ever two people were awakened, at the very least a third would be as well to prevent any direct conflicts, or anything worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 23:19:53</strong>
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				Lt. Ducar felt better after doing his stretches.&nbsp; His hibernation sickness seemed to be leaving him quickly.&nbsp; Long term hibernation could leave one feeling low for days, depending on the sysmptoms, but he felt just as good now as when he went the pod.&nbsp; He quickly dressed and grabbed his equipment and gear.&nbsp; And, just for good show, he slung his favorite carbine over his shoulder and quickly made his way to the intercom.&nbsp; He could have ran up to the bridge, but he didn't know why he was brought out of sleep.&nbsp; His training dictated that he at least try to find out what the situation was before he ran into it.<br><br>"Navigation, this is Lieutenant Ducar, marine detachment.&nbsp; What is your situation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvenoff</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 00:24:58</strong>
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				Scott's emerald obs focused upon the security screen which told him nothing of what was going on. “Damn Crazy company and their regulations.” he spat to himself. They are so worried that if one person knew to much they would become a threat. He shook his head as his multiple attempts to override the security encryption for the engineer's data base failed. <br><br>“No use.” replied Scott as if she asked him a question and was waiting for an answer. He walked over to the personal data station and began entering codes to bring up the top notch engineers name and chamber number. “I have the system checking for the top engineer.” he responded before moving next to her. <br><br>He looked over at her when she asked about another officer being thawed and if he has seen anyone. “Yes, there is suppose to be another officer released, but I didn't see anybody on my way up. I will check the security comp to see if any other chamber was opened beside ours.” he moved over to the system and began to input data. <br><br>Then just before he pushed the activate command the communications went off and an officer Identified himself.. “Yep, there is another officer.” he added to the already known fact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:44:33</strong>
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				Bren heard the com go off, announcing the presence of another conscious crew mate.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Navigation, this is Lieutenant Ducar, marine detachment.&nbsp; What is your situation?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rushing over on noodley legs, she mashed the link's button and replied. "Roger, Lieutenant, I read you.&nbsp; We seem to be off course for some reason.&nbsp; I just came to, so I haven't had a chance to check the systems yet.&nbsp; Gunny Sargent Nightland is already here.&nbsp; Why don't you come and join the party while I work this out."<br><br>With that, she returned to the computer.&nbsp; After several minutes of furious typing she straightened. "I can't see anything wrong in the set up.&nbsp; I've redirected us, but if there is a problem, we'll be out of wack again in only a couple hours.&nbsp; I suggest we stay up til then, just to make sure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 05:05:04</strong>
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				<em>"Roger, Lieutenant, I read you.&nbsp; We seem to be off course for some reason.&nbsp; I just came to, so I haven't had a chance to check the systems yet.&nbsp; Gunny Sargent Nightland is already here.&nbsp; Why don't you come and join the party while I work this out."</em><br><br>"Alright, I'm on my way."&nbsp; He quickly switched off the link and started for the bridge, comforted knowing that he was not alone on the ship.&nbsp; The thought of being trapped on a ship, without the navigation or piloting skills to do anything useful, was a bit unnerving.&nbsp; Hopefully, this was just a glitch that would be easy to fix.&nbsp; Otherwise, it was going to be a long trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 23:43:52</strong>
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				"Bob Smith" had not been under in the same way the humans had been.&nbsp; The humans, he was sure, would consider him a stowaway and a spy, but so far these humans had not encountered other space faring species. Bob Smith was not his real name his - well really its -as Bob's real name would require you to have three sets of vocal chords and understand color changes in the a range higher than human visible light.&nbsp; It is a member of the Hentai species from a planet close to the galactic core.&nbsp; <br><br>The hentai were shape shifters, and, as such, were sent in as anthropologists and zoologists when the galactic confederation determined that a planet had a species able to begin inter-stellar flight within a century.&nbsp; The zoologists had determined that humanity's microbes were not any threat to known species.&nbsp; Humanity, however, might go either way.&nbsp; Bob had been assigned to study human space exploration in earth year 1969, after the intial moon landings.&nbsp; He had worked for various space agencies in various guises since.&nbsp; This was, in the estimation of the confederation, the most important mission in earth exploration history.&nbsp; So long as humanity stayed in their own system, no one in the confederation much cared.&nbsp; However, once they left, it became a matter of intergalactic diplomacy.&nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully humanity had not discovered wormhole technology, which allowed Bob to visit his home world and report in real time. <br><br>Bob's implants had allowed him to fool the health monitors.&nbsp; He had left them in his hibernation cube and gone into his more natural gelatinous state to wonder the ship and learn every system.&nbsp; <br><br>Bob's feeding was off.&nbsp; He did not want to feed via his normal, amoeba like, absorption, as that would deplete the ships supplies.&nbsp; More important, ha had not fed from emotional energy for the entire time the crew had been in stasis.&nbsp; He had stored some residual supplies in the engineer section, but the same old thing all the time was getting dull.<br><br>He was grateful when the confederation ordered him to shift the ship's course to a confederation world.&nbsp; The crew would be awakened and become excited.&nbsp; It was the difference between fresh food and the freeze dried awful stuff from the early days of orbital space flight.&nbsp; <br><br>Bob's job was a support technician, working in plumbing, tubing and fuel flows.&nbsp; This allowed him the run of the ship with no security issues and ensured he would be "awakened" for any problem.&nbsp; <br><br>Bob had taken his human form - completely non-discript.&nbsp; He was average height, 5' 10" and average weight, 200 pounds.&nbsp; He had average brown hair and brown eyes and average looks with no facial hair.&nbsp; <br><br>He was wearing his jump suit and a tool belt and began to walk toward his station, running into Lt. Ducar.&nbsp; The Lieutenant was outwardly calm, but radiating the nerves anyone would in an unknown situation.&nbsp; He fell into step with the Lieutenant, absorbing some of his emotional energy.&nbsp; Not too tasty, from a hentai perspective, but at least it was something new.<br><br>"Hello Lieutenant.&nbsp; Any idea what the problem would be?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 06:10:31</strong>
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				Ducar had the feeling he was being watched, even though nothing seemed out of place.&nbsp; The kind of sense that raises the hairs on your neck.&nbsp; Just as he was going to turn around he heard someone speak.<br><br><em>"Hello Lieutenant.&nbsp; Any idea what the problem would be?"</em><br><br>"Wha.." he said as he spun.&nbsp; All he saw was a nondescript looking person, engineer by his uniform.&nbsp; "No, I have no idea Engineer... Smith.&nbsp; It seems something's amiss since we're up early.&nbsp; I didn't know anyone else was revived until I heard from the bridge.&nbsp; I was on my way there.&nbsp; You'd probably want to come too, see what's up." he offered as he turned to head to the bridge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 18:55:52</strong>
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				As the two men reach the door to navigation and open it, they can already hear the voice of a woman cursing.&nbsp; It seems Bren is having a bit of a hard time with the system.&nbsp; Within mere minutes of recalibrating the system they are already off course again, and she can't figure out why.<br><br>"Shit! What the hell is wrong?&nbsp; If it was an error with the program it should have taken a lot longer than that to show up again.&nbsp; There's something actively driving us off course.&nbsp; Hey Nightland, do you know if we have an engineer that'll be waking up soon, or do I need to put in a personal invite to someone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 00:27:33</strong>
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				Smith fell into step with the Ducar, feeding offf his nervousness.&nbsp; It was like the bread plate for a human meal.&nbsp; Not very tasty, but filling when you are hungry.<br><br>He heard the cursing and felt the wave of emotion coming from navigation.&nbsp; "MMMM spicy emotions.&nbsp; She is frustrated."&nbsp; He thought.<br><br>"I am Engineers Mate Smith Ma'amm, however, my specialty is plumbing and life support, not the nav systems.&nbsp; Is it possible one of the engines failed?&nbsp; I can have a look at the fuel system plumbing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 01:03:06</strong>
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				"It could be that.... heck it could be any number of things.&nbsp; But I guess the only way to figure out what it really is is to eliminate the stuff it can't be.&nbsp; Right now I know it can't be anything with the course itself.&nbsp; Beyond that, I guess you're our next star.&nbsp; If its not with that though, we may have to wake up someone else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 18:54:46</strong>
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				"Have you run a diagnostic on the system?&nbsp; That could turn up something.&nbsp; I mean, the computer only flagged us to wake up due to being off course.&nbsp; Doesn't that mean there's nothing too far off from what it should be?"&nbsp; Ducar was trying to be helpful but he was really out of his element.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 04:58:53</strong>
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				Smith knew what the issue was, but played along.&nbsp; He had shifted some of the mechanics of the thrusters and altered some of the navigation code.&nbsp; He could not beat the alarm system, but he could keep the humans from discovering the issue before the confederation was in range.&nbsp; If they did figure it out, he would send a signal that would trigger a wormhole, and the confederation would make first contact.<br><br>Bob made a show of checking the engineering station.&nbsp; "There is nothing wrong on any of the thrust or drive systems." he announced.&nbsp; "Is it the software?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 17:55:29</strong>
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				(Please disregard what Older said in the previous post about sabotage.&nbsp; The story is progressing in a different direction than that.)<br><br>Suddenly the computer beeped and a new message appeared on the screen.<br><br><em>Error 26983.&nbsp; Unknown mass attached to exterior hull.&nbsp; Area 91-B.&nbsp; Immediate removal required.</em><br><br>"Well thank God.&nbsp; The computer finally figured out what's wrong.&nbsp; We must have hit some asteroid or something and it got wedged in the hull plates.&nbsp; Extra weight like that could definitely throw off the course. Must be a big one though, to make things happen that fast..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 19:14:56</strong>
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				His eyes open as the effects of cryosleep wore off. For a moment he was confused then things registered and memories surfaced. His orders were to observe the crew and report back to command. He looked over at the readot next to his tube as it scanns though him<br><br>Name: Thomas Cross<br>Age: 20<br>Rank: Lieutenant<br>Physical Statistics: Blood O+, BP Normal, Heartrate Normal, Tempurature Normal, Brain Activity.......Abnormal<br><br>He inputs a code and watches as the Abnormal reading turns to "Normal"&nbsp; He then checks the time. Roughly 35 years have passed since he went in. He frowns. Something was wrong. Quickly he slides on his black and grey Psi-Ops Uniform along with his pistol and heads to navigation. <strong>"Whats the situation?" </strong> He asks when he arrives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 05:10:09</strong>
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				When Cross arrives he finds the others staring at the computer screen.&nbsp; When he speaks, Bren whips around, startled.<br><br>"Wait, who are you?&nbsp; What's your specialty?"&nbsp; She pauses for a moment, waiting for a reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:36:37</strong>
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				"He's Psi-Ops.&nbsp; You can tell by the uniform."&nbsp; Ducar felt a ball of ice form in his stomach.&nbsp; He had no idea that Psi-Ops would be involved.&nbsp; Not that there was anything overtly wrong with the situation, but rumors and whispered conversations told that they were not people to be trifled with.&nbsp; "We're currently off course."&nbsp; Then to Bren "If you want, I can revive the rest of my squad and have them check section 91-B over.&nbsp; An asteriod should be simple enough to remove."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 18:28:38</strong>
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				Cross just nods at the man's words. "He is correct Ma'am. My specialties are classified, however I can asure you I am useful." He steps off to the side where he is out of the way and checks the monitor for himself. "Hmm interesting situation. I should like to acompany the marines when they go to check. I may be able to give them an advanced view of any possible hostiles."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:17:39</strong>
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				Bren nods at Ducar's assessment of the situation, but then pauses at his suggestion.<br><br>"I think we should be alright for now.&nbsp; Let's just go see if we can all figure this out on our own.&nbsp; Then, if we need more help, we can wake up your crew.&nbsp; It's just that every time someone gets awoken, they run the risk of serious complications.&nbsp; I'd like to avoid that if possible."<br><br>When Cross mentions hostiles, she gives him a dubious look.&nbsp; "You really think there's gonna be life forms out there?&nbsp; The thing is small enough it isn't even showing on the radar. There's no electrical signal, and the heat sensors aren't showing anything at all.&nbsp; I think its a hunk of rock.... but I guess its better to be safe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:29:28</strong>
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				"It is indeed better to be safe." Cross says tapping controls into his writs device. It was a Psi Operative's multitool. It could envelope him in a forceshield that kept in the atmosphere so he didn't need a space suit. The device also amplified is ability and even had a built in computer and scanner. He pulls up a map and leaves navigation headed for the area the object impacted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 04:46:16</strong>
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				Glancing down at the map, Bren points to a section of the hull.&nbsp; "This is the nearest hatch to where the mass is.&nbsp; We need to go down to E deck, and then through the mechanical room to get there.&nbsp; Then we need to decide if we're all heading out to examine it together, or just one of us is going.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure there's a suit locker nearby there, but suiting up itself will take some time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:20:36</strong>
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				( I was kinda hoping other people would help push the story along, but I can keep us moving I guess.)<br><br>Bren heads out from the nav center and goes to the nearest elevator.&nbsp; She holds the door for anyone else that's coming, then presses the button for E deck.&nbsp; A few moments later there's a 'ping' and the doors open, showing the maintenance area.&nbsp; Checking on the map on her com once more, she heads to the right, passes a few doors, and then stops in front of the mechanical room.&nbsp; With a nod at the others, she swipes her card and the door opens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:33:52</strong>
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				On "E Deck," a hollow whistling haunts the hall - a space of briny mist and clinging darkness.&nbsp; Something has failed in the climate control, surely.&nbsp; Mist stalks the hall on long, spider-like legs.<br><br>The hallway is a gaping steel throat, with eight cargo bays on either side.&nbsp; The third on the left is parted slightly open, its sliding doors seemingly dislodged from their runners to expose a dark, narrow gap between them.&nbsp; <br><br>A phosphorescent green panel by the elevator shows that all cargo bays are sealed from the vacuum.&nbsp; Whatever the mysterious mass is, it must not have punctured the hull of the Daedalus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 03:48:20</strong>
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				Cross slowly walks down the hallway headinf to the open doors. He pulls his pistol and activates his force suit for now as he peaks into the open bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 04:41:01</strong>
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				She lay there dreaming of Earth and the joys she had always enjoyed, surfing, playing on the beach and wind whipping her hair.&nbsp; Suddenly she snapped out of the happy thoughts to waking up with from hibernation. Weakness took over her whole body. She felt so cold in the metal chamber.&nbsp; <br><br>As the top popped open, she at least was starting to feel warmer.&nbsp; She took a deep breath to try and get as much oxygen into her body.&nbsp; She slowly glanced around looking to see what was going on and the situation of the ship. <br><br>Steele, Kathryn&nbsp; (Kat) Sergeant&nbsp; &nbsp;SC 124-044 Medic <br>Age 19 Body Core temperature 97.6 degrees<br>Bio rating +00.1&nbsp; normal average rating<br>Elapsed time: 35 years..3 months..8 Days ... 13 hours .... 22 minutes<br><br>She slowly sat up in the chamber and swung her legs out so she could stand. She looked over at the locker where her clothing and gear was.&nbsp; Would her legs support her body as she attempted to maneuver over to the locker. She took a deep breath and stood up on her shaky legs as she slowly walked over to the locker. Opening it, she pulled out her fatigues and slipped them on along with her boots. She pulled out her belt with her pistol on it.&nbsp; She then pulled out her aid bag, so she had it if she needed it. <br><br>She sighs, wishing she had more strength.&nbsp; She wonders if she should give herself a shot to hyp herself up. “Hello, who is up and what our situation?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:51:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=25953.msg1620870#msg1620870">Quote from: Paladin on 15-02-2009, 03:48:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cross slowly walks down the hallway headinf to the open doors. He pulls his pistol and activates his force suit for now as he peaks into the open bay.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Staring into the open bay, Cross finds that the lights are dying within.&nbsp; There is a faint, amber glow from the panels on the roof - enough to reveal that the cargo has been disturbed.&nbsp; The hexagonal crates are knocked about as by explosive force.<br><br>Across the room, the air lock doors stand open, the darkness within them complete - save for one quality: A faint wet sheen, like biological matter, smeared around their rims.&nbsp; <br><br>A shape rests on the floor there - what appears to be an empty, leathery sack about a meter long.&nbsp; It is surrounded by splashes of yellowish fluid.&nbsp; The impression is immediate:&nbsp; It is a cocoon.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:50:28</strong>
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				Cross flicks on the pistols bui;t in light and extends his Telepathic sense into the room to detect any life forms within as he cautiousely takes a step inside pistol aimed infront of him and ready for any attack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:59:35</strong>
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				Ducar readies his carbine after seeing the psi-ops lieutenant draw his weapon.&nbsp; He feels a unplaceable sense of dread as he walks with the group.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he sees the cocoon.<br><br>"Oh, that can't be good." he whispers to himself.&nbsp; He then steps to the side to keep his line of sight to the thing on the floor clear and guard the group's side.&nbsp; As he's doing this he hear's a beep and a voice in his headset, an article he didn't even remember putting on.<br><br><em>“Hello, who is up and what our situation?” </em><br><br>"Copy.&nbsp; This is Lieutenant Ducar.&nbsp; Situation uknown.&nbsp; And you are?" he whispers into the headset.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 23:08:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bren also peers into the room after the lieutenant.&nbsp; She sees the lock doors open and the slimy substance first.&nbsp; None of this makes sense... how could a hunk of rock break in through the hull, but avoid damaging any of the plating sensors?&nbsp; It almost seems like something would have had to have planned this, and asteroids aren't exactly known to have great strategic skills.<br><br>She doesn't see the coccoon, its presence blocked by the two men in front of her.&nbsp; She does however hear Ducar whisper to himself, then again slightly louder.<br><br><em>"Copy.&nbsp; This is Lieutenant Ducar.&nbsp; Situation unknown.&nbsp; And you are?"</em><br><br>Realizing someone else is awake, she reaches up to activate her mic, then groans slightly.&nbsp; She had left her headset on the table in the nav center.&nbsp; Well, as long as they don't split up, she should still be fine.&nbsp; It'll be an easy matter to grab it again before heading back to her pod.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 23:32:35</strong>
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				As the search team spreads out to taking up guarding positions, all seems quiet in the cavernous cargo bay.<br><br>It is not so quiet in the mind of Cross:<br><br>His telepathy brushes his immediate environs, and floats through the string-instrument consciousness of his companions around him.&nbsp; Then it catches on another intellect.&nbsp; A different kind.&nbsp; It is not conscious thought so much as it is crackling - a psyche inchoate and alien, sounding like stereo feedback to Cross' experience.&nbsp; It is brief and it is close, but it is moving away:&nbsp; Away and up, to the flight deck's hibernation chambers.<br><br>Then his awareness touches on the darkness beyond the open airlock.&nbsp; Inside it, whispers of half-formed thoughts teem like a feast of worms.&nbsp; It is not like one mind in there, but like millions upon millions of fragments of a mind.&nbsp; The whole darkness swarms.<br><br>But for the others, inside the cavernous cargo bay, and in the darkness beyond, silence continues to settle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 02:17:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross Holds up a fist in the universal signal to stop. "Everyone backup slowly. Something's inside that thing. I also sense something heading to the hibernation area. Get men up there now." He says softly, calmly but in a voice that say he means what he says.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 04:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott and Smith both follow his command and ease back to the elevator.&nbsp; They step inside and the doors close before Brennan speaks in a quiet voice.<br><br>"What do you mean something's inside it?&nbsp; What's heading up to the bay?&nbsp; What the hell's going on here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 05:12:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure. Theres something inside whatever hit us, and whatever was in that cocoon is headed for the hibernation bay." Cross replies as he backs up. He's the last out of the bay and he tries to close the doors and lock them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 23:14:32</strong>
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				The elevator rises slowly, the sound of it receding to those on E Deck.<br><br>Ahead of them, the cargo bay seals and locks with a thunk.&nbsp; They are left in the hallway, crushed in the jaws of a terrible quiet.<br><br><strong>Above, behind Kathryn, </strong>another sound is heard:&nbsp; Her ears pick up a heavy, liquid pattering - the sound of something glutinous dropping to splash on the floor.&nbsp; A steamy scent weaves its woolly humidity into her nose.&nbsp; She smells saffron, velvet and leather.&nbsp; They are ripe smells.&nbsp; The smells of something living.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 06:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The silence is broken by Bren again.&nbsp; "So.... yeah. Now we're stuck down here with that thing until they get out of the elevator.&nbsp; Do we have a plan, or are we just gonna twiddle our thumbs?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 20:41:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>""Everyone backup slowly. Something's inside that thing. I also sense something heading to the hibernation area. Get men up there now."</em><br><em><br>"What do you mean something's inside it?&nbsp; What's heading up to the bay?&nbsp; What the hell's going on here?"</em><br><br>"Definitely not good."&nbsp; Ducar mutters while he takes position to guard the rear of the group.&nbsp; He then talks into the mic "Person on this frequency. Warning, unknown alien lifeform heading to the hibernation chambers.&nbsp; What is your position?".&nbsp; He says as calmly as he can muster.&nbsp; "Lietenant Cross, I can't wake the rest of my squad until I get to the hibernation chambers.&nbsp; I don't even know who just commed me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:49:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do the best you can Lieutenant. Thoes sleep tubes are pretty strong so hopefully your men will be safe. Tell whoever commed you to clear out now. Is therwe any other way between floors?" Cross replies saerching for a secondary way up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:57:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bren&nbsp; grimaces at the question.&nbsp; "The only other way I really know is the emergency access hatch that each floor has.&nbsp; The thing is, it's only a ladder, it's dark, it's got direct access to the vents, and there's some sort of creature crawling around doing who knows what.&nbsp; I'd rather just stay here and wait for the elevator myself.&nbsp; At least we can see anything coming at us that way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:44:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that would certainly make things interesting to go that route then." Cross replies walking over to the emergency hatch. "Unfortunatly people need us right now. So unless you can make that elevator go faster then this is our only choice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 02:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes some doing to open the hatch.&nbsp; Self-cleaning metal can only do so much to overcome years of disuse.&nbsp; Cross wrestles with the portal's hinge, balancing on the ladder in the hallway with teetering feet.<br><br>Finally, he wrenches it open.&nbsp; A dim tunnel, wide enough for a single person, gapes above.&nbsp; Its recesses are shaded with suggestion of an awful distance - the five floors up to the top deck, each divided by several meters of circuitry-stuffed steel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 02:45:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross shines his light up the shaft and then attaches it to his wrist comp sliding it intop a receptical on the unit for hands free light. "Well it looks clear. Your the captain though so I'll follow your orders."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 03:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex woke up rather abruptly to see a digital screen before his face. As his senses returned to him slowly, he thought he could hear some kind of slushy sound nearby him, but perhaps he was dreaming. The screen read:<br><br>Alex Dranowitz, body age 27<br>5'8, 135 lbs<br>All biological signals within safe ranges<br>Time passed since launch 35 years, 3 months, 8 days, 13 hours and 2 minutes<br><br>It didn't feel like all his biological signals were within safe ranges. He felt light-headed, nauseous, and weak. It was a lot like the feeling he got when he got up too fast in the morning after not getting enough sleep. But this was no simple morning, he was awake in the future! Excited, he got himself upright and took a few steps.<br><br>"What's that smell?" he thought, and immediately realized that the hibernation chamber was befouled by some kind of sticky goop. He was not one to be grossed out, having worked years with smelly organic matter in labs on Earth, but the nausea after 35 years of hibernation was not made easier by this waking. <br><br>Suddenly he was again aware of the sick, slushy sound. He turned around. The sight before his eyes brought him over the edge. He vomited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 04:02:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat had suddenly felt very light headed and leaned against the lockers.&nbsp; She almost passed out but somehow stayed on her feet. Suddenly started feeling sick, like some foul smell in the room.<br><br>The she saw another hibernation chamber was opening. She walks over to see a man standing up. "Hello.&nbsp; Don't .. " She was going to say as the man started throwing up.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 04:16:46</strong>
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				<strong>On E Deck</strong>, things are almost painfully peaceful.<br><br><strong>Above</strong>, with Alex and Kat in the hibernation chamber, things get very loud, very fast.<br><br>No sooner has Kat spoken, than something - something fast, flexible, heavy and animal - strikes her squarely on her bottom.&nbsp; It feels like an enormous worm - a tendril with flesh like rugged ripples.&nbsp; Feelers on one end of it wrap about her waist in a sticky star pattern, affixing with a terrible wiry strength.&nbsp; Those lean fibers girdle her narrow middle.<br><br>Then the pointed end of the worm begins to punch through the seat of her fatigues.&nbsp; The head of it is tough, the lunges ferocious.&nbsp; In a rapid series of jabs, the tip tears through the fatigues and shoves for her core.<br><br>Alex can see the thing is a worm - a worm a mere three inches wide, but nearly six feet long, thrashing its mottled gray-yellow body with horrifying force.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Copy that Lieutenant." he said as Cross went to the ladder.&nbsp; "Anyone on this channel, clear out of hibernation spaces.&nbsp; We're on our way via emergency hatches."&nbsp; The to Bren "After you ma'am.&nbsp; I'll watch our backs."&nbsp; He hoped the climb would be short.&nbsp; "By the way, I suggest we get the rest of you armed if we're going to repel whatever is invading the ship."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 06:25:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross starts climbing hauling himself up the ladder at breakneck speed his feet barely toucing the rungs as he heads to the hibernation deck. He keeps his senses&nbsp; around him sensing for any attack but he also plays them out looking for the unusual reading he had before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 10:43:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex knew he had to regain himself quickly. He had awoken just in time, otherwise he may have fallen victim to this creature - whatever it was. He had no idea what happened to vessel or the rest of the crew, but right now, right before his eyes, he was witnessing an attractive girl getting attacked and molested. The adrenaline rush forced his weakened body to start moving. His first instinct was to grab the worm with his bare hands and wrestle with it. Quickly realizing that would probably be useless, he desperately scoured the room for a tool. Something sharp... fire... nothing of the sort popped out at him. "Oh!" He darted towards the fire extinguisher on the wall, broke the glass, reached for it...<br><br>"Hold on!" he yelled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 02:54:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Kat sees it, she wants to scream and she tries to pull out her pistol only to have it knocked out of her hand as it wrapped around her. As it wrapped her up, she tried to fight it, pushing at it with her arms. <br><br>"LET GO OF ME!" &nbsp;She screams as she feels it tighten it grip.&nbsp; She continues to fight it, pounding on it with her fists.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she feels it push though her pants, she looks down in horror "NO, STOP! AHHHH" &nbsp;she screams as she feels it enter her. She looks at the face with a shock of horror. What is this thing!<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:39:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>On E Deck</strong>, the crew watches Cross ascend into the chamber.&nbsp; He seems to be making good time.&nbsp; The muffled clank of his footsteps on the ladder is soon chewed up by so much dark space.<br><br><strong>Cross</strong>, confined on all sides by the whispering guts of the Daedelus, is making good time.&nbsp; He knows now why he has to.&nbsp; No sooner has he made it past D Deck, than the frantic minds of Alex and Kat reach him with the blare of their thoughts.&nbsp; He knows the source of their panic.&nbsp; He hears its thoughts too - the distinctive white noise; pops and whistles of a bestial consciousness.<br><br>Above by <strong>the hibernation chambers</strong>, Alex has managed to secure the fire extinguisher.&nbsp; Working its pin loose takes some effort - effort and time he does not have.&nbsp; As he primes the extinguisher, he looks down on the hideous spectacle thrashing before him:<br><br>Kat's waist is encircled by what seem like the feelers on a colossal seaborne worm - fibrous, yellowish bands that wrap her tummy entirely in their grasp.&nbsp; From the back of her body, the long shape of the worm heaves and shivers with a grotesque mania.&nbsp; Its twitches seem to be as useless as they are frantic, until he notices the rift the alien's head has sliced through her trousers.&nbsp; Then he sees a heave of the worm shove its oozing, lubricated length into her flesh.<br><br>Kat knows what it is doing.&nbsp; She knows it all too well.&nbsp; Her panties rip like wet tissue and the wet, hot head of the rugged worm pushes for her anus.&nbsp; Another heave forces the hole more than wide - it makes it gape as several inches of the firm, ridged substance of the alien enters her.&nbsp; Another heave follows soon after, giving her muscles little time to accommodate the invasion - that heave pushes a full foot of it inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>More heaves follow, the long tentacle goring into Kat's bottom with rippling thrusts of its elaborately textured form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 05:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With much cursing, Alex got the extinguisher to work. In two strides he was next to Kat, trying to figure out where to direct the nozzle. Kat's abdomen seemed to be crawling and rippling as the worm churned her intestine. It was nearly six feet long, and from the vicious thrusts it almost seemed like it wanted to fit its entire length inside of Kat's warm body.<br><br>Alex considered trying to pull the worm out of the poor girl before spraying it with the extinguisher, but he reconsidered and just opened a jet of cold, pressurized foam on the rapist worm. He hoped the cold shock would scare the creature into letting go of her. He hadn't calculated it through much farther than that, but what other options did he have?<br><br>"This will be a bit cold," Alex said as he tried to aim at the tendrils gripping Kat's writhing hips. He pressed the nozzle and with a loud hiss the white foam splattered all over Kat's back, in her hair, and on her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 00:20:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"KILL IT! IT HURTS SO MUCH! She screams as the thing tries to push deeper in her ass. She tries to move away from it as she continues to scream, what else can she do? It hurts so much, what the hell is this thing? Where did it come from? <br><br>"I don't care. Stop it, its trying to crawl in me!" It hurts so much, he has to try and stop it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 03:01:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cold does not deter the worm.&nbsp; If anything, it inspires it.&nbsp; The greasy, articulated length renews its heaving with a hysterical vigor.&nbsp; It shoves into Kat with abandon.<br><br>And inside Kat, tubes of her belly stretch and then are filled, as incredible volumes of alien entity push into cavities of her being that she never imagined she would feel.<br><br>Alex sees that nearly half of the thing is inside - the wider half.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 04:52:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh and a grimace, Bren begins to follow Cross up the ladder.&nbsp; She agrees with Ducar that weapons would be a good idea, but right now she doesn't have anything she could be armed with.&nbsp; She'll just stay between the two guys carrying the big guns and hope it'll work out alright.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A chill ran down Alex's back when he saw the worm's reaction to the extinguishing fluid. He had wanted to help, but instead he made the situation worse for Kat. The poor girl's screams were all he could hear, and he got a powerful jolt of adrenaline. In his desperation, he dropped to his knees next to the posterior end of the worm, and brought the pointed end of the fire extinguisher's nozzle down as hard as he could into the worm's gelatinous flesh. The metal part successfully punctured the worm and he pinned it to the floor. Alex hoped that would deter it from shoving itself any deeper inside Kat's body. He wished he had a proper weapon, but there was nothing else in the hibernation chamber to use.<br><br>Alex gritted his teeth with effort trying to hold the worm in place. Suddenly he realized he had a transmitter on his belt! He managed to press the button with his elbow and yelled: "Is anyone alive on this ship? We're being attacked by an unknown species in the hibernation chamber! Please send help if you copy!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:44:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducar began to climb the ladder, mind racing on where he could get enough weapons to arm everyone.&nbsp; Then his headset crackles.<br><br><em>"Is anyone alive on this ship? We're being attacked by an unknown species in the hibernation chamber! Please send help if you copy!"</em><br><br>The person was yelling and near hysterical.&nbsp; It was loud enough to almost cause Ducar to lose his grip.<br><br>"We copy.&nbsp; Help is on its way!&nbsp; What's happening!" into the mic.&nbsp; Then to Cross, "We need to go, now!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 15:39:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat fell to her knees, not being to stand any longer, her pretty face skewed up in pain as she grimices. It was so painful as it moved into her intestines. "PLEASE STOP IT!" Why couldn't he do anything to stop it.&nbsp; Her was stretched so much, she thought she was going to be ripped apart.&nbsp; What was the thing doing, she had to get it out somehow! She presses her hands against her bulging stomach in an attempt to push it back.&nbsp; "SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!" She glances back at her pistol laying on the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 18:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On the ladder, Cross has reached <strong>A Deck</strong>, the hibernation chamber level.&nbsp; Ahead of him, the hatch is ready to pop its hydraulic locks and slide aside.&nbsp; Below, Ducar and Bren were making good progress, only a deck below him.<br><br>Further below, Bren hears<strong> doors on E Deck</strong> slide aside.&nbsp; A cargo bay is opening.<br><br>Just beyond the hatch, in the hibernation chamber area, Alex's struggle with the pinned worm reaches its climax.&nbsp; The worm shivers ferociously, trying to wrench itself free.&nbsp; Glutinous slick drizzles from its shape.&nbsp; It yanks in blurring hysteria.&nbsp; And with a tremendous tug, it tears loose of the pinned segment of its body.<br><br>Inside Kat, the last two feet of the worm ripples up into her body.&nbsp; Her gored anus is licked with terrific waves of the meaty tentacle, as it slides through that tormented hole.&nbsp; In deeper places, she feels the worm has coiled up - laced through her bowels in a warm mass and questing into new chambers that it seems to be painlessly carving out for itself.&nbsp; It is all inside her.&nbsp; All of it.&nbsp; She is stuffed to bulging, her interior buzzing with startled nerves as the hot flesh shifts about and begins to settle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 21:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross vaults onto A deck and rolls through the opening hatch as he pulls his pistol.&nbsp; "Situation report now!" He commands as he sends out a psychic pulse trying to detects the creature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 04:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the door open, Bren glances worriedly down the shaft.&nbsp; It would seem that whatever is inside the mechanical room may have found a way out.... and that would leave the three in the access hatch trapped between two possibly deadly encounters.&nbsp; Above her she sees Cross throw himself through the E Deck door, and she forces herself to keep climbing.&nbsp; Still, it might be good to make sure Ducar heard the sound below them as well.<br><br>"Lieutenant, keep an eye out below us.&nbsp; I think I heard something down there...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiamondSaber</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 04:58:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducar wastes no time.&nbsp; He halts his progress up the ladder, hooks his leg in one of the wrungs, half turns, and aims down the ladder.&nbsp; He is able to keep himself to the ladder using his leg and back muscles.<br><br>"Bren keep going.&nbsp; I'll make sure nothing comes up after us.&nbsp; Find a way to contact me when you get to the hibernation chamber.&nbsp; Come looking if you don't hear from me in ten minutes."&nbsp; he said as he intently watches below him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a nod, the navigator turns and keeps climbing.&nbsp; Then realizing that the soldier facing <em>away from her</em> couldn't see the nod, she replies &nbsp;"Will do Lieutenant.&nbsp; Let us know what happens on your end as well."<br><br>Feeling vulnerable and completely unhelpful, Bren peers out of the open doorway.&nbsp; She does her best to evaluate the situation before clamoring out as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're being attacked by an unknown alien species," Alex tried to speak clearly into the transmitter, although he was totally shaken by what just happened. "It resembles an enormous annelid. It has raped a crew member. I tried to stop it, but it tore itself apart and one part of it is... is now lodged within said crew member."<br><br>Alex finished speaking and kneeled next to Kat. He hoped the worm had not caused any internal bleeding. Now there was no safe way to get it out. Even if he would be lucky enough to reach into Kat's anus and grasp the worm, pulling it out would be impossible without the worm's cooperation. Even if he was strong enough, the worm would tear Kat's intestines coming out, if they had not been torn already. He hoped not.<br><br>"Help is coming," he said reassuringly to Kat and took her hand. "Try not to move, let that thing settle down."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 03:59:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat knelt on the floor holding her bulging stomach biting her lip. She was breathing deeply. "Please stop it. It hurts so much, Why did it go in me?" she mumbles not knowing anything she could do, short of shooting herself. She was not ready to die yet but she might, was thing thing going to take her over or eat her or what?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On the <strong>hibernation deck</strong>, the pods stand in glassy silence.&nbsp; The panels register no disturbance to their systems.&nbsp; Their sleep is immaculate.&nbsp; <br><br>Outside, hysteria still stains the air with its many stinks: Nitrogen from the extinguisher.&nbsp; Earthy reeks from Kat's violated body.&nbsp; And the sour, cloying smell of the alien's lubrication, spattering the chamber around.&nbsp; Bren detects no danger.<br><br>Danger is here all the same.&nbsp; <strong>Cross </strong>senses no minds in the elevator that waits on this floor, its doors still shut.&nbsp; Both the men who went up it are no longer there - at least, their thoughts aren't.<br><br>And inside <strong>Kat</strong>, the danger is still very much alive.&nbsp; The worm caresses the nerves inside the lower chambers of her body - the stuffed tunnel of her ass and the empty flex of her vagina - with its rugged movements.&nbsp; Its severed end pokes questingly about her rectum.&nbsp; In places it carved, low slung in her bulging belly, it writhes, tenting her skin visibly.&nbsp; <br><br>The pain of it is beginning to fade.&nbsp; The sensation of fullness only seems to grow.&nbsp; Movement licks around within her, nuzzling nerves born virginal by the invasion, now flickering with feeling.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				CRoss takes in the situation and kneels next to the hurt Medic. "Relax miss. I'm going to try something." He sends a tight shift of telepathic thought trying to contact the things brain. Maybe he could make it back its way out without harming the woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:17:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inching over to the fallen woman, Bren is more attentive to her surroundings than the other people.&nbsp; Without her headset she hadn't been informed of the present situation.&nbsp; Still expecting whatever it was that attacked to jump out from a corner, she keeps her eyes roaming the edges of the room.&nbsp; She is aware of the strange smell, and the severed chunk of alien flesh, but doesn't notice the bulge within the woman until she's right next to her.<br><br>Seeing the movement within the other female out of the corner of her eye, Bren's gaze snaps to the bulge.&nbsp; Letting out a gasp, she cries "Oh dear God... what is that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:39:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat continues to kneel on the floor holding her stomach, wrenching in pain. She just wants the pain to end as she feels the damn thing move around and the pain then does lesson. Is it settling down?<br><br>"Please help me. What is in me?" She wants it gone and dead. What is it doing to her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 01:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A tension grasps the hibernation chamber room.&nbsp; The sour-sweet stink of the fluids speckling the surroundings thickens it further.&nbsp; A weird heat seems to drift the anxious crowd.<br><br>Then the elevator begins to grind down, heading to the decks below.<br><br>And in the emergency hatch, a darkness so absolute as to be palpable swallows E-Deck, clapping shut over all detail like a slice of solid black lacquer.<br><br>Kat's navel bulges out in a profound peak of some four inches, stretching terrifically and then receding with vibrating pulses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex was trying to collect his thoughts. It was unclear to him whether the worm had burrowed in Kat's body to hide, to breed, or to feed. Either way, it clearly chose to attack Kat instead of him. Perhaps it was luck? Or perhaps the worm had a preference for females?<br><br>He got an idea. "We need to coax that worm out of her. I think our best bet is to replicate the environment it is currently in, and try to usher it into the new one." He looked at Bren hesitantly, unsure of how to proceed with his idea. "I think... if we... if you take off your suit and lie down next to Kat..." he couldn't help blushing a little, so he turned to address Cross instead. "Basically I'm thinking we should try to get the worm to switch hosts, and when it comes out, we'll catch it."<br><br>He cracked his fingers uneasily. His eyes shifted from Cross, to Kat who was still anguishing on the floor, to Bren, and back at Cross. Kat was a mess. She looked like she was grotesquely pregnant with a violent and restless brood twisting and turning inside of her. She looked exhausted, her clothes were tattered, and the copious amount of shiny slime she was bathed in, mixed with extinguishing fluid, made it seem that she had been the entertainment of an entire army battalion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait.... WHAT?&nbsp; You want me to do WHAT?&nbsp; Listen, whoever you are... there is no way I'm letting whatever that thing is inside me.&nbsp; I'm all for getting it out of our comrade here... but I'm not gonna be used as bait.&nbsp; No thank you."<br><br>Bren can't even imagine why he thought that would work.&nbsp; The idea had merit, if the other environment was something other than a crew mate... but sacrificing one person for another if things screwed up wouldn't help anything.&nbsp; Particularly if whatever it is had already damaged Kat internally.&nbsp; For all they know, she could already be dying and the thing waiting for its next victim.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silvester</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 07:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, alright," Alex said defensively. "I was just trying to come up with a solution..." Admittedly, it was pretty difficult to think in that situation, especially under an adrenaline withdrawal. "I'm Alex, by the way," he said sheepishly. "Field biologist."<br><br>He was thinking. There had to be some way to lure the thing out. But in order to do so, it was necessary to figure out what had attracted the worm to Kat in the first place. Was it a female pheromone? Did it just go for the first warm, living thing it saw? Perhaps if there was another worm they could figure it out. The idea momentarily excited Alex's curiosity - this could be the discovery of a fascinating new species! - but then reality caught up with him and he thought it might be better not to meet another one of these.<br><br>Wait... "Where the hell did that thing come from, anyway? What happened here before I awoke?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 01:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat lays on the floor holding her stomach, seeming not in as much pain as she was. He breathes gets more regular as her stomach starts shrinking back to its normal size quickly. <br><br>"I, it seems to have dispersed in me. It does not really hurt now but I feel weird, different. I, um, my breasts hurt, like my bra is much too tight?" she looks around at the men around her nervously and then licks her lips, like she wants them.&nbsp; "Maybe someone should try that, it might do something, seeing something else snake like"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross stands up. "We need to move her to the Medbay for containment." He says mentally scanning the area as far as his telepathic senses will allow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time the group has moved to <strong>MedBay</strong>, the elevator has descended to E-Deck once again.&nbsp; The emergency shaft is buried in an eerie darkness.&nbsp; And the two missing men sent up in the elevator still are out of contact.<br><br>As though the Daedelus' crew needed another reminder, there is the sight of thick things moving in Kat's tummy.&nbsp; Its slenderness suffers shallow waves of some broad shape sliding around under it, making the flesh bulge up tenderly.&nbsp; Above, her breasts are definitely getting larger, taking on the crimson bloat of fruit in the final phases of ripeness, about to burst.<br><br>They feel it.&nbsp; There is most definitely something inside them.&nbsp; Something so heavy, it does not seem liquid, but so saturating, it would have to be.&nbsp; Something that discolors her orbs and makes them glossy and aching. Something eager to exit.<br><br>The mystery of the worm within her continues to squirm in Kat's belly and bottom.<br><br>And the mystery of Alex's question hovers in the misty light of the MedBay:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=25953.msg1690051#msg1690051">Quote from: Silvester on 03-03-2009, 07:28:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Wait... "Where the hell did that thing come from, anyway? What happened here before I awoke?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scanners wait in the white antiseptic walls, ready to try and find that answer.<br><br>But the question of what happened to the two men - what might happen to the hibernation chamber left unattended - looms as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Bren stand there in the doorway of the MedBay, she shifts anxiously from foot to foot. &nbsp;"Uh... shouldn't we pick up Ducar?&nbsp; He's still there in the emergency shaft, guarding our rear flank.&nbsp; I'd be glad to go back and get him, just not alone."<br><br>She glances worriedly at the other woman's swelling breast and bulging stomach, then shivers slightly.&nbsp; Whatever that is, she prays it was the only one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deep Space - The Daedelus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 02:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat staggers into the medical bay with help and over to a tables. She pulls off her shirt, letting it drop to the ground. Her breasts are almost bulging from her bra as she rips it off. "Oh, that feels better."&nbsp; Her breasts are now huge as she kicks off her boots and pulls down her riped pants, letting them drop off. Leaving her naked. She looks down as her moving stomach "Am I going to die?" she moans as her hand slips to her pussy subconsciously, as she starts to play with herself. 
			</dd>
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