Infected

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The adventurers had made it into the recreation room safely, which suited their adviser well. They didn't know it, but they were the key to doing what had to be done, with managing the crisis. It was up to them to do everything that had to be done. A burden he hoped they were capable of fulfilling.

His voice emerged over the rec room speakers as he watched them through the surveillance cameras, with a flick of his four-fingered hand turning the power to that computer console on.

"This level should be clear of the creatures, so you should be safe here for the moment. The computer console will give you a full map of the ship. You're probably wondering what all this is, and there isn't time to explain it all. We were a refugee ship, and on the way to Alderaan the passengers just turned, they came streaming out from their containers and slaughtered the crew, destroying everything they could. In the center of the ship they disabled the power relay, and now this front is running on emergency power only. I'm trapped in the bridge by them. I need you to restore the power."

The voice that crackled over the speakers was deep and slightly metallic, an alien and unnatural voice seemingly devoid of emotion. Almost like a droid.

Instead it was the voice of a Kel Dor.

"Once you restore the power I can use forcefields to clear a way to the emergency shuttle and you can escape."

[The Conman]

Donnie had clambered up the stairs, first, and seen nothing. The recreation area was, as promised, empty. After a couple of minutes and some complaining, they got the Rodian, who was still pretty much useless, into the room.

The Twi'lek easily man(woman?) handled him into a seat and put her blaster back in her Satchel of Useful Items, removing her flashlight while she was at it, and clicking it on. There was still food at some of the places. Some of the cups still had liquids in them. As she passed the light over the room, she sighted music players, tablets. It looked like they'd just dropped everything and taken off.

Whatever had happened, had happened fast.

Mr.Speaker was back.

Donnie's brain immediatley went to one, odd, point.

Why was this guy on the bridge? He hadn't said he was the captain, nor had he indicated he was part of the crew. More importantly, why wasn't there anybody else with him. Surely there'd be a helmsmen, and a radio operator, at least there.

The Twi'lek pushed her errant right leeku back over her shoulder and chocked it upto paranoia.

I geda term'nal.

She said, heading over to the glowing terminal and sitting down. It was old, the device looked to have been salvaged and put together with spare parts and bailing wire. But, it worked.

The Twi'lek pulled a schematic, and removed her tablet from her Satchel of Helpful Goods, and downloaded it. The ship appeared to be a freighter, a bulk freighter never designed for carrying passengers. The crew had jury-rigged atmospheric handlers and heaters into the cargo bays and pods that were attached to it's superstructure. Most of which seemed to be offline.

She started poking around into the engineering system, and didn't get a whole lot. The ship seemed to have a decentralized computer system, meaning that you couldn't access any function from any terminal. An old design, designed to make it harder for pirates to cripple a ship with a virus or by hacking it wirelessly. It also made life more difficult for salvagers, or, as in Donnie's case, a treasure hunter.

From what she could glean, the Engineering section, basically the aft third of the vessel, was without gravity, and, apparently, the air scrubbers were also not running. Aside from that, there wasn't much else on the antiquated terminal.

She spun around, and got up, walking over to where the group had congregated.

Hokay...I ga'da goo nooz anda ba'nooz.

She paused, structuring what was going on in Basic.

Da ba'nooz eeda I coun' geda manifes, so Is ga no idea whada sheep carryin' side fo'da 'efff-uu-geez.

Da go'nooz, no 'oles, an' opefully, air. Da skrubbars aren' up bah dere pressure, no grav inda engineerin' though. Ess prolly kinna chillie inda kargo sekten, no air 'andlerz meanz no 'eat.

She finished, suddenly getting a smirk, and walking over to a nearby pop machine and pulling out her blaster. She pointed it at the glass in the front, and pulled the trigger twice, smashing the glass. She then proceeded to kick the glass out, and grabbed a cola, and opening it with a pshhh.

Na'geddin mah munny...stoopid machine.

[Kuran]

Sinya waited until they had entered the recreation area to reply to Nikki's question. It took a few moments to frame a response that didn't involve the-apparently-Mandalorian being run through with his saber, or having the life choked from her lungs.

It wasn't her fault, not really. She couldn't have known that Sinya had...history with the Jedi. And so, instead of his normal calm, composed voice, his reply was muttered through gritted teeth.

"No, I am not a Jedi....I prefer to think of myself as....neutral."

He continued to inwardly seethe as he cast his senses around the area that they inhabited. While he didn't particularly expect to feel anything else alive other than themselves, he was somewhat more interested in the fact that he couldn't see any of the...things...that had attacked the Aqualish on the level below.

As Donnie delivered her report on the ship's status, he managed to focus, bringing himself back to a more normal temperament. "Can we get to the bridge from here without passing through the engineering section?" He asked, mentally formulating a plan.

After Donnie's violent opening of the drinks machine, Sinya decided that there was no harm in following suit, and summoned a cold caf-based drink into his hand in much the same way he had done with the lightsaber mere minutes before, making sure to send the can whizzing past the rodian's face, in a half-hearted attempt at shocking him out of his apparent stupor.

Cracking the can open and taking a drink, he leaned his back against a wall and waited for the other's to form their own ideas.

[The Conman]

OOC:

I think Miri may have bailed, until further notice, that's the best theory. But the show must go on, so it's Lmr, Kuran, and Myself on this wild ride.

IC:

Donnie turned to look over at Sinya, and pulled out her tablet, popping up the map as she walked over to stand beside the man.

She quickly highlighted a route, that showed up in yellow and avoided Engineering. There were, however, 2 airtight bulkheads sealed on that route.

Onda bess'a'dayz, yah, wesa jus walkin' to da brige...bah, as ya kan'see, deres a buncha doorz 'tween us'n'eet. Dere da 'murgency bulhez, closin' whenda 'murgency 'appen. Looz 'ike dey's prolly blasser proof...donnit madder thou'. Widdout powah, dey ain' openin.

She said, pointing to the doors as she explained.

'ealistikly, wesa go 'throu da engin' room, see eef I ca' geda powa toda sheep, grav, all da jazz. I unno 'ow manie o'da eeefffuugeee tingders dey weresa cargoin', bu Is 'opin ess only a few.

She finished. Realistically, the best path was to engineering, get power and grav back, then figure out how to contain the crazies with bulkheads and forcefields. Hopefully Donnie would be able to pull the computer core, find the manifest and the passenger list, to give the pair an idea of how many souls were aboard.

Past that, Donnie was out of ideas. The ship, if it was full of refugees, was a giant biohazard that had to be handled. She didn't have any real idea how to do that aside from blowing the reactor. That, however, wasn't something she could do until they got a path back to the freighter, which was priority two after getting power back online.

So, whatcha thin'?

Donnie asked her red-skinned companion.