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    Time ventured on as each individual within the wrecked freezer thawed out of their ice prisons. Within the time frame of impact to the awakening of everyone, order had once again resumed within the small civilization. Military crew members filed out civilians, and scientists to secure areas away from hot spots that seemed to hold a chance of exploding. The massive valley of jagged rocks kept the attention of wandering eyes as those of authority within the ship secured important resources and materials from within the cargo bay. An eerie feeling settled within Jonathon as he relaxed next an injured genetics crew member he knew. His pod was one of the few to take the full force of the impact, causing the emergency protocols to only do half the job it was programmed to. However this was not what caused his stomach to churn, for he knew that with the distance settled between them and the blue marble in the black heavens. They were now truly alone.

    Setting himself up in a more comfortable position Jonathon scanned over everyone as they scurried about with injured, supplies, and guns. It was to no surprise that the army department was taking charge of the whole hellish dilemma. He could almost laugh at the way they handled everything, though it was a good sight to hold some order amongst all the chaos. Making his way to his feet Jonathon stepped out of the shade he had taken his injured crew member too. He was certain that the damage the man had received was survivable, he simply needed time.

    In the mean time Jonathon began to make his way towards the Personal Storage section. He could only hope his belongings were intact amongst the hanging wires, sparks and random pieces of metal. Making his way on board Jonathon jogged towards his destination before coming to a stop. Despite being mildly destroyed in certain areas, the compartment itself seemed to have maintained its overall structure. Everyone was searching through bags from broken lockers, those who were lucky to have an intact container had no issues. Of course as he squirmed past a few people he caught sight of his own, the rather rigid container held solid dents, the computer allowing access was completely shut down.

    Running a hand through his hair Jonathon took a breathe, he had been attempting to break into his container for a few minutes now. The metallic structure was bent shut and he didn't contain the muscle to break it open. As he looked around Jonathon attempted to find someone with a bionic arm or who would at least seem to have a stronger build than himself. Sadly only the latter seemed to be available to him.

    "Well that's number three..." Jonathon rubbed the back of his head as his third failed attempt to find someone who was willing to help him. "Perhaps they had a very bad genetics modification at your over priced company." the AI hummered in his attempt to calm his master. Over all everyone seemed agitated, Jonathon didn't blame them with the circumstances. Taking a breathe to calm himself Jonathon looked at the entrance as a white haired man entered. He had seen him before entering into cryo sleep, of course he knew nothing of the man, but judging from his structure he seemed to hold a great amount of strength. "Well worth a shot." He spoke to himself before pacing towards the man. "Excuse me!" Jonathon spoke out to him before stopping in front a few meters away. "I was hoping that you could help me, you see my locker has been completely bent shut." He wasn't in a hurry, but it would certainly take a few hours if attempted on his own. He just needed a little help. That was something everyone needed no matter how much they denied it.

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    …Morgan Quance…

    Now dry and slightly warmer, Morgan ventured out of the pod room for civilians. It was just too stuffy in there with all those people freaking out. Morgan just wanted to figure out if she could help out at all, she didn’t want to sit around waiting for something to happen. She looked around the fairly deserted hallway and decided to grab some of her stuff since it was rather close.

    Before going anywhere she turned on the implant on her arm, she decided keep it on low volume in case she could intercept any messages about what was going on.

    In the hall she saw two men, one she recognized immediately as Mr. Ritger one of the personnel from the science sect. The other was a white haired man she had only see a few times around the base back on Earth. She thought for a moment, but couldn’t remember his name for the life of her.

    “Hello there,” she said with a slightly hoarse voice. “I’m Morgan,” she introduced herself quickly. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Morgan had overheard Mr. Ritger asking for help from the white haired man.

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    Levon headed over to the lockers; all of his clothes and equipment were stored inside. He hit the switch to open the locker. Levon had been waiting for quite some time but still the locker did not open for him, "The power must be offline..." he mumble before leaving for something to pry open the locker. Picking up a striped piece of metal; sliding the metal between the cracks of the locker. On the other end of the striped metal, Levon gripped it tightly and pulled with all his might. With all his strength blood dripped down from his hand tightly gripping the striped metal. As he kept on pulling, Levon heard a satisfying pop and watched as the locker door went flying past him.

    Before Levon changed out of his damp clothes, he tore piece of some fabric from one of his extra shirt and wrapped both his hands up to stop the bleeding. Once dressed, Levon walked out of the room to search for anyone who needed assistance. This is what he wanted, an adventure, and now he was receiving it just like he asked. "This is very thrilling" he whispered under his breath. Running down the hall, Levon noticed several fires getting out of control; If he didn't put the fire out then all the crews supplies will be lost. Without thinking he rushed and took hold of the fire extinguisher and started fighting the fire before it got worse.
    "What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is the illusion"

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    Liam studied the man before him. Jonathon Ritger, one of the science department's top brass, or something like that. And the Morgan woman. It became apparent that nobody recognised him, but that was to be expected, considering the fact that he went into a state of isolation. Should he help? No one else in the room appeared to be strong enough. It couldn't be helped. He sighed, "Morgan was it? Could you perhaps find a lever of some sort for me?" As much as he hated to admit it, assisting others again felt nice.

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    Liam studied the man before him. Jonathon Ritger, one of the science department's top brass, or something like that. And the Morgan woman. It became apparent that nobody recognised him, but that was to be expected, considering the fact that he went into a state of isolation. Should he help? No one else in the room appeared to be strong enough. It couldn't be helped. He sighed, "Morgan was it? Could you perhaps find a lever of some sort for me?" As much as he hated to admit it, assisting others again felt nice.

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    …Morgan Quance…

    The man never did give his name and seemed slightly annoyed. “Yeah, I can do that. Shouldn’t be too hard with all the debris around here.” She said, her mood souring slightly as she disappeared into the storage room. She quickly scanned the room wondering what kind of lever this man wanted. A flash of light reflected off something in the far corner and caught her attention, there was a piece of metal that looked as if it would serve the purpose of lever. When she reached it she saw it had some really sharp jagged edges. Without a second thought she removed her jacket and wrapped it around one edge and yanked on it. It came free of the pile of debris after a few moments. Her muscles, unused to the exertion were screaming angrily at her. She ignored it and brought the piece of metal to the white haired man. “I hope this works, and I didn’t catch your name.” She handed the makeshift lever to him.


    … Tri-Ark …

    All at once the world came into view and information ran through his systems as he booted up, right away he could tell something was wrong. During his 60 year flight he had only activated every decade or so to check on and repair systems, he knew this ship from bow to stern. He stayed in his container for a few moments as he ran a diagnostic scan. His scans reported several hull breaches, a multitude of damages that would need repairing and that they had landed. He quickly went through the landing data. They had apparently been hit by something in orbit, some sort of debris field that caused the landing gear to malfunction. That had lead to the overall damages.

    After his initial scans of the EOS he set his scans to the personnel. An emergency thaw had been activated, that would cause some troubles. He went through the numbers, out of the one thousand crew members, two hundred and fifty seven could not be thawed at this time and five hundred and forty three were deceased, that left only two hundred alive, and there were a great many injuries on top of all that. That would have to be addressed, he would have to gather those who were okay and debrief them all.

    He quickly and efficiently linked up to the EOS intercom system, “Hello crew of EOS, this is the Triple Arking Humanoid Processor that has been assigned to this mission. Please head to Cryo Pod C for debriefing, those of you who are able please assist those who need it.” He ran through some more statistics and opened his container. Around him was pure chaos, he was not amused. He made his way to Cryo Pod C, ready to address the survivors.

    He went through his speech in his head, making notes to remember to split the crew up into groups according to their usefulness. He would need to send out a group to scout out the surrounding area, a group to assess and fix damages, a group to help with the injured and disposal of bodies and finally a group to be in charge of the EOS since the majority of the original commanding crew were killed in the crash.
    Last edited by Miss Shell; 08-10-2012 at 07:47 PM. Reason: Tri-Ark

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    Ilsa, who had managed to get herself quite lost, heard the voices and clamor of people up ahead. Excitedly she peeked her head around the corner, seeing many of the crew, scientists and civilians all getting into their personal lockers. "Finally!" She said, stepping in to locate hers. Just as she was fiddling with the lock, the intercom came on.

    "Hello crew of EOS, this is the Triple Arking Humanoid Processor that has been assigned to this mission." Ilsa paused, listening to the beginning before trying to open her locker quietly. The contents, mainly her change of clothes, some candies and boots, must have shifted during flight. When she opened the door, everything came spilling out and onto the floor, leaving her standing in shock. Embarrassed and still feeling soggy, Ilsa ducked down, hoping to avoid any stares of her now coworkers. "Sorry..." She whispered to extremely tall man nearby. She looked up at him mid grab for her clothes, somewhat surprised by his appearance. He looked tall, annoyed and intimidating. She shrank away and quickly shifted her eyes to the floor.

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    Default Liam Paladin

    "It's Paladin," he finally addressed Morgan. Jamming the bar into a crevice in the locker door, he wrenched it open. "There you go," he said to Mr. Ritger, giving a curt nod before stepping away to open his own locker. It was about that time that both the intercom crackled to life. Breathing a sigh of relief, he opened his locker. "The crew can handle the injured," he thought, but despite that, he grabbed his surgical kit from inside and quickly glanced over his personal belongings. There would be time to unpack later. A worry had wormed its way to the forefront of his attention. No word of an evacuation..surely we have to get the injured off this wreck? Or do we not know what's outside yet? He shook his head in frustration. Fine then, he'd just have to trust their judgement. Ignoring the whispered apology, he stepped out to assist anyone he could.

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    …Morgan Quance…

    Morgan watched Paladin open the locker for Mr. Ritger then went to her own storage locker, it was on the bottom row after a little bit of a struggle and a swift kick to the door, Morgan eventually got it open. It was then that the intercom went off and the Tri-Ark asked for all crew members to gather in Cryo Pod C. She shoved a few of her things in a backpack and made her way to the meeting place.

    Her eyes scanned over the people, some seemed fine, but others were hurt, some pretty bad. But the odd part was that there weren’t all that many people here, if she had to guess she would probably guess around one hundred and fifty-ish. Things must have been worse that she thought.


    … Tri-Ark …

    Once most of the crew had assembled in the pod Tri-Ark made his way to the front of the room near a bank of windows. “Greetings EOS Crew, I am Triple Arking Humanoid Processor, but you may address me as Tri-Ark seeing as it is much simpler. As you have probably noticed we have had a rough landing, my scans report that during orbit we were hit by some sort of debris field causing our landing gear to malfunction. Due to this we will have to proceed cautiously. Seeing as my exterior sensors are down I cannot make an assessment as to the conditions outside of the EOS. Until further notice none of you are to leave the EOS, it is for your own safety. There have been casualties due to the crash, there are now only two hundred of you left.”


    …Morgan Quance…

    Morgan’s eyes peered out the window behind the Tri-Ark as it made it’s speech. She only half listened, the other half of her attention was put towards their new home. Her hand went to her wrist control for her optical implant. She adjusted the zoom to a microscopic level and scanned the world outside the EOS. After a few moments she came to the conclusion that the atmosphere was oxygen rich and could sustain human life, oh how she loved that nifty implant. “Outside is human safe,” she said, projecting her hoarse voice. “It is oxygen rich and can support life. I have an optical implant that allows me to see things on a microscopic level and I used it to assess the outside condition.” She hated speaking to a great deal of people, but the scientist in her was excited for the discovery.

    … Tri-Ark …

    “If that is true then I propose a scouting mission, if you wish to join in please see me after this meeting.” His voice held a hint of annoyance. Why hadn’t he come up with that thought. "Do any of you have any more questions or comments before we set up the scouting mission?"
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    Default Levon Maxwell

    Letting a sigh escape his lips, Levon threw the fire extinguisher to the ground now that he was finish with the fire. Before he left towards the main hatch that lead to the outside the intercom came on telling the crew to report for a meeting. This was a drag to him but he never disobeys an order and so Levon made his way towards Cryo Pod C. Once Levon arrived into the room, Tri-Ark began his speech; he didn't bother on listening due to the fact his mind was elsewhere. Before he could sing any further into his daydream Tri-Ark words had awoken him from his trance. "Only two hundred of us left..." he whispered among himself; they had only just arrived yet there were already casualties. After a women spoke up, Tri-Ark spoke of a plan to scout out the area; Levon knew he had to be a part of that mission.
    "What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is the illusion"

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    Default Liam Paladin

    Having just entered the pod as the familiar voice of Morgan called out, Liam considered his options. By now, a majority of the injured were tended. The dead were collected. The ship was in bad shape and people would need to be moved soon. He had joined the expedition initially with no aim, but as things turned out, he'd probably die if he did nothing. Although he had no purpose at the moment, he certainly didn't intend to die. "I'd like to volunteer." his voice rang out. Might as well make himself useful.

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