( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

[initiates]

Date & Time: October 31st, 3313, 11:59PM - November 3rd, 3313, ????
Location: Agriculture Wing, Moon Base to start. Cafeteria, warehouse, docking bay, VR rooms, Transport Pad, or Observatory later on.
Characters: Any & all!
Summary: Space Zombies are allowed out of the Agriculture Wing, slowly revving up their systems to try and infect and absorb as many of the Transports (or 12 Initiative Members) as possible.
Warnings: Log will be locked for potentially graphic violence. Please warn in threads should the violence or gore become graphic.
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Everything is a success at first, from the cool rush of air out of the Agriculture Wing once the doors are fully unlocked, to the heady sense of accomplishment for finally moving forward on something good for the long-term usability of the Moon Base. It's intended to remain a resource, after all, but not be a permanent home. Fraying tempers and the sense of cabin fever descending on Transports continues to showcase how important it is to get back down on Earth to regain some breathing room.

There's little enough dust between all the unmoving, unlit structures, many even supporting the barest dried husks of what once grew there. Upon the lightest touch, they disintegrate, turning into a dust that falls to the ground. The silent rows will be reclaimed and turned into functioning units, based on Transport efforts, and Transport time invested in the project.

There's just one problem. Something stirs in the reclaimed wing, among tangles of hosing and wiring. Skitterings and movements that make no sense for a long abandoned Moon Base. The further in Transports go, relying on magic or technology to generate light past the bare minimum maintained by the base, the more disturbing sights they may run into.

Of course, the most disturbing of all might be lying just around the far corner -- but don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. Try not to get surprised in the machinery, caught suffering from not looking up or caught making out with anything unsavory this holiday season, Transports. We need all of you to stay alive!

We can't bring you back right now!

Comments

cw: gore, helena is violent

[sestra]

[She's in the kitchens, because despite everything, Helena still gets hungry, and she still wants food.]

[She hasn't even gotten to the actual food yet when she hears the scream. And the part that gets her most is the familiarity; it's her voice, but not. And it's not Sarah's either. Only a beat passes before she swiftly makes her way for the sound.]

[And it's one of the beasts, there. They don't terrify her as much as they probably should, despite their disgusting and horrific appearances; they are unholy demons, and she must kill them (she's already killed some), and that's more important. After a moment, Helena notices the target, and she can't help the way her lips twitch in an almost smile. Because it's the one - the sick one she saw briefly over the network.]

[Without another thought, Helena runs and lunges for the beast. She jumps at its back, and her knife comes out; she stabs immediately into its back, then drags it up and over the shoulder, scrambling up the body as she cuts into it. The creature starts, trying to throw her off, but she shifts again, bringing the knife down in front and drawing a line across its throat.]

[niehaus]

( The figure who attacked was a blur, though something about the movement gave her a sense of deja vu. The running, the jumping (not so much the lunging and stabbing) reminded her of herself. Her mind initially jumped to Sarah but she knew that it wasn't her. Something about the technique was more vicious, more unrestrained.

Suddenly it clicked. )

H-Helena...

[sestra]

[She hears her name, and in the midst of the creature's thrashing, Helena glances up and over at the other clone. But she doesn't have much time to dwell on that right now, not with this thing still alive.]

[She stabs it in the neck - not even a slash, like she'd done before to slit - but a complete shove of the blade as far as she can risk it. She drags it out, repeats the process again, again - she stabs it in the neck at least seven times before dropping to the ground.]

[But not for long. She leaps again, this time with intent to angle herself at such a position where she can drag her knife along its arm. It's a bit more of a process, as the beast fights harder against her, but Helena's determined to slice through the scythed arm and remove it.]

[Which, when she does cut through the flesh enough that the scythe is dangling more than actually connected, she grabs at its shoulder with one hand, grabs the arm with the other, and rips it off completely, throwing the limb across the cafeteria.]

[niehaus]

( standing there watching, cosima had snapped out of her haze. watching who she now knew to be her co-clone massacre a monster straight out of an unrated horror film was mortifying. she was thankful that the attention of the monster was now diverted away from her, though simultaneously, the ease at which helena attacked the beast frightened her.

this was the person sarah had talked about. someone capable of this level of gore was dangerous.

when the scythe/arm/limb is thrown across the cafeteria, cosima leaps out of the way to avoid getting guts on herself because really, who knows what compounds were present in whatever appeared to be its blood.

she wants to run, to leave the two to battle on. but somehow, she couldn't bear to leave the other clone alone. maybe because helena had saved her, maybe because she knows she couldn't handle other monsters alone if she ran into them. cosima continued to watch from the sidelines. )

[sestra]

[With one arm gone, Helena turns to the other, repeating the motions to remove it. Sawing and stabbing, but it takes a little longer now that the beast seems to know what she's planning. It's enough of a struggle that when Helena rips off the second scythe arm, she has to drop it right away to avoid a kick to her chest.]

[She jumps back with surprising grace to her step, laughing at the creature and tilting her head to the side.] You will die, beast. Return to where you have spawned.

[And she lunges again, throwing her entire weight into it, knocking the creature to the ground. She immediately hunches over and stabs at the chest, over and over, some of the blood spattering up onto her clothes (to match the prior spatter via the arms), but she pays it largely no mind. It lets out a cry of some kind from having a chest now full of holes, and Helena shifts just enough, so she can bring her knife back to it's neck, where she drags the weapon down through the previous slit. Her aim now is to remove the head.]

[niehaus]

( watching the other clone do work on the monster, cosima couldn't help make a disgusted face at the gruesome scene. seeing the blood spatter onto helena, cosima felt obligated to warn her. )

Avoid getting the blood on yourself!

( who really knew what was in alien monster blood. )

[sestra]

[Helena pauses when the other clone's words filter in, the beast twitching in its near death beneath her, and she turns her head.]

[It's a few moments of just staring at the dreadlocked woman, taking in her appearance and looking a little too long at her familiar face. Then Helena looks down at herself, already splattered in blood.]

Too late. [And then she continues the sawing motions through its neck, straight down until the head is decapitated; a little unnecessary, since the creature dies halfway through her attempts, but she'd already started - so of course she needed to finish.]

[Helena climbs to her feet after, then gives the head a kick; it spins across the room until it collides with the nearest wall. Her gaze turns once again to the other clone, staying there this time, and there's a couple seconds before she speaks up again.] Dismemberment is effective.

[You know. In case you hadn't noticed yet 8Db]

[niehaus]

( the collision of the decapitated head and the wall snapped cosima back to reality, particularly the reality of her situation. )

Seems like you have a lot of experience.

( she gestures to the various components of the monster lying in different parts of the room. there might have also been some gratitude in her voice. )

So, you're Helena. ( there was some uncertainty as to what to expect from the other clone. predictability, from what she's heard from sarah, was not one of helena's traits. )

[sestra]

[Helena takes in how the other clone speaks, the way she holds herself. They all move so differently. It's fascinating, in a way.]

[Her eyes follow the gesture to the limbs, and she chuckles softly over it.] I have killed many of these beasts.

[Her face twitches a little, when she hears her name spoken, and she picks up on the uncertainty in the tone (alongside the gratitude, earlier, not sure what to make of that in particular). But she doesn't move, doesn't give any sign that's she's going to suddenly take a flying leap with murderous intent.]

[It's probably Sarah's doing. Her curiosity beats back the instinct to kill, at least right now. Her gaze falls on the other clone with a sharp intensity, and Helena tests the name she got from the network on her tongue.] Cosima.

[Her accent probably butchers it slightly, though.]