( 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

[sestra]

[There's another person there, but really, once Helena spots the beast falling from the ceiling, that's where her priority falls. The other woman doesn't budge or run - she looks more amused than anything else.]

[It doesn't matter. Helena's not saving her, so much as attacking the creature. She takes it by surprise, coming up behind it and stabbing it in the lower back, where the spine might be. She drags her knife up, slicing it open and its limbs start to flail around in the process.]

[tilallisoverused]

Oh come on, that one was mine!

( It occurs to Rodimus, belatedly, that the holoform doesn't actually come with any weapons. Didn't Ultra Magnus say Whirl's came with twin machine guns... so not impossible, and Rodimus was willing to bet Drift's came with swords. Completely unfair, and Rodimus would take it up with Brainstorm whenever she got back.

But still, there's an emphatic hand gesture towards the thing to impress how much that was completely and totally Rodimus' slightly sparkeater like thing to dispatch. )

[sestra]

[She finishes drawing the knife up it's back, then slams it down between the shoulder and neck. Step one: remove an arm.]

[Helena steals a glance at the other woman, but her expression is unimpressed.] There are no claims here.

[The creature struggles against her, and it manages to shove her away, but she lunges again, stabbing and sawing until the limb is dangling enough that she can tear it off with her own hands. She throws it behind her, then leaps back at it once more, stabbing it through the gut and opening a whole to spill some guts.]

[tilallisoverused]

Just because you don't know what dibs are doesn't mean-- ( Rodimus trails off, peering around Helena to get a better look at what she's doing, but not before the arm smacks her in the face. ) Hey! Watch where you're throwing those.

( This is a disaster. But Rodimus is pretty sure that most organics should be dead right about now, what with the missing limbs and -- Primus, all the internal stuff spilling out into the air. )

It's not dead?

[sestra]

[She looks up at him with a slight glare when he admonishes her, but otherwise she just keeps hacking at the beast.] Watch they do not hit you. [She has no cares, really, but that's her retort.]

[Taking care to avoid stepping in the guts on the floor, Helena slams what's left of it up against the wall, then rushes forward to slit its throat. And then she repeats the gesture, making the cut deeper, the body twitching in aftershock.] The beasts do not die as most creatures of nature do.

[tilallisoverused]

You're the one throwing them.

( Seriously. But the organic is kind of getting out of hand, and Rodimus puts one hand on Helena's shoulder to pull her away from whatever it is. )

Look, coming from someone who doesn't die easy naturally and Megatron gave it a good shot - I'm pretty sure even we'd be on our way out. So any sort of fleshling?

( Gonna go with really, really super dead. )

[sestra]

Dismemberment ensures death. [She says this as she takes a step back, and the beast's body sinks to the ground, though it wriggles a little, still not quite dead.]

[It's about then where she feels the hand on her shoulder, and Helena jerks away, whirling to face the other woman with a wide-eyed glare.]

It is still moving. [Her voice goes up an octave in hostility, mostly from being touched.] I do not know this fleshling word. Move away.

[She needs to take off the other arm, ok. She stomps on said arm at the elbow, and the movement would break the bone in normal humans.]

[tilallisoverused]

Great, something I've got over them.

( LITTLE VICTORIES. Rodimus doesn't move away but does drop her hand. There's that much common sense in that head somewhere. )

Uh, organics? Non-synthetic lifeforms? ( GIVING UP WITH THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT. ) Primus, what's wrong with it?

( The necromorph thing, not that Rodimus knows it's called that but shhhhhhh. )

[sestra]

Organics. [She tests the word on her tongue, but it's clear she's never quite heard it with the context the woman's trying to imply.]

[Her focus is still primarily on the creature though, and she drops down, pinning it to the ground, where she stabs into the remaining arm's shoulder, then keeps wriggling around and half-sawing. She wants to remove the other arm, what of it??] They are demons. Unnatural, unholy beasts. They do not die so easily.

[tilallisoverused]

I got that last part, it's kind of obvious.

( What with the hacking and slashing and the overkill. Rodimus feels inexplicably helpless, and considers canceling the holoform in order to actually bring some real firepower in. Why couldn't this come with guns like Whirl's? She'd definitely going to have to mention that to Brainstorm. )

Wait, hang on. What qualifies as 'unnatural' in your book?

( ASKING FOR A FRIEND. )

[sestra]

[Satisfied it's separated enough, Helena yanks at the last arm and tosses it carelessly behind her. Still on top of the beast, she looks over her shoulder briefly at the other woman.]

Unnatural is unnatural. [Duh.]

[And then she stabs it again in the throat, making the wound deeper, killing it at last. After a moment, she climbs to her feet calmly, without seeming all that bothered by the gut and blood stains on her clothes. For good measure, she kicks the corpse, rolling it over.]

[tilallisoverused]

Right, okay, we'll go with that.

( Rodimus technically doesn't need to be careful about stepping into any of the-- uh. Innards. Oh Primus.

Can holoforms actually get sick? She doesn't know, she doesn't want to find out, but now that Helena's done Rodimus is pretty sure something is churning in her stomach and the expression displayed is definitely one that usually comes right before vomiting. )

[sestra]

It is dead now. [Why do you look so sick?? As far as Helena's concerned, one less beast, the better.]

If you are going to vomit, please do not do it on me. [That's cute, coming from the woman covered in zombie guts.]

[tilallisoverused]

You think so?

( Rodimus be nice. )

I'm not going to throw up. ( STRAIGHTENING UP NOW, GOTTA GET THAT GAME FACE ON. ) I don't think I can.

[sestra]

[It goes over her head anyway.] Know so.

[But Helena's eyes roll over the other woman carefully and cautiously, maybe almost twitching with amusement when she straightens.] If you have not eaten anything, it can still just be acidic.

[tilallisoverused]

Noooooooot going to be a problem.

( Drag that negative out more, Rodimus. )

[sestra]

I do not care for reasons, as long as it does not happen.

[tilallisoverused]

Nope. Won't happen, I--

( Another thing drops from the ceiling right onto Rodimus. Or would have, if there wasn't a split second where Rodimus just vanished, reappearing a second later somewhere off to the side. )

Ha! Take that, you ugly thing-- ( Alright, fine. Rodimus saw how this was going to go. Lucky the strength involved with a holoform was however much you wanted it to be, which is why when Rodimus decides to give the thing a swift kick that sends it flying backwards towards Helena. ) Not so defenseless now, huh?

[sestra]

[The woman vanishes, then reappears, and Helena gets swept up in a wave of defensiveness. She regards her with newfound suspicion, but then the creature comes flying over.]

[Helena attacks it, because - well, it needs to die. She stabs it right in the hollow of its throat, where it gags and coughs up the equivalent of blood. She drags the knife straight up, cutting into the skin all the way up into its chin.]

[Probably the quickest she's ever killed one tbh.]

How is that possible?

[tilallisoverused]

( Right. Because this was the organic with the thing for unnatural things.

Whoops. )

Technology?

( NOT A LIE. )

[sestra]

[Helena stares and keeps staring for probably an uncomfortable amount of time. She might have been disbelieving earlier in her life, but apparently she's been transported to another version of England and - and was moved into space.]

[Believing someone can travel that quickly through the use of technology isn't as weird or worthy of a knee-jerk unnatural response as it could have been in the past.]

[It still makes her a little uncomfortable, but she's getting used to science.]

From this place?

[tilallisoverused]

Nah, I'm from a place way more advanced than this. You can see it from the Observatory, or at least the star my planet orbits.

( And that just makes Rodimus almost homesick. Almost, because he doesn't really want to be back on Cybertron but there's still the idea of home. That's why they were trying to find the Knights of Cybertron anyway, to make Cybertron like it was supposed to be. )

[sestra]

[She breathes heavily, somewhat angrily, through her nose.]

[Helena doesn't frequent the Observatory much, to be honest.]

Too many people from space. [She mutters it, mostly to herself.]

[tilallisoverused]

Yeah, yeah, like I haven't heard that before. It's not like any of us want to be here.

( Seriously. Why did humans always go around thinking that? )

[sestra]

[She glances at the woman, snorts a little huffily.] I was not speaking to you.