( 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

[khajidont]

[Jaime is unnerved by her - and it's not exactly a subtle thing either, the way his eyes keep flicking between her and the expanse of hallway behind her. It could be passed off as nervousness about their current situation, perhaps, but anyone who meets destruction with such unbridled glee is enough to make him uncomfortable. He can't say that he's never had fun punching anyone before - it feels good, uniquely good in a way he had never known before - but this sort of thing crosses the line.

Instead of commenting on it, he wisely asks her a question instead.] Outlaw a god? Is that a thing you can actually do?

[gamora]

( That gets a shrug, and the glee fades from her expression for a moment or so. If she sees - and recognizes - Jaime's discomfort, she gives no sign of it. It's not important to the task at hand. )

Depends on how you're going to classify 'god'. Cosmic abstract? Probably not. Extra-dimensional beings that some backwater planet decided had to be gods? Worth a shot. ( And then Gamora remembers something Rider told her. ) The Nova Corps had a warrant out for Galactus, so they were apparently willing to try anything.

[khajidont]

[It takes Jaime a moment for him to change gears, but once he figures out the gist of what Gamora's saying, he nods. He's met a New God before, and of course there's Wonder Woman.] Okay, yeah, I know the type. For the whole god thing, I mean. I've got no clue who Galactus is.

[The hallway had been very well tidied up by Gamora, if one is keen on attributing an area slathered with gore the descriptor of tidy, but the unfortunate thing about zombies is their tendency to drift from place to play. As Jaime hears a scrape and a rustling sound from around the corner, he turns his head and stares.] Hey, d'you hear that?

[What say you to a mini-boss fight?]

[gamora]

Galactus, the devourer of worlds. ( Helpful, Gamora. ) Eats planets, has a Herald.

( Very descriptive. But at his words Gamora falls silent - sword glowing gold and becoming a stave, only narrowing down to incredibly sharp blades at either end. One leg goes back, letting her drop into something of a crouch. )

It sounds different than the rest.

( Bring it on. )

[khajidont]

[Jaime stares at Gamora incredulously at that explanation, but there's not enough time for him to question it.

Eating entire worlds? She has to be messing with him. Nothing can possibly be that powerful - or that pointless.]

Maybe its footsteps are a little louder, [he says, but whatever doubts he has are quickly dispelled by the loud, guttural roar that echoes down the hallway. This particular hallway, Jaime is beginning to notice, feels a whole lot more narrow the moment the Regenerator steps into view, monstrously huge and none too happy to see them.

As it staggers towards them, it swings one of its arms in a long arc towards them, and Jaime's armblade cuts through it easily enough. Its severed arm isn't a reassuring sight for long, mainly because it isn't severed for long; almost as soon as he's cut it off, it's growing back.]

Uh-oh.

[gamora]

Flark.

( It is just like the Cancerverse all over again. At least it's not coming back even more heavily mutated, at which point Gamora would have just decided to look for the giant rip in space and time on the ship. And called for Adam to get his magical reborn self here to do damage control. Quill could come too, if he had to.

A slash of the non-regrown arm, and Gamora nimbly leaps backwards, out of the range for now. )

The others generally tend to stop after decapitation. Might still apply.

[khajidont]

[Jaime's retreat is a good deal less graceful than Gamora's own, more of a frantic scramble back, the smooth surface of his armour slipping and sliding against the seemingly endless pile of grime on the floor.]

They were bad enough without their limbs growing back. What does that?

[We can, the Scarab tells him, which is both unhelpful and horribly off-putting. He could have happily gone a lifetime without knowing that.

Regardless of his personal discomfort, Jaime heeds Gamora's words and springs forward and detaches its head with a sweep of his arm. For once in his life, the spray of blood actually seems to be a promising sight until one massive hand grabs him around his mid-section and slams him into the wall hard enough for it to hurt past the armour. This happens to be a very good vantage point for him to watch its head growing back.

He could use a hand.]

[gamora]

( Gamora launches herself in the direction of the thing the moment it grabs onto Jaime, blade flashing into the sword once again while she aims to sever the arm in one clean cut. Which works, until the other arm catches her across the chest and throws her back along the hall - colliding with the floor with a grunt. )

Flark if I know. ( It takes a second or two for her to get her breath back, eyes narrowed into slits as she pushes herself up. ) Last time we had someone who couldn't die to take them out. Don't suppose you know of anyone like that here?

[khajidont]

Thanks, [Jaime says, able to twist himself out of the creature's grasp the moment Gamora injures it, and he springs back in a retreat to where she was flung. There's no sense in doing anything resembling close-combat here, and besides, being caught by that thing hurt.]

I've never met anyone who couldn't die before, [he says, still sounding a bit winded.] If chopping it up doesn't work, maybe blasting it will - you know, like I did with that other body?

[gamora]

I blame Mistress Death kicking him out because she wanted to break up with him. ( There is absolutely no sign on Gamora's face that she could be speaking nonsense - it all makes perfect sense to her. ) Thanos threw a fit when he found out.

( Nothing like one's guardian acting like a teenager. It's where Gamora gets most of her charm and people skills. She doesn't answer Jaime right away, too busy mulling the situation over. )

Why not. ( They don't really have that much to lose by trying. ) Take the arms, I'll get the legs.