( 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

[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.

[tilallisoverused]

You were speaking, weren't you?

( So it clearly means that that Rodimus had to respond!! )

[sestra]

Not to you. [didn't she already say that??]

[tilallisoverused]

So?

( U R A LITTLE SHIT, RODIMUS. )

[sestra]

So you did not have to respond.

[tilallisoverused]

I like doing the opposite of what people tell me to do.

[sestra]

Then please keep talking.

[tilallisoverused]

Nice try, fleshling. But I'm still going to talk.

[sestra]

My name is Helena, not fleshling.

[tilallisoverused]

It wasn't a name, it was a description.