( 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

[transuniversal]

[If this had been his universe, his universe from birth, there would be no need to try and decipher her identity. She is, after all, Gamora. The vaguest of vague rumors of the Guardians of the Galaxy reached the Avengers; enough to know they existed, but Noh-Varr had never really given them so much thought. His primary interest has always been with Earth.

And even in his crash course through the multiverse, he never quite encountered the Zen Whoberis, by the law of narrative causality that says they must always be impossible to find, except in the timeline that no longer exists. Because this is the way the world works.]

No. I am a warrior of the Kree.

[As though this should be obvious. As though this is obvious, because really, doesn't it explain everything?]

[gamora]

Thought so. ( Gamora's not going to argue the military prowess of the Kree - you just don't. Sure, the Inhumans had come in and Ronan had ceded his position of power to them, but Black Bolt had gone and kicked the Kree while they were down. ) Don't suppose you brought the Accuser with you?

( She doesn't care what Quill thinks about Ronan, she's not going to turn down the chance to watch him smash up whatever the creatures were into a gory pulp with ease. )

[transuniversal]

[He wasn't even there for that! Mostly he was too busy doing other things, like getting locked up in prison and brainwashed and breaking out and accidentally joining up with Norman Osborn. By the time he got in contact with this universe's Kree, the Inhumans were long gone, and somebody had resurrected the Supreme Intelligence...

Anyway, his face goes rigidly and blankly still for a moment at the mention of "Accuser", for that brief second it takes to think of what to say and what not to say as well.]

I didn't bring any Accusers. [Though if they could find him, they'd be more than happy to, say, pronounce sentence with a hammer to his head, Noh-Varr is pretty sure. This is the sort of situation where, before his betrayal, he would have more than happily started working on a way to call the Kree empire. Now...? Now he can't, without giving himself up.] And none came with me. The problem would be too easily solved by any one of them for that to happen. [Let alone Ronan who he has never actually confronted in person and has absolutely zero desire to do that.]