EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[fourscience]

Aurig would have done better. Oxa would have done better. [She says this lightly, as if feeling useless and helpless when her captain really needed her isn't currently weighing on her mind. But she is being cheerful, even as she finishes sealing the wound, and has to move on to her own torn and bloody arms. There is a pause, then she speaks cheerfully, though it's false.] I have done my job now, though!

[goldfoot]

Oxa— [She lets out a rattling breath, as if she intends to move, but the pain and drugs are weighing her body down.] Oxa...

[fourscience]

Not here, captain. [She touches the goldfoot's hands with one of her own, a gesture meant to be comforting. She lingers a moment longer, watching her on the bed, attempting to take mental notes on how the drug is affecting her- but she cannot bring herself to find enthusiasm in it. How unusual. She turns away, and begins work on her own wounds. These she does without use of the drugs, so she can keep her mind sharp.]