RPG Black Horizon: Smoke and Mirrors [M-VSL]

[Corey]

[size=1]Those that have made it in know who you are.
Post and be merry, for tis the season for blood, tourture, death, and wrapped boxes of DOOOOM!
...or something like that.
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[b]Black Horizon: Smoke and Mirrors[/b]
[img]http://www.unmuseum.org/marsmoon.jpg[/img]
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The alarm blasted across the ship. Something was wrong. Very wrong. That alarm wasn't supposed to go off unless the ship and crew were in very mortal danger. Allan sat up. Avlen jumped off of the bed and look around very confused. Allen pulled on his pants and bounded over to the intercom.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone to your stations! This is a code red emergency!!" He didn't even know what was going on, much less why the alarms had gone off. "Get to your station Avlen." He kissed her quickly and ran out of the room toward the bridge, pulling on a shirt in the hall. He heard his door open and Avlen heading the other way. The alarm blared. He ran to the bridge and jumped through the doors before they were even finished opening. "What's going on?!" Sam was in the pilots seat, fighting with the controls and. Everyone else was either at their station or watching through the front viewport as Deimos loomed into view.

[b]Sam-[/b] "Allen! The ships lost all thrusters! Deimos' gravity is pulling us in! I can't stop us or avoid it! we're going to ******* crash!!" Allen's face drained of color. He ran to the intercom.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone! Get to the gravpouches ASAP and set them to crash-landing! We're going down! Repeat, we are going down!" Everyone on the bridge ran from the room and to the pods they had gotten out of not even a day ago. Allen bounded into the room and waited for the rest of the crew. Gabriella came in last, half-carrying Rawson. He helped her get him into a pod and got into one himself. She closed her pod and he closed his. The liquid, this time a pink color, poured in. The wall opposite them burst into sparks. The gel covered Allens head. [i]God... I hope I live... I need to finish th-[/i]

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Allen opened his eyes and realized he couldn't breathe. His lungs tried to fill with molecules that just weren't coming. He decided he must be in some kind of facility, for there was lighting, tables, carts, blood and some of his crew. He attempted to inhale again and was relieved when he got a little air. The world swam in front of his eyes with the sudden burst of air his brain got.

[b]?-[/b] "Careful... You've been out for a few hours." Allen sank back down to the table and replayed what probably happened in his mind. The pods hardened and braced themselves for impact. They hit Deimos, probably somewhere close to Deimos Colony One. The ship was tattered, maybe even destroyed, and the pods were probably the only surviving components. He turned his head and saw only four of his crew. Van, Trini, Gabriella, and Rawson... How the hell did he survive... So many gone... The pods are great devices, but not fullproof. Especially when going at the speed they were... After impact, the gel usually breaks out of the casing and is ejected from the ship. If there is breathable atmosphere it melts away. If not, then it stays on in a inch thick layre and keeps the person in stasis until breathable atmosphere is found. They had probably landed outside, held in stasis until whoever this was had brought them in.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Thankyou..."[/size]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]"H..p!! This is..Chubb..of the United...Force...we're going do....I repeat...going down!!"

"Hello?! Who is this? Hello?!"

|-silence-|

"Fuck!"[/b]

[i]What will you do? Will you help them?[/i]

[b]"I-I don't know. What will happen to them? Do you think their in that much danger?"[/b]

[i]It appears that they are. He sounded desperate..[/i]

[b]"I have to help."[/b]

[i]How will you help them..?[/i]

[b]"I don't know, but I can't just let them-[/b]"

[i]But of course you can..didn't you just leave your last crew...?[/i]

[b]"Shut up! You don't know what I went through for them! And I'm going to help this crew..whether you like it or not,"[/b] with that note, she darts from the shadow and into the tunnel.

Her eyes follow the skylights in the ceiling, searching. And there it was, a massive ship plummeting straight for the tunnel.

[b]''Oh my God.."[/b] she stopped to watch in awe, [b]"...un..believable.."

Seconds past in a blink of her eye as the crippled ship plowed into the colony. Her heart raced violently as her feet dug into the stone floor.[/b]

[i]Beware of the leader...Space has given him grave misfortune...[/i]

[b]|-Minutes later-|[/b]

The sound of groans and flames filled the tunnel. The temperature grew fiercely hot as she rounded the corridor. The intense blast forced her back impulsively.

[b]"No one could have survived..."[/b]

Carefully, she edged her way closer; scanning the area for any signs of life. Molted metal spewed from what she estimated to be the engine's section; creaks and crackling, popping and sputtering from steel being forced to submit to the flame; the ship was being burned alive. Unknowingly, she ventured further. Her eyes caught a body of a man, and he was moving.

[b]"..help..my ship...we're going dow.."[/b] his hand, badly burned, reached out to her.

[b]"Don't worry..I'll take care of you,"[/b] she gazed about to find four more bodies, [b]"And your crew."[/b]

|-Hours later in the Colony 1's Laboratory Sector-|

[b]"Wha.."[/b] the man reached for his head, failing miserably to lift himself.

[b]"Careful, you've been out for a few hours,"[/b] she gently help the man lay back down.

[b]"Th-thank you.."

"You're safe, get some rest. Your crew,"[/b] she stands, [b]"are safe as well, but are badly injured..as are you."[/b]

The woman stood from her position next to him and walked around the room to examine the crew. His eyes followed her; confusion, anger, and hope filled those watery eyes. She checked vital signs and smiled on three. The fourth, a pretty male, was not giving her the satisfaction she needed.

[b]"All of your crew, except for this one, is doing well. They should be waking pretty soon...except him."

"I-is he dead?''

"No, but I'm sure he will beg for it for the next few days. Hm..what is his name.."[/b]
she digs through the man's garments to find a wallet. Carefully and tenderly, she sifts through the contents to find a shred of evidence; his identification card.

[b]"Rawson..."[/b] the man on the table breathed.

[b]"Yes. Your friend 'Rawson' here will take longer to recover. His wounds are critical and he may have internal wounds. So, I cannot move him for a long time. It was risky to move him from the wreck...In fact, it took me hours to move him. When you woke up, I had just lain him on the table."

"Who a-are...?"

"My name is Vivian D'Andros. And you are?"

"Allen..Chubb.."

"Rest, Allen...I'll watch over you and your crew."[/b]
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Okay, I don't know if that's what you were looking for Core..but it's something. PM me to let me know if I have to change/add something..[/color][/size]

[Hinata]

[COLOR=Indigo][FONT=Arial]

[I]It had only took her and Van a few minutes to get comfortable with each others bodies. Light kisses here and there. His hands on her. Her hands on him. Her skin felt so hot, that the cool wall of the shower not only shocked her but excited her. She felt herself melding with him. Her moans growing as they continued.

Only a few more minutes, she reassured herself. Hoping that no one would enter and catch them in such a revealing manner. Thier behavior made it seem like high school all over again and she smiled as she looked into his eyes. She kissed him once more and she felt herself nearing the edge.

She said his name in a pleading manner, her body begging for release.....

The alarm blared through the room, shocking both Trini and Van seperating them.[/I]

"What's that..."

"Sh*t, Van screamed grabbing Trini's arm." Let's go it's something with..."

Before Van had a chance to finish Allen came over the intercom. They through on what they could hearing the announcement and moved into the halls. They moved in unison, and heard Allen's second announcement.

"This doesn't sound good at all." Trini said as her and Van moved to the pods their clothes and hair still wet from the showers.

It took them less than thirty seconds to get to the pods. They saw Allen and he acknowledged them with only a nod as he looked out for the rest of the crew, making sure they all made it in time.

Van set up is pod while Trini did the same, he looked at her briefly and she hurriedly kissed him on the lips before she jumped into the pod.

"See you later." She spoke entering the pod and hitting the button. The fluid filled in quickly and she could only close her eyes, and let it surround her. The only thing on her mind now was just hoping that they all made it.

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She felt nothing, she saw nothing. She only slept. She wasn't sure how long it had been. She heard voices first and felt her sense begin to wake up from being in that gel. She rolled over and began to open her eyes. Slowly at first, the light around her a little too bright for her liking.

As they opened and focused on the room she new it to be unfamilar and began to turn in bed once more looing around and letting her eyes focus. Trini tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain in her side.


"Ouch," she said and exhaled harshly as she sat up.

"NO! No.."

Trini heard an unfamilar voice and turned her head to the source immediately.

"What..where am I?" Trini spoke but the pain in her side stopped her from speaking to much. It felt like a bruised rib, but she let the pain go on, holding her side to help it some.

"Please, lay back down."

Trini looked at the woman noteing her features and somewhat ignoring her comment.

"Can you tell me..."

"The ship went down, all of you are okay, just banged up some."

"I see.."Trini said trying to laugh and stopped feeling that pain once more in her side. She grunted the last of her sentence. "And feel it." She exhaled lightly and took in another breathe. Feeling the pain die down just a little.

"Please rest Ms.."

"Angelos." She answered quickly. "Trini Angelos."

"Yes, Trini. Please rest."

Trini nodded and laid back down in bed, but unable to go back to sleep, she stayed looking around the room her eyes glancing over everyone else in bed. She wanted so bad to get up and help. But she figured the young lad would be very insistent that she didn't and make her get back into bed. Soon her memories took her away. THinking of any and everything to keep her mind occupied. She yawned and slowly as she kept thinking of things, she fell back off to sleep. [/I][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][I]Van's breathing was ragged, everything seemed to be moving at a slower rate, voices reduced to dull echoes. His eyes opened slowly, he was drawing in sharp breaths, the room was spinning, he felt like he was going to throw up... something was definitely wrong. His eyes rolled up into his head, his mind shifted back to the before the crash, the warmth of Trini's body against his, the beat of the water from the shower. Allen's voice sounded over the warning klaxon, their moment of bliss was shattered, they had to move quickly. His mind skipped to the Pod room, the feel of Trini's lips against his, "Don't worry Trini, we'll make it..." His eyes opened again to the real world, he felt a hand slip into his, the warmth of the blood brought his mind back.[/I]

[b]Vivian:[/b] My name is Vivian, can you hear me ?

[I]Van still couldn't talk, it felt like there was something jammed in his throat, he squeezed her hand to tell her that he could. Hoarsely he tried to make some kind of sound, but all that came out was a mix of vomit and blood, he rolled over, a sharp pain ran across his left arm. Emptying the foul concoction from his throat, his breathing returned to some state of normality although the pain in his arm was just as intense.[/i]

[b]Van:[/b] W..er... Wa...er..

[I]He coughed again, trying to bring up more of the vomit from his throat, within moments he could feel the splash of cold water down his throat, it seemed to soothe it, allowing him to speak.[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] My name is Van... [[I]Takes a breath[/I]] How are the others ?

[b]Vivian:[/b] We found five alive from the crash... You, two other men and two women.

[I]Van's mind rushed, who had survived, was Trini alright ?Was Allen alright ? He tried to move to see who was there, but she held him down. He knew he needed his rest, he was a doctor, his injuries were probably severe from the crash. But if Trini and Allen hadn't survived it would probably be easier to die here and now. He tried to move his left arm again but the same sharp pain ran from his shoulder, he gritted his teeth in pain, a small groan echoing from his throat. Slowly he rose, using his one good hand to steady himself of the metal slab, his vision was still fuzzy, but after a moment or two the spinning seemed to stop.

His eyes moved over the survivors, Rawson, Allen and Trini, he thanked God, but at the same time he knew that Sam was gone, tears flowed from his eyes, stinging them, they had come this far and now they were all alone. His gaze met Vivian's their hands were still intertwined, she was frowning at him, obviously she had wanted him to lay still. His feet were bare, apart from the torn remnants of his socks, the ground was cold, it sent a shiver up his spine. He moved quickly to the bed that Trini was lying on, she was asleep with a few bruises but she looked OK, next he moved onto Allen, although slowly shuffled would be a better description.

His legs were fairly burned, though they could have been much worse, a whitish salve was already applied. Van took his hand from Vivian's and ran it along Allen's forehead, a smile crept along his friend's mouth along with his typical humour.[/I]

[b]Allen:[/b] [[I]Grins[/I]] You look like shit.

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Coughs[/I]] I look better than you, always have, always will.

[I]He leaned down against Allen's bunk, they needed to speak for a moment in private.[/I][/SIZE]

[Corey]

[size=1][i]Goddam it feels good to write again.[/i]
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Allen half sat up on his bunk, the burns on his legs protesting strongly. Van had leaned down close, obviously in a lot of pain himself. Their savior Vivian was busy dressing Gabriellas wounds and giving hurried little glances at Van. She was noticably worried that he was up and around. Rawson groaned and stirred a bit, but nothing more.

[b]Van-[/b] "Allen... This changes a lot." Allen nodded, for the first time feeling the extreme stiffness of his neck. He momentarily let his mind wander to if one could get whiplash from crashing in a pod.

[b]Allen-[/b] "I know Van..." He coughed. "We lost the entire SEALS team. We're at a major disadvantage." Allen glanced around again, and noticed for the first time that they seemed to be in the colonies mess hall. "We're in Deimos One." He pointed over to a wall. It had the rooms designation number and 'DC01' (Deimos Colony 01) underneath that. "This is where the bulk of the colonist lived. We might be able to find a few weapons, but not a lot. Food shouldn't be a problem. Neither should clothes." He looked down his body and noted that he was still in pod attire. Allen grimaced and wondered how much of the stuff was still hidden in his less visible areas.

[b]Van-[/b] "That's not what I meant... And I think you know it." He looked down at Allen, leveling his eyes and not blinking. Allen, after a moment, broke the stare and looked down. He sighed.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... I know..." Allen thought back to when he had been staring out of the porthole on the ship. How Deimos had seemed... Dim... Like if you looked hard enough, long enough, it might disappear. And Allen could feel it. It creeped down his throat and grabbed at his heart, making it feel strained. He could feel it all around him, like an invisible fog. If you thought about it too much, it felt like it could almost be suffocating. "There's something very wrong here... Don't tell anyone else. We need to keep this between us. If we don't panic, we might live long enough to find out what it is..."[/size]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][i]Well, now you've done it, Vivian..I warned you..This man and his crew are dangerous..they bring..[/i]

[b]"Shut up!"[/b] Vivian burst aloud.

Her fists tightly curled in anger as she looked about the room. Her hope that no one had paid any attention was shattered. She felt the gazes of Allen and Van.

[b]"I didn't say a word.."[/b] Van blinked dumbfoundedly.

[b]"Nor did I..''[/b] Allen shook his head.

The two men stared blankly at Vivian for a moment, awaiting her explaination. Vivian figeted slightly, their gaze set her uneased.

[b]"I-I thought I heard Rawson say something..and I, I just had to-"[/b] Vivian started but was fortunately cut off.

[b]"V-Van..."[/b] Trini slowly sat up on her table.

Her face lit up as she spotted Van and Allen. Vivian smiled at the three's relieved expressions. She had no heart to tell them to stop moving. Van struggled to walk over to Trini on his own, but Vivian would not step in to help. He needed to do this on his own. The two embraced, thankful to see one another alive.

[b]"I was..worried about you, Trini.."

"I'm fine...I'm fine.."[/b] Trini's voice crackled as tears filled her eyes.

Vivian sat quietly on an empty table. Trini's shaking voice and Van's comforting words echoed in the vast room. The mood nearly brought Vivian to tears; she looked away to avoid this.

[b]"Vivian..Where are the other colonists?"[/b] Allen propped himself on his elbows.

[b]"...gone."[/b]

Allen narrowed his eyes, but Vivian did not notice.

[i]Why won't you tell him, Vivian? I think he would love to know..[/i]

[b]"I know...I know."

''You know what?"[/b] Allen questioned sternly.

[b]"U-uh, I know what you must be thinking."

"You do?"

"Yes, you must be thinking that...the colony has been evacuated.."[/b]

Allen merely stared. His eyes sharpened their focus on Vivian.

[i]He thinks you are crazy, my dear..He thinks you are hiding something from him..and you are..[/i]

She sighs heavily, clasping her knees to her chest.

[b][i]Leave me alone..[/b][/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee Ryan swung down from her post and landed with a dull thud on the metal plated walkway. Her no nonsense boots made very little noise as she walked towards the sickbay, the place where they were holding the USAF people that had crash landed without warning and without ceremony.

"Earth to the rescue..."

She had watched their descent, but it wasn't her job to do that. She saw their insignia, she knew they were scheduled to arrive. More or less.

But lately her job as Cheif of Security wasn't making too much sense anymore. What was she going to watch and take care of? Vivian? And now there were people who could take much better care of things than she could. So much for her career out here in hell. Her family would be real proud.

"Yes Mom, I'm on a massacred colony of people that had no idea what they were getting into, me included. I'm one of a miniscule ammount of survivors that really should be dead considering all we've been through."

She tugged her uniform into place once more and walked through the double swinging doors to the sickbay. Vivian looked up and smiled slightly. She looked worn, Geneefee made a mental note to check up on that later. In the meantime, she turned her attention towards who she knew was the Captain in charge of this whole mess.[/i][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[size=1][I]Tears streamed down Van's face as he kissed Trini's hand gently, he knew she'd have made it out alive, something inside him just told him that. He could feel his own wounds healing, the rate of cellular repair for Van was far beyond that of a normal human, at least it was the day he came back from [b]there[/b]. Something about this place was rekindling those parts of his systems, last time they'd made him younger, healed up his most sever injuries within moments. Hell he'd had a dodgy heart four months ago, and now it was working like a new clock. A large gash on his left leg had now almost healed itself completely, thank God nobody was looking or likeliness was he'd get shot. His eyes met Trini's and he realised she'd been watching his leg too, internally he groaned, the last thing he wanted to do was worry her.[/I]

[b]Trini:[/b] [[I]Quietly[/I]] It's happening again isn't it ?

[b]Van:[/b] I don't know... something about this place is like the Bladerunner, and I think I know what that something is...

[I]Van squeezed her hand, his injuries were now merely blood-covered skin, and once he washed it off he'd look right as rain. Using his free hand he rubbed the left side of his face, he never wanted to be back in this position again, he'd wanted to take Trini back to Ireland with him and settle down. Vivian was still talking to Allen, thank God for that, he'd have to pretend to be injured for a while more to keep down suspicion. Hobbling across he had a look at Gabriella, his breathing was heavy, fear moved through every inch of his being, they would come soon and he knew it. Gabriella's wounds were probably the second least severe, apart from a few bruises and maybe a broken leg she'd be fine. He just hoped this dump had a decent Medical Bay or they'd be pretty fucked.[/I]

[b]Van:[/b] [[I]Coughs twice[/I]] Vivian... [[I]Rubs forehead[/I]] Are there any medical supplies around here ? This woman's leg is broken and I need something to heal the fracture.

[b]Vivian:[/b] Sure, most of the equipment is kept in those storage units over there.

[I]Van nodded in thanks, as he was moving over to the units he noticed a new person had entered the room, another colonist, he hoped she knew how to handle a weapon. She gave him a brief glance was he shifted awkwardly towards the containers, she'd moved over to Allen, probably knew he was the Captain from the ship. Most of the containers were from Earth companies, some of them Van had even done research for, he moved over a few before finding one labelled [b]MedTech[/b]. "Perfect" he thought, removing one of the devices from it's slot, this was exactly what he needed for treating Gabriella.[/I][/size]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]"Van, be careful,"[/b] Vivian rose from her curled position and quickly moved to help the doctor lift the box.

[b]"I assure you, Miss Vivian, I am just fine,"[/b] Van smiled in appreciation, [b]"However, I will not deny a helping hand. My arm is still a shy devil."[/b]

Van chuckled half-heartedly as the box leaned to his left. Vivian nodded and lifted the left side of the box. The two slowly made their way next to Gabriella's bedside. Van began to sift through the contents of gauze bandages and splints. Vivian assissted with finding the alchohol pads and antibacterial ointments. She began to clean Gabriella's wounds as Van patched the open wounds.

[b]"Vivian, dear, could you pass me the-ah!"[/b] Van dropped the bandages and clutched at his left forearm.

Vivian reached out to examine his arm, finding not one scratch. Van massaged his arm, shaking his head.

[b]"Perhaps it was just a muscle spasm, or a pinched nerve. I am an old man, right?"[/b] Van joked, [b]"Please, continue to tend to her wounds. Now, as I was asking; could you hand me the snips?"[/b]

Vivian handed Van the chrome scissors, keeping a concerned eye on his left arm and hand.

[i]There's something strange about this doctor...I can sense [b]it[/b] in him Vivian..[/i]

[b]"Are you alright, dear?"[/b] Van's smiling face broke Vivian's contemplation.

[b]"O-oh, yes. I am fine,"[/b] Vivian began to clean up the trash of discarded bandages and alchohol pads.

[b]"You are still around, Miss D'Andros?"[/b] Geneefee spoke quietly.

Vivian nearly nodded slightly in her direction.

[b]"It is good to see that you are. Where is your crew?"[/b] Geneefee slid to Vivian's side.

[b]"They are gone.."

"Where did they go?"[/b] Geneefee smiled.

[b]"[i]They[/i]..they just disappeared,"[/b] Vivian spun around to face the specialist.

The two women stared at one another for what seemed to be hours. Trini gave an uneasy glance at Allen.

[b]"Just, disappeared?"[/b] Allen cautiously rose to his feet.

[b]"Yes. Without a trace. Everyone disappeared without a single clue,"[/b] Vivian rubbed her temples.

[b]"Except for you two?"[/b] Trini scrunched her brow in confusion.

[b]"Why would that be, Vivian?"[/b] Van narrowed his eyes.

[b]"Because I wasn't here when.."

"When what?"[/b] Trini sat up.

[b]"When [i]it[/i] was found..and awoken,"[/b] Geneefee perched herself on an empty table.

[b]" 'It'? You mean the [i]Event Horizon[/i]!?''[/b] Allen nearly fell over.

Vivian rushed to catch Allen under the arm.

[b]"Yes, the [i]Event Horizon[/i],"[/b] Vivian aided Allen to sit down.

[b]"Vivian, you said you weren't here in the colony when the events of the cursed ship stirred. Where were you?"[/b] Allen folded his arms.

[b]"I was in Colony Section II at the time of the horrific occurance. The events of that ship affected that section as well..and I fled back here to warn everyone. But, there was no one left to warn. That is when I met with Geneefee,"[/b] Vivian gestured.

[i]You didn't tell them why you were over in Section II....why?[/i]

Vivian again massaged at her temples.

[i]..stupid girl, you cannot get rid of me that easily..Not until you do as you promised..[/i][/color][/size]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969]Several wounds had not been bandaged as Vivian, the saviour of the crew, spoke about Colony Section II. Gabriella winced as she tried to step down off of the bed that she was sitting upon. Van reached to grab her hand but it was stopped by Vivian as she watched this girl step down. It was unnatural to see a survivor with many wounds be able to move around so effortlessly.

Holding onto her side, Gabriella looked to Vivian and knew that there was something strange with her. She then looked to Allen and the others, then to another girl in the room. Her name was Geneefee and she looked to Allen and Vivian, then to Gabriella, who had a hard time standing up and breathing, but cared for nothing. She looked to Allen once more.

[B]"You should get the rest of your wounds dressed, Gabriella."

"I'd rather be in pain than sit around and do nothing."[/B]

Gabriella had her hand on the bed that was behind her and still held her side. It pained her to speak or to breath, yet she managed to suppress it. Van looked to Allen who looked to Gabriella. She was stubborn and determined, there was nothing that would change her mind.[/size][/color]

[Corey]

[size=1]Allen nodded as Gabriella continued to stand. He had answered in a monotonous voicing of words, and now he sat down on the floor extremely hard, his legs no longer able to support his weight.

[b]Allen-[/b] "God..." He stared off into space, thought of the Event Horizon flooding his mind. It had been destroyed... They watched it blow up... NASA confirmed it. A bright flash of white light... Debris had been collected that matched the composition of the hull...

[b]Van-[/b] "Allen! Allen are you ok?!" The voices were distant. Almost too far away to hear. His vision had dimmed to the point that it seemed everything was foggy, or maybe enveloped in a snowblind. It didn't matter...

[b]Vivian-[/b] "Captain Chubb? Allen?"The Event Horizon... Here... It was destroyed. But... [i]We didn't see it destroyed... No. We were already in stasis. We never saw it explode... We were already in stasis...[/i] His vision suddely turned a violent shade of red. Dark shapes danced across what he could see. One of the shadows walked toward him. The body was completely black, but the eyes... The eyes were a bright blue..

[b]??-[/b] "Captain Chubb. You're beginning to get on our nerves." It stopped walking. The red of the place seemed to deepen until it was almost the color of blood. The red seemed to pulse, to breathe... "We're giving you this one chance to leave." The voice had a british accent... He knew that voice. "We'll spare you, even take you, your crew, and the survivors of this moon to another hospitible planet. You'll be safe for millions of years. Just agree to leave." Allen shook his head.

[b]Allen-[/b] [i]No Weir... We won't leave. We will destroy you and every possible way you have into this dimension.[/i] Another shadow came up from behind Weir. The shape looked familiar. Very familiar...

[b]Weir-[/b] "So be it." Allen snapped awake, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes, and his sight anchored on Van directly in front of him. His body was shaking, almost seizure-like and he could feel a pen in his mouth. Allen spit it out and forced his body to calm down.

[b]Van-[/b] "Allen... Are you ok..." Allen nodded. "Go get some water. Someone."[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee moved away quickly and seemingly glided to the sink. She pulled a bottle from the cupboard and filled it to the brim with tap water. Then she quietly dropped in two iodine tablets and waited for it to settle. She walked back and held it to Allen's lips.

He drank slowly and she held his head steady. When he was done, she set it down on the counter and wiped his lips with her sleeve. Van looked at her gratefully.[/i]

"Why the iodine?"

"We couldn't adapt to the water here. It made everyone sick."

"....you would think we could, but we were never able to adapt to lots of things here, even when we had help."

[i]Vivian looked a bit forlorn when she she said this, and her movements spoke volumes.

Geneefee was silent, then sat down next to the Captain and looked at her hands.[/i]

"So what is the plan?"[/COLOR]

[Hinata]

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Trini slid off her bed slowly, ignoring the pain that was beginning to make itself more apparent with every movement. Her side felt as is someone stuck a knife in them ans was slowly twisting the blade making her realize the excuriating pain every time she moved.

Everyone had gone to help Allen at the time and she was appreciative of it, she didn't want anyone to stop her. She glanced over her body seeing what had really happened, her legs and arms had many bruises and her ankle....

"Damn," she felt it as she put her weight on it. It was either sprained or something in there was torn. She hoped to God that is was the less serious of the two. She shook the thought from her mind and just used the bed as support to help her get closer to Allen's bed. She walked slowly limping a bit and moving to the bed next to hers.

Van saw her moving towards them as Allen sat up and drank the water. He looked very well shaken and she had to listen in.

Van stepped towards her seeing her limp and reached for her, wanting to help. She was one bed away from Allen, Van and the others. She shook her head. She glanced to his leg and he knew what she was saying. She didn't want him to risk showing what was happening with his body and he moved back, allowing her to move. She switched her hand to the Allen's bed and leaned there for a little while regaining her composure and trying her best to ease the pain. An etended exhale was released as she stood there for a moment Van placing his hand on her shoulder and rubbing it.

She stood there trying to gain relief waiting to hear Allen's plan. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]The room fell to silence. Allen slowly gaining his strength, Trini stubbornly fights her pain, Van watching carefully, Gabriella slowly coming to, Geneefee observing her surroundings, and then there's Vivian. She stood apart from the group, vigorously massaging her face to rid her fatigue.

[b]"Vivian, deary, perhaps you should be the one to get some rest?"[/b] Van chuckled.

[b]"You are right, but I just wanted to make sure-"[/b] Vivian started.

[b]"They will be just fine, Viv. Go get rest,"[/b] Geneefee placed a hand on Vivian's tensed shoulder.

She looks around the room to make sure everyone was in decent shape. With a slow nod, Vivian began to walk towards the airlocked doors. The group began to talk about what happened and what they were thinking about what may have caused the ship to crash.

[i]You know you won't be able to sleep..so why even lie to them?

[b]Please, let me sleep just this once...[/b]

But, you will be alone again..you don't want that, do you?

[b]Just this once...please..[/b][/i]

Her finger's fumbled to access the door's security code. Her vision began to blur and unfocus; it seemed as if the room grew larger and shrunk everything inside. She blinked rapidly to adjust her vision, but failed with a dizzy headache.

[b]"Vivian?"[/b] Trini called out.

Her hand on the door, Vivian panted heavily and she sunk to her knees, gasping for breath. Her body trembled in a cold sweat.

[b]"I'll..I'll be fine. I just had one of those dizzy spells,"[/b] Vivian shrugged before slumping onto the door, [b]"Boy, I really need some rest, huh?"

"Are you going to need some help to your quarters? Whoa buddy.."[/b] Allen tried to stand, but quickly sat back down, [b]"Because, I'm sure good ol' Van wouldn't mind helping you out.."[/b]

Allen patted Van's knee, who laughed at his commadre. Vivian chuckled but pleasantly turned down the offer.

[b]"I'll be okay, really guys. You take it easy. Geneefee will help you with anything,"[/b] Vivian slowly climbed to her feet, [b]"If you need me, my quarters is just three doors down to the left of this room."[/b]

Vivian accessed the security code, the door buzzed. The airlock hissed softly as Vivian pulled on the handle. The door shut quickly behind her with a thud and hiss. The hallway was quiet and dim. A slight hum from the colony's electricity was the only sound that filled the hall. Three doors down on the left a tag identified her room:

[b]Vivian D'Andros, Cpt.[/b]

Again with an access code, Vivian's door gently opened. Her room was simple, quaint. Metallic decor. Greys and whites. The only colorful object was a stuffed animal. It was a tattered, worn out, pink cat. The stuffed animal was all that Vivian had left from her home on Earth. It was her first gift from her biological father. She was six years old when he gave it to her, and it has never left her side.

Yawning and stretching, Vivian flopped onto her mattress and curled into the fetal position. Her pink cat is hugged tightly to her breast. It had been months since Vivian had actually slept...ever since [i]it[/i] had awoken. [i]It[/i] had been the cause of her insomnia. [i]It[/i] had never left her alone.

Slowly, Vivian's eyelids drooped and weighed down. She nodded off once, and fell asleep. Sleep, who had become a stranger to Vivian, was finally craddling her.

[i]Yes, sleep Vivian...Sleep is where you can escape the people [b]around[/b] you...but sleep is where you cannot hide completely..[/i][/color][/size]

[Corey]

[size=1]Allen could feel everyones eyes on him. Again ther were looking to him for guidance. So was the life of a leader. But how were you supposed to trust your own judgement when everyone keeps dying. Last mission he lost all but three. This mission he only has three, and only two from the last mission... How many more...

[b]Allen-[/b] "Jesus Christ..." He rubbed his eyes, suddenly rather weary. "Ok... First off," he removed is hands from his eyes, "they know we're here. That little fit I just threw? Weir was having a chat with me." Van and Trini looked alarmed. "Yeah, you guys remember him. William Weir was was the man that created the Event Horizon and the engine, the Gravity Drive, that powers it. But instead of working like it was meant to, it ripped a hole in our dimension and took the ship to a dimesion of pure chaos." Allen glanced at Van. "We thought we destroyed it on our last mission, but I guess we were wrong. It must have fired it's engine right before detonation... The ship is alive and serves as a medium between dimensions. It can bring things in, but we have to assume it can take things out aswell." Allen rubbed his eyes again. "But how'd it end up inside this fucking moon..." He brought his hands down and repostioned on the bed he was sitting on.

[b]Geneefee-[/b] "So what are we going to do about it. The things it 'brought in' killed people on both colonies. We're the only ones left as far as I know." Allen looked at his feet, he was still, for some uncomprehensible reason, in his stasis attire. He looked around tiredly, and figured there were no clothes in here and that that was the reason.

[b]Allen-[/b] "I don't know... We're going to have to find a way to destroy it for good this time."

[b]Van-[/b] "Maybe sever the power cables before setting the detonation process. That way the Gravity Drive couldn't power up." Allen shook his head.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Nothing is for sure. Even if we did stop the power flow, it might still power up. The ship isn't governed by our physics anymore." Allen rubbed his eyes again. "I think we're going to need quarters. The facility seems safe enough for now." Allen got off of the bed and felt how sore and stiff he was from the crash. He hobbled over to Van and whispered in his ear. "If you feel anything weird, let me know right away. I know you can sence them." He patted Van on the back and walked out of the room. He turned left and walked up to a room with a nameplate on it. "Well Sgt. Linney, I hope you don't mind I'm making myself at home." He entered a security code he hoped would work, and watched the door slide open. Allen dragged himself over the expance and fell on the bed, asleep almost before he was comfortable.[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Geneefee made sure everyone was comfortable, then s he armed the whole system one more time, ran a security sweep and check, then entered her own quarters and collapsed into bed. An inert lump.

With her face pressed deep into the pillow, she moaned very loudlly, her noise echoing and richocheting off of the walls. She clutched her body pillow to her chest and groaned again, hoping to relieve the exhaustion and stress mounting on her.

"A group. A skeleton group. Not enough to make a change."

She turned her head and rolled over, looking up at the ceiling. It was bare, metal, devoid of life. How she longed that her husband was there. Her dead husband. Back on earth. She looked back, tilting her head up.

"We're doomed. Aren't we?"

"No."

She smiled to herself. There's always hope. If she had learned anything from her family with deep Chinese roots, there was always hope.[/i][/COLOR]

[Hinata]

[COLOR=Navy][FONT=Arial]Allen's speech was a brief as always leaving Trini's mind to wander. Her body had loss the sense of pain but when she shuffled in place, all the memories returned with astounding renewal.

"Ahhh....Shit." Trini gripped the sheets on Allen's now empty bed and Van and Gabrielle stared at her. Van moving to support her.

Geneefee seeing them uncomfortable showed them all a more better accomidating room. Gabrielle was placed in an empt crew room and Trini was placed arcoss the hall. Van was shown a room but shose to enter Trini's quarters more so concerned with her physicall well being than rest.

As the door closed behind them He moved her quickly to the bed his streght fuly regenerated. She had almost forgotten what was going on with him and was shocked momentarily. He helped her out of her pants. Van studied the bruises on her legs and the black and blue spot on her swollen ankle. He toucched it as well before moving to a nearby sink. He wet it and walked back to her placing the cool garment on her ankle.

"Looks like a bad sprain." He said wrapping her ankle he face tensing as he did so.

"Still feels like hell," she said as he stared into her eyes.

"You know your mouth is coming up with all these foul words...."

She leaned in and kissed him quickly, her reaction to the pain ignored until after she broke the kiss. Her arms went instictively around his neck and he kissed her back. She laif her head on his shoulder and and she began to cry once again. This time not due to the pain.

She thought of all her friends she had just lost. Feeling terrible for them. Thier faces popping up in her mind. Van unhooked her from him and moved into bed with her. He laid down and moved her with him. Knowing the pain must be taking its toll. He decided it was the best way to make her relax. She laid in his arms. Her back to him his arms around her torso hugging her trying to comfort her as she cried.

Her tears didn't relent. They kept swelling into her eyes. The pain all but stabbing into her as she wailed out, but soon they subided her body and mind exhausted. There in Van's arms she fell asleep. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[Andrew]

Corey said it was ok for me to post. I look forward to doing this again.

[I]All was quiet...

The room echoed of silence and was covered with nothing. The drab metallic coverings everywhere made the room feel more like a box than a room. The bed wasn’t exactly comfortable John thought as he moaned into the world of reality. He had been sleeping for a while he decided after surveying the clock and had been woken by horrific visions of maiming. It wasn’t that these images were disturbing, well at least not to John, but that they kept him awake.

His mind was too active these days, even with the lack of activity and interaction. John had grown accustomed to not touching or feeling anything or anyone and only getting involved in his work and his drink. Immediately he opened a can that was sitting next to his flat metal surface that served as a bed (yet felt more like an operating table). When the killings started John had not been afraid he had instantly gone looking for death hoping that he would then be reunited with his family. Of course he had pondered on suicide for some time after the deaths and recently but decided against it as being a weakness. Obviously death had taken as many victims as was needed.[/I]

[B]Nonsense![/B]


[I]John wiped the dripping sweat from his brow as he gazed into the mirror and attempted to pull back up his matted hair. By now the gel had lost most of its hold and his hair now looked a colossal mess. He dragged himself from his death like state and decided it was time to go looking again. His door breezed open and he left the room.[/I]

[B]Why are the brave always the first to die?[/B]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][i][b]|--"This is mutiny!"

"Yes, mutiny, Cpt. D'Andros."

"But why!? I've done nothing to deserve this!"[/b]

A mass of twenty or so men glared. All were armed with pistols and whatever blunt objects they could carry. Encircling Vivian with a hunger. A hunger not of lust and longing; but rather, a hunger for her downfall. All bound and determined to rid Vivian of their lives.

[b]"You've taken us far enough with this mission! We are tired of waiting! We want our families, and you tell us that you cannot grant us communications!"[/b] a stouty man spoke for all.

"I have no control over the fucking communications!"[/b] Vivian, armed with a .45 Magnum, eyed her rebels with careful consideration.

[b]"Bullshit!"[/b] the man's voice bellowed and echoed off of the steel walls, his fist shaking in anger, [b]"I'm tired of this place. There is a serious issue that you did not mention about this fucking Hell hole! And now we want to leave."

"I cannot do that, or I would have sent you all to your families long ago,"[/b] Vivian tried to sway the tension.

The men felt no wave of compassion, and slowly began to close in on Vivian. However, she did not falter. Her body stood proudly and rigid. Not a single muscle flinched.

[b]"You are a lying cunt. You brought us out here to be lab rats! You were planning on leaving us here to die!"

"Absolutely not,"[/b] Vivian's eyes narrowed, her voice rumbled within her breast.

Minutes passed in a deathly silence. The men glanced around the room, questioning eachother of what they were supposed to do. Vivian shifted her eyes at every single one of them, her Magnum steadily following her stare. Sweat beading on their faces, dripping into their eyes. Vivian noticed they all constantly blinked, trying to force the stinging salt of their sweat from their eyes.

[b]"C'mon, Vivian. You are severely outnumber-"

"You will address me as your officer, Sgt. Linney,"[/b] Vivian's wrist rotated to point the powerful gun horizontally, [b]"And outnumbered or not..everyone of you will die. If not by my hand, then by his..."

"What? Who are you referring to?''[/b]

A curling smile crept across Vivian's face. The crowd of men slowly stepped back.

[b]"Him...he's coming for all of us,''[/b] Vivian swung her arms about the room carelessly.

The men shouted and ducked. Vivian slumped over, hacking and gasping for breath. Then, with a sudden breath of air, she roared with laughter. Her actions frightened the men gravely. This was not the behavior of the Vivian they had known. No, this was not Vivian; her eyes told them so.

[b]"I am coming for you all...retribution will at my hands,"[/b] the estranged Vivian stared lovingly at her hands before returning her attention to the men, [b]"And what a bloody fucking satisfaction it will be.."[/b]

A single shot fired--|[/i]

[b]"No!!"[/b] Vivian shot out of her bed.

Her garments drenched in hot sweat. Her body temperature forced her to vomit and choke. Her vision blurred, swirled, then focused back to normal. Vivian lay on her back to await the dizzyness to fade. The ceiling's grating mimicked a kaleidoscope. Finally, the room stopped spinning. Vivian's mind surfaced from the sickening swimming. She rose to her feet, slowly, and sauntered to a small sink. She peered into the mirror to see blood seeping into the middle of her abdomen.

[b]"What the-"[/b]

[i]Yes, it is just as you think..Sometimes, dreams are so intense, so realistic..that they haunt you even in wake...[/i]

[b]"Am I..going to-"[/b]

[i]Of course not, my dear Vivian...I cannot let go of you..[/i]

An icey breeze caressed Vivian's lips, as if someone where brushing their fingers over them. She shuttered and quickly exited her quarters, the door hissing behind her. She rounded the corner to see Van slipping out of Trini's room.

[b]"Is she alright?"[/b] Vivian folded her arms over the blood spot in her sweater.

Van jumped back slightly, caught off-guard. Vivian walked up to him.

[b]"She's not in a good state of mind, but she'll pull through. She always does,"[/b] Van's fingertips grazed the door, his face worn.

Vivian smiled lightly and moved past Van to continue into the corridor. She was stopped by Van's stern grip on her arm.

[b]"What is on your sweater, Vivian?"[/b] Van stared questionably into Vivian's eyes.

[b]"I don't like jokes, Van,"[/b] she chuckled nervously and tried to pull away from his grip.

[b]"I don't like jokes either. In fact, I despise them..."[/b] Van's hand tightened mercilessly around Vivian's arm.

The two stared at one another. Van wanting answers; Vivian deciding to answer.

[b]"I think we need to talk, my dear,"[/b] Van pulled Vivian harshly down the corridor.

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[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969]Sounds of items being thrown around the room were being heard from inside Gabriella's room. Sounds of punches being thrown at the walls were sounded as well. Gabriella cared not for who heard it, nor did she have any care as to her bleedings hands. She was in rage and frustration, and because of that, Gabriella refused to allow herself to feel pain.

Gabriella punched the wall adjacent to the door and stayed there for a moment, watching the blood trickle down from her knuckles to the wall, down to the ground, creating a small pool of crimson blood. Sweat dripped down and added to the mix of blood, it seemed as though she was crying, but truly she was drowning in sorrow on the inside. Thoughts ran through her mind, wondering why she was doing this, why she felt this way. She had felt this before, long ago, when she was young.

[B][I]"Where's your pacifier, Gabby? Poor MacGuire. Her parents probably dress her like that because they couldn't get a boy."[/B] Cruel laughter came from the voices of a memory. [B]"What's wrong, MacGuire? Are you going to start to cry? Boo hoo."[/B]

The laughter continued and young Gabriella stood with her black backpack. She wore boy's black denim shorts with a boy's NY shirt. Along with her clothing, she wore a black beanie with a cartoon wolf on it. Gabriella was quite the tomboy at her age and she didn't care, nor did her parents. Butit was the neighborhood boys who taunted her always, thinking she was a poor excuse for a girl. They went on and on with the taunting, but little did they know that it had no effect on her.

[B]"Boys like you shouldn't be riding bicycles out on the street at this time of day. It's not safe."[/B] Gabriella spoke up and the boys stopped. They looked to each other then to her. [B]"The world today does not label gender. Nor does it give authority to men, for women also are able to work just as well as men, perhaps even better."[/b]

The difficult wording that came from Gabriella's mouth confused the neighborhood boys. The eldest of the group got off of his bike and walked up to her, nearly threatening her with his size. [B]"What did you say? Are you making fun of me?"[/B]

[B]"Christopher, if I were to "make fun" of you, I would not have said that the world has equal rights. I would have said that you were an ill-considered, senseless, selfish, asinine brat who thinks that boys are better than girls, when surely there is no greater sex."

"Shut up, Gabriella! What do you know? You're just a girl and girls are stupid!"

"Poor, naive Christopher. I see that you try to understand, but then I realize that you are just an ignorant child who thinks the world is his oyster and that men rule the world. I also see that some boys really do descend from dinosaurs. And you know what they say about dinosaurs."[/B] This boy, Christopher, looked on with anger. [B]"They have no means of living because of their hollow minds."[/B]

Standing in front of a red-faced Christopher, Gabriella could not help but laugh in his face. He did not understand a word she had said and she was proud of it. She was the smartest child in the neighborhood and everyone knew it. She cared nothing for whatever anyone said and if anyone had said something rude, she would have a witty remark to fire back. With Christopher, it was way too easy.

Turning around, still chuckling to herself, Gabriella began to walk back to her house, but Christopher ran towards her and pushed her down onto the grass. His friends all jumped off of their bikes and ran towards the two, creating a circle. Enraged, Gabriella stood and turned. Christopher put up his fists in an odd fashion, while Gabriella kept them down.

[B]"That was not nice, Christopher. Just because we girls mature quicker than you boys, does not mean you have to be rude and inconsiderate and push us down. Now, I'm going to go home and I want you to [i]get off of my lawn[/i]."[/B]

Once again, Gabriella turned. This time, Christopher did not push her down, he grabbed her by the shoulder and was about to turn her, when she grabbed his hand and flung him over her shoulder. He stood and punched Gabriella in the face, but this did not stop Gabriella.

[B]"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"[/B] Was all that could be heard over the voices of Christopher and Gabriella, who was enraged from being touched and went into a berserk state. Her mind shut down and all she could think of was getting Christopher back.

The crowd shouted and cheered as the two fought. Christopher constantly tried to punch Gabriella again, but was forced onto the ground each time. He then stood and forced his fist towards her face, but was quickly stopped when Gabriella grabbed his hand and flew her fist into his face. She then kicked and punched, spun and swirled, and soon was on top of Christopher's stomach, literally beating the snot out of him.

[B]"What's going on?! HEY!"[/B]

A voice sounded from the house behind the crowd. The children turned to look and saw Gabriella's dad, standing on the porch, wondering why so many neighborhood kids were standing on their lawn. They were stricken with fear and ran as fast as they came. Shouts were thrown at each other when Mr. MacGuire stomped towards Gabriella and Christopher.

[B]"Shoot!"
"Oh, no! It's Mr. MacGuire!"
"Amscray!"
"Let's get out of here!"[/B]

Walking down towards the curb of the street, Mr. MacGuire saw the parting children and could see clearly two figures on the lawn. He walked towards the two and saw it was his daughter and his friend's son that was on the ground. He picked up Gabriella by the collar of her shirt and Christopher stood, crying and bleeding. Mr. MacGuire was not at all pleased by this sight and could see that there was a problem.

Letting go of Gabriella's collar, she tried to run towards Christopher, shouting at him in Konglish- Korean and English, and Christopher ran to hide behind Gabriella's father. Not nearly enraged or angry, Mr. MacGuire was upset and could see that both were bleeding. He grabbed Gabriella by the shoulder and pointed to the house as he commanded her to go. She hissed at the boy as she left the two. Her father then sent Christopher in to get washed up.

Later that night, Gabriella and her father walked down to Christopher's house and knocked on the door. There before the two was Christopher's dad, who was a very good friend of Gabriella's dad. He looked to Gabriella and Mr. MacGuire, but was not upset at the sight of them. He called for Christopher and stepped outside. Christopher appeared outside on the porch and stepped down to his dad. Underneath the light, his bruised face was shown. Several cuts and a black eye were upon his face.

The two fathers looked to their child, then looked to each other. Gabriella stifled her laughter and her father asked her a question.

[B]"Gabriella, is there something you wish to say to Christopher?"

"Yes. Christopher is a sophomoric child who has no right to put his hands upon a girl when in fact he had begun the fight. He is an infantile and deserves to be punished, whether it was by me or his parents. And I will not apologize to this asinine fool."[/B]

With a smile upon his face, Christopher's dad looked to Gabriella's dad, who was upset by what she had said. He then cleared his throat and she obeyed, without word. A sigh fell and she began.

[B]"Christopher, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for saying such rude things and being very rude. I'm sorry for beating you up. Please forgive me?"[/B]

It was Christopher's father's turn to clear his throat. Christopher stood with his arms crossed as he looked at the two MacGuire's. [B]"Fine. I accept your apology."[/B] His father cleared his throat once more. [B]"And...and I apologize for being mean to you and punching you. I shouldn't have done that."

"Now, shake hands."[/B] Gabriella was reluctant, but she put her hand out. Christopher did the same and the two shook hands. [B]"Good. Let's go home, Gabby. Mom's probably done with dinner. Sorry for the trouble, Joe."

"Don't worry about it, Dan."[/B] Joe Anderson, father of Christopher Anderson, turned to Christopher and ordered him inside. He then turned back to Gabriella and her father. [B]"You know, I thought my kid would be a fighter, but it turns out that the real fighter in the neighborhood is your kid. That's a lot of cuts and bruises you gave to Chris. I mean, my kid's been in a lot of fights, but this is the worst he's gotten yet. You've done a bang-up job and I think you straightened him out, Gabby."[/B]

Dan looked to Gabby who stood embarrased and ashamed. She did not know what to say and just nodded. Dan smiled and ruffled her hair. He knew this was the beginning of her destiny.[/i]

Still in front of the wall, Gabriella was not crying, but tears fell from her eyes as she remembered how her father stood there with her, making her feel safe and protected. She closed her eyes and punched the wall with the other hand, blood trickling down once more. Footsteps were heard outside of her door and she kept on punching the wall until she felt as if her problems have left. The door opened and her eyes were still closed, knowing that someone had grabbed her arms.
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[B]OOC:[/B] Wow, that's the longest post I've ever written probably.[/size][/color]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Gabriella. What are you doing?" He still held her bleeding arms as she turned.

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "Nothing... Just leave me alone. I'm fine." Allen brought her bleeding fist in front of his eyes and examined it.

[b]Allen-[/b] "You have a broken meta carple, not to mention several deep cuts. Do you want me to get Van now or after you tell me what's going on." Allen was still very weary, but not to the point that he could ignore hard thumps and bangs against one of the walls of his room. "So..." Gabriella sat down on her bed and wiped her eyes with the back of her bleeding hands.

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "Nothing Allen... Really. Just... Thinking. About everything. About everyone we lost." Allen nodded. He hadn't gone through his grief yet. It was still inside. He'd need to sit down and either have a good cry, or find some other way to get it out of him. He glanced around the room, at the few dents and several blood splatters.

[b]Allen-[/b] "I know... I know. But there's nothing we can do anymore but try and, I don't want to sound corny saying this, but avenge them. We have to go forward. We have to end it. For everyones sake." Gabriella nodded slowly, a small pool of blood accumulating beow her clenched hands.

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "I know... I feel so terrible... I felt this way when I was young. But I don't know why it happened again..." He gave her a little hug.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Go get checked out by Van. He'll fix you up the best he can." Allen stood and started toward the door, but stopped when it opened. "And don't go banging yourself up anymore... We're broken enough." He walked out of the room and back into his.

The bed no longer looked inviting and warm. He didn't crave sleep anymore. He craved his friends, his crew... They never should have accepted the mission. Not this one. This one was compusatory. They had to do this one. But the first one. They never should have taken it... He never should have let his curiosity and duty get in the way of his better judgement. The mission felt wrong. From the first time he picked up the documents, it felt wrong. But he wouldn't listen...

And now look what has happened. Dead. Most everyone is dead. Sam. Tex. Satell... He shook his head and felt the first of the tears start to fall. Now was better than never, so he sat on the edge of his bed and let them come. His body shook with the deep tremors of pain. His eyes felt strained and puffy.

Allen layed down, not to sleep, but to curl into a little ball. When they had gotten back to earth, he was so relieved to have made it back that he never had the time to grieve. By the time things were settlng down, they were already on their way here. He punched the pillow. Some of the people he'd barely gotten to know. It wasn't fair. Not fair to them. Most of them didn't know what they were getting into. They had no idea the magnitude of the force they were fighting to keep in check.

It wasn't fair...

He sat back up, the tears long since stopped. He had to do something. Just sitting here wasn't helping anyone. He felt refreshed enough... Not as much as he'd like, especially so soon after a crash landing, but it's have to do. He walked out of his room, wiping his eyes, thinking he might be able to take a look at the security monitors. If they still worked...[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Allen walked down the hall, looking for the security room. He followed a sound of quietbreathing, the click of fingernails against pannels, and the brush of fabric against skin. Once he walked in, he felt a wave of calm wash over him. He looked up.

Geneefee was standing by one of the working computers, staring up at the screen, the lights reflecting on her ivory skin. Green, red, and purple lines, crisscrossing over her face, brought him back. She turned quietly and smiled at him very softly. He walked in slowly, and stopped behind her, looking at the display.

She extended her index finger and pointed at the blinking lights.[/i]

"The probes I sent out into the moon several days ago have finally shown me a general location of where the ship is."

"What kind of probes?"

"Heat seeking mostly. The place is so dead, it instantly attracted them."

[i]She indicated with her fingers what could only be a long low trench on the topographical maps. It dipped very steeply and could've once been carved by a very large ocean or river.[/i]

"Here. And here."

[i]He nodded quietly. She turned and looked over her shoulder, noting his red eyes.[/i]

"You were crying." [i]Her voice was not accusing, but gentle and soft. He felt shaken by how calm she was.[/i][/COLOR]

[Andrew]

[I]The station was quieter than usual today. Admittedly John had been sleeping for near enough three days and only God knows what could have happened on this God forsaken rock. He did after all remember waking briefly after hearing a large crash and an explosion? Things were suddenly coming back to him. He was awake when he heard the explosion he was standing at the small circular window watching as the ship fell onto this very moon. With this revelation now apparent to John he altered his course to head towards the mess hall thinking that if anybody had survived then maybe that’s were they would be.

Upon his arrival to the Mess hall it was just as empty and lifeless as he had left it so many days earlier, wondering if anyone was alive then as well. Although all John could think about was meeting his end so that he could be reunited with his family and not really wanting to interact with people he found himself missing people he had never even met. He cursed himself for being human and then took some bread and cheese from one of the fridge’s and constructed himself a large cheese sandwich.

Needless to say John devoured the sandwich in a few very large bites and gulped down a tankard of water afterwards, disregarding its contamination. He figured being sick would be a little more exciting than doing nothing else. After his small meal John left his seat and began wondering again not really knowing where he was going until he heard the sounds of voices. He figured he was hearing things until he heard some banging as well. His eyebrow immediately raised in the direction of the sounds John began heading in that direction only to find that it was a small pocket radio he had found and left there last week because of its lack of battery yet here it was working fine.

Although the radio was working the sounds it made were for from a normal broadcast. The sounds emitting from the device sounded like someone was being strangled with all sorts of things breaking in the background. John came to the conclusion that it was more like someone scratching a record constantly. Not really feeling in the mood for this John turned the radio off and put it in his pocket for future use.

John began to make his way to the security wing in hopes that he would find something this time. The last time he had gone John had found it weird that the main door was unlocked where as previously it had been locked and now once again locked. Perhaps there were some other people here, it was a big facility after all which John had felt it better not to explore up until this point. On route to the security wing John once again heard voices coming from the direction he was heading. Maybe there are people here after all...[/I]

[Corey]

[size=1][i]Sorry. I typed one up earlier but then my browser quit on me and I got all pissed.[/i]
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[b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... A little anyway." He rubbed his dry eyes. "I guess all the crewmembers we lost finally caught up with me." He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the computer screens and the scans that were on them. "Wait..." He looked at one of the 3D renderings and noticed a good lot of buckling and sagging near the edges of the cavern right above the Event Horizon. Geneefee looked him in the eyes.

[b]Geneefee-[/b] "I know what you're thinking." She pointed to a buckled spot. "That couldn't have happened in any less than a hundred years. The bucking ceilings are a product of our building these colonies, the increased weight on the moon." Allen opened his eyes wider.

[b]Allen-[/b] "No. The scans are wrong."

[b]Genefee-[/b] "No. I did them three times with three different sets of probes. It's not wrong." Allen ran this new data into his head. He'd been working on the assumption that the Event Horizon crashed no more than a few months ago. He thought that the colonies were hit so hard and so fast that all they had been able to get out was that disjointed distress call. But it had been here for ages...

[b]Allen-[/b] "Something isn't right... It's never been able to travel through time before..." The had set the detonation sequence. Maybe something happened when the ship had fired it's Gravity Drive and the explosion occured. Maybe it was thrown back in time. "Maybe..."

[b]Geneefee-[/b] "I also wanted to show you this." She pulled up a graph. "This is a radiation chart for the last couple hundred thousand years of the moon. The blue line is gamma. The red is theta. And the yellow is just normal radioactivity like you get from plutonium or uranium. But this purple line is temporal radiation. Earth Sciences Inc. just came up with a way of detecting it. They think it has potential to possibly detect alterations in time, but we used it on a whim and processed the moon using the sensor array. Up until this point in time, the moon was undisturbed. But something crashed [i]into it[/i]. It didn't hit the moon, it appeared inside and forced a lot of energy outward. Temporal radiation spiked drastically and has been dropping ever since." Allens mind reeled with all the new information.

[b]Allen-[/b] "It did go back in time then..."

[b]Geneefee-[/b] "It would seem so..." Allen sat down hard in another chair.

[b]Allen-[/b] "This just keeps getting better...." The door opened behind them.

[b]??-[/b] "Who're you?" Allen stood and spun around, grabbing at a pistol that wasn't there. A man was standing there, looking rather ragged and groggy. Like maybe he'd either been sleeping too much or not enough. Allen calmed down a little. Dispite the rectangular object in his pocket, the man didn't seem to have any sort of weapon on him, and Allen didn't think the thing in his pocket was a weapon.

[b]Allen-[/b] "I'm Captain Allen Chubb. I crashed here."

[b]John-[/b] "John. I'm John."[/size]

[Annie]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]Hm, well, I guess I'll post next. Kane, if there's anything in this that you'd like me to edit, let me know. I'm just a tad impatient lately. Can you blame me? This is my first RPG being back ^_^[/color][/b][/size]

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[color=darkslateblue][size=1][b]"Van, you're hurting me,"[/b] Vivian growled, jerking on her arm.

Van glanced at her cooly. His behavior was begining to frighten Vivian. She tried to remember that she had never known Van, and his behavior may be natural. But then again, [i]something[/i] inside of her soul told her otherwise. [i]Something[/i] that she had been struggling against resided in Van's eyes and gestures. The very same [i]something[/i].

[b]"In here,"[/b] Van shoved Vivian into a darkened room.

Stumbling back a few paces, Vivian reached for her hip, relieved to find her knife still there. Her eyes darted around, straining to find Van. She slowly moved around the room, trying to figure where they were. The lights flickered rapidly, then with a sudden flash, remained on. The room illuminated with a bright, industrial light.

Cursing under her breath, Vivian fell backwards onto a desk. The blast of light rendered her sensitive eyes for moments.

[b]"A library? Hm, not what I would have expected. Tiny, but still unexpected,"[/b] Van's voice echoed.

[b]"What's the meaning of this, Van?"[/b] Vivian shielded her brow, slowly grasping to recover her sight.

Careful as not to risk falling to the floor, Vivian raised her head to question Van. The room blurred and focused as Van approached Vivian.

[b]"I think you know already. I know what's going on in here,"[/b] he tapped her forehead, [b]"It goes on with me as well."[/b]

Vivian stared, her body shifting to move away from Van. He reached out with his left arm, but fell to his knees. Vivian knelt in front of him.

[b]"How long has it been, Van? How long has it been?"[/b]

Van's face softened, almost to the point where it seemed he would break down in tears. His head shook solemnly, as if he were lost in thought. Vivian massaged his left arm and made sure the wounds were still in their stitchings. Her touch light and caring.

[b]"I believe..I mean, I know this has been happening to me since the first mission. The Bladerunner mission,"[/b] Van's voice wandered.

[b]"What happened to you that would bring about this..torment?"[/b] Vivian brushed strands of hair from his tensed brow.

Hesitantly, Van began but soon closed his mouth. Vivian tilted her head and leaned in to hear what he had to say. Van positioned himself to sit. The all too familiar grating sent chills throughout his body. Vivian followed, sitting Indian-style. Her hands folded into her lap.

[b]"Something happened on the Bladerunner mission,"[/b] he finally started shakily, [b]"Something that I had to do to save Allen and what remained of the crew. I-I knew what I was getting myself into going in. But coming out was something I wasn't too sure of. Actually, I wasn't expecting to come out of it at all."[/b]

Van took in a deep breath and smiled nervously at Vivian. She nodded and took Van's hand in hers, encouraging him to explain more.

[b]"I'll inform you that the Bladerunner mission did reach the Event Horizon. We boarded and conducted our plan of execution,"[/b] another pause, [b]" However, Dr. Weir had other plans. I was friends with the doctor for years...but, this was not my friend. He threatened the lives of Allen and the crew, humanity in all essence. This I would not allow. I knew what had to be done."[/b]

Van's hand shook in Vivian's, petrifying memories flooding him one after the other. Vivian squeezed his hand gently.

[b]"I gave my life, well, I thought I was giving my life. Aparently not,"[/b] Van chuckled and held back tears.

[b]"What did you do...?"[/b] Vivian's voice filled with sincerity.

[b]'' The Gravity Drive. I tackled Weir into the Gravity Drive.."[/b] Van looked up to meet Vivian's awed face.

[b]"You survived?"[/b] she sat back in surprise.

[b]"Yes, since my actions were selfless, the Gods gave me a second chance to life. I know that sounds out in left field,"[/b] Van rubbed his hand vigorously over his tired face.

[b]"No, no..keep going,"[/b] Vivian smiled and placed her hand on his knee.

Nodding, Van continued.

[b]"Well, when I woke, I was unscathed. In fact, my body grew backwards in time. I slowly got younger. And my body can heal its wounds on its own,"[/b] Van pulled up his shirt to prove that the stitches were of no need.

[b]"Any how, the past mission had sparked whatever is in my head. I was in a coma for a while. Ever since then, I've never really gained full control over my mind,"[/b] Van stood, helping Vivian to her feet.

The two stood in silence for a brief moment. Vivian still holding onto Van's hands. The two looked at eachother's hands, then pulled away from eachother.

[b]"So..how about you, Vivian? What's up with you?"[/b] Van coughed lightly and sat in a swiveling chair.

[b]"He came to me just recently. Maybe about a few month ago,"[/b] she started, sitting down on the desk, [b]"It was on the night of my mutiny. My crew collaberated to kill me. I was outnumbered, of course.."[/b]

Vivian touched the blood stain on her stomach.

[b]"It was a fatal blow, and they left me to die. As I lay there, he appeared in my thoughts. He comforted me, and promised that everything would be okay,"[/b] Vivian choked, rubbing her stomach lovingly.

[b]"He gave me life..and he's always there for me. Which is a curse, but a comfort,"[/b] Vivian gritted her teeth and tore at her sweater.

[b]"Who is 'he'? What's his name?"[/b] Van propped his elbow on the chair's arm.

Vivian's black eyes stared deep into Van's.

[b]"He never told me his name. He told me I should not ask, for he would tell me when the time came."[/b][/size][/color]