ESCAPE ALIVE-In Space, Nobody Can Hear You Doubt

[♠Ace♠]

So, this is my first time hosting a Doubt game. Can't just run it normally, that'd be fucking boring. So, instead, let's commence with the arts, and the aliens, and the deaths, and the-d'oh, you know what I'm talkin' about.

Maximum Players: 20

ESCAPE ALIVE

The year is 2345, and in the last hundred years, humanity has left Earth for good, the planet becoming totally inhospitable due to the constant wars and waste caused by advancing technology. Now, the human race lives in a massive flotilla, run by the new United Federation of Earth, searching for a new home planet that can sustain them. After decades, the ships are beginning to fall apart. Food is beginning to grow thinner, and so in a final effort, scouting ships were sent out ahead of the flotilla in search of a planet to call home. One of the scout ships, the UFE-Cromwell, last reported in that they had discovered a planet with an atmosphere and a climate suitable for human life, and so the flotilla has moved to meet with them in a few weeks time.

The Cromwell has not reported in in over a week, and so a crew has been sent to investigate why. Your ship draws close to the Cromwell and the pilot attempts to hail them, but to no avail. As you begin to dock, something hits the hull of the ship very hard from the outside, snapping off one of the thrusters in the process and stranding you on the ship. No problem, you're sure the engineering team on the Cromwell can throw together a new one in no time at all. As the recon team ventures into the ship, they discover the Cromwell appears to be totally void of any crewmen. That's when a horrific beast attacks, killing several members of the recon team, and chasing the others into the safety of the Bridge of the ship, which is protected by automated turrets. Surely if that monster got in and tried to kill you, the turrets' A.I. would blast it to kingdom come, so you are safe.

On the bridge, the team discovers a handful of surviving members of the crew, half-crazy and huddled together in fear. They tell you about the atrocities they witnessed as all of their friends and coworkers were slaughtered by the beast they had nicknamed the "Lobomorph", and how it is able to hide itself under the flesh of deceased crew members. Now there are a number of problems.

One: The Cromwell's communication systems are down, and you cannot call for help.
Two: Your ship needs a new thruster, otherwise you won't be leaving on it. You'll have to scavenge the parts, which requires you to leave the safety of the bridge.
Three: Members of the crew are being slowly killed off by both the Lobomorph and another, unknown entity.
Four: The flotilla will be meeting up with the Cromwell soon. If the Lobomorph manages to survive and get onto the other ships, it could spell the end for humanity, unable to find the planet that the Cromwell crew discovered.

You have to repair your ship, find the data that will point the flotilla to the new home planet, and destroy the Cromwell before the Lobomorph has a chance to jump to another ship.

Good luck. The fate of humanity is counting on you. No pressure.

PHASES:

BRIDGE PHASE - During the Bridge phase, the Fodder is more-or-less safe from the Lobomorph and the Soldier. Everyone will cast votes as to who they think is a killer in disguise, and kill them. This will continue until all threats are eliminated, or everyone else is dead.

SCAVENGING PHASE - the Scavenging phase is when the Lobomorph, Soldier, and Carrier will kill a player.



Roles: You will each be assigned a role at random.

The Lobomorph - The Lobomorph is the name that the now deceased crew of the UFE-Cromwell gave to the extraterrestrial creature they discovered frozen below the surface of one of the planets they surveyed. It sports a body full of muscle, covered in some spots by a thick, black exoskeleton, its main torso covered in course brown fur, and at the end of its body a wicked black stinger filled with corrosive venom. It is quick, it is intelligent, it is incredibly strong, and it has woken up hungry. Very hungry. The Lobomorph has the terrifying ability to contort its body and hide inside the corpse of dead crew members.
-You are able to kill a single human at the beginning of every Scavenging phase. You can also vote with the Fodder in the Bridge phase. Your job is to kill them all before they can escape the Cromwell and destroy the ship. He can be vote-killed by the Fodder like any other player.

The Soldier - A single soldier was sent with the scouting crew to meet up with the Cromwell without the knowledge of the rest of the crew, on the off chance that hostilities had taken place and the crew of the Cromwell had mutinied against their superiors. Being the only bastard with any kind of combat training-and a gun-he has appointed himself judge, jury, and executioner aboard the Cromwell, and will weed out that disgusting freak of nature no matter how many other people he has to kill to do it. He can't take any chances that more aliens might be mixed among the crew, and so the Soldier will simply kill the rest of the crew as quietly and quickly as possible, until none are left.
-The Soldier is able to kill a single player at the beginning of every Scavenging phase. He can also vote in the Bridge phase. If the soldier is attacked by the Lobomorph, he will lose his gun and become a member of the Fodder. He can be vote-killed by the Fodder just like any other player.

The Survivor - In a panic, this human is able to narrowly escape an attack by the Lobomorph or Soldier, and will be able to provide a helpful clue as to either of their identities. The Survivor can only survive one attack, and will become a member of the Fodder afterward. He can be vote-killed by the fodder just like any other player.
-The Survivor will be chosen at random as well, but not be told about it, so as to avoid him telling anyone and using his free-pass as a way to avoid lynching.

The Fodder - All of you are either surviving crew members or members of the recon team. You are able to vote during the Bridge phase to kill a single player before the Scavenging phase begins.

The Carrier - Within the frozen block of ice that the Lobomorph was discovered in, there was found a small, worm-like creature as well. This creature has also escaped containment, and finds salvation within the skulls of members of the crew. The Carrier is unaware they are infected, and will black out and kill a player during the Scavenging phase. After the Scavenging phase, the worm leaves the body, and a new player becomes the Carrier. The only way to kill the worm is to be lucky enough to have The Carrier get killed.

PLAYERS:
FOXES
BELA
COMMUNISTZED
SQUEE
SADKO
DRAKEL
SMEXYSPIRAL
BEATRIX
ALPHAKOKA
MISTERGREY
NATSUMEHACK
JORICK
KNIGHTSHADE
WHETFEATHER
GRIF OF HEARTS
HALOASSAULT
JSTER
NOXIOUS
SEBASCHAN
HELLIS
HANK
RILLA
TP

"Good flying, Jenkowski, maybe next time you can just slam us into the hull of the ship and actually kill us."

"Shut the fuck up, Jorick."

"No, I'm serious, I mean it's so obvious, nobody can be that stupid by accident."

"Both of you shut the hell up before I throw you out an airlock."

"Sorry, Sir." The two men said simultaneously. Jenkowski was the pilot of the shuttle the team had taken to meet up with the Cromwell. Jorick was the on-board navigator. The two of them had been best friends for nearly twenty years.

Their commanding officer, Ace Smith, surveyed the damage to the shuttle after their unexpected crash landing into the hangar bay. "Damnit, Jenkowski, you fucking moron, you lost one of our rear thrusters."

Jenkowski cringed at his commanding officer's words. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what happened. It was like something slammed up against the side of the ship while I was pulling in."

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off a headache. Imbeciles, the whole lot of them. Now they'd be stuck here for at least the next few days until the engineering team could put together a new thruster. "Too late to complain about your incompetence, now, I suppose." He said finally, turning to face the head of the research team. "Squee, I need you to head up to engineering before you go to pull the data from the on board computers. Let them know we're gonna need some work done on the shuttle."

"Will do, Ace." She said, saluting him with a smile.

Ace furrowed his brow at hearing the woman call him by his first name. "Let me get one thing clear, Professor. We are not friends, nor are we barely even acquainted. You'll refer to me properly, or not at all."

The young woman's smile vanished and was replaced by a look of embarrassment and shame, "Yes," and then she quickly added, "sir."

Ace nodded and proceeded to round up the rest of the crew. Twelve members altogether. The professor from the research labs here to look over the data for the planet that the Cromwell had spoken of, five from engineering sent here to help with any possible malfunctions that may have been the cause of the radio blackout, six from maintenance here to fix up any problems with the engine, and one undercover soldier, in the event that the reason nobody had called in was because some of the crew had mutinied. He didn't even know who the soldier was, all of the men and women being dressed in the same silver and pale blue outfits, but then he didn't really care. The event of a mutiny was highly unlikely, and even if there had been one, it would have required the cooperation of the entire crew from Engineering to Security to effectively take over and black out all communications, in which case one armed soldier would hardly make a difference.

"Well then, you all have your orders. Alpha, Bela, Foxes, Rilla and Hellis, you five get your asses to the comm center and find out what's going on with their system. Nox, Sebas, Halo, Grif and Whetfeather, I want you five to head for Engineering with the good Professor here and get to work on replacing our thruster. Jorick and Jenkowsi, you two dumbasses are coming to the bridge with me. Let's get a move on, people, and we'll be able to hit the mess by dinnertime."

The three groups left for their respective corners of the ship. Ace, Jorick and Jenkowski split for the main corridor to the lift.

...

The corridor was somewhat dark. Some of the lights were out, which pointed to an electrical malfunction. Bunch of lazy bastards on the Cromwell, the least they could do is fix the damned lights. The sounds of the three men's footfalls on the metal grating echoed throughout the ship, sounding like they were deep within the bowels of a cave.

"Sir, why do you think that the crew never called in?" Jenkowski finally spoke up as they made their way onto the first lift.

"Probably just a problem with the electrical system," Ace said as he hit the button for the Captain's floor, "not surprising, these old ships are pieces of shit."

"Well, doesn't the Cromwell have its own fully outfitted tech team? Shouldn't they have been able to fix it on the spot?"

Jorick piped up this time, "Not if they've all been shot by defectors."

"That's not funny, Jorick." Ace grumbled. Jorick quieted down again. "We'll find out soon enough." They rode the rest of the way up in silence.

...

"Bela, you go ahead and go talk with the Foreman so we can find out what's going on with the comm's array."

"Who the hell put you in charge of me, Fox?" The woman sniped, "You don't outrank me, don't give me orders."

Foxes groaned and rolled his eyes, "For-fucking-once can you please just not bitch at me and do what I ask? Please?"

She folded her arms and tapped her foot, staring at him with her lips pursed. Finally, Rilla shouldered his way past Foxes, "Get over yourselves and get to work."

"Yeah, I'm starving over here!" Alpha called from over top of the pile of parts he'd been collecting for the new thruster.

"Sooner we get done, sooner we can eat," Hellis said, shrugging and looking at both Bela and Foxes, "aren't you guys hungry?"

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment before Bela finally huffed, "Fine, I'll go and talk to the foreman."

Foxes just sighed in frustration and rubbed his temples and noticed Hellis watching him from the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Why don't you just ask her already?" He said, chewing on the end of his sleeve to take his mind off of his gnawing hunger.

The man's eyes grew wide for a second, and he swallowed dryly, "What are you talking about?"

Hellis just smirked and headed over to the counter to help Alpha and Rilla weld the thruster body together.

Foxes hadn't been aware that his friends in Engineering had long known he planned on proposing to Bela. He hadn't told anybody, but the thing about spending most of your life on a single ship with the same people is that gossip and eavesdropping are about the only thing to do for amusement. When Bela had first heard this more than a year ago, she had been elated. However, Foxes had yet to propose to her, and over the past few months she had started to become extremely fed up with waiting, resulting in an unsurprisingly bitchy bride-to-be.

Foxes stuck his hand in his pocket and felt the ring that he had made himself; platinum found during one of their planet surveys, with a large, laser-cut diamond in the center. It may have been a little corny, but he felt that a ring he made himself was more meaningful than anything he could have bought from some jeweler or hawker on one of the populace shuttles. He had been carrying the damn thing around in his pocket for over a year, waiting until the right moment to finally ask her. Maybe, after they got back-

"AAAAAAAAAH!"

...

"What the fuck, man? What the Fuck!"

"Halo, shut up and get a hold of yourself!"

"They're fucking dead, Grif! They're Fucking Dead!"

Grif smacked Halo so hard across the face that he fell backward onto the floor, shaking and trying not to sob. The five members of the visiting maintenance crew had reached the Communications cabin moments earlier, only to find seemingly nobody around. Halo had been sent to the control panel in the back only to run into one of the Cromwell's maintenance team...or what was left of him. Blood was literally everywhere, even dripping from the ceiling. The only thing remaining of the crewman was the right portion of his chest, the right arm down to the elbow, and half of his face, his remaining eye wide with horror.

"I think I'm gonna be si-" Sebas began, but wasn't able to finish before he was dry heaving in the corner of the room. Grif took a deep breath and stepped past the corpse to the control panel. It had been smashed thoroughly; little chunks of flesh and bone fragments were embedded in the metal door that was hanging on one hinge. It was no mystery what happened to the other half of this corpse's face.

"It looks like the poor guy was trying to fix the comm right before...whatever happened to him happened to him." Nox said, bending down to get a closer look at the body. "-Eugh." She covered her nose and mouth, "He's been sitting here for a while."

"A few days, at least," Whetfeather said, giving the body a wide berth while she inched her way over to try and calm Sebas down, "something tells me that if the others were okay-"

"They're definitely not okay." Grif said, turning back to face the others, his expression grim. "This isn't some kind of accident, this guy looks like he was mauled by a fucking bear, someone, or something purposely did this to keep him from calling for help."

Suddenly, there was a loud tapping sound from the front of the room.

...

"I must say, it's nice to see some new faces around here, it's been pretty dull these past few weeks."

"Yes, well it's good to see you as well, Sir. We were beginning to think the ship was deserted." Ace said.

Jenkowski chimed in, "Pardon me, Captain Mahz, but why hasn't anybody called in for the past week?"

"Yeah, what's up with that? And where's the rest of the crew? Aren't you guys supposed to have like two-or-three-hundred personnel walking around this hunk of junk?" Jorcik shrank out of reach of Ace's striking range as his commanding officer gave him the most vile look ever.

Mahz just laughed and shook his head, "Yeah, well we hit a spot of trouble after we discovered that planet we were talking to you about. See, I'm not quite sure what happened, but the eggheads say we hit some kind of radiation cloud. Totally fried our engine, messed up a good portion of our comm's array, too."

Jenkowski gasped, "Wait, your engine is shot? So...are you telling me that we've got a limited air supply?!"

'Fraid so. But, that's okay. The Cromwell's big enough to last us a good few weeks before all the air is used up, and even then for emergencies we have oxygen tanks. We knew that someone would show up before long and help us out."

The pilot stopped abruptly, sagging. Mahz looked back at him, "Or...not?"


"Yes, about that," Ace said, "we had some...trouble entering the hangar, and we lost one of our rear thrusters."

Mahz's eyes half-closed and he rolled his tongue over his dry lips. "Oh."

Ace continued, "Shouldn't be a problem, with the help of your engineers I'm sure we can have one thrown together in the next couple of days."

The captain stood there in silence.

"...Sir-"

"Who gave you jurisdiction to allow your party to waltz into my engineering bay and use my parts?"

Ace didn't know what to say for a moment. "I'm sorry, sir?"

"I said," Mahz repeated, "who in the hell told you that you could all just come in here and do what you want?" He poked Ace in the chest this time when he said it.

"I..." He tried to think of how to respond.

"No offense, Captain, but without us, and without your parts, none of us will be getting off of this ship." Jorick said defiantly. Mahz glared at the insubordinate man, and then said in a hushed tone, "Someone should teach you to watch your mouth, boy."

Jorick stepped up and puffed out his chest, "And who's going to teach me that lesson, sir?"

"Jorick, stand down!" Ace growled.

"But sir, this asshole is-"

"COMMANDER!"

The three of them turned to look back down the hallway. Grif and Foxes were hauling a distraught Bela and a member of the Cromwell's crew, with the others in tow behind them.

"What in the hell are you all doing up here? I told you to get to work on he comm system!"

"COMMANDER, GET AWAY FROM THE CAPTAIN!" Foxes yelled.

"What?!"

"HE'S NOT WHO YOU THINK HE IS!" Grif yelled.

~SQUORCH~

"NNNNGH! UH-HUNNNG! OOOOOOUUUUGHOOOOOOD!"

Ace was lifted off the floor as he reached up to feel the large object that had impaled him through his chest. A large, glowing eye blinked at him as his legs dangled uselessly below him.

"WHATTHEFUCWHATTHEFUCK-FUCK NO!" Jorick screamed as he stumbled away and ran for the others. Jenkowski just stood there, wide-eyed, unable to move.

"JENKOWSKI YOU STUBI'SONUVABITCH! RUUUUUUUNNNN!" Ace gurgled through the blood running out of his mouth.

The creature let out a series of screeching noises before lashing out one leg. Its claws tore effortlessly through the young pilot's torso, disemboweling him and spreading his innards across the corridor. He attempted to scream in pain, but was silenced as the creature's foot came down and crushed his head like a watermelon. Brain matter and blood splashed everywhere like a pulpy water balloon.

"EVERYBODY GET TO THE BRIDGE!" The Cromwell crewman yelled, and everyone went pushing and shoving down a side hallway. They could hear the beast in hot pursuit, its claws scraping against the floor grates, its weight sending small tremors through them with each stride.

They came to the end of the hall, and in a panic, some of the members of the group took a left, while the other went right. "WAIT, IT'S THIS WAY!"

Before they could correct their mistake, the creature was already separating the groups. "FUCK THAT, I'M RUNNING!" Jorick yelled as he flew past the others.

"EVERYONE, SPLIT UP! MEET AT THE BRIDGE ON THE WEST SIDE OF THE SHIP!"

...

"You're telling us that this...thing is hiding inside one of our bodies?"

"That's what I'm saying," said Zed, "Got to see plenty of that myself. Cut open my commanding officer's husband, crawled inside of him, tried to fool us."

"Oh, God, we are so dead." Jorick muttered.

The group had all found their way to the bridge, and became acquainted with what remained of the Cromwell's crew.

"You were stupid to split up like that, Zed. Any one of you could be the Lobomorph in disguise." Grey growled, stepping up to Zed.

"Oh yeah, and what about you? You guys said you can't account for each other the entire time you were scavenging food from the mess. How do I know you're not that-" Grey grabbed Zed by the collar, lifting him up off the floor.

"Fucking say it, just fucking say it, I'll gut you right now."

"Enough."

Beatrix, the commanding officer and now acting captain of the Cromwell stood before the group of people. "Nobody can account for anybody for the past hour. All of us have an equal chance of being the alien."

She walked over to Jorick. "You're the one in charge of these people, yes?"

Jorick was dazed, and a bit confused, "No, ma'am, that'd be my Commander."

"And he is dead." She said flatly.

Jorick looked down at the floor and said in a shaky voice, "Y-yes."

"So that makes you their new commanding officer." She finished. "Now, I hear that you have a shuttle in the hangar that needs a thruster. If we can scrounge together the parts, can your engineering staff fix it?"

"We can fix it." Foxes said, comforting a shivering Bela.

"Wait, if we need to go get the parts...Oh, hell no, I'm not going back out there!" Jster said it as if the idea was hilarious, "Do you remember what that thing did to Mike? As soon as we leave here, that thing is going to do the same to us."

Jorick was quiet for a moment. "...We've got no choice." The rest of the team began to protest.

"We should stay here where it's safe!"

"It'd be suicide to go out there if that thing is inside one of us!"

"She's right!" Jorick yelled, "If we can't fix the shuttle we're just as screwed as they are! And think about what'll happen when the fleet gets here! What if that thing manages to board one of the populace shuttles looking like Ace?" Everybody fell silent. They hadn't thought of that.

"There's no way we could call for help," Grif said, backing up Jorick, "We came from the Communications cabin. The system is smashed to pieces."

"I bet it's you, isn't it?" Jster said, pointing at Jorick and slowly advancing on him. "You want us all to go outside, so you can hop out of that skin you're wearing and kill us all."

Jorick pushed him away, "You're fucking crazy. Stand down."

"Or you!" Jster said, pointing at Beatrix. "You've wanted to stay cooped up in here before, sending the rest of us out to get food. Now suddenly you want to go out and scavenge with the rest of us?"

Some of the crew murmured in agreement. It was rather odd.

"Now wait a minute, I'm not that thing, you assholes!" Beatrix said crossly, and then turned to Jster, "And what about you? You've been scavenging the longest, but now suddenly you're against fixing our only way out of here?"

Everybody agreed, Jster had been the one who volunteered to lead the first scavenging party, and now he was against it.

"It seems like there's only one way we can settle this." Said Jorick. Everybody looked at him.

"We put it up for vote."

"Right, how are we going to do this?" Beatrix asked, shifting uncomfortably, "I don't want a corpse sitting in here with us."

"We could draw straws." Suggested Jorick, jokingly.

"This is serious, you asshole!" Foxes spat. "Well, I could probably calibrate the turrets. Everybody would just go up the console, hit the I.D. number of the person they suspect, and then after everyone votes, whoever's guilty would just be vaporized."

"I like that," Squee said, "No pain, quick, and the only thing left would be some ash to sweep up."

"Yeah, well I sure as hell don't like it." Grey snarled, "What'll happen if some people get the same number of votes?"

"Not a problem. We have an odd number of people here, we'll just take the ones who tie in votes and vote on them until we have a clear decision."

"Are you all listening to yourselves?!" Jster yowled, "You're talking about cold-blooded murder like you're trying to decide who to pick for a dodgeball game!"

"I agree with Jster, I think this whole thing is sick," a stocky member of the crew came forward, "we should all just stay in here where it's safe."

"T.P., we've been over this, we have to deal with this problem before the fleet arrives. The situation could escalate and endanger everyone."

"Oh, come on, Bea! Do you seriously think that the fleet is going to be in any real danger? They've got guns, guards, there's no way this thing could-"

"You people had guns, and guards, didn't you?" Rilla asked, "The fleet won't see this thing coming. There's a good chance it'll be a repeat of what happened here."

Many of the members of the crew nodded in agreement.

"Why're you so worried about this, T.P.?" Jster began, "You've been sitting quietly in the corner there, perfectly content with keeping your mouth shut. Now suddenly you have a problem with us voting for someone when there was almost no chance of us voting for you?"

"Shutcher mouth, Jster."

"Or what? You'll kill me?"

TP tried to throw a punch but was too slow, and Jster floored him. Grey grabbed Jster by the collar and threw him backward against the doors.

"That's enough of that, if we're just going to kill one another then I'll save you both the trouble and have Foxes here set the turrets on you!" Beatrix yelled angrily, her temple flaring. Jster lowered his fists and Grey just crossed his arms defiantly. "Foxes, would you please?"

Foxes nodded. He placed his hand against Bela's cheek, but she didn't respond at all, still apparently in shock from the site of the remains of the engineering team.

"Okay, Listen up!" Jorick called to everyone. "We're going to be voting on this computer on who we think is that slimy mutant! Dangerous or not, it's not going to survive being turned into a pile of smoldering ash."

"Everybody form a line and come up one at a time. Just hit the I.D. for the person you think it is and then walk away." Beatrix said. "Anybody who doesn't want to see this might want to close your eyes after your vote."

Everybody lined up and voted. The majority of them were looking around uncomfortably, either trying to decide who to vote for or uneasy about sending a person to their death. The only ones in line who didn't seem unnerved were Grey, Jster, Squee, and a few members of the Cromwell crew who had neglected to introduce themselves.

...

"Okay, there. The votes are in." Foxes said grimly. Some people turned away, others watched the turrets as they began to slowly turn across the crowd. Many people took a step back as the barrels past them by.

Finally, they came to rest on one man.

"...Oh, fuck no."

"I knew it!" Jster yelled triumphantly, pointing at the man.

"FUCK YOU!" Grey roared, "THIS IS BULLSHIT! RUN THE VOTES AGAIN, WOMAN!"

Beatrix looked on the man with little caring. "We all voted. This is how it has to be."

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He lunged toward her, arms out, hands contorted into claws, ready to tear her limb from limb. He almost looked...inhuman.

"I KNEW I SHOULD'VE FUCKING KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE-"

^^^BVVVZT-Sssssssssssssssssssss...

It was over in the blink of an eye. If one had been watching all they would have seen was a flash of light and the ashes of what once was Grey's body falling into a steaming pile on the floor.

"I-is that it? Is it over?" Squee said, having shielded her eyes from the flash.

Beatrix waved away some of the smoke, letting out a small cough, "Oh, it's over, alright."

"Did you see it lunge at her? I saw him changing right before the turrets even got him!" Whetfeather said to one of the crew members she had acquainted with by the name of Drakel.

"Yeah, totally! Did you see his eyes? They were glowing green!" He said, without a hint of a doubt.

Many of the crew breathed a sigh of relief. Some broke out into sobs as others consoled them. A few shook their heads and mumbled angrily.

"Well," Foxes said, his mouth dry, his voice exhausted, "I guess we need to get started on that repair job."

"Grif! Halo! I want you two to head down to the Communications cabin again and see what you can do." Jorick said.

"Are you kidding me? I already told you the thing is totally fucked, there's no way-"

"I'm sure you can do something." Jorick finished. "And you can also see about fixing the lights and any of the other problems this piece of shit is having. After you're finished, we can all meet for chow in the mess."

Grif sighed in frustration, "Alright, fine, but I'll need to take some others from the crew with me. Halo is still really freaked out about that body we found, I don't want him to panic and get me electrocuted or something, and I still don't know where half of the shit on this ship is."

"I'll send Hank, Sadko and Smiral with you. They're the only ones left from Engineering, but they should be able to show you the ins and outs of the Cromwell." Beatrix looked over her shoulder at the smoldering ash pile, "Please hurry, I kinda want to get off this ship."

"OKAY! EVERYBODY ELSE, HEAD OUT AND SCROUNGE SOME PARTS! AFTER THAT, WE ALL MEET IN THE MESS HALL FOR GRUB! LET'S GET TO WORK, I WANT TO GET OFF THIS TUB YESTERDAY!" Beatrix finished. Everybody filed out of the Bridge.

[CommunistZed]

SO IN.

[Bela]

I'm in so in.

[CommunistZed]

Are there Secret roles?
There must be Secret roles.

[Bela]

Permission to slap the child, in your thread Reginald?

[Squee]

Ok.

[Sadko]

IM IN THIS

[CommunistZed]

Permission to slap the child, in your thread Reginald?

I SAID I WAS SORRY.

[♠Ace♠]

Permission to slap the child, in your thread Reginald?

Huh?

[Foxes]

In.