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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 25, 2017 21:35:52 GMT -5
On the ship there was a loud ruckus of noise. The case had been dragged to a holding room. The interior of the ship looked as if it didn't belong to a spacecraft but more of a rocky outpost. Nothing of it's design and style reflected any kind of standard ship. It was lit from below, and smelled of steaming food and acrid air. The halls were no longer crowded, despite the noise. No one seemed to care enough to notice the rinamians among the visible crew. They all spoke in fast language. No one took off the suits, as if expecting an air leak. There were a few Krakkurick that wore suits starkly different from the others in that the suits possessed a bushy collar made of some kind of dried plant, and their suits looked significantly more sealed and armored. It made the other crewmates look vulnerable by comparison. The three that approached looking as such had the others part before them as they went to investigate the case. --- Back on the deck, The emergency lockdown was lifted and the staff was furiously trying to direct emergency ship backup. The secondary Stitches watched dumbly, doing as others did. Their brains had still not recovered from the transformation, and the information they sent their Primary was garbled. The Rinamians hidden within the ship systems however had an excellent view and ability to understand what they saw. Out of the 14 Rinamians who had come, only 3 were left. The Stitcher was gripping their head, getting a headache from the onslaught of corrupt data. The two droids looked around them in silence before one patted the other. "We can still help the living," she whispered. Numbly, they both went to offer their assistance. Oddly, the secondary stitchers didn't seem to stick out much from the way some others acted. another of the presumably higher-ranking Pirates appeared, calling out to the crowd of lesser pirates. They were giving some kind of short speech, which they ended by taking a weapon and skewering the nearest lesser pirate and raising the deceased up like a victory banner. This drew victory cries form the rest, not seemingly bothered by the death. The higher pirate threw the dead one into the crowd where the nearest lessers began to devour it, armor and all. --- One Trallyr Guard approached the group, looking stoic. "We lost the cargo, I take it? What were your losses?" |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 25, 2017 21:48:55 GMT -5
The secondary Stitches watched dumbly, doing as others did. Their brains had still not recovered from the transformation, and the information they sent their Primary was garbled. The Rinamians hidden within the ship systems however had an excellent view and ability to understand what they saw. Out of the 14 Rinamians who had come, only 3 were left. The Stitcher was gripping their head, getting a headache from the onslaught of corrupt data. The two droids looked around them in silence before one patted the other. "We can still help the living," she whispered. Numbly, they both went to offer their assistance. Oddly, the secondary stitchers didn't seem to stick out much from the way some others acted. another of the presumably higher-ranking Pirates appeared, calling out to the crowd of lesser pirates. They were giving some kind of short speech, which they ended by taking a weapon and skewering the nearest lesser pirate and raising the deceased up like a victory banner. This drew victory cries form the rest, not seemingly bothered by the death. The higher pirate threw the dead one into the crowd where the nearest lessers began to devour it, armor and all. --- One Trallyr Guard approached the group, looking stoic. "We lost the cargo, I take it? What were your losses?" This action appealed to the young Stitchers, who were hungry from their re-birth. The Primary couldn't stop them from trying to partake in the food. One of them nodded, then scanned around, desperately trying to find more of their party. Finally, they answered. "11. We lost 11." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 25, 2017 21:52:17 GMT -5
Oddly, the secondary stitchers didn't seem to stick out much from the way some others acted. another of the presumably higher-ranking Pirates appeared, calling out to the crowd of lesser pirates. They were giving some kind of short speech, which they ended by taking a weapon and skewering the nearest lesser pirate and raising the deceased up like a victory banner. This drew victory cries form the rest, not seemingly bothered by the death. The higher pirate threw the dead one into the crowd where the nearest lessers began to devour it, armor and all. --- One Trallyr Guard approached the group, looking stoic. "We lost the cargo, I take it? What were your losses?" This action appealed to the young Stitchers, who were hungry from their re-birth. The Primary couldn't stop them from trying to partake in the food. One of them nodded, then scanned around, desperately trying to find more of their party. Finally, they answered. "11. We lost 11." The higher pirate repeated this process with two more lessers then, satisfied with themselves, Laughed and went back off the the main room. The three who went to investigate the cargo were looking over it, arguing. --- "My condolences. Do you need escort back? We need you to clear the area for now." The guards who had the prisoner Krakkurik cursed at it. <We should just kill it.> |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 25, 2017 22:27:49 GMT -5
This action appealed to the young Stitchers, who were hungry from their re-birth. The Primary couldn't stop them from trying to partake in the food. One of them nodded, then scanned around, desperately trying to find more of their party. Finally, they answered. "11. We lost 11." The higher pirate repeated this process with two more lessers then, satisfied with themselves, Laughed and went back off the the main room. The three who went to investigate the cargo were looking over it, arguing. --- "My condolences. Do you need escort back? We need you to clear the area for now." The guards who had the prisoner Krakkurik cursed at it. <We should just kill it.> The young Stitchers were feeling better now, but kept eying the other Krakkurik, a strong desire within them pushing to eat more. The Primary finally gained control, scolding them lightly. They waited impatiently. The cargo was box-shaped, and 4 ft tall. had strong locks and a control panel on the side at the top, though the language displayed there was decidedly foreign. --- "No, we can teleport home now that the gates are open," replied one of the Rinamians. The Stitcher slowly got off the floor and approached them, blood trickling from their mouth. They spat on a few of the dead Krakkurik as they walked. "I have Secondaries on the ship. They're reporting to me what's been said and done, but I don't understand the language." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 25, 2017 22:44:46 GMT -5
The higher pirate repeated this process with two more lessers then, satisfied with themselves, Laughed and went back off the the main room. The three who went to investigate the cargo were looking over it, arguing. --- "My condolences. Do you need escort back? We need you to clear the area for now." The guards who had the prisoner Krakkurik cursed at it. <We should just kill it.> The young Stitchers were feeling better now, but kept eying the other Krakkurik, a strong desire within them pushing to eat more. The Primary finally gained control, scolding them lightly. They waited impatiently. The cargo was box-shaped, and 4 ft tall. had strong locks and a control panel on the side at the top, though the language displayed there was decidedly foreign. --- "No, we can teleport home now that the gates are open," replied one of the Rinamians. The Stitcher slowly got off the floor and approached them, blood trickling from their mouth. They spat on a few of the dead Krakkurik as they walked. "I have Secondaries on the ship. They're reporting to me what's been said and done, but I don't understand the language." One of the crew Krakkurik bit into a secondary, mistaking it for food. The Higher Pirates eventually reached an agreement, and locked the room where it was and left it there. ---- "I see." The Guard stopped. "You have personnel on that ship?" He asked it harshly. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 25, 2017 22:57:39 GMT -5
The young Stitchers were feeling better now, but kept eying the other Krakkurik, a strong desire within them pushing to eat more. The Primary finally gained control, scolding them lightly. They waited impatiently. The cargo was box-shaped, and 4 ft tall. had strong locks and a control panel on the side at the top, though the language displayed there was decidedly foreign. --- "No, we can teleport home now that the gates are open," replied one of the Rinamians. The Stitcher slowly got off the floor and approached them, blood trickling from their mouth. They spat on a few of the dead Krakkurik as they walked. "I have Secondaries on the ship. They're reporting to me what's been said and done, but I don't understand the language." One of the crew Krakkurik bit into a secondary, mistaking it for food. The Higher Pirates eventually reached an agreement, and locked the room where it was and left it there. ---- "I see." The Guard stopped. "You have personnel on that ship?" He asked it harshly. The secondary bit back, hard. Infected fluids began to build up in their mouth, ready for the next bite. --- The Stitcher paused, taking in the tone. "Not in the way you think. My host is human, but I'm a sentient viral lifeform. I infected some of the attackers, and my offspring has taken over the host bodies. They are telling me what they see and hear, but I don't know the language. I need a translator." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 25, 2017 23:02:23 GMT -5
One of the crew Krakkurik bit into a secondary, mistaking it for food. The Higher Pirates eventually reached an agreement, and locked the room where it was and left it there. ---- "I see." The Guard stopped. "You have personnel on that ship?" He asked it harshly. The secondary bit back, hard. Infected fluids began to build up in their mouth, ready for the next bite. --- The Stitcher paused, taking in the tone. "Not in the way you think. My host is human, but I'm a sentient viral lifeform. I infected some of the attackers, and my offspring has taken over the host bodies. They are telling me what they see and hear, but I don't know the language. I need a translator." The Krakkuric, now angered, went for the throat of the secondary. --- "Viral life form? Are you putting my personnel at risk?!" He was not a happy man. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 25, 2017 23:16:20 GMT -5
The secondary bit back, hard. Infected fluids began to build up in their mouth, ready for the next bite. --- The Stitcher paused, taking in the tone. "Not in the way you think. My host is human, but I'm a sentient viral lifeform. I infected some of the attackers, and my offspring has taken over the host bodies. They are telling me what they see and hear, but I don't know the language. I need a translator." The Krakkuric, now angered, went for the throat of the secondary. --- "Viral life form? Are you putting my personnel at risk?!" He was not a happy man. The secondary was startled at first, with their throat hanging open. They stared at the Krakkurik, not dying. Then they copied the action. --- "No sir." said the Stitcher quickly, their stress visibly growing. "We don't infect passively. I am not a risk to your personnel." "Sir, may we collect our fallen?" one of the droids asked. The other was shaking, looking around the deck at the Trallyr now. "S-sir, what were your losses?" |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 26, 2017 19:50:52 GMT -5
The Krakkuric, now angered, went for the throat of the secondary. --- "Viral life form? Are you putting my personnel at risk?!" He was not a happy man. The secondary was startled at first, with their throat hanging open. They stared at the Krakkurik, not dying. Then they copied the action. --- "No sir." said the Stitcher quickly, their stress visibly growing. "We don't infect passively. I am not a risk to your personnel." "Sir, may we collect our fallen?" one of the droids asked. The other was shaking, looking around the deck at the Trallyr now. "S-sir, what were your losses?" The other Krakkurik instantly died. The sharpness of Krakkurik teeth is astounding. The other Crewmates raised a fearful commotion. Most stepped away from the two bleeding crewmates. One raised a shrill warcry, and those that understood it instantly flooded over the secondary and began to push it down the hall. --- "Are you one hundred percent sure?" The Officer ignored the first droid. "I've just lost two thirds of my unit and that's just my unit. And yet, two of you still are just standing here? Help with the bodies, do someting."He growled. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 26, 2017 23:58:07 GMT -5
The secondary was startled at first, with their throat hanging open. They stared at the Krakkurik, not dying. Then they copied the action. --- "No sir." said the Stitcher quickly, their stress visibly growing. "We don't infect passively. I am not a risk to your personnel." "Sir, may we collect our fallen?" one of the droids asked. The other was shaking, looking around the deck at the Trallyr now. "S-sir, what were your losses?" The other Krakkurik instantly died. The sharpness of Krakkurik teeth is astounding. The other Crewmates raised a fearful commotion. Most stepped away from the two bleeding crewmates. One raised a shrill warcry, and those that understood it instantly flooded over the secondary and began to push it down the hall. --- "Are you one hundred percent sure?" The Officer ignored the first droid. "I've just lost two thirds of my unit and that's just my unit. And yet, two of you still are just standing here? Help with the bodies, do someting."He growled. The confused youth went with the crowd, dismayed at the loss of the meal. They felt a twang of fear, and held their throat together, trying to seal it quickly. --- "Yes sir," all three answered. The two droids got to work, teleporting dead Krakkurik and Rinamian bodies away to the designated area they were receiving commands from home to. The Trallyr they handled with respectful care, taking them wherever those directing operations on the prison said. The Stitcher first teleported away the young Stitchers who were starting to move the dead Krakkurik bodies. They then sorted through the enemy bodies, looking for those with intact brains. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 27, 2017 19:19:21 GMT -5
The other Krakkurik instantly died. The sharpness of Krakkurik teeth is astounding. The other Crewmates raised a fearful commotion. Most stepped away from the two bleeding crewmates. One raised a shrill warcry, and those that understood it instantly flooded over the secondary and began to push it down the hall. --- "Are you one hundred percent sure?" The Officer ignored the first droid. "I've just lost two thirds of my unit and that's just my unit. And yet, two of you still are just standing here? Help with the bodies, do someting."He growled. The confused youth went with the crowd, dismayed at the loss of the meal. They felt a twang of fear, and held their throat together, trying to seal it quickly. --- "Yes sir," all three answered. The two droids got to work, teleporting dead Krakkurik and Rinamian bodies away to the designated area they were receiving commands from home to. The Trallyr they handled with respectful care, taking them wherever those directing operations on the prison said. The Stitcher first teleported away the young Stitchers who were starting to move the dead Krakkurik bodies. They then sorted through the enemy bodies, looking for those with intact brains. The group of angry Krakkurik shoved the individual down the hall until they stopped, opened a door, and shoved them inside, sealing them within. They have mistook the injury for a deadly disease. The room has a door leading directly outside. One of the crew opens the airlock. --- Some had them intact, but most were shot square in the head. Perhaps two or three didn't sustain the injury at that location. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 27, 2017 19:57:38 GMT -5
The confused youth went with the crowd, dismayed at the loss of the meal. They felt a twang of fear, and held their throat together, trying to seal it quickly. --- "Yes sir," all three answered. The two droids got to work, teleporting dead Krakkurik and Rinamian bodies away to the designated area they were receiving commands from home to. The Trallyr they handled with respectful care, taking them wherever those directing operations on the prison said. The Stitcher first teleported away the young Stitchers who were starting to move the dead Krakkurik bodies. They then sorted through the enemy bodies, looking for those with intact brains. The group of angry Krakkurik shoved the individual down the hall until they stopped, opened a door, and shoved them inside, sealing them within. They have mistook the injury for a deadly disease. The room has a door leading directly outside. One of the crew opens the airlock. --- Some had them intact, but most were shot square in the head. Perhaps two or three didn't sustain the injury at that location. The little Stitcher finally spoke- the noise swelling from within them. But there was no air, and the cold made them uncomfortable. Their mind registered how beautiful space was, and their systems shut down as they stared with youth's wonder. "Sky!" the cry sounded silently into space. On the ship the body the young one had infected before being cast out started trying to move. --- The Stitcher sent the ones with intact brains specially for experimentation on collecting memories from Krakkurik minds. Their mouth now bleeding a steady stream, it seemed best to no longer create baby Stitchers. But they couldn't help but look at the carnage around them and mutter "Such waste, such waste.." on multiple occasions. They wanted to eat, to speed their healing. But with the present company... They heard a cry no one else did and smiled inwardly. It was good the little one had had some fun. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 27, 2017 20:35:36 GMT -5
The group of angry Krakkurik shoved the individual down the hall until they stopped, opened a door, and shoved them inside, sealing them within. They have mistook the injury for a deadly disease. The room has a door leading directly outside. One of the crew opens the airlock. --- Some had them intact, but most were shot square in the head. Perhaps two or three didn't sustain the injury at that location. The little Stitcher finally spoke- the noise swelling from within them. But there was no air, and the cold made them uncomfortable. Their mind registered how beautiful space was, and their systems shut down as they stared with youth's wonder. "Sky!" the cry sounded silently into space. On the ship the body the young one had infected before being cast out started trying to move. --- The Stitcher sent the ones with intact brains specially for experimentation on collecting memories from Krakkurik minds. Their mouth now bleeding a steady stream, it seemed best to no longer create baby Stitchers. But they couldn't help but look at the carnage around them and mutter "Such waste, such waste.." on multiple occasions. They wanted to eat, to speed their healing. But with the present company... They heard a cry no one else did and smiled inwardly. It was good the little one had had some fun. The majority of the crew was too busy staring through the door window and didn't notice the other get up right away. --- They would find krakkurik brains to be relatively simple, but the ones they had were unusually young. A few months to a year old. Not to much to find. After a while a fatigued employee told them they could go. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 27, 2017 21:11:30 GMT -5
The little Stitcher finally spoke- the noise swelling from within them. But there was no air, and the cold made them uncomfortable. Their mind registered how beautiful space was, and their systems shut down as they stared with youth's wonder. "Sky!" the cry sounded silently into space. On the ship the body the young one had infected before being cast out started trying to move. --- The Stitcher sent the ones with intact brains specially for experimentation on collecting memories from Krakkurik minds. Their mouth now bleeding a steady stream, it seemed best to no longer create baby Stitchers. But they couldn't help but look at the carnage around them and mutter "Such waste, such waste.." on multiple occasions. They wanted to eat, to speed their healing. But with the present company... They heard a cry no one else did and smiled inwardly. It was good the little one had had some fun. The majority of the crew was too busy staring through the door window and didn't notice the other get up right away. --- They would find krakkurik brains to be relatively simple, but the ones they had were unusually young. A few months to a year old. Not to much to find. After a while a fatigued employee told them they could go. The newest Stitcher tried to join the crowd, wanting to see what they were seeing. The figure floating outside the window wasn't moving. Questions filled the barely formed mind. --- They thanked the worker and took their leave. Those who had fled into the prison systems had already left. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 27, 2017 22:14:15 GMT -5
The majority of the crew was too busy staring through the door window and didn't notice the other get up right away. --- They would find krakkurik brains to be relatively simple, but the ones they had were unusually young. A few months to a year old. Not to much to find. After a while a fatigued employee told them they could go. The newest Stitcher tried to join the crowd, wanting to see what they were seeing. The figure floating outside the window wasn't moving. Questions filled the barely formed mind. --- They thanked the worker and took their leave. Those who had fled into the prison systems had already left. They calmed down after a while. The higher pirates walked down an adjacent hall, speaking eagerly. --- (Since there's no action here I can help respond if they're doing something with the krakkuriks minds) |
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