The speaker system had been going off for some time now, the red lights kept flashing. At this point it was no longer annoying to the people inside. It was well over two standard hours now since the asteroid impact, and it seems like most of the guards were dealt with. Though none of the prisoners really cared to try and get more of their people out.
Laz was in Prison Storage B, his block had minimal damage. Though there was a hissing of life support down the walk way. His door was damaged, though not enough to get out of the small room he was in. The Large man only saw guards leave the area, not a single person wanted to enter this storage block it seemed.
There was no way out at the moment, so Laz decided to sit tight. If they landed somewhere he would just get taken back in again, if they boarded a new ship though…
The metal ship began to shake around him, as the sound of rending metal could be heard. “What the!” The ship was colliding with another vessel in an attempt to board it. There was a section of his cell block that got compressed against whatever it was. The Large figure watched as several cells were turned into compactors. The hissing of the life support stopped to be a vast torrent of air, the ship was turned into a coffin for those still stuck inside.
The blaring of alarms did not die down. There were no technicians rushing to make sure that this prison block would be stabilized. Perhaps unbeknownst to Laz, all those egghead types that could've salvaged this ship to reach a port at all were killed with the security team. There was an absolute absence of life, crimson leaking beneath the malformed doors that Laz could see.
Among the repeating warnings and the hissing of a failing life support system, something metallic could be heard. What began as slow footsteps began to elevate into a steady pace. Someone was walking down the hallway in boots that sounded as though they were crafted from some kind of metal.
Mag-boots ensured that Sinead kept their footing in case of a hull breach. Pastel blue eyes scanned at the featureless walls down this hallway. They weren't sure what species this penal ship belonged to, but it was definitely a design philosophy they weren't familiar with. But what caught their eyes even more than mere design?
It was the fact that the inner walls were creaking, and deformed inwards, threatening to break any second. Swallowing hard, a glowing visor turned from the wall, and began to trudge forward.
There was a surprising lack of bodies here. As Sinead made their way closer and closer to the innards of the ship. Every step seemed to be a dull thud that gave away their position. It wasn't until they saw a damaged door that they actually stopped.
... Perhaps someone was still alive? Positioning to the front of the door, they squat down, eyes peering into the door. Oxygen levels were stable: If their HUD was to be believed.
The sound of someone getting in front of his door could be heard, Laz knew he would die without help. So, even if this person was a soldier it would be worth a try to live. As the figure was trying to peer into the door, a large Atrasian was about to kick the door. When he did it would ring for a moment, as he hobbled back for a second. “I’m alive in here!” He would not hold his breath on being saved, but it was worth a try.
The panel that controlled the lock had a circuit break, along with part of the front dangling off from wires. The exposed circuitry could be manipulated by someone, to cause the heavy locks to deactivate. Just in case, Laz began making more noise to ensure he got their attention. Taking his fist and hitting the metal wall to gong off into the hall.
A massive creature poked its head in where it could be seen. It was enough to make Sinead take a step back. Its mouth moved, but they couldn't hear it. For a moment, they took a step back, putting a decent amount of distance between them and the door. Their glowing visor revealed the face that was behind reinforced glass-- Sinead was human, that much was now obvious.
They were nowhere near any escape hatches or pods. Sinead was going in blind. Their heart began to beat fast and heavy. Condensation began to form around their mouthpiece.
Laz didn't seem aggressive. He was more like an animal trapped in a cage, more than anything else. He was massive: But perhaps that could be used to their advantage. Their eyes went to the end of the hall.
Sinead couldn't see a single corpse. Nor anyone approaching. Orders be damned. They wouldn't make it for the emergency call anyway. It was better to have a shot at getting through, then to be killed on the way.
The engineer took a knee.
Sinead began looking at the wiring. It was busted to shit. Eyes scanning the exposed, sparking panels, they gripped a severed wire with the insulated tips of their hardsuit's gloves, and began to test the stability of the wire itself. The tech was unfamiliar.
Slowly, an inaudible breath passed through their lungs as they finally began to glance down the wires and start putting things into gear. They would begin by connecting wires, seeing what each does.
One combination made the door's outer lights go red. Another seemed to produce a strange buzzing noise. Another sparked so brightly that their helmet produced a tint to protect the eyes. A rumble shook the ship, hissing began to fill the room: CO2 levels began to rise.
Swearing under their voice, Sinead plugged two sparking wires against one another:
... And the door's locks disengaged.
The problem? It had to be manually pried open. Whatever Sinead had done to this non-standard tech, they had successfully shut off the automatic opening systems. They looked up at the Atraxi from behind the hole in the door, and pressed their fingers in against one part of the ruined door, trying to help pull it open.
Gritting their teeth, Sinead managed to make it budge, just a little bit. But it clearly wasn't enough to get Laz's body fully through. The wall behind them would begin to warp, as the structure groaned from the stress of its hull being so damaged.
They would need help, to get him out in time.
Then something strange happened, the figure at the end of the hall began to mess with something next to the door. Were they helping? The light on the door flashed for a moment, Laz’s eyes blinked for a moment in confusion. The sound of sparks could be heard, as a gust of wind pushed through the block. It caused the large figure to cough for a moment, as his body got used to the carbon dioxide. It was a killer to the other prisoners, but to an Atraxian it was a means to gain food.
A loud click was heard soon after the room was filled, as walls around Laz began to groan out. The automatic lock was undone, but the opening mechanism seemed to be damaged beyond working. The small figure clearly was not going to be able to open it on their own, but this gave Laz the opportunity to do what he did best.
Clang, after smashing against the internal door to Laz’s cell a few times, the hinges on his door finally flung open. He moved to the door as the creaking of the ship and metal could be heard clearly.
He was much bigger up close, as he reached his hand into the small opening of the main door. Straining himself for a moment, Laz began to hear the sound of metal on metal as the door slid open. Finally out of the storage block, Laz sighed. “Are you going to kill me, or do we get out of here?” The ship was spinning in space with the one it collided with, there were escape pods near the wings of the ship.
It wasn't long at all before Sinead finally managed to get the external emergency door part way open. It was approximately two fifths the way to exposing to the hall. Using the back palms of their hands, they pushed, as the giant in the other room began to beat and bang against the internal door.
Sinead's breath was audible to them. They were relying fully on an internal supply of oxygen for quite some time now. But the alert only reminded their mind that they were trapped within a steel coffin in the shape of a suit.
The internal door was off its hinges, and the external door was partially agape. Laz would have no trouble getting his way through.
As he posed the question, he was met from a blank stare from Sinead. It was a definite confused expression. The man's massive size was one thing, but the fact that he wasn't nearly unconscious from the atmospherics was something that confused the fledgling engineer.
Their lips moved, but nothing came out. Though Sinead said, "Let's keep moving." It was impossible to understand: They were within a completely enclosed environment due to the suit.
Turning to the side, they bit their lip. Gesturing down the end of the hall, they seemed to point to where the cell blocks converged into a single room. But rather than there being an open space... The atmospheric alarm was blaring, and emergency shutters were rolled downwards, sealing off the block.
A loud groan came from the metal hull.
Sinead began walking-- Not even trying to check the other cells. They stopped at the very beginning of the corridor, where the emergency shutters were blocking. Crouching down, they began to pull out wire cutters and a multi-tool.
They were about the brute force the lock.
The two of them began to the end of the hall, as shutters came down to enclose the area. Laz watched as the magboots moved across the metal ground. Looking at his own feet, which were bare, he wondered if he should grab a pair of shoes from a guard. Would any of them even fit? The sound of rending metal could be heard around them, as the human began work on the door with some small tools.
Taking a look around, Laz searched to see if there was something he could use. If the human would be busy for a moment, then Laz needed something to do as well. He moved to one of the shutters for the cell storage, it seemed to be closed on something. Grabbing hold of the metal, he began to pull at it. Before falling on his rear, the short s bend pipe from one of the toilets in his hand. One of the prisoners must have dropped it once they got a hold of a guard’s weapon. It was… Well it beat hitting things with his fist for the time being.
Getting back to the door, the large man began using his newly found object on the door. Laz would swing on the underside of the door, getting heavy dents into the shutter. They were not designed for impacts, as the metal soon made its way through. Giving a handle for Laz to start trying to lift the door, anything to get him out of the place sooner.
Then, as they were knelt down, they heard something loud.
Sinead's eyes widen, as they realize that a figure was now above them, thwacking at the metal. In one swift moment, their hands grasped down at their holster, and pulled their cutting laser from their holster. The distinct sound of metal segmenting signals to Laz that something was happening.
Offhand smacking the side of their helmet, trying to find a means of manually turning on their speakers, their tool remained pointed at Laz. Their helmet's flashlight turned on, their visor darkened, before a crackling sound left the speakers. The sound of quickened breathing could be heard through it.
"Are you insane?! There's too much carbon in the air, and I only got so much Oh-Two in the tank!" Sinead all but yelled.
But by the time they finally managed to find out how to turn on the speakers, they realized that there were too many dents in the emergency shutters to even open it properly. Their eyes half lidded, as their offhand found one of the buttons, allowing their visor to light up again: Showing the face of complete and utter disapproval.
"If I run out of oxygen, you're not going to bypass security for the pods." Sinead finally breathed out, keeping the laser leveled with him, "So. The more of these you breach, the more Cee-Oh-Two escapes into the ship. The more Cee-Oh-Two escapes, the less I can breathe. We need to get through one of these without punching a hole in it, close it behind us, and let the scrubbers do the work. Do you understand?"
Laz simply nudged the human to the other side, as he ducked under the shutter. “The more Cee-oh-Two,” Laz said that in a very condescending manner. “The less people are awake between us and the pod.” Using the S bend pipe in the shutter once more, he dragged it back down. Before taking his upper jumper off of his body, to shove into the hole, and turning to the angered human. “Now, if you want to continue. Move forward. You shoot me, and who will move rubble for you, little old you?” Even through this life or death situation, Laz still let his tongue do what it wanted.
They were now in a main area of the ship, there were a lot more bodies here than in the storage wing of the ship. Laz however spotted something in the distance, and rushed over to it. Throwing a body from the ground, he lifted up a water dispenser. Thank goodness the large container was not damaged, as he pulled it from the top. He began to chug down the water, as he had not had a drink since the guards last food run yesterday. He drank deep from the jug, before letting what was left fall on his skin.
His body was now rehydrated, as the lights helped his body process the CO2 in the air. This will help him continue on, if he had to let oxygen be the main resource in the room. “Ok monkey, we do it your way if that laser is more than a threat.” Laz would return to the human, as they did whatever it was they were trying to do now.
As the man stepped through the hole he made, their eyes blankly stared at him. They stepped through, took aim with their laser. Laz would be able to feel the hairs on his leg singe from the sheer heat that almost hit him. As he ran off to get his water, a quick glance would reveal that he wasn't hurt from whatever just happened.
"Keep moving." Came the retort to his words.
The engineer was busy now. The hissing was long gone, but the pipe down the corridor was broken. Pulling the panels from the wall, Sinead was already back at work, cutting holes with the laser. The inner walls were weak, but all they needed was a non-porous material to hold back the problem. Squares of metal clattered to their feet, edges glowing a vibrant, painful-to-look-at orange.
Sinead would move these squares to the breach, and holstered their cutting tool. The next thing that would be produced from the opposing hip would be a nozzle connected to a long tube. Sliding their fingers along the side, they twisted the locking mechanism and pressed down, producing a blue flame from their tool. Their visor began to darken as they leaned forward, welding the pieces to the wall.
It sure as shit wouldn't hold up to a hull breach. The jumper shoved against the outside wasn't anything of a help anyway.
The metal was still red-hot as Sinead stood up from the burnt area. Eyes glancing to the side, they looked towards Laz. Taking steps over the corpses that littered the area, they kept their gaze up.
Kishargal corpses were scattered upon the ground, mixed with the other races. Their blood glowed a distinct blue, painting the ground around them. They bore ruined security uniforms in some strange... Napoleonic style.
"You know this place best. How many halls between here and the pods?" Sinead asked, visor lighting up from within once more.
Looking out over the room, he studied just how his steps were when entering the ship. Moving his finger down the hall, as he did so. “The main doors are that way...” Trailing off to the other side of the area. “That is where miss big shot went to sit...” Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment, he let out a sigh. “We are going to have to follow the bodies, to where the guards go to piss off.”
The large man started walking in the direction of where he believed the warden’s office would be. Laz was not an expert on the ship’s design, but he can make due with what information he had. The direction would give way to the starboard wing of the ship. It was likely luck that they managed to get to the outer edge of the metal structure. Though as they made their way through, something gave an off feeling.
A third pair of feet could be heard, in a slow follow towards the two already moving. Attracted by the loud sound of the gravboots that the human wore. It was not long till they passed a doorway, and a blue fist hit the red figure in the side of his gut. Laz stumbled to the side, as a Kishargal made its way into view of the human. This one stood around seven feet tall, and wore the same clothes as Laz did. Though unlike Laz, the blue figure was breathing heavily. The CO2 that entered made the air thin for the figure for a moment.
Twisting himself, Laz moved to haymaker the blue figure. Only to get gut punched again, before he landed his impact. This caused some of his water to come back up, and hit the figure in the face. Causing a stumble, as the red figure grabbed a hold of the two horns on their head. Pulling them into his knee, blue falling out of their nose. As the figure reorientated itself, Laz gave the figure a gut punch knocking the wind out of them. Before he hammered his fist down onto their head, to finally make them fall down.
Breathing heavily for a moment, he looked to the human and pointed at the blue body. “Where was that laser of yours?” Laz sighed, as he took a breath slowly. “See no evil it would seem, huh monkey?”
As Sinead followed along the trail of bodies, they didn't think to check a single pulse. Their HUD read a lethal amount of CO2 in the air, and frankly, they weren't a medic, and just went with these bodies being beyond saving. Their eyes trailed against the glowing blue blood, mixing in with the crimson. It almost seemed... Comical.
Regardless, they knelt down before the emergency shutters, and started working their magic. This time, they weren't wasting time trying to carefully slice through the shutter's security. Pressing their tools against the base, they were just cutting through it all, in some quick attempt to release the bolts on the hydraulics keeping it in place.
By the time they were barely even done, the sound of a scuffle made them perk their ears. It was muffled, and for a moment, they simply thought Laz was moving a body, or doing some strange alien thing. It wasn't until they looked over their shoulder, did Laz start making sounds of pain. The man was being brutalized by someone roughly his size.
... And he seemed like the species that ran this operation. Except, he wore the same sort of jumpsuit that Laz wore. Sinead hesitated.
It was here that Laz began to fight back. His gritty interpretation of beating the living shit out of someone was on full display. The Kishargal was curled into a ball, gasping in the thin air, dying. Laz had knocked the wind out of an already failing lung.
By the time he looked back, a shiv was pulled out from the Kishargal's jumpsuit.
And almost immediately, it dropped, clattering to the ground. The smell of cooked flesh filled the air. The face that was once warped in a mixture of fear and rage was now one that had the life drained from it. By the time Laz was able to hear the magboots approach, the man's head was already split down the center, like some kind of budding bulb.
In one hand, Sinead bore their cutting laser. The other, was offered to Laz, wordlessly.
Sinead was sweating. Their hands did not visibly shake, but beneath the suit, they were quaking. They'd never killed a man before, and they'd done it in such a... Brutal way. Adrenaline pushed them forward. There was no time to waste, and especially no time to waste on the already condemned. Sinead played into the delusion. It was the only way to keep going, and not succumb to shock.
"The lock's disengaged. I need you to open it." Sinead said, avoiding the subject of actually just killing someone, "We need to vent this room into the next one. The scrubbers are doing their job, but we don't have the time for things to enter safe levels. If we spread out the atmospheric contents, we'll be able to keep moving."
A hand was offered, and Laz batted it with the back of his. “Come on now, no need to get emotional at a time like this.” He rolled his shoulders as they popped in their joints.
The speakers finally started up once again, as the human started giving orders. Scrubbers, right whatever that meant. All Laz knew was it was time for him to do his thing once again. Walking forward to the door, walking through a pool of glowing blue fluids. This was not good for him, but he did not have time to slow down. Kneeling down, he would begin to lift the door. The air pressure began to rush into the room and into the one they were in. Laz’s footing failed him, as he got pushed by the rushing air due to the slick liquid on his feet.
“Son of a...” Laz looked to the human and pointed while he was flat on his back. “You saw nothing!” Laz sat up on the other side of the door, ready to close it once the human made their way through.
This part of the ship looked decent, the normal decore was not just prison chic. Now there was a plant… A whole piece of greenery. Though it was still thick with the bodies of random guards and prisoners. The ship began to quake again, as the sound of metal sliding could be heard in the distance. Closing the door tight, Laz got up to look for where the pods were. Time was getting limited even more now.
Emergency lights on the ceiling were finally visible in this part of the ship, giving direction to where the escape pods were. It was for the guard’s convenience, the prisoners did not have such a nicety. At least now Laz knew he was going in the right direction, even if it was just a guess in this case.
They blankly blinked down at the massive Atraxi. Their head slowly tilted to the side, as they took the time to actually question if that was on purpose or not. Though they said nothing, the look of complete confusion upon their face was evident. They figured he was heavy enough to deal with the change in pressure.
... Then again, as they looked down to their magboots, Sinead did have an unfair advantage.
With slow, trudging steps, Sinead began to move forward through the threshold. They didn't pause in an attempt to try and help him this time. Laz was on his own to get up to a stand, as they peered their gaze through the entry and scanning the room. It was... Administration? Their eyes glanced up for something, anything.
The symbols that were denoting where things were... Made no sense.
It wasn't until they looked up, did they see a means of tracking where to go. Their brows furrowed. Shaking their head, they thought over how to best handle this. Their heart rate was raising, and there was no good answer on how to continue. Looking back at Laz, they take a breathed, their legs already aching from working against the magnetic pull.
"Close that behind you. Make sure it's sealed tight. If that hall busts, that's one more compartment between you and oblivion." They glance away from the man, and reach down to their boots. Clicking a button on the side, they feel the stabilizers disengage, and the weight pull back from the soles of their feet, "... I don't know what in the actual hell you are, but I don't think you can survive the vacuum of space."
Sinead wasted no time at all approaching the next set of emergency shutters. Squatting down, they seem to be far more agile, now that they aren't being weighed down. They desperately tried to ignore the gruesome scene before them-- The glowing blood and crimson mixing. Moving forward was the only way they knew how to deal with it.
"You got a name? I'm good with calling you Ogre, if not." Sinead heckled as they pried the panel off of the bottom of the shutters.
Laz started to search bodies, after he closed the security door tight. Turning several of them around, he wanted to find something to use as a weapon. Though other prisoners would have likely done such a thing during the riot. He fumbled with the corpses for a while, only finding cold bodies and wet clothing.
The human knelt down to the next security door, and started work on whatever they did. “Prisoner ID LAZ249C5, if you expected a name then you can call me Laz.” Laz started to hover over a corpse of a Karshvick body, he could not find a normal weapon so he decided to improvise. He would grab hold and began to rotate the second pair of arms. The connection to the rest of the exoskeleton slowly snapped, as the sickle like appendage came loose from the body.
A splatter of blue came from the limb and body, as Laz got the sickle freed. It was better than nothing, at least now he could hit something with something other than fists. “What can I call you pinky?” Giving a few practice stabs with the arm, trying to figure out just how long it was. Stabbing into one of the bodies on the ground, it took some force to get into the flesh.
Laz would walk to the security door, ready to open it when given the word. As a second groan came from the ship, and something banged against the door they just came from. As the room shuddered from whatever it was that was happening to the ship. “Come on small fry, get that door open.” Laz got into a position to be readied the moment he got the clear to open the door.
The large figure was suppressing a want to fight with the human. It seemed to be something primal inside him that wanted to do so, as he twisted the arm of the Karshvick in his hand. Laz was finally able to get Oxygen in his system again, as his body metabolized the sugars in his body. His body forced a cough before this, removing the CO2 before working once again.
An upward pull of the mechanisms within the slot. Wires were tired together, and soldered where needed. Their fingers were working as fast as they could go, held back by the bulky gloves that protected their fingers from the sparks that were flying free. While they most certainly knew how to do this without ruining the door on Alliance vessels, this was nowhere near human design!
"--What?" Sinead muttered, eyes glancing to the side. They caught the gist of what he said: Laz. He then went on to ask their name, "Call me Reilly. And what in god's name are you even doing with that arm!?"
The bolts clicked once Sinead jammed their tool deep within. A breath left their lips, fogging up the screen of their visor. Whatever they just did-- They didn't hesitate for a moment in getting it soldered into place. This was the most obscene method they had ever used to slice through a door: And if this was a ship that had any chance at survival, they knew that they wouldn't hear the end of it.
"Lift it! Hurry up, clay-face!" Sinead leaned back, initializing the magnetic pull of the boots. They didn't bother to close the panel, and it didn't take long at all for Sinead to grasp the divot in the lower section, attempting to push it upwards.
A deep sigh came out, as Laz looked for wherever he was supposed to go. The two of them kept going through door after door, but it seemed like they were going nowhere. “Eilly, can we get a move on. I would rather die on planet.” The large figure pushed the small one, as he rushed Reilly through the hall. At one point, they got to another door. Which easily caused Laz to curse under his breath.
“If I see one more door, I am going to rip it apart!” Laz was clearly getting frustrated, as he resisted the urge to push the large claw into the door. Though as if on cue, the sound of movement could be heard on the other side of this one.
“Ya hear that?” One of the voices started talking on the other side, it was faint but audible.
“Someone else, we can’t let them through.” A second voice came through, much louder than the first.
“Aye, this is our pod ain’t no room for others.” It seems that there were at least three people on the other side of the door, and at least one pod was left.
Laz looked down at the small human, and put a finger to his lips. They only knew one person was here, there was no need to alert them to a second one. It was clear that the two were not the only one with the idea of getting to a pod, and it was obvious there was one left. Once they get through that door, there would be a fight for their lives just on the other side.
Yet, Sinead carried on. What remained of the prison vessel was a floating graveyard. Laz and Sinead passed by husk after husk, all signs of life seemingly long since drained from the ship itself. The dull thudding of their boots was the only thing they could focus on, the fledgling engineer losing their nerve the more blood they saw.
"Whatever you say, Walrus." Was the only thing Sinead could offer in retort to Laz's actions. Their eyes still lingered upon him, the distrust beginning to seep into their mind as their eyes remained upon the tool he had pilfered from an alien creature's body, "... Just keep your hands away from me until we're well out of here."
That's a person's arm. Was, rather. Sinead tried not to dwell.
The distant groaning of the ship rumbled through the hull. What was once something that simply passed with time, was now something that was almost like a mild earthquake. The alarms would blare with warnings of a hull breach, the cacophony of noise starting to spur the situation into a complete slurry of information.
Their eyes glance to Laz. He heard something. Motioned for them to remain silent. Their eyebrows quirked.
Then... Sinead could hear the voices.
Their brows furrowed. The Alliance vessel was probably long gone by now due to the damage. So, Sinead did what any good engineer would do in a situation like this. Reaching to their side, they grasped at the laser cutter. Freeing it from their hip's holster, they crouch down, and give a slow upnod towards Laz.
Their eyes closed, just for a moment. Their thoughts lingered on the man they had killed earlier. That was the first life they had snuffed out. Keeping their breath steady, they were already beginning to feel the adrenaline wane. Psychological shock was pending. Time was a blur. Their index finger slipped outward, tracing the trigger-guard of the cutting laser.
A slow thumbs-up is given towards Laz with an offhand, as they raise their weapon far outside its effective range.