[Carol Octavius] Lost Tombs - A: Rumbling

An ancient map reveals the location of a tomb on the abandoned prison planet of Chateau D'Lf in the fierce LeLoup system. An experimental ship, an unknown treasure, and funding from the Magister's Consortium sends the Carol Octavius expeditionary ship off into the unknown. What secrets slumber in lost tombs? Will venturing into darkness silence that voices that threaten the sanity of the archaeologist that discovered it?
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Deputized Security Team.

As they burst out of the labs, Mimi called up a floating projection of the security feeds near the armory. The screen before her was filled with static.

Alarms continued to wail as there was a loud boom accompanied by a telltale creak of metal from the rear of the ship. Everything violently shook and pitched them to the port side. Ahead of them they heard a cacophony of shouting. It stank of rotten eggs, charred meat, and burning metal. Everything was cast in a rotating crimson light. Mimi regained her feet and ran ahead, "It's this way! Octavia! Are you up?!" She yelled over the noise.

Before Rayshied a ghastly figure clad in white appeared. Whatever the interference was, it distorted the image of a young blonde woman who could have been Carol's older sister. "Secur.... Off... author... defens..." Her voice was distant barely audible about all of the noise. A green and red volumetric square appeared in front of Rayshied as they ran. The green button was marked with a spider and the Red a scorpion, they pulsed to keep in front of him. "Auth...?" He was meant to make some sort of choice. The air bristled with energy around him, it reminded him of a lightning storm.

At the rear, Catronia noticed something rippling under the deck plating. When it violently shifted to the left, the ship shuddered in response. The air was wispy to them, like it was filled with smoke. There was an acidic edge to it, like they had licked a battery.

Nenna with her heightened sense of smell was hit with a horrid bouquet of destruction and rot, like someone lit rotten eggs on fire. And they were all running towards whatever the smell was and she could TASTE it. It was burning, whatever it was. The stank was almost tangible, like they were walking into a thick cloud of something horrible. There was something else she could pick out, it stank of sweat- fear? There were lots of people ahead, she could unfortunately hear them in addition to the wail of the alarm system. Fire. Someone set off... something... she couldn't make it out. They were shouting directions to control whatever it was.

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The vessel was alive with smell, sight, sound and motion; more like the bowels of some great beast than a cold, unthinking machine of a technological time. Explosions, shouting, shuddering, reeking - the whole vessel apepared ready to turn on itself and devour them alive. Rashayeid's pace quickened, his impressive height belying his freakish agility as his robes billowed behind him almost like a cape.

Amidst that, the ghostly shape of what he presumed was an AI spoke. His weapon primed and raised, aiming right at its chest. Its sudden appearance was contrated by its dim, rigid speech. It clearly wasn't a true sentient, at least not under these cirumstances.

"Rashayeid here; what I presume is a holographic AI has appeared - two buttons, green spider and red scorpion." He spoke over the coms, sweeping the area with his gun and waiting for a reply from his newfound seniors. "Advise."

The air seemed alive with raw power, electrifying against his skin. He wanted to go for the green but he had no idea what this thing was.
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Rotten eggs. Battery acid. Burning metal. Catriona could hear the vague phantoms of screeching metal. Reality was twisting, internally. Memories were jumbling with the world around them. Pupils constricted as heart rate increased, pounding against the cage of ribs. A tight vise was being constricted on the doctor's head, an unseen force exerting pressure: Anxiety, perhaps. Hypervigilance? Adrenaline began to flow quickly into the bloodstream.

Catriona was glowing like a mild candle in the half-dark. Red markings blended in when things were lit up, but stood out the moment it was dark. Green eyes shifted about like laser sights.

It was happenstance that their eyes lingered behind. Something was moving beneath the flooring, or perhaps something was breaking beneath? They weren't trained enough to know what the hell was wrong with the ship, "Something's not right. Know where the emergency oxygen is? I think... There's something wrong with the atmospherics." Their eyes shift back to the group, making sure to keep pace, "... And I'm fairly certain... This ship's breaking. Not to be alarmist or anything."

Their eyes were less focused on the issues around them, and more towards the panels. As the rest of the group was handling one thing or another... Catriona was looking for emergency supplies.
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"H-hey guys," she managed as she jogged after them - feeling more or less useless and one hundred ten percent alert and aware of her mortality. "It uh, it gets worse."

She covered her nose. No sense in double checking. The answers seemed fairly obvious to her. She halted when the broken ass AI jumped up in front of them and, again, didn't pee herself. She had a big mushroom goliath in between her and danger. Danger could be anywhere she supposed but at just this moment it was opposite that five hundred pound monster and she was very comfortable with that state of affairs.

"I don't mean to interrupt this but how many of us are there? Aren't we the only ones on the ship? Because there's a lot of people up ahead... I can smell them."
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Mimi winced, her ears were pulled back as she continued running ahead.

Rashayeid was greeted by static. He heard his reply in Mimi's receiver. She called back through her earpiece, "It's the defense protocol. I've not sure what they mean, but a red scorpion can't be anything good. Maybe the green spider means containment? Maybe the red scorpion is weapons blazing? I don't know why Octavia is being triggered."

The distorted the image of Octavia repeated. "Secur.... Off... author... defens..." Her voice was distant barely audible above all of the noise. A green and red volumetric square floated in front of Rayshied as they ran. The green button was marked with a spider and the Red a scorpion, they pulsed to keep in front of him. "Auth...?"

Nenne's question came back through the local communications protocol, whatever was jamming was not effecting communications within the corridor. Perhaps, as they got closer, they'd be able to communicate? "We have crew loading and preparing the ship. The station staff mostly! Once we launch, it'll just be us and a handful of technicians to keep the ship running. It's mostly Machina."

As they got closer, the smoke thickened, cast a bloody red by the warning lights. The din of people shouting instructions as they fought the fire were clearer. Their forms shadows against the red.

A series transmission cut through the static, "We need security up to the Armory."
"The man ran up there!"
"I don't think there was a hull breech... "
"Why are we turning?"

The image of Octavia got clearer but her question was still distorted. "Conta... or.. def...?"

The rumbling continued but the deckplates reverberated beneath their feet. The stench of burning electronics and singed metal became more pungent as the alarm claxions continued to wail.
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"Oh," Nenna said, side-eyeing the hologram in front of them. She honestly didn't know which button should be pressed; they both looked like terrible options to her, but, she didn't have to make that decision either. "Well, there's something else."

She sneezed; the smoke and smell of fire wasn't as strong as the smell of rot, and it made her want to puke. It was like she was walking into the world's worst kitchen where everything had been expired for a decade. Or two decades. And then immersed in tepid water to foul it.

"There's something rotting up there. Like, really rotting. It's worse than the fire."
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Something was on board the ship he was sure and he doubted it was friendly. There was little time to consult and he tapped down on the green button, instinctively taking a step back and sweeping the area around him with his wepaon. What he sensed however was not movement but fetid reeking creeping in unwelcome and perverse. Had something died? Waste disposal overflow? Cryo-chamber malfunction?

"The man ran up there..." He mouthed quietly. An intruder? He looked to the others. "Let's the head to the armoury. At the very least, we can make sure whatever's on board isn't any more well armed than we don't need them to be. The rot can wait."
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Catriona's eyes quickly turned to the wall. The smell of sulfur was strong upon the air, and... Burning? The first thing that the Kishargal expected was a gas leak. Pulling open a hatch in the wall, they were quick to affix an oxygen mask to their face, fitting it as tightly as possible. Eyes glancing to the side, they counted those present. There was more than enough masks in here for the immediate group, though it seemed that there were some other things keeping the group distracted. Colorful buttons and a malfunctioning AI? Dark eyes rapidly blinking, the doctor paused and considered what was even happening. A hard swallow was given, before eyes returned to the cabinet, counting out the masks before pulling it out. The group had their own things to worry about, just as well as Catriona had a separate collection of things to worry about.

Better to cover more ground and have a few in the dark than for something important to be missed.

"Alright! If we're going in further, make sure you have a mask on. ... If you breathe oxygen, at least." Catriona stepped among the group, handing out the masks, "These should keep your oxygen supply from being contaminated by... Whatever it is that smell is. I'm guessing it's some kind of... Sulfur. Better safe than sorry."
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Nenna selected one of the few masks that seemed to be made for her species and all at once she realized that she would never, ever be a firefighter. Everyone else? Flat faces. Her? Well, hers looked like a muzzle, or an old fashioned plague mask from a billion, billion years ago. She wondered what would happen if she actually ran into a fire. She wondered if her shampoo were particularly flammable. She wondered if the oily sanitized smell would stick in her nostrils for literally forever.

She had made a regrettable life choice.

The jongwu shoved her face into it and adjusted the straps, and came up blinking.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, nervously.

It came out, "Oke mm rmmdy."
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The ship trembled with the force of another explosion, or at least, that's what it felt like. Everything was moving. They were running forward and upward in a mad dash towards the armory. The sounds of the firefighting and the stench of burning electrical wires, metal and flesh fell away to silence, and nothingness.

Red lights burst into clean white light as gravity shifted around them, leaving them weightless and at peace. The illuminated faded away to pitch darkness.

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A sigh broke the stillness like a mirror cracking.

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When their eyes adjusted they stood at the door to the armory. The stench and din were gone. The door was secured. Their gas masks were mounted on the wall next to them.
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