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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / System Failure Imminent, Dispatching Distress Signal
« on: April 12, 2009, 09:49:42 pm »
Somewhere in the background, a klaxon cried out into the hull of the ship. Vakir awoke with a start at the shrill wails, smelling smoke. But not through his own nostrils. Through his host's.
Damn engine must've choked on something again... I told those swabs to keep outta there! he thought, muttering incoherently as his tentacles wriggled inside his deceased host, stirring its carcass into action. His host's arm reached out and scratched the bony surface of its face as Vakir recovered from the daze of sleep.
"Critical malfunction detected, fires on decks three through seven detected, engine five structural damage detected, plasma vat one destabilization detected, fuel line two..." The computer droned on about various errors it had detected over the intercom.
AI must be on the fritz too... So many credits, gone because of those fools! Captain can't even get a wink o' sleep 'round here, having to babysit the crew all the time!
"Shut up, ya piece o' ****, I'm gettin' to fixin' things!" Vakir yelled at the computer. His host grabbed a plasma cutter in one hand and an old-fashioned wrench in another, dragging them through the door with it and stumbling down the corridor, still half asleep. Vakir should've listened to the computer; the problem was with the engines, but he was going toward the bridge. Not that any of that would matter in, oh, five seconds.
BOOM!
Vakir had never felt such pain in his life. Necrobain are very sensitive to vibration, and three industrial-grade engines and five plasma tanks exploding was enough to kill most Necrobain. But Vakir, seasoned and salted through years of space-travel, was not most Necrobain. The violence of the impact may have shaken him from his host, but he would find a way to survive.
"System failure imminent, dispatching distress signal," spoke the computer, its voice running the gamut of high to low throughout the phrase.
"Of course!" muttered Vakir aloud, to no one in particular. "No host, no crew, no supplies all on a wrecked ship, but at least the distress signal is sent out! Tell me, oh omnipotent one, how long can I expect to wait here, huh? Go on!" No reply. The power flickered, then shutdown. "That'd be why," Vakir sighed, contented to his death.
If only some passerby would discover him. Someone brave enough to set foot in an unknown zone, inhabited by an unknown species - The Necrobain!
Damn engine must've choked on something again... I told those swabs to keep outta there! he thought, muttering incoherently as his tentacles wriggled inside his deceased host, stirring its carcass into action. His host's arm reached out and scratched the bony surface of its face as Vakir recovered from the daze of sleep.
"Critical malfunction detected, fires on decks three through seven detected, engine five structural damage detected, plasma vat one destabilization detected, fuel line two..." The computer droned on about various errors it had detected over the intercom.
AI must be on the fritz too... So many credits, gone because of those fools! Captain can't even get a wink o' sleep 'round here, having to babysit the crew all the time!
"Shut up, ya piece o' ****, I'm gettin' to fixin' things!" Vakir yelled at the computer. His host grabbed a plasma cutter in one hand and an old-fashioned wrench in another, dragging them through the door with it and stumbling down the corridor, still half asleep. Vakir should've listened to the computer; the problem was with the engines, but he was going toward the bridge. Not that any of that would matter in, oh, five seconds.
BOOM!
Vakir had never felt such pain in his life. Necrobain are very sensitive to vibration, and three industrial-grade engines and five plasma tanks exploding was enough to kill most Necrobain. But Vakir, seasoned and salted through years of space-travel, was not most Necrobain. The violence of the impact may have shaken him from his host, but he would find a way to survive.
"System failure imminent, dispatching distress signal," spoke the computer, its voice running the gamut of high to low throughout the phrase.
"Of course!" muttered Vakir aloud, to no one in particular. "No host, no crew, no supplies all on a wrecked ship, but at least the distress signal is sent out! Tell me, oh omnipotent one, how long can I expect to wait here, huh? Go on!" No reply. The power flickered, then shutdown. "That'd be why," Vakir sighed, contented to his death.
If only some passerby would discover him. Someone brave enough to set foot in an unknown zone, inhabited by an unknown species - The Necrobain!