Grounded: Icefields

OOC: That's too easy, I need to try reentry with makeshift parts. But ok.

BIC:

Parable was slightly surprised at the arrival of the escape pod. He thought about using it rather than his make-shift heatshield, which was rather thick now, but realized it wouldn't help. The pod had an extremely large crack through the middle of it, and atmospheric stresses would rip it apart.

So he did something else. He moved around it and used a welding laser to remove sections of it, including the reentry-thrusters and the emergency parachute. He integrated the thrusters to his MOXUS, creating a makeshift jetpack, and quickly gained full control over it. He attached the parachute to the heatshield, and then carefully dissected the rest of the pod. The plating was integrated to the shield. The control systems were added to his suit, as an new autopilot system. The pod's cushioning was added to his part of the shield. Control surfaces added to the shield and slaved to the autopilot. Communications added to the suit.

The last thing left was the frame, which was too hard to use. He kicked it off and attached himself to his heatshield as it entered the atmosphere, rocking on the first few bumps.

All the while, collecting data. No librarian had ever attempted reentry like this before. If it was possible, he'd be rich. Or dead.

OOC: Or that.

BIC:

The ship's roll increased and she flipped end-for-end, going in tail first. External systems peeled off and the engineering deck was completely fried in the plasma shock. Bulkheads shut, and began to glow red as the ship hit the planet's atmosphere.

Jake had been thrown out from the turret in the shock, and tried to get to the closest escape pod.
Luckily, there was an unactivated one pretty much next to him, and he quickly got himself inside.
"Dear any gods that may hear me," he prayed, "If any of the fighters and armored vehicles survive, I will consider worshiping one of you."
He then activated the pod, and it launched itself into space.

OOC: Remember, Librarians can hardwire anything into anything.

BIC:

Parable held onto the shield tightly as the first plasma shock began to take effect. The shield was partially melting- he could see streams of molten metal flying off the sides. But it would hold.

Altis picked himself off the floor, after recovering successfully from the third consecutive system crash, a common problem, considering he was an ex maverick.

"****ing NSCDOS 9.8"

Altis had been completely unaware of what had happened during his unscheduled nap, so he messages Toran

:::TRANSMISSION:::
>_Altis to Toran
>_Start
>_Blacked out, system crashed, should be fine now, what have I missed?
:::END:::

Helion realizing almost immediately that the room was depressurizing, so he gasped as much air as he could and started towards the escape pods.

After making it to the escape pods, his vision was blurred, and he was getting light headed. he decided to forgo fastening himself in he just slammed his fist into the emergency button, closing the hatch, and ejecting the escape pod.

Parable was falling much faster than the ship. He watched it fall behind him as he fell, burning up, with multiple pieces flying off. Something ejected off the side- an escape pod. Seven more followed before they quit. But Parable hardly had time to contemplate them.

A loud wrenching noise shook him, and the shield began to separate. He was blasted by a plasma plume, causing heat sensors to go craze before he managed to grab both separating panels and force the together. He quickly welded it back, and prepared to separate.

But he didn't need to. The plasma plume began to die down as he hit the lower atmosphere- by now, the ship was out of sight, on a much different entry angle. The solid ice glistened below him, and parable saw this as his chance. He punched the parachute lever and it deployed, increasing the drag of the shield dramatically. G forces rose to 5. He didn't expect the parachute to last long, and he was correct- it was shortly ripped off as he entered an extremely dense storm. At this stage, he pushed off from the shield and activated the retro-thrusters, attempting to slow himself down enough to impact safely.

He was still going nearly 30 m/s when he slammed into the solid ice glacier.

Needs more ice monsters

Tiel+ wrote:

Needs more ice monsters

Don't worry, only one of us has even landed yet.

BIC:
The escape pod fell towards the planet. Jake hoped he would land close to the ship, the explosives and armored vehicles would be really fun useful to have access to.
Oh, and the food and water supplies would probably be good to have too.

After pushing the last redshirt Ensign into a escape pod. He moved to a console activating the LOCK Protocol locking the bridge and his cabin down. Three feet thick plates slid over the windows. The doors had bolted shut as the ship spiraled out of control throwing him against the wall knocking him out cold.

Helion finally regained a normal state just a few kilometers off the ground. He made sure that he had his coil gun with, as he did not know whether or not he would need it. the engines kicked on for several minutes slowing the decent to something more reasonable. After a period of time, Helion was only a few meters off the ground then the engines ran out of fuel and he plummeted and hit the ground with a thud. The pod door ejected off of the craft and landed about a meter away from it. Helion grabbed his coil gun and started out towards where the ship was about to crash.

A large crater marked the site of Parable's fall.

Or rather, it was two. One for Parable, and one for the heat shield. The shield's was larger, but of course, it was going faster. Nothing remained of the shield.

A large plume of black, thick smoke was rising out from the smaller crater. It didn't last long- The blizzard quickly extinguished whatever smoke was rising. But the fire kept burning.

After a few minutes, the sound of screeching metal could be heard from the bottom of the crater. It shortly ceased.

Another few minutes, and something collapsed.

Over the lip of the crater, a hand raised itself over the edge, and latched itself onto a bit of metal sticking out from the glacier.

The escape pod landed softly on the frozen ground, just a couple hundred meters away from where he assumed the ship would land.
"Nicest crash landing I've ever experienced." Jake said to himself. "Sort of boring, really."
He started walking towards the falling ship, hoping for some big creature to appear and start attacking.
It did not happen.
"Beautiful planet, but boring."

OOC: Sos for not posting, for most of yesterday and the day before I was at a party in some woods, and hadn't slept in 36 hours :/

Anthiel felt the ship flip from his hiding place under the table; it was going down tail first. He leapt from the cavity under the work station, grasping the metal lip of the door to the crew quarters and pulled himself up onto the shelf. He had to get to the hanger deck, or he would be killed when the ship crashed. As the ship started re-entry, metal groaned and a great hole opened up in from of him, leading to someone's quarters. He attempted to leap over it, but failed, and plummeted head first into a wardrobe; knocking himself out.

The ship, still traveling at significant speed, slammed into the landscape at 250 m/s.  Scraping the ventral armor plating, weaponry, and thrusters clean off, it ground to a halt at the end of a kilometer-long furrow.

Markus hauled himself upright and surveyed the damage. Sickbay was remarkably intact. Time to see what wasn't.

OOC: All escape pods will land within 3km of the crash site. Those that don't survive are redshirts NPCs.

Helion was about half a kilometer from the ship, however due to him not being at all used to the cold, and being a Solari he really wasn't made for this planet, as his minimum body temperature before hypothermia set in was 37 degrees Celsius. He decided to continue moving as the ship wasn't getting any closer, and he wasn't getting any warmer.

Parable was dying.

Well, dying's a pretty strong word. He was seriously injured- the MOXUS medical suite couldn't keep up with him enough. The extreme cold was sapping at his strength. Without medical attention, he would die.

But he knew where to go. Despite the fall, his monitoring processes in the ship kept running- and they kept sending him data. Though his communicator was out, he had slaved them into a separate system not designed for communication. By backtracing the signal, he found his direction of travel.

He had nearly 5 kilometers to travel. His suit power would hold out for four. He saw no alternatives, so he trudged on, all the while reactivating the security-camera running processes in order to ascertain the ship's status.

This isn't an appearance. I won't RP here. I just thought if throw this in for fun. Feel free to reject it, but it's better than some eldritch nightmare.

The Strigforme scout's snow-speeder skidded to a halt when the scout saw a large plume of fire like a meteor. The inconspicuous station buried under the ice, run by the Strigiforme Empire, had been tracking the ship as it fuddled around, gathering data and such. They noticed its', ahem, 'decaying'(some might call it crashing) orbit, and deployed a scout on a rapid speeder to assess the situation.

The scout drew out a pair of binoculars, and observed the crash. The ship was fairly intact, and it was well within the bounds of reason that its' inhabitants were still alive. The scout withdrew his radio, and made a quick message to the base about the situation. They were faced now with a choice, leave them alone, or deliver a traditional Strigiforme welcome-bullets.

Jake saw the ship crash when he was only about 70 meters away.
"Ah, finall.."
The shockwave threw him off his feet, landing him in a pile of snow a few meters behind.
When he got up again, he saw the ship another kilometer further away.
"Aw, come on!" he shouted, and started walking.
"This is the most boring crash landing ever." he mumbled to himself, and fired a grenade at a nearby chunk of ice.
It blew up in a fireball followed by a spray of rain.
"Much better."

OOC: Ach, looks good. If you want to RP as the Strigiforme, great. If not, I'll try to wing it.

BIC: Toran, somewhat dazed, began tracking down the crew.
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Capt. J. Cinthier, Chief Tactical Officer & Acting Captain - UNKNOWN
Lt. Cmdr. M. Korriman, Chief Medical Officer & Acting XO - LOCATED
Lt. Parable, Chief Science Officer - LOCATED [ASSIST]
2nd Lt. Atlis, Chief Engineering Officer - UNKNOWN
Sgt. J. Cliff, Security Chief - UNKNOWN
Spc. Helion, Security - LOCATED
Pvt. Anthiel, Security - UNKNOWN

Anthiel pulled himself up from the metal grave he was entombed in.  He pushed aside the remains of the wardrobe and looked around to grasp a sense of his surroundings.  He was in the shattered remains of the section of crew quarters is that had been thrown a couple of hundred yards from the wreckage.  His plasma pistol lay shattered on the floor below him.  he pulled himself up over the wall and looked through the raging blizzard and towards the ship.  He shivered from the intense cold and started towards the wreckage, he would have to reach the shattered remains of the ship before he froze.

MrTargareyan wrote:

Anthiel pulled himself up from the metal grave he was entombed in.  He pushed aside the remains of the wardrobe and looked around to grasp a sense of his surroundings.  He was in the shattered remains of the section of crew quarters is that had been thrown a couple of hundred yards from the wreckage.  His plasma pistol lay shattered on the floor below him.  he pulled himself up over the wall and looked through the raging blizzard and towards the ship.  He shivered from the intense cold and started towards the wreckage, he would have to reach the shattered remains of the ship before he froze or was mauled by the planet's native inhabitants.

OOC: No native inhabitants. Just us & owls, though they don't know about the feathery d00dz yet.

Fleet Admiral Error wrote:

MrTargareyan wrote:

Anthiel pulled himself up from the metal grave he was entombed in.  He pushed aside the remains of the wardrobe and looked around to grasp a sense of his surroundings.  He was in the shattered remains of the section of crew quarters is that had been thrown a couple of hundred yards from the wreckage.  His plasma pistol lay shattered on the floor below him.  he pulled himself up over the wall and looked through the raging blizzard and towards the ship.  He shivered from the intense cold and started towards the wreckage, he would have to reach the shattered remains of the ship before he froze or was mauled by the planet's native inhabitants.

OOC: No native inhabitants. Just us & owls, though they don't know about the feathery d00dz yet.

OOC: fixed

Jake had reached the ship, after an additional 20 minutes of walking.
Being a zuguthian, he was used to tough climate, and the cold didn't affect him much. He did want to get to somewhere warm, though.

After searching around the wreck for a while, he found a good entrance to the hangar bay.
Once inside, he was pleased to see that one of the armored vehicles not only had managed to stay intact, but had rolled around enough to be wheels down.
"If the rest of the crew is dead, I don't really care any more" he said to himself.
"Not saying having them alive wouldn't be awesome."
He then decided to try and get to the cargo area to see if any of the food and water survived.

Unfortunately for the crew, most of the supplies ahd been either blown into space, torched on the way down, or just tossed about and destroyed. There were plenty of emergency rations...that just tasted like burnt cardboard.