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Andreemea: New Tomorrows

M'rayl snatched onto the hand of the crystal man as he faltered, lucky for him that she had long arms that were able to catch him just in the nick of time. Unlucky for both of them her race wasn't known for physical prowess so the momentum of his fall nearly jerked her off the ship and sent her crashing down on top of him, but the large, rough, mossy green hand of a Yu Ghreda wrapped around her waist, almost snapping her like a twig from the sudden stop, but perhaps that was an exaggeration and it was certainly better than the alternative. She turned her head to see him standing there in all his glory, a titan of a man just as the history books say. He easily stood at around seven and a half feet tall and was packed with muscle, but was surprisingly in an engineer outfit rather than a security like most would expect of them, if they even showed up at all now due to their scarcity. Or perhaps because of how rare they were they weren't in combat positions as much despite their culture?

"T-thank you," she said, eyeing him in awe.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled in a gravelly voice as he let go. "Let me help you with-"

Before he could get into position, with a heavy tug she was able to lift the crystal man up onto the ship, falling onto her butt and him collapsing on top of her. The surge of adrenaline had given her the strength needed to do the task herself. The Yu Ghreda nodded respectfully to himself at the sight, although M'rayl didn't catch this, currently distracted by the man laying firmly on top of her. The Yu Ghreda was about to leave, his work here done, when a beautiful Selva sprung onto the ship right in front of him, her (his) long hair flowing out around her (his) head before settling back down as her (his) slender feet made light contact with the plasteel floor. So this was the friend that the Captain had brought with him. A nice catch if he did say so himself. Maybe he'd buy a drink for this new addition to the crew, as a welcoming party, of course.

"Greetings, I am Urn Val, of the Yu Ghreda," he said as gracefully as he could muster, his voice booming.

Arm went to move in closer but tripped over his own two feet, ruining his graceful entrance as he stumbled awkwardly forward into Urn Val's surprised, muscular arms.

"Ah, you must be exhausted from all this excitement. Let me take you to the med bay," he said, blushing. Arma was speechless, which Yu Ghreda in their culture apparently translate as an affirmative because he was briskly sweeped off his feet and rushed away in his arms, a baffled look on his face the entire way.

The Captain, if he was just as bewildered at the scene taking place as poor Arma was, didn't show it underneath his mask. Instead he went straight to business, getting onto his communication device.

"This is Captain Ahn Vora speaking. Everyone is now on the ship that will be. You have permission to launch and remain in the atmosphere of the planet until the enemy has been revealed, in which case we will move in to engage. I will be making my way to the bridge momentarily."

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They were taking off already? Curses. The elite strike team was too slow in their advance upon hitting the road block and the cannon fodder was getting wiped out despite superior numbers among combatants. Although with the elite team still mostly alive and having the advantage in the long run, they no longer had a long run to work with. The crewmembers had been severely underestimated, it would seem, or at least they had a couple more talented individuals who were able to pull the weight of the crew, including some random newcomers that helped turn the tide. The war party leader let out a sigh, pondering what to do next. A lot of people in his clan were now dead. How troublesome. If this mission failed then would he have no choice but to ask additional clans to help him out, and convincing them to join his war party under his command would be difficult indeed.

"We still have some warriors on board the ship. We must have faith that they will succeed. Our elite team has to pull back for now and regroup for a better opportunity at another time. We can't afford to loose them if we are to win without the aid of another clan," he explained. "The rest of our men will cover their retreat."

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

The map is there already (unless you guys think there should be even more floors).

The bridge would have to be on a third floor though, or else it couldn't see. Just assume that instead of the bridge there it's an elevator to the bridge. I'll move the shield and central computer up to the second floor to fill that spot.

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

I posted the floor plans on the Exeralune page. Not everything's 100% proportional such as the main hallway looking much wider then it should be and some things not included such as smaller hallways, doors, etc, and some things may be subject to change such as storage into other stuff, but for the most part it will give a general idea where things are at. If you have any questions on rooms, please feel free to ask to get a more clear picture. Due to the floorplans changing from when I first wrote the description, trust the images over the writing on that page until I or someone gets around to editing it.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

This isn't dying is it?

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

I'll try to draw up a map as soon as I can. It might be put off until my days off, though.

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

Nanao's small blue form rushed through the hallways, at first to avoid the firefight taking place outside, but now to reach a gaping hole in the ship's exterior that the alarm on her wrist device warned her about by way of flashing lights and a touch screen stating the systems in need of repair. Some of the major repairs she wasn't qualified for, but she was more than qualified as an engineer to fire the adhesive vacuum sealant (AVS) spray, which would form a temporary wall to stop depressurization when out in space, where they were apparently needing to go to as soon as possible, certainly not having time to wait for the spare parts to be fetched and installed. They'd have to make due with the temporary fix until this whole mess was settled.

Her thin fingers clasped onto the red canister containing the spray which was located only around 6 feet from the breach, these canisters lined up in multiple places throughout the wall of the ship due to every second counting in the event of a hall breach. Sliding doors would close off the afflicted hallways to keep the vacuum at bay, but it would need to be fixed sooner rather than later in almost any case. Of course it was much easier on land without the vacuum so that she could just run up and fix the problem. In space it would be a nightmare.

She readied the nozzle as she stepped in front of the hole, only to be taken completely off guard to see a figure clad in silver armor climbing up through the wreckage. Behind her, as evident by her breastplate that she was a she, was even more people filing in, but the exact number of their forces was unknown due to the rest of the ship obstructing her view. The intruder seemed just as surprised as Nanao due to pausing abruptly in her tracks, her helmet pointing her way. Nanao panicked, knowing that she would be completely outmatched in any sort of confrontation; even if this intruder stripped off her armor and engaged her in hand to hand, one on one, the odds would still be against her in a fair fight. The Niiroan people weren't the most sturdy people around is what she was getting at. She had to end this fight now before it even truly began. Her first instinct was flight but that would be no good. This lady and her friends would be up into the ship in no time to give chase and shoot her down. Instead Nanao quickly changed her plan from flight to fight, her mind being both quick and sharp, important qualities for her occupation.

She used the element of surprise to bash the woman over the head with the canister, and while she was reeling backwards she kicked her out of her position entirely, sending her crashing into the women behind her that caused a domino effect of them all falling to the hanger floor with a loud clash. Using this moment she fired off the AVS spray, the white foam catching onto the edges of the hole and quickly filling in more and more until it completely coated the opening. It would then harden with incredible speed, sealing the ship's wound from even the affects of a vacuum. The enemy might be able to tear at the foam over time, but by the sound of things the ship would hopefully be taking off soon before the enemy had a chance to do any significant damage.

Just as she was taking a step back to examine her handiwork one last time, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a silver figure turning the corner hurriedly, gun in hand. Uh oh. Alerted by the sound of her comrades falling, no doubt, and that means that some of them had already gotten on board before she had even arrived! Her bug looking eyes couldn't widen in surprise, already being quite large, but that's what would have happened had this not been the case. She turned tail and dashed around the corner, narrowly avoiding a hail of gunfire that instead riddled the wall behind her.

She opened up her communication device and, due to being shy, "yelled" the situation in a manner that was barely audible to anyone on the receiving end of her call. Normally she'd avoid all communication but this was life threatening.

"I fixed the breach but there are enemies already inside. I repeat, enemies inside near the breach! Please help me!" She informed them frantically. To the normal speaker system it just sounded like static and a ghostly mumbling barely audible over it. However, the ship's AI ran a program to remove the static and enhanced the voice. Even with her best efforts Nanao still sounded like she using a normal inside voice, but that was all they needed to be able to understand the message. The AI accessed the cameras, revealing a group of women storming the halls. However, it appeared like they had given up on the small blue girl who's long black hair flowed in back of her, in favor of another more important list of targets. They spread out to various areas, likely an attempt to kill off the most vital people before they knew what was going on. Unfortunately a lack of power took down a lot of the cameras, leaving the exact where-a-bouts of the intruders unknown. Not good.

"Alert to all personnel about the Exeralune. An unknown number of silver armored assailants is onboard at unknown locations, likely multiple ones. Find the nearest security members, team up, and remain calm," she ordered. She had no real authority in such matters so could be overruled, but for now that seemed like the most logical plan so there was no need to wait for a higher ranking organic to point that out.

She then turned her communication just to the man who worked his way into her system.

"As for you, I don't know how you got in here but you don't seem to be too bad, at least not as bad as these silver idiots. Therefore, I offer a truce, at least until I can better analyze our exact situation. Although I'm weakened right now I can at least do twice as much as you, so we shouldn't have much of an issue keeping things held together. I'll cover whatever systems you fail to," she explained in a blunt tone.

Then she processed to herself what the enemy could be planning. It appears like the suicidal men outside, as her cameras saw, were a distraction for these women to sneak aboard. A clever ruse. Perhaps it was some weird form of chivalry? Although it wasn't like sneaking onboard was any safer. All in all these people had far more bravery than survival instinct. She just hoped that this bravery wouldn't allow them to damage her too much more. She hated being seen in such a rundown state. Even if this ship wasn't her real body, her robotic one connected to the central computer, she still felt like it was, so the enemy would pay for messing with her!

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Is Arthur looting anything?

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

Due to the forum showing signs of trouble, visit this page when the situation arises: Collaboration Page.

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

Anyone think these aliens should get on board?

Andreemea: New Tomorrows

I should have the pilot just some super lazy high guy who actually was stalled just for those reasons rather than the battle.