Expanded Beginnings

OOC: I'm here.

boop

OOC: Herrow!

OOC:

@Gor: Hey. I think it was your go.

@Wookie: I think you were taking Eliza to the medbay.

OOC: Indeedy doo

OOC: I think we need to wait for Gor though. He was the one controlling the flashlights in the dungeon that was once called the Trafalgar.

OOC: Yah, could have the characters chat whilst being extremely cautious if ya want

OOC: Alright. I think it was your go then.

OOC: I'll let you start the conversation

Eliza: So, why are you still sticking around? Would have thought you would take the attack as a chance to escape.

"I said I intended to serve the alliance, this is what I'm doing"

Eliza: Didn't think you were being sincere when you said that.

"I don't like lying"

*She laughs at that.*

Eliza: A career criminal? Disliking the idea of lying?

*smiles*
"The truth is much more fun"

Eliza: Is that what this is to you? A game? Something for your enjoyment?

OOC you remember the geth ship is still there right? 
ya could always
jump to ftl

OOC: Um...Talk to Wookie. This set up was his.

"No that's just my opinion, why lie when the truth will usually be more fun"

OOC: Erm, I'm a gunnery officer. I assumed that the vessels would be flying away during the firefight

OOC just say the ship jumps away or whatever

Eliza: You don't usually associate honesty with criminals is all.

OOC: okay

+Prepare for FTL jump+

"I guess I'm not your normal criminal"

Eliza: That's obvious by now...

"Good"

*The frigate enters FTL*

*She passes out, probably from the exertion of combat....was probably never in a firefight before.*

"Oh fuck"
*Stops her from falling and picks her up again*

*Yeah, she's out cold.*

*He sighs and carries her to medical*

*Which I'm guessing is filled with wounded?*

*upon arriving the medical bay is full of wounded personnel and overworked medics*

Doctor: *Sighs* Damn it...Alright, just...put her in that chair over there.

*He places her in the chair and props her wounded leg up on a small table*

"What do you need?"

Doctor: Extra hands. What does it look like?

"I meant I'm gonna help, tell me what to do"

Doctor: Just...help those who's wounds aren't to bad. That'll help.

"As you wish"
*He drakes his trench coat over Eliza and gets to work*

OOC: Time skip to when he's done/when she wakes up?

Doctor: Thank you. *Goes to help more serious cases.*

OOC: Sure.

OOC: okay!

/A few hours later\

*She starts to wake up.*

*His coat is still covering her*

*She looks around, groggy.*

*She sees a dimly lit medical bay full of critically wounded patients, none of whom are conscious*

Eliza *thinking to herself*: Aw fuck....

OOC: *They begin mutating and growing spikes out of their backs*

*Nothing is really happening inside the medical bay*

*She tries to get up and look around.*

OOC: *She also begins hallucinating, giving everything an orangey yellow tint, before finding a plasma cutter with a rotating head*

*Apart from a slight pain in her leg she can stand without too much trouble, from the looks of it only critical crewmen are awake. Behind the window she can see the remains of a Geth and a few medics sitting at a table, eating*

OOC: Really? With the references!? They're not even IC!!!

IC:

*She goes up to the geth to make sure it's dead.*

OOC: ehehehe, I'm playing Dead Space.
*Cue escaping from medical and finding and Engineering RIG*

IC:
Female Doctor: It's dead honey, how are you feeling?

OOC: Ah.

IC:

Eliza: Better than when I passed out.

OOC: lol

IC:
Doctor: Good, do you want something to eat?
*She offers Eliza some soup*

Eliza: Thank you. *Begins to eat it.* Hey, anyone seen Prescott?