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Space Horror

IN SPACE, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU MEME

Sure we've got your fun interplanetary romps, your space spaghetti westerns, your xenoromance. This is none of those things. This is you getting lost in the depths of space. This is you being stuck in a silent hulking dead ship with no idea where to turn. This is you hiding in the dark and hoping the creature doesn't see you. This is you, surviving some kind of horrors. Or not. Do your best.

THREAT

• YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHIES Xenomorphs, facehuggers, necromorphs, predators, whatever: the threat you're up against is some kind of being you've never seen before. Perhaps they're engineered somehow, perhaps they've evolved this way. Either way, I hope you can figure out how to kill them before they kill you.
• I'M AFRAID I CAN'T DO THAT Why the hell did we think building un-tethered AI was a good idea? Your threat is an android, or a ship's AI, or I don't know, a sentient race of evil ships that want to destroy all life and suck it into tubes to make a weird baby shaped ship. WHATEVER. The point is, technology is going against you. Can you beat out something with that much processing power? Maybe having bigger firepower will help.
• I LOVE... ROCKS Your threat is environmental. An exploding sun, an alien planet with an inhospitable atmosphere, your ship's life support systems have failed, your shuttle has gone down in flames. Can you cobble together some way to fix the problem before you all die?
• THIS IS NOT A RESCUE SHIP Screw the other problems, what you're up against are HUMANS. Or, you know, whatever species/race matches yours. We're not xeno-racist here. Anyway, you're being targeted by your own. Maybe you're in the way of a scientific development, or you've become expendable, or they want to take over your ship, or they're just plain evil.
• ABOUT 15 SECONDS Holy shit. Holy... shit. You were outside your ship making repairs and you got knocked off track. Maybe your fancy magnetic boots failed. Maybe some debris from your ship took you down with it. Either way, your space walk has become a space "holy shit help I'm going to get spaced, someone get me back on board." Try not to panic.
• WE'RE THE ENEMIES You've been out in space too long. Everything is going strange and everything is a threat. Is your space sickness psychological or physiological? Is it spreading? Is there a cure?

LOCATIONS

• PLANETSIDE Crash landed. In an outpost. Building a new life. You're on a planet not your own and things are going horribly wrong. What can you do when you have no way home?
• STATION SWEET STATION Whether you're out in your ship or in a streamlined space station, things are rotten in Denmark. You'd better fix that circuitry before you all die. Just a suggestion.
• THE GAPING MAW There's nothing around you and all you can hear is your breathing. Are you calm? Panicked? What's it like floating in the vast expanse of space?
• IT'S INEVITABLE You're lost in your own head. You can be anywhere, but maybe you're the threat because you've short-circuited from being in space too long. The mind can only take so much. Try to be gentle. Try to breathe. No one's after you, it's all in your head.

As always, these are just suggestions. Also, not all examples are strictly hard sci-fi but we do what we want in these parts. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!

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[God this is one hundred percent my jam. Canonically has experience with the I'm Afraid I Can't Do That prompt (hi, Ultron) but open to all prompts. Would absolutely love to do something set in actual space, because that would be new territory for her. All caught up on WandaVision and can mark for or avoid spoilers as needed. OTA, canon, cross canon, assumed CR, etc.]

[Out of all the horrors Dean's faced, space has never been one of them, so that definitely needs to change, ha ha. Given that he has a pretty deep fear of flying, him ending up on a space station/ship could be really interesting to play around with. Cas only for shipping unless we have previous CR but OTA for gen, canon, cross canon, assumed CR, etc.]

( ship prefs | permissions & kinks | f&tws open )

( considering that not only is part of orion's backstory based in supersoldier experiments using alien/demon tissue but also part of his character inspo derives from the likes of doomguy and commander sheperd? yeah, this is right at home for him. this is not a rescue ship and we're the enemies have been at least hinted at within backstory/previous events, but fully OTA in this case! he's also prime material to be the threat, since his shadowbeast form isn't always the most stable. )

[Military part of expedition/mission/etc.]

Some people would walk barefoot over broken glass to get themselves onto a creepy derelict spaceship that just showed up in Earth's orbit one day. Davis Bloome isn't one of them. No one's secret agency sent him here. Truth is, he doesn't even know how he got here himself, one minute he was climbing into the back of his rig and the next he was stuck in some slime-filled cocoon with a tube shoved down his throat.

Rumlow and his team were the ones who found him. Him and a few others, none of whom lived very long. They didn't shoot him, which he's grateful for, and their only rule was to stay out of the way and not make a burden of himself. Davis was fine with that. He's a medic, not a soldier.

Then they got hit. Some huge, Hulk-sized thing with obsidian-black skin, too many arms, and a too-long tail. It dropped on them from above, killing two of Rumlow's teammates straightaway and then tearing through the rest, him included. The tail hit him and, if he was only human, he'd be dead. But he's not, and when he sees that thing advancing on a cornered Rumlow, the beast inside him takes over.

The next few seconds are a blank to Davis, like they always are when his darker side comes out to play. He comes back to himself with the remains of the monster's head in his hands, crushed between them like a piece of rotten fruit. Panting, he drops the dead thing and whirls around, terrified he'll find a second corpse there. But to his profound relief, Rumlow's still alive.

"You okay?" Davis avoids the other man's eyes as he comes to Brock's side, dropping to one knee to check how badly he is injured.

[ Open, but with an optional "You have my sympathies" prompt. Do note that... in this scene, Remilia is semi-feral and starved after millennia of sleep. Starts corpse like and looks more human and prettier the more victims she claims...

Finding evidence of a civilization on the Red Planet was the find of the millennium, that life, intelligent life, exists in the universe, or at least had in this case. It wasn't long before a flotilla of crewed missions were sent to Mars to dig up the many artefacts found by Perseverance so long ago. This was work more suited to a more gentle, human touch.

One of those artefacts being brought back to Earth was a sarcophagus, seemingly inert at least until half-way home when it was found open... and empty. A day later, one of the crew was found dead, drained completely of blood. Whatever it was, it was somehow alive... and hungry.

Maybe some things were best left buried in the sand. ]

Edited 2021-03-21 00:03 (UTC)

[i am here for any and all of this, though admittedly I'm Afraid I Can't Do That piques my interest because Jamie's a nerd and his strengths lie in computer fuckery. outrunning/outwitting things could be fun too, though.

also available in CRAU flavor if you'd like an aged-up version who has some experience being preyed upon by, running from and fighting horrifying aliens in space, and is 900% more done with life because of it.]

[ooc: So I'm torn between a scenario with Jaime and Gyunei both held captive by an AI (think I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) and they have to cooperate to survive, a scenario where Jaime is captured and set to be brainwashed by Neo Zeon but Gyunei starts talking to him (maybe leading to helping him escape?), and a mech scenario where Gyunei has to defend Jaime from some AI's drones/Zoids/mobile dolls while Jaime works to disable them. Do any of those strike your fancy?]

[Yeah, sure. You know, the logic made sense; they were two of the most powerful musicians to come out of the last group, sure they're most apt to look into something in an adjacent system. That's cool, that's fine. Just fire them into space with supplies and a ship AI to go investigate some anomalous issue even though nobody knows what it even is.]

[In hindsight, it makes absolutely no sense.]

[For starters, Terry can not fucking figure out why the system won't give him today's diagnostics. He's sure there's something up, but everything he tries just gives him errors upon errors. So FINE, he's gonna call Jamie over the comms.]

Hey-- you busy?

Only for another couple minutes. What's up?

[Jamie's elbow-deep in another console several corridors away at the moment, stripping wires and soldering together new connections. Pretty basic stuff that he could do in his sleep.]

[Watching the lab techs strap their prisoner down and tape electrodes to his bare chest, Gyunei is struck once again by just how small the captured Zoid pilot is. He'd guessed real quick the pterosaur-shaped unit's pilot had to be a rookie, but even he'd been surprised when they finally got the hatch open and he'd gone in expecting a fight, only to find a kid who could barely even throw a punch.

He'd looked scared then. Now he's got to be terrified, if he has any idea at all what's coming. Maybe he doesn't. He has no idea what this kid does or doesn't know. But very soon he will know, because the opening interrogation is his to conduct. Not one of his usual duties, but then this isn't a usual prisoner either.

If the Zoid pilot is looking for any support or empathy, he won't find it on Gyunei's stern face. The Cyber-Newtype keeps his expression tightly neutral, the way a soldier should, and only approaches after the techs finish securing the prisoner's head in place. They part like a wave to make way for him and he doesn't spare any of them a single glance. He's not much older than the boy he's facing , but between his military bearing and the dress uniform he's wearing he's every inch a model Neo-Zeon soldier.]

I've got some questions to ask you. Answer them honestly and this'll go a lot easier on you.

["Terrified" is a pretty apt description. Restrained and vulnerable, Jamie's not clear on exactly what's going to happen to him beyond something deeply unpleasant, and that knowledge alone is enough to make his gut churn with apprehension.

With his head immobilized he only notices Gyunei's approach out of the corner of his eye, and with the other pilot looming over him, composed and impassive and totally in control, Jamie guesses that this is when things start getting really bad. Fists clenching, he pulls futilely against the restraints.]

If y-you just wanted to ask questions there's no reason to k...keep me tied down like this.

[He only stammers a little. Considering how fast his heart is racing, that's almost impressive.]

[Whose bright idea was it to even put a kid like this in a Zoid? That's not one of the questions Gyunei's been instructed to ask, but he kind of wants to anyway, just because whoever was dumb enough to send someone with this little training out on the battlefield deserves to be in this chair a lot more than its current occupant does.

Thinking about whoever that is helps him keep his expression cold and stern, aloof to the younger pilot's struggling and what's about to happen to him. Mouth hardening into a thin line, Gyunei reaches over to the console beside the chair and, after a moment's hesitation, presses a button there. the electrodes on Jaime's chest and the metal band around his head roar to life, sending an agonizing electrical charge straight into his body. It only lasts for a couple seconds, but to someone who hasn't been trained to resist interrogation methods like this, it'll probably be a couple seconds of pure hell.]

We decide what there is and isn't a reason for. What is your name?

[He does give Jaime a few seconds to recover before asking, at least. No sense in wasting words when the prisoner's in too much pain to even hear him.]

[The shock hits him like a truck, setting every nerve alight so suddenly and so fiercely he can barely comprehend it. Muscles spasming, Jamie bucks violently against the restraints, a piercing scream clawing its way out of his throat. The pain lasts for a small eternity that stretches on and on -

- and then it's over, just as quickly as it started, and his entire body goes limp and sags back down in the chair. His skin feels tingly, like he's being jabbed all over by sharp little claws, and tremors ghost through his limbs. Jamie drags in a shuddering breath and just concentrates on that, too stunned to dwell on much else, until he hears Gyunei's voice. The boy pries open his eyes, unaware he'd ever closed them; they're watery with pain and from having been screwed so tightly shut. It takes a moment longer for him to force his jaw to relax enough to talk, and when he does his voice is shaking much more noticeably than before.]

J...Jamie. Jamie Hemeros. W-why are you doing this?

[There's a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth when the prisoner screams, but otherwise he manages to keep himself from flinching. Strange, to be on the other end of this machine and for someone else to be in the chair. He lets out a breath while Jaime's catching his, and feels relieved when he sees the kid's eyes are still squeezed tightly shut.

By the time Jaime manages to force his eyes open the cold impassive mask is firmly back in place, and at first he's gratified by the response Jaime gives him, until he realizes what came with it. Damn it. He was hoping to go at least another couple minutes without having to hit him again, but he had to go and break another rule. Irritation flashes in his eyes, the only warning Jaime gets, and then the Cyber-Newtype stabs down on the button again, this time holding it and counting to three in his head. He really hopes this kid is at least a quick learner at the very least, because if he's not they're both in for a very long evening.

Again, he gives Jaime a little time to catch his breath, probably not as much time as he needs but as much as he's gonna get, and there's a tone of reprimand in his voice when he does speak.]

You don't get to ask questions. I ask the questions, you answer them, we keep going. You give me any response outside of that, I light you up. Am I clear?

[Another ungodly shriek rips out of him and he thrashes in the chair, his entire body rebelling against the indignities it's suffering. Gyunei's voice comes to him through a haze of disorientation as the claws prick at his flesh again and his bones vibrate inside his skin. Jamie, mute and breathless, tries to nod, fails because of the band around his head, and rasps out a frantic scattering of syllables, terrified of what might happen if he doesn't give a response his tormentor can perceive.]

Yes! Yes. Okay, all right, all right, all right...

[He trails off into a breathless sort of mutter, eyes fixed on Gyunei's blurry visage above him.]

[This time he doesn't stiffen at all; as awful as it is, he's already getting used to the sound of Jaime's screams. And hey, it's not like anyone pointed a gun at the kid's head and made him get in that Zoid of his, right? Dispassionately he watches Jaime's convulsions, and while the prisoner's recovering he takes the opportunity to check the monitor that's keeping track of Jaime's vitals. Satisfied that he's not anywhere close to killing the kid, Gyunei meets the younger pilot's watery stare evenly, his gaze fixed and unyielding.]

Good. All right then, Jaime Hemeros. Where are you from and what Zoid team did you belong to?

[His hand hovers over the button, ready to press it again if Jaime is dumb enough to try and start a staring contest with him.]

[Jamie's eyes flick from the indistinct mass of Gyunei's face and body to the vague shape of his arm, ready to depress that switch and plunge him back into a world of pain, and he scrambles to reply.]

Southern Elemia Desert, Europa. I'm with the Blitz Team, I-I'm their strategist -

[He cuts himself off abruptly and cringes in his restraints. Does that count as too much information? Gyunei hadn't asked what his role was on the team, just where he was from, and he's desperate to avoid another shock.]

Edited 2021-03-21 11:32 (UTC)

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