SPACE OLYMPICS FINAL DAY

[theyear3022]

SPACE OLYMPICS
DAY 4
Around three in the morning, the space station is rocked by an explosion. And if that wasn't enough to wake you up, maybe the blaring alarms and sounds of ray-gun fire will do it. Your friendly neighborhood Olympic coordinator is on the intercom within a few seconds with an urgent announcement.

"Welcome to your Space Olympics! Uh, all the oxygen has run out, and someone who will not be named may have accidentally hit self-destruct. Please file to your escape pods while I distract the alien hordes. Oh, god, we're all gonna die, and I know my sins will take me to hell. Help me, Baby Space Jesus!"

The message ends with the sound of aliens taking the control room. So much for the sports - it's time to abandon ship!

[Note: Anyone "killed" during this section, whether vaporized by ray-gun or taken down by sporting equipment, will disappear from the station and reappear at a random location in the castle, unharmed.]

THE INVASION
ESCAPE PODS
THE END [TBA]
OOC: Info Post | Roster | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

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THE INVASION

[theyear3022]

[All hell has officially broken loose! Hull breaches on Decks 4, 5, 6, and also EVERY DECK. Aliens are pouring in everywhere, and they're packing ray-guns! What do the athletes have to fight back with? Sports equipment! Yup, this is perfectly fair.

Most of the aliens are pretty generic, but perhaps a few of them look familiar...]

[encryptedlock]

[Why is York not surprised?

--Oh, right, because this is his life.

To his disappointment earlier, he had learned they were playing the non-lethal version of Grifball. The kind that didn't have a bomb that explodes when you score, and, seeing the walls of this station, he had understood why. Instead it was the kind where they were hitting ten-foot-tall soccer balls with gravity hammers. This has two advantages when applied to an alien invasion. One, the gravity hammer is the strongest melee weapon known to man. Two, a ten-foot-tall soccer ball hit with a gravity hammer is a stun or knockout on a strong enemy, and positively lethal to smaller ones.

York holds the gravity hammer like a golf club and swings it so the impact hits the giant soccer ball front and center.]

Fore!

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond hits the wall in time to avoid being hit by a... soccer ball? He looks back where it came from and raises an eyebrow.]

Do you have more of those? Or were you hoping one of them would be kind enough to throw it back?

[waterproofed]

[welp it's a good thing he and Katniss were already talking about this. Percy's space sword will kind of suck in a fight but he doesn't mind bashing in some alien heads. Percy is actually on the look-out for York and ducks as a giant soccer ball comes hurdling at him]

Hey, York!

[originalcopy]

[On the plus side his sports equipment includes a rifle. On the down side it's a pretty lame one. He's also got two rocket skis slung over his shoulder because why the fuck not.

Right now his plan is pretty simple: find people and get them moving to the escape pods. Provide cover fire as needed. Cover fire is easy, he doesn't have to worry about actually hitting anything, just convincing the enemy that he could hit them if they show their face.

On the outside he's keeping cool... he's done this sort of thing enough that it's pretty much automatic. On the inside he's furious. He's got no armor and no radio to get in touch with the Freelancers or anyone else. He has no way of knowing if they need help or letting them know if he does. No way of coordinating what's going on.

He just has to trust them to do what they do best.
This sucks.]

[foughtfortheusers]

[Have a cat eared alien making a rumbling at you Church.

And he's aiming a ray gun at Church, stalking closer.] Die human.

[last_rat_standing]

[... he knew it was only a matter of time until shit went down.

Ah well. The bonus of being assigned to Space Sharpshooting is that he has a GUN. Which is currently in his hand, ready to shoot at any aliens that comes his way. He's covering anyone trying to make for the escape pods to try to keep the loss of life to the creatures currently trying to kill them]

[madetosin]

[Some aliens are a bit more cunning than others. There's one waiting at the end of the hall where Mr. Bond is currently headed, pressed up against a wall. Happily, for him, he's nearly human looking. You have to get very close to notice there's another set of eyes above the first, hidden just slightly under the fringe of his hair. He's leaned up against the wall with a small smile and one hand at his side, hiding a ray gun under the folds of his coat.]

Looking for the exit?

[cyan_maid]

[Really, now. Familiar aliens? That would imply that you've met this one!

With a very sharp and toothy grin, a cyan-blooded troll stalks the decks, ray gun at the ready and a spring in her step. She's taking this invasion very seriously.]

Hoo hoo hoo! Let's get this show off to the races!

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia's with her, holding her ray gun ready in a similar fashion. It's time to Pose As A Team, Because Shit Just Got Real. They are the Troll Charlie's Angels, it's them. Want more? I could go on all day.

... okay one more. GO GO TEAM FEDORABLE!]

Hee hee! The humans don't stand a ghost of a chance!

[compromisedarrow]

[Luckily for Clint, his sport is also his specialty. He's running through a corridor, shooting at anything that gets in his way, and generally either taking them down, or knocking out their mobility.

He needs to get somewhere he can snipe from.]

I damn well knew this would end badly!

[last_rat_standing]

[Sup, Clint?

There's a familiar looking dude gunning down aliens with ridiculous accuracy nearby.]

[not_nikkiheat]

[Kate hears him as he passes her and she's trying to knock aliens out with a piece of wood she picked up.]

Yeah, what was your first clue?

[quadro_dent]

[There is one alien who's quite a bit shorter than all the others. She's covered in fur and bares her four very sharp teeth at everyone, growling as she waves her ray gun]

Grr! [Which clearly means "Surrender! We are taking over this space station!"]

[whichwayyoulean]

[HIS SPORT IS SPACE KNITTING ALL HE HAS ARE KNITTING NEEDLES WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THOSE?

The Once-ler, as always, is horribly unprepared for Dangerous Things. After all, he is a squishy human with next to no combat skills and a nervous disposition to start with. Luckily, he has a carefully thought out plan to deal with these kinds of situations, and it is as follows:

1. Panic.
2. Start screaming.
3. Run around until I find Ino.
4. In event of there being no Ino, find someone else to save me.
5. In event of there being no one, curl up into a ball and wait for death.

He's currently working through steps 3 to 4. Who wants to save an excessively tall guy running around in a blind panic clutching a pair of knitting needles?]

Re: THE INVASION

[pint_sized_carnivore]

[Chie fell from her bed when the ship was rocked by the explosions, hitting her head in the process]

Ow! Sheesh!

What's going on here?

[Then she hears ray guns outside as she walked out of her room, holding her head]

Oh crap! Oh crap! [Chie starts freaking out until she heard the announcement better. Escape pods - She needs to go to where they are, but where would that be?]

O-Okay, Chie. Don't freak out. Don't freak out... [She peeks at the hallways, and they look clear. She tries to find someone to help her out. Since she's in Karate, she's got no weapon. But these aliens are about to know that her legs are lethal weapons alone. Unless she got shot first]

[both_neither]

[Who else might be roaming the halls but this friendly alien? Well, ok, maybe not as friendly as he might look at first glance, and very certainly almost human looking, except for the green cast to his skin. He is a Martian after all. It's right there in his name. All Martians are green, right? Right.

He's also a crack shot with that ray gun of his. Watch out.]

[theabjectauthor]

[those of you looking for aliens to defend against might be vaguely confused if you come across this one.

he's standing near the Information booth, looking over the map of the space station, no ray gun in sight. and if you approach him, he'll just ... smile invitingly]

[deductiongeek]

....Somehow, I knew something like this was coming.

[Consider Conan extremely unimpressed. He quickly ransacks a storeroom for ammunition and barricades himself at the entrance with his supplies. After taking out a few aliens with high speed soccerballs he takes advantage of a lull in the attack to start taking apart some of the electronics he's located. Maybe there was something he could do with this.]

THE INVASION

[tapshoetomove]

[So you think you've found a clear path to the escape pods, did you? Well your path will be blocked by a small boy with squirrel ears and a big, fluffy tail. He looks harmless enough, even adorable as he starts chattering.

What he's saying is not as adorable.]

(Exterminate all the humans! Let no one escape!)

[And that's when he pulls out his ray gun and starts firing.]

[not_nikkiheat]

[Why the hell doesn't she have her gun? She's not sure how effective it would be on aliens, but at least she would feel better if she were armed. As it is, she's found a bit of wood to use as a shield and is trying to make sure everyone gets to a safe alien-free place. She scans the deck for any injured humans.]

Does anyone need help?

THE INVASION

[jimfromit]

[Be sure to double check any dark corridors in the ship, or areas where the lighting is flickering.

Because this handsome chap will just be hanging around...waiting to catch people out by pouncing on them or zapping them with his ray gun.

If you look at him carefully you might notice a striking resemblance to Jim Moriarty.]



[OOC: I’m using a generic picture of a silence because I can’t use Photoshop to save my life.]

ESCAPE PODS

[theyear3022]

[Congratulations! You made it to the escape pods! They're small and cramped, and it's pretty clear there aren't enough to go around. The Space Olympic Committee: flouting safety regs left and right since 2580! Let's hope the aliens don't start camping you here.]

[quadro_dent]

[It's very easy to surprise humans when you're as small as this alien. She's crouched near the escape pods ready to pounce on unsuspecting humans trying to get away]

[not_nikkiheat]

[ooc: continued from here]

[Kate leads Chie to a pod.]

As soon as you land, get help. I'll find you.