A One Way Ticket
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A One Way Ticket
Day 1: This is the start of Officer Rigbee's journey with the crew of the 'Wreckage', an Octan freighter SHIP. For a start, this is my first ever mission after the several years of training I have had, and, to say the least, I'm nervous, but I can rest assured that the crew I am with will keep me safe. Well, at least I think they'll keep me safe.
The crew consists of 6 people, myself included. Bill and Jeff are the first I was introduced to. They're basically jacks of all trades, with no expertise in really anything. They're a bit of a fun pair of people, and probably the ones I'll stick around with on the ship, seeing as they could always do with a helping hand.
There's also Spencer, the pilot. He is 'slightly' energetic, and definitely seems to jump to conclusions, but I shouldn't really judge a book by their cover, I'm sure they're a nice guy on the inside. He apparently is one of the best pilots on this station, but that's just a rumor. They wouldn't put such a good pilot on this mission, would they?
As well as that lot, pearl is another of the crew. She is the technician, comms, and hacker. The last one shouldn't be needed, but at least she has it, incase we ever get in a sticky situation. She's been quite passive aggressive to me, so I think that she'll have to be avoided for the time being. Maybe later on she'll talk to me a bit more?
Last, but not least, we have the captain, Christi. Being the captain, she is extremely neutral to anything and everything. Orders are here only thoughts, and does not care about the crew's lives over the mission at -
Jeff: Hey hey hey! What's this you're writing, Rigbee?
Bill: Looks like some sort of fan fiction to me
Rigbee: Huh? No, no, this isn't fan fiction, it's the uh Mission Log. Uh, yeah. Can I please continue?
Jeff: You're writing a Mission Log?
Rigbee: Yeah, they said that uh this is what we should do in training.
Bill: Sorry to break it to you kiddo, but no one does those. They're useless
Rigbee: But don't the admirals need to see one after a mission?
Bill: They couldn't give one shit about this kinda stuff kiddo
Jeff: Yeah, I haven't seen one being written since.... forever! I've never seen one being written!
Rigbee: Well, I still think it might umm still be useful. I mean, won't it uh help us?
Jeff: What would be useful would be if you could help us with these boxes
Rigbee: I mean, I'm not that strong
Bill: Well, we're leaving in a bit, so you're gonna have to come anyway
Rigbee: Hey uh, I have a question
Bill: Go on kid.
Rigbee: What's in these boxes?
Jeff: we don't know
Rigbee: Not even a single clue?
Jeff: All we know is that it's rich people's stuff. We just need to deliver it and that's that.
Rigbee: What sort of stuff?
Bill: It could be anything, kid.
Rigbee: Even a weapon?
Bill: Possibly
Rigbee: What if it was a bomb? Would they care? What would they do?
Jeff: Nothing. The man would get the money, and we'd be a minor inconvinience.
Rigbee: That seems... unethical.
Jeff: 'Your product comes before all else, even our workers'
Rigbee: Huh?
Jeff: That's the unofficial motto of Octan. We're nothing to them
Bill: Enough of the chit chat, get on the ship.
Rigbee: There's not gonna be a bomb on this, right?
Bill: You never know.
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Re: A One Way Ticket
"A bomb? No, son, the only weapons we transport are MacGuffin Brand Chekhov's Guns."
I make apocalypses and apocalypse accessories.
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Re: A One Way Ticket
Schrödinger's Bomb!
Nice depiction of an expendable grunt's day, this Octan faction's good for stories.
Nice depiction of an expendable grunt's day, this Octan faction's good for stories.
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A One Way Ticket - Part 2
Part 2 - The boys find something
Location: The storage bay of the 'Wreckage'
Jeff and Bill sit around keeping watch of the cargo
Jeff: What if there was a bomb?
Bill: Huh?
Jeff: Well, y'know the kid, Rigbee? Yeah, he asked us about what would happen if there was a weapon on the ship
Bill: I mean, they wouldn't care, would they.
Jeff: What if this was the last trip that we'd make in our lives? What if in one of these boxes there's a weapon that could kill all of us?
Bill: Well, there's not
Jeff: What if, theoretically, this box here held the destroyer of worlds, the doomsday device? What would we do?
Bill: Get off the ship. Look, there isn't and that's a fact.
Jeff: Wanna bet?
Bill: Why not? I bet you 100 credits there isn't anything like that in that box
Jeff: Deal.
Bill: If captain finds out about this, it's your fault, ok?
Jeff: Yeah yeah, whatev-
Bill: Huh? What's in there then?
No response
Bill: What is it?
Jeff gets off the crate. His head spins round 180, and an audible crack is heard
Jeff: n̸̙̒o̶̳͊t̷̜̎h̸͐͜i̴̳͐n̷̪͒g̵̪̒
Bill: Holy mother of the sweet brikverse, what the fuck did you just do?
Jeff: o̸n̶e̶ ̶o̷f̷ ̷u̶s̸ ̸i̴s̴ ̶n̷o̸t̷ ̷g̵o̵i̷n̵g̴ ̷t̴o̶ ̸b̵e̷ ̷g̴e̷t̸t̵i̵n̵g̷ ̷o̸f̵f̶ ̴t̸h̷i̷s̸ ̶s̷h̴i̷p̶ ̸t̵o̸d̸a̸y̶.̴
Jeff lunges onto Bill, hands aimed towards the throat, but Bill barely resists
Bill: What... Get off you idiot!
Jeff: a̷n̶y̵ ̵l̶a̶s̴t̷ ̷w̵o̵r̶d̷s̸
Bill Get the fuck off me!
Barely, Bill shoves is deformed friend off of him. Jeff pulls a rod out of the ground
Bill: What was in that?!
Jeff: y̵o̷u̵'̴r̴e̸ ̸n̵o̷t̶ ̴g̵e̸t̸t̸i̶n̶g̸ ̸o̴f̶f̷ ̴t̷h̸i̸s̸ ̶s̵h̴i̴p̶ ̷a̷l̸i̷v̵e̴
With a swing of his pipe, Bill is knocked back
Bill: Shi-
*bzzzz*
Bill's head is disintegrated in the reactor core. He is most definitely dead.
Jeff: o̸h̴ ̴y̷o̸u̸ ̷f̷o̴o̸l̷
Jeff: n̴o̸ ̵o̸n̸e̶ ̶w̷i̴l̶l̵ ̸f̶i̴n̸d̶ ̵y̷o̵u̵r̶ ̴b̷o̴d̸y̸ ̵n̴o̶w̵
Jeff: i̶t̸s̸ ̷a̶l̶l̸ ̷m̶i̵n̸e̵ ̶n̶o̶w̴
To be continued
Location: The storage bay of the 'Wreckage'
Jeff and Bill sit around keeping watch of the cargo
Jeff: What if there was a bomb?
Bill: Huh?
Jeff: Well, y'know the kid, Rigbee? Yeah, he asked us about what would happen if there was a weapon on the ship
Bill: I mean, they wouldn't care, would they.
Jeff: What if this was the last trip that we'd make in our lives? What if in one of these boxes there's a weapon that could kill all of us?
Bill: Well, there's not
Jeff: What if, theoretically, this box here held the destroyer of worlds, the doomsday device? What would we do?
Bill: Get off the ship. Look, there isn't and that's a fact.
Jeff: Wanna bet?
Bill: Why not? I bet you 100 credits there isn't anything like that in that box
Jeff: Deal.
Bill: If captain finds out about this, it's your fault, ok?
Jeff: Yeah yeah, whatev-
Bill: Huh? What's in there then?
No response
Bill: What is it?
Jeff gets off the crate. His head spins round 180, and an audible crack is heard
Jeff: n̸̙̒o̶̳͊t̷̜̎h̸͐͜i̴̳͐n̷̪͒g̵̪̒
Bill: Holy mother of the sweet brikverse, what the fuck did you just do?
Jeff: o̸n̶e̶ ̶o̷f̷ ̷u̶s̸ ̸i̴s̴ ̶n̷o̸t̷ ̷g̵o̵i̷n̵g̴ ̷t̴o̶ ̸b̵e̷ ̷g̴e̷t̸t̵i̵n̵g̷ ̷o̸f̵f̶ ̴t̸h̷i̷s̸ ̶s̷h̴i̷p̶ ̸t̵o̸d̸a̸y̶.̴
Jeff lunges onto Bill, hands aimed towards the throat, but Bill barely resists
Bill: What... Get off you idiot!
Jeff: a̷n̶y̵ ̵l̶a̶s̴t̷ ̷w̵o̵r̶d̷s̸
Bill Get the fuck off me!
Barely, Bill shoves is deformed friend off of him. Jeff pulls a rod out of the ground
Bill: What was in that?!
Jeff: y̵o̷u̵'̴r̴e̸ ̸n̵o̷t̶ ̴g̵e̸t̸t̸i̶n̶g̸ ̸o̴f̶f̷ ̴t̷h̸i̸s̸ ̶s̵h̴i̴p̶ ̷a̷l̸i̷v̵e̴
With a swing of his pipe, Bill is knocked back
Bill: Shi-
*bzzzz*
Bill's head is disintegrated in the reactor core. He is most definitely dead.
Jeff: o̸h̴ ̴y̷o̸u̸ ̷f̷o̴o̸l̷
Jeff: n̴o̸ ̵o̸n̸e̶ ̶w̷i̴l̶l̵ ̸f̶i̴n̸d̶ ̵y̷o̵u̵r̶ ̴b̷o̴d̸y̸ ̵n̴o̶w̵
Jeff: i̶t̸s̸ ̷a̶l̶l̸ ̷m̶i̵n̸e̵ ̶n̶o̶w̴
To be continued
Re: A One Way Ticket
Hot damn this story is getting good. Also A+ work on the lighting and sets.
Is the story completely scripted or are parts left up to chance?(You don't need to answer if it would interfere with the plot).
Is the story completely scripted or are parts left up to chance?(You don't need to answer if it would interfere with the plot).
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Re: A One Way Ticket
Thanks! The story is slightly scripted, with the basic plot planned out, but I do leave parts up for chance with battles (one will be coming soonish), so that will lead the story in a direction which is currently not prepared
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A One Way Ticket - Part 3
The Unwanted Job
Day 7: It's a week in. The boys have gone silent and locked the front of the ship. Pearl has been spending the day trying to get in, and the anti-sleep pills are starting to lose there effects on me, so I'm going to need to get into a bed soon enough.
Spencer: Did ya do it yet? Is it open?
Pearl: No luck so far. They seem to have fried the circuits on the other side, so this is gonna need another few days worth of work to get in
Rigbee: Uh, is there anyway of making it go quicker?
Pearl: No. I'm going as quick as I can. I want sleep too, ok?
Rigbee: Oh, ok then
Pearl: Can I come in yet?
Christi swings to the door
Christi: Have you opened the front yet? No. You're not getting in until it's open
Pearl: Really? It's gonna take a while to get in there! Just let me in
Christi: No.
Spencer: Sucks to be you
Rigbee: Uh, I can try and get you in?
Spencer: Shut up Rigbee. Stop simping for her.
Christi Oi, you two, open the door then.
Spencer: Wait wait wait, what?
Rigbee: How am I uh supposed to do that? I've never opened a door?
Christi: You two haven't done anything useful this whole trip; you, Spencer, have been pressing buttons pretending you know what you're doing, and you, Rigbee, have just been writing that pointless log book. Get off your arses and do something, alright?
Pearl: Sucks to be you
Rigbee: Uh, so what do you think they're doing in there?
Spencer: Being a pain, that's what
Rigbee: Seems odd though. Why would they stay cooped up in there for this long?
Spencer: Seems like you don't know them then. Pass me the L13 dynamite please.
* clunk *
Rigbee: You sure that they're ok?
Spencer: They're never ok, they're insane. Stand back.
Rigbee: What if they're in serious trouble?
Spencer: Alright, here we go. 3, 2, 1
* boom *
Rigbee: I'm getting stressed about this
Spencer: Do you ever stop talking?
Rigbee: Not really...
Day 7: It's a week in. The boys have gone silent and locked the front of the ship. Pearl has been spending the day trying to get in, and the anti-sleep pills are starting to lose there effects on me, so I'm going to need to get into a bed soon enough.
Spencer: Did ya do it yet? Is it open?
Pearl: No luck so far. They seem to have fried the circuits on the other side, so this is gonna need another few days worth of work to get in
Rigbee: Uh, is there anyway of making it go quicker?
Pearl: No. I'm going as quick as I can. I want sleep too, ok?
Rigbee: Oh, ok then
Pearl: Can I come in yet?
Christi swings to the door
Christi: Have you opened the front yet? No. You're not getting in until it's open
Pearl: Really? It's gonna take a while to get in there! Just let me in
Christi: No.
Spencer: Sucks to be you
Rigbee: Uh, I can try and get you in?
Spencer: Shut up Rigbee. Stop simping for her.
Christi Oi, you two, open the door then.
Spencer: Wait wait wait, what?
Rigbee: How am I uh supposed to do that? I've never opened a door?
Christi: You two haven't done anything useful this whole trip; you, Spencer, have been pressing buttons pretending you know what you're doing, and you, Rigbee, have just been writing that pointless log book. Get off your arses and do something, alright?
Pearl: Sucks to be you
Rigbee: Uh, so what do you think they're doing in there?
Spencer: Being a pain, that's what
Rigbee: Seems odd though. Why would they stay cooped up in there for this long?
Spencer: Seems like you don't know them then. Pass me the L13 dynamite please.
* clunk *
Rigbee: You sure that they're ok?
Spencer: They're never ok, they're insane. Stand back.
Rigbee: What if they're in serious trouble?
Spencer: Alright, here we go. 3, 2, 1
* boom *
Rigbee: I'm getting stressed about this
Spencer: Do you ever stop talking?
Rigbee: Not really...
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Re: A One Way Ticket
Very cool soap.
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A One Way Ticket - Part 4
Part 4 - The Shadows Attack
Spencer: In thirty minutes, meet back here alright?
Rigbee: You sure that it's alright splitting up? It's kinda spooky in here...
Spencer: Ya little wimp, what's there gonna be? A spooooooky ghost? Get a grip man, it's just gonna be Bill and Jeff goofing around
Rigbee: Alright then, if you say
Spencer: Hey Jeff, is that you?
No response
Spencer: Where's Bill?
Jeff: y̷o̴u̶ ̵w̵a̸n̶t̸ ̴i̴t̶ ̸d̷o̵n̷'̸t̷ ̷y̶o̴u̵
Spencer: Hey, look, what is this joke? It's not funny anymore, and I seriously need to have a proper sleep in there rooms
Jeff: i̵d̸ ̷g̵o̸ ̶w̶h̴i̵l̶e̵ ̵y̸o̵u̸ ̴s̶t̴i̸l̵l̸ ̵c̶a̵n̶
Spencer: Just where is Bill?
Jeff swings round in the blink of an eye, slugging a crystal-like cube at Spencer.
Spencer: Wai-
Time stops. The cube begins to glow.
k̴͕̘͂́̅i̶̬̼͗͗͝ļ̴̻̟͐͘ͅl̷͔̑ ̷͉̏h̶̟͂̽ȉ̵̪͔̣͒̚͝m̷͙͈̱͠
Jeff slams down the cube at Spencer
Spencer: What... what is that?
Jeff: o̷f̴ ̵c̸o̶u̶r̷s̷e̷ ̶h̴e̷ ̶w̴a̶n̴t̴e̷d̵ ̵i̶t̸.̸ ̴o̷f̴ ̶c̴o̶u̸r̴s̵e̵.̷ ̶w̷e̷ ̷s̵h̸o̶u̶l̷d̶'̴v̷e̴ ̵k̴i̴l̶l̴e̸d̸ ̸h̸i̷m̶ ̷s̷o̸o̶n̴e̶r̵.̵ ̴w̸e̶ ̶s̷h̵o̶u̸l̶d̸'̵v̵e̶ ̴k̸i̵l̴l̵e̷d̴ ̵t̷h̶e̵m̶ ̸a̴l̴l̶ ̵s̸o̴o̸n̶e̷r̸.̵ ̴t̷h̶e̶y̸ ̶a̷r̸e̵ ̶e̵n̶e̷m̸i̵e̵s̶,̸ ̷a̵l̸l̸ ̶a̷r̴e̵ ̶e̸n̸e̷m̶i̵e̵s̴.̵ n̸o̶w̷ ̸l̵e̷t̵s̶ ̴f̵i̶n̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷a̵t̴ ̸f̵r̵i̶e̸n̶d̴ ̵o̴f̴ ̶s̵p̷e̸n̷c̵e̶r̵'̷s̸
Rigbee: Oh no no no no. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Jeff? You here?
Jeff: y̴e̸s̵
Rigbee: Wh- Who's there!? Uh, sh- show yourself!
Rigbee: W- Where'd you go?
Jeff: I̸'̴m̵ ̷r̶i̵g̸h̵t̵ ̷h̸e̶r̷e̵
Rigbee: Oh, uh, hi Jeff... Have you uh seen Spencer?
Jeff: y̴e̸s̵
Rigbee: Uh, where is he?
Jeff: d̶e̶a̵d̵
Rigbee: Huh? What? What're you on about?
Jeff: y̷o̵u̷ ̶w̴a̴n̷t̷ ̶i̶t̶ ̷t̶o̷o̷,̵ ̵d̵o̶n̵'̷t̸ ̴y̶o̶u̴
Rigbee: What are you on about?
Jeff: i̷d̷ ̷g̴o̸ ̸w̸h̶i̵l̴e̸ ̶y̸o̵u̵ ̵s̶t̷i̸l̷l̶ ̴c̸a̷n̵
Rigbee: Uh...
Rigbee: fuck fuck fuck fuck
Jeff: y̵o̶u̸ ̷c̴a̵n̵'̵t̸ ̴r̸u̸n̷ ̴f̸o̸r̷e̸v̶e̶r̶. i̷ ̷w̴i̶l̵l̴ ̷g̴e̵t̸ ̶y̸o̴u̵ ̶s̸o̸o̸n̷.
Spencer: In thirty minutes, meet back here alright?
Rigbee: You sure that it's alright splitting up? It's kinda spooky in here...
Spencer: Ya little wimp, what's there gonna be? A spooooooky ghost? Get a grip man, it's just gonna be Bill and Jeff goofing around
Rigbee: Alright then, if you say
Spencer: Hey Jeff, is that you?
No response
Spencer: Where's Bill?
Jeff: y̷o̴u̶ ̵w̵a̸n̶t̸ ̴i̴t̶ ̸d̷o̵n̷'̸t̷ ̷y̶o̴u̵
Spencer: Hey, look, what is this joke? It's not funny anymore, and I seriously need to have a proper sleep in there rooms
Jeff: i̵d̸ ̷g̵o̸ ̶w̶h̴i̵l̶e̵ ̵y̸o̵u̸ ̴s̶t̴i̸l̵l̸ ̵c̶a̵n̶
Spencer: Just where is Bill?
Jeff swings round in the blink of an eye, slugging a crystal-like cube at Spencer.
Spencer: Wai-
Time stops. The cube begins to glow.
k̴͕̘͂́̅i̶̬̼͗͗͝ļ̴̻̟͐͘ͅl̷͔̑ ̷͉̏h̶̟͂̽ȉ̵̪͔̣͒̚͝m̷͙͈̱͠
Jeff slams down the cube at Spencer
Spencer: What... what is that?
Jeff: o̷f̴ ̵c̸o̶u̶r̷s̷e̷ ̶h̴e̷ ̶w̴a̶n̴t̴e̷d̵ ̵i̶t̸.̸ ̴o̷f̴ ̶c̴o̶u̸r̴s̵e̵.̷ ̶w̷e̷ ̷s̵h̸o̶u̶l̷d̶'̴v̷e̴ ̵k̴i̴l̶l̴e̸d̸ ̸h̸i̷m̶ ̷s̷o̸o̶n̴e̶r̵.̵ ̴w̸e̶ ̶s̷h̵o̶u̸l̶d̸'̵v̵e̶ ̴k̸i̵l̴l̵e̷d̴ ̵t̷h̶e̵m̶ ̸a̴l̴l̶ ̵s̸o̴o̸n̶e̷r̸.̵ ̴t̷h̶e̶y̸ ̶a̷r̸e̵ ̶e̵n̶e̷m̸i̵e̵s̶,̸ ̷a̵l̸l̸ ̶a̷r̴e̵ ̶e̸n̸e̷m̶i̵e̵s̴.̵ n̸o̶w̷ ̸l̵e̷t̵s̶ ̴f̵i̶n̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷a̵t̴ ̸f̵r̵i̶e̸n̶d̴ ̵o̴f̴ ̶s̵p̷e̸n̷c̵e̶r̵'̷s̸
Rigbee: Oh no no no no. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Jeff? You here?
Jeff: y̴e̸s̵
Rigbee: Wh- Who's there!? Uh, sh- show yourself!
Rigbee: W- Where'd you go?
Jeff: I̸'̴m̵ ̷r̶i̵g̸h̵t̵ ̷h̸e̶r̷e̵
Rigbee: Oh, uh, hi Jeff... Have you uh seen Spencer?
Jeff: y̴e̸s̵
Rigbee: Uh, where is he?
Jeff: d̶e̶a̵d̵
Rigbee: Huh? What? What're you on about?
Jeff: y̷o̵u̷ ̶w̴a̴n̷t̷ ̶i̶t̶ ̷t̶o̷o̷,̵ ̵d̵o̶n̵'̷t̸ ̴y̶o̶u̴
Rigbee: What are you on about?
Jeff: i̷d̷ ̷g̴o̸ ̸w̸h̶i̵l̴e̸ ̶y̸o̵u̵ ̵s̶t̷i̸l̷l̶ ̴c̸a̷n̵
Rigbee: Uh...
Rigbee: fuck fuck fuck fuck
Jeff: y̵o̶u̸ ̷c̴a̵n̵'̵t̸ ̴r̸u̸n̷ ̴f̸o̸r̷e̸v̶e̶r̶. i̷ ̷w̴i̶l̵l̴ ̷g̴e̵t̸ ̶y̸o̴u̵ ̶s̸o̸o̸n̷.
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A One Way Ticket - Part 5
Part 5 - An Unexpected End
Pearl: How'd it go?
Rigbee: Let me in. Please.
Pearl: I was going to, but you gotta tell me how it went. Where the others?
Rigbee: Pearl, they're dead. Spencer is dead. Bill is dead. Jeff... Jeff is something else
Pearl: Ha ha, nice joke. So, what happened?
Rigbee: They're dead, Pearl. Jeff... he... he was different. He didn't seem like Jeff.
Pearl: What're you on about?
Rigbee: Jeff was saying that 'I wanted it'. I'm not going back this time.
Pearl: So you're telling me Jeff killed them?
Rigbee: I'm almost certain.
Christi carelessly pushes Pearl out of the way, looking towards Rigbee.
Christi: What do you mean Jeff killed them? He's been part of this crew for years now, and you're telling me he killed those two? If he was going to kill anyone, it would be us three.
Rigbee: That's why I was saying it didn't seem like it was actually him. He just seemed... different. He sounded different too.
Christi: Hold on... was this near storage?
Rigbee: ... yes?
Christi: Would you perhaps say, he seemed 'corrupted'?
Rigbee: ... maybe? But why would he ever be corrupted? He hasn't ever been in a brikthulu cult, right?
Christi: The plans been compromised it seems. You two know about something you were never meant to know.
Pearl: Hold on, wha-
Before Pearl could finish, Christi had swung a kick towards her, knocking her into the void
Christi: Sorry about this.
Minaglacian Pilot: This is how we found him. He hasn't moved, spoken; all he does is sit here. At least he's not a lunatic like the guy from the front of the ship. He had a data-log on him too; helps us get to grips with what the hell happened on this SHIP. Anyway, take him into a cell, we'll get to him later
Pearl: How'd it go?
Rigbee: Let me in. Please.
Pearl: I was going to, but you gotta tell me how it went. Where the others?
Rigbee: Pearl, they're dead. Spencer is dead. Bill is dead. Jeff... Jeff is something else
Pearl: Ha ha, nice joke. So, what happened?
Rigbee: They're dead, Pearl. Jeff... he... he was different. He didn't seem like Jeff.
Pearl: What're you on about?
Rigbee: Jeff was saying that 'I wanted it'. I'm not going back this time.
Pearl: So you're telling me Jeff killed them?
Rigbee: I'm almost certain.
Christi carelessly pushes Pearl out of the way, looking towards Rigbee.
Christi: What do you mean Jeff killed them? He's been part of this crew for years now, and you're telling me he killed those two? If he was going to kill anyone, it would be us three.
Rigbee: That's why I was saying it didn't seem like it was actually him. He just seemed... different. He sounded different too.
Christi: Hold on... was this near storage?
Rigbee: ... yes?
Christi: Would you perhaps say, he seemed 'corrupted'?
Rigbee: ... maybe? But why would he ever be corrupted? He hasn't ever been in a brikthulu cult, right?
Christi: The plans been compromised it seems. You two know about something you were never meant to know.
Pearl: Hold on, wha-
Before Pearl could finish, Christi had swung a kick towards her, knocking her into the void
Christi: Sorry about this.
Minaglacian Pilot: This is how we found him. He hasn't moved, spoken; all he does is sit here. At least he's not a lunatic like the guy from the front of the ship. He had a data-log on him too; helps us get to grips with what the hell happened on this SHIP. Anyway, take him into a cell, we'll get to him later