Name:
Nicknames:
(Sub-class):
Gender:
Profession:
Year of birth:
Place of birth:
Current stay:
Finances:
Education:
Faction:
Religion:
Sexual Orientation: ____________________________________
Kinzie
88 (Self Given Nickname, Most People)
That's a Secret
Female
Unemployed
Unknown
Unknown
Home Ship
Non-existant
N/A Self Taught, General Education
Independent
Agnostic
Undefined ____________________________________
Body Height:
Body Weight:
Fitness:
Muscularity:
Eye type:
Hair type:
Skin type:
Features:
5'11
Never Checked
Trim/Slim
Almost Non-Existant
Dark Hazel
Black Hair, Long, Down to the Lower Back
Light/Pale/Indoor Skin
Nothing Especially Notable
Dreams:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Not Starving, Being Comfortable
See Above, Add to that being Lazy, and not Working, and you got a good description
Violence, Chipper People, Running out of Anything (Which happens a lot), Garish Colors
Dislikes the Omicrons, and being far from Civilization, Sleeping
Family:
Friends:
Love interest:
Rivals:
Unknown
None
None
None
Philosophy:
Hobbies:
Talents:
Traits:
Live and Let Be, Get the sh*t you need to done as soon as possible, so you can relax
Frequent Gamer, Lazy in Bed Lazily, Staying Awake for too Long
Mostly just Luck
A bit lost, Lazy, Reasonable, Works only as hard as she has to
Above her, or, in front rather, a glass pane, moving, lifting away from her. The Hiss of air escaping the Capsule she was in. It was dark outside, almost pitch black, barely illuminated by the malfunctioning lights of a few consoles.
Where am I?
She tried to stand up. Tried. Failed. Falling to the floor in a bit of a mess, scraping her soft, pale skin on the consoles and machinery on her way down.
Ouch.
Hurt, she rubbed her wrist, before trying to stand again, more cautiously this time. Success! But, Standing Up held other consequences. By the time she'd pulled herself up fully, the world had taken on a very unpleasant, very blurry tone,
everything swaying violently before her. She put a hand against her head, tried to stave off the rapidly growing head ache.
No Luck.
Oh...Oh God I think I'm gonna be-
She hit the deck again, on all fours this time. Vomiting. Deep, Unpleasant Sickness put on by God knows how many days, weeks, months, years of Cryo Sleep. She stayed where she was, for many long minutes, dryly retching on the ground, more than thoroughly miserable. And Cold. Very Cold. God why was it so cold here? She looked around.
Oh.
The Hissing hadn't stopped. The Coolant that had been keeping her in La-La Land for so long had ruptured, possibly from the wear and tear of time, and was now spraying out gasses through the room, causing a layer of frost to quite quickly grow on...everything, including the girl.A Sharp, Stinging pain made itself noticeable throughout her body as the ice started collecting on her. She hurriedly rubbed it away and scrambled to her feet.
No. Nononono. How do I fix this. Oh God. Oh God! I don't want to die here.
Somewhere in her panicked, breakdown like state something slightly more intelligent, and capable took over, redirecting the girl's sight to the control valve of the coolant chamber. Come on Idiot, Turn it. Her mind almost seemed to be telling her, she didn't stop to question it as she ran over and quickly shut off the flow of coolant gasses. Sinking down with her back against the wall, she pulled her knees to her chest, taking very deep, totally not at all panicked breaths at the thought of having almost frozen to death mere second after waking up here.
She finally had time to catch her breath, more or less, with the imminent threat of both freezing to death and dying to noxious coolant fumes defeated. Slowly, she stood up again, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she'd.....'woken up' here.
But where is 'here' exactly?
It looked old, dilapidated was a good word for it. Despite the mostly clean appearance of the...pod bed thing she'd clambered out of, the electrical systems here were unsteady, based on the flickering light in the corner, occasionally showering the area in a spray of electrical sparks.
Someone should fix that...
She wandered over to the other pod.....things, though a quick inspection soon revealed, they were empty.
Oh...what the ****?! I need to find some....some other people or something, How did I get here?
It was obvious this room wasn't going to lend her any answers, and somewhat reluctantly, she exited the scant security of the room, out into the corridor. It still cold, and the young woman shivered, rubbing her arms as she stepped with bare feet out into the hall. It was dark, and her attempt to find any kind of light were in vain. She had to go it blind then, and slowly made her way down the corridor, touching the wall as she went. And then she cried out as she cut her calf on a jagged, rusted bit of metal sticking out from the wall, slicing through delicate flesh, causing her to fall to the ground as tears shot into her eyes.
**** **** ****
A tirade of profanity and pained swearing left her as she curled up on the ground, hugging herself tightly as pain throbbed in her leg. She stayed there, sniffling, wishing the pain would go away. She felt alone, abandoned, useless...and afraid
She had to figure out where she was, if not why. She had to be brave, not curl up like some scared child. Shakily she got up and carefully made her way down the darkened corridor, until she felt a half-open door before her. She squeezed through the gap, and found what looked like a bunk room, with four bunk beds, and a locker, lit up by sparking electrical wiring. The Locker might have something useful....
Now if I can just....
Carefully, she picked her way through the wiring, tense as a coiled up spring as she finally got to the locker,
and opened it. Some small luck, a lot of junk and personal effects, but, in that pile of belongings, a lash light. There was other items, a toolkit, books, clothes, nothing she was all that interested in though. Checking the flashlight, she found it to actually be working.
Finally.....get some Luck...
Picking her way back out just as carefully as she made her way in, she shone her light down the Corridor. It wasn't pretty, damaged and torn machinery, sheared of hull plating, exposed wiring. At least it wasn't cold out here, it had that going for it. Picking the next way to go at random, she turned to her left, the 'end' of the hall had a slightly broader door.
Might be worth a shot....
She was not sure if she'd always talked to herself, or if that was manifesting itself now. Heck, she couldn't remember who -she- was right now. But there was other concerns, like getting out of here. Stepping up to the door, she examined it for any kind of controls, buttons, a switch.
Ah! There!
Excitedly she pulled the manual release lever for the door, and it pulled itself open, at least, partially, the warped metal getting stuck at the half way point. Still, she managed to crawl through, and her light showed her that she'd found her way to some kind of Mess area.
She had to cover her mouth at the smell of rotted food in the Mess. Whatever had damaged this area, had knocked open the freezers and fridges. It reeked of rotted food. How long had it been like this? She wasn't all that eager to check.
There has to be a sign or something around here...
Eventually, she found a wall sign that wasn't too badly carbon scored to read. Slightly worn but legible, one of the Arrows pointed her to the right, toward a corridor, with the words 'Bridge' printed in bold letters. Hopefully she would find some more answers there.
Making her way there carefully, she felt a forceful shudder running through the ship, and a very worrying sound of metal under stress. Her heart raced faster, as panic slowly started to set in. She made her way down the directed path, eventually coming to a stairwell. She darted up it saw the command bridge through a broken glass door. Damn, the power was out in this corridor, there was no way to open the do-
Oh....
The Jagged glass shards of the door winged at her cruelly, as the already upset, and frightened woman had to crawl through the largest gap in the door, crying out as the glass cut her in several places, but at least she was on the bridge. She curled up again on the other side, away from the glass. She just wanted to go to sleep, she was exhausted, tired out and hurt. But if she didn't do something soon, it felt like the ship would come apart.
I...I need to keep moving.
She dragged herself up again and hobbled over to one of the flickering consoles. A very angry, very red light was the only thing she was greeted with. 'Total Reactor Core Failure Imminent, ETA to Detonation, Seventeen Minutes, Thirty-Five Seconds. She stood still there, in shock for a moment. Was she going to die?
O-Ohkay keep it together...Keep it together....I can...I can fix this
She stared non-believingly at the main console on the bridge. The Bridge room wasn't too large,
enough for a crew of perhaps three to five to work comfortably, more in a pinch. The display she was looking at was at the main helmsman's display.
Think Kinzie...Think....
She chided herself, trying to work some kind of idea. Nothing seemed to come to her, as she slowly watched the display timer tick down to her almost inevitable death. Then, it hit her.
The plan she had in mind wasn't exactly the safest, voiding the Reactor Core would leave the ship un-powered, but she didn't exactly see many alternative options. She dragged herself back out through the broken door, and hurried down to the Engineering Core, where the reactor would be. As she stepped into the Core, she was hit by a wave of radiation from the leaking reactor, the exposure surely not the greatest for her long term health.
Come on...there has to be a shutdown...something...a manual....There!
She hurried over to a manual core release. Putting all of her weight behind it, she slowly dislodged it, and opened up the core vent, sending the leaking reactor hurtling out into space. Panting, she slowly sat down,
hugging her knees to her chest. It was over. As she saw the electronics flicker and die, she felt she would be over too, sooner rather than later.
I-it's going to be okay...it'll be okay...
She told herself, hoping to fool herself into believing. She was in the guts of the rotting scraps of a ship, without a Reactor, with no food or water, and a limited amount of Oxygen. If she survived the next twenty-four hours, it'd take a miracle.