E
V
E
N
T
L
O
G
|
meet head-on
"Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.."
So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem.
The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress. ☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN) The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex.
They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides. ☄ HE ATE MY HEART Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction.
Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.) ☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK? As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated.
Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands. ☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hohnkai) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_log2016-11-15 09:40 pm
no subject
That's quite some time; you must work well together despite being so different. [ Progress? Why yes. ] You'd said when we met that you're a stealth operative aboard the ship. Was that your field back home, as well? Or perhaps a particular task force in a branch of the military? Espionage? [ Because, you know, muscled men didn't often wear suits— but they always wear them well when the occasion strikes. She doesn't sound disbelieving or even teasing with her guesses; Blackwatch had been an important aspect of their mission, after all, and Snake seems as if he would have fit right in. She understands the value and skill sets required for such a position thoroughly. Part of the vetting process had gone through her with physical exams and stress tests. ] I'm sure you're equally patient with one another. That would be the foundation for any lasting relationship, working or no. I'm sure he'll figure it out eventually. What's his name?
[ Whoever this man was, if he was still trying to explain things to Snake, he must have found the good side of him that Angela had, as well; he sounds enthusiastic to be his friend and eager to help him grow as a person. Beneath the gruff exterior, Snake is a man that cares for those around him and knows what needs to be done in the world, even if it's dirty work. He has the fortitude and the ability to press on despite it all and see the bigger picture, she thinks, and that isn't an easy life to accept. Whatever he must have done back home, she can only picture it as being dangerous. Large scale. It's in his bearing and how he carries himself, the training he's put his body through that speaks of a near-lifetime's worth of careful honing, of his cool under pressure.
They continue down the hall until he announces his room, stopping at the correct door and opening it for her to step in, lowering to her haunches with a grin the moment she sees Jaegar and she's out of the doorway. ]
Hey there handsome. Your owner was making fun of me just now, you know.
[ The rooms in Mero seem to be significantly more spacious, and Angela can't help but wonder if they'd been misplaced; surely Snake would have preferred the warmth and coziness of timbered bunks instead of sterile white, as would be befitting a doctor in theory. Well, it wouldn't matter much longer now, would it? Even packed up, she could tell he was rather tidy and everything appears to be clean, likewise without sign of a roommate. ]
You were living alone as well?
no subject
The room really doesn't suit Snake at all, but he also hadn't seen the point of trying to get moved, especially since Wash had been a good roommate before he'd upped and disappeared. Snake's even gotten used to the strangely-shaped bed that's been his since his arrival on the Moira. Not so used to it that he'll have a hard time adjusting to what's ahead of them, though. This was only ever meant to be temporary anyway, right?
Jaegar butts his head against Angela's armor, practically demanding pets, and once he's satisfied he circles around to Eiger to sniff at him in greeting. Both of the dogs are still on-edge, but at least the added company seems to be having the intended effect. Snake snorts at what Angela has to say to Jaegar, but it's not like he can deny it. When she looks over to him to ask about his roommate situation, he nods. ] Used to live with someone, went by Washington, but he vanished a while back.
[ Terrible, isn't it, that it's something they can talk about like it's just another day-to-day event. But that's because it happens often enough that they have to accept it as a part of life on the Moira. Are people going to vanish without a trace even after they reach the Midway Hub?
Snake crosses the room to a closet where he's stored all of his essential gear, pulling out the sneaking suit to lay on the bed. He figures that he can change while he answers Angela's questions, shrugging out of his shirt first and foremost. ]
He goes by Otacon—likes it more than his real name. [ Hal, given to him by his father for all the wrong reasons, or at least that's what Snake understands from the little hints Otacon has dropped. ] And I used to be part of a few different military organizations, but now "stealth operative" is probably the best way to describe what I do. [ With his shirt off, his hands go to his belt buckle next. As uncertain as he'd been when Angela was changing, he seems to have no body shyness of his own. ] It's all pretty fringe, though—just me and Otacon and a couple other people working under the radar as best we can.
[ In some circles, Snake has been branded a criminal, wrongly labeled some kind of terrorist for blowing up that tanker. It had been all too easy for Ocelot to frame him. Otacon seems to think that there are still people who view Snake as a hero, based on what's written on various internet forums, but it's not like Snake has ever really cared what people say about him. He's just trying to do his job. Nothing quite as illustrious as something like Overwatch, but Philanthropy has its point all the same. ]
no subject
Jaegar bumps the flat of his head against her chest, knelt down before him, and her fingers bury right into his fur at either side of his face to scruff and scratch, thumbs massaging the base of his ears and smoothing along his cheeks before she leaves off with a kiss to the top of his head. At least she doesn't leave a smear of peach lipstick in his fur. Both dogs keep their tails low despite the company and she'll let him move off to sniff at Eiger in greeting, rising back to her feet and moving off to sit on the edge of his bed (well out of his way once he begins laying out his suit and gear). Even with an empty one across the way, it was nearly a stranger's— it'd belonged to someone else once. Someone she didn't know. That somehow made it feel unwelcoming.
Her gaze politely goes around the room before returning to the items he begins laying out, listening intently as he begins to answer. ]
I'm sorry to hear about your roommate, to start with. Companionship is always nice to have.
[ It is fairly terrible, isn't it? Yet she hopes if the day ever comes for her to be sent home, no one will agonize over it too terribly. Accept her returning home and move on just as easily. Easier said than done, as ever, but all she can do is hope. Angela keeps the dogs preoccupied as they between between Snake and herself, running her hands over their coats and encouraging a little bit of play if they'd get up to it.
Aaaaand there goes his shirt; she's not quite as polite in averting her eyes, taking a good moment to observe him just. Because she has the opportunity to. Doctors, right? No manners. It's really her first chance to see if he sports any particular scars or damage since he'd been topless and laid out on her table with skin like tissue paper, a couple decades getting away from him so rudely and abruptly. It wasn't a fair gauge of one's health, and she didn't often see more of him than his arms at the gym, either. Eventually, she'll turn her attentions elsewhere once more. ]
Otacon, hm? I feel like I'd rather enjoy meeting him. It's almost a shame he hasn't been here. [ 'Almost', because she wouldn't wish this place upon anyone. ] What is it you're hoping to accomplish? Your current group.
[ No wonder Overwatch had seemed so interesting; it sounded like they may be on the brink of such an organization as well, if a little heavier-handed on the militaristic applications. She almost wants to ask if his previous affiliations had been anything she'd be familiar with, but with almost one hundred years between them— it seemed a little pointless to ask. She hears the sound of his belt and then his pants being worked open and keeps her eyes elsewhere for now, the one hand that's come to rest on the bed passing over the material of his suit, the straps of some particular harnessed holster or another before her attention turns down to observe what's beneath her hand.
It wouldn't be hard to believe such terms like 'terrorist' were being thrown around, with a set like this. She can only imagine it properly filled with weaponry. A force to be reckoned with, it seems. ]
no subject
Snake shakes his head when Angela offers her condolences. It's not something any of them can control, and while Snake knows that Wash was set to return to a cage, at least he'd had some kind of plan for how to get himself out. Maybe he hadn't been returning to a good life, but it would be his own, rather than remaining stuck under the control of one captain or another.
It would be easier to accept these disappearances if there was more closure offered. Sometimes it did happen that way when people decided to leave of their own will, but the uncertainty in other situations is what made them so difficult. Snake doesn't generally let himself get close to people, which also means he hasn't been too gutted by anyone's departure. Raiden had been here, an actual friend, twice at that—but in both cases his stay had been short, too short for Snake to get used to having him around.
It would be impossible not to notice the way that Angela examines him once he's shirtless. She has seen him this way once before, true, but it hadn't been a fair representation. Unsurprisingly, Snake is in good shape, with a set of abdominal muscles to prove it. With the kind of work that he does, he can't afford to get soft, and he always pushes himself to the limit in his workouts to make sure of that. Still, he's lean rather than buff, his build tailored to his stealth work. There are definitely some scars here and there from a lifetime of combat, but nothing too severe.
With his shirt and pants now removed, Snake grabs for the sneaking suit, pulling it away from Angela's grasp. She'll have a better idea of how it all works once he's actually wearing it, and so he steps into it, though it's not something that slides right on. Because the suit is so form-fitting, it has to be pulled up inch-by-inch, the straps put into their proper place as he goes along. Given how often he's worn it, though, he gets it on quickly, relatively speaking. ]
Yeah, he'd be pretty fascinated with everything about this place. [ Whereas Snake always sees the unknown as a potential threat, Otacon can view it as an opportunity. Which isn't to say that he wouldn't have cowered away from some of the strange things Snake's encountered during this long trip. ] But he's pretty much a civilian, so... [ It's for the best, as he keeps telling himself.
Now, to try and explain what Philanthropy does, which requires a lot more time than they have right now. Snake figures he'll stick to the basics. ] We started off as an anti-Metal Gear organization. [ Which begs the obvious question, so he simply barrels on with his explanation as he adjusts the holsters and other compartments on his suit. ] They're weapons, giant bipedal tanks that are usually capable of launching nuclear strikes. They've been proliferating on the black market, so Otacon and I were trying to track them down and destroy them before they were completed. Sabotage, I guess you could call it. Other people called it terrorism.
[ The shrug that follows that statement offers a good indication of how little of a shit he gives about that. ]
I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAT ON THIS SO LONG??? I'M SORRY
The condolences are shaken off and she can understand that, as well. It is no great loss to know those you care about have returned home, where every day is as predictable as can be after a place like this. It's a topic moved on from as Snake works out of his clothes, revealing the lean length of his body and the same physique she's seen near every day all these months, scars faint and well-healed where he sports them. She's glad to see him unmarred and largely leaves him his privacy to change once she's confirmed as much, though it's a bit of a struggle as he works himself into the skin-tight suit and she tries not to smile at the image of him pulling on the legs like pantyhose. No matter it was such an attractive concept.
A bit of a production, perhaps, but he has it down to a science and soon he's dressed once more, though it certainly leaves little to the imagination. It fits him like a glove, offers plenty of harnesses to attach his gear to, and more importantly, it doesn't rustle. No creak of elastic or nylon, no plastic or metal bits clanking together, no friction when he shifts his weight and his legs brush against the other. That is quite something. The faint quirk of her brow as she watches him with renewed interest appears rather impressed. But he's speaking again, and she falls right back into the conversation. ]
Scientists often are the curious sort, after all. Weak of body strong of mind— well, at least in most cases. There's a degree of adventure even in the lab, of course, but it isn't quite the same as being out in the field.
[ Even civilians could dare, it seems to imply, but she listens intently as he finishes up, hands passing over whichever dog approaches to rub past her legs. Lowering to reach Eiger, Jaegar nudging under her hand to prop it up over his head. Even with her gloves on, longer nails lent to better scritches. ]
That sounds rather admirable to me; you'd only be terrorists to those seeking to use nuclear weapons. I don't see that their opinion would much matter.
[ Which goes to follow along the vein of his shrug, spoken with an almost snooty tone that she nearly turns her nose up with. She's had enough experience with black market weaponry and uncouth warfare. Someone, somewhere, was always looking to start something. You would think people would tire of war. ]
I'm sure you were doing good work though, Snake. And you would have looked quite dashing doing so, if this is your typical uniform.
you are forgiven........... this time...
It's true that this suit has been specially designed to make him as silent as possible, which is why he swears by it and will probably die in it one day. There's even dampeners put into the soles so that his footsteps make no sound. It's not as likely for him to go in guns blazing, though he has some contingencies built in for that worst-case scenario. He twists his arms to reach for his back and ties the corset into place with deft movements, which is the final step that causes the suit to settle into all the right places on his body. It was tailored specifically for him, after all. ]
That would describe him pretty well, yeah. [ Snake glances over and actually looks amused for a moment, as he imagines how Otacon might respond to that assessment. ] He's had a few trials by fire, though. [ Bringing him along on the Big Shell mission had ultimately been necessary, and Snake had managed to get both him and Raiden out of that mess unscathed. (That's somewhat more debatable in Raiden's case, but Snake doesn't know where to start with picking that kid's head apart.)
The matter-of-fact way that Angela dismisses those claims made against him is appreciated. Really, it should be that simple, but Snake has never been one to defend his own moral decisions. He knows what he's doing is right, this time, and that's what matters.
Angela manages to slyly work that compliment in, taking him by surprise yet again, as he gives a startled laugh under his breath and slides his hands down his sides, an almost nervous action. ] Function over form. [ As usual, he can't help the self-deprecating comment. In reality, he knows what he looks like when he wears this and he knows it leaves nothing up to the imagination. He's heard plenty about it from other people, everyone always armed with a snide remark.
Being called dashing is a nice change, he'll admit.
Snake moves over to the desk and checks his two handguns before holstering them, then opens up his closet to pull out the heavy artillery, a machine gun that gets strapped to his back. Last but not least is the survival knife. ]
Ready to—
[ Like clockwork, a series of sirens cuts Snake off. WARNING, WARNING, INGRESS BREACH, announces the voice over the intercom systems.
Snake sighs and looks back to Angela, straightening his shoulders. ] Guess that's our cue.
HMPH!!!
Angela watches the final touches put on the suit and almost stands to help with the ties, but practiced motions tell her otherwise— he didn't need it, and it wasn't a hassle for him to cinch it closed. If she had to guess, he's done this exact same thing thousands of times. For years, near every day. And then she watches that flash of amusement and she smiles, ensuring neither of the dogs were underfoot when she stands from the bed and moves to have a look at him. The pass of her hand slides up one bicep and across his shoulders, offering an impressed little hum before she trails off and allows him to continue preparing. ]
Oh? So you have had some adventures, then. If ever I have the chance to meet him, it sounds as though I'd like him quite a bit. And maybe get some good stories about you as well.
[ She's checking on the dogs' food and water, making sure they'll have enough for a few hours— but her words draw that startled little laugh out of him and she'll turn to look at him, catching the anxious motions and already awaiting his refusal of it. The utter rejection that she could be right about something positive regarding himself. She's within reach of him the next second, fingertips touching the back of one hand and offering him a lopsided little smirk. A little exasperated, but lightly so. ]
The form's not so bad either, you know. It's all right to take a compliment without refuting it.
[ It leaves nothing to the imagination, no, and he puts his all into maintaining himself. He should be able to realize that that alone is attractive, both in body and in dedication— which isn't to say he's not handsome, either, because he certainly is. She's still making her rounds when they part again, leaving him to check his guns and finish his preparations to load up his gear, dogs orbiting beneath her hands, against her legs. Better, yes, but still nervous. Guns and more guns come out and she feels under-armed, for a change, palm skimming over the butt of her pistol as if to affirm its presence, about to make some quip before he's speaking.
— and interrupted by the alarms, both dogs' ears flattening. She lifts her head and listens, tilted to the side. ]
Suppose so. Shall we? Since we're both skin-tight now.
no subject
As for the suit, he doesn't always put it on every day, but he's done it enough times that it's second nature by now. He could get himself into the sneaking suit in his sleep, if he had to. He imagines it's the same with Angela and her Valkyrie armor, even if her suit requires some more assistance than his. He isn't entirely prepared for the way that she slinks into his space and touches him casually, stiffening slightly not because he doesn't like the touch but because he's not sure if he's allowed to like it. ]
He's sworn to secrecy. [ It's the Bro Code, Angela. Otacon isn't allowed to tell stories unless Snake also gets to tell everyone about that time he peed himself in the locker. When it comes to who has more embarrassing stories, Snake knows which of them wins. For the most part, though, he's joking, and the levity in his voice should make that clear enough. ] You'd get along, though. He'd want to take a look at your armor and that hard light technology you mentioned, no doubt about it. [ It would take Snake holding him back to keep Otacon from getting overzealous about it.
It's not like Angela would be the first person to call Snake out on his tendency to downplay any compliment he gets and shrug it off like it's nothing, but she's particularly persistent about it. Snake looks down at the spot where she's touching his hand, unsure what to make of it, and whether or not he should turn his wrist so that their hands are clasped palm-to-palm. That would be too much, wouldn't it? A clumsy action from someone not used to offering any kind of affection.
Thankfully, the alarm interrupts any dumb decision he might have made. While Jaegar and Eiger are both worked up by the sirens and what they might imply, Snake and Angela are almost comically calm, as two people who have marched onto battlefields countless times before.
And Snake can almost guarantee this will involve a fight. ]
Yeah, let's go. [ He makes for the door then, opening it so that Angela can walk through. Both dogs try to follow, but Snake turns toward them and orders them to stay. There's some plaintive whining, which he follows up with a harsher tone, and at that point both dogs know they have to stay put. With a sigh, he closes the door and then casts a glance up and down the hall. ]
Guess we'll have to go search out the trouble ourselves.
no subject
Regardless, the "sworn to secrecy" remark gets a little laugh out of her, especially to hear him joking. That didn't come by him easily either. ]
Well, thankfully for him, I don't guard my secrets nearly as close as you. I'm sure we'd have plenty to teach each other.
[ Even if it isn't Snake's stories. She's light-hearted in her tone to match, teasing, at least until her fingertips are alighting on one tan hand and his eyes drop to watch her touch, and though he doesn't move into it, he holds steady— not pulling away. So she'll push a little further to run the backs of her fingers over his, knuckles bumping gently, and she smiles to the motion. Carefully done, perhaps, but he'd allowed it and it was a good middleground. Playful but not overtly flirty, something friendly. (For what it's worth, however, she wouldn't have thought him clumsy.)
Her touch doesn't flinch away and she doesn't startle; it's been a handful of months here, yes, but she's still no stranger to alarms, or raid sirens. She eases back out of his space to turn and shush the dogs when they whine, offering them her hands to rub over their heads and along their snouts, cradling one each to whisper soothing words in her own tongue to. It doesn't last and they need to move, but when he says as much, she straightens with more steel in her spine than he's likely seen from her before, ready to tackle whatever waits beyond the door. He holds it open for her and she passes by him carefully to ensure the hall is clear, minding the dogs at her heels he orders back— then again with more bite, and even she furrows her brows with sympathy. Her gun comes out and her staff twirls in her other hand, just the once, settling her grip. ]
Seems that way, but hopefully the residential wings will remain unharmed. The doors should offer adequate protection, I hope. Has anything like this happened before...?
no subject
Snake takes a few seconds to consider her loadout, the pistol and the staff. The latter is more curious, but he suspects he'll see it put into action sooner rather than later, if the situation they're about to walk into is as bad as those alarms make it sound. ]
We'll have to try and keep this place secure, yeah. [ Which might not be easy depending on what's happened, but most civilians will probably be barricading themselves here. ] We once had an alien race board the ship and attack, but... don't know what's happening here yet. If it's from the Ingress...
[ He shakes his head. It could be anything. There's no point in speculating; Snake would rather face the crisis head on. So he presses forward, taking the lead in a few quick strides as he makes for the wing's exit. ]
no subject
The other doctors should have the medbay squared away. She'll swing by just to ensure, but they need a scope on the threat first. An Ingress breach... did not sound pleasant in the least. She catches him looking at her gun and staff, tipping the latter his way and offering him the gun with a tidy flip to hold the butt of it his way. ]
Healing and defense. Surely I've mentioned nanites to you before, no? The gun requires no ammo at least.
[ Let's pretend she takes a moment to quantify what it shoots— lasers? Hard light? Who knows. His mention of the alien race, though, has her tipping her head to prompt him a little further, but ultimately: ]
Nothing to do but figure it out, hm? I can at least promise I'm a good shot for cover fire.
[ Angela is right beside him as he presses on, keeping ears and eyes sharp half a step behind him and about an arm's length from him for freedom of movement on both their parts. The staff gives her range should she choose to fight with it (she won't) but the gun is far more valuable here, hesitant to put either away lest she need them for whatever awaited them beyond the wing. Regardless, they reach the door and she gives him a nod that she's ready, pressed into the opposite jamb from the opening and keeping her eyes open on what lay behind them as well as what will be before them. ]
no subject
He may not know how to react when Angela compliments him, but this he can do. ]
You've mentioned them. [ Snake hasn't seen these nanites in action, though, and didn't realize that a staff of all things was involved. It's not the sort of equipment he's used to seeing someone carry around, but he suspects he'll get the chance to see how it works soon enough. A gun with no ammo is certainly handy; Snake wouldn't mind having one himself, but he's got no choice to be conservative with his bullets.
They make it out of the room block and Snake immediately starts in the direction of the Ingress, figuring that he may as well take the fight to them—whoever "them" is. It's quiet, enough to make him anxious, but eventually that's punctuated with some inhuman shrieking noise. It's still far away, but Snake stops in his tracks for a moment all the same.
He looks over his shoulder at Angela, closing his eyes for a moment in contemplation. ] Just make sure you stay behind me, all right? And let me know if anything's circling us from the rear. [ With only two of them this could get dicey, but Snake's used to going it alone. With the support Angela's no doubt going to provide, they should be fine. ]
no subject
They only last a few hours, really, before beginning to dissolve. They manage micro-repairs on tissue and can excrete localized anesthetic, hemostatics, or a mild disinfectant to assist in wound care as well as dissolve into a glue if necessary, providing an anchored mesh-work to support organ or bone damage. The other half works like an adrenaline rush for physical output. Needless to say, I'll have you covered and be able to help whoever we may come across.
[ If it wouldn't throw off his confidence with his weapon, she'd offer to trade so he could make use of the unlimited output and she would provide the limited cover fire with the alternative. Help him conserve ammo, but it's a significantly different feel from the traditional gun he wields and they couldn't afford that kind of switch at the last second. She'd have to let him try it out some other time, leisurely.
They turn towards the Ingress and she follows readily, gun in hand and pointed to the ground until the far-off shriek leaves them stopping. Her head tips to get a proper idea of it as well, turning to meet Snake's eyes when he glances back over his shoulder. ]
You'll know, don't worry. This little one's quieter than a traditional gun but it's nowhere near silent, and I'll be shooting. 4 o'clock.
[ Her position, she means. Behind and slightly to the right to cover his dominant arm. When he decides to proceed, she does so at an angle to scan behind them, feet mincing along and shoulders turned to allow her range of sight. ]
no subject
Snake isn't the biggest fan of nanomachines, but if these nanites are Angela's design, then he's more inclined to trust them. He gets the feeling he'll get to feel their effects firsthand before long. He nods to indicate that he heard her and doesn't have any protests to her support.
He does have a vague interest in her gun and how it works, as any soldier would, but it's something they can try when they're not in the middle of an emergency. Snake knows that this doesn't look good, but both of them have endured their fair number of trials in the past and they've always come out on the other side. It's just one more thing to get through.
Noises continue to come from all sides of the ship as they move down the hallways, though at first they remain distant. At least up until a point that he hears a loud banging from overhead and realizes that something is in the vents and trying to force its way out.
He stops shorts and stares up at the source of the sound, gun drawn with both hands curled around it as he waits for the inevitable to happen. ]
no subject
It leaves her a little looser at his side, relaxed knowing she'll be able to act effortlessly on his behalf if the need arose, and they continue down the halls at a quick enough clip, quiet as possible. The sound is something that both seems to follow them near as much as they give chase, but with one loud bang above them—?
Angela goes stock-still, twitching a little straighter, leaving Snake to aim at the source of the sound while she kept cover. Turned just enough to keep his movements in her peripheral and ready to move with him. They both have ample room, close enough to make contact and have one another's backs but still with space to spare. She makes eye contact, nods, and twitches again with another, more forceful bang sounds above them.
She's ready if he wanted to start shooting, or if they're going to wait out whatever was in the vents. ]
no subject
That isn't going to be enough to put it down, though, and a series of thrashing follows which sends one of the vent's panels clattering to the ground, with the monster soon following it: a giant slug, oozing green blood from a bullet hole in its belly.
Slow-moving as it might be, it's armed with an impressive row of teeth and it's inching its way toward them. It's an easy target to start off with, something to warm up before they get to a real challenge.
Snake looks over his shoulder at Angela. ] You might want to step back. [ With that warning issued, he trains his gun on the creature and starts riddling it with bullets, which leads to more screeching and more blood splattering across the hallway. With any luck, its brain is located where Snake would expect it to be... ]
no subject
The warning was largely unnecessary as she already turned to move, but where he begins aiming beneath the antennae, Angela's spared a few shots down the length of its body, each hitting true. Three in the middle and one near the "foot", just in case. Organs were most typically a center of mass in any species, and at least enough damage should be done between the two of them for her to wheel back around and watch his back while he finishes the job.
It's an easy target, yes, but the green blood lets off a particularly saccharine odor and she already hears scampering in the vents and along the tile floors behind them, making quicker headway than the slug had. ]
Snake...
[ A quiet prompt, her focus cutting between the two sources of sound. He hears it as well, right? ]