TWG VIII: The Froimor Incident

lolfighter · October 2006

Well, I just had a thought. The auto-edit can only be used to add something to the post, not to alter the content that's already there. So I guess it's not so bad.
Still, we should ask an admin whether it's possible to turn it off for individual forums such as this one.

Theslan · October 2006

Night 2 - No posting! 

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Sky and EMP Demon looked at each other in shock of the situation before them. They looked down at the marine that saved them moments before, and then looked each other again.

“We… we better suit up. Commander?” EMP Demon tried his radio in his helmet to contact the commander. That was one of the achievements in TSA technology. Every marine was able to contact the commander no matter where they were in the ship, base, or outpost. It was all controlled by a single structure called the commander chair. This allowed precise coordinated effort to be executed, and performed by the marines. This also meant it is a strategic target to eliminate. EMP Demon looked over to Sky. “I can’t get contact the commander. Can you?”

Sky stared at the dead marine for a few seconds before looking back at EMP Demon. “Oh. Sure, sure. Comm, come in.” Sky fiddled with his helmet for a few moments. “Commander isn’t answering. Could be that he isn’t in the commander chair at the moment. We should check the bridge before…”

Sky stopped mid-sentence as both of them start hearing violent hissing, signs of a hull breach along the walls that protected them from space. They sprang into action as they ran out of the room, and toward the bridge. At the end of the corridor, Sky quickly removed the panel and started working on closing the hallway. But before Sky finished his job, two other marines stumbled out into the hallway.

EMP Demon waved to them. “This way! Hurry!” Both marines looked daze as they hobbled their way towards Sky and EMP Demon. As soon as they reached Sky, he pulled the lever within the panel and a huge metal door came out. Soon, with a metal clang, the door sealed the hallway that all the marines came through.

“Wha… what’s going on? What happened?” Mantrid looked in confusion at Sky and EMP Demon, as he tries to understand the situation. “Did something happened?” Tigersmith, the other marine, just stood there in silence as he tried to cope with what just happened.

“It looked like some explosion went off in the base. We better get to the command chair for orders.” Sky refrained from mentioning that since power is out, there could be major problems in the near future, especially from Kharaa. Glancing back at the other three marines, Sky noted they were in shock. Getting to the commander would be best for these marines, so that their training would kick in. “Let’s go.”

Sky led the troop through the hallways as they work to navigate through the debris in dull red lighting. Along the way, Sky explained what he thought was going on.

“It looks like someone planted a bomb and tried to blow up the base. Probably someone that wanted to destroy the research here.”

Tigersmith looked scared. “Why would they want to do that?” The rest of the marines stopped and looked at Tigersmith. EMP Demon gestured with his hand a critter that went around and started biting things in the air. “Oh right. That.”

The group started moving again as Sky continued, “This could be bad. There are eggs in laboratory that were guarded by electricity. I bet now power is down, they will hatch and since they are not fitted with collars, they will hunt us down.”

Mantrid stared at Sky. “What about the others? Wouldn’t they hunt us down too?”

Sky shook his head. “I doubt it. They can’t get rid of the collars, and from previous incidents, they are willing to stand by and let us take care of the ones that weren’t collared.”

EMP Demon stared at Sky now. “Wait, wait… incidents? You mean this happened before?”

Sky sighed. “Yes. Now you see what Clide tried to glaze over. There were several incidents that had the hive producing eggs secretly and then have them raid at us. Strangely, it was one of the Kharaa that notified the incident. They stood back we went in there and tore through the aliens. To this day, I’m not sure why they stood back.”

The mention of the hive did not go unnoticed. “There’s a hive?! Here?!” All three marines looked at Sky in disbelief.

Sky nodded slightly. “Yes. There’s some sort of field that covers the hive, in order to stop it from breeding. It’s on a different power source, with lots of indicators around base, including a specific siren, if it is down. So far…” Sky points to the siren nearby. “… it seems to be active.”

“If the field is in place, how did the first incidents happen?” Mantrid pointed that out as they continue walking.

“The sirens weren’t place during that time. In fact, the scientists aren’t sure how the field went down without their noticed, which is why they now have sirens all over. Here we are.” Sky peered at the door, which is labeled ‘bridge.’ After tapping at the console nearby, Sky cursed softly. “Darn. It’s locked tight.”

“Oh well, let’s break it open.” Mantrid moved over to the door and pulled out a welder. Within moments, he adjusted the tool and started cutting through the door.

Sky continued to work on the console as he pulled up more information about the base. “Looks like most of the base has been hit, but the laboratories are relatively intact. Someone probably is trying to get rid of all personnel, and leave the aliens intact. Wonder why…” Sky pondered some more as he continued to type into the console.

Tigersmith and EMP Demon looked at each other, as the other two marines are busy. Finally, Mantrid stood up and looked behind. “I’m done here. A swift kick and it should go through.”

Sky suddenly looked horrid as he turned and said, “Don’t kick that…”

However, it was too late. Mantrid gave the door a solid kick, which the door gave in. Suddenly, the whole hallway became a tunnel of air as the contents of the bridge were revealed. The bridge was a mess; everything is charred black and a lot of instruments are broken. On one side, there is the commander chair, completely broken in two. On the other side, there is a huge hole that opened up to space.

Immediately all four marines felt the pulled and grabbed on anything on the wall. Sky yelled at the three, “Go back! Now!”

Mantrid, Tigersmith, and EMP Demon compiled as they struggled to climb back away from the bridge. Sky stayed at the console as he tried to bring up anything to close the door. Unfortunately, he saw only one solution. Looking back, he saw the three are safely behind the corner of the hallway, and out of sight. He typed something in the console and quickly started to work his way up toward the three marines.

The other three marines, in dismay, looked at Sky struggled to move up. After only moving a few feet, the doors of a nearby corridor started closing in, to seal off the bridge. Sky was on the other side. Mantrid moved closer to Sky, and tried to lend a hand to him. Sky shook his head and waved him back. He shouted at them,

“Find out what happened! Don’t be afraid to use the collared Kharaa. Use my password to get into the system: A5B32! Make sure…”

The doors slammed shut as the winds died down. Nearby, soundless screams were occurring to one lone marine, but they were not cries of pain from the aliens. They were cries of frustration after all he had given to the base; he was going to become a nobody, just like his bunkmate a few hours earlier.

After a few moments of silence, Mantrid looked at the other two. “Let’s go, and find the ******* who did all of this.” Tigersmith and EMP Demon nodded as they went towards the laboratories, without looking back.

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I will be gone this weekend. Therefore, Day 2 starts at Monday 2pm PST.

Theslan · November 2006

Day 2

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Elsewhere, near the same time as the explosion occurred, Crispy and Isamil are led around by an unnamed scientist in laboratory 3. The scientist applied a bit of paste on the lerk, as well as on the fade, and stepped back to conduct his experiment. He jotted some notes down on his pad before looking at the two and saying, “Ok, go ahead.”

The pair started off, going from one end of the lab to the other, trying to race each other to see who’s the fastest critter. Fortunately for the lerk, the paste that was put on did not hinder the lerk in flying or gliding across the lab. Unfortunately for Crispy, he could not blink from one end to the other, forcing him to walk. By the time he got back to the scientist, he looked irritated, ready to cleave the scientist’s head off, but the thought immediately dissipated due to the device on his neck, and the treat that the scientist gave him.

“Interesting, this stuff does hinder fade’s movements, but not lerk’s. I wonder w…” Before he finished the sentence, the whole laboratory shook as distinct echoes of explosions were heard. Immediately the scientist looked at the direction of the door that led back to the barracks. “What was that?!”

The power in the room suddenly dimmed down and then turned off, as the humming sounds of the power generator halt to complete silence. Somewhere in the darkness, a distinct chuckling is heard, growing louder without any indication of stopping.

The scientist yelled out in the darkness, “Xentor, cut it out.” As emergency generators kicked in, some of the humming came back, but at a lower tone. The scientist fumbled towards the wall, trying to find the flashlights that were kept there in emergency. In the end, Crispy was the one who found them first. Being Kharaa, they could see much better in the darkness than humans, so they were more used to the environment. Crispy carefully reached over to the wall and delicately grabbed the flashlight. Then he turned around and threw the flashlight at the scientist.

“Ow!” The scientist halted suddenly, rubbing his head in pain. He leaned down and felt around until he found the device that hit him. Standing back up, he turned the device on, wincing that the light shined directly in his eyes before he turned it around and saw Crispy at the wall where the flashlights were.

“Thanks Crispy.” The scientist stepped towards him, only to trip over a cloaked object, which slowly becoming visible. The object started chuckling again, much louder this time.

“Xentor, cut it out.” The scientist shook his head. The Kharaa don’t seem to be concern with their situation. He pondered whether that it is a side effect of the collars, or that they are just trying to pretend they’re not concerned. He made a mental note later to observe that somehow. After getting up, he goes to the console next to the wall, where he pulls up the schematics of the base.

The scientist whistled at the situation. “This is not good at all.” The diagram showed the bridge to be complete depressurized and the upper barracks exposed to space. Judging by the amount of damage, it looked like there were several bombs that hit key locations at the same time. The scientist pondered why the laboratories were not hit, but then understand why immediately.

There were rumors that several people who didn’t like the current administration and wanted to take over. Names, of course, weren’t given but enough murmurings during the past month showed the amount of discontent of what’s happening in this facility. The scientist shook his head sadly. He figured they would appeal to the Senate, or whatever body of government that controlled this place, and not resort to sabotage. He guessed he was wrong.

In the meantime, Stakhanov slowly sneaked up on the scientist. His tummy was not feeling well from the last digestion test. So, he went up to the scientist and opened his mouth silently above the scientist head, and proceeded to swallow the scientist.

The scientist noticed that the generators were not working. That is the first thing he needs to restore, considering how close he is to the hive. The base’s automated systems did a good job at sealing off sections to keep air within the base, but all that would be bad if the hive started producing aliens right now. Then, the scientist’s heart stopped for a second when the console disappeared and his eyes were filled with flesh and teeth. He winced and closed his eyes waiting for the Kharaa to swallow him. After a moment, when that didn’t happen, he opened his eyes again. Finally, he realized who it is.

“Alright, alright, Stakhanov I know you have a tummyache. You don’t need me to smell it too.” The scientist gently pushed the onos away. “Don’t give me such a fright.” He went over to the other end of the laboratory, where he pressed several buttons to reveal a panel. He pressed the sole button on that panel, which pulled part of the wall away to reveal the hive nearby, with two dead power generators next to it.

There was the hive, the lifeline of the Kharaa and the dreaded fear of the TSA. Without it, the Kharaa would slowly die, but with it, they would breed like bunnies. One of the experiments that this scientist was working on is why the aliens lose the will to live when the hive died. He had made several discoveries that lead to the collars, but much of it remained a mystery. But at this time, he does not have time to think, since Stakhanov went up to the scientist and placed his mouth over the scientist’s head again.

“Alright alright!” The scientist ducked away from Stakhanov and went to a cabinet where he produced a huge purple pill and tossed it into Stakhanov ’s mouth. The onos swallowed it whole and stumbled back to give the scientist some room, but gave him a satisfied look with his eyes.

The scientist looked back at the hive, and start making plans on turning the generators back on.

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Crispy and Isamil went to the side went the scientist went with Stakhanov to look at the hive. Though the collars limited their communications significantly, they were able to broadcast limited thoughts through gestures, sounds and touch. Both aliens went around to gather Kharaas for a meeting. Soon, they had a sizable group of aliens listening in. Overall, they were worried, but not so much as the humans. They knew that something has happened, and that in the near future, they would gain control. However, they had mix feelings about it. Overall, it was good to gain independence over the humans and control the facility, but certain advantages they have gained with the humans would disappear. Some didn’t care about the advantages and want to destroy the humans outright. Others want to keep their advantage and pointed out how the marines were good at making treats.

There was a lot of debate. Crispy and Isamil managed to keep order even though a bit of violence occurred with several Kharaas. With the help of the gorge, they kept everyone from killing each other and reached a resentful consensus: they would help the humans. Their advantages were too new, and untested to know whether it was beneficial to keep them or lose them. As a result, they need more data, so they have to help the humans.

Crispy and Isamil looked slightly uneasy at the group as they dispersed. They were not used to bringing a group together like this, but in a crisis such as this one, some have to take leadership. They just hope the humans won’t take too long to restore order.

While they left, one alien stayed behind and pondered the events. His master would like to hear about this, especially how the Kharaa are now going to try to behave. But before he goes to him, he could try to stir some discontent within the aliens…

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After several minutes, the scientist managed to get part of the field working. He looked at the console, with Stakhanov yawning peacefully nearby. The twin generators were on. They were working perfectly, at full power. The readings showed good electric flow between the two generators. However, something is blocking it from making the field on at full power. After peering at the controls, he noticed something.

“Darn. The hive is unto us; it fried a skulk into the coils so its body would be stuck there, disrupting the field. It’s not enough to shut down the field completely, but it’s enough to weaken the field so that it could drop eggs. We need either a skulk or a lerk to get that out of there; I’m not going in there by myself.”

He glanced around, looking for the lerk he was testing earlier. “Isamil ?” Stakhanov glanced at the scientist as the scientist used the flashlight to peer into the lab.

“Isamil ?” The scientist gasped as he almost dropped the flashlight when it went over one part of the lab. There was Isamil on the door, flattened, as if someone dropped an avail on the lerk. Both of his wings were sliced from his body, leaving horrendous sight as fluids were slowly leaking out from the wings and the body.

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Day 2 will end on Friday, 2pm PST.

im_lost · November 2006

There still isn't a lot to go on. "Yesterday" ended with a couple of self-preservation votes, which doesn't help much. My semirandom vote will go to Tigersmith since he hasn't shown up yet.

Theslan · November 2006

As requested, here is the players remaining:

1. im_lost
<strike>2. Isamil</strike>
3. Xentor
4. EMPDemon
5. Swiftspear
6. Mantrid
<strike>7. Sky</strike>
8. Stakhanov
9. Crispy
10. Blackmage
11. Tigersmith -- phantom vote + 0.001
12. Pulse
13. lolfighter

lolfighter · November 2006

So why did the wolves kill Isamil? Discuss.

Here's my take: Experienced player. Take out the most dangerous ones first and you have an easier time with the rest. Not to downplay any of the other players (I've seen great play from people in their very first game), but a little experience goes a long way here. I believe they killed him for that very reason.
The implications of that are not encouraging.

lolfighter · November 2006

No talking then? Are you all just going to sit there, posting once every day to cast your "random vote," letting yourselves get killed off one by one in the night? Is that how this game is going to play? ARE you even going to play?

Pulse · November 2006

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(lolfighter @ Nov 1 2006, 01:43 PM) [snapback]1572086[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>
No talking then? Are you all just going to sit there, posting once every day to cast your "random vote," letting yourselves get killed off one by one in the night? Is that how this game is going to play? ARE you even going to play?
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Due to the confusion surrounding the opening of the forums, the frequent downtime and the weirdness of the TWG schedule, nobody knows that day 2 has started.

Also, there's not much to discuss. I think we'll have to wait for more random posts, or for somebody to make a move before the game really becomes active.

lolfighter · November 2006

Well, given the general trend in TWG to vote off anyone who speaks their mind, I guess remaining quiet is the best option. It won't win us the game, but better to die old in your bed than die young trying to achieve something, right?

Xentor · November 2006

Oh, good... The forums are back on port 80... I might be able to play from work now.

Mantrid · November 2006

Blah, I don't know who to vote for yet. I haven't had time to sit down and look at everything. And the forums switching around again did NOT help.

Pulse · November 2006

I might as well vote for Tigersmith for being AFK. He's not even really AFK, though, because I remember talking to him yesterday. I would've reminded him of the game, but I didn't realize that he was playing until now.

I will change my vote if he comes back...

Maybe.

lolfighter · November 2006

Tigersmith has been sighted on IRC (talking too), just not in the channel. He also posted less than two hours ago, so he doesn't have the excuse of "being too ill to post" or something like that. He is simply choosing to ignore the game he signed up for. He's taking up a slot that could've gone to someone who would actually play the game. And he is where my vote will probably fill, given a lack of better options.

That's supposed to be 'fall', not 'fill.'

lolfighter · November 2006

I figure there should be at least one post every twelve hours or so. Here goes. Just so this thread doesn't feel too lonely and forgotten and unloved.

im_lost · November 2006

So much for the revival of TWG, i guess. Where is everyone?

Swiftspear · November 2006

I'd guess a few are caught up thinking the forums are still down a port 80, it got me for a few hours... other then that I don't know...

Xentor · November 2006

Well, not much conversation here... In case I forget to cast a vote when I wake up (The day ends before I get home from work), I'll just stick mine on Tigersmith, since it sounds like he's active on IRC and the boards, but not in TWG...

lolfighter · November 2006

I'll vote for EMP Demon. Everyone deserves a little love and attention. Even if this particular kind of love is voting for his death.

Stakhanov · November 2006

Stacking another vote for EMP Demon just to stirr trouble <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />

woops , make that bold please - it's a real vote.

EMP_Demon · November 2006

Fine, you know what?

EMP Demon

Between all the inactivity and the restarts, I simply don't really have the will to play now. =/

Crispy · November 2006

My home PC has asploded and I haven't had time to fix it yet. I can check from work but I can't go on IRC. For now I'll place a vote on myself: Crispy until I have more time to trudge through everything so far to find any clues.

P.S. I saw hellfire3k checking this thread as I was, so I know they're active.

tigersmith · November 2006

Im active. I just always forget to check this thread. Ill put it on a subscription so i get emails about it.
Xentor I really think since he does not like me forgetting. This is my first time lol come on IRC and remind me then.

But yes ill try harder to remember lol

lolfighter · November 2006

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Stakhanov @ Nov 3 2006, 01:25 PM) [snapback]1572905[/snapback]</div><div class='quotemain'>
Stacking another vote for EMP Demon just to stirr trouble <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tounge.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":p" border="0" alt="tounge.gif" />

woops , make that bold please - it's a real vote.
</div>
No it's not. Not until you make it bold. Rules are rules.

lolfighter · November 2006

And to elaborate a bit: The rules must be rock-solid in this game, since so little else is.

im_lost · November 2006

<strike>I'm going to move my vote to Crispy. Why? Because then we have a 3-way tie for two votes (almost, there's still the phantom vote), which potentially makes things more interesting. Also, my reason for voting for Tigersmith is that he hadn't shown up, and that's no longer valid. Of course, Crispy could easily change that by moving his vote to anyone else, I guess we'll see what happens.</strike>

All of that stuff above is what I planned to post, and then I realized that Crispy's vote was a placeholder vote, rather than a vote of giving up like EMPDemon's vote. So, I'll place my vote on the person that hasn't shown up yet today, Black_Mage.

Vote count

Tigersmith (2.001) - Pulse, Xentor
EMPDemon (2) - lolfighter, EMPDemon
Crispy (1) - Crispy
Xentor (1) - Tigersmith
Black_Mage (1) - im lost

Stakhanov attempted to place a vote on EMPDemon

Blackmage has yet to make a post today. Swiftspear and Mantrid (and Stakhanov) still need to vote.

Theslan · November 2006

Night 3 - No Posting!

The marine troop slowly moved through the barracks area, trying to find anyone that survived the initial blast. Since then, they managed to pick up Pulse who apparently managed to sleep through the whole ordeal. Lucky for him, he was in the section that was untouched by the explosions.

They explored the areas and moved towards the lab, where they could access the bases’ control. Using Sky ’s login and password on a nearby console, they found out that in the event of a bridge failure, several places have been located to have limited control of the base. Unfortunately, most of those places were in the upper barracks that currently locked out due to decompression. The next location, unfortunately, is the laboratory.

Before the marines went to the laboratory, they needed to be properly equipped to handle the laboratory’s drastic and harsh environments. Being marines, they went to the nearest place where they could get suited up: the armory. There are two armories in the base, located conveniently across the barracks in case of a surprise attack where the marines could quickly get into gear and deployed. Fortunately, one of the armories is accessible while the other one is part of the area that is experiencing decompression.

EMP Demon wandered over to the jetpack selection and took one, including a grenade launcher as his weapon. The jetpacks were one of TSA’s inventions of trying to imitate and counter the lerk’s maneuverability. It is a standard equipment for the TSA marines, if they desired to be outfitted with one. This one, however, is slightly non-standard. EMP Demon noticed it immediately.

“Hey, this is different. It has a bunch of other buttons that I’m not sure what it does.” The other marines looked at EMP Demon ’s jetpack, while Pulse looked at his own.

“Mine is also different from standard. Huh. It’s probably some improvements that they made here to help them out.”

Tigersmith took a shotgun and loaded it up. “Well, as long as it doesn’t work differently than what we’ve been trained at, I’m fine with it.” Pulse nodded as he picked up a light machinegun.

The only one different from the other three marines is Mantrid . Unlike the others, he preferred wearing the heavy armor, which is a power suit that completely encased the marine. Such a powerful suit allowed Mantrid to withstand many of Kharaa’s horrors such as acid, gas, and even environmental situations such as lack of air. This is one of TSA’s fine inventions. Along with the armor, Mantrid took the heavy machinegun, a powerful minigun that only heavy armor can handle. There were situations where a marine could use the heavy machinegun without the heavy armor, but they had to be specifically trained, since it is not part of the standard TSA training.

Now loaded up, the marines started to move out the door and toward the laboratory. However, before they moved three marines saw a skulk decloak on Mantrid ’s armor, chuckling loudly.

Immediately, they raised their weapons to fire, but they noticed an improvement in their armor right away. In their view screen, the visor quickly marked the skulk with a green outline, giving it some data including its name. Several seconds later, they lowered their weapons but kept an eye on the skulk, that is chuckling.

Pulse commented, “So that’s the improvement. Make sense. I wondered how they managed to kill aliens scum without harming the experiment.” Mantrid nodded silently, as his own suit identified a friendly skulk has decided to take a ride.

“It makes me very nervous… very nervous. Someone tell Xentor to get off.”

Before the any marine could comply to Mantrid ’s request, Xentor hopped off and started going toward a direction, and then glanced back at the four. EMP Demon immediately recognized its intention.

“It wants us to follow him.”

Tigersmith looked at “EMP Demon suspiciously. “Do you trust it?”

EMP Demon shrugged. “Better than going around and finding dead ends, or even worse, non friendly aliens. We better keep an eye though for ambushes. Mantrid , you lead.”

Mantrid nodded silently again and followed Xentor with the other three marines behind.

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The marines were not prepared to see what was ahead of them. They arrived the laboratory without too much incident. There were several times that their modified armor notified several aliens without collars were headed to them, and managed to dispatch them without losing anyone, including Xentor . Strangely, Xentor does not seem to mind to see his own kind blasted away by marines. He stopped when they were busy, and then moved on when the marines were clear of enemy alien threats.

What they were not prepared to see is this part of the lab, where it housed several Kharaa, much more than in their tour. The room is 10 times larger, and it showed many collared aliens resting in the ceiling, including onos and fades on the edges of the laboratory. At one end, there was a window that showed the hive, throbbing with life. Next to the window is a very odd sight: a scientist is snoring loudly on top of a somewhat agitated onos.

Mantrid went over and shook the scientist up.

“Wha..? Huh? Oh, help has arrived!” The scientist clambered down from the onos and adjusted his glasses. “Only four? Well, judging by the status of the base, I’m surprised that anyone else had survived. I managed to restore some power to the base, including the lights in this room, but we’re in big trouble here.”

Tigersmith looked nervously at all the lerks, skulks, and fade around, clutching his weapon next to him. “T-t-trouble? Like wh-where we are r-right now?”

The scientist shook his head. “No, we have trouble down at the hive. It knows the base is in trouble and trying to break free. I’ve maintained the field as much as possible, but it is eroding. I need you to go down there, and clear out the debris around the generator so we can increase the field's strength again.”

Pulse looked at the scientist in confusion as Mantrid said, “Whoa whoa, hold on there. What field? Go down where?”

The scientist frowned as he said, “Down to the hive room, like what you have been doing during the past few months.”

Mantrid replied back, “We’re new here. First day on the job.”

Before the scientist could respond, lights in the laboratory flickered out, putting the whole room into darkness. Immediately Mantrid turned around and looked. Through his visor, he could still see all the collared aliens lit up, and no enemy alien in sight. He backed calmly into the scientist, ready to protect him since the scientist seemed to know what’s going on here.

Unfortunately, Tigersmith was not calm. He flew into the air and started going back out the door where they had come, firing bullets as he cried out in panick.

“Tigersmith , stop panicking! Come back here!” EMP Demon cried out.

A few more shots were heard then a sickening crunch. When the scientist found his flashlight, he turned it on and looked around. It took a few more moments for the scientist to find Tigersmith , and why he stopped suddenly.

He managed to fly into one of the walls in the room. Unfortunately, that wall is aligned with the observation room, which is full of needlepoint spikes to prevent the aliens from attacking that area. Usually, the place is charged with electricity when the base is full operational. It is not currently, but it didn’t stop Tigersmith from slamming into the spikes, impaling himself in the process. He is stuck to wall, while his blood is slowly dripping down, forming a small pool.

The scientist calmly said softly, “If we don’t act soon, we’re all going to be like him when the hive is fully free from the field.”

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Night 3 will end at Saturday, 2pm PST.

Players remaining:
1. im_lost
2. Xentor
3. EMPDemon
4. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
5. Mantrid
6. Stakhanov (1 phantom vote)
7. Crispy
8. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
9. Pulse
10. lolfighter

Theslan · November 2006

Day 3

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Elsewhere in a different laboratory, several Kharaa have been grouping up together. They were discussing the recent events along with the consensus to help the marines, rather than to impede them. The onos named Swiftspear complained bitterly about the decision.

“It make no sense; why do we need to help them? Let’s kill them and keep their technology. We’ll be better off being independent from them.”

The lerk named im_lost said, “Yes, we all know how well you would be being independent. Do that, and you’ll go down in bullets quite easily.”

Swiftspear snorted and stared at im_lost . “Then let’s all rise up and use teamwork against them. We can take them.”

Lolfighter , another lerk, shook his head and flapped next to Swiftspear . “If they see every one of us revolt, they’ll just kill the hive. Then what will we do?” Swiftspear went silent after that remark, as all of them know how closely tied they are to the hive. The hive is what created the Kharaa, what gave them ability, and unfortunately, what give them life. If there is no hive nearby where the Kharaa are, they start losing them ability to live, and eventually expired in death. No Kharaa wanted to experience that.

Lolfighter nodded with approval at the silence, taking that all ideas of revolting have been oppressed. “Blackmage , are they close to figuring out how we are tied to the hive?”

Blackmage shook his head silently, and said, “N…. th…. b… s…”

im_lost said, “Blackmage , come closer. You’re out of range, due to these damn collars. Get closer.”

Blackmage slowly moved closer, and immediately the rest of the aliens could hear him. “I said, no, they haven’t. I think they were getting close from the last report I spied reading, but so far nothing. I’m sure they’ll love to figure this out so they can transport us for more study.”

Lolfighter nodded. “Then it’s settled: we need to give them more time. If they could figure this out, we can use this to our advantage later.”

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Later that day, Swiftspear muttered in his sleep about the whole situation. Yummy marines were all there for the taking. There was no reason why he should wait until this crisis end. In fact, he could go around and eat all the dead marines; he’s pretty sure that some of them didn’t survive the incident. In fact, that sounded like a very good idea.

With that, he woke up and stretched. He strolled over the entrance. This entrance was guarded by spikes, as well as a bio-scanner to check scientist’s handprint. Nevertheless, Swiftspear went on to gore the entrance down. He did a pretty good job; most of the spikes bent away, since no electricity flow through them to shock the onos. In several minutes he managed to break the door down, revealing the hallway in front of him. He was about to go on, when suddenly he remembered about marines and their heavy machineguns. He frowned as he looked around for another Kharaa buddy to team up with him for his hunt. Immediately, he saw im_lost over at the corner and went to him.

“Hey im_lost , let’s go. Door’s open, so let’s um… go and help the marines.” He refrained from mentioning his craving for humans at the moment.

When im_lost didn’t respond, he nudged him with his tusk, which im_lost responded by flattening himself down to the ground. Swiftspear stepped back in surprised and growled loudly. Within moments, every other Kharaa came to look what Swiftspear was looking at.

im_lost was there, in skin only. The rest of himself – his guts, his fangs, and his gas enzymes – have been completely removed from the body. In fact, it looked like someone silently took im_lost down, and then dressed him up so that he looked like he was sleeping there.

Swiftspear growled. “I’m going to kill the marine that did this.”

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Day 3 will end at Monday 3pm PST.

Players remaining:
1. Xentor
2. EMPDemon
3. Swiftspear (1 phantom vote)
4. Mantrid
5. Stakhanov (1 phantom vote)
6. Crispy
7. Blackmage (1 phantom vote)
8. Pulse
9. lolfighter

lolfighter · November 2006

Well, I advise you all to keep your mouths shut. Keep being inactive. As we've seen, activity will get you killed. Three of you seem to understand that just fine.
Well, I figure I'm next. If the guardian is still alive, I'd probably be a good choice. I'm active, I'm a veteran, I fit the pattern that the wolves have shown so far.

I'd also like to point out that we're running out of time. I have no reason to believe that we've killed any wolves so far. This means that unless we lynch a wolf on either day three or day four, the numbers will be equal on night five, and barring a guardian save the wolves will outnumber the humans on day five and win the game. Now's the time to come forward with any information you have. We need info, folks, so stop writing in your livejournals or whatever you're doing and come play the game you signed up to play.

Swiftspear · November 2006

Damn, thought I had more time then I did. I'm voting crispy because he voted for himself last round and I really don't want another phantom vote.

lolfighter · November 2006

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I was being sarcastic, you know. Guys, I made that post over twelve hours ago, during north american prime-time, and only ONE of you has posted so far. WAKE UP!

TWG VIII: The Froimor Incident

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