Ironic Invasion [Athena Crew]

[Paige Demore]

Priya pretty much blocked out the few minutes that followed as her and Onas helped Jeff move. For once in her life she was sort of at a loss, she was unsure how to proceed. She had to pull herself together, emotions were a tool, a weakness usually. In this situation even her own emotions were a flutter, but they had to be tamed. Even if it was just for awhile. Lives depended on it, including her own.

Onas helped her get Jeff onto the table in the infirmary, then he quickly applied pressure to the wound. The thief's words were heard by Priya, but she didn't respond. They were in a rough spot to say the least, not even to mention the situation that they had been in discussion on before the reavers hit them. When it rains it pours right?

The Captain could hear the banging from the reavers, there were only a few left maybe, but they were in poor shape. Jeff was pretty much down for the count and she wasn't doing well herself. The blood-loss was beginning to take a larger toll, her face was more pale than normal and she was dizzy. Despite that they needed to at least try to make Jeff stable before anything else.

Drawers were pulled and cabinets opened. Tape. Gauze. Towels. Anything that would work. Priya began to fashion a bandage of sorts with the help of Onas Knox. One of them held on the padding while the other wrapped tape securely around Jeff's shoulder. It had to be tight. Tight enough to make the blood stop but not enough to cut circulation completely. They were still hours away from Beumonde.

Now was the time to address the second part of Onas' words. "Stay here, I'll grab Roxie." Her words wavered, a showing of her draining strength. It wasn't her usual confident and steady way of speaking. Priya moved quickly through the hall to reach the bridge. The air was rather thin as she stepped through the door, finding her pilot on the ground. She pressed against the woman's neck for a pulse. Roxie was still alive, just passed out perhaps from the lack of oxygen.

Priya picked her up, not easily. It was awkward, the Captain wasn't a large woman or even overly strong. Roxie was about the same size really so it would have been a rough task had she been in top shape. Now it was even more-so, a struggle. Priya kept herself balanced as best she could, pressing against the wall off and on. As she neared the infirmary it was getting to be too much, "Onas..' her voice came out too soft, too tired, 'Onas!" That was better. She needed help getting the unconscious pilot into the room.

What a day.

[Jeff Weston]

Sound and light came and went as Jeff was laid upon the table. He was trying to say for them to get his stunner out and use it but groans and murmurs was all that was coming out. What was more he even slapping his stunner holster to direct their attention to it but his hand and fingers were not working with him either he was missing it or he was just lightly taping it. Either way Weston was not getting his points through to this battle worn crew.

Finally Jeff found his strength lessing to the point that any extra movement used up a great deal of effort of focus and energy. So simply using one finger he slowly worked it into the holster and found the button on the end of the stunner. Pressing the remote button it engaged the other stunner still standing wedged into the catwalk outside the hatch. Reavers screamed in pain. Each time he heard them banging on the hatch he would press the button. Yet coming in or out of conscienceness he could not truly tell whether or if they had just been banging or restarted.

Well whether they bang on it or not the stunner kept shocking them burning into their feet and those unfortunate to fall upon the catwalk these would feet the full brunt of the shock system. Jeff never really worried about the stunners running low for they were on the same new tech basis as his sonic weapon was self recharging. If a reaver figured it out and tried to break it they would find it very hard to do. For it was made especially for the Guardian Angels in non-lethal events but most of the ones to receive them found that the solid construction of the stunner made for a handy club as well.

Jeff rolled his head to his left and opened his eyes trying to get his left eye to focus. All was a blur to him. A mass of dark movement was all he could see of Onas. As for the Cap he could not hear or fell here in the room. Which did not mean she was not their. As darkness took him again he pressed his finger upon the stunner and tried to hold it giving the reaver who were left one last shot foot.

[Onas Knox]

Onas Circled the room more than once looking for some way to rig a by-pass. Every few seconds he stopped and looked at the clock, watching seconds slice off, knowing that each one lost was a step towards his demise, and the crew's. Jeff wasn't completely out of it, he sort-of... twitched here and there. Where was the Gai Si captain? He rung his hands and continued searching the walls. Thinking he heard his name, Onas turned to Jeff, but he was still out of it. He turned back to the walls over the glass. They were nothing but supports, but they had the ventilation system, so thats where he needed to be. Technically, anywhere would do, all he had to do was punch through.

Reavers were at the door banging ferociously, then, as quickly as they started, they stopped. Stopped banging, and started howling. They were in a queer mood weren't they? Onas pushed it down and concentrated. Reavers weren't leaving, a little while later, they'd be back again. Where was the captain?

He got a hold of an exhaust fan and put his borrowed knife in it, but the seal was to tight, he couldn't get it to budge. Onas checked, it was a tapped screw. 'Newer ships and their damn safeties' he thought while grabbing a chair and sliding it under the overhang. He stepped up into the chair and felt his knee scream under the pain of all the scrapes from the catwalk. He was in the med bay, that could be attended later. Onas felt the panel under his fingers until it flexed, then he turned the knife to its hilt, and punched the panel in its flex. For some reason, this just didn't seem right to him, Onas had this twinge of a nag in his mind. Was he doing something wrong?

That freed it up on the ends, bending it enough. Onas yanked and yanked on it until he finally broke it free with such force he came crashing down off of the skinny med chair. He was still rubbing his head a moment later, black dots in his eyes, and a first rate knot forming, when he distinctly heard his name. He stopped his hand still, and listened. Onas sat up and looked at Jeff. He put his right hand behind him and sat up tossing the panel away and straining his ears. He attempted to block out all other sounds and pick out one. Giselle's voice...

Nothing, Onas started to get up, but something nagged at him, that feeling that clung to your spine and your stomach, and made you investigate. The truth was, he was worried about it being a reaver set to jump him, but, as bad or as childish as that might have been, the door was wide open to the room. That would be called, "The Jitters" and Onas would have none of it. He stepped into the hallway and immediately dashed ahead.

The Captain had Roxie and had nearly collapsed to the ground. The air out her was thin, and she was still loosing blood. Roxie was out cold, but she showed no signs of an attack. He first scooped her off the Captains shoulder, then grabbed the strong, beautiful, thin, controlled Captain by her wrist, and nearly drug her into the med bay. Once in he dropped everybody, and immediately sealed the doors. The emergency venting kicked on in full swing, and the breath of life filled the room. It hadn't been obvious to Onas a moment ago, but they had all been running out of air. The moment his mind cleared, he knew what had itched at him. That 'nag' he'd felt.

He couldn't vent the ship from here. He never set the shutters to remote. They had to go back. Now it was either get back to the vent hub, or fight to the last man...

[Paige Demore]

Roxie's weight was lifted as Onas took her from the Captain, and then she felt his strong grip on her wrist. He pulled her back into the infirmary. When he let go she went to her knees, it was like she was out of breath and couldn't catch it. Then all of a sudden it was there, the ability to breath. Taking in a deep round of oxygen she held it a moment before letting it out.

She looked up at Onas, they were in trouble, bad trouble. Jeff and Roxie were not going to be of any help right now. It was just the two of them. They'd have to help themselves and the others. "What the hell is with the life support Onas?" Her voice still sounded a little weak, but there was annoyance behind her words; maybe a hint of fear. "I never fixed it, it's a relay; I need a second body. If I had my stuff I could fix it by myself, but that's all at my apartment."

Priya sighed at his words. Her eyes wandered around the room, they needed to get back to the bridge. There was the issue about the air though. No chance that the small amount of airflow in the infirmary would linger all the way to the bridge. It needed to be in there though since Jeff and Roxie were down for the count. The Captain grinned as she spotted a pair of air masks sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Priya pulled herself off her knees and sauntered over, scooping them up in her hands.

Now about the doors, that was Onas' department. "Can you make the doors lock from the outside?" Her grin was still present as she held up the masks with her question.

[Jeff Weston]

A clearing, a clearing of foggyness and the cloudy vision was ever so slow to remove themselves from his being but they eventually did just as the Captian and Onas were leaving. Sound and movement still sounded muffled and slowed but at least the lights weren't flaring in his eyes he could handle the deaf like state but blindness was not on his most enjoyed thing to-do.

Scoping out the room he was glad to see the pilot as well here in a better condition than he was in, with no blood soaked cloths. He was having a harder time hearing the thumps of the reavers. It wasn;'t just due to his hearing but the doors sealed as well. So any noise he would once again charge the catwalk out side with a static burst of super charged energy. As he was pressing the button he wondered which way they went. He'd hoped they were smarter than going back to the cargo hold by the hatch they had left.

Yes, yes they were smarter than that. As he tried to move a bit a rush of a need to cough went through him as he did though his body was racked by pain mind clearing pain. Laying back he thoughtfully decided to lay here for a bit and watch over Roxie. A bit of laughter tried to raise up as well at the thought of him near dead and he was still trying to be the Guardian Angel. Shaking his head he layed still and waited breathing in what air was filtering into the room and bided his time.

[Onas Knox]

Onas smiled back, the captain had huevos, he'd give her that. He snatched the air-mask from her hands quickly, now noticing every pain in every segment of his body. Onas' knees were killing him and his sides hurt from being in and out of the Courtuoes narrow ductworks. But he was breathing, and that was the important thing.

Onas wasn't one hundred percent sure what the captain had in mind, so he began talking rapidly as he got the panel off the wall for the door's lock.

"Here's where we stand, I never did 'actually' get the system back online. There's a siloniod blown past the main hub somewhere. And I don't have all my tools here, so i'll need some help. Real simple, you jolt the system, I find the problem. I mean, Ordinary day, ordinary problem, extraordinary situation."

Onas opened the door, and they hurried through, when he shut the door sparks burst out of the panel on the opposite side, Onas noticed the slight look on the captains face. Concern. He commented briefly while pointing the way, "Don't worry, The reavers won't get in, guarantee. But their must be fifty ways for me to open those doors." He led her down several hallways, and down threw a floor drop, then on to the main access panels. Onas stopped and briefly looked around, everything was as he'd left if, "Ok, this is real simple, when I tap on the pipe, you touch this," here he held up a red and yellow set of wires, not much larger than a coffee straw, odd thing, how the smallest problems are often the worst ones. ",to this." He finished. Then, she gave him her assurance she could handle it, and into the pipes he went.

[Paige Demore]

Priya had simply nodded to Onas for confirmation that she understood what he needed to do. Then he was gone. She was left waiting, she didn't move or anything, didn't want any reason to miss his signal. Then there it was, the signal, sound coming from the vicinity that Onas had disappeared to. She quickly tapped the wires together in the spot the thief had shown her, they gave off a very minor spark, that was a good thing.

All at once the fresh air hit, and the heat too. How long had the heat been out? The Captain hadn't noticed that the heat was out, but it made sense that it was since the air was out. It was a little worrying that she hadn't noticed the change. Onas returned, his hair was a bit singed and his hands were a bit darker, "Bypass is ready." "Come with me." There was still more to do, so off they went.

They ran down the hallway and back into a familiar room. The guest suite she had used earlier to make her waves, the broken glass still covered a small area of the floor near the desk. The actual broken screen she had put her fist through in anger lay on the floor amongst it the debris. "Put the mask back on." That was all Priya said as they passed the mess and went into the bathroom. She turned up the hot water as far as it would go, noticing Onas hesitated on the mask she put more force into her words, "Do it Onas, now!"

[Jeff Weston]

(occ-poor muse tonight)


Darkness came and went for him many times. Some noise he could hear but could not discern whether it was reavers or his crew mates. Finding it harder to focus he did not want to just simply slip away in the awaiting arms of darkness. He never was programmed to just roll over and die. Fighting to the bitter end and then some was what was drilled into his mind every day since an early age.

Yet still it was like a sirin's song leading him further into the black. Memories of faded days slowly pasted some he had forgotten about. Others he wished he could forget about.Some would call these moments as a 'turning leave' moment for him but to him it was simply a re-enforcement of what he already knew about himself. Honor and dedication to ones job and mates were and always will be first in his life and way of doing things.

[Onas Knox]

(((OOC- tying up loose ends. Long time comin...)))

Onas crawled along on his elboes. Shifting this way and that, trying to find any break, burn, clip or otherwise sign of a problem. He finnaly felt a section of hot wire with his forearm. He backed up, and inspected it. The port in the middle was hot, but the wires coming out towards the reactor were cold. 'Easy fix, so long as its just the port,' he thought, connecting his cables. Once he had a secure grip, he took the knife handle, and banged on the pipe. A jolt of electricity burned into his hands before he could release the cable. His jaw locked up, and Onas grunted continualy while trying to unlock his hand from the grounded power cable. He finnaly yanked free.

Onas dropped his head. He didn't have time to sit there and sizzle after the shock, "That was stupid." He commented to himself, flipping the port breaker, and prying the top off. He unhooked everything, and then spliced it together, bypassing the blown saftey. Then, he clipped the cover back in place, and shimmied back down to the shutters. He tapped them into the ship, and synced it to remote access. Then he crawled backwards to the opening. Once he got out, he held up a finger to tell the captian he'd need another second. Onas found the portable remote, and check the connection. Then he kept his voice very low and explained everything. "We have power," lights, air, heat, drives, she had problebly guessed that, "But there's more."

"I got the shutters in the airlock rigged to this remote. You give the word, and we vent everything to space. The ships will seperate from the pressure, and our emergency doors should close and seal our ship. I tore up the buss on their airlock, those doors wont shut again. We push this button, they all die... But captain take caution," he added, handing her the remote. It was simple, you hit one button, and she was clever.

"I can't garrantee that every compartment will be sealed. The tumbler doors... the backup airlock saftey... will shut, but only after fourteen seconds. If their made to galactic regulation." There was a lot of if, but even from here, he could hear the reavers still tearing away at the doors. Choices were slim. And Onas only other option was to fight, that is, for himself and the captian to accomplish without weapons, what they couldn't do with the guns before.

He looked her in the eyes, "I'm just telling you that while Jeff and Roxie are safe, we are not. If theres a door, a vent, a hole of any kind that we missed. Then we're in the vacume of space with the reavers."

Onas waited a moment for the captian to decide how to handle it. She had a wild look in her eye, he wasn't sure he liked it. "Come with me, she told him. They went to the guest quarters. Onas hadn't been in this room before, but someone had. A moniter was shattered, the glass shards littered around it on the floor. The captian walked by the mess, into the bathroom saying, "Put the mask back on." He didn't understand, but it didn't take long to figure out. She walked to the sinks, tub and shower and turned on all the hots. The shower was one of the enclosed kind that you see on civilian vessels. Steam showers they called them. Glass from ceiling to floor. She didn't really think this was gonna work did she? Somewhere down the hall, a huge blast echoed through the corridor. Gisselle turned to him at him, and repeated herself, much harsher. "Do it Onas, Now!"

Onas' eyes were wide in disbelief and terror, he yanked the mask on, kicked its power back to full, snatched the cover off the bed and nearly jumped into the shower. He shook his head, and told her, "This isn't gonna work!" With the shower door closed, and her thumb on the button, Onas thought this was it. This was the last moment. "Wait!" he screamed at her, reavers could be heard loudly now, they were close. "What's your real name?"