Let the Stars Fall Down IC

[RJS]

Asgharro could have cheered when he found the gas stoves. Pulling what tools he'd been allowed to keep out, and grabbing possible substitutes for the missing ones from the kitchen drawers around him, Asgharro hunkered over the stoves and got to work.

The first one was quickly and carefully dissassembled and then reassembled, Asgharro getting a feel for the parts, what they did, and what they could handle. The next one was where the fun truly began.

Opening up the burner, Asgharro removed a set of parts that looked like they regulated the gas flow, keeping it at a safe level. After reassembling the burner, Asgharro turned his attention to the gas valve. Again, flow regulators were removed. It messed up the safety system a little bit, but hopefully the auto shutoff would still work. Asgharro did the same to another burner and valve, and then fixed the two burners together with duct tape just behind the actual burner. Hammering out a stove windshield with a tenderizing hammer, a tubelike structure was created, which was fastened around the burners to try and maintain the gas pressure. Attaching two gas tanks onto the tubes, Asgharro now had a (hopefully) working flamethrower. Grabbing the lighter to serve as a pilot light, Astgharro spun around to see the creature pounce on Mana and Asano.

I mean, Asano would probably be alright if her gynoid body got a little melted, but Mana probably wouldn't do so hot. Asgharro sighed. "Mana! If you can hear me, you need to do whatever it takes to get out from under that creature! I'm all ready to cook, but you're at risk of becoming an appetiser!"

 

[ERode]

Back in the freezer, Auric is masturbating to science.

Mana's punches were pitifully ineffective, doing nothing more than hurting her own knuckles, in the same way that punching sacks of meat were. The tentacle-snake-monster ignored her struggles, setting almost the entirety of its body on her and Asano, its sticky, slimy tentacles almost seeming to melt onto the two girls. And, despite how well thought the gynoid's plans might have been, as she jammed the canister into the body of the beast, crushing it in the process, she would notice two things.

The sparks that ignited the butane gas the first time were due to the sparking wires within the freezer.

They were now outside of the freezer.

As the highly flammable gas hissed out of the holes in the canister, giving both Mana and Asano a strong whiff of its rotten egg scent, the tentacle monster simply opened its mouth and closed it onto Asano's head, covering it entirely.

"ONOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM."

Scratching and screeching sounds could be heard, as its teeth fought against the metal of Asano's head.

 

[Random]

Auric gripped the baton with all his might as he drowned out the burning in his chest, and the electromagnetic fields began to fold together as another conversion took place.

Plasma. The fourth state of matter, most commonly found as the manifestation of nuclear fusion. Ionised, and thus can be manipulated electromagnetically. In this case, at a very high temperature.

The fields that he had so carefully structured were filled with with white light in the space a single moment. A bar of white flame formed attached to the point of the baton, hissing as the temperature difference between the improvised lightsaber ion sword and the air was accommodated for.

Cauterisation. The burning of flesh in order to halt bleeding.

Healing required bleeding. If the wounds he inflicted were instantly cauterised in the way that ion swords were so renowned for, then that would be totally irrelevant to him. The point was that a blade of plasma should have just as easily done the same thing.

And in the classic demeanour of a scientist, it was time to experiment with it. He didn't bother with a risk assessment, instead simply charging the beast, each swing of the weapon punctuated by a calculation of the most effective angle for his next slash.

And having spent the last few seconds calculating, he either was totally unaware of the girls and their unfortunate positions, or simply didn't care.

 

[R-9 Pilot]

"What the heck is going on!?" Mana shouted from under the monster, not sure what the others were up to. "I don't want to stay where I am either!" She was utterly disgusted by the entire situation. The monster's flesh was slimy and felt particularly disgusting on her bare skin, and she was sure her entire outfit would be completely ruined when this was over with. "Ugh."

She thought back to her training, recalling what to do if one were pinned down like this, and began to wriggle her way out from under the beast. At least it wasn't actively trying to eat her or hold her in place, although some of those tentacles were certainly trailing along to go with her. Her escape was cut momentarily short so she could watch Auric a bit and make sure she wouldn't get in his way. Or get her face cut off. "Yeah! Chop this thing apart!" She cheered him on, should he be paying attention. "Just, be careful you don't hurt anyone."

She eventually got clear from being pinned, and scooted a few more feet away across the floor. Slimy tentacles still trailed from the monster to her clothes and body. "Ewww...what is with this thing?" She was beginning to look like an awful mess. She noticed Asano clearly struggling with the monster, and gasped. "Asano!" Forgetting for a moment that her friend was a combat android, she rushed in to help her out, prying at the creature's jaws.

 

[Nocturnia]

Meredith was stuck again.
For the 6th time since entering the inner systems, she has been detained for questioning about her ship, whereabouts, purpose n the planet and so on, and so on. Markavians were so rare in the inner worlds that every government with a fraction of paranoia had to stop her for questioning.
Of course this meant that her transportation simply dropped off her fighter, stuff and left her on this acidic, paranoid hellhole. Well, at least they accepted the Markavian credit, she'd been staying at this motel, not particularly fancy, and hot as hell, but it had to do.
She was currently planning on leaving the planet on a freighter, however that would mean she'd have to pay for transportation, again.
She was lying down on her bed staring at the ceiling. Sleeping on other worlds was ridiculously hard, especially in cheap-ass motels that did not have cooling systems, or at least individual room ones.
As she was thinking about the heat, some sort of noise started coming from down the hall, specifically the kitchen. She jumped up, mostly due to boredom and headed to inspect, she walked into the kitchen to see that some people were ganging up in front of the freezer.
"Eeeh, the heck are you people doing with all that racket. Some people are trying to sleep despite this ridiculous heat."
The girl remarked while nonchalantly walking towards the freezer door. She did take the precaution to take her sidearm however, she never really trusted places like this. Well, the fact that the pistol was hidden within her suit helped.

 

[Skyswimsky]

Right, sparks...well, fuck. Whatever. If anything it did work to get the attention of that thing mostly on her, which meant less attention towards Mana, which meant the chance of some kinky tentacle stuff decreased by a whole lot. Luckily for the AI, the gynoic body couldn't smell the sound that would make most people vomit, and even if she could, by now, she would have disabled the smelling simulation anyways. That however, did not save her from trying to get eaten in any ways. "E-Eeeehhh? You fu-" Asano's voice was easily overshadowed by the fact that her mechanical head was inside the monsters jaw and the metallic sound of her getting torn to shreds, or at least it tried to, as for now, the combat part of the gynoid was doing a whole lot of work.

Not just that, thanks to her tries of pushing tentacle-chan away, which was really just creating bit of a gap under the thing, Mana with her combined effort actually managed to get free! Of course, Asano did not know that, the gynoid model wasn't luxury enough to have any worthwhile sensors anywhere else but her head after all and ultimately, she just continued to struggle against her inevitable pseudo death, which could, considering a certain person thought of the gynoid being her real body, serve her agenda just as much.

 

[RJS]

Great. Abso-fucking-lutely great. First Auric goes charging in, preventing the usage of the flamethrower, and then Mana, having gotten herself free, runs back into the way again. It's almost like they were determined to caught. Asgharro contemplated just opening the gas valves and igniting the pilot light anyway, but probably better not. At least Auric's weird laser stick seemed to be having some effect.

"Hey Auric! If you can get Mana and Asano out of there, we can really start cooking!" ...assuming this damn thing doesn't just explode on me anyway, Asgharro added mentally.

 

[ERode]

STARBURST….STREAAAMMMM!!!

Mustering the entirety of his strength and speed, Auric, in that one moment of lightsaber badassness, performed a strike that was the epitome of swordsmanship, Starburst Stream. A 16 hit combo performed in an instant, made easier by the weightlessness of this lethal plasma sword, each strike fatal to any human being. The sword of blue flame effortlessly sheared through the fat and muscle of the tentacle monster's back, arcs of blue light flashing every which direction as energy was expended in the torrent of strikes. Yet, despite how a portion of the monster's body was now shredded, it did not fall.

With another guttural screech that would most likely hurt Asano's cyber-ears, it swung the gynoid behind it, tossing Mana along for the ride, who had been grappling with its mouth moments earlier. The two girls flew through the air, right towards the Kirito-ing Auric, before the monster turned around once more. This time, it leapt right at Asgharro, half a dozen tentacles lashing out at different angles towards the flamethrower boy.

 

[RJS]

Asgharro watched in awe as Auric's sword flickered faster and faster, slicing into the beast again and again. For a moment, Auric was a whirling djinn of rave-y death. That awe rapidly turned to horror, as the beast flung Mana and Asano towards Auric and his cloud of laser death, and spun to face him. The creature was still fighting in spite of the terrible wounds that had been inflicted upon it - Asgharro wondered for a moment in the back of his mind if it was truly killable or not. Nevertheless, he flicked the two gas valves completely open and, pointing the long nozzle at the creature, ignited the lighter and held it to the tip. A jet of fire spat forth from the nozzle, the heat blistering against his hands. The creature was lost in the raging flames, which as it turned out, was a terrible idea.

A hint of movement in the flames was too rapidly followed by the creature, now burning, lunging at Asgharro. With no time to run, and nowhere to hide, Asgharro had only one choice. As air molecules were crushed against him, creating a high-pressure zone all over the surface of his body, the static sensation that had always accompanied the use of his power spread across his skin. As the sensation reached its peak intensity, Asgharro released, and a pressure wave rippled outwards from his skin. The flamethrower slipped from his hands under the pressure of the rushing air, and Asgharro could only hope that the creature was not so heavy that it would resist the blast.

 

[gamer5]

Eleniya was woken up by a loud noise coming from downstairs.
"Good damn! Is this planet even civilized!", She shouted, probably waking a few other people this way. She streached but after hearing that the noise continued she said: "Fuck! Guess I will have to quiet them down myself."
Then she proceeded towards the stairs and then downstairs. The sounds were obviously originating from the kitchen so she walked in there and what she saw several humanoids, a and- no gynoid, fighting what appeared to be a tentacle? monster?
Then she also noticed that amongst the humanoids there was a Markavian which was somehow stranger then the tentacle monster to Elen. I mean A MARKAVIAN outside the colder then Scylla MOON, or it's orbit, that they called home was a rarer sight then a strange multiple-tentacled creature. The only reason Eleniya knew about that place was because it was a major importer of heavy metals from Scylla.
Anyways, still amazed by the presence of a Markavian Elen's brain worked in auto-mode and routinely took out the only piece of equipment that she was allowed to take with her on this paranoid hellhole known as Kroil, her multiple-band communicator device, put it to "All Emergency Frequencies", which automatically put the device to broadcast on any emergency channel in the system known to the Two World Alliance, and spoke into it: "This is Eleniya IK Hashami, pilot of "The Lare Beast", speaking to anyone that can hear me. We have a dangerous creature on the lose in the kitchen of [insert inn name here]. Requesting immediate assistance."
She then put the message on auto-repeat and put the device on the farthest safe area that she could find.
Now ready to kick some tentacle ass she approached the fight slowly, looking for a opportunity to strike the beast at the best possible moment ...

 

[Random]

Auric readied his makeshift sword again, ready to slash through the lumps of material the beast had hurled his way.
What he didn't know was what to do after he'd destroyed the obstacles, and this is what shifted him from Berserker mode to Layton mode.

Oh shit, wait a minute.

He immediately realised his mistake, noting how the lumps of material were actually on his side, and seemed troublingly unfazed by the fact he'd almost cremated his crewmates.

A capability of his ability that Auric often overlooked was to convert baryonic matter and energy into its dark counterpart. Normally, he would ignore this, as it could only be achieved at a twentieth of the rate that converting could, which wasn't even, hypothetically speaking, enough to absorb even small arms fire. He'd also noted that it would be impossible in practice too, due to not being able to see where to make the conversion.

However, he could see Mana and Asano hurtling towards him at a trajectory that was the mathematical equivalent of drawing a circle on a piece of paper and calling it art. It would be so delightfully simple just to rid them of their kinetic energy there and then. He ran a few calculations, ensuring that he was indeed capable of absorbing that much energy more than a hundred billion times over in a single second, and then held his ground as he lowered the speed of the two to zero.

The rate of conversion, for some reason, was so that despite the fact that it would feel to the girls as if they had slammed into a brick wall, any damage would only be temporary. This, of course, could not possibly be due to Auric actually taking their wellbeing into consideration. No, not at all, because he was clearly far too coldly efficient to worry about others. It's not as if they particularly mattered to him anyway. In fact, they didn't. Nope, definitely not in the slightest.

And in the midst of his not-considering, he noted that while the attack had been remarkably more effective than anything that had been pulled off already, melee was actually an extraordinarily bad idea, since the squirty liquid that the snake had shot beforehand (likely in a form of autohaemorrhage) was probably limited in range.

"Everyone keep back!" he warned. "Use ranged attacks and cauterise the wounds you make!"

He caught the sound of a voice near the door. Two women were standing just inside the freezer; one a little girl, the other decidedly older. One of them was speaking into a communicator.

"This is Eleniya IK Hashami, pilot of "The Lare Beast", speaking to anyone that can hear me. We have a dangerous creature on the lose in the kitchen of [insert inn name here]. Requesting immediate assistance."

He shot her a brief 'dude, what the hell' glance, before looking back at the beast, tracking its movements vigorously and trying to compare patterns with animals he knew.

 

[Skyswimsky]

If this continued, Asano was pretty positive that even this low-quality combat body would end up just like ass-ninja's mech, that didn't stop her from trying to break free though, and especially not from badmouthing the beast while inside its mouth. Something about piece of organic bullshit and how she would make sure to publicly shame his creator, his parents, his grandparents and his grandgrandparents, and even if that meant hacking into every single device of the entire friggin universe just to make his name known...in a bad way! And in her eyes the creator was obviously already the person who sold them the meat in the first place.

The rant that only she, and maybe tentacle-chan if it had ears in his mouth, could hear quickly came to a stop when it started to screech like it was giving birth to something 5 times its own size. Luckily for Asano though that pain was not something a combat model should simulate, but common sense told her it was loud as fuck regardless. "You fucking fuck! You can cry as much as you want I will st-? Oh?...Freedom!?" Though the 'landing' was rather bizarre, especially without any pain, but she took it was the work of her oh so dearest friend. Though seeing Mana up and well was of more importance, and ultimately ass-ninja, who tried to beat the crap out of the thing with yet another wave of flames.

"This thing is fucking pissing me off!" Looking for the nearest shelf or something, Asano would try to grab it and throw it at tentacle-chan the moment it tried to change aggro again! Meanwhile, the gynoid had totally time to look at more the newcomers in the kitchen, surprisingly low considering what kind of ruckus they had make so far. "A wonderful good morning! As you may see your breakfast is in the making right now~"

 

[R-9 Pilot]

Mana didn't accomplish much on her own, and it wasn't long until she was flung bodily into the air, along with Asano. She screamed pretty much the whole way, and managed a somewhat useless "look out!" to anyone who might be nearby and in the way, before she...didn't end up smashing into anyone. She hit something with enough force to leave her momentarily winded though. "Oof!" ...And then quickly slid down to hit the ground. "Oww...What-the?"

Mana looked around in momentary confusion. How could she run into a wall that didn't exist? The whole fight had devolved to complete chaos in the meantime, with Asgharro getting a chance to use his home-made flamethrower and she quickly got back to her feet and leaped away from the heat as the monster charged its latest assailant. "Damn it, I'd shoot the thing if I had a gun." Being unarmed and without a power that was directly offensive made this difficult. She could probably just sling some knives or something at it ,but it wouldn't do much real good. "What we need is a way to blow the damn thing up." But when in doubt, hard targets never like explosives. "Tear it apart that much and I doubt it'll get back up any time soon."

She finally noticed the two newcomers. "Ah...you wouldn't happen to know much about fighting horrible regenerating monsters, would you?"

 

[Nocturnia]

Upon closer inspection, it would seem that the people gathered in the kitchen were not in fact having breakfast. Or even early lunch. It would seem they were fighting some sort of creature in the freezer. Probably one indigenous to this hellish planet.
One of the people was shouting actually useful directions to others about the creature.

"Everyone keep back!" he warned. "Use ranged attacks and cauterise the wounds you make!"

Meredith tilted her head to this unexpected situation, preparing to jump into the fight when someone behind her started talking.

"This is Eleniya IK Hashami, pilot of "The Lare Beast", speaking to anyone that can hear me. We have a dangerous creature on the lose in the kitchen of [insert inn name here]. Requesting immediate assistance."

"Eeeh, that is your first reaction?" She shook her head away and looked around the kitchen for any sorts of weapons, there were a ton of weapons she could used to cut the thing, or throw at it, but absolutely nothing that would cauterize the wounds she makes.

"A wonderful good morning! As you may see your breakfast is in the making right now~"

She looked around to see the source of the voice. I mean, this was high-level sarcasm right there. It would seem the source is a person, or so she thought at the first glance, when her HUD informed her its in fact an AI. She then looked away, concentrating back on the various knives and pokey-tools in the kitchen, only throwing a comment back on the move.
"The heck if I'm eating that thing, its probably poisonous"

"Ah...you wouldn't happen to know much about fighting horrible regenerating monsters, would you?"

As she was examining one of the butcher knives used to cut meat, she looked up to the source of yet another voice, a black-haired girl. Meredith simply shrugged to her question.
"I know a lot, if we can get ... I don't know, a bazooka. But with knives? Not really my field of expertise." She turned back towards the brown-haired guy that was shouting orders earlier. "Hey, you! How exactly are we supposed to cauterize and wound at the same time with kitchen utensils?"

 

[ERode]

The blue flames, despite how they were melting the flesh of the tentacle monster, did little to stop its charge as it leapt towards Asgharro. After all, flames didn't actually have any physical force behind them, and, as it stood, the bandit-engineer was now about to be embraced by a half-melted, sliced up monstrosity that simply refused to die. It could only be due to his own quick thinking that his eventual death was delayed, a violent blast of air slowing it down as the flames were suddenly given much more oxygen. With a terrific 'fwoom', an orange inferno lit up the freezer, singing the eyebrows of whomever was inside the meat locker at that time.

But it still didn't die. A quarter of its body was chopped up to bits, and its mouth was a mess of melted and charred flesh, but regardless, the tentacles lashed out, three of them grabbing Asgharro by the legs and hips, while another three twirled together to make a massive tendril of high-impact physical damage. Like a terrible horror movie, the three-fold tentacle coiled backwards, before snapping in, ready to penetrate the poor bandit.

Suddenly, from behind Eleniya and Meredith, a supersonic projectile sped past them, the sound of a shattering window only following in the vacuum of the spherical object's path. Arcing above Asgharro's head, the ball smashed into the head of tentacle monster, momentarily stunning it, as it relinquished its grip on handkerchief-face's legs and waist. It struggled to remove the object lodged in its body, but, despite the screeching and scratching, there was a very, very distinctive sound.

A repeating beep, increasing in frequency.

Those who were in the know may have heard of Kroil's preference to sonic weaponry, both due to its deceptively destructive power and easy adjustability. They may have had a few seconds to react.

But those who did not…

An unbearable noise ripped through the air, high-frequency shockwaves tearing apart the body of the monster as the sonic grenade did its job of turning it into goo. Alien flesh splattered the entire kitchen and freezer, still wriggling as if it were alive. No, it was wriggling because it WAS alive. Even when thoroughly explodinated, the monster's pieces moved, trying to gather itself together once more, whilst the majority of the monster hunters were dazed and deaf, a head-splitting ring still in their ears. It could be said that Asano would be the only one wholly unaffected by the whole ordeal, and thus, was in the position to notice two things.

One, their mighty, undefeated captain, Brent, wasn't present.

Two, the power-armored troops of Kroil's military was moving in, armed with a variety of weapons and helmets that hid their faces.

They moved quickly, segregating the wriggling flesh-pieces and hoisting up the dazed crew members and bystanders, before bringing them to an armored vehicle just outside the Inn. Two of them approached Asano, motioning for the gynoid to follow.

And, just like that, peace was restored once more to the upper colonies of Kroil.
~
The seven people involved would, after regaining their sense of hearing and the ability to think straight, find themselves in a rather clean, sterile jail cell, all white walls with light blue lighting. Sheets of glass separated them from freedom, with no obvious door in sight. At closer inspection, the glass walls would appear to have been coated with shielding, preventing the usage of any jail-breaking powers. Each cell had a toilet, a bed, a chair, and a desk, all impeccably clean.

It looked like, despite the whole dictator thing, the Kroil prison system strictly employed cleanliness. Or maybe it's just because they wanted to keep prisoners healthy inbetween sessions of extreme heavy labor?

If they were to speak up, they would realize that they were, in fact, capable of hearing one another.

All their clothing are still intact, but the electronics have been either jammed or damaged beyond easy repair.

 

[Random]

There was a fundamental difference between simulators and simulations.

Simulators were fun. They did all the work for the user, giving them the experience of being somewhere else and immersing themselves in some activity or another. Simulations, on the other hand, were the work that they did. And simulations without a simulator were thus just maths.

Auric was lying on the desk in a somewhat awkward position that he'd found to relieve him of the pain in his chest, using the ninth or tenth simulation on the subject to figure out how to most effectively heal his undoubted fractured ribs. There was little dark matter in the room, but breaking out of the jail, while clearly doable with a bit of work and problem solving, would simply make things a lot worse for everyone involved, not to mention that he didn't feel like sustaining more injuries. His senses had been more or less fine, while slightly overwhelmed by the Kroilite security forces, he knew what kind of design was necessary for sonic weaponry, and he knew that his still-high proximity to the beast would have meant that it would have been a nigh-fatal blast if it hadn't been for air shielding. Nonetheless, the disoriented state that both the underestimated blast and the rushed shield had left him in did not couple well with broken bones and armed police, so the obvious course of action had been to play dead.

That left him with the idea that the most advantageous thing to do was heal himself while he was protected in the cell; not that he noticed the unorthodoxy of this interpretation of the situation. As for that beast...

It had clearly been bioengineered, or at the very least, biomechanical. There was no way in hell that any normal creature, alien or otherwise, could survive that much punishment and still be squirming. Especially not after taking a point-blank grenade that was powerful enough to kill Auric, who had been standing not five metres away. Which begged the question of why it existed. It was clear that they'd been set up. Nobody who wouldn't want to show their face when giving them crates of meat that turned out to be an immortal killing machine could be legit. That was the first thing he'd puzzled over, but concluded that he'd need more information before he tried to discern a motive. Like an identity.

Instead, he'd taken to trying to heal himself, and looking around the cell. Everything was clean, unlike most other things on Kroil, and the walls... were shielded, but at the same time were actually paper-thin.

Well, it was an opportunity he wouldn't want to miss.

"Since this place seems to have been designed by a total asshole, I'd like to take this chance to thank the woman who thought it was a great idea to call the police," he announced. "Not a dick move in the least."

 

[RJS]

Asgharro came round, coughing. He quickly wished he hadn't, as each cough sent a spasm of pain throughout his chest. Not being familiar with sonic weaponry, and being right next to the beast when the grenade went off, his body had taken a beating. His coughs barely registered on his hearing, and the whole of the usually silent background was filled with a high pitched drone. The skin on his arms and legs felt dry and seared, where the burning creature had grabbed him. The whole room span around him as he looked around, trying to get a clear view of his surroundings. What he could see didn't fill him with confidenceAsgharro clutched the sides of his head, as if to try and steady his view, but instead felt a crusted patch of wetness where blood had seeped from his ears. As his breath wheezed into and out of his body, Asgharro began to feel the chill grip of fear. Here he was, in an unknown cell of some kind, alone and in pretty bad shape. What had happened to the others? Were they captured like him? Dead? Had they just gone off and left him?

The room gave a particularly violent lurch which jerked Asgharro from his despondency and sent him staggering over to the toilet. Having thrown up the remnants of yesterday's meal, body protesting with every heave, Asgharro collapsed onto the floor. He could call for the others, but what good would that do if he couldn't hear their replies? Slumping against the wall of his cell, Asgharro was about to give up when he felt a small tremor in the wall where his hand rested on it. Of course! He couldn't hear, but he could still feel. Resting his back and his left hand against the wall, he tapped on the wall with his right hand; a single tap, followed by a seven-tap burst. Hopefully, someone would understand.

 

[R-9 Pilot]

Mana groggily came to, some time after the ordeal, to find herself staring at an unfamiliar white ceiling. As she stretched, she was well aware of two things: a bit of ringing in her ears, and aching all over as if she'd taken quite a beating. Goddamn sonic weapons. Might not kill you, but they damn will would leave you black and blue for a while. "God damn it...so that's Kroil's idea of law enforcement?" At least she wasn't dead. And whatever that monster was, it was certainly dead. Who the hell stuck them with that sort of surprise anyway? And they hadn't even been paid yet. Damn it all.

She pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing a little at the pain, and checked over her surroundings. All told...it was hardly terrible, for a prison cell. It reminded her a lot of home, or...well, what passed for it in her memory. She overheard Auric's complaints from...somewhere. "Oh come on, Auric," she scolded him, "This place isn't so bad. It's a lot like home." She kicked her legs idly on the bed as she started checking herself over to see just how badly she was hurt. "Really, we just have to do as we're told and behave and they probably won't do anything particularly cruel." Their conditions alone were enough to suggest that whatever Kroil did with their prisoners, they leaned toward at least some degree of humane treatment. "I'm sure things will work out somehow."

 

[gamer5]

Eleniya, thankfully knew what a sonic weapon could do and properly shielded herself from the weapon. Naturally that didn't stop the Kroil police from taking her in. In the holding? cell one of the ones fighting the tentacle? monster in the inn's kitchen approached her and commented upon her calling for help.

"Since this place seems to have been designed by a total asshole, I'd like to take this chance to thank the woman who thought it was a great idea to call the police," he announced. "Not a dick move in the least."

"Sorry for not coming from a paranoid planet where they even lock innocent bystanders and also sorry for calling in for help against a large, tentacled monster that would probably have defeated and eaten us all with MAYBE not eating the gynoid. Maybe you would have rather had me turn around and leave you to that monster that could probably withstand half a dozen HE shells from a fifty mil? Ha,"
she responded to this person, slightly annoyed by the fact that she was thrown into the cell with this lot, even when she was clearly the one that called for help as well as just a Two World Federation citizen in the wrong place at the wrong time. She just hoped this shit would be over soon so she could find captain Brent.
"God damn it why did that Brent guy came to Kroil of all the fucked up places in the Universe!? This sucks big time..." Elen tough in her mind while glancing over the walls of this place.

 

[Skyswimsky]

Stuff happened, and more stuff happened! It was like the cavalry had arrived, using their super stylish weaponry to easily dispatch of the beast...which still fucking continued living on. After that though, they all were taken prisoners, and her being a robot who didn't really care about such petty weapons, she was ultimately being questioned.

"We were just doing a delivery, those two strangers set us up!"
Was something Asano could have told them but did not.
"Why would anyone do a terrorist strike against a lame planet like that?"
Was something Asano could have told them but did not.
"Why would anyone be so dumb to create a monster like that without any counter measures of their own?"
Was something Asano could have told them but did not.

There was so so much she could have told the Kroil law enforcement, fabricated lies, blame, innocence or just simply making fun of them. But no, she was ultimately still posing as some sort of cargo robot thing, and if not for the fact that because of that lie the gynoid body was still left in tact, she would have maybe told them one or other fun thing. But no, instead, all she did was just answering their questions to whatever truths she knew, including the denial of her group being bio terrorists. In the end, she was sitting in one of the cells just like the rest. There was one option open for her though, while she was apparently not able to send any messages outside, Asano was still able to keep up the link she had with the core on the ship, meaning only certain signals were jammed? That also meant she could totally get into contact with Brent but that would have been way too boring, no?

"Mr. Oktavia I hereby like to inform you that even after the hypersonic grenade ripped the predator into countless pieces, it still tried to assemble itself back together. I deeply regret to doubt your ability of actually having been able to kill it." In her most montone and robotic voice she could manage!