Getting away was the best decision they made all day. Breaking out of the hulk, Eddie endured a few jolts but was able to knock out two shield emitters, allowing the Mudslide to get close enough for the team to be pulled back on board.
Sidd, struggling with being possessed, broke free and, although definitely shaken by the experience, had enough presence of mind to follow the others when it came time to move.
Fortunately for Guy, he was able to assemble a serviceable e-suit and was pretty sure he’d make the jaunt to their ship.
Freddie did what he could medically, and was ready to move, too, once Eddie was finished and himself on board the Mudslide, ready to receive the rest of the crew. The actual evacuation took only a few moments – these were trained, experience space hands, and a little movement outside wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. Sidd had one last look through the airlock window and with it one last shock to his system, as a fanged, clawed face – different from the foes they’d theretofore encountered – scratched at the window, frustrated at the pressure door separating it from its food.
Once everyone was on board the Mudslide Eddie decided to try and drill a hole in the engineering section of the hulk, perhaps to damage the ship. No sooner than they’d focused the relatively weak beam on the aft section did Suzanne notice a figure moving along the outside of the massive ship, heading toward the still-open airlock. A figure in an ancient, tattered e-suit made its way, quickly, into the vessel, closing the door behind it. Quick! Shift fire! The door eventually collapsed, but it seemed that whatever had gotten in had successfully made its way beyond the suit locker, and moments later the hulk started to power up, and within minutes had changed course slightly, vectoring toward Delta Epsilon IV, an old colony world with a large population.
Final comments are encouraged – what would the crew of the Dublin Mudslide do after this awful day? You’ve got suit camera recordings, sensor and navigational logs, and your own stories, as well as the ship, moving slowly toward a populated world. What would they do, and how would they go about it?