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The Master ([personal profile] red_shift) wrote in [community profile] beammeout2014-08-30 06:14 pm
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Test Drive Meme: Situation Normal, All F-ed Up

Welcome to the Space Olympics.
All the oxygen has run out,
and someone who will not be named
accidentally hit self-destruct!


Everyone was having a good time visiting a small trading outpost for a hoverball tournament when it suffered from a terrible accident. Now, all the life support is failing and the self-destruct timer is counting down the minutes! Worse, Outbound Flight herself isn't docked, too busy gathering mineral resources in the area, and it won't arrive before the countdown runs to zero.

Will you run for it? Steal a shuttle? Use the emergency escape pods? Help civilians? Push them out of the way? Use your l33t engineering skills to fix the system malfunction? Punch something? Try EVA? Cry a lot?

Act quickly, because any way you slice this, you're not going to have much time before the air running out is the least of your concerns...
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[personal profile] cepicorpus 2014-09-01 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The alien follows. It seems he has nothing to add to everything being said, the only sign at all of his opinions on the matter being a slight twitch of one brow ridge. Jacint's assistance is apparently not needed, and if all that was required of him was to be an audience, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Of all things to be concerned of," the Sith says, glancing around. Aliens running around, people scrambling to find a way to disable or rescind the self-destruct command, people trying to help the wounded.. "Familiar powers, not one." Though if it might somehow help matters he could probably feign a panic pretty believably.
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[personal profile] mindovermachine 2014-09-01 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't. He takes a few moments to feel around it. "You know where life support is? I feel like that's going to be the hard part. Actually." He reaches around his armor before giving it. "This is a tracker. If you get to the life support, I can teleport to you once I'm done here." He looks back up with the open panel now. He feels over the bomb some before muttering. "Insolent bastard. Seems to think he isn't going to blow himself up." He takes a moment to tap his chin before taking his helmet. He put it on his head, sealing it against his armor now. It doubled as a space suit, but that could be assumed.

Then he put his hands around the bomb and seems to hold it before the bomb, all the massive amount of it, and the person that was touching it disappeared.