In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 148):
Clarke
While the first officer seems skeptical he turns to his men and starts issuing order.
"Johnson, Gomez. Open the armory and issue a half a dozen small arms and no more. Reid, Fowler, I need you to secure the passenger quarters. The rest of you with me. We will get to the bottom of this." As the dispatched men leave the rest form up behind Murdock. Clarke can feel seconds tick by as the men scramble to follow orders. Clarke didn't know how much longer Mike would be able to fend off his attackers...
Mike
Realizing the danger that Mike's revolver poses, the thug attempts to tackle Mike who sidesteps the clumsy lunge, causing the thug to sprawl to the deck. Trying to keep both Daniel and the goon in his line of sight, Mike can't help but notice the dead woman's convulsions have grown stronger and stronger to the point he is surprised he isn't hearing the cracking of bones as her limbs jerk and contort into inhuman configurations.
Stepping out from behind the crate Daniel raises his arms to the sky, which is roiling with clouds and thunder.
"And now you shall see the power of the Order unleashed!"
Daniel drops his arms and the world suddenly goes quiet. It's almost as if the air itself was pressing itself against Mike's ears. The women has fallen still. Out of the corner of his eye Mike can see the thug rising to his feet, almost as if in slow motion.
Cthulhu Fhtagn
Suddenly the women's body bursts apart as if struck by a mortar. In it's place is a swirling vortex of crimson, seemingly made of the poor women's blood. Floating inches off the ground it seems to randomly form pseudopodia that lash out around it, smashing crates and splintering the deck. Despite its lack of a face, Mike can feel a form of malign intelligence focus on him. Mike feels his mind seize as if gripped by a vice.
THUD.... THUD....THUD... THUD...
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:18, Mon 23 Sept 2019.