Ensign D'tin Breys - The many names of the thing strangling Silveira
Bea S
((Ruined docks, Callis I))
Somehow Breys felt she was on a roll. Despite having just whipped a fish off her arm, now with clear bite marks on the forearm, and soaking wet hair from her partial trip into the water. Despite that and everything else, she thought she had decoded an entirely new puzzle. She was helping!
Breys: I think I might have a way to get us food.::she rips off a piece of the root vegetable from the surface:: What if I accidentally found us bait.
She threw the piece of root vegetable in the water. A fish-like entity swam past it uninterested. Its rear fin moved as if it may circle back, and then the fish swiveled back to its original heading.
Silveira: Well… Maybe?...
Jaran: Yeah, that wasn't the key here. I find it a little more likely that your arm was bait. Can we use more of that? I've already given a limb to the cause. ::winks:: Your turn.
For a moment Breys’s entire self image crumbled, her streak was over. She had been dunked in the water and learned nothing from it.
Silveira: If I wasn’t the senior officer I could agree to that. But since I am, and I don’t want to make a habit of hurting Ensigns… ::He winked at Doc Jaran:: Again sorry for earlier… I don’t think we can do that.
Breys: I would prefer to not risk the next fish being bigger.
She rubbed her arm, it hurt nearly as much as her pride.
Fuzzball had ceased scuttling through the dirt when the fish hit the ground. It snapped the vague fluffy shape that made up its head towards the fish, and pounced on the poor wet struggling beast. Their mascot took a large chunk out of its victim.
Jaran: Hey, does anyone have a knife? Or some other way to filet a fish? I have an idea.
Patting herself down, D’tin found she was still in possession of the small knife she had dug out of the wreckage and used for making her grass cord.
Silveira: Do you have one Ensign? ::Turning to Doc Jaran:: If not the best I can help you with is the hatchet…
Breys: Here. It’s a little dull.
Having passed the knife to the tactical officer, Breys tried to wring some of the water out of her hair. It was going to be a single mat by the time this planet was done with her. Meanwhile Jaran was handed the knife and began working away at the meat, carving a piece appropriately sized for jamming onto a suture needle. They threaded it onto the available material from the medkit, and gently tossed the fish into the water.
This time something was interested.
Jaran: Someone help me haul this up!
Silveira jumped to his feet and began hauling the line in. Whatever it was, it put up a fight.
Silveira: We have a live one…
Breys: Whatever that is, I'm happy this one isn’t on my hand.
Jaran: Response
The shadow of a creature of concerning size made its way closer as the room’s current ranking officer fought it tooth and nail. Breys squinted through the water and was almost certain that it was not a fish.
Silveira: C’mon… You're going to be dinner and don’t know it yet… ::Vitor gave it another pull and leaned forward to gain balance:: Watch out… Here it cames…
The man was almost leaning over the water now. This could end worse than Breys’s short dunk.
Breys: Be careful!
Jaran: Response
With a hard pull he surfaced a form of life that by all but zoological terms would never gain a classification other than “creature”. It looked vaguely like every tentacled earth species combined, almost concerningly so. It also radiated the presence of a thing that isn’t quite natural.
Silveira: Well, no fish and chips on the menu, but that seems… Eatable…
Breys: I mean, I hope it’s made of something similar to meat.
Jaran: Response
In response to their conversation the strange entity began to charge. It was obviously ready to fight and wanted a challenge. It seemed to be a natural instinct of some life to pick fights with anything, especially things that they would lose the fight with. Time would tell which of the two combatants was falling prey to this instinct.
Silveira: Dinner want’s to fight back…
On queue Silveira stepped forward, their team’s entry into the arena.
Silveira: I have an idea, stay back…
It felt fruitless to say be careful again.
Jaran: Response
His plan quickly came to fruition as Silveira took a large step forward, and with a small wind up, attempted to punt the perplexing cephalopod-adjacent thing.
In a series that was almost cinematic during this momentary wind up, the strangely designed organism latched onto the leg that had remained planted. As follow through was enacted by the other leg, Silveira spun around himself and tumbled to the ground. The whole thing was similar to the awe of seeing someone fell a tree as thick as they are tall.
Silveira: Filho da … ((Son of a …))
Now tentacles were quickly pulling the sizable animal up the length of Silveira’s body, with the tendrils stuck to his arms dragging it towards his core.
Silveira: Let go… You're the dinner not me…
Breys: It’s trying to wrap around you!
Jaran: Response
It was surrounding his torso now. The shifting mass was large enough to completely obscure any chance Silveira had of seeing what was around him. He was flailing for something to fight with.
Silveira: Get me something I can use…. Please…
As she began to sift through the bags again the hatchet sitting next to Breys completely escaped her view.
Breys: One second! There has to be something in here.
Jaran: Response
As she felt around for anything resembling a weapon, several blunt instruments of unknown purpose were pulled out of the sacks. None of them seemed ideal for the situation
Jaran/Silveira: Response
Breys: Oh, right...
With a sudden blush she turned to her side and grabbed the hatchet. She wasn’t sure if Silveira had seen her blunder but it must have been blatantly obvious to Jaran. Scrambling to pick it up she unfolded it, closed her eyes, and slammed the blunt end into the aquatic life form like a hammer. The majority of the indescribable amalgam went flying off of Silveira’s body. Now the thing only held onto a single arm.
Jaran/Silveira: Response
As she flipped the blade around there was one question on Breys’s mind. She lined the hatchet up with this unscrupulous beast’s now exposed underside.
Breys: So… uh, do I?
Jaran/Silveira: Response
((OOC: Feel free to write me absolutely slamming the hatchet into this thing depending on if I'm given the gladiatorial thumbs up or down.))
TAGs/TBC
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Ensign D’tin Breys
Science Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240301DB4