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Alex Auster

Alex watches the flying burning bodies exploding with the force of the gun in amazement.
After he catches his breath he starts pointing at ones he wants shot.
"There! There!"

"Hey, Goosh Goosh is right," thinks Elvis as he continues taking pot shots at zombies. "This is fun! Pew pew pew!"

The Goosh, no longer able to see the plant monster, turns the turret onto the smellies on the ground. The exhilaration of having such destructive power in id's grasp, Goosh Goosh thinks this is the best game ever! "1,2....17! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT YOU SMELLIES! KEEP THEM COMING!" The dralasite ends his taunt with a squeaky toy noise. "Oh wait... maybe the Goosh should save some for the rest." The Goosh thinks about it for a moment as id has the rapid fire button held down, still mowing the smellies away without even having to look. Id then shrugs and says, "nah."

The remaining corpses seem to all of a sudden lose interest, as if a switch was thrown, and start to meander away as as Elvis and Goosh blast them in the backs. A set of red symbols flash on their consoles. Goosh thinks it means a hot combo or hit streak, Elvis deems it more likely means the turrets are over heated or running low on juice.
The last of the corpses That can be hit are obliterated as the barrels start to glow orange and smoke.

Game over for now, Elvis sends to his gelatinous friend. Let's get back to the others.

The Goosh stands proudly in front of the others upon id's return, putting a gelatinous arm to id's chest to show some pride."The smellies are no more, and the plant thingy ran away!"

Abel momentarily diverts his attention from the hallway when the Goosh makes his pride-filled announcement. His mutant eyebrows raise and a low whistle emanates from behind a sneering smirk and appreciative wink. "Good show there, Goosh!"

The young mutant then looks over at Ragg and the others with a more optimistic look. "Now let's clear this frakking boat and make sure there ain't no more of them mean greenies on board. Then it's treasure humpin time!"

As the group gathers once again, the ship is eerily quiet, save for the wolfman sniffing the air occasionally.
Now that the weight of the pipe has been removed from the elevator platform, it stops its ascent/descent cycle.
The Dralasite is beaming with pride, and Elvis also has that "Just got lucky" glow about him.

"Well, that was fun," says Elvis, "but we should scout out the rest of this ship. And if it's empty, figure out what what the heck is going on with the Pringles lady. Plus we have all these new toys to figure out how they work."

Ragg follows along, carefully watching the group and occasionally sniffing the air for any more scents.

Abel will move out with the others as well, eager to clear the ship and make sure that the Sathar threat has finally been neutralized. He keeps his bow and a readied arrow to hand as they proceed and will use his heightened vision to scan the area while they go about their business.

"So whadaya think caused this ship to go down, guys? Can we tell by accessing the computer? I wonder whether or not more of them mean greenies will be coming to recover her here..."

The group makes their way down to the hangar, where they find the hangar door wide open!
It appears as though the wizard made a break for it when the corpses retreated. The setting sun shines it's last light through the wide hatch.
The "pringles lady" appears to be resting comfortably in the medical pod.

Heres a map of the explored areas so far.

As the sun sets, Elvis yawns loudly and gets visibly more sluggish. "Let's close that door and make camp," he suggests. "Perhaps we'll even have time to experiment with all those new toys we've acquired."

"Camp huh? Oh, wait... did anyone bring the marshmallows!? You cannot set up camp without marshmallows. Someone may have forgotten the graham crackers and chocolate, but the marshmallows are ESSENTIAL!" The Goosh squirms around with excitement as the humans talk about setting up camp. Id's mind flashes before images of a crackling campfire with half sawed logs as seats, a whole bunch of colorful tents set up and someone with a guitar singing a song as people eat delicously heated marshmallows on a stick!

The Goosh, seeing as how the hatch is open now, will run outside, shouting something about "gathering some wood for the fire."

Ragg sees the woman laying in the pod for the first time and carefully heads over to her, sniffing her as he checks her over.

Abel is both restless and nervous and agrees that they should close the cargo bay doors straight away. Before they make to settle in, he queries Alex and Goosh Goosh about his previous concerns. "Are we 100% sure that the ship is clear and safe? Is there any way we can access the computer to find out why they crashed, and to see if they made any distress calls to other mean greenie ships out there?"

He then turns to Elvis and nods to indicate Ragg while he sniffs the Pringles lady. "Can you communicate with the wolfman? Maybe he knows something?"

The goosh makes his way out of the hatch and looks for firewood.
Blood and guts from dozens of the zombies litter the area by the ship but nothing can be seen moving, save for some birds feasting on the gore. The wreckage of the ship smashing the roller coaster has left a lot of wood debris laying about and id soon has ids appendages loaded and heads back.

Those within are still wrestling with what to do next. Search the ship out, mess with the pregnant woman, play with new toys?

As Ragg continues his indepth investigation into the smell of this sleeping person he looks up to see the return of that glob thing, he decides it is best to halt his actions and begins to move away and towards the rest of the group, he cautiously eyes the sleeping woman one last time before heading off.