Derelict 18+

[Capxeno]

The little girls waved saying in a creeyly cute voice as they dissolved into a puddle of water, "Bye-bye."

The rats seemed unaffected by the poison when on each station a mass of them would pile onto  eachother morphing into a naked full grown woman each. The woman was  strangly like the little girls. She walked like a  lover seducing her man.

The rest of the rats spread throughout the station, sqeeking strangly.

The team stomach's would flash. As the docking clamps of the Derelict would not disengaged. The derelict self-destructed in a eruption of forcful light

[K2]

"SHIELDS! ONLINE!" a technician yelled as shields rose around each five of the ships to protect from the blast. Turret guns began to fire at the women as barriers rose trying to contain the rest of the rats.

[Capxeno]

OOC: 18+ topic now.

The five ships would at least get hit by a bit of the blast as they were still clamped to the Derelict. Its Distress beacon obviously stopped, however its end felt like the end of a solemn prayer. This bittersweet feeling would emanate throughout the whole station.

The Team's own blood would begin to attempt to rip out of their skin, it was as if a thousand tiny fingers where trying to dig themselves out of their blood.

The women Exploded into thousands of butterflies avoiding the turrets all together as power systems sustained damage from a number of rats that escaped the barrier and began to nibble on them. The cockroaches released an odd gas, it was magical in origin however it was no longer a magic, just a substance. The gas would cause those who inhaled it to rise in desire and would become unquenchably horny.

Shadows would begin to move oddly in the station.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

Church watched the vital signs of the team members display some odd symptoms. "Team Alpha, this is Church, report in!" he yells through the comms.

"Whats the progress on getting Mann on the line?" he shouts to the Communications Officer.

"Still working on it, sir." the Officer yells back.

"Keep trying, if you cant get him, get the CEO or the Executive VP."

[K2]

Mann came on comm, asking for a briefing on the situation. Meanwhile, on each of the five stations, a self destruct sequence began to echo the halls. Countdown. The stations would explode, taking the Derelict with them, in just under a minute. Was Galactic Times really willing to blow themselves up? Perhaps. In each of the stations, an evacuation of personnel began.

[Capxeno]

A number of the personnel would inhale the gas, which was no longer on a visible spectrum. IT effect on them would over power survival and trained regiment, making them ravenously horny. The personnel would most likely do as their bodies urged. The main power circuit would fry at this point as a number of the uncontained rats nimble and chomped at the stations systems.

The butterflies just spread throughout the station spreading the gas further, as a number of hard drives, data units, and paper work disappeared. Of particular interest, employee records disappeared.

the Team that had docked th0e now destroyed Derelict exploded from the inside out, as little girls emerged from this now beef-jerky like corpses. The girls giggled, as they took command of the small vessel. The butterflies, rats, and many other things on the station disappearing as the small ship disappeared in a flash of light.

A flash would be detected on the station at multiple points. a dozen crates beeped strangely, as an odd radiation emanated from them.

[UnStellar]

OOC: *Looks at where topic is going, throws hands up and silently walks away*

[K2]

With the stations going to hell and life support failing now, all hope seemed lost. C4 triggers prepared to detonate as the result of a fail safe.

[Capxeno]

The C4 Exploded as the H-3 reactors also hit critical mass. A small destroying explosion would destroy everything first, followed by a large nuclear detonation. All of the rats, butterflies, and what not were gone. However, before this explosion a whole orgy had been caused by the gas that a good number of the personnel had inhaled.

Moans and screams of pleasure echo throughout the five stations halls. Torn uniforms littered the halls, and the security cameras would be recording what could amount to a porno.

[K2]

However; as the five explosions occurred, nobody was harmed. Why? Because this whole time, none of the five stations had been real. The derelict ship and everything that had come with it was trapped in an illusion pocket dimension. They just didn't know it. The real Galactic Times Spacestation was unharmed and unconcerned.

[Capxeno]

Yet, they had gotten away with their employment records, their teams vessel, and they had lost valuable lives to this strange incident. Should they chose, this "Ghost" story would be front page news the next day. A mystery to end all mystery, who or what had killed these brave people, who had risked their lives to investigate the Derelict in the pocket dimension.