To say Lyta Alexander is annoyed would be an understatement. Like the rest of the crew, she wasn't happy with what had gone down in the city. She had hoped, prayed even, that things would not have come to such a violent head. All during the trial, she had sensed the anxiety, dissension, and division that had begun to split the crew. She'd kept ( Read more... )

[Instructions: Here.]The fighting begins in earnest, as bystanders get dragged in, have to duck out of the way, or join in to help out, but with more people entering the fray, there's even more chaos ( Read more... )

[Instructions: Here.]Mahatma Gandhi once said: "In matters of conscience, the law of the majority has no place ( Read more... )

Another day, another podpop. The crew and command crew has gathered on Obs Deck to greet the newbs, but right now the atmosphere is tense. People are taking turns on rotations to alternately hunt for Sam--who'd been kept in prison during the trial to present his assassinating the Yeerk-- and guard said parasite so it can have a fair trial. The Jury ( Read more... )

Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays sat outside his cell, a sign that he was still not eating. The only nourishment he would take came from the silver flask of water that sat on ( Read more... )

Down in the city, Lyta Alexander stood with her arms gently folded across her chest staring at the unimposing structure in front of her: the clock house. It was a small shack, remarkable only in how it stood out in blatant contrast to the more magnificent buildings that surrounded it. Constructed of metal that was now rusting out, it was ( Read more... )

[ooc: Read this bit.]Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they' ( Read more... )

After having her injuries--as superficial as they were--treated in the medbay, Lyta had gone immediately to get some much needed sleep. Her encounter with the inquisitor in the sensorium had been grueling, nerve-wracking and painful. She'd suffered a multitude of bruises, several lacerations and one of her ribs had been cracked. However, she had ( Read more... )

Following the meeting, Lyta made her way to the sensorium in an effort to find a place of solitude, somewhere where she could be alone and think over what had happened. The so-called superheroes were dangerous, of that she was positive. But they weren't a danger because of what or who they were, it wasn't their powers and abilities that made them ( Read more... )

It's big meeting time! Word of mouth gets everyone gathered in the Obs Deck--everyone. New, old, the entire crew is there and that makes it clear that there's close to a hundred of them, if not more ( Read more... )