The Stars my Degradation. (Or Space Jam & by Jam, I mean Blood)

I'll go.  Just as long as all the lights are turned off to keep me hidden from whatever is killing people.

Understood, Captain. I’ll secure the med-bay and check all possible entry points for the cat. Crouton, be careful while searching for the cat and keep all lights off as you mentioned. Everyone, stay sharp and report any anomalies immediately. Keep your communication devices close and stay alert.

Smoke Machine, I will make sure your remains are handled with the respect they deserve. We will investigate your unfortunate fate and ensure we address any remaining threats

Okay plans and movement people, Crouts is cat hunting, alone? Route & destination?

It’s the sleep cycle, anyone going to bed, anyone checked that you aren’t heading into a sun, any thoughts how you are going to handle this thing?

He's definitely not alone. We support Crouton intensely with our prayers and chants. And we do this while we sleep. I like to chant out loud while I sleep. It's kind of like a reflex.

I suppose as navigator I ought to make sure we don't fly into a sun, or anything else unpleasant. I shall go to the cockpit but I'm taking a broom with me, for protection. And to clean up a bit, bound to be dusty there.

I'm going to my room to sleep until Monday.

Monday 8 pm (British summer time) will mark the next change in day/night schedule, as there is less traffic at the weekend.

This doesn't mean nothing will happen, it most assuredly will.

Okay plans and movement people, Crouts is cat hunting, alone? Route & destination?

Shuttle bay, workshop, stores.

Yes it has to be alone.  Too many people might spook the cat.  I'm closing off bulkheads while I move between removes to prevent the cat from escaping.

I am leaving the med-bay, heading towards the airlock, then through hatch 2 to the hypersleep pod area, then back through the canteen to the bridge. I will keep an eye out for the infernal cat along the way.

Quote from: Jura-Glenlivet II on September 06, 2024, 01:05:43 AM

Okay plans and movement people, Crouts is cat hunting, alone? Route & destination?

Shuttle bay, workshop, stores.

Yes it has to be alone.  Too many people might spook the cat.  I'm closing off bulkheads while I move between removes to prevent the cat from escaping.

How are you closing bulkheads? They open (usually) by proximity sensors.

Quote from: Crouton on September 06, 2024, 08:13:15 AM

Quote from: Jura-Glenlivet II on September 06, 2024, 01:05:43 AM

Okay plans and movement people, Crouts is cat hunting, alone? Route & destination?

Shuttle bay, workshop, stores.

Yes it has to be alone.  Too many people might spook the cat.  I'm closing off bulkheads while I move between removes to prevent the cat from escaping.

How are you closing bulkheads? They open (usually) by proximity sensors.

We don't have the option to lock them?

Does the cat set off the proximity sensors? I suppose it must do, otherwise it'd constantly get stuck places.

If Spacey gave you the 5 digit code you can turn off the proximity sensors, but there is always a manual override lever under a panel next to the door in case of electrical burn out, the cat won’t be able to use it of course but everyone else can, (health & safety will be the death of us), it will take half a minute to open on return though (Menu, select, code in, options, confirm), not conducive for running away from shit. Just sayin!

I shall use this manual override then.

Cats are the deadliest prey next to man and possibly xenomorphs.

If I survive my journey back to the bridge I will visit mother and ask her if she can detect the cat's heat signature.

I... Just realized this is happening lol

Where am I?

By which I mean, hey, I totally know what I am doing, as an executive officer of this ship.

I am leaving med-bay heading towards the airlocks of hatch 1. Then, passing through to cabin 7 to try sleeping.

Not able to fall asleep for long as I keep awakening, opening the cabin door and looking out right and left to see if I see that darn cat knowing cats are awesome unless they have some non-practical game plan.

Pez, We figured your brain had died in deep sleep, you have been bumping into things and are currently outside the bridge, If you have awakened properly I suggest you read everything and talk to your fellow crew.

Brain not braining much yet. Few word come back so far. Me look for cat now.

Crouts stood in the gloom of hatch 2, the nightlight strips in the decking under-lit his face making him look gaunt, the emergency panel on the shuttle corridor door hung open with the handle cranked to shut, If whatever Ash had bought aboard was sentient it wouldn't stop it, but the cat would be stymied, fucking thing.

As he crossed the room he heard a meow, from the workshop corridor or Engine control one? Then a door opened, definitely the workshop to his left, he opened the panel on this door but then ghosted through, the opening and closing way too loud for his liking, he pulled open the door override this side and heaved it to shut leaving the panel open just in case, the interior red  light cast a bloody glow along  the passageway, the hairs on his neck were on overtime.

At the corner he peered round, nothing, as he reached the door it slid open. The workshop was in total darkness, the cat wasn't meowing now it was making a low mewling growl from somewhere at the back.

“Here, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty. Enough of that kitty crap. Jones. Jonesy? Here, Jonesy. Meow. Meow. Jonesy? Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Meow. Here, Jonesy. Jonesy?”

He stepped through and immediately felt a presence to his left, he threw himself right, over the corner of the bench dislodging one of the big engine spanners, he grabbed it and chucked it hard as something stood too close to the door making it open, the opening door distracted it and the tool hit home driving it back, but it was still nearer to the opening than him, then in a wailing fury Jones hit it in the face tearing and slashing as only a cat can, he launched himself through the door.
“Jonesy come on” he screamed, the cat took him on the inside, fur puffed out in rage and he heard the door blessedly close behind, as he rounded the corner he saw the cat slam into the door it thought would open and collapse. “Shit cat!”
As he reached for the panel and pulled the door open he heard the workshop one do the same, twisting through he scooped up the cat and cranked the bulkhead shut, racing for the ladder, slinging the senseless animal over his shoulder he leapt catching the top rung and hauling himself up, heart almost bursting he dashed across to the canteen corridor it opened, as he clawed at the closing mechanism the cat shuddered, came to and slid from his shoulder scampering towards the canteen, door secured he raced through to find Spacey and a bemused looking Pez.

“The fucking thing was in the workshop!” he yelled, “ get everyone here it tried to kill me!”

Jones sat on the table nonchalantly licking its bits. 

All hands to the bridge!

RED ALERT! (lol this isn't Star Trek)

So was I able to secure that delicious cat?

Negative, captain. I refuse to work on the weekend and I consider your call to the bridge as mobbing. If you continue like this, I will have to call the mobbing hotline.As long as there are willing slaves like Crouton, slavery will never end in the universe.

It doesn't matter if we all die here, it doesn't matter if the ship explodes. We must not compromise on our principles, even if it means doomsday. Now I close the door of my room and, cursing the narrator for not turning a day into a week, I put the pillow on my head and go back to sleep.

Wise, the captain has called for all hands on deck.

As custodian of my body, can you bring my severed hands up onto the deck please?

My spirit still wants to be part of this saga and is keen to see the next victim! (I'm secretly hoping the alien creature has impregnated one of the remaining male crew members)

Yes captain, on my way! Had to go for a poo - couldn't find a toilet though so I had to make do. I hope no one planned on sleeping in cabin 6.

Since it’s our day off, we have the right to rest. If you’re uncomfortable with the captain’s request to go to the bridge, you don’t have to go. If we continue to comply with such demands, it could lead to a system of voluntary slavery, similar to Chindromeda's citizenship points system. Let’s stand together and protect our right to rest in free Andromeda.

Dear wise, something tried to kill Crouton and the cat! If you're going to sleep through the attack, please lock your cabin door.

Dear Captain,

While I appreciate the urgency of the situation, I must stand by my principles and choose to rest on my day off. I understand the risks involved, but just as in a quarry where one might face the danger of falling rocks, space travel also has its inherent risks, including threats from onboard AI. I trust that the crew who have chosen to accept the risk of "voluntary slavery" by working on their day off will handle the situation effectively. I have secured my cabin as advised and will remain here. I hope for a swift resolution to the matter and look forward to rejoining the crew once my day of rest is over.

Its a brave move Wise, choosing to risk death for the sake of a day off. I admire your principles, if not your common sense.