The Poseidon Adventure IN SPACE

[Crim]

The Adamant-5 luxury transport soared among the stars. On its way to Coruscant from Naboo, the transport carried about 500 passengers of mixed groups. Jedi, Mandalorians, Bounty Hunters, all non-hostile-to-the-Alliance races. About halfway between Coruscant and Tatooine, however, the ship's power core turned off.

Annoyed murmurs echoed through the ship as the crew diligently tried to turn the ship back on. Eire, who had been in a party, was still wearing a very expensive dress. She picked up her pace as she walked through the ship. As she looked around, she noticed the captain was speaking to the crew.

"Ahem. This is your captain speaking. It is about 23:04. Something is wrong with the power core and we're currently resolving the situation. Until then, sit tight and wait for the power to come back on."

Of course, people were moaning at how incredibly annoying this was, including Eire. She was here for a vacation, not a rescue mission. As she walked around to keep herself occupied, she heard a loud groaning. Suddenly, the engines turned back on at full blast. People fell over, drinks spilled, and tables lurched over.

Eire noticed that the ship was headed right for a planet. It was mainly a water planet, but she saw a few islands on the planet. The ship continued to spiral towards the planet. The party room was becoming a disaster. It took about five minutes for the ship to reach the lower atmosphere.

It happened very quickly. An island appeared in the viewport to the right and the next minute, there was a loud noise and the Adamant-5 crashed into the sea. It had turned over, making the ship upside-down. Eire grabbed onto a bolted table as the ship turned over. People around her fell to what used to be the ceiling. She heard bones break and people screaming as they hit the floor. It was a sheer disaster.

Eire hoped there were some survivors.

 

[SoloWing]

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Dingo was looking forward to getting back to Coruscant. This little vacation liner needed some extra help. It seemed like a natural fit. He signed on for one trip and got passage back to his hubworld. Then some bizarre phenomena had seen fit to pick up the ship and toss it around like a plaything.

Now the entire ship was upside down. What was once the floor was now the ceiling and what was once the ceiling was now the floor. Dingo, for his part, had been smart enough to grab onto a bulkhead and brace himself moments before impact so he was spared most of the injury. All he had to show for the crash landing was some bumps, bruises and jarred joints.

It was thankful that the emergency brake system had worked correctly. Dingo was even more grateful that he'd found the flaw in that system two days ago. If he hadn't corrected the braking rockets-- and if those rockets hadn't fired when they did-- then this entire ship and her crew would be nothing more than a smear on the planet's surface right now.

He let go of what was now the ceiling, twisted about with catlike grace, and lightly dropped to the ground. The order came down the pipeline to forget about the repairwork and focus instead on helping the passengers. Dingo wasn't quite satisfied with that; he wanted to know how the engines had stood up to that sort of punishment. Maybe he'd find out later.

For the moment, though, he was needed elsewhere. He turned aside from the engine room and began making his way topside. Judging from the groans and screams, not everyone had been so fortunate during that crash landing. He pushed himself forward. There were people that needed help.

 

[Crim]

Eire hung onto the table for dear life. The place was eerily quiet now. The once writing mass of people under her was now still. People were laying in unnatural positions, making Eire cringe when she looked down. People had managed to hang onto things during the overturning, but they couldn't hold on much longer.

Eire rolled her eyes. I finally get out of a Mandalorian Suit and into something people wear to have fun and this happens. She heard walking in the ship. Maybe some people from the corridors fared better than the ones in the massive party room.

"Is anyone okay down there?" she yelled.

 

[Natise]

Vincilis enjoyed a good party now and then. He had heard of a very fancy one happening on board the Adamant V. With a few phone calls he had managed to score a luxury suite for himself, and free dining the entire voyage. Within the first few days, he had gotten wasted, stoned, laid, and had been enjoying every moment of it. By today though he was oh so bored with the whole deal though. So he decided to have some fun.

After tampering with the main power supply, he snuck his way into the captains room. Once there he dispatched of the guards and the captain himself. Vinculis then proceeded to crash the ship into the blue planet he had managed to spot below.

Once that was done, he made his way into the main gathering room. It was quiet fun to him, walking on the ceiling, and levitating up to get through doors. Once he entered the room, Vinculis' sith heart jumped in joy at the site he saw. Mangled bodies everywhere, and crippled survivors. As he took it in with a low chuckle, he spotted a girl dangling from a table above.

" Hello sweetheart! Do you require assistance? "

 

[Crim]

Eire's eyes narrowed. Sweetheart? The last person to call her that ended up dying in a very painful way. She considered snapping at the guy, but she kept her head on straight. "Ah, see if anyone is still alive. I can get down. I think." Looking around the 'ceiling' for something she can use to get to the 'floor', Eire saw a column that she could use to slide back down from the ceiling.

She kicked to pick up speed a few times before flinging herself towards the next table. She did the same thing until she was near a column. She began to shimmy away from the 'ceiling' and to the 'floor'. She really wish that she could have just had a peaceful vacation, but no such luck.

"Anyone alive down there?" she said about halfway down the column.

 

[SoloWing]

At that moment, Dingo broke the front lobby and was confronted with two very confusing sights. The first of which was a lady in a pretty dress stuck on an ornamental pillar. The second was that that there was some random guy floating in a doorway.

Dingo frowned at him in bewilderment. Why would anyone feel the need to float their way through this stuff? Weird. But that was none of his concern. What was his concern was that there were a lot of people in the area that needed help. Their cries quickly yanked his attention off the floating man and to all of the people who were hurt.

"H-hang on." The felacatian called out to the roomful of people-- and, indirectly, the lady hanging from the pillar. "Most of the crew is alive. Th-those who can will be here shortly to help get everyone p-patched up. Uh... until then, p-please remain calm. If... if there's anyone in immediate d-danger. I, uh, have some medical kits with me."