SD 10/15/05 - "The Tribe Has Spoken" - The S.U.R.V.I.V.O.R. test is finally over, although our depature smells worse than we do.
We came a bit close to some of us not making it. The roars we heard in the hallway outside turned into screams, then silence followed by an odd singing voice, asking us to open the door. What we saw must've been another of Dr. Hojo's experements: a huge carnivorous plant: that promptly went after me and Lott, "Feed me! Feed me all night long!" Lott almost became plant food, then she had the idea to bite back, and it dropped her.
One of the plant's vines brushed against a door button and it slid open, revealing Lera. She must've hid in there after some killer rabbits went after her. The plant then went after her, grabbing her and yanking her out screaming. We fought against it, with claws, with tools, with teeth. But it held onto Lera, and managed to hold her above it's teeth (thorn?)-lined open mouth, ready to make her nightmare of being eaten alive come true ...
Then Vak-Surik came forward with an electrified wire and stuck it into the plant. It dropped Lera, but not before the electricity gave her the "hairdo from hell." It shuddered, then exploded into salad and innards. What a mess.
Besides the innards came clouds of white mists from burst-open pods - spores! We became drowsy, and fell asleep ...
And when we awoke, the plants remains had shriveled up and dried out, and I had a most urgent need to head to the bathroom. Vak-Surik told us her tricorder's date showed we were out for 16 days - the time we had until the test was over. We looked for Lynx and found her, still asleep. Despite our attempts to rouse her, she remained in slumber. She had with her a hypospray and a PADD, with some rather twisted poetry. Was Hojo making twisted love poems to himself? Maddness.
Not wanting to miss the shuttle, we headed out, carrying Lynx, and Tarra who was still in her "bunnygirl" form from Hojo's experiments. I wasn't sure if I heard a "shhhhh" sound, like a hypospray, near Lott in the lab, but as nothing happened right away thought nothing of it. By the time we got to the elevator though, she seemed uncomfortable, though I thought it was her carrying Tarra. We got in the elevator, which went dark as it went up - and when the door opened at the surface - she had transformed! A PADD she had found described an experiment for nanites able to transform one into a "naga," a half-snake form. And somehow Lott had been turned into one. Surprisingly, she accepted the change, even liking it.
Then we were met by Benjamin Dover and Droolin. They weren't sick at all, looked well-fed, and had on clothes made from animal hides. Dover was unusually enthusiastic, greeting us, asking where we were, then saying after we left the animals came back. He then went on to say Droolin had been depressed to the point of uselessness for a couple days with the lack of women around. But after that, he went to work making weapons, hunting meat, and making clothes from the hides, "I swear, away from women, he's a whole different person."
Unfortunetly, once again in the presence of women he reverted to his usual lecherious self. He headed right to Lera until he noticed Vak-Surik, then began heading to her with obvious intentions. Knowing his inability to listen at times like this, I gave Vak-Surik the go-ahead to do one of the things Vulcans are noted for - the nerve pinch. After a fair word of warning, she did so. Before collapsing, Droolin's eyes rolled upward and he developed a goofy grin. I think he actually enjoyed it! What a pervert!
It was then we heard something from the sky. The shuttle was coming down. As it touched down, we noticed it was smaller than the one that dropped us here. When the door opened, we noticed the pilot and co-pilot were armed not with regular sidearms, but phaser rifles! I briefly explained why two of us looked different and our additional teammate, but the two simply told us since we were all here to get aboard. And getting aboard, not only were these small quarters, but they looked like a confinement cell. There were also a couple of "Hanibal Lectur" suits for violent and unstable detainees that I recognized as Caitian style, one built for someone over six and a half feet.
Something stinks, and it's not our need of a bath.
Well, we're on our way off this crazy world. Goodbye "Planet Survivor." The two up front aren't answering any questions, so we're left to ourselves. Vak-Surik is with Cosmo, at my suggestion as he's one of the sanner ones around here. I'm sitting here with Lynx, who's still snoozing.
With our lack of bathing since going into Hojo's lab and being out for a while, combined with the plant innards, she and the still sleeping Tarra are probably the more fortunate ones here.