2019-09-28 - Cloud Key - Motel California

Is he sure? "No," is Ruiz's honest answer, his voice echoing tinnily in the plain, sterile space they find themselves in. He's still got his gun up, finger resting along the barrel and braced loosely with his left hand. He lets Haven take point, while he slots in behind Roxy to bring up the rear.

Roxy stays as close to Ruiz as she dares. The man still generally makes her nervous, but he is a familiar fear in a place unfamiliar. Once she sees out the glass port though, her breath catches in her throat and her face gains an expression of wonder. The nebula is beautiful and so like a dream. "How is this possible?" she asks. Then she reminds herself she is in a dream. She's a little confused as to why Javier is in her dream, and will have to psychologically break that down later.

When the others catch up, Haven is standing before the viewport and staring out at the nebula in the distance. Her gun and flashlight are pointed at the floor for now as she stares with something approaching awe.

This is interrupted by the approach of the others and she raises her weapon again, turning to look in the direction of the hatch further up the hallway. "I hope this is Star Trek and not Aliens." A beat. "I'd even take Battlestar over frakking Aliens."

Ruiz is trying his best not to think too hard about this. The harder he thinks, the more fucked up he's going to realise it is. And he doesn't have time to ruminate on fucked up things. Right now, they need to focus on surviving this, because if he dies in here, Sutton's going to.. "Hold up," he hisses at the pair ahead of him, and flattens himself to the left of the hatch, thoroughly ignoring the quip about Aliens. Not thinking about that. Gun up, he motions for Roxy to get behind him, and slides his finger over the trigger.

At Ruiz's order, Roxy does as bidden, getting behind the man and putting her back to the wall. She holds her robe closed over her at the sounds coming towards them.

Haven ducks behind the nearest crate and keeps as much of herself as possible behind that cover, pistol and flashlight (turned off) at the ready. "Gray Harbor Police Department, identify yourself!" she calls towards the slightly open hatch.

No, of course they don't. Because this is a Dream, and they aren't in Gray Harbour anymore. When Haven's barked order is disregarded, and the interlopers start reaching for weapons, Ruiz doesn't hesitate. Hesitation means getting killed, and getting his companions killed, so he steps in to try to wrestle the gun of the nearest spacer out of his or her hand. He'll leave the talking to the girls.

How does a one get two space faring dudes to not shoot you? Well, Roxy drops her bathrobe and holds up her hands in a move that gets the edge of her nightie to lift up and flash them some panties. "Please! Don't shoot! We got lost!" she pleads.

Haven pops up from behind her cover as Ruiz goes in to try some melee action. And then there's the stripper jumping in with some distraction. So she shouts, "Show me some hands, do it now!" Her pistol is up and leveled at the spacer that Ruiz isn't going hands on with. More softly, she asks, "What is this place? Where are we?"

Rather than dive for cover, Ruiz strafes right to open up his line of sight on the stompy pile of metal that Ziggy and Slim seem so afraid of, and pops off a triple burst aimed at taking out a leg. No silencer on that gun; the crack of its report is loud in the confined space they're in.

Well, that worked way better than Roxy expected it to. And then...blink blink. There is a giant death robot looming. "This is the strangest dream I have ever had. I should not have had Taco Bell so late at night."

The bot has got to have some sort of sensors to see them all, right? And if Battlestar Galactica has taught her anything it's that eye sensors are red and glow. When Haven fires her little 9mm, it puts out the bot's left eye. She reaches a hand out and grips Slim's shoulder, tugging him along with her as she retreats back towards her previous crate-y cover. "You are totally failing this surprise inspection, sir. Did you know you have a killer robot onboard? You're going to lose your Space License."

"What did it cook for you?" Roxy asks Ziggy curiously. She's pretty much decided this is all just a crazy, Cheesy Gordita Crunch fueled dream.

It's only after he's put three rounds into the robot's knee (or whatever passes for it) that Slim deigns to point out that this is no death robot, but their fucking cook. "Fuck," the captain announces with some irritation. He could've saved those three rounds for something more worthwhile. He steps around the presumably powering-down machine, weapon still trained on it as he moves to the other side of the hatch and sights down the corridor. "There's got to be a door or a.. an airlock or something," he murmurs to his companions. A way out. His Dreams, thus far, have always had one.

"Oh. Oh dear," Haven actually does look a little upset after Slim clarifies that the death bot is their cook. "She is really rather large for a Chef. Your kitchen must be huge."

With the robot down, she moves towards the hatch, though she keeps her pistol still trained on the poor thing just in case it's out for revenge.

Roxy just looks to Ruiz and Haven and shrugs, following those two. They're the ones with the guns.

The bridge? The captain? Ruiz turns from his scanning of the hallway in both directions, and studies Slim for the longest time before nodding once. "Fine. Don't bother trying anything." He blows a breath out his nose and motions for Roxy to follow, again.

Haven is already moving forward to that door and the keycard reader. The flashlight is jammed in her pocket and she pulls out the cloud card again and tries it in the door. "Second time is the charm."