So as all the other RPs started recently have been so wildly successful, I thought I'd put another one out there (here's to page 47 bitches!)! The setting is a space station, home to all of that shady scientific research that seems to happen so often in deep space. You're a crew member (or are you one of the experiments?), and something's gone terribly wrong. Did I mention these are breeding labs?

I'll be posting as Control communicating over the station radio; I can jump in from time to time in that way to help things along if needs be. I imagine y'all will want to describe yourselves in your introductory posts. And no, this is not intended to be entirely serious; tongues in cheeks until/unless you find a better place for them to go!

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RULES

(Type out-of-character in brackets like this)

"Speak in speechmarks, like this!"

<Speak over the radio like this. Over.>

*Describe what you're doing with stars, like this*

Feel free to join in and start your own fun without needing to ask, but if you want to play with someone who's already postingd, either a) get their permission first or b) don't act surprised if you get told to fuck off.

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<All personnel of Space Installation Omicron, this is Control. Be advised that emergency protocols are in effect, experimental subject lockdown has been compromised, repeat compromised, on decks... Well, all of them. Any and all receiving personnel, please report in with your name, crew position and location aboard the station.

After you report in, you will be advised of the safest way to reach a secure sector. Please be advised that test subjects may be loose: some may have tentacles, some may be gelatinous, some may look like you or I; at least until they pounce. Some may even be hybrid abominations splicing human and animal genetic material. More specific information, unfortunately, is classified.

Please note that the pheromone research facility has been ruptured, and airborne contaminants have been released in certain areas which may lower your inhibitions and heighten certain natural urges. If you run across such an area... Well, try not to breath unless you have to.

Finally, a word to all test subjects hearing this: please do attempt to utilise station intercoms, these are reserved for personnel use only on penalty of a stern reprimand. That is all.>

*A girl dressed in a loose labcoat and loosely fitting grey pants and white shirt yawned. She fixed her glasses as she listened with annoyance to the announcement. She put a hand through her long black hair, brushing it. As the announcement finished, her palm met her face as she sat ar her desk.*
"Idiots."
*She went and reached for her radio.*
<Hey, we got any Space Marines on board? If we don't have any heretic purging supersoldiers, we're likely gonna be as fucked as the majority of the Starship Troopers cast.>

*In a large open Stasis Chamber a long red haired male experiment stands in a puddle of sustenance fluid. He stands about 6"4' and weighs nearly 210lbs. His white eyes blink repeatedly as they adjust easily to the darkness in his holding room. His slightly tanned and muscular body glows a slight red from odd red veins running around his body. On his back a mass of black slim tendrils flail about.*

*The moment he steps out of the chamber the room he is in lights up in red emergency lights and the front door seals. A signal is then sent out to Control that Project OMEN is loose.*

"What...am I...doing...out?"

*Minimizing the spacechan tab she had up on her screen, Ivera pulls up the camera .exe file that she may or may not have used to keep herself busy on lonely nights and played good Samaritan, watching the cams to see escapes and the like. Flicking through the screens, Ivera notices something.*
<Ivera, IT, reporting in. Project OMEN just broke out. Probably not my type, but if anyone's feeling adventurous he's got a swathe of tentacles coming from his back. I'm sitting in the IT room. Y'know, the one really small one everyone forgets about except when they don't know how to push the power button or some stupid crap.>

*As the announcment cycled through, a young looking amazon of a woman rolled her eyes as she readied her CCR, loading a stun round into the chamber. She pulled her resperator onto her face and sealed it from any airborne contamites.*
<Attention control. This is security personel 0170 Seargent KilliN. Location, 10 Forward. Please advise on nearest security breach.>

*Seeing no one around OMEN leaps across the room and stands at the front door. Seeing that it is sealed the experiment raises the tendrils on its back and they stiffen before launching at the door. Easily penetrating the metal and prying it open.*
*He steps out into a hallway and looks to his sides, smelling the air.*
"Must...leave...find the doctor.*
*OMEN chooses to fallow instinct and head left down the hallway.*

I am chained to the wall of my masters cabin, causing me to sigh in boredom, apparently I was to become a breeding sow here, this did not bother me however, what did was waiting in silence.

*Marine Captain Dante Reyes sat silently with his feet up in the cockpit of one of the smaller cargo ships in the loading dock. He was happily enjoying his downtime, until that is, the announcement interrupted his solitude. A serious mixture of confusion and annoyance played across his facial features as he listened intently.*

"...Fuck" *He uttered under his breath to himself as he opened up the hatch, jumped from the seat, and landed with an echoing thud. Dante stood straight, looked into the reflective surface of the ship to see himself. A light brown skinned 6"3' male with a slim, but muscular build wearing a black form fitting tank top with matching cargo pants that were tucked into his black boots. An MR6 was holstered to his side. He ran his hand through his light gray, short, and spiky hair. With a deep, defeated sigh he answered back on the radio.*

<This is Captain Reyes, currently in the station's loading dock...Over.>

*The snarky IT worker seemed to snap into action once she heard the voice of the captain. She clicked on her radio and started to sarcastically speak.*
"Captain, oh my captain!"
*Ivera rolled her eyes before dropping her sarcastic, mocking tone.*
<Hope you like butt stuff cap'n, because that's what you're likely do for. That, or you'll do to someone. Karma is weird. Listen- Next time I say we need to replace a handful of wires, the ones connected to the locks of the test subject's pods, that would at most cost maaaaaybe a few woolongs, could we please actually buy them and not ignore the tech person? It's almost like I wasted years of my life away at college learning how to manage computers..."
*Ivera kept on monologuing and audibly showing her regrets in terms of her life decisions. At this point she likely wouldn't stop until interrupted.*

*He instantly felt a vein begin to throb in his forehead, his annoyed reaction only growing worse from the ongoing voice of the station's oh so lovable IT girl.*
"Of all the people to answer.."
*He made sure not to have said that over the radio. Bracing himself as he exited the dock, he let out a breath before breaking through her rambling.*
<Yeah yeah, I agree with you on the wires. This time. But regardless, we still have to deal with the situation at hand. Just exactly how bad is it?>

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(I guess i will play this guy, except mine will not have antlers, he will have small horns. An experiment they made from trying to cross species, and used as a breeding animal, until i break out here. )
*I wake up and notice something is wrong, not much but i can get out of my container. I open it and run out, moving mostly like a human as i am part human. I leave the room, naked as usual my fur hiding most of my body as i look around and wander the halls, not seeing any people so far*
(Will jsut post this and check periodically)

*A smug smirk crossed her face as the captain agreed.*
<Well, so far only on subject seems to have escaped. Oh, wait, nope. Make that two subjects. One's a guy with tentacles and the other is some purple guy.>

*OMEN skittered fast across the floor, he needed to find the doctor before he became out of control. He could feel the primal urges rising inside him. The tendrils on his back begging for a some poor person. He broke through a pair of white double doors to find what seemed to be the kitchen. There were science staff members all around the room.*
*Female scientist pussy's dripped filled with cum, and the male members laid in a puddle of their own. This place was hit by other subjects. And the sight drove OMEN's need for a mate wild. A long black tongue rolled across his lips as his eyes went from white to red. He went through the kitchen looking for a female scientist that was't in a fuck induced coma.*

*He came to a stop after hearing the nature of the escapees. If there was one with tentacles, things were about to get messy, literally. The captain contemplated his thoughts for a bit longer before responding.*
<Alright, first things first is civilian safety, which includes you. Everyone is going to have to get to a safe area, especially one away from the pheromones. If you and one of the experiments are exposed to them...well that's pretty much it.>

*I sneak around, not wanting to be seen if i can avoid it. I stick to sneaking as best i can, not the greatest but avoiding someone as i look around, not really knowing where i am and mostly wanting to leave. I hide behind some boxes, my tail laying a bit in the walkway without me knowing, flicking softly as i look around*
"Hmm..."