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"Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.."
So far, things have been sort of normal for those aboard the Moira. Some of the crew have begun researching the Ingress, which has produced some interesting things as a result. There has also been the incident with Navigator Mana being separated from the ship while others have been deal with something worse as well as the on-going problem with Ploiatos. However, all of this isn't the problem.
The Ingress begins to work as it should after combined efforts from the crew and is honed in on the Midway Hub’s specific signature, but traveling there isn’t exactly easy. Since the Ingress hasn’t been working properly for so long, as the energy of it surrounds the ship, it enters the Moira into what the creators had called a “timeslip”. Looking outside the ship, this can be described as a multitude of different things. Inside the ship is a completely different story. Effects from Ploiatos have not disappeared, and some of them have even amplified due to the timeslip. Pieces of the ship are beginning to rot away and entire sections of the floor might just disappear from underfoot. Also, one other thing: ALL rooms have been unlocked, including a space that holds all of the missing shoes “taken” by the Ingress. ☄ LET’S DO THE TIMEWARP (AGAIN) The timeslip is not kind to those riding it through to its destination. Looking out any window will reveal worlds growing, thriving and dying in the blink of an eye. One may even glimpse faces of those they know in various states, perhaps even fragments of events that have not happened or maybe never will. Time is weird like that. But there are other things to be wary of in the time slip. Insomnia strikes without warning, and sanity will begin to trickle away as well. Some may even fall prey to body alterations as they travel through more damaged areas of the ship. Bodies may be altered by the energy of the slip, aging rapidly or changing in strange and uncomfortable ways that can’t be properly explained. These changes will happen suddenly and fade away without warning, but there is no getting used to it. People are not meant to be caught unprotected within a timeslip like this, and with the ship falling apart, there is nothing to keep them insulated from the side effects of the vortex.
They say if you stare too long into the abyss that the abyss begins to stare back, but in this case, even averting your eyes may not keep you safe from the dangers on all sides. ☄ HE ATE MY HEART Inside the timeslip, one thing is clear: anything and everything can happen. First Mate Egan will tell anyone who asks that this isn’t typical, which prompts Ira to tell the crew to exercise caution until they reach the Midway Hub. What should take seconds feels like weeks inside the slip, and packing for departure is encouraged. Outside the ship, time flits by, passing disorientingly fast, and for the first few days, it is the only notable malfunction.
Three days in, the crew encounter the first slip monsters. They come within hours of each other in two waves, and when they’ve boarded the Moira, they won’t go until killed or the ship has reached the Hub. The pool will have a new guest, the hallways are over run with small creatures, and the vents are swarming with massive foreign things. The slip is a dangerous place, and all crew are allowed to use any means necessary to stay safe. (All slip monsters can be used by any players; the monsters can attack each other, crew, themselves, the ship. It’s a literal monster throw-down.) ☄ ISN'T IT IRONIC? DON'T YOU THINK? As the Moira reaches the Midway Hub, the ship shudders out of the timeslip‐what should be a graceful stop is anything but. The ship shakes, the vibrations unending and splitting metal. The Ingress machine thrums, a heartbeat felt in every inch of the Moira as the energy crests out of the boundaries the creators had fashioned for it. Blue swirls of light curl up and out, breaking open the ship from the inside out. It begins to plummet, and evacuation measures are, once again, initiated.
Crew are instructed to get to transporters and crafts, leaving nothing and no one behind. The ship is breaking, falling fast and rough through the atmosphere surrounding the Hub. Evacuation pods are primed, anyone in cryo will be taken to the Cargo Bay for transport (unless alternate arrangements were already made), and the hatch in the Bay is opened for crew to escape through. The coordinates for meeting are sent to all crew, not far from where the Moira should touch down, and all medical staff are asked to be ready and waiting for when the ship lands. ☄ GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM Those who have already evacuated and have landed on the foggy, dark expanse of terrain that the coordinates have guided them to will see nothing around them except for the bright light of the Moira as it breaches the atmosphere and crashes into the rocky surface of the Midway Hub. One of the Captains, Thán, chose to stay on the ship until the last moment to make sure all crew were evacuated and was injured in the process. His reading on the IC Directory blips in and out, signaling that he’s somewhere in the ship’s rubble in need of immediate assistance. The MIDs stop functioning after the initial crash and other than reading vital signs, won’t come back on for a few hours (the network won’t work correctly in that time frame, sending videos and messages that it shouldn’t or not posting at all). The other Captains will ask for someone to take a head count and to report anyone who might be missing while all others will be directed to carefully seek out crew in the rubble and to gather any cargo that they can. Take inventory, set up a medical tent, check transporters and crafts, help crew, and stay together until everyone is accounted for.
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thisavrou_log2016-11-15 09:40 pm
he ate my heart
Playing defense isn't exactly her favorite part to play, but she also understands the importance of it. She would much rather be out in the thick of it all, which is exactly where she is. She's fighting off unimaginable beasts and doing everything she can to insure that those that can't defend themselves are assisted to safety.
It's as she returns to the safe zone with another passenger that she sees Kirk fending off an assailant, and rushed to his aid. She was grateful she had been stock piling her ammunition, because it was proving extremely useful now. A few shots rang out, and she hoped and prayed it took care of the thing Jim was facing off with.]
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He's intimately familiar with the defense of a starship. He's had to do that for his own, take over a veritable warship from a crazed Admiral, and a portion of a Romulan one. Lucky for him, and the others he is watching out for, very few monsters are getting past the initial fight o far. A few break through defensive lines, and so Jim has had to go on the offensive. There are a couple of monsters dead or twitching in his general vicinity, and he's splattered across his uniform with whatever passes for blood.
Under normal circumstances, he would have preferred reason over violence, but there isn't time for that. His raiding of the armory proved useful for a couple of phased weapons, and something similar to Sulu's retractable sword, but far shorter. After losing his hand weapon, after it was knocked from his grasp, he'd been unable to get his rifle unslung before he was shoved into the nearest bulkhead. The dagger had come in handy, and he stabbed it into one of the creature's hands.
A few loud cracks resounded through the passageway after, before the creature could take another swing at him, and dropped with a miserable howl. He pulled himself up with a groan, casting a glance back in the direction of the weapons fire, and started to regather his munitions. His uniform is ripped at the right shoulder, and he's spattered with all kinds of blood and gunk from these monsters. ]
Thanks for that.
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Don't mention it. [It only takes her a moment to clear the remaining distance between them, and she picked up the nearest weapon, offering it back to him.]
Quite the arsenal you've collected. [Not that she can be talking. She has her pistol in her hand still, but the shotgun strapped to her back is ever present. And it's probably best not to mention what else she has hidden on her body.]
You look like hell. I do hope that's not your blood I'm seeing. [He's a mess, and she'd be lying if she said otherwise. She definitely glad she was there to intervene when she did.]
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He takes the weapon from her, checks it over, and raises it mid-way, prepared for the next wave of creatures to come at any moment. ]
I think the situation warranted it. Normally I'd opt for a chance at a peaceful ending to all this, but I don't think any of these guys feel much like talking.
I've had worse. [ He says it a bit grimly, but it isn't untrue. ] And only some of it is mine. Close quarters and claws don't really go well together.
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Only some? [She scoffs lightly.] Let's get back to the safe zone, and let me look at it. I used to be a nurse.
[For one who is exceptionally bad about fighting when she needed to stop, she was stubborn about her friends doing just that.]
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Yeah, some. [ He says it with a scoff of his own, and ducks his head a little to wipe his sweaty forehead on the sleeve of his uniform. ] Right.
[ He takes another look around them, noting that it looks as secure as its going to, and nods to her with a grin, weary but still with an undercurrent of exuberance. ]
Long as we're ready for the next wave. Lead the way.
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She nods when he tells her to lead the way, her grasp tightening on her gun as she began to move through the halls again. A turn up ahead, and they were back in one of the designated safe areas. She soon returned her gun to it's holster, then proceeded to grab one of the first aid kits waiting there for those who came in hurt. Once it was in her hands, she turned back to him, giving him a pointed look.]
Alright, let's see the damage.
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It hadn't worked, of course, but he still tried.
He trails along behind Peggy, weapon at the ready should he have to use it, but they get to the safe zone with little incident. He knows that look, too, and offers a rusty chuckle as he takes a seat, setting the weapon down beside him. ]
You know, I get worse looks from Bones back home. [ But he does undo the top half of his uniform, and slowly pull it down from the shoulder that had been torn into. There are a few gashes, but they aren't too deep. ]
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At this point, she's mostly just talking to keep him distracted. The wound isn't terrible. It's bloody, but not very deep. She doubts he would even need stitches. But she still has to clean it, and that's never a very comfortable experience, even with these fancy future supplies.]
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He doesn't mind the distraction, but he also doesn't really need it. He's had plenty worse in bar fights when he was still living in Riverside before joining up. He looks over as she cleans up the wound, face screwing up at the gashes that he can see light through in his uniform. ]
What is it with me and shirts?