( april event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: April 14th and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The prison isn't all that contained after all.
Warnings: For the (sort of) undead, possible violence, and nudity. Please label your content!

E V E N T

revive the risk "Big things have small beginnings." Things have been going relatively well for the crew of the Moira thus far despite their current circumstances. With D-E-L’s help, many supplies have already been gathered, and those with the necessary components have begun making much needed repairs. Yet, things aren’t as peaceful on Del Pascia as they might have seemed. The resident facility AI has slowly started growing more and more unresponsive to questions, often answering in rather irritated tones and short, snippy answers. Still, no system glitches appear across the prison except for one minor detail: random doors and hallways suddenly lock and close for no reason and don’t open again for varying amounts of time—ranging from minutes to hours. Does this have anything to do with the unsettling feeling some crew members have experienced since stepping foot onto Del Pascia? Or is there a simple explanation that can be easily chalked up to as an accident? ☄ DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 ) On the Moira, crew come and go without much hassle. They take a transporter to planets and moons and back again without any fuss... Until today. All crew that try to reboard the Moira coming back from Del Pascia will be denied access, a warning flashing on their MID - Decontamination Required for Entry. It’s a protocol that hasn’t been enacted before, and the MID offers no explanation as to why it is now. The transporter will seal and then be permitted to dock in the Cargo Bay, where the procedure will begin. All crew on the transporter have to dispose of their clothing by placing it inside hazardous waste bags located in a compartment near the front of the craft. After all clothing is stored, a gas-like substance will fill the transporter, breathable yet tasteless, and once it dissipates, crew will be free to go. Other crew members will be waiting in the cargo bay with clothing and blankets, per the captain’s instruction, but no clear explanation will be given for this sudden new protocol aside from “potential health risks”. ☄ D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE ( 04.18 - 04.23 ) After the decontamination procedures for the Moira go off, the captains issue a ship-wide alert to let the crew know that the ship is picking up on something inside each person that boarded the space station. It is speculated that the crew came in contact with an unknown biological contaminant either during the station’s decontamination procedure or sometime after. At this point, they aren’t aware of what will happen to those that are carrying the contaminant, and the captains ask for anybody with experience to head to the Medbay to begin testing. Crew don’t appear to be in any danger, so they are allowed to continue gathering materials and supplies on board the space station at their discretion. (Every time they come and go, they will be made to go through the procedure described above). Any crew remaining on Del Pascia will find that D-E-L is more vocal than ever before. It is answering questions, as well as trying to convince crew members to abandon the Moira and take up permanent residence aboard the space station. ☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 ) Like most unfortunate things, it seems everything happens all at once.The noises you heard, a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents, become louder. You can’t place where they are coming from at first. You turn, you follow, but the search yields no results. And then, without any warning, it’s crystal clear as “they” begin to creep and move from within the shadows and ruined sections of Del Pascia: the prisoners and workers said to have been relocated by D-E-L. Their voice is one, regardless of how many gather, and they tell you, “You can be happy here” and “I can make you better” shortly after. Worse than the way they speak in unison is the way they look. Mutated and deformed, their prison uniforms are in tatters and covered in various levels of the same blood that the crew has experienced during their time on Del Pascia while visiting the prison blocks. They don’t attack to kill; they only try to detain, to drag crew members further into the station and are methodical and precise in how they do this as if they’re being controlled by something greater and much smarter than them. To those that fight, D-E-L’s voice will call out, telling the Moiran not to struggle, to stay here and be safe, be better. The AI explains that life there on Del Pascia is easy, peaceful, and nobody will cause you pain. Suffering is a thing of the past and loneliness is something you’ll never know again. The prisoners follow the command of the AI, its voice falling from their lips. D-E-L claims they feel no pain, no hunger. They are united in one purpose and are therefore free of all strife. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free like that? As always, fearing for the safety of the crew (and despite the disrepair of the Moira from events prior), the captains ask for all those capable to assist with extracting those aboard Del Pascia as quickly as possible before D-E-L tries to lock them inside. Running, after all, is better than dying, and it’s certainly something everyone aboard the Moira has gotten quite good at.

Comments

and I will leave my helmet on (GAZE)

[squadgoals]

Shepard nods, a wry look on her face. "I'm not sure what I expected, but I don't think it was this." She glances up at Toriel, giving her an appraising once-over, and offers stretches out her hand to shake. Hopefully, hers was a hand-shaking race.

"Not a lot of time for introductions, but my name's Shepard. I'm helping with evacuating crew. Ready to get out of here?"

[inruins]

"I do not think any of us truly did." She spares their surroundings a wary glance before turning her gaze back to Shepard. The offer of a handshake earns a quick smile, Toriel meets the redheaded woman's hand half way for the polite greeting.

For looking like a giant goat monster, Toriel has the political grip down pat when it comes to handshakes. A practiced smooth gesture speaking of her history.

When they part hands, she chuckles at the other woman's words. "I am Toriel and yes, please. I think I am quite done with this place."

[squadgoals]

There's a quirk of her lips, as she gestures the way out with a nod of her head. "This way. I cleared the path on the way here, but who knows how long it'll stay that way, considering the station's determination to keep us."

Despite Shepard's concerns, however, the halls seem to be relatively clear, filled only with whispers, pleas, and the odd straggling abominations. They make good progress — too good, as far as Shepard's concerned. As they move to round a blind corner before the last leg of their journey, she stops Toriel, eyes wary.

"There's an ambush. Hear that?"

It's not loud, but it is distinct. A drag. A shuffle. A light sussurus of activity, trying to hide its numbers beneath the clatter of station noises. Shepard shakes her head, running a few numbers mentally. "I can cover us to the door, but you'll have to open it while I've got your back. Hit the button, and we're through."

[inruins]

"Best to be quick then." Toriel agrees as they move together. The boss monster finds relief in the relatively cleared halls, even if it seems a bit too convient in some regard she can't complain. The human woman catching her stops the boss monster quickly enough.

Toriel manages to completely still herself, old buried instincts from the war rising to the surface. Stillness, quiet, stay alive was a mantra she lived by once. Unlike Shepard she was no warrior though.

"...I do. It does not bode well." She answers quietly back, her gaze drifts in the direction of the sounds before returning to Shepard as the woman speaks. Toriel nods at the plan, wrinkling her snout slightly in thought. "A good plan if any. Do you have enough bullets to sustain cover?" She hasn't quite gotten a solid count on the ambush, but it sounds like more than either woman would like.

[squadgoals]

"Definitely." This was hardly the time to explain the mechanics of micro-scaled mass accelerators and miniature slugs shaved off a core block of metal. She speaks the minutia of the plan as she double-checks the gun, turning it into "active" mode. "I'll use the pistol on anything that gets close, and biotics on everything else."

Final check complete, she nods to Toriel, then at the next room. "Want to make it a surprise attack?"

[inruins]

Shepard's reassurance is enough to take some tension away from Toriel's shoulders, though her expressions stays serious. "A surprise attack would be best." Toriel answers with a nod of her own.

"It will offer advantage, any advantage is good now." On Shepard's word, Toriel will take off in direction of the door.

[squadgoals]

She nods again, then starts counting down.

"Three. Two. One. GO!"

The two dash out together, and sure enough, there's a mob around eight of the monstrous figures blocking their way. Gathering a ball of blue energy in one hand, she shoots six shots off, each one connecting with a different inmate, before blasting the power forth, the energy cracking like a whip through the air.

The wave hits the group like a brick wall. They go flying like ragdolls in tornado, bodies limp and lifeless, some limbs tearing off from the force of the hit.

She gestures Toriel onwards, flashing her a quick smile — "All you!" — before resuming her potshots at the falling corpses. Moving backwards, she covers her partner as she heads to the door, blasting and shooting any figure that dares to get closer than a reasonable 10 meters.