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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am

( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 2nd and on
Where: The Moira + Caducan ship
What: The crew prepare to fight the Caducans.
Warnings: Death, Body Horror. Please label your content!

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the glass menagerie
"I want the world to be fragile. There is no place to hide a dark heart."

After the missive from the people aboard the vessel carrying those from Caducus Secondary, the Moira is alive with preparations for defending the ship. No matter how big or small, each individual is entrusted with the responsibility of protecting themselves and their fellow crew members at all costs. With the Captains having divided them into teams to devise appropriate Plans of Action, they have decided to merge all the ideas into a singular strategy and have relayed it to the entirety of the crew via the MID. Everyone has been given a vital part to play, and although the Captains realize that some aboard are passive, now isn’t the time to be idle. Now is the time for action.




Step 1: Negotiate & Infiltrate
With this part of the plan enacted, a small number of those who have volunteered to attempt negotiations have been heard by the Caducans and have been temporarily “invited” to board their vessel. However, due to this highly stressful situation, a portion of the offensive team have been asked to accompany them in order to disable as much of the opposing ship and its crew to force them to evacuate onto the Moira. Regardless of time and what reparations are offered, negotiations ultimately fail. The Caducans want the debt of their planet to be paid by the people of the Moira with their very lives. While boarded with the Caducans, they will attempt to incapacitate the negotiation party through violent means, and it will be the responsibility of this particular team to attempt disengage the Caducans’ ship to prevent it from attacking the Moira. However, despite all efforts to sabotage their systems, the ship itself shuts its primary units into Lockdown Mode.

All Moirans are forced to make a decision: stay and be shut inside an unfamiliar ship with the remaining Caducans who are still out for blood or make an attempt to flee to the emergency escape units on that ship with the other Caducans who have used them to head straight for the Moira.
Meanwhile, back on the Moira, the crew must work to secure the ship against the incoming assault by the Caducans after having left their ship via emergency escape units. This means that some of the defense team will have disabled the gunnery to make it look as if the Moira is defenseless and secure the rest of the area with those on the offense team. There is no place for mercy; the Caducans will board the ship through the Cargo Bay. They are not interested in granting it to the crew after all the losses they suffered at Caducus Primary. The only choice will be to fight for their lives (kill or be killed) or find a way to lure the Caducans into the Ingress room to send them to some unknown place where they will no longer be a threat. The Captains have given all members of the crew leave to use whatever means necessary to protect both themselves and the ship’s systems from the invaders. Failure is not an option.

Step 3: ???? & Step 4: Profit
In the aftermath of the fight, the Moira is in a state of devastation. Bodies of the Caducans as well as some of the Moira’s own crew can be found in the hallways. Those who were stuck aboard the Caducan ship have either been rescued or rescue attempts are underway. This is the time to recover, to calculate what has been lost and come together as the crew the Captains have wanted since the Ingress had brought them aboard. Any and all Medbay personnel will be at the crew’s disposal, though the Captains will be focusing their attention on the Ingress room and what has become of it after having thrown so many people inside it.

The Ingress technology is broken. Various events on planets and on the ship have shown that fixing it is near impossible, and that it is entirely unpredictable in nature. The Moira’s Ingress had recently turned off, sending the ship into a slight freefall before it restored and righted itself. Hours after sending the remaining Caducan crew members through the Ingress, the swirling blue light goes still and emits a pulse that ripples out in waves as far out around the ship as a few miles. For one lingering breath, it’s impossible to move, a near blinding light surrounding every crew member. The rush of wind is the only sound that can be heard. Moments later, every Moiran, even those that were on the Caducan ship, are now in the same place. The Ingress has malfunctioned, causing time and space to overlap—the two ships have twisted together into something unseemly and new.
Shattered & Swept Aside
Parts of the Moira have ceased to exist. Areas of the ship have become crystalline and transparent. There are rooms that were never there before. The Mess Hall is gone, replaced by a single empty room devoid of all furniture. The tree at the center of the garden is still there exactly as it was except it is now made of glass. The floors are a jarred mess of glass and steel, and there is broken glass littering the ship. The air filtration systems are going into overdrive to clear out the miniscule particles floating everywhere. So, sometimes, too deep a breath may end with inhaling shards of glass. The clothing you’re wearing might have turned to glass, doors are sealed shut, and it’s hard to discern where the Moira starts and the Caducan ship ends.

Everyone has only one job: be careful of the glass.
We Break Fast, We Are Glass
The crystalline glass that is woven into the ship is now possibly a part of the crew. The transition from skin to glass might be painful or feel as if it’s always been that way. Hair has turned to glass, and arms, eyes, patches of skin or entire bodies are now transparent and reflect light. Joints may be stiff, or flex and move as good as they did before. If a crystalline hand is smashed against a wall it might break, or dent steel. For those who need medical attention, all staff have been summoned to the Medbay once more to help their fellow crew. Prosthetics and coverings will be made and offered to ensure that the glass doesn’t get broken or to prevent further breakage. Crew may assist each other in finding a way to remove the glass, or leave it as it is until a permanent solution can be found.


( ooc; When it comes to barracks, each player can decide if their room has ceased to exist for the event or not. Characters that have roommates need to decide together what they’d prefer. The amount of glass that a character has turned to is up to the player, as well as if it is painful or uncomfortable in any way. For questions, please go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

( Other helpful links: Original Negotiation Plan | Defense Plan | Offense Plan )
prorenataa: commission dnt (blue pensive as hell)

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[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-03 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Give credit where credit was due. Adrien may have groaned at Hamilton's initial speech to the network weeks ago but the work the man had put into the peace attempt had been nothing short of genius. Clara's contributions as well but in Adrien's estimation the word smithing had been art.

It had actually given his deeply cynical heart brief hope that it might work; despite having listened to the Caducian conversations that suggested it wouldn't. And perhaps it was the complete devastation of the hope that left the doctor fighting with such ferocity now.

He had been working his way through the area, planning to make one last push back into the ship to see about getting down to the engines, when he heard Hamilton's shout. Pausing by the entrance, he glanced back at his roommate, then took a quick peek outside before drawing back and waiting a moment.

Soon enough a Caducian, lured into a false sense of bravado by the lack of return fire, lead with his weapon through the doorway. What happened next was quick, silent and efficient. Adrien put one hand on the muzzle of the weapon, using it to pull the user sharply into a elbow to the throat. From there he made quick work of dispatching the man, before dragging the body clear of the entrance so others in their party could shoot.

Dropping the body by a wall, Adrien quickly frisked it and pulled a hand gun, similar to the one Hamilton already had, from a holster. ]


Here! [ He called out, pitching his voice to hopefully be heard ... err otherwise Hamilton might be surprised by the handgun now skittering across the floor by his knee. ] Toss me the one you have!
outwrite: (if it takes a war for us to meet)

[personal profile] outwrite 2016-07-03 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has to admit, after their rocky start over the network, Adrien's voice is probably one of the last ones he expects to hear. But the gift is a welcomed one, and Hamilton wastes no time in snatching it from the ground.]

Thanks! [He locks eyes with the other man, taking note of the fresh body, and a strange sense of déjà vu washes over him. Spaceships, aliens, time travel...he's out of his element in almost every way, but camraderie born in the heat of battle is something he's intimately familiar with.

Hamilton doesn't argue, instead tossing the defective weapon Adrien's way.]
Maybe you'll have better luck with it.
Edited 2016-07-03 13:55 (UTC)
prorenataa: dnt (checking the chamber)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-03 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though they really hadn't had an opportunity to move beyond that rocky start, one way or another, it didn't change the fact that Hamilton was a member of his crew. For Adrien that meant that while they could squabble and argue and debate from one black hole to another, when the chips were down you had each other's back.

So yes, very much that camaraderie born of the heart of battle.

In fact, catching the defective weapon, Adrien hunkered down on his heels near Hamilton. Unspoken was the trust that Hamilton would keep their enemy off his back (or at least warn him) while he worked.

The doctor stripped the weapon down with deft speed, unbothered by the chaos around him as he worked. ]


Someone got over anxious about the upcoming fight. They over oiled their weapon. [ He explained as he looked down the chamber and frowned. ] Now it's filthy down there.

[ He's explaining this only because Hamilton might run into the same problem with the new weapon; if over oiling was a ship wide issue. There was no time to clean the weapon, so instead Adrien reassembled it and spun on his heels, glancing at his roommate. ]

Are you okay firing and clearing the casings manually to avoid another jam?
outwrite: (you're like me)

[personal profile] outwrite 2016-07-04 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[And watch Adrien's back he does, weapon firmly in his grasp as he stays on high alert for any sudden movements. Although Hamilton gets why some of the Caducans might not have been thinking clearly (they wouldn't be in this mess otherwise, as far as he's concerned), it seems clear they have a knack for making everything harder on themselves -- and, by extension, everyone on the Moira.

Still, he's thankful the explanation is a straight-forward one, and Hamilton nods to show he understands.]


I'll manage. [His words contain a dry edge to them, because deep down he knows that, jammed gun or no, they're not in the best position to leave this place alive.] Were you headed somewhere?
prorenataa: commission dnt (checking the chamber for a round)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Taking Hamilton at his word, Adrien checked the cartridge to see how many bullets were still available, before he slid it back home and set the safety.

Glancing between the turret and the door, he nodded towards the door. ]


I'm going to make another try for the engine room. [ He said in a level tone. ] With all the chaos happening, maybe something in their lockdown will have been overridden.

[ It was highly unlikely but Adrien wasn't the best at retreat until he'd exhausted all options.

Or at least battered his head into them two or three times. ]


Do you have enough people to hold here?
outwrite: (immigrants: we get the job done)

[personal profile] outwrite 2016-07-04 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[He acknowledges Adrien's help with a grateful nod, making a mental note to repay him somehow...if he gets the chance, at any rate.]

It'll have to be enough. [The words are spoken with a humorless smile. Hamilton's not expecting reinforcements, and right now even the best-case scenarios aren't terribly victorious. At the same time, that doesn't mean he's going down without a fight.]

If you're going down there, though, you oughta at least take someone with you.
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prorenataa: (Almost innocent looking)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-04 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was an instinctive response, a quick shake of his head in the negative. ]

It's probably a fool's errand. [ He admitted, though that didn't appear to be likely to stop him from running it. ] We should keep our people where they can evacuate as soon as there is an opening.

[ As the words left his mouth, he at least had the self realization to pick up on how idiotic it sounded for him to say such a thing when he was planning to go right against his own suggestion. After a breath, Adrien gave a small shrug. ]

I never claimed it was a good idea. [ He means the whole 'try to get to the engines again' thing. ]
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[personal profile] outwrite 2016-07-05 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Hamilton agrees, their best bet is probably sticking where they are until they can return to the Moira. Still, he can’t fault a guy for investigating their other options. They knew when coming here that they’d be pretty low on the Offense and Defense teams’ list of priorities, which means they also have to do everything in their power to help themselves.]

But there must be at least a small chance. You wouldn’t be bothering with it otherwise. Even if it is a fool’s errand, that seems like all the more reason you’d want someone watching your back.
prorenataa: commission dnt (blue pensive as hell)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-07 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adrien is already taking a breath to insist that Hamilton stay in place and evacuate when there was availability. But even Adrien can't quite choke through that level of hypocrisy. ]

You're better off here, especially if there is a chance to coordinate a withdrawal.

[ Just going to point that out, though from his tone and the dubious look in his eyes, it is pretty obvious that the doctor expects to have the suggestion dismissed. He might already been mentally plotting how to move the two of them through the ship. ]
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outwrite: (there's a million things I haven't done)

[personal profile] outwrite 2016-07-09 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm better off doing something, especially if everybody back on the Moira's got their hands full.

[It's never been in Hamilton's nature to hang back and wait, and that's still the case now.]

Besides, you really think we'd all just leave you on your own if the chance to escape did present itself? If you've got someone else with you, at least the others will know you're not fighting off the Caducans alone.
prorenataa: (you are giving me a fucking headache)

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-07-11 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You're damn right I'd expect the team to extract if the opportunity presented itself. If I'm not here, that's my problem.

[ Funny thing is, while he says this with utter conviction, if the tables were turned and it was one of the team missing, Adrien would hold extraction until the last possible second to try to bring them all back. Someday, he might learn but today was for other lessons.

One of which, apparently, was that his roommate was coming with him. ]


But the faster we look into this, the less likelihood it will be an issue so come on.

[ With little more preamble than that, Adrien was making a break for the doorway, expecting Hamilton to follow. They were probably going to run into some resistance. ]