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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 ) |
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thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am
han solo
[The Negotiation team heads off to try their luck reasoning with the Caducans, and Han... doesn't go with them, of course. His idea of negotiating usually involves a blaster under the table, and apparently that's not how they want to do things. It's ridiculous, he thinks. Han only knows the barest outline of what happened on C-prime, but he can't imagine the vengeance-seeking survivors will be easily placated. Trying isn't a bad idea-- it's a show of faith, it'd be the best way to fix everything, if it worked-- but he's thankful that everyone's been working on backup plans, too.
After they head out, Han heads off to do his own part. He'll check in with any defense teams he passes, but his destination is the Millennium Falcon, which he plans to take out so if-- when-- things fall apart, he's mobile and armed and ready to show no mercy.]
2. during
[And things do, of course, fall apart.
His first priority is going to be getting Leia off the Caducan ship, and if anyone else there needs a ride he's willing to take on passengers-- the Falcon isn't a big ship but it's got enough space for a rescue mission.
On the other hand, he's planning to join the fray after they leave, so board at your own risk-- not all those seats have belts.
When they get back to the Moira, once there are no more light craft on the radar, he ushers everyone out of the freighter-- if there are Caducans still aboard, the rest of the defense team will need all the help it can get.]
3. after
[Suddenly everything goes white, and he can't breathe for a minute, and when the world rights itself--
At first glance he can't figure out what's going on-- but the second he moves, the leg of his pants cracks and shatters below the knee, scattering shards of glass over the suddenly-slippery, crystalline floor. Aside from a handful of scrapes and cuts on his calf, Han is fine... as far as he can tell. The same can't be said for the Moira, though. For a long moment he just surveys the peculiarly transformed surroundings, trying to decide what the hell he should do, before he takes off toward the cargo bay.
He's got a bad-- well, you know how it goes.]
4. ???
[whatever works for you if the above doesn't! <3]
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Hey, you have a gunner's seat somewhere?
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[Distracted by flying it takes him a minute to register that someone's talking to him. Han glances over his shoulder, waves one hand vaguely.]
Yeah, down the corridor-- on the other side where they cross, there's a ladder...
[The ship lists to one side as he turns hard. Sorry, Tex.]
Hope you're a good shot.
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[ She calls the words back even as she pitches into the wall, trying to walk in the direction he'd indicated, and she curses and slams her hand against it before she rights herself and finds the ladder. She's not familiar with the design of the controls, but it's easy enough to work out what does what and once she's settled in the seat she takes the controls. In any case, it's nice to be seated and not listing all over the place as the ship moves.
Soon enough something emerges from the Caducean ship in pursuit of them and she fires at it. She keeps her shots sparse, not knowing what kind of ammo this ship has or how much of it is left. It does the job and the craft that had been chasing them retreats. ]
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Not bad!
[he crows over the ship's intercom. This is Han in his element-- close quarters fighting he can handle, but he's a pilot, not a soldier.]
Come on-- we're going after 'em.
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I'm ready when you are.
[ Thing is it's really just them against the fighters the Caducan ship sends. The other transports that came from the Moira are ferrying people over from the negotiation team. Tex does some strategic firing and gets them to back off but each time it seems she incapacitated a fighter, another takes its place. And the Caducans appear to be ferrying its citizens over to the Moira, as well. ]
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The Falcon is big, compared to most of the craft coming after it, but it's every bit as agile. He wheels sharply, going on the offensive, trying to get between the attacking craft and the Moira's shuttles.]
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Goddamn it! [ She slams the heel of her hand down. ] We need to get on the ship!
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[He's not kidding about that. They definitely need to get back to the Moira-- it'll mean fighting hand to hand, probably, but there aren't so many craft left out here. The bulk of their forces have already landed, he imagines.
Twisting sharply to evade hunks of wreckage, crippled ships, he pushes the sublight engines to their limits, not slowing until they're practically on the Moira.]
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Kylo!
[She shouts out his name, gritting her teeth as she continues to hurry along.]
You have exactly three seconds to get the hell over here now! Or else!
[And the second the order is barked out like an angry little dog, she runs right into someone and ends up jumping back in case they mean her harm. It's a little hard to see what's what, with all the blood.]
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Nah, just kidding.
He jumps back like a startled pittin, blaster wavering, though luckily (for both of them) he's definitely disciplined enough not to shoot without knowing what his target is.]
Hey-- are you--
[okay? Obviously she's not okay. Also--]
What did you say?
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[She rushes out her response, switching hands to press against her face. The smell of blood makes her wrinkle of her nose, and be much more clipped and curt than she normally might be.]
Kylo Ren. He came here with me, and we've been separated.
[She drops her hand away from her face, so she can wipe both of them against a nearby wall to try and get the blood off as best as she can.]
I need to make sure he's alright.
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That he's--
[He can't even comprehend that for a lot of reasons. Number One being that he's seen his son pull his punches-- and been thrown across the room in the process. Number Two is that he's not used to the idea of Kylo Ren cooperating enough to go anywhere with anyone. Number Three, she's worried about him being all right, not worrying about what he might have done?
This bears further investigation, sometime when bloodthirsty aliens are not attempting to slaughter the lot of them.]
Have you seen--
[That gets cut off when one of the Caducans rounds the corner and rushes them. Without missing a beat, Han fires over her shoulder. Upside of being tall.]
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You haven't answered me yet.
[But they can't stay here though, so she gives him a nudge to signal that he really should start moving forward so she can follow along after him. They can't just stand around and talk. Moving and talking is a better choice.]
Have you seen him or not?
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[That makes sense in his head, and he's not paying enough attention to think that it's not at all obvious to her that he's looking for the same person.
He doesn't bother holstering his blaster, not when there's still so much chaos, the sound of fighting echoing through the corridors.]
Which way?
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[She says it so bluntly and so filled with annoyance that she almost feels bad, but the pain in her face takes away from any guilt she has at snapping.]
I'll let you pick the way, if you don't mind. Lead, and I'll follow.
[Typically, she wouldn't dare follow someone she doesn't even know, but this is one of those desperate times sort of situations.]
I can't stay with you too long anyway, I've got to go find my friend.
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[Look, just... if he sounds a little incredulous, it's because he's a little incredulous. It's probably the first time he's heard of anyone having such positive interactions with the man.]
This way looks good.
[He shrugs. Good is a relative term: on an enemy ship, every way looks pretty bad, actually.]
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after the after
But at least she can still ogle the man undressing at the other side of the bed. It's something terribly nice, the fact that they can curl up together in a space of their own and forget the ship beyond them.
Nice, that is, until he pulls off his shirt, and she catches sight of his back.]
Han!
[His name, at least, is still easy to say: breathe out the H and cut off the sound for the N, and it's basically there. Through her barely-open lips, the sound is muffled and dull to her ears, but there's a note of worry cutting it.]
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By now, though, they're only half-hearted protests, because it's pretty clear there's nothing they can actually do to help her.
So here they are, ready to curl up together and try to forget the ship beyond them for a little while... Except--
Well, he has no idea, except that she's upset.]
What?
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So, silent, she considers whether she can easily crawl over to him. No--the stiffness of her body makes everything awkward at best, painful or unpleasant at worst. She stands, moving with all the speed she can manage, and hurries over to him.
Tentatively, she sets her hand on his back, directly between his shoulder blades. Hers doesn't hurt to touch--it's simply difficult to speak through--but she doesn't want to assume the same of Han.]
Glass. [A clicked G, a thick S, but otherwise reasonably simple to say. Her fingers press gently against what should be flesh.]
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Careful, because he doesn't know where the limits of his body are suddenly-- which is ridiculous, he's been getting along just fine, it's fine-- he stretches an arm up over his shoulder to feel it, the unaccustomed smoothness over his spine where skin gives way to something else.
Loosing a slow, quiet breath, he tries and fails to crane his neck enough to see the edge, coming face to face with Leia instead, her expression almost doll-like in its current state.]
How bad is it?
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Spine, she wants to say, but it would be garbled and ugly in her mouth. Or not bad, but that's not going to sound much better.]
All right.
[She leans in, resting her forehead against the stripe of glass for a moment. It's the closest she can come to the kiss she wants to give him. Her hand settles at the small of his back.]
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He rolls his shoulders experimentally, trying to test the limits of his altered flesh. It doesn't hurt. It feels stiff, more than anything; something he'd have written off as exhaustion, the aftermath of battle and exertion.]
You sure you wouldn't be better in sick bay!
[Look, he's entitled to a little bit of fretting.]
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Her brows have to speak for her, and the angle of her eyes as she glowers up at him. She can't shake her head or snap back, so she just waits, daring him to keep going.]
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Look, I'm just asking.
[He shrugs, another slightly tentative motion, though since nothing terrible has happened yet he's got to assume his back will hold up to regular use.]
I just-- what if we... crack?
[It's a terrible thought for either of them, but there's so much more on her, the damage would be so much worse.]
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