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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
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He can hear the weapon discharge before the power shudders and bleeds dry.
By the time the enforcer makes it to visual range, there's not much left to call a battle. Chaos. Corpses. A few scattered threats blasted to near-derezz, only one of which is still struggling to bring its weapon into line. He's faster, of course, and it sinks back against the wall with a sharp noise, leaving smears of dark red sizzling along the length of Rinzler's blade. He lowers the light-sword and steps forward, black helmet angling down to inspect the shape it had been aiming at.
As few interactions as they've had, [ID: Sans] left an impression. First as a nuisance. Then as a threat. He'd wanted Sans dead, wanted to prove he could beat him. But considering the current scene, Rinzler's forced to acknowledge: he underestimated the monster not once, but twice. The program doesn't know if he could fight the creature that had ripped apart these hallways. But he's seen that dust before. He knows that today, he won't get a chance to try.
It's disappointing.
The enforcer's rumble ticks out quietly through the hall, joined only to a slight drip of blood from the former threats. He doesn't reach for his MID, but if Sans looks up, he'll find the black helmet angled in mute question.
That's it, then?
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"Oh, man." It's too hard to lift an arm to rub at his eye, so Sans settles for shaking his head. "That's too perfect."
Who better to see him at his weakest, really.
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It doesn't matter anymore. It never should have in the first place—never would have if the programhadn't been half-shattered when it came for him before. The parallel is easy to pick out, and Rinzler wants to return the favor, feel it come apart under his hands. But it's derezzing already, and there isn't any point.
He hates that. The black helmet turns aside, and Rinzler moves forward to examine the attackers, a few steps that read closer to pacing than purpose.
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Not Sans, though. Sans had a feeling he was due for some vacation days.
"Uh, yo." He asks, raising his voice slightly. Painfully. "Can you hear me?"
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Of course he can. Why?
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"But if you can, just... do me a solid and tell someone what happened to me." It's a gargantuan effort, but Sans manages to briefly lift his hand, watching it crumble in front of his sockets. "We don't leave corpses, so."
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Programs don't leave corpses either. Only scattered voxels, shards of data, and even those fade back into the system for reuse. Their disks are the real records, and Rinzler's spent the better part of the last user-month unable to touch his.
The stare lingers for a long moment. Then the program steps closer, MID lighting beneath his touch.
Condition.
A twist projects the text display lower, a single word hovering in front of Sans. Past it, he might spot the streaks of light that mark out Rinzler's helmet angled pointedly to one side. Is the monster still intact enough to read it? If not, there isn't really any point.
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"Yeah, yeah... I figured." He snorts, feeling his hand turn to dust as he lifts it in mock surrender. Aw well. So much for hand signs. "Name your price, kid."
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Rematch.
If you rerezz.
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"Heh... You're really stuck on that." He manages, his skull caving in from the back. His answer is hasty and rushed, befitting how much time he has left. Couldn't be more than a minute. "Sure. Yeah. You got it."
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Preference: who?
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Would there be any monster's left by the time this was done? If Sans was a betting man, he'd be sorely tempted to put a few dollars on no.
"... Ratchet, I mean. Guy on Mero Deck. If we still got a Mero deck."
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The name the monster supplies second is familiar, if not one Rinzler's glad to hear. Still, he won't fail. The black mask dips, a secondary confirmation sketching out in holographics to light the air between them.
Acknowledged.