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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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There are other weapons on the floor of this corridor, and he hates to leave them there as convenient accessories for any disarmed Caducans who might come by, but there's not much he can do about it without compromising himself. Since he got back to the ship, he's been on automatic pilot, terrified and trying not to think too hard about anything outside of the immediate -- move your arm, fire, get from point A to point B. He'll feel abstract guilt over people he's shot and whatever trauma results from having been under fire himself later -- this is about getting through the day.
Still, when he sees the figure at the other end of the corridor, he has the presence of mind to raise a hand in greeting.]
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Fuck. What's going on? He has to take a moment to sort things out because the only times he sees shit like this is in his nightmares or (the much rarer occurrences these days) hallucinations. Things seem normal, though. His head feels like it's on straight, like it has the grasp on reality that's... Well, as strong as it ever is right now, and he can feel the sharp pain in his torso from his busted rib. This can't be a dream. Can't be him seeing things.
There is actually someone at the end of the hallway. In his armor. Greeting him with the raise of a hand.
Emotions almost constantly on the edge of anger these days, the worry that this is somehow all in his head pushing him over that edge, the realization that some asshole has the audacity to have a set of his armor and be wearing it around the ship? That makes it boil over.
Wash doesn't lower his rifle. He barely minds the Caducan bodies littering the floor as he steps over them, approaching the figure at the end of the hall. His body language shows his emotions clearly: his grip is tight on his gun, his movements sharp and fast, and his body is drawn up as though to make himself look bigger, perhaps more intimidating. ]
Where did you get that?!
[ There's a gesture of his rifle to the suit of armour the other is wearing. This is far from the ideal time to be confronting someone about something like this, but his rage may be blinding him just a bit to the situation at hand. ]
Who the hell are you?
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The position of his hand changes from a wave to a more conciliatory gesture: No, wait. I come in peace, for values of "peace" that are appropriate to the current situation. Calm down. Please don't shoot me.]
"I went through the Alter-Ingress with someone a month or so ago... we wound up at a ship that had crashed in very cold conditions. I wore this there because I wasn't dressed for the weather. It came back with me."
[The suit hampers his body language more than he would have expected, but he tries to keep his voice calm and articulate. At the same time, it's important to be alert to any Caducans who might still be approaching the area -- important to both of them.]
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It doesn't do much to console Wash, however. Especially since it only answers one of his questions. ...Alter-Ingress. With someone who took him to a crashed ship and cold? That's familiar. Sort of. That particular point in time is a fuzzy one for him, considering the state he'd been in then, but he still recognizes it even from simple descriptions. ]
Was the person you went with Texas?
[ Though his tone of voice is steadier now, it's no less demanding or angry. There being a reasonable explanation for this person to be wearing his armour doesn't make him any more okay with it. Wash is, however, kind enough to take the aim of his rifle off of the offending person, though his narrowed eyes remain sharp on them. Or him, if the voice is any tell of gender.
Caught up as he is in this... whatever it is, he's still less concerned about nearby Caducans than he should be. Reckless and rash on his part, yes. But if any were to appear, he's aware enough of the situation that he'd snap back to the more important focus. ]