August Event Log: Part I

[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: August 9 and onward
Where: An unexpected destination
What: The newcomers go on a trip and end up far from where they expected
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label your content!

NOTE: PLEASE READ THIS OOC POST FIRST.

When the time comes for the travelers to go on the off-world trip that will help restore Thisavrou, they are not alone. Others who have settled on the planets longer and come to call them home are also prepared to travel; through the Ingress and do their part. Yet when the newcomers step through, whether they stepped through the Ingress seconds or hours apart, they will find that they have arrived at the same time, and only newcomers are in sight.

What awaits them is not a land of plenty. The land is barren, and dark storms in the sky resemble those held at bay by the Ingress complex—but much, much closer. Those who traveled on the Moira may recognize the landscape; though they have come through at a different point from the crash, they are on the Midway Hub. And there is no portal back. They are trapped.

hitting the road

Though some have been here before, the Midway Hub is not as they remember it. The storms fill the sky, leaving it dark and ominous even when they are not sweeping across the landscape—but they have clearly done so in recent times, and often. While never a lush land, large patches of ground an acre or more wide looking nothing more than utterly dead; the thistle that naturally grows is brittle, black and unable to be consumed even with the usual preparations to make it edible, and here and there animal corpses are found twisted into unnatural poses, but seemingly uninjured. These places are particularly concentrated near the broken Ingresses litter the landscape. While Midway Hub as a whole may seem naturally arid, these dead spots leave no hope that anything can possibly live there again.

The travelers have two options: stay where they are, or move on. While it might seem that they've been tricked into coming here and been left abandoned, those with the technological ability to do so may detect a sign of hope: a familiar energy source, far in the distance. Although none of the Ingresses they pass will ever work again, the faint energy shows that one still-functioning Ingress lies far in the distance, days away.

Although technological scanning or impressive memory of the landscape indicates that they are not separated from their destination by one of the gates that divide the land, they are also far from the shelter of the facility at the center of the Hub. Any attempt to travel in a direction other than that of the energy signal will result in a strange disorientation after several hours, bringing individuals back to their original path as though they've gone in circles. Meanwhile, though travelers will feel the need to slake their hunger and thirst through any natural water sources they discover, wildlife they can hunt for food and any supplies they have on them, if they don't find sustenance, they'll find that they will never pass out or reach the point of starvation. Instead, they'll be left alive and awake but feeling utterly hollow.

storm front

At regular intervals, the energy storms above descend onto the land, bringing not rain but violent clashes of negative energy and thunder so loud that nothing can be heard above it. The passing of the storms leaves some strange effects. The ground is warped and rotted by their touch, even solid stone degrading to a spongy surface. The air is tepid and oddly charged. Prolonged contact with air or ground will not supply energy, however — it drains it from organic and synthetic life alike.

Those who remember their last trip to the Hub, or simply explore in the right direction, may come across the cave complexes with their glowing surfaces and streams. The light is dimmer now, a sickly green, but drinking from the streams will still restore the energy lost, for a time. This time, however, the lethargy that inevitably follows is much more severe, and the drinkers are left with a raw, empty feeling leeching in from the wasteland around.

Those who are exposed to the storms, either by finding themselves in very close proximity or even closely observing them for too long as they approach, may lose their sight, or hearing, even much of the ability to feel touch — whatever sense they used in observation. What lingers in its place is a numbness. A hunger. And as time passes, the time between storms decreases; what seemed like hours between the storms becomes scarcely one, and their intensity grows.

wild life

Sentient beings are not the only ones affected by the storms; these creatures, attracted to sound and able to track by scent, and these panthers, which once looked normal but have been twisted by the storms into more monstrous forms, are numerous enough that travelers must be constantly alert for their presence. Though natural predators, the threat the creatures represent is not itself natural. They are also more aggressive. Some strange instinct drives them, not a need for food. While the panthers themselves can be caught and their meat cooked, it has little taste, offering nutrition but not satisfaction.

old familiar places

Although it's difficult to track the passage of time without day-night cycles, after what seems like more than a week of the travelers' unexpected trip, the storms abruptly come rushing in at the group of travelers, as if they're herding the group to move faster toward their destination and the Ingress energy that awaits them. The true nature of that destination becomes clear when debris appears on the horizon; the energy comes from the wreckage of the Moira, the interstellar ship that crashed here months ago.

Despite the trauma of impact, large sections of the ship remain surprisingly intact, though few of them are properly vertically oriented. If travelers are able to make their way inside the damaged sections of the ship, they'll find familiar territory, if they are one of those who traveled on the Moira, as well as shelter—something that's increasingly necessary as the storms seem to center over the ship, leaving little hope for survival outside. Useful items may be scavenged from the ship if they are willing to explore, but no personal items of any kind remain.

Strangely, the deeper travelers go into the crashed ship, the less familiar their surroundings will seem, regardless of their orientation. The inward-leading paths into the ship become generic metal, and as with the travel on the surface of the planet, they may find themselves back where they started. And no matter how far they go or how hard they try, they will find themselves unable to make it to the Ingress chamber itself...for now.

Comments

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[He doesn't reply with his TAB just yet. Again, he isn't entirely sure how to respond. "Yes" or "no" would probably suffice, but again, it's not something he's put much thought into. The Vault Hunters were just a bunch of assholes that took the same job and met on a train, then teamed up out of convenience after some other asshole decided to blow that train up with them all on it. Before that, Zer0 mostly worked alone, as assassins tend to do, and man maybe Zer0 should reply instead of staring awkwardly at his TAB and making Shepard wait on him.]

A good assassin
Doesn't let people get close.
I have lost my edge.

[that's goofyass haiku ninja talk for "yep totally miss them".]

[squadgoals]

[Zer0 takes a minute — and then another. It's a big question, and not one she expected him to answer via haiku. But when it comes, she couldn't imagine anything else. Behind the helmet, she smiles, a sudden frisson of yearning sadness aching in her heart. Thane would have appreciated the sentiment.]

You've got a hell of a way with words, Zer0.

If they found your Ingress pull coordinates, do you think you'd go for it right away?

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[Nah he just has a magical ability to haiku the whole world. He chuckles, which she obviously can't hear, but the way his shoulders shake probably gives it away.]

I don't know, maybe.
One of my teammates is here,
I wouldn't leave her.

[but if he and Gaige could both leave? He'd probably peace out in a heartbeat. Probably.]

[squadgoals]

I didn't realize one of your teammates was here, too.

[That changed things. That always changed things, no matter what you'd experienced, or not experienced together to that point. The little piece of home with you was... well, priceless.]

Are you from similar timelines?

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

From the same timeline.
Haven't really brought her up,
Don't want her involved.

[Not that he thinks Gaige needs protection. She doesn't, she's just as much of a hardcore badass as everyone else he worked with on Pandora, and he'd seen first hand just how capable she was. But she was also the only thing he had left here. Part of him couldn't help but feel protective.

Seemed like it didn't matter if Gaige was directly involved with everything going on or not, she was still stranded here with everyone else. Good job Zer0 you suck]

[squadgoals]

I understand.

[It was natural to want to protect your friends — even moreso here. Even if there often wasn't anything you could do.

If anything happened to you, and you could have done something...]

If you could go somewhere else instead of going back to Pandora,
you and your teammate, would you?

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

If she wanted it.
There's a lot to be done here,
Leaving would feel wrong.

[Zer0 doesn't like to leave a job half finished, and everything that had been happening lately had kind of sucked him in. Maybe none of this was directly his problem, but he was invested now.]

[squadgoals]

[Zer0 just kept on coming. Shepard's nodding before she's even half-done with the message. Yes. It wasn't necessarily their problem, per say, but now that they were involved...

Even on the Moira. Even when she'd been given every opportunity to leave, with friends, some as close as family — she hadn't taken it. There's still something I can do.]

Exactly.

As long as I have the strength to help, I'll be here.

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

I think that's what I'm trying to say. I'm not sure when I started caring, but I guess this is a thing that's happening now.

[SHRUG. He doesn't have a haiku for this one. feelings and shit are weird.]

[squadgoals]

[She taps her chin for a minute, and then responds:]

This is happening.
I don't know when it started,
But somehow, I care.

How'd I do?

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

[He pauses to read it, then a :O emote pops up in front of his helmet. Also he laughs buuut poor Shep can't hear it. She can probably tell looking at him though.]

Nailed it