Who: Anyone and Everyone
When: February 10-19
Where: Avagi
What: Life support fails, and a team sets out. Check out
this ooc post for more.
Warnings: Label your content.
Synce their arrival, Avagi's residents have been plagued by minor system failures. Faulty taskbots and infested crawlspaces, supply shortages and the floods last month. For the most part, they've coped admirably, and quality of life aboard the station is substantially improved from what it was. But even as the damage in the lived-in space is scrubbed away, more dangerous poisons have been building underneath.
On February 10, the groaning from the walls will escalate to a harsh scraping, audible station-wide. Then silence falls as the filtration systems die completely: leaving all vents to begin spewing thick, black smoke.
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| System Failures | |
| (February 10-19) | |
Acrid and hazardous, the cocktail of gases emerging from the vents are the result of three centuries' toxin storage spilling over. A shallow breath can cause a coughing fit, but individuals who draw in too much of the toxic air will find themselves becoming dizzy, passing out, or worse. While effects may vary based on individual biology, all beings who require breath will find their lungs burning and their vision blurred. An hour after the initial failure, the lighting goes out too. With it, all station power: to computers, doors, and any system not hooked up to its own supply.
Investigation:
The electrical failures can be sourced to an automated safety shutoff, override-able from Life Support's main controls. But the mechanism isn't in place without a reason. Generating station power produces more of the dark fumes, and without working filters, they will pump straight into the air.
Wait in the dark (and growing cold), or suffocate more quickly? Either way, your air troubles won't be resolved quickly. Over the next couple days, groups searching Sanitation can track down the vapors to their source. A small mob of taskbots run sad circles in the filtration hub: between the air processing units and a row of shelves along one wall. The label reads Purification Crystals, and a single empty container remains. Survival (Home Team):
Without the crystals, there is no effective way of restoring the entire living space. It may, however, be possible to section off small areas. Able bodies will be required to seal off the fumes and guide those suffering from their effects to safety. Many may need medical assistance, and technical skills will be in even more desperate need: to equip these regions with oxygen and power, and insulate them against the cold that leeches in from the outside.
Some amount of work has already been done, and a few safe rooms are prepped across the station. As days progress toward weeks, however, their air and power reserves will run thin, and some larger sectors may warrant securing regardless. The Greenery contains young plants that are susceptible to the fumes, and those invested in the library's book collection may also want to take measures. The gas has acidic qualities in higher concentrations, enough to eat through paper... for a start.
Contain it? Remove it? Or just try to protect yourselves? One way or another, you'll need to hold out for a while.
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| Travel (Away Team) | |
| (February 12-19) | |
When Avagi's current population first got here, it was clear that others had inhabited the space before. Recent developments have even proven that these others—or, perhaps, their descendants—might still exist elsewhere on the station now. With the crystals that might repair your home missing, diplomacy is no longer an optional consideration. It's time to meet the neighbors, and hope they come in peace.Navigation:
Those volunteering to undertake this mission will be provided with a patchwork set of maps. However, these contain little to no information on the current state of the station—including which parts still exist. The explosion that tore apart the former Ingress Complex left wide gaps in the structure, many of which have been invaded by the storms outside.
Scanning tech will be required to assess what lies behind the sealed walls, and physical labor to cut through them. As no contiguous paths across the station remain, this process will need to be repeated numerous times. Where no adjoining regions can be verified intact, smaller scouting tools (or group members!) may be required to traverse crawlspaces for a view of nearby rooms. Survival:
Behind the first wall lies a pressurized room with normal gravity—and contaminated air. This will not persist as the travelers continue. Some regions have power, but no gravity. Others contain pockets of unaffected, still-clean air. Few spaces will be fully online before the travelers get there, but local generators can be found that might allow for a night or two of "comfortable" camping. At least one juncture can only be crossed by floating through an empty docking bay. The area contains no power, air, or gravity, but spacesuits can be procured... inside the sealed vacuum of the bay. Creative thinking may be required.
Enveloping the station's outside, the roiling shadows of Avagi's storms have crept invasively into all unsealed regions of the interior. While the Observation Station may have accustomed some Avagians to the view, there's something much more immediate about the shadows pressing at the other side of these windows. The faint patterns of light that ripple through the clouds prompt a sense of malice and exhaustion, one that lingers even when you've turned away. Those who attempt more intense scrutiny may suffer more severe effects.
Certainly, it feels like something is watching back. Discoveries:
As harrowing as the journey may be, it's not entirely without its gains. A few tools can be salvaged from some of the decks visited along the way, and while food is in much shorter supply, there are a few signs that it might not have been, long ago. Wrappers and empty cans turn up in strange places. A few glyphs can be found scratched into one wall: ones that your ACE's translators roughly interpret as prayers.
One sealed room has a large "X" scrawled across the walls despite the detectable presence of power, air, and gravity. Opening it produces a strange sight: two skeletal corpses pressed up against the still-active force field that cuts this room off from the storms. Both bodies show extensive burns to hands and faces, but don't appear to have died from that effect. |
[For questions, signups, or plotting, check out the ooc post. For the duration of this log, characters may travel between teams to whatever extent they are capable. The event will escalate with a second log on February 20.] 
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"Otherwise the rest of them is too burned to identify by appearance alone. So unfortunately it seems there's little else to be gathered from here, save that there are bipedal beings in the vicinity somewhere."
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Neither did anyone else he knew of. No records, no information. Not even the scrawlings on the wall to make any sense of the people they were going to find.
It's frustrating. To say the least.
He frowns, but starts studying the bodies more closely. It's far from pleasant... but necessary. "They're not the same species. See?" Did that mean they were pulled here, too? Like everyone else? "Clothes don't look like they were in great shape to start with, either."
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He hasn't attempted consulting anything by means of his armor's computing systems, but he's been trying to reserve its energy after what had happened when he'd tried making a study of the storm. The accent lights on his armor had been a little dimmed.
"...hm?" The Altean lifts his head from his thoughts, looking back at Shiro and then back at the bodies. He'd been so fixated upon cause of death that he hadn't bothered to give the corpses a real look.
"Ah, you're right... How strange. They're...not Savrii." More mysteries, it seems. "Were there any other non-natives aside from those brought by the Ingress who dwelt on Kauto?"
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He'd seen a lot of other species. Other peoples. Refugees like them. People just trying to live out their lives until... until this Mother thing broke it all down. It made sense the people who escaped here would be similar.
"This one looks like they had a mask on."
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Alfor shakes his head. "They must have been around this station longer than we have though, if their clothing is to tell of anything. The mask doesn't look like it's of any use anymore."
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Which doesn't bode well. That either they weren't worth remembering, the people who did remember were gone, or ... whatever killed them didn't have the capacity to remember. Or maybe he's completely off the mark here.
Too many questions. Not enough information.
"Wonder why they needed it. Was their life support failing, too?"
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Because of the storm? Alfor frowns. "Perhaps they were so fixated by what lies beyond..."
He shrugs at Shiro's question. "Maybe they're part of whatever group may have migrated from our end of the station. Or perhaps they were exploring from this side, already aware of the unstable areas. ...or perhaps their species specifically needed assistance in breathing other than oxygen. They certainly can't tell us now, and I doubt we'll find anything more by staying here, at least nothing that will assist us with our current mission."
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He glances over at the king in brief concern. Alfor's the scientist here. Wouldn't he know if staring at the storm too long would cause something like that? Either way... lingering here probably isn't the best idea for either of them.
They don't have all the answers -- but there's some. That's better than nothing, right?
"Keep an eye out for any more marked doors, I guess. See if there's anyone else locked up like this."
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Gesturing loosely towards his left gauntlet, he goes on. "When I tried to get any readings from the storm within the other exposed areas of the station, my armor's power started decreasing suddenly like it was being drained. Getting too close already starts to gnaw at one's strength, but the reaction from even my equipment was strange."
Wait, and he hadn't said anything about this? Maybe it didn't seem like anything to worry about at the time, except that relaying that information even now Alfor doesn't sound terribly concerned about it so much as just stating fact.
"Well, if nothing else, at least the marked doors mean we're closer to where others have been around."
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Okay, if Alfor won't sound alarmed then he will. He hasn't run into anything he can think of that could depower the armor. He's already standing, and reaching for his ACE device. Pidge and Hunk should hear about this.
"Is it still drained?"
Does it charge up? Look, all he ever knew was you put it on and it worked. Unless a space witch clawed it up, apparently.
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"The power levels are still below optimal levels," he confirms with a nod, brow furrowing.
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Yes he knows how that sounds. But if just resting didn't do anything, maybe other things would. If not... maybe they should send him back.
Allura shouldn't have to lose her father a third time.
"Don't happen to know how the armor recharges, do you?"
SURE ASK ME THE ONE THING THEY DON'T EXPLAIN
Shaking his head, he looks back at his gauntlet, tapping at it to activate the holo-interface. "Rather, it shouldn't ever have the need to recharge so drastically. The suits were designed to be self-sustaining for long periods, but storage within the Castle Ship and integration with the Lions helps prolong its life."
He eyes the display, swiping through a few readings before he makes it vanish with a simple gesture. "So currently the levels are all stable, just below what would be ideal. I can potentially recharge the armor with my own power..."
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I'M SORRY BUT YOU KNOW HE'D ASK
That made sense. Heck, he wouldn't be surprised if the armor recharged from the wearer's own life energy or something. They've run into weirder things.
"Let's see if we can't find another way to get the power back up. We don't want to run you down if you're already not feeling at your best."
I should have replied with "Now /that/ is an excellent question."
"I agree it probably wouldn't be wise to recharge the armor systems at risk of myself," he says with a nod, although this is purely from a circumstantial viewpoint than on any account of Shiro's concerns. "For now, it works. So I suppose we should keep going." For whatever purpose.
I WOULD HAVE LAUGHED
"Yeah. I guess we should."
And then he follows.