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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
Agent Washington | ota
[ Having been entirely prepared for negotiations to fail and almost certain that they would, Wash is one of the first into the fight, armoured and ready to go. He has no reservations over killing any of his opponents. Though he'd been game for Shepard's proposed plan of non-lethal force, he'd had an inkling the entire time that if negotiating was useless, lethal force would prove necessary. It hadn't seemed to him like the Caducans would stop until they got their revenge. That meant killing anyone who attacked any of the crew.
As a soldier, none of this is new to him. He barely blinks as he guns an enemy down, simply moves on to the next. He doesn't care about them. He has no reason to. Yes, what happened to the planet is a shame, but he's not willing to let anyone on the Moira's crew be killed for it if he can prevent it, especially when most of them hadn't even been there when the destruction of the planet occurred. If that means destroying each and every Caducan who attacks in order to put an end to this situation, then so be it. Far from the first time he's had to engage in combat like this, and unlikely to be the last.
Throughout the Moira, Wash can be found with his battle rifle from home in hand. Still injured after his fight with Tex, he avoids hand-to-hand or any close quarters combat where he can and tries to stick to long range with his rifle, picking Caducans off with careful, impeccably aimed headshots. However, if it comes to close quarters, he doesn't back down. It's clear in his movements that he's injured, with the way he avoids quick movements where he can, particularly in his torso and in the way he walks somewhat hunched forward further along into the battle. He's got a broken rib in the process of healing, one he's sure is going to have all progress obliterated by the end of this, but it doesn't stop him from doing what he has to to keep himself alive, and to keep others alive where he can.
Even with his best efforts though, his rib causes problems. He can't move as quickly or as fluidly from the pain, especially as it gets later into the raging battle, and this results in some injuries and close calls. Not that Wash complains once. There may be a pained noise of some kind here or there, but he's ultimately helping in the fight more than he's hindering. He'll intervene in a fight should an ally need it, stepping in with a good punch or kick to knock an opponent away from them, or taking the easier route and simply shooting them. Otherwise, he'll be around, tackling combat against as many Caducans as possible, wanting to end this shit as quickly as possible. ]
b. under the skin, against the skull, they put a little chip so that they know it all ( aftermath, outside the medbay. cw: mild body horror, PTSD, injury, blood )
[ From the moment everything merged and glass seems to be interwoven in everything, he's noticed it. He's been aware of the change, just not...entirely sure of what exactly the change was until it became apparent that not only has the ship become partly glass, but much of the crew has, too. Maybe he has it lucky that none of his body parts have turned to glass, but Wash has a hard time viewing it that way. Not with how he can feel them, his neural implants. Something he's never been able to feel before, something he's only ever been vaguely aware of while Epsilon briefly inhabited them. But now... Now he can feel them. Can feel the now-glass implant slot made for AI chips in the back of his neck, and the wires that extend from it, up under his skull and throughout his brain.
All glass now. No longer flexible. He's constantly aware of what he used to be able to forget about, even when he isn't moving his head. It's a constant discomfort and a constant potential trigger. God help him if he hits his head too hard and the thin glass wires shatter inside his skull and shards stick into his brain. He's hoping he got some of the stronger glass than the weak stuff.
Just outside of the medbay, Wash is seated on the floor, leaning back against the wall, still fully armoured. Even with his helmet on though, he looks exhausted. He looks, honestly, like he's given up just before he could get himself into the medbay, given the way he's got one hand pressed against the bottom of his ribcage and how there's holes in a few places on his armour, or the even more obvious tell, the stains of red over the gray of his armour, the rips in his undersuit where blood still flows freely--slowly, not at a terribly alarming rate. He has a particularly deep slash across his abdomen where the metal of his armour doesn't cover, which is where most of his blood loss is occurring--everything in comparison to that (and his still broken-if-not-now-more-damaged rib) is minor.
And yet, he's simply sitting here in the hall. Silent. Still, but clearly breathing. He's in and out of his head, honestly, trying to fend off flashbacks and bad memories, more concerned about the state of his head than he is of that of his body. ]
c. today i coo, today i caw, i have a pistol party and i kill them all ( wildcard )
[ Want to do something with Wash but neither of the above prompts working for you? Toss something else here! Just about anything is welcome. ]
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She comes in at an angle, then, her typical silent efficient self, firing a round from her machine pistol into the enemy's neck, then into his torso as she continues her approach. A swift kick to the head finishes incapacitating the Caducean and she turns to face Wash. ]
Get the hell back to your room.
[ She pauses enough to glance both ways, keeping an eye out for more enemies, before gesturing him on. She'll guard him until he manages to hole up somewhere safer. ]
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About to steady himself and move in to deliver a blow, it's almost a relief when someone else drops the Caducan to the floor. Almost. And then definitely not when he gets a proper look at who it is who just helped him out.
Of. Fucking. Course. It would be Texas. The very person who'd messed him up just enough to make fighting difficult. ]
Like hell.
[ He practically spits the words, pointedly ignoring her gesture for him to follow her. The last thing he's doing is going back to his room to hole up while there's a goddamn battle raging outside in the halls. If he can move, he can fight, and he'll be damned if Tex of all people is going to try babysitting him. He's managed this long! He can keep going, as far as he's concerned. Pain isn't a deterrent. It's not like he can do that much more damage to himself, anyway. ]
I'm not going anywhere until the ship is clear.
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Sure. You're going to kill yourself.
[ Never let it be said that Tex is entirely heartless. She positions herself to guard from anyone approaching from the long end of the hallway. ]
Reload and try not to let your ego get bruised because I'm helping you.
[ She doesn't know Washington well enough to know exactly how prideful he was up until this incident between them, but that's really all that can account for his stubbornness now. From what she remembers of him from before, during the Project, this doesn't seem to match up, but she also knows a lot of shit happened to him during its run. So who knew how typical this might be for Washington? In any case, she's begun to view him in a similar light to how she views Tucker and Caboose and the rest of the people who have somehow crossed paths with her during the waning days of the war—though they're not her favorite people, they're victims of the Project as much as she is, and she feels a protective sort of burden toward keeping them safe. The lesson she taught Washington was meant to keep him from crossing boundaries with her, but it wasn't meant to kill him, and she certainly didn't feel he deserved to die for it. ]
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My ego is fine. Doesn't change the fact that I don't need your help.
[ Really, he's never had much of an issue with his pride getting in the way of him seeking help. That had always been more Carolina's thing. Wash has always been aware of where and when he needs assistance and rarely took much shame in seeking it. It's just these particular circumstances that has his ego slightly bruised. Help from the last person he wants help from. The last person he wants to be around. The person who'd just handed his ass to him and caused the difficulties he's dealing with here in the first place.
Slamming the fresh clip into place, he pushes himself even harder than before to look more okay than he is. Considering he's having a hard time just standing up straight without being in pain, it doesn't work perfectly, but he'll take it so long as he looks at least more competent and capable than not. ]
If you're going to protect anyone, go find someone who doesn't actually know what they're doing.
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I'm not going to argue over the state of your ego. Don't turn this away out of spite, though. Understand? If I walk away now that's it.
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Fine. Stay.
[ The words are painfully begrudging, Wash not afraid to make it perfectly clear how much he hates accepting her help. Pistol reloaded, he steps forward, brushing past Texas to make his way toward the next section of the corridor. His steps are slightly uneven, but he presses forth as though he's not completely aware of the fact. ]
But I'm not going back to my room. Not while we're still fighting.
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All right, let's see how many of them are left then.
[ Unlike Wash, she hasn't taken the time to remove her armor from her robot body and put it on. She had gone to the Caducan ship as part of the negotiation team and then returned and started fighting. She doesn't shy away from taking point, though, and also doesn't bother to glance back and see if Wash is following her. She'll continue to rescue the defenseless as needed, but since Wash claims not to need rescuing, it's time for attacking them head-on. ]
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Falling into step behind her, he watches their backs, just in case any Caducans have managed their way around the ship by now. He doesn't trust that someone won't come up behind them. Better to be paranoid than shot in the back. ]
My guess would be a lot. Since they came here intending to kill us all, I doubt their numbers are small.
[ And he has no idea how good most of the rest of the crew is when it comes to battles like this. Maybe there won't be much trouble handling the situation, or maybe there will be. Honestly, he's more prepared for the latter. ]
Can't say I'm surprised they didn't go for negotiations.
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[ Despite Wash's words, none of the Caducans appears to be nearby as they proceed. She agrees, they probably knew they had the strength in numbers to defeats the Moira crew, so she wonders where they are. She begins to sweep the area more thoroughly as they get into the next space, pausing in the opening of the room. ]
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[ Whether it was the planet, the people on it, whatever, Wash can't say he doesn't understand the way the Caducans feel. He understands that desire for revenge, the kind that drives you to going out of your way to get it, to being willing to give your life to get it.
Understanding doesn't mean he doesn't blame them for this mess, though. Hardly anyone on this ship was here when the triggering event happened, and none of them deserve to be dragged into this. There's getting revenge, and then there's taking it to far. The Caducans are absolutely doing the latter. ]
What does surprise me is that they bothered to make it seem like they were willing to consider anything but a full-on attack.
[ Though he remains a few steps behind Tex, Wash continues to follow her, helping to sweep the area while also keeping an eye on the halls behind them. Still, it's quiet. It's almost eerie. Surely they should have run into more hostiles by now--the ship is big, but so is the one belonging to the Caducans. They had to have enough soldiers to flood the ship, and yet...
He doesn't trust this. They could be walking into a trap, or into some kind of ambush. ]
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[ She says the word bluntly. She would have been a force to reckon with if something like that happened to her. ]
They wanted to ambush us. They drew us right into their trap, too. Honestly, I should have been more vocal about not trusting them when we were planning the negotiations.
[ Too little, too late, now. ]
b?
Besides, it's not as if the Medbay is a terribly long trip, considering Loki recognises the door right there, and it's never a bad idea to do a small favour for the person in power armour. And there's something disturbing about the stillness, something Loki recognises from other people he knows. With a very audible sigh, he crouches, face entirely free of concern.]
You seem to have fallen a little short there. Medical help is the other side of the door.
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What?
[ The words don't register right away, though they sink in a couple seconds after he questions them. Another stiff movement, a turn of his head, and he looks over in the direction of the medbay doors. Maybe he's just a little light-headed from bloodloss because it takes him another moment or two to really come back from his thoughts and his focus on the sensations inside his skull.
Clearing his throat, Wash glances back at Loki, recognizing him properly this time, and lets his voice sink in to it's now-more-usual, flatter tone. ]
I know that. They're busy in there, so I figured I'd wait out here where it's quieter.
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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. ]