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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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[She flashes a grin, though her sloped shoulders betray her true exhaustion.]
I've already repaired a few for the time being and I'm running a second sweep for a proper fix. My fixes will hold out for a few days, possibly, but I'm not planning on leaving them be, especially if I didn't look at them myself. Q!
[The greyhound cocks his head in her direction, flashing a brief, bright blue.]
Get me a light, something preferably white and absurdly bright. [She picks up what looks like a set of pincers and frowns. Not what she's looking for.] And pincers, while you're at it, these won't do.
[Now that she's seated, she starts to arrange the tools a little bit.] Besides, I'm ventilation tech and I'm not planning on inhaling more glass. At this rate, it might be easier to shatter the glass and build new components to complete it, unless this is still all miraculously functional.
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[ Tony shrugs airily, then deliberately spreads his tools back out in some semblance of their previous organized chaos, like the petulant little shitface he is. He at least has the good grace to return to his actual work when he responds. ]
My estimates put it at 40% functional, and I fully expect the glass to buckle within the week, so that's real nifty. This conduit feeds the south engine, which I'd reeeeeally like to see continue working.
[ And continuing his work on the engines themselves will be a real ordeal if they lose power due to some cluster of now-glass cables deciding to shit the bed a week from now. ]
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You learn to live like one when you run alone. Thank you, love.
[She primly takes the flashlight from Q's mouth, flashes it once at nothing to test it. Suitable.
She picks up an errant piece, a third glass, the rest functional. She's holding the non-glass parts by just the barest edge with her left prosthetic arm at eye level, a few inches from her glasses.]
If it kept my team out of trouble for the most part, it can certainly bring some order here. We need raw materials and blueprints and if I had it my way I'd rebuild these parts with similar styles so if this happens again there's a template and not all of us guessing.
[But that would be probably impossible, and not without an exorbitant amount of help. She could plan, of course, but it was the execution that made this troublesome.
She shines the light through the glass.]
Do you mind holding this? I don't want to break it while I analyze it.
[At some point, she's had to become brutally honest about her lack of control with her prosthetic. Her voice might be even, but underneath, there's irritation.]
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I'd probably willingly glass some part of myself for some consistent documentation for - anything around here, actually. No such luck. Kinda thinking I'm gonna have to draw some up myself.
[ So they probably have a lot in common, frankly. But he's taking the glass with only a brief sniff of displeasure, recognizing the petty satisfaction of saying no isn't actually in engineering's best interest, here. ]
Far as I can tell, the composition of the glass is totally random. I've seen some that could give a diamond bit a run for its money - almost did, actually - and some that crumbles when you so much as look at it cross-eyed. And sometimes this is going on within the same component.
[ Pisses him off. ]
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[She focuses for a moment, then begins to seemingly pinch at the air. No amount of zoom or even advanced readings on her glasses could begin to explain how this could happen, much less with what the man says and the discrepancies.]
There's glass in Venice that won't break, no matter how hard you throw it. It was made for sailors, back when it was the only thing to do.
[She takes off her glasses, scrubs her face and sighs a little.]
Except those were made by hand. Sand and heat make glass, and that would provide a splendid explanation if there enough of both running errant.
[Q nudges her lightly with a small set of pincers precariously balanced in his mouth.]
Thank you love.
[With little ceremony, she starts to tighten... something on her arm. She winces slightly, yet she continues.]
And that's assuming we're dealing with the same components from Earth, also assuming that you too are from Earth.
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[ But the charade falls flat because he's eyeing her glasses with contemplative interest as he says it. It's true that he's been drawing up some crude blueprints for his own reference while he works on the engines, but more comprehensive documentation is essential - especially when half the ship has had its structure modified. But even he can't do it all on his own. The Moira is an enormous, complex ship. The engines alone would take weeks - or months - to draw up a final schematic for. ]
I don't normally leap on collaboration - God, I hate this place, what am I coming to - but I've got the equipment for detailed schematics. If you know your shit, then between me, you, some of those trouble makers down in engineering, we can probably get something functional together.
[ That's not even taking into consideration his plan to look for the schematics he's sure exist somewhere. It's incomprehensible that there wouldn't be anything. ]
And yeah, definitely a good old vanilla Earthling. Though even that doesn't seem to mean much in this place. Earth 1 or 2 or 700? Who knows. Who cares.
[ A pause. ]
Okay, I gotta ask: what the hell are you doing?
[ The arm thing, he means. Probably. ]
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Of course I know my shit, who do you think built Q?
[He barks once, as if to assert that yes, he is the Q in question.
Isha sighs shortly, stopping the motions entirely. She hates to admit it, she really does, but this is a hand she's been dealt with, a position she's been thrown into.]
I've been having to manually adjust the haptic feedback on my arm. I don't have the hardware or software to do it for me here, nor is there anyway for me to have had it in the first place. It's... still not fully functional.
[Her jew tenses slightly. State-of-the-art, the best hardware, software, materials, everything, and still her own body falls short to the new arm. They'd told her it would take months for her to adjust, yet months is far too long for her.]
It works in waves. I can't handle the glass, not without me having to constantly force adjustments between the nerves and wiring in the arm. [She opens and closes her mechanical hand.] It's interfaced directly into me, before you ask. I can't take it off. [She unzips the jacket of the uniform to reveal the black metal of the prosthetic almost biting into her flesh. Had it been the same color, it would've looked seamless.] I tell you this because you might understand, not because I trust you.
[She puts the jacket back on properly. She's an engineer. She's a hacker. She's a thief. She's a genius. But she's not a biomedical engineer. That's entirely different can of worms, one that involves the human body on a physical level.]
My personal woes aside, How did you get the equipment?
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[ He says, demonstrating remarkable delicacy and sympathy. Still, over the course of their conversation, his eyes have lighted on Q with a gleaming kind of interest that's way too keen to simply be called 'professional'. Engineers of this caliber are a rare find - he's never really met another one back home, for that matter - and he's not too proud to appreciate that. ]
How'd I get it? These suckers gave me an unlimited credit line the moment I walked onto the ship, that's how. I'm just good at taking advantage of my resources.
[ The first thing he did was round up as much tech as he could to at least marginally cover his essential operations back home, and it's still not even close. But it's something. ]
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She's learned to work with less, at least.
Maybe... she hates to think of alliances when she worked alone so long. She was going to berate Kadin for making her think like a "team player."]
He doesn't bite, you know.
[Yes, she caught you looking at Q.]
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[ But okay, fine, his curiosity is going to win out on principle. It's a mechanical dog, for god's sake. He holds out his hand, beckoning Q over. ]
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[Said to Q, who had tentatively opened his mouth when he was within Tony's reach.
He barks twice at Isha, glowing a greenish-yellow briefly.]
You don't know that. Not everyone appreciates a play bite. Go on, make some friends.
[Q focuses again on Tony, now bumping his head against the man's palm. His tail wags rapidly.]
He does have a personality, before you asked. I programmed him, but he's adapted and become something of his own mind.
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As any good AI should, really. [ It comes out sort of absentmindedly, absorbed as he is in giving the dog a thorough examination. ] But you're wrong, that's not what I was gonna ask. I was gonna ask how the hell you learned to speak dog barks.
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That's the lovely part about technology. [She taps at her glasses.] I can see what he says.
[For the most part, at least. It's nothing incredibly complex, but short sentences and mood fluctuations read out on her glasses.
Useful for having seemingly one-sided conversations.]
You know you could just ask me about him, right? I did build him, after all. And programmed, as I said earlier.
[Huge nerd.]
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Sure I could, but I'm more of a "fondle first, ask questions later" kind of guy.
[ Also, very classy, apparently. ]
First question: why a mechanical dog of all things?
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[ He leans forward, quite suddenly very interested. ]
Okay, I have about five hundred questions. Gimme a quota.
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[Obviously.]