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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am

( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 2nd and on
Where: The Moira + Caducan ship
What: The crew prepare to fight the Caducans.
Warnings: Death, Body Horror. Please label your content!

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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 )
soldiergenes: (i wanna hunt like david)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-07-06 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For all that planning, everything has fallen into chaos now. Their guard has been pushed back from the cargo bay into the rest of the ship, and Snake's been on the move, keeping an eye out for any crew member who might need his help. Not everyone here is ruthless enough to kill someone, even someone who's actively attacking them.

Of course, Master Miller himself doesn't fall into that category. Still, when Snake comes across him on the floor (with an unconscious body next to him) while more Cadacuns run his way, he figures it's safe to assume that he wouldn't mind an extra hand.

There's something surreal in coming to his Master's aid when it had so often been the other way around, but that isn't enough to make Snake hesitate. If anything, this is a way for him to repay Miller for all he'd done for him back in the day.

Snake races over, bandana tails whipping behind him, and reaches down to help Miller up. They'll have better odds of coming out of this in one piece if they fight together. ]


Got any ammo left?

[ There's no time for greetings. Snake is clearly in crisis mode, and he figures that Miller will understand. He's the one who taught him how to handle a situation like this in the first place, after all. ]
warandpeace: (Dowɴ ιɴ тнe тυɴɴelѕ)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-07-07 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[The worst part is that when Snake reaches down, he cuts a heart-wrenching shape with the way the overhead lights mark his silhouette. A sad irony in the way that he reaches down, the same that he'd done for other Snakes, and of course it's in the middle of a potent combat situation that Miller gets to see a ghost in someone living and breathing. And for all that it puts a tragic weight on his thoughts, it also jerks him right back out of them. Inspires an unheard rallying cry, a Pavlovian response for the man that he loved a long time ago.]

[He's grateful he said something utilitarian instead of tacky. At least his successor has some sense of priority with doling out terrible dialog. Or so he thinks.]

I'm out. [He confirms.]

[He pulls out the baton that Rinzler gave him, though, stepping behind Snake long enough to spark a long lit blade from the thing. (Hell of a good birthday present that is.)]

Going to have to get up close.
soldiergenes: (yes it was me)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-07-09 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even as Miller returns to his feet, Snake keeps an eye on him, checking to see if he's steady. He's taken to the prosthetics, but that doesn't mean that he isn't going to be a little off-balance in the middle of a firefight.

Never one for blades, Snake tilts his head when Miller produces that weapon. It looks like it could do plenty of damage, sure, but that protective urge manifests yet again. ]


I've got another gun. [ He pulls his M9 out of his holster to show to Miller. ] It shoots tranq rounds, but...

[ It's not like Snake has wanted to use lethal force, but the Caducans haven't given him much choice. Miller already knows what he is, much as he might want to call it something else, so at least he doesn't have to bother explaining that. ]
warandpeace: (Oғ ғleѕн αɴd вlood I'м мαde)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-07-09 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's true. He's been investing a lot in improving his muscle mass, learning to balance himself all over again. Something he's sure he would have had to have done no matter what sort of prosthetic he got. But he's still not perfect at it. Relearning years of fighting, how to use it in a different way-]

[But at least he's got his infinite stubbornness to compensate.]

[Kaz takes the gun as well and checks the ammo. The baton also has a stun setting, but he thinks, sadly, he'll have to use the lethal option. He prefers non-lethal himself, but he prefers their survival most of all. The decision isn't all that difficult for him.]

It'll slow them down. That's enough.

[He hates to kill someone incapacitated, too. It's cowardly. But it's safer.] I have two kids hiding in my room. I need to clear keep this floor as clear as I can. [He's been returning to the area when he can, keeping out invaders.]
soldiergenes: (and now nowhere to hide)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-07-11 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Slowing them down might not be enough if they keep waking up and coming at them all over again. Tossing them into the Ingress seems like a terrible idea, but the Moira also doesn't have the capacity to hold as many prisoners as they'd take.

It leaves them in a conundrum, and they haven't had much direction from the captains either. Not that Snake minds taking things into his own hands. He's already tossed a few of these Caducans into the brig.

When Miller explains why he's in this particular area, Snake's quick to nod. ]


I can help you guard it.

[ It's hard to imagine the Caducans would specifically go after kids, but Snake isn't going to make any assumptions either. He keeps a tight hold on his handgun, eyes flicking up and down the hall. ]

Taking kids under your wing, huh? [ He's not surprised. ]
warandpeace: (Tнe мeмory oғ мy αɴɢel)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-07-11 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't going to leave them out here to face men who have no fear of death. [Not even his anger is so potent, so blind. Hunting them out or not, they're all targets. Link can use a sword, a bow and arrow, but he doesn't want him facing people with guns. Sakura? He's not sure what she can do. He still doesn't think he likes kids. But he knows he wants better for them than a life of violence.]

[Link's already condemned to a life without much choice. Well... at least this time he doesn't have to bear the same weight that Solid Snake has.]

[Liquid probably doesn't care as much.]

[In a way he's sorry for the display that he knows he has to do. Kazuhira Miller is not a particularly empathetic man when facing oponents, but he can draw up enough to remember how it felt to see his men dying around him. To not terrorize anyone in the way that he'd been burned.]

[The next Cadacun that comes down around the corner gets a tranq shot right in the head. It's a shame to take someone down when they can't fight back. But he doesn't think they'll show a lot of pity when they wake up.]
soldiergenes: (that say i know you)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-07-14 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Snake nods, not feeling any need to argue with that point. While he'd like to think that their attackers would at least hesitate before going after a child, he can't guarantee that would be the case. Better to keep them out of sight. He still remembers the the children he came across in Zanzibar Land, whose faces shone with utmost respect and gratefulness toward the man who kept them in a war zone. He never wants to see anything like that again.

Miller doesn't hesitate to shoot the M9, even if he might not be familiar with that version of the gun. He doesn't waste the darts in it either, which Snake appreciates. He only has so many.

He stalks over to the downed body, checking to make sure that the Caducan is well and truly out. ]
I've been trying to take them to the brig, but it's getting pretty full over there... [ They're running out of space, plain and simple.

When Snake hears movement coming from the other side of the hall, he quickly darts behind cover, hoping he can lure the Caducan close enough to them that he can grab them into a chokehold. The less he has to fire his gun, the better, though his patience is wearing thin. ]
warandpeace: (We αre ғαr тo yoυɴɢ αɴd clever)

[personal profile] warandpeace 2016-07-17 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[At least one fault that he'll never share with Big Boss. He even hates that he can't stop Link from having to fulfill his role now; at least here, he can make things easier on him. That's something.]

[He checks the number of darts in it as he moves behind cover, contemplating how to go about this.] Wish it hadn't come to this. [An idle, sad comment as they're getting pressed down. Because he knows what he has to do, and he doesn't want to have to do it in front of Solid.]

[But when one of the men slinking back towards them gets close enough, Kaz lurches out to grab his arm, pulls him back into cover and into a chokehold. He doesn't wait to choke him out, though. Instead immediately he slits his throat. He really wishes it weren't necessary. But it is.]
soldiergenes: (and i don't wanna be a proud man)

[personal profile] soldiergenes 2016-07-19 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Caducan had come over to inspect the unconscious body, which had been his fatal mistake. Miller beats Snake to the punch, but that doesn't particularly surprise him. They're not here to compete, obviously -- whoever has the easier kill should take it.

Snake could have questioned why Miller killed one of them and tranqed the other, but he can already guess. The second one had come too close to them; there would have been a risk that their cover would be blown.

Peering out from behind his hiding spot, Snake listens for any other footsteps, but it's dead quiet in the hallway now. He looks at the two bodies, one still breathing and one not. ]


Where are we gonna put all of them? Living or dead, there's not enough space...