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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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i just need a patch up so i stop leaking everywhere
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[bumblebee sends a ping to his location. When Tony gets there, he'll find the little bot curled up against a wall, fuel leaking greet from his leg. He's dizzy, having lost way too much of it, and isn't quite completely conscious. If Tony has experience with wounded cybertronians, he'll quickly notice that Bumblebee is not running on energon.]
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Yikes.
[ He offers, helpfully. But at least he's moving closer to get a good look at the damaged leg. ]
Rough day?
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He needs fuel and a patch to stop it from falling out. At least until he goes to see Ratchet and get a full work over.]
You should see the other guys. [He tries to make it sound like a joke, but with the dried blood spatter across his chassis, it ends up sounding way more grim than he means it, and he seems to realise, curling a little tighter in on himself.]
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[ Tony crouches down next to him as he curls up, observing the damage with the same clinical eye a doctor might look at a fractured bone. Body damage, probably purely aesthetic; wiring, mostly intact, if vulnerable; fuel line: yup, pretty fucked.
He's got no less than three tools in his hand from one breath to the next. ]
I can't top you off, but we can at least get this plugged.
[ His hands are already flying as he says it, carefully moving cables aside so that he can clamp the fuel line. ]
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He flinches as clamps are placed, obviously experience pain from Tony's repairs, but trying to hold it together.]
I don't run on energon anyway. At least, not yet. [Talking is helping keeping him conscious now, sorry Tony, he's babbling at you.] Ratchet says my systems aren't used to it--there's a shortage back home, and it's saved for ships and we adapted our systems to run on other fuel sources-and it's hard to find stuff here I can use. If I try energon it could overload me, I'm not allowed to try it yet but all I found is rocket fuel and my systems really didn't like that either.
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Y'know, the science department can probably find you some cocktail or other that won't give you robo-indigestion. [ He's still not totally clear on what energon is, despite all the times it's come up, but the idea is probably about the same. ] That's kind of their thing.
[ And don't mind any discomfort as he unbends something that certainly shouldn't be bent. ]
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[He flinches away from where Tony is bending part of him, wincing. He's not very large, being barely eight foot tall, so it won't throw Tony off too much.] Ow, ow! Are you sure you know what you're doing maybe this was a bad idea!
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[ Is this actually convincing??? You decide. But he holds up both hands in mock surrender, regardless. ]
I mean, I could leave it, but the next time you move that limb, your bent pieces are just gonna sever your fuel line again, and then we get to repeat this dance from the beginning.
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--No! I'm. [He frowns.] --Sorry.
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Either way, you look like you're good to move around without anything falling off. Or out.
[ Which is Tony Stark Speak for "you'll be fine." ]
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Thanks, uh... [he realises he didn't even catch Tony's name and feels a little stupid.]
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Tony Stark, robo-doc extraordinaire, apparently.
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I'm Bumblebee. [he moves his leg again, his fuel tanks clenching hungrily.] You sure you don't have any fuel on you?