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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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[He gives Riptide a disapproving look at seeing his hands drenched. Did he not have a weapon? Megatron draws a pistol from the compartment in his hip armor. He shoves it into the Autobot's chest.]
Use this. There is no need to be cruel to them.
[That same hand lowers to Bee, attempting to gently jostle him out of his stupor.]
Bumblebee, are you with me?
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--Huh? [He looks at Megatron, flinching away from the touch out of habit because that's still the Decepticon Warlord back home, and some things are hard to break out of. He stares up at them both hollowly, it taking him a moment to get his processor back into gear.]
What?
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he watches bee come back to reality, backing away, then turns. for a moment it might look like he's about to run, but he doesn't. riptide stands perfectly still, turned away from them both with his hand over his face.
there's not even a shitty comment towards megatron having his fusion cannon. riptide has nothing to say for himself.]
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You're safe now. Riptide and I can handle the rest.
[Though he notices the larger Autobot was being unusually quiet and devoid of snarky comments. He only gets a glance back before the attention is back on Bee.]
Can you walk?
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The small bot glances up at Riptide when he's mentioned, staring at the back of his head with a frown before focusing optics back to the ex-con. He wills himself to shove everything away, shove everything down to deal with later, but it's difficult. This isn't like anything he's had to deal with before. He shakes his head, trying to shrug Megatron's servo off, scowling down at his leg.]
I'm okay, I'm fine. It's fine. [its unclear if he's talking to himself or Megatron, but he does pull himself up to his feet, swallowing thickly as he looks at the remains of the organics on the floor.] It's okay. I can walk.
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he looks back just in time to see the frown.
if you pause at the right moment, you can see when his spark rips in half. riptide hastily looks away again. what did you do, riptide? what have you done to him?]
Ratchet is on call. ...Ratchet is always on call, but moreso when there's an active battle.
[it probably looks like he's telling it to the corridor in front of him but right now he can't even bear to look at bee. not after that frown.]
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Riptide, you and Bumblebee should both take a moment to recuperate and find something to clean yourselves up with.
I will stand guard.
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As Megatron talks again, he looks between them a little hopelessly, like he's unsure of what to do, where to even go from here. He decides after a few kliks that standing around feeling sorry for himself isn't going to stop people--innocent people--from dying. Maybe he can help in a way that won't end in more death. He can't watch Riptide kill any more people and his leg won't be as much of an issue in his alt mode.]
I... I need to get out of here. [He wants to run, he wants to forget this ever happened, but he can't help but look to Riptide, hoping that he says something.]
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[riptide feels sick, the nausea of guilt pressing down hard on his spark.]
Please, just... get somewhere safe.
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[Megatron's voice is calm, but firm as he speaks to Riptide. He steps in front of the Autobot to make sure he makes eye contact.]
Your friends will still need you one way or another. This battle is not yet done.
[He gestures for Bee to follow.]
Lets go. We've stayed for too long.
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I can't hurt anybody else. I don't want to see organics dying. I can't... I can't fight them. I don't want anyone else to die because of me.
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None of them died because of you. I was the one that killed them all.
just quickly cuttin in to argue with riptide
What? You saw me kill three of them! It was an accident, but. They died because of me! It was my fault!
BABY FIGHT
[he's............... upset]
U WANNA GO M8
You--You were protecting me! You didn't want to kill them! Right? You didn't enjoy it? [his voice is wavering, almost as if he's on the verge of tears.]
ROARS
[he shakes his head. it's bad, but he doesn't feel like lying to bee is a good idea right now.]
But... I could've done something else, instead of killing them. I just chose not to.
CHILDREN
[Megatron steps between them, first kneeling to face Bee.]
No one will ask you to kill more. You are not a soldier and we do not expect you to behave like one. You can help Ratchet support the others once we take you to him.
[He looks up at other Autobot, still smeared in blood.]
You've survived worse than this, Riptide. Much worse. Show a little steel and help your companions through the last fight. You did what you thought was necessary to protect him, not because you enjoyed it. We can debate the morality of our actions after this ship is secure.
shitty baby has a tantrum
He takes a few limping steps back, leaving small pools of fuel as he goes.]
Don't bother, I can get there by myself. I don't need to be chaperoned, and I don't need anybot else hurting organics because of me.
sprays him with a hose
[NOT HELPING.]
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It would be unwise to go alone in your state. There's no need to make Ratchet angry by exacerbating your injuries.
[Riptide gets another glance.]
Are you both ready to go?
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I'm fine, Riptide. Don't you have other organics to kill?
[HIM AND HIS STUPID MOUTH.]
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he doesn't though, so he has to make do with wincing and shaking his head.]
I-- ... no.
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[So, he wraps a hand around Bee, gently grabbing him as if he were a hamster, and turns to Riptide.]
We're done here. Let's go.
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Hey! Put me down!
[He ends up whacking his leg against something, squeaking in pain and making a stifled sobbing noise.]
M-m'fine!
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[he snaps at megatron, then settles into a scowl. he reaches a hand out towards bee then stops, pulling it back.]
Do you even know where Ratchet set up?
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