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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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If it stays this way forever, he'll look into ways to cover at least that part of it, if only because it could draw unwanted attention. He can't cover his eyeball.]
I really hope it isn't permanent. Fixing it could be traumatic, however. If the merging of the two ships was this violent....
[He trails off, to allow her to finish the thought. At the same time, they've reached a bathroom, and he indicates that she should go inside.]
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It can't be permanent. Even if the captains are incompetent, there's people here who actually know what they're doing. They'll be able to fix the Ingress and get us all back to normal.
[There's a pause, and she glances off to the side, shrugging.]
As normal as any of us here can get, anyway.
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[He thinks of the unwelcome guest he'd had in his head, months earlier.]
I wonder if any of this has changed our DNA codes. It might only be superficial, or it might be as extensive as that.
[He steers her to a sink, turns the water on, flicks his fingertips under the stream to make sure it's not too hot. Practicalities. Then he moves to take one hand -- the bloodier one -- to ease it under the stream of water. His touch is very delicate.]
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[The way she says it sounds like it must be fact, just because she believes it couldn't be. ]
The Ingress or whatever caused this likely doesn't have the power to do something like that. It must be superficial.
[She glances down at him putting her hand under the water, hissing slightly and flinching as it hits her hand. It's not too hot, but there's a slight sting where she's sliced open her hands attempting to tear the glass out of her skin.]
Things will change once the Ingress decides to malfunction again.
[Whether or not it will be a good change is yet to be seen.]
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[When she flinches, he holds her hand a little more firmly, but not enough so to be uncomfortable, just enough to keep her from instinctively withdrawing it from under the faucet. His speech is still gentle, though.]
Just another minute now.
Things will change, but for the better or for worse, I can't say. I was hoping we'd be able to avoid this kind of thing. That they'd act so stupidly....
[A slow shake of his head, and he releases her hand and reaches for something to wrap it with.]
I've never had to kill anyone before.
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I'll never forgive them for putting me in a position where I had to.
[She pauses, because while her voice sounds upset, it's not really all that spiteful. Her tone's empty, there's no anger there.]
The Captains. I absolutely loathe them.
[Looking down, she watches him wrap her hand. It feels weird, letting someone else take care of her. In the back of her mind, she promises herself to not let it happen again. It's not that she doesn't appreciate it, it's that she hates the feeling of shock she's in, where she can't take care of herself.]
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[His sigh is grim.]
Give me your other hand.
[It also needs to be placed under the faucet, cleaned, something put on it.
He notes the lack of real asperity in her tone, but that doesn't mean she doesn't mean it.]
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[She shows a little more emotion as she disputes what he's just said, and gives a light shake of her head. ]
For naming three of us leaders, and putting the responsibility of cleaning up after their failure on us. For making us feel that we had to take matters into our own hands. For making us feel like we had a chance. I'll never forgive them for doing it, instead of handling things themselves.
[All that being said, she puts her other hand out for him to take.]
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Yes, you're absolutely right. I would say that I primarily blame the Caducans... but see where it all got them.
[He gets a nasty look in his remaining original eye when he says that -- one that implies that they got what they deserved, under the circumstances -- but it's gone almost as soon as it arrives.]
What do you think the captains should have done? I don't think they saw blowing them out of the sky as soon as they made themselves known as an option.
[This isn't a challenge: he sounds legitimately interested.]
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[Her tone rises, but not in anger. She's so upset over what's happened that she doesn't even know what to do with how she feels. Her hand moves out from under the water, and she grips hold of the edge of the sink. All she can do is stare at the ugly glass scar on her face and glare at her reflection.
Eventually, her white knuckled grip lessens, and she holds her hand back up for him to take.]
They should have taken charge of the leadership and handled the fallout instead of placing it on our shoulders.
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[His acknowledgment is calm, almost to the point of resignation, and he gently pushes her hand back under the stream of water, attempting to flush the cuts.]
I'm still not sure what they were hoping to achieve. Unity? Cooperation? [The intermittent disgust and resentment creeps back into his voice, but he's not sure where to direct it -- most of it should be on the Caducans for pursuing the whole thing to begin with. The Captains had been in what sounds like a series of difficult situations... then again, they had fully abdicated leadership when the time came.] Half of us are dead.
[That's hyperbole rather than an exact number. No one should have died and some people did anyway, and there's nowhere to take any normal desire for the same kind of revenge on the Caducans that the Caducans had been pursuing to begin with, no comfortable place it can rest. It's been this way for him for a while, since long before coming to the Moira.]
If that's not why they did it, left it to us, then why?
[He's tempted to tell her that it isn't her fault -- he thinks she must be thinking it, on some level -- but she'd turned on him earlier in a way that suggested that she'd resented when he'd perceived an emotional weakness on her part. So they both know it's not her fault, but it also seems that she'll feel better when the blame is squarely placed elsewhere.]