WEEK 2: DECOMMISSION

[dropoffs]

WEEK 2 EXECUTION

WITNESSES REQUIRED.

 

ALL CREW PLEASE REPORT TO SIMULATION ROOM 001 AT 1300 HOURS. REPEAT, ALL CREW PLEASE REPORT TO SIM ROOM 001 AT 1300 HOURS.

ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY.

CALLSIGNS FEATHERY AND TRUSTFALL ARE TO BE EXECUTED FOR THE ACT OF MURDER AGAINST FELLOW CREW. SENTENCE ░̴░̵░̴░̵░̴EN ̵P̴E̷R̸ ̵A̵░̶░̴░̵C̸L̴E̴ ̸8̴8̴░̶░̴.̵2̵░̸ ̴O̷░̴░̷░̶░̴ ̵I̷N̷░̵░̷░̴G̸A̸░̴░̴░̷░̷░̷░̶░̸ ̶░̷░̴░̷ ̴░̴░̷░̵░̸T̵ ̴T̸H̴░̴░̷░̶░̴ ̶C̷H̷A̷░̵░̸░̷░̶ ̶A̵░̷░̷░̸S̷░̷ ̸░̸░̸░̸I̶N̷░̸░̴ ̵A̵░̷S̸░̶S̶.

THOSE CONVICTED: PLEASE STEP FORWARD.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.

As the clock begins to wind towards 1:00 PM, things on the ship are... quiet. The tension is thick in the air, trepidation abundant. You pulled off the impossible - but was it worth it? Some of you are with the convicted in the brig, waiting, waiting, and the Senior Crew among you are just as tense. A few sit in the brig alongside you, while others wait outside. Hope against hope, right? That maybe something can be done.

(If nothing else, Sheba and Shouxue aren't alone in all of this. You've made sure of that.)

But, much like at trial, there is a shift to the silence. A pair of pneumonic hisses resound in the brig, and the convicted are simply - gone. The tubes that are used to take them away to the brig from the conference hall are now used to transport them elsewhere. No one is expelled from the brig. No one is locked out. They're simply taken away. And then the Eudora's AI calls out across the ship, informing you of where to go. Even if you don't make your way there willingly, your feet will carry you there.

None of you have ever seen the Sim & Grav rooms deactivated in full, before, but you do now - the eerie, orange glow of the blank space, filled with a faint, pink haze when you first arrive, doesn't make a particularly inviting scene when you arrive. But you're brought to the main, largest room, used for large group simulations and zero gravity runs, where a sweet scent lingers as the pink haze fades. And once you've gathered together to one side, that's where you'll be staying - a shimmery barrier falls down to separate you all from what the Eudora has decreed will be an execution.

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Comments

[murdergate]

[ screaming, crying, and girlfights in the background. approaching io from the side, speaking as he watches. ]

This is going to keep happening. Could we try putting the condemned in a pod soon as they're voted for? Would we be allowed? The Eudora and Nut Co. won't let them live.

[ arms crossed, gripping with nails into his skin ]

But what if they were kept unconscious?

[dropoffs]

[ there's a lot happening. ]

Mmm. It's something we'll have to talk about in our next meeting.

[ after this basically. shifting unevenly from one foot to the other as they watch sheba and shouxue. pausing quietly. ]

Even then, nothing goes right on this damn ship... could go sideways on us too. There's more we'd have to consider.

[murdergate]

Just a thought.

[ absently said as he watches what unfurls. somewhere in the distance, ichiban pounds his fists on the barrier. what a fucking sunday. ]

[dropoffs]

[ it's a thought but io's attention is already gone as sheba hits the ground with a sickening noise. they go almost impossibly still. ]

[murdergate]

[ silence after that wet near-crunch of body hitting a hard, unyielding surface. nodd exhales through his nose, lips pressed tight. ]