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

[drymonster]

[ oof. yeah. he just kind of nods in agreement... but then a minute later dahut's fucking ghost is popping up and he's just like :tails: ]

Da— Huh?? What?!

[teenrebellion]

She does have a thing with spirits.

[ but also. he turns his eyes away as the scroll appears and shouxue curls up like she wants to hide. ]

Isn't it bad enough without whatever that is...

[drymonster]

[ i'm sorry he'll get back to being sad soon but this has taken him out of it for the moment, now he's just thinking about all the dead people doing kinky shit in space hell like ??? ]

[teenrebellion]

[ while totty has a crisis about dead people and their kinks, more words are appearing on those scrolls. kazuki squeezes his eyes shut as sparks of electricity dance across his skin. ]

[drymonster]

[ god. ok hearing shouxue speak again pulls him back, though he kind of wishes it hadn't, because this is just painful to watch. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ this is why we don't watch. his eyes are already closed, but kazuki takes a deep, trembling breath, and covers them with a scarred hand, muttering angrily under his breath. ]

They don't deserve this. Least of all to be made some kind of spectacle.

[drymonster]

Yeah. I know.

[ he hates this, and he hates that he still kind of feels like he's the one who made this worst case scenario happen even if everyone's said otherwise. ]

[drymonster]

[ oh.




fuck.


glances over to kazuki, hoping he kept his eyes closed until the end. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ he did. he's tense, shaking, as the announcement goes off, as the iris pings with their last thoughts.

he turns on his heel and leaves as soon as they're able. ]