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spacecoast2023-04-05 07:32 am
dropoffs) wrote in spacecoast2023-04-05 07:32 am
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WEEK 3: DECOMMISSION
WEEK 3 EMERGENCY
HOSTILE ENTITY DETECTED.
ALERT: EMERGENCY IN SIM & GRAV ROOM. 1 HOSTILE ENTITY DETECTED. LOCKDOWN SEQUENCE FAILED. SYSTEM REBOOT FAILED.
LIFE SUPPORT STABLE. CLIMATE CONTROL UNSTABLE.
SIMULATION PROCESSING & VALIDATING SYSTEMS OVERLOADING.
WARNING: PROCEED WITH CAUTION CAU░̴░̵░̴░̵░̴ C░̴░̴TIO░̴ CA░̴░̴ION AS̴C̴E̶ND CAUTI░̴N C̴░̴░̴░̴ON EIKO̴N C̴AU░̴I░̴░̴ CA░̴T̵I̴O░̴ DOMINAN̷T̸ CA░̴░̴░̴░̴ C░̴UT░̴ON CA░̴░̴I̵O̵N̴ A̴E̴THER C░̴░̴░̴░̴ION CA░̴░̴░̴░̴N CA░̴░̴░̴N D̸R̴E̶A̶D̶WYRM...
MANDATORY CREW DEPLOYMENT IN CASE OF NEEDED REINFORCEMENTS. SR. CREW DESIGNATIONS PLEASE BE ON STANDBY. CRE
LIFE SUPPORT STABLE. CLIMATE CONTROL UNSTABLE.
SIMULATION PROCESSING & VALIDATING SYSTEMS OVERLOADING.
WARNING: PROCEED WITH CAUTION CAU░̴░̵░̴░̵░̴ C░̴░̴TIO░̴ CA░̴░̴ION AS̴C̴E̶ND CAUTI░̴N C̴░̴░̴░̴ON EIKO̴N C̴AU░̴I░̴░̴ CA░̴T̵I̴O░̴ DOMINAN̷T̸ CA░̴░̴░̴░̴ C░̴UT░̴ON CA░̴░̴I̵O̵N̴ A̴E̴THER C░̴░̴░̴░̴ION CA░̴░̴░̴░̴N CA░̴░̴░̴N D̸R̴E̶A̶D̶WYRM...
MANDATORY CREW DEPLOYMENT IN CASE OF NEEDED REINFORCEMENTS. SR. CREW DESIGNATIONS PLEASE BE ON STANDBY. CRE
As the clock begins to wind towards 1:00 PM, things on the ship are... quiet. 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.
A pair of pneumonic hisses, different in pitch this time—and the convicted is simply gone. The Eudora's AI calls out across the ship for a state of emergency in the Sim & Grav room. Even if you don't make your way to the location willingly, you find your feet taking you there.
The eerie, orange glow of the empty space greets you, filled with a faint, pink haze when you first arrive. 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. However, it is not empty... And it is not blank.
When the crew enters, they find themselves in the center of what looks like a massive tapered dome, spindly and tightly wound where they can't get a glimpse of the outside scenery. Its crystalline walls are a light pink in color with fiber grooves running along it. The floor is clear like glass and what they see below are threads of light and clusters of crystal stamens.
A voice echoes, "Return home, Dion... It's time to show the world the true power of Sanbreque."
Instantly, the protective shimmery barrier covers the crew in asylum when Dion appears in the arena with his lance. Only two may cross to the world beyond.
A pair of pneumonic hisses, different in pitch this time—and the convicted is simply gone. The Eudora's AI calls out across the ship for a state of emergency in the Sim & Grav room. Even if you don't make your way to the location willingly, you find your feet taking you there.
The eerie, orange glow of the empty space greets you, filled with a faint, pink haze when you first arrive. 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. However, it is not empty... And it is not blank.
When the crew enters, they find themselves in the center of what looks like a massive tapered dome, spindly and tightly wound where they can't get a glimpse of the outside scenery. Its crystalline walls are a light pink in color with fiber grooves running along it. The floor is clear like glass and what they see below are threads of light and clusters of crystal stamens.
A voice echoes, "Return home, Dion... It's time to show the world the true power of Sanbreque."
Instantly, the protective shimmery barrier covers the crew in asylum when Dion appears in the arena with his lance. Only two may cross to the world beyond.
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Someone will be there to heal their wounds, besides. [ true rpg party. he glances over at the hand on his shoulder and then looks away, back to the fight. ]
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[shuts up immediately as yuri gets bit]
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it's fine. this just kind of sucks all around but at least it's in yuri and nodd's hands - they'll take care of it. ]
...Even if it isn't, it's in simulations. And if there are lingering pains, we will take care of them when they return.
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Metis is there with them, too.
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anyway. despite everything, the grip he had has mostly relaxed now - he's never been quite reactive, but he has an unwavering faith in yuri, especially, and even if things do seem dire... ]
She wants to live. [ yuri. ] She will.
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[watches, concerned, as things continue to happen!!]
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...temenos' mouth moves soundlessly around what might be a prayer - the final syllable of which is closer to greagor, than the gods of solistia. does it ever matter, if you pray to a god, anyway? whether you pray to one you believe in, or not?
his gaze stays on the battlefield, though, on yuri and nodd's still bodies, tense and silent, fingers twitching. like he could just reach in and pull out the nanite and tear it free. cast a revival spell, stop this in its tracks. too little, too late. come on. come on. ]