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WEEK 5: DECOMMISSION
WEEK 5 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.
CALLSIGN UNGEZIEFER IS 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.
WOULD THE CONVICTED PLEASE STEP FORWARD.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.
ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY.
CALLSIGN UNGEZIEFER IS 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.
WOULD THE CONVICTED PLEASE STEP FORWARD.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.
As the clock begins to wind towards that time once again, things on the ship are... quiet. The tension is thick in the air, trepidation abundant. Despite it all, you were able to find the killer, but at what cost? Some of you are with the convicted in the brig, waiting, waiting, and the Senior Crew among you are just as tense, some running systems checks anxiously in wait of whatever anomaly may be about to occur. A few sit in the brig alongside you, while others wait outside. Hope against hope, right? That maybe something can be done in the face of all these anomalies, week after week?
But, much like at trial, there is a shift to the silence. A sharp pneumonic hiss resound in the brig, and the convicted is simply - gone. The tubes that were used to take him away to the brig from the conference hall are now used to transport him elsewhere. No one is expelled from the brig. No one is locked out. And then the Eudora's AI calls out across the ship, informing you of where to go, a mandatory execution once again... but when has it never not been mandatory? Fear, anxiety, pain, rage... feel it, hold fast to it. Even if you don't make your way there willingly, your feet will carry you there to that wretched sim room once more.
The Sim & Grav rooms are deactivated in full - 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.
But, much like at trial, there is a shift to the silence. A sharp pneumonic hiss resound in the brig, and the convicted is simply - gone. The tubes that were used to take him away to the brig from the conference hall are now used to transport him elsewhere. No one is expelled from the brig. No one is locked out. And then the Eudora's AI calls out across the ship, informing you of where to go, a mandatory execution once again... but when has it never not been mandatory? Fear, anxiety, pain, rage... feel it, hold fast to it. Even if you don't make your way there willingly, your feet will carry you there to that wretched sim room once more.
The Sim & Grav rooms are deactivated in full - 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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Didn't think she'd be happy with anyone else doing it.
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No, and I don't blame her. But that doesn't mean it isn't still going to be difficult for them, you know? [ a pause. ] Especially with how the last few times have gone.
[ this ship is full of surprises. ]
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Never said it wouldn't be. [ hopefully someone has a heal gun if she really gets fucked up in there, which, wow, knowing our plant trauma. ]
But it's not the worst to have someone who knows you around for things like this.
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...familiarity and all. [ and, you know, sort of feeling like at least you're doing something in the end. he doesn't say that out loud though. ] At least they know what they're there for.
[ which is about all he gets to say before there's suddenly bursts of roses that startle the hell out of him. HELLO. ]
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closes his mouth to stop replying. there goes the E.G.O. ]
Yuri was pretty worried about people getting their hands on these at auction. [ HE CAN SEE WHY. ]
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...when it corrodes like that, it's really, really hard to control. [ it's mumbled, but he's not taking his eyes off of the two of them now. maybe gregor will have an easier time? god he hopes so, but. ] This isn't going to be good.
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Probably not. But if anyone knows their way around them, it'd be Rodya.
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[ but what if an E.G.O. is extremely powerful and amplified by being afflicted? what if he doesn't voice that out loud actually. ]
Yeah. If anyone can handle this, it's Rodya. [ a ]
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...
[ all they really can do is assume that rodion will be able to handle it, in the way they expect she can. no pressure, babe. ]
... [ he nods. ] We can cover any injuries when she gets out.
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but yeah. he's just folding his arms over his chest, gripping the greasy, rusty elbow of his metal-cased arm. ]
Yeah. Pods are open and we have heal guns left...as long as people brought them with them today.
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the rest... the rest can come afterwards. ]
Right. [ ... ] Even if they didn't, we can move fast.
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regardless, he nods and goes silent again to watch this because this just got, like, ten times worse. oof. ]
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"he mumbled it" she has really good hearing idk]
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she's probably itching her arm absently, leaving red marks.]
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and offers metal hand? please stop scratching, he gets it, but don't hurt yourself. ]
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he can probably catch her mumble a curse under her breath when rodya stumbles.]
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If they can keep it under control...maybe it won't be as bad. [ also mumbled. but his tone says that they both know how this is probably going to go. ]
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