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spacecoast2023-04-05 07:38 am
dropoffs) wrote in spacecoast2023-04-05 07:38 am
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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.
no subject
But she knows she'd rather be as she is, with the LCB, than living that picture-perfect dream. Reality is dirty, it's ugly, it's glass-shattering pain, but here, the bonds mean so much more.
She hopes. And sometimes that's good enough. ]
You better answer when we come knocking.
[ She's going to send soooo many annoying messages at you until then. And so, with less resistance now, she goes for the cleanest and swiftest option. ]
no subject
[one more tease for the road, y'know.
but it's best like this. if he doesn't have control over his own will, his own path, then at least--
he is little more than an outcast. he's a little more than an outcast, with them.
her axe sinks into him, without resistance. it strikes true, just like he knew it would; just like he trusted her to do, if it ever came to this. her axe in his body, or his arm in hers, one way or the other.
whatever it is that he breathes with his last breath, she's the only one who will hear it. see you later.
and with that, gregor is dead.]
no subject
the other, laid out on the ground after breathing out his last words to her, his body cleaved, meeting peace by a friend of a friend, the blade of an axe. where two sinners once stood, one lays on the scorched earth remains of it all.
the clock's ticking, but there's no turning it back this time, it seems. a notification pings onto everyone's i.r.i.s. ]
PLEASE RETURN ALL DECOMMISSIONED CREW TO THE STASIS BAY.
[ as if you needed the announcement as the barrier falls. gregor is dead. ]
no subject
[ Well, she gets right to it, then. She's going to pick up Gregor's body and start moving. The sooner to the cryopod, the better. ]