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Entry tags:
- *mission log,
- addison parker [original],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- beth greene [the walking dead (tv)],
- bruce wayne [batman:telltale],
- cathaway,
- commander shepard [mass effect],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lexa [the 100],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- nirad,
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- seviilia brightwing [warcraft],
- sirius black [harry potter],
- steve rogers [mcu]
A CURRENT FLOWING
CHARACTERS: Everyone (really)
WHERE: Outside of the Memory Bank, On the Lam, The Stealth Ship, and Station 72
WHEN: DAY :052/DAY :001
SUMMARY: Things don’t go exactly as planned. When do they ever?
WARNINGS: Violence, death, allusions to weaponized suicide. Will update further if necessary.
((OOC Notes: Feel free to play any of these events out. We’ll dip in with NPCs and so forth if it seems necessary/y’all ask, but feel free to take control of anyone if it lends to your threads. Backtagging and backdating is, as always welcome.
As of this log, all hosts have (more or less) safely arrived back on Station 72; all hosts - newly hatched and old hats - may now interact. YAY!
If you have any general questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: Outside of the Memory Bank, On the Lam, The Stealth Ship, and Station 72
WHEN: DAY :052/DAY :001
SUMMARY: Things don’t go exactly as planned. When do they ever?
WARNINGS: Violence, death, allusions to weaponized suicide. Will update further if necessary.
THE RIGHT PEOPLE:
Erastos Loke & Friends
When you finally catch up to Erastos Loke - his paper, his pens, his elegant furniture and his heavily-lidded eyes - it doesn’t take long to get him to talk. All he needs is a little persuasion or a lot of torture? Or, wait. Maybe we got those two mixed up. Either way, he starts to give the strike team intel once the screws are turned on him.
You’ve already begun to suspect most the information Loke gives over. H+H1 has stayed hidden by avoiding any strong organization and by staying extremely low-tech. Additionally, the most powerful members have been quietly manipulating Concordia’s politics and security to keep the actions of the organization obscured. They’ve tipped off Gorram Saffit, they’ve mislead and blackmailed the police. When you begin to press Loke about who gave them the devices that have allowed their bombs to become so deadly, he tells you frankly that he doesn’t understand them. They were given to him by a man - or someone who looked like a man, he clarifies, when Carata asks - who he had assumed to be some wealthy foreigner until he realized he couldn’t find any evidence of the gentleman’s existence. The mysterious stranger had given Loke the devices which consisted of two dozen small parts that could easily retrofit almost any bomb and allowed them to bypass Concordian security systems looking for highly modernizes tech. Prior to the stranger’s involvement, Loke had already been working with a number of his H+H1 associates - the stranger had sympathized and supported them, and the devices provided the power they needed. Who else has access to these devices? No one. Only Loke.
Unfortunately, when the hosts ask further probing questions about the mysterious stranger’s identity - Did he say who he was? Where he came from? - something goes very, very wrong. Erastos looks briefly stricken, then dabs at his nose. It’s bleeding? Quite a lot, actually. He barely has time to cry out before he begins bleeding from his eyes, his nose and his ears. Then Loke drops to the lush carpet beneath his feed, dead. Oops.
Before the hosts have time to react, an alarm starts to blare through the townhouse. Apparently Loke has a second security system tied to his vital signs. Suffice to say, your cover probably won’t survive this long. It might be a good idea to get the heck out of dodge and make your way to the rendezvous point for extraction.IN THE GAP WHERE IT SPARKS:
The Memory Bank & H+H1’s Bomb Squad
Thanks to the Batman + Prep Time and the Jr. Technophile, the bomb planted by H+H1 deep in the depths of the Omega Memory Bank is successfully located and disarmed although not without cutting it dangerously close to the wire.
Unfortunately nobody gets the chance to wipe the sweat from their brow. The H+H1 bomb squad knows the exact moment the bomb was supposed to go off, and they know exactly when they’ve failed. So even though Sirius and Company seemed like they could handle three average everyday people, they don’t get the chance. The lead Bomber makes the subtlest move towards her pocket - and triggers a secondary, smaller explosive on her person. The three members of the bomb squad are eliminated (hope you were standing a safe distance away, Sirius n’ Co), and while the collateral damage isn’t anything to sneeze at, it’s far from destructive enough to destroy the bank. Further, the explosion isn’t laced with any EMP blasts. While the hosts may not even be injured, the explosion definitely trips the Memory Bank’s fire suppression system as well as its local alarms. Soon (very soon), Concordian Public Security and Fire Teams will be on the scene. The hosts won’t want to be there when they arrive.SHEPHERDS AND YOUR CROWNS OF STARS:
Escaping Concordia & Returning to the Station
With Loke dead and the secret of the Enemy’s retrofit tech gone with him, and H+H1’s plot to blow the Memory Bank hamstrung by the efforts of the hosts, it’s time to get off planet. Lets be honest: your cover identities were never going to survive this. Luckily, between the minor explosion and a jail break causing riots under the city, Public Security can’t exactly rally their forces to come chasing after the hosts. They have much bigger fish to fry. Carata and Nirad made sure that all the hosts - Loke’s infiltration squad, the bomb disarmament group and the prison breakers - knew where to meet up after their respective assignments: a concrete channel for runoff where a familiar bus is waiting to sweep you all away to the outskirts of the city. It’s less pressing to be invisible now. No one will be left on the planet to suffer the consequences; any comatose members of the Nest have been carefully packed into the bus too. Isn’t that nice?
Once they arrive at the outskirts of the sprawling diamond-glittering city, a point of black in the sky elongates and expands as the stealth tech strips back from the ship that once brought them all here. With straggles wrangled and comatose friends carefully stowed, everyone boards the ship and rockets off from Opia’s surface. Concordia with its high rises and neon, its holographic advertisements and its press of humanity, its ever present buzz of synthetic paired with organic, falls rapidly away below the ship until it’s merely one bright point of many on a densely populated planet. And then Opia too drops away, becoming a dark marble in a deeper, blacker space. When the stealth ship jumps away, it does so with a nauseating jerk.
It’s a short trip back to the Station, the closest thing any of you have to home. Cathaway and Prince are waiting there to collect their equipment (though any additional souvenirs are yours to keep) and to welcome them back.
It’s been a long time and there are new faces to greet you. Time to get caught up. Set your clocks to DAY: 001.
((OOC Notes: Feel free to play any of these events out. We’ll dip in with NPCs and so forth if it seems necessary/y’all ask, but feel free to take control of anyone if it lends to your threads. Backtagging and backdating is, as always welcome.
As of this log, all hosts have (more or less) safely arrived back on Station 72; all hosts - newly hatched and old hats - may now interact. YAY!
If you have any general questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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[ This is really jut more stress that she shouldn't be putting on herself right now. She should be trying to decompress after the mission, not work herself up. But here she is, already thinking about what comes next and what she's going to have to do. ]
If I have to I'll find a way to control it myself.
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In that sense, they're somewhat similar.]
Well. Don't keep any particularly good ideas on how to control it just to yourself.
[A beat.]
What are you planning to do once we get back?
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[ She grimaces. ]
I'm not really a biologist, though. So I'm gonna have to find someone who is.
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Is there something specific you're looking for? [Something to do with the symbiote, maybe, if "medical data" was mentioned?]
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If these things in our heads can actually communicate, there has to be a way to detect and track it. If we can figure out how to tap into that using a machine instead of our own heads, we can probably get control of the station. Somehow.
[ You know, without having to mind-dive into a bunch of alien stuff. ]
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[Okay, this is definitely something that requires a more "hushed" tone. Bruce frowns, his mind already going over the what-ifs and other possibilities.
First thing is first, though:] (Cathaway won't like that.) [Not that should be much of a deterrent, mind you.]
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[ The retort is easy and pointed. Her erstwhile supervisor can take a hike, as far as she's concerned. ]
(I'm not doing it for her.)
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He certainly does agree with it in his own way.]
(I know. I'm just saying that you're going to need to be even more careful, because of that. We don't know exactly how the station or the symbiote completely works, so this is going to be completely uncharted territory for everyone.)
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[ Which is putting it mildly, but Pidge has a lot of confidence in her own abilities. At least for right now. She'll have to see when she actually rolls her sleeves up and gets into the weeds. ]
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(Not just weirder. Connected to all of our heads, too. Don't forget about that important detail.)
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[ Especially when they're using them to chat. ]
(Not like I have five other people bouncing around inside my head half the time.)
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[That's a horror story he's not sure he even wants to think about. But, being Bruce Wayne, he will consider the possibility to be a real thing.]
(Are you willing to run any big discoveries you find past me?)
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[ She appreciates the reminder, but she's sure she has everything under control. At least for now. ]
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[For now. That's the part that worries Bruce -- but that's just in general. However, he can't exactly call her idea a bad one, or an uncreative one. It's better than anything else he's heard thus far.]
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[ Sort of. She's mostly making it up, but she'll get to where she needs to be. ]