WAYPOINT SHRIL, PT.3

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CHARACTERS: All (New Hosts may tag anything from their arrival date on Waypoint Shril forward.)
WHERE: THE FAIR HEART, WAYPOINT SHRIL & SURROUNDING SPACE
WHEN: Day :038 - :039
SUMMARY: A theft, a rescue, and of course - the grand finale of the galaxy's most fabulous competition.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary.

LATE ON DAY :038, a select group of Hosts makes their way to the imposing mobile headquarters of the ABA!, the retrofitted prison ship known as The Fair Heart. The goal? Steal those prizes, break out the captured rescue team, and make a clean getaway.

Or just get away at all. That works too.

THE FAIR HEART
     A. THE RECON TEAM Congratulations, you're in a cell and stuck with a tracking bracelet. But it isn't all bad. The food's okay and the company is-- well, whatever. It could always be worse. Sure, getting interrogated isn't the best part of the day, but if you're lucky you might get to sit down and have a conversation with the mercenary group's second in command, Vinka. Vinka is nice. He cracks jokes. He plays space chess. He's clearly the good cop. If you're unlucky you'll get stuck answering the questions of a very dry, humorless cyborg called Bradd who likes to use his arm attachment to shock people.

But eventually you begin to sense the minds of your fellow Hosts nearing. Time to prepare for an escape.

     B. THE HEIST TEAM You all know where you're going, right? Now it's just a matter of getting there more or less safely. There's a bunch of security measures between you and your goal, so proceed carefully. Or don't. After all, the rescue team is headed in the opposite direction and someone will need to cover their tracks won't they?

     C. THE RESCUE TEAM Here's what you know: somewhere in this labyrinthine ship your friends are being held captive. Where they are and how to get to them is a goshdang mystery. And once you figure it out, it looks like you're going to be getting very close with The Fair Heart's personnel. On top of that, shouldn't you be helping to distract security from paying attention to the vault? Boy, you've got your work cut out for you.

     GET THE HECK OUTTA DODGE Once the prizes are removed from the vault or the prisoners are taken from their cells, an alarm will sound. Time to go! Fight or cleverly elude your way out of The Fair Heart. Get a ride (any ride will do) and take off. Mind The Fair Heart's guns, darling.

     FASTER. FASTER WOULD BE BETTER. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Once you've escaped The Fair Heart, you'll be facing off with a literal armada of ships trying to blow you out of the sky. Luckily you've got backup. Station 72 is the biggest thing in the sky and it's moving. Towards you. Through other ships. There's a lot of explosions.


WAYPOINT SHRIL
     LET THE GAME BEGIN! Remember how everyone had to carefully register their team and jump through a bunch of hoops to get to the finale of the ABA!? Well there's been a scheduling change. Thanks to Miss Mystery's announcement, everyone and their great grandmother is now an official competitor. And lots and lots of them are taking it seriously.

     GET TO THE CHOPPER! There's a mad dash to take to the sky. Waypoint Shril has been transformed into utter chaos. Platform Alfa is a mess. Ships are being hijacked. ABA! employees driving shuttles are now ditching their jobs to compete. Waypoint civilians who stuck around through the madness are taking their ships out of their garages and taking off through the Jump and the Graveyard. If you're a Host on Waypoint Shril, it might be a good idea to get off it.

Luckily if you were competing in the ABA! you're practically ready to go. After all, weren't most of you building a ship to compete in the finale with? If you take the fruits of your labor, you better hope your astroengineering holds up to a high stress environment.

CAUSE A RUCKUS: Your friends are flying against an armada. Shooting down the competition might be a good idea.



THE GRAND FINALE
GUESS WE BETTER JUMP: Just make sure to get to the Station before it jumps to the void. It would be very, very easy to get left behind. (Be aware that if a Host is left behind, you will be dropping the game.)

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((OOC NOTES: This log is the catch-all for the finale of Waypoint Shril. It covers the heist, the rescue and the escape from The Fair Heart in addition to any events taking place concurrently on Waypoint Shril. It covers the escape from this universe and taking the Station back into the void. Questions? Check out the OOC POST. If you have additional questions that aren't answered there, feel free to either drop a note in the log-specific questions thread or touch base with us on the Mod Contact page.

'Wait, can I NPC this character?' When it doubt, the answer is probably yes. Use your best judgement, but we encourage you to go wild. Should you desire mod input or for us to bounce into a thread, feel free to reach out to us and we'll be happy to accommodate. We may also be threadjacking some of these threads, however don't feel compelled to wait for us to do so. Have fun and don't get killed!))

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Comments

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam's skirting the edges of her mind and holding himself back purposefully for more than just the normal respecting her privacy. They've trained mentally together, and he's close enough with her that things make it across their connection despite his normal shielding - but he's on a higher level now.

Whatever she's feeling locked in a cell isn't something she should be forced to share with him - and it's something that he fears might resonate too deep.

But he offers anyway, a wordless impression that she doesn't have to hold back or hide, that she can bleed off whatever she needs to on him and he'll take it with no commentary. ]

( I'd call it mildly disgruntled at most. )

[wille]

[ There's something like laughter from her end. It's not even funny. But she wants to laugh. It's silly, how she thinks it might help her to think that this is less serious than it is, that it's a matter worth laughing at, that there's nothing to worry about. ]

( I can deal with a mildly disgruntled Sam. Angry Sam now, that might be a bit too much for me. )

[ She takes the invitation to share her mind, like a curtain slightly lifted in a pitch-black room to allow the piercing sunlight in for the briefest moment. The chill of Antarctica makes your very bones ache and in the winter it's always dark, but in the isolation room it's always bright white. The walls, the chairs, her arms around her knees. She is sitting on a box full of monsters that would raze the world if she budges, and it is up to her and her alone to keep them locked up inside. ]

( Where are you? )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ There's an echo of a chuckle back, even though it's not really funny. If they're laughing at it, it can't be anything terrible, can't be more than a brief hiccup in their plan. ]

( Nah, takes more than this to get me good and angry. )

[ But there's still something like relief when she opens her mind to share with him, and he does the same. His mental presence stretches around her like wings, draping over her shoulders like a feathered blanket. He knows the feeling, the bright white of a cell, one worlds away - and he can't be there yet to get her out, but he can try to be here to remind her she doesn't have to do it alone. ]

( On a stealth ship, not far out from the Fair Heart. We changed things up a little - the heist team is going in as planned, but we're boarding at the same time, gonna try to confuse the guards and get them scattered. )

[wille]

[ Yes. Yes, Misato likes this strategy, this taming of one's own monsters by simply redefining them, turning enemies into allies, hurdles into fuel for the fight by sheer force of will. She takes every little drop of the fear that threatens to drown her and wills herself to rise above its surface. Higher, higher still. The blanket he drapes around her are wings, see, it doesn't weigh her down. ]

( Good. That's good. The heist is number one priority. )

[ She talks as if she has any right to say so. Not humble enough to even acknowledge her lack of authority. ]

( Once you get us freed, we should draw as many of the guards to us as possible. We can handle that, can't we? )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ It's a strategy that's served Sam well over the years. It's not like you can ever make your demons go away, not really, but you can reframe them. If he can help give her the wings to make her fly - hell, what better could he ask for?

The heist isn't Sam's number one priority. He's played support this whole time, gathering information and doing his best to give their competitors an edge, doing what he could to contribute - pretty much entirely with the motivation of keeping everyone alive. He's still not sure he buys into the missions they're being sent on, but making sure everyone survives? That's always something he'll strive for.

But making sure the heist team gets out okay is a priority, so he doesn't disagree. Instead there's the sensation of a flash of a grin, and a surge of easy confidence that comes from faith in himself as well as those he's with. ]

( With you and Clint on top of the team we've got coming in? Hell yeah we can. )

[wille]

[ How frighteningly selfless he is. There's the sense of a held breath, waves receding from a shore as she draws herself back, inward, an exercise in keeping each fragment of herself contained and in its proper place. Anytime now, she would need to rise up to action and for that, she must keep herself together. It takes such great effort.

When she comes back, her mind feels cut into shape, structured, built for the purpose of being structured. ]

( Is Damon with you? He got a bit worked up. I don't want him jeopardizing this. )

[ Translation: he said he's going to whoop my ass but if he whoops my ass then we wouldn't be able to go through with this Highly Professional Plan, and also help I'm not sure why he even cares so much and what I should do about that. ]