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SILENT HORIZON - [Part 1: The In-Between] [modplot]
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| 2 spoopy
Where| In The In-Between, the pocket dimension inside the Silent Horizon
When| After Valor's Day. Mission starts shortly before "No Sanity Clause" and runs simultaneously in game time
Warnings/Notes| Potential warnings for EVERYTHING. This is a horror plot that may tread a lot of ground. Please keep in mind that you can stumble on disturbing stuff in almost any thread. We advise all players to put warnings in the subjects of threads when they lean towards cut-worthy stuff.
The mission was simple. The team had to board the derelict Silent Horizon, a ship with an experimental stardrive, after it finally reappeared in UP space, many hours after it was supposed to reappear, during its first field test. No life signs were aboard, but the presence of several Roboticans on the crew -- who were undetectable by bioscan -- meant that the ship had to be boarded to make sure the Robotican crewmen were gone, too.
The United Planets government, concerned about the loss of the crew members, asked the Legion to step in, in case the threat on board was of a metapowered nature. Due to the massive danger implied by an entire starship crew going missing, the response team sent on the mission was relatively large, more than enough to handle any hostiles. None of this "we'll just send one tiny team to go alone into a giant starship against an unknown threat" business. No, if there was a hostile force on the ship, the plan was "let's drop 25+ Legionnaires on its head." Safety in numbers.
It was a good idea. In theory. In most cases, it would've given them the edge that would've let them face something very nasty without succumbing to it themselves. But in practice, it just meant that it was a much larger team that suddenly went missing after watching the last video log of the previous crew on the command deck.
Screams poured out of the screen the moment it started to play -- automatically -- when they entered the command deck. Onscreen, they saw the original crew murdering each other, tearing each other apart in a blood-soaked rampage.
"Wait, stop! What's wrong with everyone? Why are you --?" cried out one of the Robotican crew members, clearly immune from whatever was causing the madness, but his cries went unheeded as one of his Coluan crew-mates bashed his head clean off with a chair.
After the video played, the darkness swept in, wrapping around the whole team of Legionnaires, making them feel frozen all the way down to their bones and stealing consciousness away from them. When they woke again, they all found themselves separated, waking up in a realm of nightmares.
The halls breathe here -- at least in the places that have walls. They flex in and out, like the passageways inside the lungs. Sometimes the walls give way to open nightmare-scapes, remote and foggy, or bright and alien and exposed. The landscape bends and shifts around them, reacting to their thoughts and fears. And every so often, far off, there is the pitter-pat of something strange moving through this place. Like the sound of many feet -- or hands -- slapping against the ground or flesh-walls.
At some point, there is always a voice that each of them hears, tinny and robotic and distant, warning them of a being called the Faceless, that rules this realm. They're told not to feed from his blood, that if they do they'll be made a part of this place. If they accept his offer, and change forms, they'll eventually bleed to death, and if the Faceless isn't stopped before they die, those that die in their mutated forms will belong to him forever.
It's not the only voice they'll hear, though. This is a land filled with whispers. And screams. And the sounds of begging sometimes, too.
And for some of the Legionnaires, the In-Between speaks to them, touches something deep and dark inside them -- and it's calling them home.
What| 2 spoopy
Where| In The In-Between, the pocket dimension inside the Silent Horizon
When| After Valor's Day. Mission starts shortly before "No Sanity Clause" and runs simultaneously in game time
Warnings/Notes| Potential warnings for EVERYTHING. This is a horror plot that may tread a lot of ground. Please keep in mind that you can stumble on disturbing stuff in almost any thread. We advise all players to put warnings in the subjects of threads when they lean towards cut-worthy stuff.
The mission was simple. The team had to board the derelict Silent Horizon, a ship with an experimental stardrive, after it finally reappeared in UP space, many hours after it was supposed to reappear, during its first field test. No life signs were aboard, but the presence of several Roboticans on the crew -- who were undetectable by bioscan -- meant that the ship had to be boarded to make sure the Robotican crewmen were gone, too.
The United Planets government, concerned about the loss of the crew members, asked the Legion to step in, in case the threat on board was of a metapowered nature. Due to the massive danger implied by an entire starship crew going missing, the response team sent on the mission was relatively large, more than enough to handle any hostiles. None of this "we'll just send one tiny team to go alone into a giant starship against an unknown threat" business. No, if there was a hostile force on the ship, the plan was "let's drop 25+ Legionnaires on its head." Safety in numbers.
It was a good idea. In theory. In most cases, it would've given them the edge that would've let them face something very nasty without succumbing to it themselves. But in practice, it just meant that it was a much larger team that suddenly went missing after watching the last video log of the previous crew on the command deck.
Screams poured out of the screen the moment it started to play -- automatically -- when they entered the command deck. Onscreen, they saw the original crew murdering each other, tearing each other apart in a blood-soaked rampage.
"Wait, stop! What's wrong with everyone? Why are you --?" cried out one of the Robotican crew members, clearly immune from whatever was causing the madness, but his cries went unheeded as one of his Coluan crew-mates bashed his head clean off with a chair.
After the video played, the darkness swept in, wrapping around the whole team of Legionnaires, making them feel frozen all the way down to their bones and stealing consciousness away from them. When they woke again, they all found themselves separated, waking up in a realm of nightmares.
The halls breathe here -- at least in the places that have walls. They flex in and out, like the passageways inside the lungs. Sometimes the walls give way to open nightmare-scapes, remote and foggy, or bright and alien and exposed. The landscape bends and shifts around them, reacting to their thoughts and fears. And every so often, far off, there is the pitter-pat of something strange moving through this place. Like the sound of many feet -- or hands -- slapping against the ground or flesh-walls.
At some point, there is always a voice that each of them hears, tinny and robotic and distant, warning them of a being called the Faceless, that rules this realm. They're told not to feed from his blood, that if they do they'll be made a part of this place. If they accept his offer, and change forms, they'll eventually bleed to death, and if the Faceless isn't stopped before they die, those that die in their mutated forms will belong to him forever.
It's not the only voice they'll hear, though. This is a land filled with whispers. And screams. And the sounds of begging sometimes, too.
And for some of the Legionnaires, the In-Between speaks to them, touches something deep and dark inside them -- and it's calling them home.
Pidge
It was her home, this was her family. Her father, her brother, her mother...even her dog was there, alive and OK. Her mother was just putting dinner on the table, her father was trying to sneak a bite of broccoli before she'd even called them to the table, her brother was just standing up from feeding the dog and...
There she was, with her hair long and her dress wrinkled from the work she'd been doing on the small machines her father had brought home from the Garrison. She was smiling and talking and Pidge couldn't hear a single word from any of them.
She must have gone deaf from the screaming before she blacked out, that was the only explanation. The tinny distant sound in her ears didn't come from the conversation that she could clearly see taking place. Her brother said something, but the sound-
-came from behind her.
There was a hallway behind her -where she knows the door is supposed to be- and in the distance she hears the familiar voices of her family. It resembles nothing so much as a black hole, and when she steps through it and sees herself.
She's Pidge and she's Katie, one and the same, and now she is staring at herself down the hall. Herself before her brother and father were taken, before she disguised herself and joined the Garrison. Before Voltron.
"Katie" is smiling, and Pidge knows the only way to go is deeper but when she blinks, the clone is gone and her family is there. She blinks again, and a Galra Druid looms over them, impossibly tall. Their voices are gone, moved somewhere further down. Her mother is sickly pale and thin, her father is in chains, and her brother has had his arms replaced by the Galra's prosthetics.
She hears herself scream, but there's a louder scream in her head telling her to save them. If she just goes down the next hall...and the next and the next...
If she gets away from whatever is following her.
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The landscape that's directly outside the house is a steep hill, and Pidge and the person that tackled her hit the grass and roll down the hillside. Arms wrap tightly around her, as the person who tackled her curls their body around her to try to protect her from being hurt as they roll down the embankment.
Then finally they roll to a stop.
Better punch that monster clinging to you, Pidge.
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Until she lands on the ground, and winds up a punch. It's only fortunate that she's got a terrible angle on her hit and has to look over to her side to see what's on her...
"Dipper?"
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"Uh. Hi," he says, his voice slightly chirpy despite their situation.
Then he realizes he's still holding onto her and whoops. Haha, time to stop doing that.
He withdraws his arms like he's suddenly just realized he's holding onto a rabid raccoon, and pushes himself up to a sit, looking at the way they'd fallen from. He can't even tell if the house is there anymore due to the fog, but at the very least nothing seems to be chasing them. Yet.
He's a little worse for wear. His right sleeve is shredded all the way up to the shoulder and he has little cuts and tears all over his costume that look like they go at least skin deep, judging from the blood stains. Fortunately, he has no major injuries, though.
He looks around for his baseball cap and notices it's within arm's reach. Leaning over to snag it, he puts it back on his head, and turns back to look at her.
"There was, uh. A monster. That was about to get you from behind. So..." So his first impulse had been to tackle her out of a second-story window. Naturally. "Are you okay?"
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"Hi. Is that a birthmark or did you parents sign a permission slip for a tattoo?" Well, that explains the name. Unless she broke her head and is hallucinating, which isn't a possibility she can rule out right now.
But no, she can sit up and move all her extremities. She finds herself staring at where the house used to be a little too long.
So close and now gone again.
"Just a little shaken," her eyes dart to his cuts. "Are you OK?"
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"Jumping out a second floor window's got nothing on jumping a hundred feet off a cliff into a giant robot," he says with the tiniest grin.
It's kind of like all you have to do is lightly poke him and improbable stories fall out.
He holds out a hand to help her up.
"We should keep moving."
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She holds still for a moment, eyes flickering around trying to make sure there wasn't anything else going to barrel in, then she moves, resheathing the sword and walking on all fours towards Pidge.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
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She gestures towards her family, trying to catch up to her own thoughts. "They're my family. They're in trouble. I don't know how but...I need to help them."
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She puts a hand on Pidge's shoulder. "It's not real," she says firmly. "Look away - there's no point torturing yourself by looking at it."
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No, she's right. Of course she's right, but it's so much harder than Pidge anticipates. "I haven't even seen them for a year, not after they were kidnapped. They could be being tortured right now and I can't-"
The tears obscuring her vision are making it easier to break her gaze, and she finally has to close her eyes against the sting.
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"I'm sorry you've been separated from them," she says, and it's softer and more gentle than even she expected it to be. "Do you love them?"
It's a stupid question, she knows, but she asks anyway. She has her reasons, honest.
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"I stole government secrets for them."
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She hesitates, because she's not as comfortable dealing with young people who aren't Kubo, but then throws caution to the wind to hug the young woman.
She looks like she needs it.
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"Right...I can do that..." it sounds more like she's trying to convince herself than anything, but as long as she keeps it up, she just might. Pidge pulls away after a few more moments, whispering "thank you."
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She lets go as soon as Pidge steps back, and nods. "You're welcome. Come, there's a way out this way." Sariatu turns and sweeps out, her back to the table where the Holts sit, clearly expecting Pidge to follow. Hoping she'll do it without looking back.
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She can't help herself. She gives them one last glance, and pauses just at the door. She knows they aren't real, but it's just been so long and desperation can make you do irrational things...