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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.
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"Yeah, yeah, blame it on the environment." She fires back, swears as the gun jams.
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Now is NOT the time or place to have this conversation and yet, here they are. "Delta's gone AFK and I need someone I trust on my six, that's you."
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Jealous, bitter, afraid of being forgotten and left behind - her voice isn't strong and defiant, it's scared.
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Why is this his life?
"I am half blind and pretty sure I'm concussed and the only other person I trust to not get me killed in mid to close quarters? Is you. Because you are that good, all on your fucking own." Seriously. "We need to be quick and quiet cuz there are THINGS fucking running around trying to kill us and you are the sneakiest motherfucker that doesn't need to cheat to get around."
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But it wars with what he's saying and what she knows about him - first and foremost being that he's a terrible liar. That alone helps her pull a little from the threatening despair.
"Yeah?" It's tentative, a little seeking, but breaking aware from the previous tension she'd held.
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Carefully he peers around the corner of his cover. "Come on. We need to get out of here before something tries to eat us. I've seen this horror movie, man, the bitching lady with the kickass hair is always a survivor and I wanna stick with you."
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Still, it does give her enough strength to nod, holster her weapon, and sprint across the hall to join him.
"So. Where next?"
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"Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here."
Which begs the follow up question, "Where is here anyway? I thought ... I thought we were back on the MOI, for a moment."
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And that makes no goddamn sense.
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"Is there a map? Directory or something?"
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"I'll take that damn leaderboard over digging my way out of a pit of blonde corpses, thanks."
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And speaking of fleshy hallways full of blood, it looks like that's where their current path is leading them. South hesitates, but she looks behind her because that's where the Monsters are lurking, just beyond sight and hearing. She can still feel the whispers. "Blonde corpses ..."
She doesn't get it. She looks over at him and he can probably imagine her frown by the way she's got her helmet tipped.
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Nevermind Maine and Wyoming moving UP when they maimed him. Anywhere else? they'd have been court martialed.
"When we get out of here I'll explain- well. Everything that I can. It's connected to the AI and the Direction, it's fucked up, and that's all I really wanna say right now. I keep tripping over bits of you, Carolina, Maine, and your brother too. It's fucking great."
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"Damn, this place really has it in for us, doesn't it?" She pulls her gun up and edges down the hallway, trying to step over the worse of the gore. "So ... not talking about home for now, not talking about ... this hallway, for now ... you seeing anyone?"
Because it's definitely a good time for a distraction.
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or.
Quickly, who knows.
He has to draw up short at that question and just. "What?"
WHAT?
"I- uh. No? Been busy with the whole super hero gig."
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It's nothing more than distraction. The whole place has her unsettled and she's afraid of delving too deep into the thoughts that keep worming their way into her head.
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South stops to turn and tilt her helmet at him, and from the darkness behind her looms a large, armored individual; plating piecemeal, colors indecipherable from the smear of blood and gore its collected through its hallway ramblings.
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"On your six!" He brings his stun (ha) gun up and waits the microsecond he knows it'll take her to duck before firing.
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York's shot hits and it reels back with the force - unable to recover immediately for a secondary attack. South, meanwhile, had dropped to her knees and is in the process of trying to tear her helmet off.
"Shut it up -- shut it up!" If York hears, he'll leave. If York knows I'm not worth it ...
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"I need you here with me, Ok? We just have to get out of here and it's gonna be fine-" He says, half blind and itching with something clawing along under his skin, the first drips of blood from wires poking out along his jaw beading down his face.
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York grabbing her by the waist pulls her from her own panic for a moment. She drops the helmet and grabs onto York, giving him a wild look.
"York - what the fuck happened to your face?!"
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"Something is wrong with Delta and you need to get the fuck out of here before this shit eats your brain too."
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