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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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Something moving under the skin. Thin like wires and Delta has been very, very quiet. Still and terrified he crouches, swallowing. "Uh. Kid. Do me a favor and um."
Shit shit shit shit shit. "Look at the green chip at the base of my skull and tell me what you see?"
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Pidge swallows hard.
"Black veins. They're like wires and they are spreading. Fast."
What is she even supposed to do?
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That's the best he can offer at the moment, even as he reaches back to feel those wires digging in and writhing, burrowing deeper along his nerves.
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She experimentally presses her fingers to his skin, trying to see if there's any way to stop the spread.
It simply pushes past the pressure of her hand.
"OK," she breathes, "Just...stay with me, York. Concentrate on my voice. I can figure this out."
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"I'm still here for now, nngh. Just. In pain and. Trying to figure out why Delta's not fucking talking to me."
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Don't think there being no cure, or being infected before she finds a cure, she tells herself. There's a mission and she needs to complete it and that's it.
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He's not gonna let her determination to fix him get her killed. He's not.
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Well, an only chance is an only chance. "How clearly do you remember the way?"
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Not fun.
"Gotten turned around six ways to sunday every time I go through a damn door."
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Safe bet. Obvious, really, but it's the first step to getting where they need to go. Assuming it's sentient, maybe there's some kind of clue to what it's after, in the way the walls looked or the intensity of sound. She keeps sneaking glances back to York, looking for green eyes or any other sign that he's losing himself.
Or, heck, if he hears voices, they may tell him what's going on.
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He definitely remembers crawling back up out of a pile of bodies he's fairly sure weren't real.
Mostly sure.
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Is it some kind of virus, or some kind of brain disease? Thinking disease? Is it contagious and if it is, is it airborne or transferred by blood?
"That sounds about right. I just hope there's a way up..."
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It's relative.
"Just don't let me bleed on you or whatever. Don't go toward the light, ignore any people offering easy outs, etc. I think I hit all the cliches but..." This place is five kinds of new.
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No, in fact it's probably the worst thought right now. Should she just...not trust anyone over 30? She needs to do something more than blindly grope around the ship just in case they happen to trip over the solution. Who knows how bad York is going to get how quickly...
"We should mark where we've been."
Her bayard still has power. Thank god. It crackles to life as she drives it into the fleshy wall. The ship seems to rumble and creak in a way that suggests screaming a little to vividly for her liking but the burn mark stays.
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Better not risk it. In fact he goes so far as to power off his stun guns for the moment and leave their mutual safety in Pidge's hands- better way to keep her safe since he's half sure it's too damn late for him.
REALLY too late when he blinks and half turns to peer behind, seeing a flicker of a woman that's dead.
Allison
"I'd run if I were you." Even if Pidge can't see her- this is...it's not him, he's getting that. These aren't his ghosts.
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"Why? What's are you feeling?"
She needs information. Something to go on, to look for, to keep herself focused and sane as she traverses this nightmare. Any clue she can get towards saving him, and everyone, she'll take.
She just needs something...
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That's the only explanation he's got.
"D's feeling pretty fucking weird, I'm willing to bet. We're seeing. Ghosts. You need to go." Either she's a hallucination and he's failing, or she's not and can hurt Pidge. Either way.
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This thing can affect AIs? Or is it because it's affecting York it's affecting everything plugged into him too?
"Ghosts? Of someone you know?" Her eyebrows shoot up as she continues to back away. She probably doesn't have much time to get any more information out of him, but somehow it feels important.
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Or.
Tries to.
He gets as far as having his hand on the grip before something in his arm locks up tight- more of those wires peeling out from between the plating.