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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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"Who thinks you're a freak?! Name even one person!"
It would be easier if Pidge had any kind of idea where Dipper was coming from. It was true, he had his moments of insecurity, she'd certainly made note of those but....
"Why would you think you weren't smart? You're resourceful, you're clever, you always think on your feet!" She's shouting now, and she hopes with everything in her that he doesn't just think this is empty flattery or, if he does, he's really susceptible to it.
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That kind of thing...it stings. Middle school insults hurt when you're a middle schooler.
He clarifies, "Meathead Jason. Not the nice Jason."
The other Jason is an okay guy.
"Even Gwen, she..."
He remembered how she'd looked at him after he'd summoned up all those monsters. Maybe it'd changed after, maybe she'd gotten kinder and gentler and...
And...she had gotten kinder. After seeing how messed up he felt about it all.
Pidge's words hit home, too. Kindness hits home, just like it did last time he was brainwashed. Hal and Hiccup had gotten through to him with kindness, both their own and by reminding him of his sister's love.
He pauses and as he sits there, thinking about what Mabel would think, thinking about how she'd be sad and scared and still try to save him from himself, he just looks lost.
The little yellow light burns bright as he looks at Pidge.
"You're not supposed to try to make me think, or try to save me, you're supposed to think I'm a scary freak and run. Just like you were supposed to stop trying to be friends with me after I was a crazy person at Wash during training."
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She's getting through to him, right? This's is what that would look like, she's pretty sure.
"Neither would you, I bet." She takes his pause as an opportunity to take a step closer, her hands up in a peaceful position and a slight smile. "Look, Dipper, you've listed, what, two people out of all of the Legion? What about all the people who you know like you?"
Maybe if she can keep him thinking about anything other than murdering her, he'll think himself out of this. Please let him start trying to think of people.
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But his old self isn't something he can find again so easily. The Faceless' blood is in his veins and it isn't just going to go away. His body is still twisted and mutated and it can't be undone by him having a moment of clarity.
Maybe if this was a few months ago he'd have in him to fight harder but he's had to fight an awful lot for his sanity ever since he joined the Legion -- and before, in Gravity Falls, too.
"You need to run," he says, voice trembling. "It doesn't matter how hard I fight this, it's not going away. I can hear his voice screaming in my head, telling me to kill you."
The voice sounds too much like his own, just like the yellow light in his head had felt natural after Sinestro took him.
"But I might be able to fight it long enough for you to put some distance between us."
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Or she could run. She could get out of a situation that just a moment ago looked like certain death. She could find a way to undo this not just for Dipper, but for every member of The Legion.
She could leave him behind.
Part of her thought it was cowardly but the overwhelming part of it recognized it as just common sense. If anything went wrong in attacking him, that was a much lower chance of putting things right.
"I'll get you out of this! I promise! I'll think of something!"
She was going to wonder if this was the right thing to do until this whole thing was over, but still she turned to run.