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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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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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"I don't have an AI, remember?" She's sure as hell not going to get one now if this is what happens. She shoves York off. "Just pull him if he's causing so much trouble."
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He gestures, wires tear free from the thin spaces between the armor plating, bloody and reaching for the walls, the floor- for South. "Get out before these ghosts fuck you up-"
Like, say, a giant shambling image of her brother that bowls York over between one word and the next, crashing him into the adjacent wall.
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Then she keeps firing because of who it is.
Something inside her just snaps - a sudden sickening thinking it actually was North, and then some dim understanding that it probably wasn't, given the circumstances. It's only vaguely an attempt to save York, but something deeper takes over as she repeatedly pulls the trigger. It was payback. All that anger, all that bitter jealousy, pours out in a rain of stun rounds. She's not even aware of the fact that she's yelling, screaming - raw and primal - until her throat strains the sound into a crackle. The gun clicks as it runs out of ammunition but there's a few moments that she keeps pulling it.
"Fuck ..." It's whispered, she's almost unaware of it. She freezes, dropping the gun and watching the shadows with bated breath. Would North emerge? Or that strange wirey mess that York was becoming? A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to run - neither way was going to be pleasant.
But she stayed, leaned forward to peer into the darkness.
"Y-york?"
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"Run." It's behind her. Another one, another shade and, god, is this what's been hunting her? North and the director's voice? Things that look like him, sound like him, things that belittle the fuck out of her?
Is this how she sees them?
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Running sounded like the best idea, and she finally breaks away from the mental hold and bolts down the hallway into darkness. She can hear the monster lumbering into motion behind her, the whispers start up again; like echoing reverb that shakes her soul. Hey, maybe if she killed York too, she'd move another rank on the board?
She doesn't stop, instead trying to focus on getting as much space between the monsters and herself, trying to get out of earshot of those whispers. Sorry York, she'll feel bad about abandoning you for a hot second.