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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.
Re: Kubo
The other was huge and moved like it had elastic in its joints. There was far too much bending the wrong way before each limb snapped back into the direction it was built to actually bend, and both shapes were bolting towards Pidge.
The large one, though, was running much faster on its four long legs. The distance it ate up made it clear that it was even larger than it had seemed as it drew closer.
The smaller one was making sounds a lot like a very bluesy guitar.
There was also some yelling from a distinctly human voice, as both shapes ran in Pidge's direction.
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"Kubo!" She needs him to know she's there so that he doesn't turn his instrument on her out of fear, but it also robs her of her opportunity to use any kind of stealth. "Get behind me!"
But if she aims her bayard between it's legs and hooks into the rock behind it, before whipping it to the side. Banking on the monster to trip and fall is...actually a really tall order but if this works it'll buy them an opportunity to kill it.
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Relief filled him at seeing another Legionnaire - this one NOT half a monstrosity.
He didn't take Pidge's offer to get behind her, only because playing his shamisen at her side worked as well. His origami flock swooped through the fog around the big, rubbery-looking beast, pestering it into distraction.
"I can keep it distracted but I can't get it off my trail," he said, keeping the song up.
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And after the creature just stepped over the cord of her bayard.
Uh, OK, she needs a new plan. The paper birds swarming around it are a good distraction, but they need more.
"...Do you think you could distract it long enough for me to climb it?"
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Still, as the rubbery-limbed beast fended off his birds and Kubo played madly to reform them, he looked at Pidge aghast.
"Why would you?"
That seemed tremendously dangerous!
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And guillotine it, but she really doesn't want to mention that part. It might be...a bit much for Kubo.
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If she could confidently plan to jump on the back of an enormous terrorbeast and stab it from behind, he could distract it for her.
His playing intensified and the paper birds dove for the creature's eyes - all six of them, as it stumbled into better view out of the mist. Its wide, branched antlers all ended in points sharp enough to impale, and its thick hide did appear to be cracked along its back, but getting onto it would be a challenge - the creature's back was at least six feet off the ground.
It screeched, exposing sharp fangs, and snatched one of the birds out of the air. Kubo struck his shamisen and two birds flattened out, covering the nostrils and eyes and adhering to its unpleasantly slick surface. The creature bucked and reeled with its breath and vision obscured.
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Thank goodness the target is wide enough, and her bayard snags on one of the branches just before she's snapped up with an admittedly undignified scream.
No, no, this was her plan. Swing on the antlers, get up on it's back. She just didn't expect to come down as hard as she did. The beast shaking it's head whipped her downward as surely as it whipped her upwards and she came down on the curve of it's flank. Knocked the wind out of her, but she's holding on.
"Try to -oof- point it's head downwards!" It came out a little wheezier than she wanted, but hopefully he still heard.