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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2017-01-03 12:57 am

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.
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2017-01-15 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Look! There's another one! Don't mess it up this time.

The figure approaching Victor is walking stiffly, like each step is coming at a cost. The shuffling movements are accompanied by dry, hair-raising sounds. Clicking. Clacking. Skrip-scraping through the nightmare terrain. It's the hard, hollow sound of bone-on-bone, and the sound sets teeth on edge as it manages to rise over the constant chatter of the shadow-children that accompany him.

Crunch. Crack.

Robbie is barely recognizeable beneath the bone and blood. He's surrounded by a lattice work of bone that covers most of his body. It has grown, quickly and organically, from spikes of bone that erupted all over his body and twisted, connecting into this delicate carapace. Flashes of blue and orange and blonde can be seen through the holes, but the rusty color of dried blood dominates.

Sic him! Go faster! Zap him from here! Don't be useless!

He has to get to Victor. Has to put him out of his misery before something awful can happen to him, too. Victor will be safe where the the monsters can't get him anymore. Nothing will interrupt that bubbly personality anymore. Robbie won't have to think about smiles and winks anymore. They'll all be safe when he's standing over a pale limp mass watching blood slick silver hair down.

[personal profile] the_real_sir_prize 2017-01-16 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Victor thinks the monster before him is something else this place had created for him. The delicate bone latticework echoes the white mesh of the costume Yurio had chosen from Victor's collection for his On Love: Agape program. The tufts of blond hair further that impression, but Yurio would never wear that shade of orange with that shade of blue and he's far too much like Victor to ever be accompanied by the chatter of children.

Fortunately, Victor's been fleeing from monsters here long enough that he backs away on reflex, even while his brain is struggling to dissect and identify what's in front of him. Where has he seen that color scheme before?

Oh.

"Oh Robbie," he breathes. Then he turns on his heel and runs, because if there's anything left of the man who threw holiday parties and knew about Cheburashka, it's not anywhere Victor could reach right now, not even with a sledge hammer.
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[personal profile] walkingballpit 2017-01-23 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
He's leaving! He has to stay! Kill him and he'll stay!

They're shrieking like demons now, gnawing at the spikes as Robbie does his best to appease them. To make them as happy as they can be, since he killed them. He'll make this quick, to keep Victor happy.

Stay dead like us!

Robbie lets off a shockwave of bright blue energy that shreds the nightmare like tissue paper in its wake. The shadows burn up in the blast, screaming.

When he stops, he doesn't see Victor anyway. He's alone. It's quiet.

He feels... nothing, and that feels... good. Just like the Faceless one promised.

[personal profile] the_real_sir_prize 2017-01-29 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Victor manages to throw himself around a corner just before...whatever happens to create that flash of light. He claps a hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing and tries to listen for further pursuit over the sound of his pulse beating in his ears.

Nothing. But that doesn't mean it's safe to stick his head around and check.

Victor flees further into the depths of the ship, hoping that someone can stop the Faceless before Robbie bleeds out.