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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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They just keep getting closer, one flashing right in front of the other and he inhales noisily in what might be impatience. His foot snaps into place, slamming the hoof down on the ground and blood spatters the ground in thick globs. He has to kill, he must devour that globe of red and oranges, and his impatience is rewarded with some quicker regeneration where it counts.
"You stay here, you die— I can't do this alone, Dígitos, don't force me to leave you!"
One lurching step forward, his body struggling to move forward again.
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Whatever is trying to claw its way out of his chest twists again, and he's shoving Azúcar aside with a growl, all but launching himself right at Reaper, closing the rest of the distance and ignoring his gun in favor of the brute force of his fists.
Heroism -100
And she's done.
Enhanced as he is now, Gabe will take care of him. Decision made and committed to in an instant when she bitterly activates her camouflage, slipping away into invisibility before her former-partner has the opportunity to focus on anything but the soldier charging in bare-handed.
Good luck, Jack Morrison. You're on your own.
/finger guns
He howls in pain and anger, clawing at 76 when he's able. Where once there would've been some satisfaction in the fight, in the thrill, is now just an animal-like need to kill.
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But he's not exactly thinking rationally right now. 76 outright tackles Reaper, sending them both toppling to the ground. He wastes no time lashing out again, doing his best to find a place to hold on to, even as Reaper claws at whatever he can reach. The visor helps in that department.
All he can really do is his best to keep Reaper pinned, at least until he has a better opening.
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The Faceless will come. Even if that's not what he's thinking about, it'll happen soon enough. They'll probably keep attacking each other, as if their muscle memory is attuned to just beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Their anger and frustration seems to know no bounds, it seems.
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The more visceral part of him doesn’t care—wants to see Reaper dead at any cost. If this is his chance, so be it. He doesn't know if the mask is part of him now, but he claws at it with the intent to rip it right off Reaper's face.
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He lets out a groan of pain, the strong fingers digging into his oozing black skin as it tries to rip the mask off his face. Unfortunately for both of them, it's no longer a mask. Permanently fused to his face, it only makes the visible cracks split and thick veins protruding through the milky surface of his face pulse faster.
With a desperate attempt to create space between them, he winds his arm back and drives his three sharp claws into the side of 76's ribs.
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If he notices any of this, he doesn't show it, all his efforts focused on throwing Reaper off him, digging claws in wherever he can reach.
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He shrieks, the sound wet and warbled in the back of his throat as they continue to wrestle violently with each other. The Faceless is bound to show up soon, whether he wins this fight or not. Even as he's barely clinging to his own form, slowly being destroyed by the sheer amount of injury inflicted upon him even after shot at by rockets, Reaper knows he'll be back to continue this fight.