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SILENT HORIZON - [Part 2: Facing the Faceless/Escape] [modplot]
Who| Everyone in Silent Horizon plot
What| Fighting the Faceless, a perilous escape, and a chance to have a breather
Where| In the In-Between, the Silent Horizon, and then the Legion Cruiser
When| Chronologically, only hours have passed in the outside world from when the team disappeared, but it's up to players whether their characters perceived it as being hours or days
Warnings/Notes| Gore, blood, body horror, all the usual
They hear the voice again, calling out to them. Not the Faceless, not the dark whispers of this world. It's the same tinny voice that warned them, that told them not to give into the Faceless' offer. It's the voice that told them their Phalanxed teammates can still be saved if the Faceless is killed in time before they die.
It calls out again. Wherever they are, whatever the landscape is doing, they can hear it.
"I know you have no reason to trust me. I know you've been probably hearing lots of voices in this place, telling you all kinds of things. But I'm trying to help you. There's a way to end this, to stop the Faceless. Just follow my voice. My language synthesizer is broadcasting in the telepathic range like telepathic earplugs and I've managed to reconfigure it to broadcast through the entire In-Between. You should be hearing it wherever you are and you should be able to use its broadcast strength to navigate. I think I've managed to secure it from the Faceless and his Phalanx but there's no way to be sure."
How loud the voice is changes as they get closer or farther away. They can use it to navigate, albeit very crudely. And now that it's clearer, it's far more recognizable: it's the voice of the Robotican in the horrible footage that played before they were taken -- the one that had his head knocked off.
"My name is N-45LEN/Keth Series. My organic crewmates call --" He pauses, and sounds distraught. "--called me Lenny. I was a crew member of the Silent Horizon. This entire dimension is called the In-Between. It's made up of the body of the Faceless and I'm currently trapped at its core. I can see you Legionnaires from here through...what appears to be some kind structure for processing what equates to ocular stimuli for the Faceless. If any of you get lost, I can see enough to guide you here."
If they need it, they'll find that he can give them individualized directions, no matter what the landscape does, and he can give them to multiple people simultaneously. Having a complex processor for a brain has its perks.
"My organic teammate and I managed to discover the core of the Faceless and its nature, but I'm currently incapacitated and Bob...he just lost it. He nearly destroyed what was left of me and ran off before we could stop the Faceless. I saw him eventually accept the Faceless' offer and turn. If you make it here where I am, you may be able to destroy the Faceless' body enough to kill him, save your teammates, and destroy this dimension once and for all."
A pause.
"And if you could maybe take me with you when you leave, uh, I would appreciate that. Like, a lot."
[ooc post here]
What| Fighting the Faceless, a perilous escape, and a chance to have a breather
Where| In the In-Between, the Silent Horizon, and then the Legion Cruiser
When| Chronologically, only hours have passed in the outside world from when the team disappeared, but it's up to players whether their characters perceived it as being hours or days
Warnings/Notes| Gore, blood, body horror, all the usual
They hear the voice again, calling out to them. Not the Faceless, not the dark whispers of this world. It's the same tinny voice that warned them, that told them not to give into the Faceless' offer. It's the voice that told them their Phalanxed teammates can still be saved if the Faceless is killed in time before they die.
It calls out again. Wherever they are, whatever the landscape is doing, they can hear it.
"I know you have no reason to trust me. I know you've been probably hearing lots of voices in this place, telling you all kinds of things. But I'm trying to help you. There's a way to end this, to stop the Faceless. Just follow my voice. My language synthesizer is broadcasting in the telepathic range like telepathic earplugs and I've managed to reconfigure it to broadcast through the entire In-Between. You should be hearing it wherever you are and you should be able to use its broadcast strength to navigate. I think I've managed to secure it from the Faceless and his Phalanx but there's no way to be sure."
How loud the voice is changes as they get closer or farther away. They can use it to navigate, albeit very crudely. And now that it's clearer, it's far more recognizable: it's the voice of the Robotican in the horrible footage that played before they were taken -- the one that had his head knocked off.
"My name is N-45LEN/Keth Series. My organic crewmates call --" He pauses, and sounds distraught. "--called me Lenny. I was a crew member of the Silent Horizon. This entire dimension is called the In-Between. It's made up of the body of the Faceless and I'm currently trapped at its core. I can see you Legionnaires from here through...what appears to be some kind structure for processing what equates to ocular stimuli for the Faceless. If any of you get lost, I can see enough to guide you here."
If they need it, they'll find that he can give them individualized directions, no matter what the landscape does, and he can give them to multiple people simultaneously. Having a complex processor for a brain has its perks.
"My organic teammate and I managed to discover the core of the Faceless and its nature, but I'm currently incapacitated and Bob...he just lost it. He nearly destroyed what was left of me and ran off before we could stop the Faceless. I saw him eventually accept the Faceless' offer and turn. If you make it here where I am, you may be able to destroy the Faceless' body enough to kill him, save your teammates, and destroy this dimension once and for all."
A pause.
"And if you could maybe take me with you when you leave, uh, I would appreciate that. Like, a lot."
[ooc post here]
Sombra — not a spooky
This? This is what she saved her ammunition for. Her anger for. The last few depleted pools of energy left in burned-out circuitry and her muscles alike: no pretense, no innocuous habits played up to make her seem like less of a threat. Sombra hardly glows as she flits around the battlefield, translocator teleporting her to safety each time her digital camouflage fails. It works to her advantage, that lack of brightness— even the fluorescent streaks of white in her hair are so matted with blood and dull from lacking energy— that she can make for the shadows any time something (or someone) wanders too close.
Her primary target? The hearts. Only the hearts.
Her still-living teammates can fend for themselves, as far as she's concerned. A neglible loss, an appropriate distraction, she's already spent every bought resource in her arsenal except for one— Cortana— who's housed inside her own cybernetics. If someone else falls in the process of taking this thing down, it's not her problem anymore.
She came here to finish this.
And with a burst of fired rounds from her SMG, puncturing another heart with a wet, agonizing burst of blood, she likes to think she is. Even as the distressed shouting of her peers echoes not-so-distantly in the background.
hello i am here to ruin lives
She'd been through enough of this wheelhouse to know what was going on around her was the potential death of several of their crewmates, and she wasn't about to abide by it as long as they had a chance of recovering them. The faster the hearts got taken out, the sooner they would be free of this mess.
She spots Sombra again, and feels some sense of relief flood her -- finally, someone she recognized that wasn't a twisted amalgamation of their former selves. Her relief is short lived, and she doesn't have the recharge power to swoop in to rescue her from the sudden beast that seems to appear behind her without warning.
"Azúcar!" she cries (butchering her name in the process), pointing with her pistol -- there was no way she could take a shot without hitting her. "Behind you!"
not if i ruin them first
He'd stopped caring a little bit after becoming Soldier: 76, but part of him always knew how important it was to hold back. Right now, he doesn't care at all.
He's not exactly the stealthiest individual, but Tracer and Azúcar are currently occupied with another creature, giving him the opportunity to get the drop on them. From a distance, 76 might not look all that different—but closer inspection reveals the way his mask and visor has fused to his face, metal ribs that have torn through his jacket, dark blood staining the places where steel pushes out of him, a techno-organic amalgamation whose only current interest is to attack on sight. Having lost none of his speed, he's on Azúcar in an instant, foregoing any kind of actual weaponry in favor of his own brute strength to take her down.
you're both the worst
Then again— breathless from impact, dazed to the point that her vision's flooded with flickering digital feeds and that harrowing, vivid red of his visor— this isn't exactly how she'd want to meet anyone. Much less a genetically enhanced super soldier, warped into a senseless version of himself.
But she didn't come this far to fail now.
Strong as he is, she's quick once her senses flood back in on instinct. Twists in his grip with a feral determination, clawing aimlessly at exposed skin, bone, sinew— anything that might buy her enough time or room to find her translocator and—
Lena. She can't. Shit.
Instead she digs in with enough force when she finds purchase in those vulnerable points to make him bleed. Though all things considered, that might not be a deterrent, mindless as he is.
i am, i'm sorry
The creature they had been fighting is easily dispatched by Lena's pistols in the same instant that the creature who had once been Soldier: 76's attacks. As a result, she's more than a little startled by his descent on her.
She doesn't waste another second, zipping close so that she can fire directly at its head, shielded by that strange visor -- shoot first, ask questions later had never really been her MO, but recent events had forced her to adapt. Its easy to confuse a techno-amalgamation for one of the corrupted omnics she had spent so much time fighting.
She would have never regretted her adaptability until that moment, until after she's emptied both clips and stuck herself in a reload phase so close to him.
"--Jack?"
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76 wheels around on Tracer, instead, stumbling as a result of the hits he just took, though her unloading her pistols doesn’t at all deter him.
If he recognizes his name at all, he certainly doesn’t show it, turning his attentions to the new threat and lunging at her.
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But if they don't kill these hearts, none of it will mean anything, and as far as tactical losses go—
Well, Lena's heroic sacrifices are appreciated.
Claws tacky with viscera, Sombra seizes the opportunity to retreat, scrabbling to her feet and darting for the nearest pulsing heart where it's set against a fleshy wall. Click— snap— gun leveled and ready in an instant.
Sorry, not sorry, amiga.
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Jack launches himself at her, and snaps herself out of her trance, darting away just before he could snatch her. A spitfire of bullets aims at his foot, purposefully missing just to hold his attention. The second look she gets means there is no mistake -- its Jack Morrison.
"Jack--snap out of it, love! Its me--its Lena!"
This is probably useless. She knows it before the words are even out of her mouth.
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If it bothers him, however, he doesn't show it, seemingly preoccupied with eliminating the current threat and not much more. Lena is doing a good job of keeping him off Sombra--the downside is that it keeps him on her, instead.
The potshots to his feet only keep him away for so long before he's lunging at her again.