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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]
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The ground lurches and Connie's head snaps up, gaze darting as some of the sections of the corridor start to spasm.
"And we don't have much time as is. Sorry York, but this is gonna suck."
As Connie moves York to lean against the wall so she can better lift him her heart starts to pound as the fluctuations in this section of the hallway start to get more frequent. Leaning down she slings one of his legs and arms over her shoulders until he's curled around her in a fireman's carry and hoists him up. It takes her precious seconds to make it back to her feet but as soon as she's up she's leaning forward into as careful a run as she can manage.
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...Well, hell. Yeah, Delta can stay right where he is. The Faceless might be dead, but that doesn't mean Delta returned to sanity along with the humans, given the AI predisposition to instability.
Not your fault. 'Soothing' cannot be considered Cortana's strong suit, but she's trying. Azúcar's fine. A little beat up, but who isn't?
Simultaneously, she speaks aloud to Connie, gently sending a few tendrils of code into the implant to check on the healing unit. "Not unless your helmet works on his armor. The implant won't hold me and I don't think he wants anyone in his mind right now."
Pause.
"I reiterate my opinion of your Director's programming skills, by the way."
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Something to keep him from screaming a second time as she hefts him up.
Inside-
It's a ragged mess. A screaming shattered mass of code and broken protocols and failsafes that faled to be safe every which way. You're good?
D couldn't hurt her, he knew that but this thing-
It reached in and tore D up without so much as a sign. Not a blip. Not a blink.
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Connie grunts and slows to a stop, leaning her weight forward to balance York across her shoulders to fumble at her helmet's clasps one handed.
"It's worth a try. And I still completely agree with you."
Yanking the helmet up and off it takes her a minute to balance it in one hand and slide it up and over York's head without bashing it in his face or knocking his nose in. The visor is dark for a few seconds before it flickers to life as it recalibrates to York's suit. Not that Connie can see, as soon as it's on she readjusts her grip and keeps sprinting.
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Ran into worse during the war. There aren't many people she's willing to tell about the Gravemind, even that obliquely, but York's stared into a similar abyss. He's earned a little honesty. You held on. A lot of people didn't. She's not talking about the Faceless, not entirely, and even with her feather-light touch on the implant, that much comes through in a subtle shift, the way someone might look aside when the past rises to haunt them.
Do you want me to do something about the pain? I saw how Delta was handling it. Well, the other Cortana saw, and passed the logs over to her. Functionally the same thing.
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It's more than he can ask for. He's got half a mind to tell them to leave him with the walls closing in the way they are but-
He's been there before. Not long but long enough to be terrified of going back. The dark, the silence, the...nothing.
"You know me. Always dreaming." Lines from a familiar role that he can swing sometimes. Most times.
Please. I'm gonna throw up over her armor at this rate and she'll bitch forever if I do.
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Without the buffer of her helmet she can hear the sickening squelch of the fleshy walls mixed with the groan of warping metal more clearly, taste the blood and rust in the air slowly but surely closing in. With a few short, sharp breaths she's moving again, her footsteps transitioning form the soft sucking sounds of meat into the solid metal flooring of the ship.
"I suppose that's why we like you so much," Connie pants between breaths, her legs burning under his weight as she's forced to a slower pace before she falls over altogether.
Just get to the docking bay, just a little further now.
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Mimicking Delta's trick from outside the implant takes skill--and, frankly, a good helping of arrogance to think she can waltz in and do just as well as York's long-term partner with a thorough understanding of his neural patterns and psychology.
Fortunately, Cortana's got plenty of both, and where York has been accustomed to green, now a blue light flows instead, running along nerve pathways and bridging synapses. Reaching in from outside, she's not everywhere the way Delta could be, but the blue shines brilliant where it does touch, and soon the pain fades, along with the sensation of her presence as she sinks out of his conscious mind and down to where the nerve impulses are uselessly signaling what everyone already knows.
It reminds her of slipspace navigation. Nowhere near the complexity or the intoxicating mathematical purity, but the organic fractals of the human brain have their own beauty, and managing the electrical signals presents the same sort of focused but ever-changing intellectual challenge as guiding a ship through slipstream space. Cortana's enthralled by her new toy, and doesn't make any effort to keep some of that happy serenity from bleeding through to York.