SILENT HORIZON - [Part 2: Facing the Faceless/Escape] [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

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]

Comments

[goddamngrenades]

"Three beers and a blowjob." Back in the Project if any of them were in medical, that was always his answer. He thinks he picked it up from Vermont who would always say it in that dry, posh voice full of disdain. Or. Maybe he'd been flirting? Taylor doesn't know. "Hey. Was Montana or Vermont Monty? Like. Which came first? I can't remember."

[short_changed]

"You're the worst," she snorts but her tone is full of warmth. It might take a lot of time but he'll be okay.

"Hm...well, going by volume I'd say Montana usually did."

[goddamngrenades]

"I know Montana was taller but Vermont was a wiry little bast-" Wait. Not actual volume, decibels, give him a second before he starts cackling. "Connie, Connie please."

[short_changed]

She shrugs a shoulder, grinning as she snickers. If he could laugh, he'll be fine.

"Hey, I learned it from you."

[goddamngrenades]

"Not my fault, the project was populated by the hot and the skilled." People that could kill him with their thighs and attractive enough that he'd let them do it.

[short_changed]

"Seriously. And I always wondered why they needed a bikini audition when I was recruited."

[goddamngrenades]

"Even Florida was pretty." A beat. A snicker that grows into a giggle fit.

"Pretty scary."

[short_changed]

"Ugh, Tay," she snickers.

"You know he had a fanclub, right? The 'Floridaddies'?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Oh my god." He covers his face with a hand, snickering into his palm. "Tell the next Anonmeme that. Please. They'll eat it up."

[short_changed]

"You mean the people who keep messaging me for pictures of my legs thanks to what South said? ...Y'know, I'm sure I can think of a suitable payback for that."

[goddamngrenades]

"Invent an embarrassing tattoo fit her to have." Done. That wasn't hard, was it?

[short_changed]

"...She's got the 'President of the Floridaddies' on her lower back"

[goddamngrenades]

"Don't tell her I told you to." Or he'll get dragged in and he's not ready for the planning a prank off will entail. Not yet, anyway.

[short_changed]

"My lips are sealed."

She shakes her head with a fond smile, giving his hair a light ruffle.

"You gotta rest up so you'll be ready for the next prank war. I think we might get a little carried away now that we've got a captive audience of fans."

[goddamngrenades]

"Just- as long as we don't get to Casbah levels of shennanigans." Cuz that was some crazy shit right there and would have the fans talking for years.

[short_changed]

"Yeaaah. I don't think there's enough booze on Legion World for us to get close to it. Which is both a blessing and a curse, I guess."

[goddamngrenades]

"We could stockpile." Which would be-

No, that's a bad idea. A very bad idea.




A bad idea they should totally do.

[short_changed]

Oh, absolutely.

"We'll plan it more after you're back on your feet."

[goddamngrenades]

He reaches over to pat her shoulder, squeezing her armor gently. Like she can feel it through the plating (she can't) but it makes him feel better. She's here. She's solid. She got them out. "...thanks. For saving me."

[short_changed]

She reaches up to catch his hand on her shoulder, giving it a careful squeeze as she nods.

"We're a team. A real one, now. I've got your back, Taylor."

[goddamngrenades]

"I got yours." They need to do this right this time around. They will do it right. But now? Now's time for eyes going muzzy and limbs going heavy, for getting tired. "...check on south? She was spooked."

[short_changed]

"I will."

Sitting up she sets his hand back down by his side, leaning over enough to tuck what blanket he had over him a little more snuggly. After a second's thought she leans down to press a quick kiss to his brow.

"Get some rest, I'll check in on you later."

[goddamngrenades]

"Can do." Will do. Is doing, actually, eyes slipping closed, breath evening out as the painkillers vanish this lingering, phantom ache for limbs he'd never wanted.

[short_changed]

Connie waits until he falls into a comfortable sleep before she stands up and steps out. Still lots of work to do, maybe afterwards she'll follow his example and get some sleep.

Maybe.