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

[short_changed]

Connie glances over when they're about halfway there, eyeing the gore still splattered across South's armour and across the visor of her helmet.

"Y'know, they'll probably clean your armour if you ask. Not that you don't rock the blood and all."

[i_got_this]

She looks down at her helmet as Connie mentions it, swiping her thumb almost absent mindedly over it and then whoops now she's got gore on her thumb oh well.

"Yeah ... I'll probably do that. Better them than me.?"

[short_changed]

"They've probably got some super efficient space shower thing that'll get it all off," sooner they get South to a bed the better it seems. If South's too out of it to sass back she definitely needs some sleep.

[i_got_this]

"Hm, good. Less work for me, the better."

South is now running 'Sass Lite'; Low Sass, Low Sodium! Doesn't quite taste the same, though. She trudges along next to Connie, quietly grumbling to herself about her various hurts as a way to ignore the deeper psychological scarring.

"You got cleaned up alright."

[short_changed]

"'Cause I put their people sized car wash to good use. Still need to check over the weapons though, make sure they don't get jammed."

Connie gives her half a smile, nudging South's arm lightly with her elbow.

"I can clean yours while you get some rest."

[i_got_this]

South gives her a look, it's a crooked smile but there's the ghost of trauma underneath it.

"Rest? Nah, don't think it's going to be too restful for a while. I got the carwash."

[short_changed]

She snorts softly under her breath, "I meant afterward that, when the med techs get you the good stuff 'n knock you out. Or loopy, if you're anything like Tay."