Event | Satellite | Spectres!

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 23 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: Repairs and salvage operations operating innocently have triggered an invasion of spectres that possess and wreak havoc upon all they see.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres


Questions | Keeliai | ARSHEPHELIOS


Salvage is sweet, but not all is well on board the ARSHEPHELIOS cluster. The seamless cylinders salvaged from debris and the cluster, now being frequently traded, turn out to be pods the first time one is penetrated or cracked open. Each breached pod releases a flood of energy-based apparitions hellbent on world domination -- or, more accurately, person domination (and it's not the fun kind).

These apparitions -- spectres, if you will -- are driven by a need to protect the technology of the satellite cluster that their pods are associated with. They will stop at nothing to see this through. Each is immune to physical attacks, but seem to be injured or dissipated entirely by things like electrical shock or other energy-based projections. If people touch them, there is also a brief window of vulnerability, but it acts also like a door that swings both way. Through contact, these spectres can and will invade one's psyche, take over their body and cause them to attack friend or foe alike! Should the possessed body be subjected to sufficient electrical shock, the possession should fade. Strong natural will can also drive the spectres out, but it is no walk in the park to do so. Possession is not the only tool in the arsenal, for these spectres use electricity as their main offensive weapon. They'll leave deep-tissue burns on anyone they fight, and show no degree of fatigue after constant use of it.

Ten thousand of these creatures will be freed from pods, resulting in a veritable flood of Keeliai, the turtleside, and the satellite cluster. With such a driven enemy, it comes down to killing or being killed.

Meanwhile, those taking shelter indoors may notice that the spectres will get into the biomechanical functions of Keeliai. Consoles will be malfunctioning during this time, with lines of mysterious code and strange, ghostly images. One might hear people screaming for help or hours of patchy radio static.

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

[She knew. And she was serious.]

[It braced the female's body for an oncoming attack, mentally formulating the words necessary for both offensive and defensive strikes. The body could be harmed. But it could not be damaged beyond repair. Nor could it be lost.]

I fear I cannot do that.

Her power is necessary. We need it.

[The words that followed were awkward, but successful: it was able to lift into the air, supported by a small gust of wind. (strange how it seemed the very wind fought against her, but no matter. Wind could not possibly be sentient.) Both hands came together to form a ball of fire, shooting it out in a single motion, aiming for the red-skinned Foreign.]

[onefouroneseven]

( soranik's eyes widened - that was unexpected, and the shield she threw up hastily fades from view after it takes the force of the fireball. magic? sora didn't know, but she could figure it out later. after this whole mess had been sorted. )

And I cannot let you have her.

( she pushes herself into the air at that, flying directly at where zatanna floats with the electric glove crackling in her hand. )

[backwordscompatible]

[Damn. That power glove; it could see the waves of electricity rippling off of it.]

[It dodged out of the way, forgoing the chance of a second attack. Not willing to risk getting hit. Zatanna's body flew through the air awkwardly, twirling a few times before coming to a half about three yards from where she had last been.]

Nommus dniw!

[The awkward words took twice as long as usual to form, but they brought with them a gust of wind meant to push the Foreign female back.]

[onefouroneseven]

( it doesn't push her back, but she does stop - frown deepening. she'd need to get close if she was going to land a hit in, but the uncertainty of magic was something she didn't need to deal with.

said, although almost to herself - )

I am sorry, Zatanna.

( and then she focuses her gaze, calling up a construct that she hopes will serve as an effective gag. if she can stop her from using spells that'll give her a chance to swoop in without risking injury to either herself or zatanna. at least anymore than she had to. )

[backwordscompatible]

[It didn't stop the spell, but it did distract the being just long enough for her to turn her back.]

[Only for a second.]

[onefouroneseven]

( it's all the opening soranik needs, putting on a burst of speed and aiming to slam her glove into zatanna's back.

soranik is a very good doctor, and the electrical shock is perfectly administered to do the least amount of damage possible with the charge needed to work on the spectres and hope that beyond hope it'll work. )

[backwordscompatible]

[Both the spectre and Zatanna gave a simultaneously cry of pain as the force of so many volts went coursing through her systems. Her body twitched and spasm for all of a full second before the attack was over, and she went limp. Unconscious.]

[...unfortunately, with no more power supporting her, she began to free-fall to the ground.]

[onefouroneseven]

( luckily for the both of them, that's a problem Soranik can solve - putting on a burst of speed to that she could catch up to Zatanna's body. reaching out to catch her, Sora constructs a net below the both of them, in case she hadn't timed the approach right. )

[backwordscompatible]

[The additional shock of being abruptly halted mid-fall caused her to stir. Her eyes remained closed, but the low moan and lucid movement of limbs and head indicated she was still very much alive. And that she would most likely wake up very sore when this was all over.]