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- † kyle rayner,
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- † percy jackson,
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- † rose tyler,
- † steve rogers,
- † stocking anarchy,
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- † una persson,
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- † zelgadis greywords
Event | Satellite | Spectres!
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.
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.
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There's something about this that feels overwhelming, but Jim's not the sort to let it steamroll him. He shakes his head briefly.]
Let's get inside. We need to regroup.
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Name's Kirk. Jim Kirk. Hey.
[A bit of a wave.]
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[He relents, since she might not know what that is,]
Kind of. Naval training in the 23rd century. What about you? That whole rabbit in a hat stuff is pretty awesome.
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... 23rd century? Okay, that's way off my timeline.
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[They're in a sort of office building, but at least it has a couch and a half-dozen chairs, one of which has been crammed under the door handle to keep it from being opened from the outside.
Which makes the fact that it's empty just a tiny bit creepy.]
It's way off most people's -- [He tugs the chair free from under the door] -- timelines, honestly. At least from what I've heard, just about everyone's from some variant of the 21st century if they're from Earth at all.
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[Welll...] You got that right on both counts for me. Earth-based 21st century gal here, along with the majority of the population. I've met some from the past, but you're the first future guy I've ran into here.
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[He's a Federation boy at heart, okay? He loves the idea of everybody kind of just getting along. Oh, he's a fighter as much as he's a lover most days, but it's on an individual scale. You want to talk the grandiose? Jim wants the whole damned universe to kiss and make up. No more wars with the Klingons or the Romulans or whatever alien flavour of the week is hell-bent on the destruction of the known world this time around.]
Oh? You don't say.
[He grins, a tiny bit flirtatious. Oh, she's too young for him, he's hardly serious about it, but he's Jim Kirk. He can't not flirt, at least a little. Now that they're out of danger and into the relative safety of this whole... place.]
Well, let me be the first to tell you, kid. The future is awesome.
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Maybe you can tell me more about it when we're not in a potentially life-and-death situation. I'd like to know how different it is from now.
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[He loves the future, okay. Despite everything, Jim's an explorer by heart. Being stuck in one place too long (case in point: Keeliai) has a tendency to wear on him.]
How much of a recharge do you need on your whole-- magic thing?
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[Which probably means they should head to higher ground or something.] How many floors do you think this place has?
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[He rummages through the desk with a silent apology to whoever owns the place, and comes up with some sort of... wrapped granola-type bar? He peels the wrapper back, sniffs it, and when it passes muster he holds it out for her.]
Here, probably been a while since you got anything to eat.
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[Not even a word of a lie, he shared one with a little Robin.]
Let's move up, this place seems pretty well barricaded but these things can probably figure out doors.
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Good idea. Everything happened so fast, I wasn't even sure if I was seeing it right. Here I thought the crashlanding was the worst part.
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Are you kidding? It never stops at the crash landing.
[He's a seasoned veteran of these sorts of scenarios, okay? Crash landings are never just that. They're always the precursor to some sort of... alien takeover or hostile invasion or something.]
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[It just usually happens in a nice, safe bed. He gestures for her to go first up the stairs.]
Up we go. Can you fly?
[VALID QUESTION TO ASK IN KEELIAI.]
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[THIS COULD BE PROBLEMATIC. Maybe there's something on the roof they can use. He rather hopes there is, and takes the stairs two at a time until they're at the roof access door. He flashes her a quick smile and then steps outside. Nothing convenient like, oh, say, a shuttlecraft. Or even, you know, a jetpack. He'd totally take a jetpack at this point in time.
But there is a coil of cable nearby, and several hearty looking stovepipes. He examines them closely, knocking his boot against one to see how sturdy it is.]
Okay, new question. How's your highwire performance art?
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The question though, earns a grin.] I've survived worse. I'm sure I'll manage. Got a plan?
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[Jim bends down, runs his hands over the cable, and then he hefts it, loops it over one of those stovepipes and ties it off with a complicated looking naval knot. It's thick and kind of hard to work with, but he manages. Then he looks at her, and holds up the other end.]
Got anything on tap that can do the same thing over there?
[He points to another building across the street. It looks calm and untouched - definitely not being swarmed by spectres. But it's too far to jump, and although they could rappel down the sides of the building, what happens if a spectre spots them through the window and decides to fry their line? Jim's hardy, sure, but he's pretty sure expecting his ability to survive a four story drop is edging into foolhardy.]
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Does this work?
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He watches with something like incredulous wonder, and then he just. Coughs. Clears his throat.]
Works like a charm. Anyone ever tell you you're really good at that? Come on, let's climb across.
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