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middleofsomewhere2022-04-23 08:12 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2022-04-23 08:12 am
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Crashing Down: Conclusion
Time ticks down, five hours turn to three hours, turns to one hour, turns to mere minutes. All the while the Voidtreckers rush to tether people to void craft. All efforts are now on reaching the furthest communities.
The effort is monumental, an evacuation that was improvised at every stage and yet was successful. The planet quietens as its citizens vanish off into the void, villages emptying, creatures gone too.
By the final half hour they can be pretty confident that on Osiga at least the only people left are those who have chosen, for whatever reason, to do so. Even now it might not be too late to save them, the right word in the right ear could change everything.
Minutes tick down, and the question becomes: Do the voidtreckers evacuate, or do they stick around to try and convince that last person? Do they save lives by force? Leave them to their chosen fate?
Whatever their choices, time is rapidly running out.
As their timers count down into the last two minutes, their SCA's begin to flash amber. Danger is approaching.
Some of the remaining citizens hunker down, awaiting what comes. Others gather, weapons in hand to face this foe they have been told to flee from.
Danger is indeed approaching. In their peripheral vision they will see a darkening of the sky as strange shapes begin to fill it; too weird to be clouds, nothing that can be accurately described. For those inside, even those with Anan in a space station, they will sense this shadowing. Almost as if shapes are crowding in on reality itself. An extremely unnerving experience. The shapes fill the sky, fill the system, and their SCA's flash red.
It is time to go.
It might be they try and fight, just to see if they can. It might be that they scramble to tether the last couple of people, people who have just rapidly changed their mind about staying here. The train lets them. Anyone who doesn't evacuate themselves will be allowed to stay until the last possible second, as their countdowns click down from 00:01. Then their world glows gold as the train yanks them back, landing in the luggage carriage with barely time to draw breath as the train lurches into the void violently.
For the first time, anyone looking out the window as the train enters the kaleidoscope of the void will see other void craft. Trains, ships, planes, weird orbs. Just for a few moments these craft fill the space, and then they move, the train as well, bringing colour back to the void once more.
OOC Post ~ Questions ~ Shenanigans ~ Tasks Check-In & Rewards
This post can be used for any last minute rescues as well as their return to the train and any reactions and debriefing that characters need!
If your character wasn't wearing their SCA during the very last second, please notify us of their death over here.
Art Credit: Header
The effort is monumental, an evacuation that was improvised at every stage and yet was successful. The planet quietens as its citizens vanish off into the void, villages emptying, creatures gone too.
By the final half hour they can be pretty confident that on Osiga at least the only people left are those who have chosen, for whatever reason, to do so. Even now it might not be too late to save them, the right word in the right ear could change everything.
Minutes tick down, and the question becomes: Do the voidtreckers evacuate, or do they stick around to try and convince that last person? Do they save lives by force? Leave them to their chosen fate?
Whatever their choices, time is rapidly running out.
CRASHING DOWN: CONCLUSION
HOUR ZERO
As their timers count down into the last two minutes, their SCA's begin to flash amber. Danger is approaching.
Some of the remaining citizens hunker down, awaiting what comes. Others gather, weapons in hand to face this foe they have been told to flee from.
Danger is indeed approaching. In their peripheral vision they will see a darkening of the sky as strange shapes begin to fill it; too weird to be clouds, nothing that can be accurately described. For those inside, even those with Anan in a space station, they will sense this shadowing. Almost as if shapes are crowding in on reality itself. An extremely unnerving experience. The shapes fill the sky, fill the system, and their SCA's flash red.
It is time to go.
It might be they try and fight, just to see if they can. It might be that they scramble to tether the last couple of people, people who have just rapidly changed their mind about staying here. The train lets them. Anyone who doesn't evacuate themselves will be allowed to stay until the last possible second, as their countdowns click down from 00:01. Then their world glows gold as the train yanks them back, landing in the luggage carriage with barely time to draw breath as the train lurches into the void violently.
For the first time, anyone looking out the window as the train enters the kaleidoscope of the void will see other void craft. Trains, ships, planes, weird orbs. Just for a few moments these craft fill the space, and then they move, the train as well, bringing colour back to the void once more.
OOC NOTES
This post can be used for any last minute rescues as well as their return to the train and any reactions and debriefing that characters need!
If your character wasn't wearing their SCA during the very last second, please notify us of their death over here.
Art Credit: Header
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In the meantime, he can at least do his best to prevent a panic while he's working. "Everyone with an SCA, on my left! Everyone who wants one, on my right! Don't push!"
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(Fast as he is, Trunks, can make good on his word that he's going to get to them. Limited as he is to the tablet's speed, Wash knows for a fact that he's not going to get everyone with a SCA checked in before the timer hits zero. One of them gets to keep their promises, at least.)
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Hope. Hope drove him a lot, honestly. He had to hope, or what was the point of everything?
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And then there are thirty seconds left, and god he hopes the crowd can't see that countdown. He catches Trunks' eye and nods to the crowd with SCAs. It's just about time - if he still has SCAs left, it's time to get them on wrists. Whether Wash will get them registered in time is up in the air, but at least it'll keep the crowd calm - or as calm as anyone can manage right now.
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And then the timer hits ten seconds, and that's it. He flips the tablet over, enables the scanner on the program, and scans the crowd that has SCAs, watching as they light up on the tablet. It takes a few swipes, a few passes to get everyone as time ticks down, and those without SCAs notice the change in his movements and start to rush him and Trunks as panic rises-
And then the timer hits the literal last second-
And the planet disappears as Wash finds himself jammed into the luggage car with the rest of his teammates, the train speeding away from the dying planet.
It's over.
And it feels like hell.
He's quiet for a bit as the train makes its getaway, and then he speaks up. "Trunks? You make it?" He can't see Trunks in the crush of bodies, but it's still worth checking.