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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
luggage
One of the more risky and yet safest mission Red team has as of yet accomplished.
She just hoped it would be enough.
The proverbial yanking back to the luggage car was easier then last time, but Sonya still found it draining. The same fatigue and need for sanity had her deliberately avoid looking out the window-and avoid leaving the luggage car till it was nearly empty.
To look around, she was clearly not the only one. Leia, from her vantage point, looked a few shades lighter than pail.
She stood up and walked, sitting down on another fallen trunk, just a slightly lower perch. "You okay?"