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middleofsomewhere2020-03-13 07:33 pm
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2020-03-13 07:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !mission five,
- 47 [ou],
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- khardeen [ou],
- leaf [au],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- piccolo [ou],
- ple two [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- seto kaiba [ou],
- taiki [ou],
- yugi mutou [ou],
- ~x~aoko nakamori [ou],
- ~x~bucky barnes [ou],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~dairine callahan [crau],
- ~x~danny phantom [ou],
- ~x~elfangor [ou],
- ~x~feanor [ou],
- ~x~gladiolus amicitia [ou],
- ~x~ianto jones [ou],
- ~x~ignis scientia [ou],
- ~x~ivy wakefield [ou],
- ~x~jack harkness [ou],
- ~x~joscelin fitzthomas [crau],
- ~x~lightning farron [ou],
- ~x~maglor [ou],
- ~x~misa [ou],
- ~x~nerdanel mathaniel [ou],
- ~x~nita callahan [crau],
- ~x~renee corbin [ou],
- ~x~samata mahto [ou],
- ~x~the doctor (11) [ou],
- ~x~tony stark [ou],
- ~x~victor creed [au],
- ~x~waver velvet [au],
- ~x~wen qing [ou],
- ~x~will stanton [ou],
- ~x~yuki sohma [ou]
Day 7: Screw your courage to the sticking place: Start
For those who have been on the train a little while they will be expecting this, the beginning of a new month, after certain passengers have strange dreams. Early in the morning of day seven of the month of Egret their SCA's glow the colour of the void and a holographic message appears. Their next mission. Another world to save.
Preperation
Those that go to the dressing room will find flight suits and helmets, one per passenger. Those who are not human shaped will find ones adapted for them, some of them quite odd. The flight suits are tight fitting and light, but once they put them on they will feel quite warm. Each is the colour of the Voidtreckers team and have a black train symbol on the chest, the helmets have clear fronts and coloured backs.
They have an hour or so to prepare for their mission. Time to make sure everyone understands what a space ship is, at least. Hopefully.
Arrival
"We are now approaching System #7212108." Finally it is time. "Warning: Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A jolt, a flash of light and suddenly the colours are gone, out of the windows they will see they are in a large hanger.
And outside of the train there are five scaled humanoids with guns pointing directly at the train. Those that try the doors find they do not open.
"What void transport is this?" One of the creatures demands. "We didn't request void help, explain yourselves."
Another speaks. From where they are stood near the engine. "Voidtrecker Express."
Even though the voidtreckers are unfamiliar with these people the surprise is clear in the creatures eyes.
"Stand down." They snap at the others, who lower their weapons and step back.
The commander looks worried. "Give them anything they need." They turn to hurry out of the hanger.
The doors open, allowing the Voidtreckers off the train.
One of the remaining guards steps forwards.
"I am Hitrinto, I apologise, we were not expecting you." They look worried as well. "We have everything under control but if you are here..."
At that moment there is a clatter of noise over the radio.
"There are reports coming in of a second wormhole in the system." A second voice spoke almost immediately. "Shield Station Two has been hit. I repeat Shield Station two is taking heavy fire." A third soon after. "More enemies ships sighted, reports of a second wormhole confirmed."
Hitrinto looked at the Voidtreckers grimly. "Come with me."
If the Voidtreckers indeed follow them they will find an array of ships. Hitrinto quickly explains the basics, two person ships are easier to pilot. The controls can be shared or can be set so one person drives whilst the other concentrates on fighting. They have solo ships but they are difficult to pilot and they will only give them to those who have ship fighting experience.
Another guard hands out blasters and will give quick lessons to anyone who is unsure on how they work. For all that they were surprised they guards seem to accept the presence of the Voidtreckers and work quickly to get them armed and ready for battle. Choose ships, have a quick practice of weapons and get ready to go!
Onward!
Blue team are already where they need to be, they can begin to explore the station, get the lay of the land and figure out a plan of helping guard this place.
Everyone else is off, purple and red are off to the second wormhole, orange to the shield station that needs help! Board your ships and set off to help!
(OOC: Team posts detailing the next part of each mission will go up on the 15th March)
Preperation
Those that go to the dressing room will find flight suits and helmets, one per passenger. Those who are not human shaped will find ones adapted for them, some of them quite odd. The flight suits are tight fitting and light, but once they put them on they will feel quite warm. Each is the colour of the Voidtreckers team and have a black train symbol on the chest, the helmets have clear fronts and coloured backs.
They have an hour or so to prepare for their mission. Time to make sure everyone understands what a space ship is, at least. Hopefully.
Arrival
"We are now approaching System #7212108." Finally it is time. "Warning: Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A jolt, a flash of light and suddenly the colours are gone, out of the windows they will see they are in a large hanger.
And outside of the train there are five scaled humanoids with guns pointing directly at the train. Those that try the doors find they do not open.
"What void transport is this?" One of the creatures demands. "We didn't request void help, explain yourselves."
Another speaks. From where they are stood near the engine. "Voidtrecker Express."
Even though the voidtreckers are unfamiliar with these people the surprise is clear in the creatures eyes.
"Stand down." They snap at the others, who lower their weapons and step back.
The commander looks worried. "Give them anything they need." They turn to hurry out of the hanger.
The doors open, allowing the Voidtreckers off the train.
One of the remaining guards steps forwards.
"I am Hitrinto, I apologise, we were not expecting you." They look worried as well. "We have everything under control but if you are here..."
At that moment there is a clatter of noise over the radio.
"There are reports coming in of a second wormhole in the system." A second voice spoke almost immediately. "Shield Station Two has been hit. I repeat Shield Station two is taking heavy fire." A third soon after. "More enemies ships sighted, reports of a second wormhole confirmed."
Hitrinto looked at the Voidtreckers grimly. "Come with me."
If the Voidtreckers indeed follow them they will find an array of ships. Hitrinto quickly explains the basics, two person ships are easier to pilot. The controls can be shared or can be set so one person drives whilst the other concentrates on fighting. They have solo ships but they are difficult to pilot and they will only give them to those who have ship fighting experience.
Another guard hands out blasters and will give quick lessons to anyone who is unsure on how they work. For all that they were surprised they guards seem to accept the presence of the Voidtreckers and work quickly to get them armed and ready for battle. Choose ships, have a quick practice of weapons and get ready to go!
Onward!
Blue team are already where they need to be, they can begin to explore the station, get the lay of the land and figure out a plan of helping guard this place.
Everyone else is off, purple and red are off to the second wormhole, orange to the shield station that needs help! Board your ships and set off to help!
(OOC: Team posts detailing the next part of each mission will go up on the 15th March)
Speak to Hitrinto
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In truth, her actual first words had included more panicked swearing, but only Bobo knew that.
"We, ah, apologize for startling you all." Or whatever that was.
"But - as part of our debriefing, we were told there were wormholes in use by the Empire to transport fighters. Is that technology common on your world as well?"
Because Nita knows worldgates can be technological in nature as well as magical - why not wormholes?
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Aside from momentary panic at having military point weapons at the train before everything was sorted, Eva's remarkably calm and collected around Hitrinto.
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Gladio had no idea what the hell was going on, but has a feeling that it had something to do with the 'missions' he'd been warned happened periodically. The watch on his wrist, the SCA thing that had remained pretty normal so far, popped up with a bunch of information that Gladio struggled to fully understand. His team was blue, right? The information for that seemed straightforward enough he supposed...
But after following people to the dressing car to find the things they were supposed to wear for their mission, Gladio was baulking.
In his hands he held something he'd been told was a flight suit that would fit him. Perfectly. Too perfectly. It looked like it would slither on him like a second skin. And it was starting to dawn on him that not only would he need to put on the flight suit but he'd have to leave the train, which was just what he'd been wanting since getting on... But outside of the train was space. Lots and lots of space. And a flimsy space station wall between them and the icy cold vacuum of space.
"Hell no..." Gladio muttered to himself, looking at the helmet that went along with the suit. "Oh hell no. Nope, this isn't me." He looked around, while there seemed to be something of a nervous energy, people seemed to have put on their flight suits with little problem. He wondered if anyone else was worried about how much space was out there waiting for them...?
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It was amusing in a way to see the man so unafraid of anything to protect Noctis and the crew now shaking his head in protest. Gladio's courage was something that the advisor always quietly admired, the ability to throw himself in front of others without seeming to worry or be afraid. The ability to say as much was thought to be understood, as the two had grown up together at the court of the Lucis kingdom. Not only were they both members of the Crownsguard with Gladio joining before him, but they were friends.
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Any time preparation had to be done, as soon as Ignis got word he immediately went to the kitchen. Luckily it was pretty empty at this moment so he was able to set up his usual table of getting potions made and food rations. He's set a pot of water to boil and is sitting down. Laid out on the table before him is all manners of food stuffs and containers. Potion components are laid neat and orderly out on another table.
His strategy was to keep Madoka loaded down with the rations and potions to keep her out of the line of danger. This time though, he couldn't keep the smile off of his face, at least inwardly. His boys were here with him this time and all was well. They would keep each other safe as they always did and they were why he made extra food and potions. He made some for Tony but they would no doubt carry their own. However, there was a small part put aside for the new Black team. Yuffie might have heart and a great spirit, but she would need to be prepared with her team too. So with that in mind, the advisor worked on rations and potions for her team too, small as they were.
So anyone who comes in will see him busily preparing, cooking and getting the medicines ready. And they might get treated to a snack and something to drink at some point too.
Arrival -
After seeing the creatures step back and down, green eyes noted the hurried retreat. If the voidtrackers were here, nothing was as under control as it would be reported. And at hearing the report of more ships, Ignis keeps the professional armour on and in place. He looked over at his team and couldn't express how proud he was to have members of his team from back home here with him, Gladio and Prompto from the Crownsguard in particular.
Blue team was already set so he began to explore the station, and to figure out a plan of helping guard this place. He set the supplies down and kept an eye out for Madoka. He would be loading her down with healing potions and rations, basically staying put and handing out food and medicine, and staying safe. She would have her shield and taser from the one mission. Ignis had no qualms about keeping one of each in order to keep her safe.
So as he walked around, Ignis tried to see any obvious places to stand guard and figure out where younger members of his team would be safe to hide. The advisor also was going to go over the layout with the shield and his beau photographer as soon as he could get a hold of them.
Wildcard -
If there's anything else, go for it here!
preparation
...But then he paused, looking over at the potion components as though something pulled his attention from the fear of imminent disaster.
"Wh...what's all this?"
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Kaiba spends the time before they arrive pacing around the dressing car. The flight suit isn't as comfortable as his custom suit from home, of course it's not, and he feels ridiculous. But the main worry on his mind is about the mission.
"Are there even enough of us who can program a shield?"
He's confident in his abilities. But from what he's seen of the rest of his teammates...this might be a problem.
arrival
Upon disembarking, he immediately looks over the ships and goes for a piloting briefing. They're not his designs, but they'll do. And as an experienced pilot, he's got this under control.
Immediately after, he receives a blaster and hits the practice area. He's a decent shot for someone who's played a lot of video games, though lacking in real-world experience...but when he hits the general target three shots in a row, he pops it back in the holster and starts to pace by the ships.
"Why do I have the feeling this won't end well."
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She's trying to be helpful, really, but with the way she's eyeing those ships... "Or because we're flying spaceships?"
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So hard to choose which to poke, we can do the arrival too if you want/or after
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Eva's done her best to get Orange Team organised in what time they have. So much so, she's very much lefty her own prep outside having her bag, 'dex, and Princess in his 'ball, to the last minute.
"Sacred legends of the Three..." It's a mutter. Not a curse, but a prayer as Eva shoves on an orange helmet and makes sure pokebelt is securely around her waist and the pokeball securely attached. "Sandā be my wings, faiyā be my heart, and furīzā be my will."
She has never been to space. She's more than a bit daunted and flightsuit reminds her of a dragon-rider's suit. Yet she clearly trying to keep a brave face up as she hopes, hopes any and all prep those in Orange did will be enough.
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He approached calmly and spoke softly if not necessarily gently. "I hope we're from different universes because no one in their right mind should ever ask anything of that monster."
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Then he took up residence in a corner, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes. Meditating in his usual pose would take up too much space in the areas where they could easily disembark so he remained standing. Inwardly, he was gauging the ki levels of those around him and keeping a mental "eye" out for when they arrived to see what would be out there.
II. Arrival
And one more thing: the missions the train had assigned them hadn't been obvious to the people here until right after the train had arrived and its passengers disembarked. They thought they had everything under control but right when they were attacked anew, the train had arrived.
Of course, Piccolo didn't say anything for the moment. He followed the aliens and watched as they instructed the Voidtreckers how to use their weapons. He didn't grab one for himself; it would be a waste. But he did pay attention all the way through the orientation and linger around long enough to learn what was needed.
III. Onward + Wildcard
Once he'd done that though he set out to explore the station and get to know its layout. If he was going to stay here he wanted to know the area he would be fighting in. He also took time to ask the locals how the fighting outside was going and made certain to point out that he would likely want to get outside without a ship. He wasn't surprised for the looks he got when he mentioned it but forced them to tell him the easiest way out without having to blast a hole in the wall that would do more harm than good. He also asked for a map of the surrounding space so that if he was needed elsewhere he knew where to fly with or without ki sensing to find someone specific.
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Hopefully, it wasn't. Hopefully, it was just a matter of interdimensional rep.
But, here she was: learning how to wield a blaster. Not that she didn't know how to wield one, necessarily, but she had the feeling letting these people know what she could do when 'internal security may have been breached' was a bad plan.
"Hey, Piccolo," she greeted, looking up from her weapon-study as she waited for her turn at the firing range. "... You think you could stay in touch with someone through a wormhole? We'd been brainstorming ways to do it since this morning, but if you've got anything I'm all ears."
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If a late in is alright? (Also hoping I understand how DBZ Ki works...)
ofc! (lbr, no one understands how it works rly lol)
Lol, that helps.
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The train came to a stop, the scene unfolded outside, and soon the passengers were being led to an armory. 47 observed everything carefully, including the scene between the scaled aliens upon the train's arrival and the incoming transmissions alerting the crew of new attacks, noting everything away for a later time. He didn't want to dwell on the observations while they had a mission to complete but there was certainly some interesting facts to go over later. Instead he went with the flow and readily paid attention to the weapons training. It wasn't too hard for him to follow considering his weapons expertise.
He picked up two different types of weapons, quickly went over the systems and functions for each aspect of the weapon without further help, and practiced a few quick shots to get a feel for each weapon. He made it look like he'd been using these sorts of weapons his entire life when in reality it was his first time seeing these particular guns.
II. Onward
47 didn't hesitate often once he was assigned a mission but he certainly did prefer to have knowledge of his target beforehand when he set off. The assassin would have liked Intel on the enemy forces on the other side of the battlefield where they were headed to complete their mission. At least some sort of information on where they would going, whether the weapon would be a separate structure or held inside of a base of some sort, really anything about what was in front of him. He usually at least had an idea of what he was looking for once he got somewhere, even if he didn't know much about the area or potential hazards he might run into along the way.
Well, there wasn't anything to be had for it at this point. He'd relied upon his extensive training and honed instincts so far in his life he would just continue down the path ahead of him in the same manner as always. With confidence and a stoic exterior.
He got into the fighter ship prepared for him, hit the appropriate controls without hesitation, and waited for command to give him a green light to take off. 47 didn't take the time to wonder if his team would be able to keep up. It was easier for him to complete a task on his own anyway. A war blow battlefield was no different to him than a walk through a construction site. He could still complete a mission on his own despite the odds. When he got the green light to go, 47 took off out into space and flew towards the wormhole. He prepared to enter a dog-fight when he got there though his goal was to get through with as little combat as possible so he could make it to the other side and start the real mission as quickly as possible.
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OTA for Nita; Actionspam or Prose okay!
There were some things on this mission that Nita couldn't do, and they bothered her immensely:
-There was no way to research the planet, let alone this 'Empire of Stars', before landing.
-There was no simple way, yet, to detect if there were any double-agents among the population.
-There were no indications what kinds of radar the systems involved were using - and thus, no indication what kind of shielding to use to avoid detection.
-There was no plan for the wormholes.
But, apart from busying herself packing light (her portion of rations and water, clothes, hair ties), she could be found all around the train getting herself ready.
Possibly even more importantly, she could be called upon to educate other people on the train on certain scientific matters - such as what space was actually like.
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[For goodbyes; Nita has made it clear by this point that she's tagging along with Team Red to account for that hole in their information and plans.]
Take Me To The Pilot
Nita was... not enthusiastic about flying a ship by herself. So, she'd be looking for a partner.
As she poked about one of the dual-fighters she could be heard muttering to the peridexis, annoyed.
"Yes, I know you can't be my copilot, but you can still help me keep track of where the controls are!"
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[Eva's more than a little worried give what Red are doing this mission, but she accepts the young woman's choice.]
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Forget my plurk comment; just got to this. |D
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Samata stopped in the doorway as she disembarked the train. The creatures within were like nothing she had ever seen, but they seemed to be able to talk like people, so they must be people. That wasn't what was stopping her.
It was the cavernous docking bay. It was bigger than the grandest sorcerer's palace, but had the feel of a barracks or warehouse. The walls were made of PERFECTLY fitted metal, and there wasn't a speck of life save for all the lizard people running around in the distance, preparing for some kind of war apparently. This was like nothing she had ever seen before.
Samata did not consider herself terribly religious, especially not after the last year of her life, but she still found herself muttering a prayer to Istavan out of habit.
"Istavan grant me the understanding to see your plan..."
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Superstitious awe can only last for so long for someone as stubborn as her. Eventually she got over the strange scenery and people and started thinking in practical terms. She'd arranged for several metal plates, one for each team, and was busily hammering away at them with a chisel as she etched complex patterns into them that looked like baroque circuit diagrams more than anything else. The repetitive chime of metal on metal wasn't terribly loud, but it did feel out of place in the middle of all these technological marvels. Every couple of strikes would be followed by a pause as she compared her work to a diagram from a largish, leather bound book she had lying open on the floor next to her.
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"Need anything to drink?" she asked, once her fellow wizard and roommate had taken one of those pauses.
"You've got something good going, there."
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Well, Inigo never thought he'd be here, but he sure is feeling grateful for the sudden mission announcement. At the moment he would take anything over being left alone with his thoughts and nothing to do but chores and training. At least actual battle should be wild enough that he won't have much time to turn the same worries over and over in his head.
You might find him in the dressing car, already wearing his flight suit, but giving the helmet a half-sceptical glance. "These things have to be terrible for your hair." Yes, this is the main concern here.. oh, no, wait, he seems to think of something else as he turns to you.
"By the way, these ships in space they keep mentioning.. Are they shaped like actual ships?"
Someone please give the medieval boy some Space 101 debriefing..
( 2. between arrival and onward (for cr) )
Right before the teams split up to go their own ways, Inigo will be sure to wander around and keep an eye out for any face that looks familiar. Mostly since he's fussing over everyone's safety, but you wouldn't be able to tell with the way he instead laughs and approaches people he knows.
"So, are you going to miss me?" He makes it sound like just a joke.
( 3. awkward gay panic in space (for yuki) )
Inigo is actually kind of glad Yuki is tagging along. Sure, maybe it'd be safer for him to stay back here with blue, despite Yuki being a purple team member as well.. but Inigo knows that he'd just be constantly thinking about the other guy and worrying about him if he couldn't keep an eye on him and know he was okay.
.. granted, it's not like he can stop thinking about Yuki even when he is there. Every time he looks at the other, Inigo can feel his heart beating so much more rapidly that it almost feels unhealthy. He's going to pass out before he even sees a hint of battle at this rate. Help.
"Well, we should just... go find a ship, right?"
He's smiling on the outside.
But dying on the inside.
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Sometimes he forgets that not everyone is from a space-capable time period. Kaiba snorts and shakes his head. "They have to be fully encased to be space-capable. We can't breathe out there, and there's no room for an oxygen tank in...this..."
Ugh, he hates the suit. Too orange.
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A wormhole. They were going through another f-%&#@ wormhole. When he'd read the objectives, he'd barely finished before his mind too him back. It had been years ago at this point, well over five, maybe closer to ten now- he wasn't sure- but he could still feel the weight of the bomb in his hands. He remembered the speed it was traveling toward the city. The fear that he was going to have to make some very hard, very fatal decisions was settling in his stomach like a hot coal. The wormhole above was the only place he could put the bomb. He'd risked everything to push it upward and finally through that glowing circle. He'd been in space and who knows what part. The exertion and relief of the bomb going somewhere that wasn't a city of millions mixed with a whole slew of other crap had him blacking out. Thank god for Thor- not that he'd ever rightfully thanked the man for catching him.
He found somewhere to throw up. He tried to douse his fear with a drink, but that just made him get sick again. So he lingered there alone till color returned to his face and he was able to walk out like nothing had ever happened.
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As always Tony was checking to make sure everyone had the basics- their rucksacks, rations, a small first aid kit pack, and knew their team's objectives. The team leads he verified knew their team's objectives and the objectives of the other teams. He checked and then double, possibly triple, checked the leads knew who was joining their team from another team and what team members were joining other teams.
It left him barely enough time to get ready himself, but that was just as well. Too much time with his own thoughts wasn't a good thing this time. For anyone who crossed his path, he was extra short with. Fortunately, it wasn't long before he was dressed and had his equipment. Now just the waiting game till the doors of the train opened.
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He offers Tony a smile as he steps out of the bathroom but it's more of a semi-reassuring smile. He moves over to the train's leader and looks him over again. Alright there, Stark? Which do you prefer, Tony or Mister Stark?" He asks, throwing out a question to offer a small distraction.
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Creed waits until the last possible minute to get ready. Instead, he spends time in the garden car. Of all things, he's eating. He'd gotten food from the kitchen and is eating. Methodically. Once he's done with that, he heads to the dressing car and pulls on the suit. His daughter could design better, but beggars can't be choosers.
When he's done, and wearing the damned ugly purple jumpsuit, he leans back against a wall, his eyes closed, able to smell the fear, anxiety and anticipation in the car. More than one person has been sick and that sharp smell reaches him too. But he doesn't point it out.
If anyone looks close, though, they'll notice that even though his arms are crossed in a relaxed posture, his fingernails are growing, ever so slowly. He can control how fast his claws grow and he's making a point to keep them under wraps. Once they appear, all bets on Mr. Nice-Creed are off.
"Yeah?" He asks, as someone approaches.
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He's not the first out the doors, when they finally open, but he's not the last, either. Instead, he heads for the range, and manages to fire one of their rifles, one handed. Right, that'll work. He then heads for the ships. He doesn't have dog fighting experience, so he heads for a two-person. He can fly or he can gun, and he's not real picky about which. He has a feeling that he's going to end up on the ground ripping people apart anyway.
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But it doesn't stop her from seeking out those who clearly have experience with guns.
"I saw you on the range. Does... Does it get easier? Being armed."
She hates how small she sounds, how uneasy and unsure.
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The mission came through just as it had before but the descriptors has the Doctor frowning. These all sound potentially dangerous and he happens to know at least one person that is probably going to be a bit reckless. He's worried about that this time and he needs to find the captain before he goes off on this mission and intentionally uses himself as a sacrifice.
He enters the dressing area where everyone is getting prepared and scans the room for Jack. He strolls over with all poise and swagger of the Doctor and rests a hand on the man's shoulder. "Jack, wander if I might have a moment?"
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A worm hole? Doomsday devices? Must be Tuesday. The Doctor finishes a customary mug of tea and quickly hunts out a suit just perfect for him and fits the helmet over his head. "Well, At least we'll all look cool." He states, his normal grin on his face.
"What do you think? I think Red really might be my color." He comments, looking himself over in the cracked mirror.
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"I never wore clothes like this before!"
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Orange is not Aoko's color. She doesn't look bad in it but she's still a little bent out of shape due to the fact her name is AoKo and someone decided that meant that she should definitely be on the orange team. Oh well, she fits the suit over her clothes and looks down at it. It's a lot more comfortable than she was expecting.
She wiggles does a few movements her knees-bend her elbows, that sort of thing to get a good feel for how exactly it fits. It's nice-if she didn't know any better she'd say it was made for her.
"What do you think?" She asks the person next her. "Hair up or down?" It's an important question.
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Aoko has absolutely no experience in space craft repairs so she's going to stay with the blue team to be briefed on the situation a little more. Space ship repairs might be out of her league but she's still smart and can still contribute ideas and go over information that might be suspicious.
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Yet, anyway. "I can plait and twist it around your head if you want? Better than having it grabbed."
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For Wen Qing, preparation for her very first mission in outer space mostly means trying to learn what she will be dealing with. Maybe that will make the entire affair a little bit less daunting.
So she's spending a lot of time in the library browsing science-fiction books and quizzing people about their knowledge on outer space.
It's a frustrating experience for someone from ancient China, even more so as a doctor who is used to having the skill and knowledge to be helpful.
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She can be found sitting on her bunk bed, not quite tearing at her hair but looking very close to it. "Shields up," she can be heard muttering bitterly, "I still don't know what shields, nobody's even carrying a shield..."
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The idea of any of them going to war. It's enough to make him feel sick and worried for everyone on the train. Even though he's known for a while that these missions will involve people fighting, the idea of sending them to kill people made him feel ill.
But even though his quiet despair he could hear Wen Qing's confusion. He knows Lord Gyousou is confused as well, their world did not have a concept of space. In fact with the sea of clouds and the endless sea full of stars Taiki wasn't sure there even was a place like space in their own world...
"They don't mean shields like that... Um... More like a barrier. Of energy."
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The suits are absurd but Fëanor has started to get used to the sheer lunacy of the attires they are required to wear on the missions. He fails to see how the skin-tight suit can do anything more than constrict his movements. It surprises him that it doesn't. So maybe there was a point in making people wear them.
"Lizard people," he states quietly. "That's new."
If he had even a tiny doubt at any moment before that he had truly left the realm of Arda, this is a final proof. Even if the Voidtreckers come from different places those they were meant to help were all recognizable to him as people up to this point.
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None of the previous missions was exactly easy or safe. No matter if it was fire or ice, they were in constant danger. Yet this is different. It feels different. Now they got thrown here in the middle of an open war to help, as it seems from the first impressions, the losing side. He'd rather have another round with the insane ice guy...
He holds the palantír in his hand.
"Curufin has his and I have mine. I will be reaching out to you as often as the situation allows."
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"Surprised you haven't met any by now, honestly. There's a whole bunch of kinds of people, once you start getting outside your home system..."
At least in Nita's experience. When it came to 'the billion homeworlds', hominoids, let alone primate-based ones, were rather in the minority.
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Dairine was considering those flight suits. While technically she doesn't need them for space travel, they could save on energy for more important spells and might help her blend in with the local populace. ...Not that she usually worries about that, in her usual travels, but it couldn't hurt to build some commonality for this mission. Besides, how often did she get the chance to dress like she's in NASA?
In the end, she goes with the flight suit. Dairine hasn't bothered putting on the helmet, though she is inspecting it closely. After a moment of thought, she brings it to her side where it seems to disappear.
Might as well put it in her pocket space with all the other things she's bringing.
Just in case.
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Upon stepping off onto the hanger, Dairine can be seen shifting her weight from foot to foot, her standard gravity test. She then brings out her laptop out of what seems like thin air. Dairine seems rather focused on it for the first few minutes.
Then she's off to ogle the space ships and blasters. Yes, she has seen both in the real before. No, she does not care. They're still cool.
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Okay, so Ianto was a planner. He didn't like to just fly into things willy-nilly, well at least before he died. Now, however, he didn't want to live in doubt or fear, not when he knew that now was all the time that he had. It was simple once he accepted his life as is was and not how it should be. Ianto is a methodical person so he put his uniform on with precision and efficiency. He never actually flown on a plane before so he really hopes space sickness is not an actual thing. He can be found unbuttoning and rebuttoning his suit to soothe his nerves.
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Seeing him fiddling with his suit, a rock drops into Jack's stomach. Jack had been excited before but, only just now had he even considered that Ianto might head out on the mission as well, and he swallows hard. What if something happens to him? What if Jack isn't there if things go sideways again..?
The thought chills his blood as he approaches him with a smile. "Looks good on you."
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Curufin goes into the dressing car, sheds his usual clothing and pulls on a flight suit and a helmet.
"It seems orange is still the new black!" he remarks, humorously. He looks down and slaps the black train logo on his chest, with a grin. "And if anybody didn't know we arrived on a train, this fancy brand symbol will surely inform them!"
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After the train drops out of the Void and ends up in the hanger, Curufin watches through the window as the scaled humanoids with the guns figure out that the Void Warriors are not enemies but friends, and then everybody is let off the train. He barely has time to say to Hitrinto that it is all right, because in a time of war, it is wise to be cautious. He is interrupted by the loud radio announcement about the second wormhole and the attack on Station Two.
"Oh, fine, Station Two is probably where we are going!" he jokes to whichever of his teammates is nearest him, or whoever on any team at all is near him.
And then the blasters are handed out. They get to practice briefly, and he grins and blows the cardboard target away, at a distance.
And then he walks with his team to the available fighter craft and looks them over. While others are making their choices, he decides to forgo the solo fighter in favor of a dual fighter. He turns to his teammates and asks, "Who wants to be my shipmate? We can share the tasks if you like, piloting and weapons. I have some experience flying, and I have enough experience with modern weapons so that ship's weapons should not be hard to master quickly. Do you want to share and change off as needed, or would you prefer to stick to just one role?"
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She rushes through the crowd, trying to find even a faintly familiar face, just anyone she can put a name to. "Help! Excuse me! I thought I could help but I don't understand a single thing that's going on!"
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Turning around abruptly at Ivy's clamor, Nita responds, "Ivy?? Hey, hey, we can figure this out," she says, attempting to look encouraging.
"I can get us a quiet spot and all. Where do you want me to start?"
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But what most people would see, was an amused looking young man with curly hair and a long blades stick treating defense as if it were a dance. A man without space suit or armor. Who seemed to be utterly stupid in all ways in how he was treating this except... the blasts weren't hitting him, at all. He wasn't suffering for a lack of suit. More often than not he was knocking out foes, but when he had to kill, he killed. But it was hard to tell exactly how he was managing, really.
Unless, of course, the one observing him noticed the way his Sapphire Jewels flashed every so often. Or could sense the vast amount of dark magic he was subtly using as he laughed a seemingly innocent laugh and danced aside from blow after blow. As a blade that should have opened his side slid across an eight of an inch from his clothing, cutting nothing. His elbow came down almost casually on the arm of the one that had slashed at him, disarming him. The blade that had gone against him vanished. "Guess you should go back and get another weapon, huh?" he asked with an amused laugh.
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She'd not expected to see Khardeen doing... whatever it was without a spacesuit or at least armour. It's one thing to be on a space station, but another thing not to be safe. But, then again, with the number of magic users on the train, maybe-
Later. She can ask later. Right now... She lets off a point-and-fire face shot at an enemy who'd been trying to get the jump on him. And another, and another until she's pretty sure it's dead.
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Elfangor studied the suit that was clearly meant for him. Not all that m any quadrupeds with humanoid torsos here that he had noticed. The clear domes over the part of the helmet meant for his eyestalks amused him. If ever anyone hadn't had the chance to see someone without a mouth smiling, they could see it now. It was all in his main eyes. Rather, the two eyes that were actually on his face.
He hadn't wanted to go back to the war when the Ellimist took him. When he had run from the war, part of it had been the need to hide the Time Matrix and protect it. Paert of it had been Loren, of course. But part of it... had been that he was sick of war and the choices war brought. Seeing good people becomes sacrifices, seeing good Princes make horrible choices.
But he had gone back, and all his dreams as a young aristh came true. He made a name for himself as a Prince. And more, he was a fighter pilot. A pretty amazing one, if he did admit it himself. But that war had killed him. Or nearly. Instead of dying he wound up here. With his son.
So this? going into another war? His feelings were mixed. But if this was the cost of being able to spend time with Tobias, he would take it. Was this why the Ellimist had saved him, had brought him here? He wasn't sure. This wasn't his war, but he could help another race protect themselves. For a time. For his son.
And it was odd, but having made the decision, he was almost excited. As if by helping here he could somehow wash away some of the errors of his past. Or maybe it was simply that he could use his skills to do good. This wasn't his war. These weren't his people. Oddly that made this easier, not harder. Yes, he would help.
Feel free to come talk to the contemplative alien as he studies his suit, or in the hours before they emerge, suitless, find him running in the Garden Car. One last snack before they go. After all, he didn't know how long they'd be away, and Non-Andalite ships rarely provided grass on the bridge....
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Yes, he is on the blue team, but something like that isn't keeping Prince Elfangor from flying a fighter like the hotshot Prince he'd become. Besides, the one person fighters needed someone with experience, and that was him. Even if the ship was cramped and small. But there was a way to handle that... And a reason he had found a second suit, one that no one else had seemed to need, fit for a human. If he had to, he could fit into a smaller ship. But for now he would deal with being cramped.
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He had started out helping purple with his fighter. Blowing up the foes, dodging and weaving neatly in space. It hadn't taken him long to learn the primitive systems, though he did miss the elegance of the ships he was used to. Even the Jahar, despite the horrors associated with it. But this he could do. Until the last of the reds were heading through. He took up the rear, flying backwards to guard the rear and then... followed.
With red now he was hunting for this new weapon. They could destroy it, but he was hoping to get to it, to the controls, to disarm it first, and figure it out. And then leave a nasty little surprise for anyone who actually tried to use it....
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"Don't know about you," Gladio started as he gestured with a hand toward Elfangor's suit and then his own. "Can't stand them. But I'm told they'll protect us so..." He gave a shrug then and clocked eyes on the guys helmet and laughed. It was very much designed with the alien guy in mind. "They thought of everything, huh?"
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