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middleofsomewhere2020-03-15 03:39 pm
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2020-03-15 03:39 pm
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Blue Team Onward!
Initial Guarding
Once the other teams fly off it is quiet once more at the military base. Blue team will be allowed to start patrolling, though there will be some areas such as the main command floor that are off limits. Any medically-inclined Void treckers will be welcome in the med bay and the guards will happily have some volunteers to do outside patrols.
But for the first day or so it is quiet, Hitrinto works as a liaison between the void treckers and the command staff, relaying messages and keeping them informed of the progress of battle.
Attack!
Late on the second day there is a break to the peace, alarms blare and lights flash red. "Enemy ships approach. Enemy ships approach."
Anyone who can get to the hanger quick enough will be given ships and sent off to fight. There aren't many enemy ships, four or five and hopefully they are beaten off easily.
But this becomes a semi regular occurrence. At least twice a day there are attacks. Patrols are stepped up, extra people are put on standby to man ships as quickly as possible.
Sabotage
Perhaps the attacks are a distraction. Because it is clear that something isn't right. Power goes down in one section or other. Equipment is messed with. Emergency doors are tampered with or left open. There aren't many people on this base but sometimes they will get the feeling of being watched. Of not being alone.
It soon becomes clear there are enemies inside the station and they are clearly biding their time. It is not known for what purpose. But finding them is probably a priority.
Once the other teams fly off it is quiet once more at the military base. Blue team will be allowed to start patrolling, though there will be some areas such as the main command floor that are off limits. Any medically-inclined Void treckers will be welcome in the med bay and the guards will happily have some volunteers to do outside patrols.
But for the first day or so it is quiet, Hitrinto works as a liaison between the void treckers and the command staff, relaying messages and keeping them informed of the progress of battle.
Attack!
Late on the second day there is a break to the peace, alarms blare and lights flash red. "Enemy ships approach. Enemy ships approach."
Anyone who can get to the hanger quick enough will be given ships and sent off to fight. There aren't many enemy ships, four or five and hopefully they are beaten off easily.
But this becomes a semi regular occurrence. At least twice a day there are attacks. Patrols are stepped up, extra people are put on standby to man ships as quickly as possible.
Sabotage
Perhaps the attacks are a distraction. Because it is clear that something isn't right. Power goes down in one section or other. Equipment is messed with. Emergency doors are tampered with or left open. There aren't many people on this base but sometimes they will get the feeling of being watched. Of not being alone.
It soon becomes clear there are enemies inside the station and they are clearly biding their time. It is not known for what purpose. But finding them is probably a priority.
Attack!
Not everything they fought was evil. It wasn't like the heartless and the Nobodies. They had both good and bad inside of them. It was a choice.
"I know but I can help. I'm just-" Naminé looked up and met the conflict with those hopeful crystal blue eyes. "I wish we didn't have to fight." One of the enemy ships entered the hanger and she set her eyes on him. Her magic was subtle but it reached out from her as she released the chains of her targets memory and after a brief shutter, the pilots body went limp. She flinched at the sight but the conflict wasn't over.
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Gladio's eyes turned toward the enemy ship and watched as the pilot just suddenly went limp. His gaze fell to Naminé at his side. He had no idea if she had done that, it could have been coincidence. But he had a feeling it wasn't.
"Do you want me to take you back to Iggy and the others?" He asked then. "Out of the way of the fighting." There was no judgement, just a reassuring smile and then a playful wink. "My shield is yours, Princess. If you need it."
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Maybe it was best to go back.
"Ah." She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted as his nickname roused memories of her other half. "I'm not a princess. Not like she was." She was a shadow of a princess, of Kairi. She didn't think that name suited her. Princesses didn't do bad things.
"I can't use my magic on the ships." She's never done it while moving and while it was probably possible, Naminé was unpracticed. "I should head back." Terra would be worried about her.
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"So that was magic?" He asked, curious as he lead the girl away from the fighting to take her where she would be safe and where she would be able to help others. Gladio knew Ignis had set up outposts to help heal fighters and support them. Maybe that would be something Naminé could do if fighting was upsetting her?
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"Ah. Yes. I am a witch. I have power over peoples memories. I can alter them or scatter them." There was more to it than that but it was hard for her to put into words. She'd never been formally trained and a lot of what she knew she'd learn from the Organization that had kept her locked within the Castle.
"I used it in the last world but I rewrote the memories then. I convinced a snow bear that I was its cub and it needed to protect me. So it fought the other creatures and guided me to safety. I told it to return to its home and not to hurt anyone but in the end... the snow melted and it was gone. When I do this, I see into their hearts and minds. I see everything and- it hurts. Shouldn't we all be allowed to live?" She looked up at Gladio, asking him for an answer to a question that was both obvious but also complicated.
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But that was the power itself. Not so much the user.
Naminé hadn't chosen this power, he assumed. And based on what she said next he felt safe in that assumption.
He looked down at her when he felt eyes on him and smiled. He took a risk then and moved a hand to rest it gently upon her shoulder and offered a reassuring smile. "You're right. Everyone deserves to live. And it hurts when that's taken away. Unfortunately it's a risk some of us take. Take me for example. I want to live. But my job, my duty, means that there's a chance I could die. I'll do what I can to avoid that, I can't do my duty if I'm dead. But I've made my peace with the prospect it could happen. These guys we're fighting? They're coming at us knowing they'll either win or lose. It's the risk we take when we pick up a weapon and go to war with someone else. Is it fair? Heck no. Wish we didn't have to do this... But if we have to, if we don't have a choice, I'd rather be the one to win. I'd rather take their lives than watch the lives of my friends be taken from me."
Gladio gave Naminé's shoulder another gentle squeeze. He had the strangest urge to hug the girl, but not knowing her well enough he resisted. His smile softened though, as did his expression. "You shouldn't have to hurt to protect people, Naminé. But I appreciate you're help. You can stand down now. There's no need for you to suffer any more than you already have. We'll get you to Iggy and you'll be able to help him." And, he hoped, maybe being able to help in that way would ease some of the sadness in the girls eyes. He could understand how much it would pain her to see into someone's heart and mind like that, and then take it all away. It was a burden she shouldn't have had to deal with. And if he could protect her from that, he would.