❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[natha]

THE PROLOGUE     Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real. What is it, Sael? —Is everyone asleep?! Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...? N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online! ... I don't know what to do... I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions— ... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing? Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now. Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees. The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong. You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head. Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us. —Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate. There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds. The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune. Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you. Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st. THE DESCENT     FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that. Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive. It’s not always easy being first. SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come. At least you’ll have help in getting settled. THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required. “Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all. FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you? FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself. Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith. FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you. Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax. You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this! Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night... I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower? Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS     All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out. A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter? B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm! C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure. FINAL OOC NOTE     This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes. Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST. 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life skills

[shashka]

[ unlike his still-sleeping friend, Ocelot isn't what you would call a "rugged survivalist" by any means. but, as lifelong military, he's still probably more experienced than most of the people around here. so, when a kid, of all people approaches him as he's prepping more first aid supplies, he raises an eyebrow. ]

Looking to make yourself useful? I can give you a basic rundown.

[ extra emergency kits won't fill themselves, after all. ]

lena "tracer" oxton | overwatch.

[quevalry]

i - fourth wave.

[ Everything happened so fast that it's just a blur in Lena's mind right now. Falling out of the sky isn't a familiar feeling for her because being such a great former pilot meant she always had control over her ships. The second she's out of the pod is the second she feels like she can breathe peacefully again, but that doesn't last very long because there's work to do. Thankfully, despite a rough landing, she's all in one piece.

The chronal accelerator is a charged up and Lena's ready to be on the move. There's a lot to do before the next wave comes through such as getting people out and making sure that they get to safety. Most of the people already here should be fine from what she remembers Darma telling them. Blinking around the area, checking out all the pods, she'll come up to a few people if they look distressed or are just wondering around. ]

Need a hand, love?

ii - supplies.

[ It's safe to go back to her pod now that nobody else is falling out of the sky. People had talked about how there are supplies in there and Lena wants to make sure to get all of hers out. The more they have, the better it will be for everyone. However, it looks like some of the items didn't survive the landing. Pulling out a tent, she eye's how most of the rods are broken.

Lena sighs heavily. ] I suppose nobody around here knows how to fix these, do they?

[ She takes a step back and shows off the supposed tent in her hands. The sleeping bag is intact at least so worst comes to worse, Lena's going to be sleeping under the stars tonight. That won't be much of a problem for her because at least she has some experience with that and it's not like the weather is horrible right now. ]

iii - camping.

[ There's no time to rest, not yet, not until someone actually drags Lena down and make her sit at the campfire. She keeps zipping back and forth between places, bringing firewood to different sections of their camp so she knows everyone stays warm. Unfortunately, Lena's juice does run out right in the middle of her transporting more wood.

Say hi to either the wood she had been holding or herself, because she doesn't jump far enough to get out of the way of people. If she doesn't land on someone, Lena's going to land face first into the ground with a loud thump. It would have happened sooner or later given how she's barely allowed her accelerator time to charge and now she's buying the price for it.

And so has the person that was closest to her at the time, possibly. ]

Kazuhira Miller | Metal Gear

[b0mbshell]

2nd Wave
[Hearing a voice in one's head? Not something he can get used to easily. He wakes to it in the pod, feels the shuddering, the vague panic of being contained. He struggles against the secure walls and binds even as he's being reassured because it's not exactly a comfortable situation to come around to consciousness in. Kaz really wishes they would tell him before starting one of these things. Or maybe that it's that he's spoiled as a base commander to always be in the know. Or maybe karma is finally getting to him for some of his side ventures.]

[He supposes it doesn't matter because the landing jolts him so hard that he blacks out again.]

[He's just going to have to wait for someone to come pry him out of this thing. Luckily most of the wait will be spent with him unconcious. It makes the work easier?]


First Aid
[Once Miller is finally out and feeling a little bit more himself, he starts doing some dirty work. First aid is easy. He's good enough in it that he can stitch wounds and bandage someone up, set and stabilize broken bones, apply antisceptic, administer pain-relievers. It's not good enough for surgeries but it can help out, keep someone together and in less pain until a more permenant healing solution can be found.]

[He's quick to check on new pods when they arrive, look over people who let him, and suss through and drag out supplies to help cobble together their loose camp.]

'Regrettable news' she says. Who the hell is attacking anyway? [He mutters as he moves in to check on someone.]

You doing alright there? No organs falling out or broken toes or anything? [The words are said with that sort of exhausted humor that comes with a situation that is so far beyond one's ken they only know how to do this one mundane task to deal with it.]


Seeking Shelter
[It's actually been a while since Kaz had to deal with a night this cold.]

[He's lived in Central America for years now. Colombia, Nicaragua, Costa Rica. It's always been warm, every place they've roamed to. The Caribbean is a lovely place and balmy and even nights are humid at their most chill. Here? It's not that he can't deal with the cold, but it's going to take some adjustment.]

[Getting into a tent might help.]

Mind if I share your tent with you? I promise I won't leave my clothes all over the floor and I'll do my own dishes. [He asks as he settles down beside of someone.]

i

[personalwar]

[ The moment that Darma's voice indicated that the inhumanly strong would be sent down to the planet first, in escape pods, 76 had known what he was in for. He hadn't expected the trip planetside to be an easy one, but so much for getting any kind of warning.

He's parachuted into battle zones before, but never from such a height. The drop is long and intense, the sort of thing that would probably make some less experienced people throw up all over themselves, but it's the landing that's the real kick to the pants. The bigger you are, the harder you fall, and as the first group they don't have anyone to help cushion that.

76's pod knocks into a few trees on the way down and then hits the ground hard, jostling him inside with enough impact to send pain lancing down his body. He manages to keep his head secure enough that he doesn't bang it against anything or get knocked out, but there's a few seconds he has to take to recover.

That's long enough for someone else who must have landed nearby to wrench the door open. 76 stares up at the stranger's face; thankfully, his own is covered. Some beading of sweat on his forehead is the only indication that he's under any kind of strain. The second he moves, though, he can feel that he must have bruised his ribs. Instead of saying as much or answering the stranger's question, 76 forces himself out of the pod, pushing through the pain.

It's once he's vertical that he notices the strange things about the stranger: the ears, the fangs, the partially red hair. He tilts his head up, looking for any sign of the next wave of people. ]

Looks like we've got some time. Gonna get a lay of the land.

[ No thanks offered, he just yanks his rifle out of the pod and starts walking. ]

wildcard.

[tub]

[ it's amazing that in the midst of all the destruction that he happened to come upon a certain ... hat. a fedora? or what was the word he recalled someone use? a pig's nose hat? (insert emoji here) regardless, with all that was occurring, he's forgot that he's kicked it to the side. fortunately things have calmed significantly. the fires quelled. the strife a bit more neatly closed up. even during the latter half, he discovered himself prying open pods. though, certainly not for free.

or, not without an immense desire for humiliating the ones trapped. still, all of that was relatively inconsequential in the face of the current issue. when chuuya passes by, he'll see shu with his hat in his hand, except, this is where... he just looks...

straight at chuuya, and— ] How are you going to show me your gratitude? Though, I can't say I have an interest in anything you can offer. [ is he trying to be insulting and vaguely... inappropriate at the same time in the same 24 hour period that they went through all this shit?

yes. 100%. ]

II.

[silverhound]

[The captain isn't the only one performing heroic deeds today.

Loz had been among the first to land since he forsook his pod in mid descent in favor for teleporting his way down to the earth below. His landing was an impressive one but too bad no one got a chance to see that during all the chaos. So, Loz been busying himself catching nearly every pod that came dangerously close to crashing. He unceremoniously rips off the face of every pod he catches like a can of tuna. The overgrown brute then dumps the unfortunate survivors out of the pods and tosses the remnants over his shoulder carelessly.

That would explain why there's a pod about to crash onto poor Steve over there. Loz isn't paying much attention of where he's dumping these pods and he's isn't too gentle with the survivors either. He's quite the opposite actually.

Go on!

[He yells heartlessly at one of the survivors he managed to save from the second wave. The poor man in question is frighten and visibly shaken up but be damned if Loz cares. This alien hybrid clearly doesn't know how to be gentle.]

Get up already! Stop being useless, stupid.

[jurisdick]

It's quite all right, given the situation.

[ his expression remains politely indifferent. beneath that, though, his muscles relax, glad for the physical contact to have come to an easy end. ]

I wouldn't recommend falling asleep out in the open, though.

[ hypocrite. not like she has any reason to know he had been dozing off, too. still, he can't help but add in his two cents. ]

took me ten centuries to write a sentence that wasn't "with your wood"

[winddaughter]

I'm sorry, would you like some alone time with your failure? [She shifts her stance just a bit.] Or should I take those logs from you? I can carry them.

SECOND WAVE!!!!!

[luxuriant]

[This is horrible timing. Zelos has only just gotten unstuck from his own pod, crawling out grumbling and rubbing at his now-bruised shoulder.]

Finally. Geez, what a pain in th—

[His words to himself are interrupted when something metal glints in the light. It's soaring towards him at incredible speed, and even though he braces himself and attempts to jump, he's a moment too slow. The door collides with his head and he and the metal piece go tumbling over into the ground. The metal flings much further, and when Zelos shoots to a sitting position, he's bleeding from his head.]

What the hell?! "Look out?!" Like that's gonna help, you—!!

[Ah, that sure is Merlin, still falling in that now unsafe pod. Pausing his ranting once more, he pushes himself up and kicks off the ground in an unnatural way, jumping to its height and grabbing onto the edge where a door used to be attached. Two people are not meant for one pod, and his weight jerks it off course, but he quickly grabs Merlin around the waist and jumps.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[The hair and the contrast of the blood was enough, but the tattoos (or scars? She's not sure) catch her by surprise. Just a moment, a curious look at them, and then she's focusing on his wound again.]

I'm a nurse. A healer. If I help you, you can rip open more pod doors. I can't do that. And neither can you, if you pass out.

[The tone of voice suggests she's not going to take to much arguing.]

iii

[speeds]

[ In contrast, he doesn't feel the cold at all. He's been cold for 87 years, unable to feel the heat anymore. His skin still feels like ice, and fire doesn't warm him -- only burns until there's nothing but ash for his kind anyway.

It's strange to see anyone other than him ducking away from the groups huddling together for warmth, and there's something that has him part trying to see what this guy is all about.

It isn't the same as what he goes through, but there's already been proof that it isn't always the same back on the station as well. Something isn't right, and Simon's scent is all off anyway -- more like one of his. ]

Are you worried about being left behind if you go off for a while?

[ He shouldn't be able to guess that so easily, or to most people he shouldn't be able to... yet here they are. ]

[daemonized]

[Hey, you can't judge his clothes already, get out.

Ardyn glances over as Ann sits nearby, eying the opened can of beans with a distanced kind of curiosity. He shrugs, the offered grin of his amicable enough.]

I don't see why not. The issue would be getting it out of the fire afterwards. You might want to find yourself a pair of pliers to safely remove it from the flames.

[Unless she wants to burn herself. He chuckles, but it's low and lost in the crackling of the fire.]

I saw a few things here and there, salvaged and set aside. You'll be needing a spoon-- [He waves a hand at a makeshift area nearby, where some supplies have been delegated for now.]

And I know there's eating utensils in there.

[totheno1]

Good gods, that was a mess to his ears. Nanjo didn't even bother getting too close when she starts screaming. Insanity? Hysterics? He'd dealt with worse.

"Do you think staying here will help you in any way?"

He wasn't one to put in kid gloves, sorry.

[coolerjunpei]

[He lives in complete despair, so he's fine like this. No, he's acutely miserable and itchy, but having someone talking to him - even with the sass - is kind of helping. This is where he's at as a person.]

No kidding. You think I should sue? Nobody's ever sued a lake before, but why the hell not, right? What else are we gonna do out here?

III.

[exonerated]

[ Blue fire is — new. Blue magic to him is snow and ice personified, cold and unsettling, echoing with the laughter of a sinister witch. The fire in his hand crackles, and Edmund almost drops it after he's been dragged to it. ]

I —

[ But the fire is warm, terribly comfortable. It doesn't burn — it tickles, miraculously enough. ]

Thank you. Do you not need it yourself?

[ — Perahps a stupid question. It occurs to Edmund that the man can probably conjure another. ]

the smell of betrayal is in the air

[unchainedwolf]

[Fenris is just watching the blanket and twigs that he's gathered burn as he sits and huddles in his blanket. He hasn't seen Hawke since this whole thing began. He hopes she is alright, but knowing her and the dumb luck that follows she is. His eyes move as he hears footsteps, the glow of the fire lights up a young man coming to him with-- is that food?]

Uh.

[Thank you is the word he is looking for. He isn't really use to humans helping an elf. There is Hawke, but Hawke is an odd breed of human who helps everyone. He looks at the food for a moment, but his suspension is overcome by hunger. His stomach makes a noise before he reaches.]

Thanks.

[He finally says as he moves over on the log. There is enough room for more.]

[webdesigned]

( NO KIDDING EDDIE YOU THINK but at least Peter is too dazed to properly sass about Edward turning into Captain Obvious Understatements... for now, anyway, who knows what he'll come up with a little time?

there's nothing on him that's broken, at least, though Peter is capable of breaking things with enough force. he's more or less fine, though, and slowly but surely shaking off the daze in his senses, even as they warn him about impending threats he can't even see yet. he appreciates the help to his feet, though he helps himself stand up before he's completely standing.
)

No, no... I'm okay. ( he'd probably say that if he had been impaled, though ... wasting the healers on him when he healed so fast didn't make any sense. ) Thanks. ( now he had to find a place to go and get suited up, if he was going to be helpful at all. )

i'm almost genuinely disappointed

[coolerjunpei]

[Automatically he shifts as well, holding the wood closer to his chest like it's offensive she would even offer. He's got this!! He hasn't got this.]

I'm doing just fine! Watch me. [He takes a step that is theatrically large, and like the stooge he is, drops like 3 pieces of wood at once. Freeze frame on this. He has no words.]

[jurisdick]

I'd imagine serving process on a body of water is difficult. That, and hailing it into court would be an interesting sight.

[ he sounds amused, despite how ungodly tired he is. every single muscle hurts. he hasn't felt this bad in years. ]

Did you need a hand standing back up?

gathering thereof.

[tub]

[ why is archer actually the santa claus of the descent log???


did you ever think of this while you wrote this prompt??? still, when archer delivers the tent, shu merely stares at him. if he notices, shu seems perfectly comfortable with sleeping on the hard, cold, soil. his clothes still tattered, and basically... not a single supply to his name. he almost seems perfectly keen and ready to let archer claus go on his merry way, but suddenly... he speaks. ] ...

I don't need it. [ he releases a sigh. ] It's too troublesome to put together.

moron;

[fakers]

[ archer's been spending the last hour or so distributing supplies, which in this case also means containers of water. which have, of course, has been properly gathered from a safe area.

when junpei calls out to him, he raises an eyebrow as he studies junpei's condition, before turning back to the water. well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what must have happened here. ]

Are you an idiot? [ this is a rhetorical question. ]

[getoutofmytemple]

[Ugh, shemlen warriors. Not his ideal choice, however he was likely at least competent. Moreso than others had appeared at least.]

I am not so foolish to assume beasts we are familiar with, hence the danger.

[He calls over someone to take the supplies the man had been carrying, and deliver them as needed. They too seemed a bit startled, but complied.]

Are you certain you are capable for the task?

[getoutofmytemple]

[He was grateful the woman did not take too much offense to his brash reaction. Another mage by the looks of it, though the armor and staff were odd, and he could not sense any magic.
It was curious, but he would not waste the woman's time with inquiries, he removed the one hand from his neck revealing the worst injury, which was still bleeding.]

My pauldron was torn loose in the impact, and cut into my neck and shoulder. These are the wounds most in need of immediate attention. If it would not strain resources then there are other injuries I would see tended, but I shall endure them if need be.

[Despite the armor's age, he did not think it to be a flaw of the armor itself, it simply was not made to cushion such an odd impact. He hoped to find someone to repair it properly eventually, but such would have to wait for another time.]

peggy carter | mcu

[revlon]

I. LANDING

[ It happens far more quickly than she anticipated, even with the word of warning. It's disorienting, and claustrophobic, being jolted awake so abruptly and in such confined quarters with just the echo of an explanation ringing in her ears. There's no way out, that much is clear, so Peggy has no choice but to take what comes next and make heads or tails of it as soon as she can. First: she needs to brace for impact.

It's far from gentle. She's been thrown around the inside of a C-47 in the past, plummeted to earth with a parachute that was almost a hair too slow in deploying, but this is nothing she's ever experienced before. The landing is a rough, bone-shaking jolt — she's strapped in tightly enough that she doesn't injury herself too gravely, although her head does slam against the side of the pod, which earns her a fresh cut that looks far worse than it is. ]

Bloody hell.

[ She's grumbling, snappish, dizzy. She's in the second wave, she's been tasked to see to the others who come after her, and she's already got blood on her brow — which she swipes away and out of her eye with some impatience. Peggy makes quick work of her harness, getting unbuckled, kicking her pod door open with a few swift kicks (it takes both feet), and finally she's pulling herself out into the open air of her — their — new home. TS Eliot has the wrong of it: the world didn't end with a whimper, but with a bang. Here's the proof, falling from the skies above and scattered across the ground around her.

Peggy pulls herself clear of her pod and immediately takes stock of her surroundings. The moment she spots someone who needs her help, needs hauling free, needs tending: she's at their side to support them, her grip far stronger than she looks. ]

You're all right. I've got you.

II. BEARINGS | A - C

[ Peggy's kept busy throughout the landings and she's no stranger to physical labour, but with the way her pod landed and the work that followed, she aches in a way she hasn't since the war. She's helped set up tents, fired off orders to the able-bodied (to find wood and set up fires where people can warm and relax themselves, to get help, to do what needs doing), circled through a makeshift triage to offer what she can in the way of stitching, bandaging, splinting. Her training as an intelligence operative means knowing how to keep alive with the barest of necessities where help is often nowhere to be found — behind enemy lines, surrounded on all sides, in relatively unknown territory. This reminds her of France, a little. Her first few missions. The uncertainty of it, despite all the training that reminds her she's more than capable of handling whatever is thrown at her.

She's taken on a role that is second-nature to her: take charge, as necessary. Help, as necessary. The work is a distraction, and as night falls and people start to settle in, she finds herself pausing on the edge of the encampment to take a few moments to herself. Peggy takes a deep breath and exhales, looking up at the starry sky above: she recognises no constellations, she cannot pinpoint where in the world they are. It's unsettling. But it's what it is. She turns at the sound of someone approaching — or, perhaps, she turns to simply head for the nearest fire to settle alongside it for some warmth; the night has gotten cold, and with the adrenaline fading, she's starting to feel the chill.

God, it's been a long day. And she could do with a bloody cigarette or a drink to take the edge off of it. ]

III. WILDCARD

[ As mentioned above, Peggy will be anywhere and everywhere! She can help you get out of your pod, she's got enough medical know-how to tend to minor to moderate injuries, and she sure as hell knows how to keep a cool head in a crisis and get shit organised. If the prompts above don't suit your fancy, you're welcome to throw one of your own my way! ]

pods pods pods

[insurgent]

[ For Jyn, most flights have been rough. Soaring through hyperspace with the empire on her tail, the Ponta family's explosion thrusting her into port, taking off as Jedha ruptured beneath and around her. Despite this (or, perhaps, because of it), hitting the ground rattles her, though not as much as it ought to have done. Instinctively, she assumes the other refugees must have done something useful. (Or she might just be lucky, but she's never lucky). Still, the pod proves uniquely horrifying even after landing, reminding her as much of previous ordeals as of simply being alone and small in a cave.

It makes Saw's last words loop in her mind. Save the rebellion. But she can't, she's too little, even as she leverages her weight against the glass. Her fourth punch leaves her knuckles bloody, the angle off due to the limited space in this piece of junk.

When she hears cracks and bangs coming from the outside, she stills. There's something familiar about the form outside the dirtied glass. When Alec pries the pod open, he'll be greeted by a blaster in his face. Muscle memory. ]

— Alec?

[ At least she has the decency to look abashed. ]