❪ 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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[competing]

[ wind rushes all around him the moment the door to his pod is wrenched open, and he really only has a few seconds to realize who had been the cause of it before his mind reminds him all that is going on.

he keeps screaming, though at this point it's all just a bunch of nonsensical sounds now, half-drowned out by the rush of wind and air. at least he listens, hands quick to grab and tug at the straps keeping him in. it doesn't occur to him to question edward — how did he get here? does he know what he's doing? what the heck is going on!!

the boy is so calm that lance can't help but defer to his judgment, but the moment those straps come undone, his body lifts up off the safety of the pod, and his arms fly up, scrambling to reach for and cling to the other boy. ]

[speeds]

[ In contrast, it's weird that he barely budges. Yet, he might be holding onto one side while they're getting Lance out, but he doesn't seem to waste energy at all. The straps are removed quickly enough that it's probably a shock for the other that he starts floating --




-- but then Edward is grabbing him by the shoulders, holding him close before he kicks off the pod to send them flying backwards. It gives him enough momentum to twist around in the air, probably similar to a space simulator Lance has been in before, but the speed is completely different.

When he lands, Lance is already pulled onto his back to keep him locked there. The ground beneath his feet becomes a small crater as his weight cracks it, sliding along as he does.


Then, he runs. He outruns the pod before it crashes down, getting Lance to safety and out of the way of the landing zone. ]

Here, you're safe now.

[ It's only when they've stopped that he lets him down, careful in case he's too shocked to keep on his feet. ]

[competing]

( ooc; i'm so sorry for the long wait on these tags! vacation would up eating more of my time/energy than i originally anticipated. ;; i recognize it's been quite long, so please feel free to drop this thread. if you'd like to discuss handwaving, i am available through pm or plurk @ ellipses. otherwise, if you'd like to continue, thanks so much for your patience! )


[ to say that lance is shellshocked would be a gigantic understatement. by the time edward finally sets him back on his feet, he feels like he'd just run ten marathons, and he hadn't even had to use his own legs once!

needless to stay, he wobbles and collapses onto the ground, staring up at the other boy like he isn't entirely sure what or who he's looking at anymore. ]

What... the heck just happened.

[ a pause, followed quickly by a wary squint. ]

...Are you Superman...

[speeds]

[ ooc: nah ]

[ Lance falls in slow motion, or at least it feels like it to him. A hand does move to try and stabilise him, at least so he doesn't become a crumpled mess on the floor, before he moves to squat in front of him. He stays deathly still, even in this position. ]

Not Superman, no.

[ He glances over his shoulder to look at where the pod landed, a wry smile on his face. Empty, this time. ]

Where I'm from, superheroes like that don't exist.

[competing]

( ooc; ;A; )


What, not even in comics? [ it's a weak attempt at a joke, still slightly out of breath and dizzy now that oxygen's no longer that much of an issue. ]

Still, that was... incredible. [ he passes a hand over his face. ] Thanks, man.

[speeds]

[ ooc: :* ]

Comics aren't real.

[ He doesn't comment on the rest of it though, because despite being doomed to hell and knowing that he's made for the opposite of this normally, at least he could save lives with it. ]

There's nothing to thank me for. How are you feeling?

[competing]

I dunno, they felt pretty real to me. [ because they're tangible... geddit...

but anyway, the fact he can still joke around is probably a good sign, right? ]

I'm feeling okay, though. Just a little shaken up, I think. [ a pause. ] Superman or not, I probably would've been mashed potatoes if it wasn't for you.

[speeds]

[ He just scoffs in response to that, honestly, and glances away to look back towards the wreck they've left behind them. ]

The pods are supposed to have some kind of special padding for impact, but the more that avoid relying on that, the better. It doesn't always seem to work.

[ Giovanni's arm had been completely twisted and dislocated, after all. Best not to trust it. ]

[competing]

[ lance can only nod faintly in response. frankly, it's all still surreal to him. ]

...Are you gonna keep catching others?

[ he doesn't have the capabilities to do anything about the landing, but after that— ]

I'm alright. I can help you get others to safer places, once they're landed.

[speeds]

[ He glances behind him then, the others are still working on getting people out. ]

Yes, probably. [ He isn't tiring yet, but he also hasn't taken much in the way of hits yet either. ]

That would be helpful if you can run fast enough. If you stay behind this [ He indicates to the wreckage of a pod ] now, I can get someone to you.

[competing]

[ lance hesitates, testing the stability of his feet on the ground.

but he only does so for a moment, pushing forward instead with a sharp nod of his head. ]

I can do it. [ he's not inhumanly fast, but he can manage. he can because he has to. ]

Leave it to me.

[speeds]

[ It's admirable, either way. Humans always try so hard, even if their bodies are weaker. He knows Lance has his heart in the right place, anyway. ]

Thank you. I appreciate the help.

[ He might not need it, but it also means that those less able won't have to try and get away on their own. ]