❪ 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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clark kent / first wave.

[monuments]

☀ The Crash Site

[ Darma had been right; it was a rough landing. But it's nothing for a Kryptonian. When his pod crashes unto the soil, the impact is dizzying, but even with the loud ringing in his ear, he manages to punch the hatch. And the first breath of alien air is — strange. He fills his lungs with it before heaving it in a single breath, attempting to find his bearings.

The state of the crash site is already in disarray even without the next several waves to come. He can't imagine what it'll be like after, but with the way it looks, at least he knows what to expect. Clark's glasses are kept in a container in his pocket, ensuring the safety of his identity. Still strange to be "Superman" without the suit, but he has no time to dwell over that. There are people that must be saved, after all.]

WAVE ONE —
[ There are others like him here, and it's... actually pretty nice, knowing that. He's already mostly cleared out his portion of the debris, dragging his damaged pod somewhere further away from the crash side in hopes that it won't interfere with anyone. That's when he finds a deer trapped under one of the metal hatches, struggling to get free.

The metal digs into its hind legs, and Clark realizes he may not be able to do this without having someone under the hatch to hold the animal down. That's when he sees you. ] — Hey, there's a deer under here! We've got five minutes until the next wave. Let's help the guy out!


WAVES TWO-FINAL —
[ Clark is strong enough to catch whole, speeding pods, and he's thankful for that ability. He happens to catch yours this time, struggles to keep his footing as the pod drags the soles of his shoes across the dirt. Eventually, he is able to set your pod down quite gracefully compared to his own landing.

He pulls the hatch open soon after, smiling at you. He's out of breath, but he still manages a teasing tone. ] Hey, how was the flight?


CLOSED TO BRUCE & DIANA —
[ This will be the second time Bruce will have to thank him for his handy-dandy X-Ray vision, because he manages to spot him in his pod. He's trying to get out. Diana's by his side by this point, having saved the others. Now, they're just waiting for Bruce to make it out. He looks over to her, shrugging vaguely. ] You know, if he shouts for help, he would know we would be there... But, uh, he seems — insistent, on getting out himself.

[ Clark looks down at the pod then, watching it rattle. ]

How long do you think it'll take?

☀ First Aid

[ The last pods have landed, and Clark is now utterly drained. Used up all his stamina for others that he hadn't considered that he may have a limit himself. Clark puts on his glasses, disguising himself as he seats himself near a fire another had made.

He's lifting his shirt up when he feels a sting — realizes that he does bleed here. Like coming off of adrenaline and shock, his body suddenly feels weak, vulnerable, but he takes off his shirt and attempts to bandage himself, not realizing that there is cut on his back as well. Has to wonder how long it'll take for it to heal now that he doesn't have the benefit of a yellow sun... ]

trinity times

[wondie]

( it feels good, to be back on the battlefield, after so long walking the cold halls of the station. she appreciates her feet being grounded again, also; as beautiful as it'd been to be among the stars, Diana prefers the ground. she will always be a bit of an outsider, no matter what world she finds herself in, yet she always feels at home on a battlefield. the niece of Antiope would be remiss to claim anything less.

despite the slight chill in the air, all she wears is her armor and the tiara nestled in dark hair. while Diana can't see what Bruce is up to — no, not Bruce, not as long as he wears his mask — she can certainly hear him at work. she places her hands on her hips, a slight frown on her face. she clearly thinks it'd be easier to just open it and be done with it. )

He is a clever man, ( she muses, and she's seen it in the hours they've spent training together. still, ) The impact damaged the door. ( which means even the most clever man might take a little longer to get free. )

stop the ride, I want to get off

[beknight]

[ He's had a hundred better landings — none of them really involved waking up in an escape pod already hurtling towards the ground. The parachute worked, but it lies on its side, partly buried in the dirt. And the door's stuck. Even long years of training never stifle the animal instincts of the body — the first thing that runs through his is how far he can dig himself out of a coffin, how much air he has left before he starts to suffocate. He applies pressure to the door right away, several minutes pass as he tries out various places. ]

[ Bruce exhales, leaning back to rest, before he puts in another herculean effort to pry the door ajar. Metal screeches, light and outside air rush in, enough to breathe. Hearing their voices, ]

Do you two need popcorn, or are you going to make yourselves useful?

[monuments]

( Moved here! )

waves two-final

[strictdiscipline]

[ Despite the existence of alchemy, technology in Amestris hasn't advanced beyond the expected: There are cars and some boats, and sleek new tanks sequestered away as engineers tap away at them. But there are no planes, no such concept of turbulence, and Riza's usually grounded body is reacting quite poorly to being flung through the skies with little consideration to her overall comfort.

So when she finally pops out of the pod, unsteady on her feet, the only response she can give is to lean over and barf up the meager contents of her stomach all over the ground.

Sorry, Clark. Hopefully none of it got on his shoes. ]

[monuments]

[ It takes him aback, but honestly, it shouldn't. The ride is hardly anything people could get used to, and added to that is their first breath of alien air. It does get on his shoes a little, but that isn't much of a concern. He shifts closer and tentatively pats and rubs her back. ]

There, just let it happen. You all right otherwise, miss?

[strictdiscipline]

[ Off to an embarrassing first start. If this had happened while she was still in the academy she'd be brigher than a ripe tomato. As is it, the fact that she'd just puked up the half-digested remains of her breakfast in front of an attractive man in her age bracket barely bothers her, probably because she isn't Rebecca, single-minded in her pursuit for a husband.

Also probably because she's still a bit woozy and pale-faced. ]

Mostly, though I think I'll need to sit for a few minutes.

[ Or stand clutching—whatever it is she's clutching, apparently this stranger's arm. Sorry about that. She spots the vomit on his shoes and grimaces apologetically. ]

I'm sorry. I thought I'd be able to hold it in better than that.

[monuments]

( Continuing here! )

first aid

[nanamari]

[ Ana has come down in one of the later waves, largely unharmed thanks to the kindness of strangers. Now that everything's settled, she's applying herself to paying it forward, which means that much of her focus has been on getting the injured patched up as best she can.

She still wears her light armor and an opaque black mask, but she's carrying a first aid kit with her. Across her chest, she wears a belt loaded syringe-like ammunition for the rifle at her back. She's been using it conservatively, for more serious injuries.

When she spots the young man trying to patch himself up, she gives him a friendly wave before walking over to where he's settled. ]

Would you like a hand with the rest of it?

[monuments]

( Continuing here! )