nysalogs | ❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

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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[The stranger's smirk is returned with a pointed one of his own, all razorblade teeth and cocky certainty. This situation-- it may be so deeply alien to him that it rattles him down to the very bones, may induce an oncoming fear in him that clicks and whistles and buzzes like insects behind his eyes, but it's something he can cover for, made all the easier by an interaction such as this.

Because rectifying their most immediate problem, that's something he can do. Something he can momentarily focus on. And so when the other blond makes his sardonic accusation, Giovanni sighs, stretches sinuously, and with a fluid kind of preternatural grace, leaps down from the lip of the crater to land with perfect poise atop the waiting pod.]

Stand back a moment, won't you?

[And with that he reaches down, grasps the fused and twisted metal in both slim-fingered hands, and with seemingly little effort at all, tears the door straight from its melted hinges. Tosses it aside. Looks down at the other man with chin tilted jauntily upwards as though expecting some kind of praise. Good dog, well done. Something to that effect.]

[Oh, poor Giovanni, you are up for a world of disappointment when it comes to matters of dealing with The 31st of China, Priest Genjo Sanzo.]

......... Hmph.

[He practically seemed to ignore the feat of bizarrely abnormal strength, as if the entire ordeal was something that had been expected to happen. Instead lowering his gun and taking a few steps past Giovanni in order to bend down and rummage through the remnants of the vessel.]

It's clothes.

[Not food, not fresh water, not even some gear to help them get by. Just some heavy camo clothing.]

Well, not like my robes aren't fucking useless at this point anyway.

[As frayed and covered in both food and blood stains as they were, it was probably about time to upgrade his wardrobe selection. If, at least, only for the time being.]

[Poor Giovanni, indeed. That response-- it's more than a little underwhelming to say the least, and after a moment of regarding the other man with something like sly disappointment, he sighs, crouches down on the lip of the damaged vessel to get a better look at the contents himself. At the very least, he's well-acquainted with the easy dismissal of others, of being considered sub-par despite his best efforts. The story of his life, hahah.

He watches as the other man rifles through the pod's contents. Just clothes then, not exactly the kinds of supplies that most here would consider being of the highest relevance, but as a creature that doesn't exactly need to eat in order to go on surviving, his own feelings of disappointment here are marginal at best. Camo gear-- not exactly the fine tailored suits of his personal preferences, but he supposes it fits better with their current needs.

The stranger makes his pronouncement, and Giovanni casts a baleful eye down at his own ruined clothes-- one arm of his suit jacket and shirt little more than bloodied ribbons, the only remaining evidence of the injuries he'd received on arrival. The rest stained and torn, quite spoiled.]

Better than nothing, I suppose. Certainly better than wandering around a treacherous landscape in a ruined dress.

[Those robes you're wearing look an awful lot like one, to him.]

[Well fuck you too. He'd have you know these robes are an official garment to all high anointed Sanzo priests, and that it I s mandatory wardrobe in order to show ones place in buddhist tradition. At least he's not currently wearing the crown that comes along with it. Imagine how ridiculous he would have looked then.]

....Hnn.

[Instead he ignores the wisecrack, deciding to dig through the clothes that were provided is hopes that he could find something that would fit. Tossing each piece of fabric that was obviously not his size over to Giovanni as compensation.]

Better change yourself before someone thinks you're trying to start some sort of failed fashion statement.

[He could tell him those things, but Giovanni would be monumentally unimpressed-- it's hard for an artificially created lifeform such as himself to care anything for religion, it's not as though he believes himself in possession of a soul. And it really is just as well about the crown-- the sly digs and snarky comments would never have stopped.

As things stand he's treated to the other man's dismissive grunt, and as Sanzo rifles through the pod's contents and tosses his cast-offs in Giovanni's direction, the war hound catches them with a sigh, looks them over without enthusiasm. Really, this isn't the kind of attire he'd prefer to be seen in.]

You're one to talk about fashion statements.

[he says it wryly, holding up a camo jacket only to find it's far too big and bulky to fit his slim, 5'7 frame. Tosses it to one side.]

But alas, I suppose you're right. There's no saving this suit. And it was one of my favourites, too.

[Thread continued over yonder!]

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