Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !plot: end of the world news,
- atomic robo,
- ax,
- captain kirk,
- charles kawalsky,
- chopper,
- claire redfield,
- claudia donovan,
- dean winchester,
- ellen anders,
- gauron,
- holly short,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jean grey,
- jill valentine,
- jo lupo,
- jono starsmore,
- katara,
- kate bishop,
- kelly-087,
- khel no'gran,
- leon s. kennedy,
- loren,
- luke skywalker,
- mai,
- mara jade,
- marco,
- nathan petrelli,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nightwing,
- peter petrelli,
- pikachu,
- plays-in-traffic,
- ravager,
- red devil,
- satori komeiji,
- slobo,
- son of satan,
- spaurh,
- static,
- stature,
- terry mcginnis,
- the vision ii,
- xander,
- zelda and sheik,
- zhongda
Big Reveal Part 2 - Grief.
The conversation between the bridge crew, Stacy, and the Admiral is broadcasted where the rest of the crew is in the MedBay, and gathered right outside. Even in the bridge itself, the sound echoes over the monitors so that anyone resistant to psionics can hear Elfangor's side of the conversation.
They have now been told why they were brought to the ship.
Their worlds are gone, destroyed by the Ohm. They are refugees in an unforgiving Omniverse.
Transmigration 9 is an ark.
While Stacy is partially restored, including her core personality (which is far more personable), she is still severely damaged, and running on automatic somewhat. Until the ship can be repaired, podpops will keep occuring and they will be forced to go on missions to undo the damage the Ohm have wrought to the Omniverse. The threat of the being in Escherville is still a threat, one with no immediate solutions.
But they have allies out there, they have an AI watching over them, they have the smallest glinting traces of hope. Their loved ones are (hopefully) on board, and even beyond that, there is may be a chance, however small, of restoring their home universes.
Stacy broadcasts to the entire ship when it's all over, when all has been revealed.
||The bodies of the individuals that died today are being prepared for funeral services. A list of their names will be made available, though I can assure you that none are individuals any of you know. The funeral will be on Obs Deck in several days, and will be announced.||
||Those that wish to have their memories of their rescues restored, as proof their worlds are gone, will have a chance to request this after the services, but without grief counselors on board, I strongly recommend against it.||
||In the meantime, all of us must heal and recover from our ordeal. New areas of the ship have been made available, such as the Crew Lounge, and I have opened up the Crew Quarters for use, and cleared out the belongings of--||
Here she falters, sadness creeping into her voice.
||--of my original crew, so that all of you may sleep more comfortably. These quarters fit two people to a room, and have actual beds and sonic showers. Dining will still be provided in the Mess Hall, with periodic days of real food in the Lounge--they must be spaced out until my food stores are replenished with fresh food products.||
After a moment of thought she says: ||And because I think you've suffered enough, fornicative activities are now allowed--however, both parties must stop by the Medbay for a Contraceptive shot or this will not be allowed. These shots will provide protection for six months and do not protect against venereal disease, but all of you, barring several individuals with certain conditions--|| Like those, say, infected with zombie viruses, Steve ||--are currently disease-free.||
||The ship is now open, and the bridge team can relocate back to the Living Areas. The doors will remain open after they leave the bridge. I must now engage in heavy repairs. My AI will not be quite as available as usual. Please, take time to grieve, rest, and have your wounds treated. We will discuss more when everyone has recovered from this ordeal.||
They have now been told why they were brought to the ship.
Their worlds are gone, destroyed by the Ohm. They are refugees in an unforgiving Omniverse.
Transmigration 9 is an ark.
While Stacy is partially restored, including her core personality (which is far more personable), she is still severely damaged, and running on automatic somewhat. Until the ship can be repaired, podpops will keep occuring and they will be forced to go on missions to undo the damage the Ohm have wrought to the Omniverse. The threat of the being in Escherville is still a threat, one with no immediate solutions.
But they have allies out there, they have an AI watching over them, they have the smallest glinting traces of hope. Their loved ones are (hopefully) on board, and even beyond that, there is may be a chance, however small, of restoring their home universes.
Stacy broadcasts to the entire ship when it's all over, when all has been revealed.
||The bodies of the individuals that died today are being prepared for funeral services. A list of their names will be made available, though I can assure you that none are individuals any of you know. The funeral will be on Obs Deck in several days, and will be announced.||
||Those that wish to have their memories of their rescues restored, as proof their worlds are gone, will have a chance to request this after the services, but without grief counselors on board, I strongly recommend against it.||
||In the meantime, all of us must heal and recover from our ordeal. New areas of the ship have been made available, such as the Crew Lounge, and I have opened up the Crew Quarters for use, and cleared out the belongings of--||
Here she falters, sadness creeping into her voice.
||--of my original crew, so that all of you may sleep more comfortably. These quarters fit two people to a room, and have actual beds and sonic showers. Dining will still be provided in the Mess Hall, with periodic days of real food in the Lounge--they must be spaced out until my food stores are replenished with fresh food products.||
After a moment of thought she says: ||And because I think you've suffered enough, fornicative activities are now allowed--however, both parties must stop by the Medbay for a Contraceptive shot or this will not be allowed. These shots will provide protection for six months and do not protect against venereal disease, but all of you, barring several individuals with certain conditions--|| Like those, say, infected with zombie viruses, Steve ||--are currently disease-free.||
||The ship is now open, and the bridge team can relocate back to the Living Areas. The doors will remain open after they leave the bridge. I must now engage in heavy repairs. My AI will not be quite as available as usual. Please, take time to grieve, rest, and have your wounds treated. We will discuss more when everyone has recovered from this ordeal.||
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As if she'd want to use that chance, to raise a child. But the voices of children echoed in memory still, from the shells that were the antithesis of that innocence.
"Pathetic."
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She was not breathing. She did not blink.
"It isn't about that," So calmly serene in her mind's eye, "To rail against an impenetrable wall is a waste of resources. If you're waiting for me to break down and cry, then I'll stop you right there. I'm not capable of it."
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Duty meant probing at the weaknesses of someone she liked, could see herself becoming good friends with. Duty meant never letting up.
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There was work to do, and the first of it was finding a new body. Motoko shucked the space suit slowly. Seals, then sipper, snap-buttons and the thing slid off her bad side without effort. The dismembered half of the Major's left arm hit the floor with an audible clunk as she peeled her plantsuit away from the clinging insulation. Her stump dangled wiring and the unconnected ends of red artificial muscle— the core had caved at the joint, where the overheated servo had melted the contacts, making them weak.
"You forget," she barbed, "There are no unborn."
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Have I probed too far? It was difficult with her. There was so much less to tell, none of the little facial, muscular and hormonal tics she was used to catching.
"Then why would you think I was trying to get you to shed water over something we both know you couldn't have?"
Ghafla. Shifted onto the defensive too quickly. She continued with severing the neccesary cables behind the console. Swish, fzz, severing sounds from the crysknife.
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It was a word that meant something a little stronger in her native tongue, but coming across was made mild. She ignored the chagrin and turned towards the door, already reaching for the Omnicom network's steady signal.
"I'm gonna head down, see if I can't find a fresh body to replace this one. If you're done playing amateur cyber-psychologist, then you might as well help move bodies," She was already moving away, but Motoko paused at the door, "There's a lot of work to do."