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Enchanted Aquatica---the Prom [WIDE OPEN Y'ALL]
The day had finally arrived for her big event, and Starfire couldn't be happier---or more nervous, actually. She was certainly not an expert on the inner workings of a prom, but it couldn't be too terribly complicated, right? As long as the people could eat, dance, and talk, it should be a reasonable success.
With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.
The first change was the scent of the air, shifting into the comforting salty scent of the seas. Then the ground beneath her feet became a hardened sandstone, maintaining the gritty texture while remaining easy to walk upon---except for the smooth dance floor, of course. The grey dome transformed into a flowing bluish-green, rippling all around with fish of all colors passing in the background. Some of the 'sky' faded into a violet tone over the dance floor, lit by glowing circular lights in every color. Suspended in midair, they almost looked like motionless fireflies, though they sometimes swayed in tune with songs.
Tables arose from coral in all colors, rising from the ground and twisting to provide a flattened surface on the very top---rounded ones for guests, and long tables off to the side containing shell-bowls of food. Chairs were large floating clam shells with well cushioned interiors, some large enough to hold two people. More comfortable spongy places to sit were also littered across the area, notably by the large shell-shaped enclosure that was the promised swimming pool. It too was lit by the floating lights, providing what she hoped was a romantic atmosphere.
Finally, the glowing stage above the dance floor couldn't help but attract attention with its chairs. Six royal thrones and one plush chair of all colors directly in the middle rested in the back of the stage, leaving the front open for announcements. Just off to the side of the stage stood the DJ's table, with even that machine painted to match the soft underwater glow of the scenery.
Everything finally seemed pleasing to Starfire. With one last change, dressing herself in the formal attire of the prom, she sent out the signal to everyone and waited. She hoped they would have a wonderful time.
With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.
The first change was the scent of the air, shifting into the comforting salty scent of the seas. Then the ground beneath her feet became a hardened sandstone, maintaining the gritty texture while remaining easy to walk upon---except for the smooth dance floor, of course. The grey dome transformed into a flowing bluish-green, rippling all around with fish of all colors passing in the background. Some of the 'sky' faded into a violet tone over the dance floor, lit by glowing circular lights in every color. Suspended in midair, they almost looked like motionless fireflies, though they sometimes swayed in tune with songs.
Tables arose from coral in all colors, rising from the ground and twisting to provide a flattened surface on the very top---rounded ones for guests, and long tables off to the side containing shell-bowls of food. Chairs were large floating clam shells with well cushioned interiors, some large enough to hold two people. More comfortable spongy places to sit were also littered across the area, notably by the large shell-shaped enclosure that was the promised swimming pool. It too was lit by the floating lights, providing what she hoped was a romantic atmosphere.
Finally, the glowing stage above the dance floor couldn't help but attract attention with its chairs. Six royal thrones and one plush chair of all colors directly in the middle rested in the back of the stage, leaving the front open for announcements. Just off to the side of the stage stood the DJ's table, with even that machine painted to match the soft underwater glow of the scenery.
Everything finally seemed pleasing to Starfire. With one last change, dressing herself in the formal attire of the prom, she sent out the signal to everyone and waited. She hoped they would have a wonderful time.
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"There were events planned by the student body and the faculty if you wanted recreation. The simulation center was for advanced Pandoras to train against simulated Nova assaults as to prepare for any encounters we would face later in our lives as Pandoras."
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So the West Genetics center sounded like a school. A battle school. But all she knew about a Pandora was it had something to do with Earth mythology. It was - a woman in a box? Now she was picturing women in boxes, fighting suns. That didn't seem very logical, though.
"I'm afraid I don't know about Pandoras. Are they like Gundams? Fighting machines?"
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"But Pandoras are genetically altered and enhanced select females trained to fight Novas and be able to use Stigmas which grant us our powers. Novas are a mysterious race of aliens from another dimension that invaded our Earth out of nowhere and started destroying everything. Nothing could harm them until Pandoras were trained."
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She listened, fascinated. No doubt why this woman had been chosen to come here. "That must have been incredibly difficult; genengineering under the gun, literally. Did you win? Defeat the Novas?"
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"No, but we did manage to push them back several times... Though..." She paused, frowning slightly before continuing. "I feared that they were toying with us considering that they usually never sent more than one or two Novas... and even then they also had varying levels of strengths... From F class novas, to S class novas... A single S class Nova could wipe an entire platoon of Pandoras.... And we're not easy to come by."
She sighed, "The last assault that I remember was the biggest one we had seen in years... Four S class Novas assaulted East Genetics... West Genetics ended up sending reinforcements since East got overwhelmed... An Academy full of Pandoras almost wiped in less than an hour... And I'm sure it would have been wiped out if it hadn't been a distraction..."
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"It sounds like it may have been a turning point in your war," she said thoughtfully. "Perhaps, if the Ohm monitor the dimensions they attack, that was why they struck there and then. Right at the crucial moment, they do - whatever they do - and it all falls apart." She shivered; the salty air seemed cooler for an instant.
"A distraction?"
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"Did you find your Stigma on board, when you got here? Most people seem to have been given their weapons or vehicles."
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Anwei wished that she had come with a little more gear. Like her AI. Maybe some combat armor. Hells, why not throw in a fully staffed battleship and some sunbombs?
Though she would have traded all of those (well, except for Horanckk) for a clear transdimensional newsfeed.
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She looked out at the illusionary fantasy of coral and water and people beautifully dressed. "Did you have proms at West Genetics? Part of the recreation program, maybe?"
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At the latter question she frowned a little, remembering a very unpleasant moment in her last one... and a bittersweet one as well. "We did... Mostly school dances, but there was always a prom every year."
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"I was a member of the Vizsnunishne Mercenaries, which would seem to be a reason to be rescued - maybe. Except that I was with the Clerical Division. And with the time irregularities, and people coming and going all the time, the last thing this ship would seem to need is an accountant."
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"Though, judging from some of the ship's crew. I don't think there's a definite formula for who or what the ship rescues and releases."
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"The formula seems to be powerful people, or people who are related to powerful people. The ship saved our families, our friends, and apparently our enemies as well sometimes."
She could do without the family, personally.
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"I understand the need for civilians with the skills necessary to run things and keep things going, but it seems we're understaffed in the military department in consideration of the numbers I've been reading that the enemy possesses."
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"Perhaps," she paused and stared deep into the rippling water, as though hoping to see some image of what could have been in it, "perhaps we would have been put on some safe world - if there is such a thing - to try and rebuild our lives. But here and now, for a lot of people, what they are fighting for is not just memories of their worlds, but real people, awake or in the pods.
"I wouldn't mind more support personnel myself, actually. Lone heroes with amazing powers are great one at a time, but in groups they seem to want - not to group."
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"There should be more team building exercises then. A divided group is lacking the strength and potential of a well oiled machine working together as a whole."
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How can you have unity if you don't even have a song to sing as you go into battle, or welcome new recruits, or send off the newly dead?
"If you choose to organize something, though, be certain that you designate people who should run it if you are away - has anyone explained repodding to you? People go absent, for short or long periods of time, without warning. Which would definitely make hash of people's schedules - if there were schedules."
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Shaking her head at the latter comment, she eyed her curiously. "No, I'm afraid I'm still fairly new to everything that goes on aboard the ship. Repodding? And why wouldn't we have schedules? Isn't that a key factor in a military setting to keep things organized?"
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"People are constantly being taken into a subsection of the ship that is not accessible otherwise, and tested to see if their avia are in danger. So," a shrug and a sigh, "people disappear, with no warning, and can be gone for any period of time including indefinitely."
"That, plus the difficulty of getting an accurate reading as to exactly how much time is passing or has passed - another side effect of the Bleed, I suspect - and, well, people try. They do try. The departments can usually keep some sort of schedule and staffing going, but there's nothing shipwide at this point."
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Though Satella was no savvy in the ways of the know-how of technology, so even if she tried investigating, she'd be short of nailing any relevant information. All she could do is rely on those that did know... and she disliked relying on others greatly.
"Have there been attempts on 'rescuing' someone from the pods then? If there's people from our worlds still there then..."
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