THE AURORA was once a sight to see. An impressive mining ship, home to many, it could travel across great interstellar distances while providing all the comforts necessary to those within. Its star-sailing days are over now, as it now is a terrible wreckage, with salvage and dangers for those who come near.
It’s also exactly where the new crew members just showed up. URSULA will be immediately sending the on-base crew towards the Aurora, while those who have just arrived have some time to explore. The Aurora, however, isn’t the safest place to be. There are some large creatures in the water, and they may not be friendly towards the crew…
Below is a timeline of events as they unfold, with some further information!
1000: THE AURORA
While the new crew may have arrived anywhere throughout the ship, many will have found themselves in the common rooms, surrounded by the comforts of those who once lived here. Those who choose to wander further may find many rooms throughout, often in varying states of decay. While there are smaller predators on the Aurora and the danger of a wrecked vessel, an unsettling peace pervades the crashed ship. For now, they are safe.
1030: THE BASE
At 10:30 in the morning, URSULA reaches out to all crew members with an urgent message:
”All crew members please report in immediately! Life signs detected on the Aurora! Please stop all other activities and begin rescue mission. Gather any supplies you need, use the vehicles and help any survivors you find. Devices are near the entrance to track life signals once you're on the Aurora. If they're safe, please remember we need to salvage what we can from the Aurora as well. The supplies will benefit any survivors as well.”
Get cracking, crew! Base and Biome have information on what kind of weapons and defenses your fellow crew have had.
1100: THE AURORA
Thanks to the transportation they had built, the base’s crew is able to arrive in record time. They can help seek out their new crew members, take the opportunity to explore more of the Aurora, or just sulk in the transporter. URSULA reminds everyone that salvaging is a key part of their mission, and they should gather what they can before returning to base.
1200: THE AURORA
The crew however only gets an hour to enjoy itself (?) in the wreckage. At noon, URSULA broadcasts to all present, new and old:
”Attention! Dire warning! Reaper Leviathans! According to what I've salvaged of my database, they're apex predators from the westernmost region of the ocean. One signal coming from the west, two others coming out of the Void from deep below the ship!”
The crew may try to evacuate, but it is probably better to prepare for battle or hiding instead. They won’t get enough time to get out of the way before…
1210: THE AURORA
The Reapers are here. Peering out one of the Aurora's entrances will reveal that they are already circling around the vessel, as if they realize something is inside. One even beaches, its entire, 160 foot body soaring through the air before slamming down into the water. It almost feels like a warning. A threat.
URSULA urges the crew to stay inside where it is safe, but if anyone does insist on charging forward, she advises them to split into teams and take on as many Reapers at once as possible to avoid any group being teamed-up on by multiple Leviathans.
NOTE: To fight a Reaper Leviathan, comment under the REAPER FIGHT THREAD comment below! We ask that you work in teams of two or three for the battle to keep threads organized and minimize the number of fight threads the mods will need to work through. Be mindful that these are extremely fierce, dangerous, fast, giant apex predators, and they are very likely to do damage against those who fight them! By tagging in, you are agreeing to put your characters at risk of injury from the Reapers. As URSULA advised, those who don't want to get hurt should hold back and wait.
1300: EVACUATION
Things are looking grim. While the crew's teams make a good fight of it, these Reapers are durable, and they just keep coming back for more. It seems they're on a mission, to stop the crew, no matter how battered they become.
That's when the bellowing starts. Coming from everywhere, a song like that of the cavalry that disorients the Reapers as a large pod of Reefbacks swim in. Several put themselves between the ship and the Reapers, allowing anyone on aboard to safely get into the transports and into the water.
Others begin to fight. The use the concentrated power of their songs to knock back attacks from the front, powerfully lashing their tentacles like whips to crack against the Reapers. In battle they're surprisingly agile, able to spin around in a moment's notice to alternate between confusing and attacking the Reapers.
But any crew members watching can see the toll it takes on the Reefbacks. One Reefback in particular chooses to guide the crew back to the base by swimming along aside them. Thick, dark blood trails in the water behind it but it beats off any curious smaller predators like Stalkers. But its shell is cracked, its 'face' smashed in, and it gets no further than the Kelp Forest before it settles into a dense patch of creepvines for a final rest. It sends out a final cry that somehow feels like a wish for the crew to keep going on to the base, away from the continuing battle.
The rest of the pod manages to drive the Reapers back, though they too have their casualties. Still, the Aurora and the crew are safe for now.
Perhaps that was their only wish.
Direct any questions and plotting to the OOC post and have fun!
Dirk's expression isn't changing but the frustration is escalating. He doesn't know how to get the point across?]
I'm a God Tier player. I'm essentially immortal.
[Minus two particular conditions, but Dirk just doesn't feel okay letting that information drop casually to anyone, anywhere. ...Even if Dave probably isn't so guarded. Dirk will not tell people anyway.
He decides to just straight up take control of the situation and start looking through the lab drawers for the antiseptic and bandages. He loves control, control is great.]
[At least Dirk actually does know what he's doing with medical supplies. He finds the antiseptic (checks the date to be sure it's good) and cotton swabs, the bandages, and eventually little packets of gel that are supposed to be good for bruises.
Hoodie off, gloves tossed to the side. Dirk is methodical, starting with cleaning the cuts and moving on to treating the bruises to keep the swelling down. There's a consistent, competent air to it: not the movements of a professional, but the efficiency of someone who has had to treat himself a thousand times before.]
[ Sanson is just going to assume it means pseudo-servant status.
The Frenchman remains quiet while he watches Dirk do his work. He's a little impressed, what with his first impression of the two Sabers being teenagers with reckless streaks. He supposes it comes with the nature of it all - he doesn't know how Matthew handles her own Demi-Servant status, nor El-Melloi II his, but it can bring maturity.
When Dirk is done, he speaks. ]
Wait. Let me check.
[ He's going to put his hands on either side of the cut that's most accessible to him, funneling mana into the area. Within seconds, the wound will begin to close. ]
[Dirk completely tenses the second Sanson comes near him, his body switching to readiness to fend off an attack and kill the aggressor. He doesn't, of course, his mind registering the friendly intent even as his instincts demand he keep the foreign presence out of damage-dealing range. The rest of him is just unhappy at Sanson getting into his space, but he tolerates it patiently.
And then, with a little curiosity, as he sees the injury heal. Still tense, but at least he's more interested at the act than irritated at having his abilities second-guessed.]
What kind of energy is that? [It isn't Life player magic, he knows Jane's stuff.]
[ The tension is all too readable, but Sanson doesn't flinch. If anything, he knows he can return to spirit form if he really is attacked - plus, he doesn't think Dirk is the kind to backstab his allies. For now.
When he's done with the first cut, he moves on to the next. ]
Mana. It's a skill of mine.
[ Of course, the multitude of Dirk's injuries means he's going to burn quite a lot of it healing everything, but better him than the Saber. He's not an offensive player, after all. ]
I'm familiar with the term. Didn't ever think I'd see someone use it for real. [HE INTAKES TOO MUCH MEDIA. He wants to tell Roxy the second he gets a chance. Without really relaxing, he sits slightly more patiently as he watches Sanson work. His brain is trying to formulate how something like this could function.]
Doesn't mana usually have to be taken out of the surrounding environment to be used? At the least, it's a limited resource.
[Seriously. Too much media. He knows how RPGs work.]
He continues working as they speak, ice blue eyes focused on closing Dirk's injuries. ]
I take it from my self. [ It's not really limited in a sense, it's just converted from one form to another. In this case, it's flowing from Sanson to him. ] The environment here is richer in mana than usual, but I do not need it unless it's pressing.
[PROBLEMS OF A DEMI-SERVANT. (One day, someone will let Sanson know.)]
Pressing meaning situations like with the Reaper. And whatever that attack of yours was that almost severed its head cost you high in mana. [He's saying it as declarations, but it's really the process of Dirk working it out aloud.] Do you have enough after that fight to be healing superficial injuries? We can triage system this.
I do. Your administration has already simplified my work.
[ It's perfectly true. He's able to pull off his Noble Phantasm at little notice because it's a weak one, but that doesn't mean its consumption doesn't strain him.
Actually, he might be kind of lying, but he can just go back to spirit form to conserve energy. ]
[He considers it a moment, but it's not like he has anything to go on there. He just does not have the data to realize it's a bit of a lie.]
Okay then.
[And... no, Orange Saber doesn't stop being very Alert while Sanson works, but he isn't going to protest anymore. It's annoying that someone would try to play doctor when he knows he can do it himself. One thing he cannot do is weird magic healing shit.
So he's actually going to be nice and cooperative now! Hooray, Sanson won.]
It's Dirk, by the way. In case Dave didn't share my name. [He never knows. Dave is a pathological rambler, it could have come out at any moment.]
[ Sanson's expression barely changes on a normal day, so any strain he's experiencing will be locked only to his own perception. He's done about a third of them now, healing two or three at the same time to save time.
When Dirk introduces himself, there's a 'hm'. ]
Charles-Henri Sanson. Assassin class.
[ He's still thinking Dirk is a Saber because of what Dave said. ]
Your brother said you were good at electronics. Do you mind teaching me?
Didn't know Assassins were their own rank in French society. [He feels like he should know the name, but he obsessed over late 20th/early 21st century. Sanson's era is out of his field.
The question is one that gives him pause. Dirk actually sort of likes teaching. (He gets a captive audience to his dissertations.) At the same time, that's a very broad field to teach to someone.] I guess that depends on what you're wanting to learn. I know a lot about robotics and that line of work, but I'm not a master of the entire thing. Roxy's the better coder, for example.
[ There's a pause when Dirk comments on his nation of origin - for a moment, he's expecting the youth to comment on his occupation or historical reputation, but it didn't come. Perhaps he's still more obscure a person here than he was expecting to be. ]
Robotics, then. How to deal with and use the equipment here. They are very foreign to me.
[ He isn't even sure if that's the correct term, hopefully it is. ]
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Unless you have regeneration abilities, that's not very likely. I am a qualified physician, I can do that.
[ He can accelerate healing with mana, too. It's been useful. ]
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[He has been doing his own medical care his whole life, he wiki'd that shit.]
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[ Wiki =/= studying, and definitely not healing. He's still better at this. ]
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Dirk's expression isn't changing but the frustration is escalating. He doesn't know how to get the point across?]
I'm a God Tier player. I'm essentially immortal.
[Minus two particular conditions, but Dirk just doesn't feel okay letting that information drop casually to anyone, anywhere. ...Even if Dave probably isn't so guarded. Dirk will not tell people anyway.
He decides to just straight up take control of the situation and start looking through the lab drawers for the antiseptic and bandages. He loves control, control is great.]
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You're not answering the question. Immortality doesn't imply nor produce accelerated healing.
[ He's going to walk over to look at what Dirk is looking for, assessing his skills. ]
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[At least Dirk actually does know what he's doing with medical supplies. He finds the antiseptic (checks the date to be sure it's good) and cotton swabs, the bandages, and eventually little packets of gel that are supposed to be good for bruises.
Hoodie off, gloves tossed to the side. Dirk is methodical, starting with cleaning the cuts and moving on to treating the bruises to keep the swelling down. There's a consistent, competent air to it: not the movements of a professional, but the efficiency of someone who has had to treat himself a thousand times before.]
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The Frenchman remains quiet while he watches Dirk do his work. He's a little impressed, what with his first impression of the two Sabers being teenagers with reckless streaks. He supposes it comes with the nature of it all - he doesn't know how Matthew handles her own Demi-Servant status, nor El-Melloi II his, but it can bring maturity.
When Dirk is done, he speaks. ]
Wait. Let me check.
[ He's going to put his hands on either side of the cut that's most accessible to him, funneling mana into the area. Within seconds, the wound will begin to close. ]
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And then, with a little curiosity, as he sees the injury heal. Still tense, but at least he's more interested at the act than irritated at having his abilities second-guessed.]
What kind of energy is that? [It isn't Life player magic, he knows Jane's stuff.]
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When he's done with the first cut, he moves on to the next. ]
Mana. It's a skill of mine.
[ Of course, the multitude of Dirk's injuries means he's going to burn quite a lot of it healing everything, but better him than the Saber. He's not an offensive player, after all. ]
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Doesn't mana usually have to be taken out of the surrounding environment to be used? At the least, it's a limited resource.
[Seriously. Too much media. He knows how RPGs work.]
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He continues working as they speak, ice blue eyes focused on closing Dirk's injuries. ]
I take it from my self. [ It's not really limited in a sense, it's just converted from one form to another. In this case, it's flowing from Sanson to him. ] The environment here is richer in mana than usual, but I do not need it unless it's pressing.
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Pressing meaning situations like with the Reaper. And whatever that attack of yours was that almost severed its head cost you high in mana. [He's saying it as declarations, but it's really the process of Dirk working it out aloud.] Do you have enough after that fight to be healing superficial injuries? We can triage system this.
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I do. Your administration has already simplified my work.
[ It's perfectly true. He's able to pull off his Noble Phantasm at little notice because it's a weak one, but that doesn't mean its consumption doesn't strain him.
Actually, he might be kind of lying, but he can just go back to spirit form to conserve energy. ]
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Okay then.
[And... no, Orange Saber doesn't stop being very Alert while Sanson works, but he isn't going to protest anymore. It's annoying that someone would try to play doctor when he knows he can do it himself. One thing he cannot do is weird magic healing shit.
So he's actually going to be nice and cooperative now! Hooray, Sanson won.]
It's Dirk, by the way. In case Dave didn't share my name. [He never knows. Dave is a pathological rambler, it could have come out at any moment.]
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When Dirk introduces himself, there's a 'hm'. ]
Charles-Henri Sanson. Assassin class.
[ He's still thinking Dirk is a Saber because of what Dave said. ]
Your brother said you were good at electronics. Do you mind teaching me?
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The question is one that gives him pause. Dirk actually sort of likes teaching. (He gets a captive audience to his dissertations.) At the same time, that's a very broad field to teach to someone.] I guess that depends on what you're wanting to learn. I know a lot about robotics and that line of work, but I'm not a master of the entire thing. Roxy's the better coder, for example.
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Robotics, then. How to deal with and use the equipment here. They are very foreign to me.
[ He isn't even sure if that's the correct term, hopefully it is. ]
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What time will be convenient for you?
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[He has bizarre hours. TEENAGERS WITHOUT BED TIMES ARE DANGEROUS KIDS!]
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That works. Thank you.
[ Anything else to say, patient? If not he'll be on his way to the next one.... ]