Ch 2: Awake from the Dream

[wrathgon]

As you dig into the world news, there is confusion spreading across the camp.

 

Going back a few years the offense against infected was spearheaded by Capt Theo when he took a hill that had been a sticking point for years. As people read about the war effect and watch the videos they match these real-life battles with ones from the SIM! This battle was what they fought in the SIM. Stranger still the vid of the troops is the vaulters! Each of you sees yourselves charging into battle against the infected here in the real world!

 

When this starts to come out the leader comes out to explain before too much time and panic starts.

 

"Good people, by now you have seen that the time in the SIM was not wasted! To show this world how we get things done, we took it upon ourselves to advance society clause and strike a blow against a new threat we only found out when we left our safe homes. Infected are creatures that are corrupted and warp and pass their disease on by touch. For years they sat at the edge of their lands raiding for resources and people. We use you and robot troops to strike into the heart of the enemy ranks. With your heart shown in the SIM we push them back and we have held them back."

 

He bows his head " These people do not respect AI. But we work with them and with their help we connected SIM to the troops so we could direct them with your help. We have to show we can fight and win!"

 

 

[darlis moonbeam]

Jake gives her a mischievous grin in the end, "Sometimes I think you cost too much, but then I realize you are worth the price" he then gives her a wink "If I get to see you in two weeks then you can charge me whatever you like" after speaking with his wife he tries to find Zora as she at least appeared to be a coordinator already and fill her in on all the information he gathered from his wife, including the message the captain needed to know, as well as her offer to host all of their crew in her province. That done he went in search of some details of what happened to the individuals taken away and possibly determine their fate. When possible he used his influence as a retired member of High Command as well as being a minor noble, though he personally felt that last would not amount to much here on the island.

Also with the understanding that the vote was more for the Vaulter society to stay as a power on the island and not that he personally would need to stay he gave his vote for them to stay. It was very possible that would help them in the long run, and might just be of use for the planet itself if they could come up with a solution to their 50,000 year problem.

[Sohala]

Hours stretched before Prax's return to the living quarters. She stowed her armor and sank down on her bed. Her gaze was distant, lost in thought, as her head rested in her hands. With a heavy sigh, she flopped back, closing her eyes, her mind wrestling with the implications of recent events. What path was she to choose?

The following morning marked the commencement of a month-long routine—regular visits to various groups and individuals during the day, followed by disappearances into the deeper tunnels within her armor. Throughout the first month, she maintained a composed exterior in the public eye.

Among the groups, she made a point to check on fellow practitioners of mystical arts. Some had been in this world longer than her, but she saw it as her responsibility to ensure they were adapting to the void they now felt outside the SIM. Therapy was available, but to her, an understanding of what they were going through was the only way to understand it.

Next, she sought out the current naval chain of command, presenting herself for duty and establishing where she fit within it.

Not to be overlooked, she delved into her and Elara's contact list, ensuring they had transitioned smoothly and seeking any news they might have heard. Regrettably, she also reached out to Adrian Blackwood, receiving a gleeful response at the mention of the absence.

Lastly, she familiarized herself with the more technically inclined individuals, Zora included, they had a conversation to finish after all.

In the times between engagements, she was absorbed in modifying her armor. A heavy, rough framework took shape, adorned with sizable external hydraulics. Once complete, she attached them to the limbs, forming a sturdy central structure to support them.

As the month came to a close, another round of SIM-goers were returned to the real world. Holding out hope, she watched as they were brought in, one at a time, but none of them was who she was looking for...

OOC

Actions are for the month of 46, 2 to go before the last group pops out.

RP openings: Zora, spellcasters, navy personnel

 

 

Edited October 18, 2023 by Sohala (see edit history)

[Drunva]

 

Farhvan did his best to keep a relatively low profile after his awakening. Though he had been planet side in the SIM for long stretches, getting used to the idea of being stuck on one for YEARS in the reality was a bit daunting. Still, he passed the time trying to make himself somewhat useful, giving medical evaluations or such advice to any of the vaulters that asked.

When they were given the chance to learn about the outside world in more depth he dived in. Of course his main focus was on the known diseases and other biological hazards that they'd need to be concerned with. The 'infected' was a particularly interesting topic as it both sounded like a major threat and also seemed like a source of significant suffering for the locals. He also took a little time to check up on a few of the people he'd met in the SIM. He was particularly keen on finding Natasha Lefaine and the child he had helped to deliver. Obviously he wasn't sure how something like that worked in the SIM, but if they were real he wanted to make sure they were doing alright.

When it came time to vote, Farhvan was a bit conflicted. On the one hand the vaulters had a good thing going but he wasn't sure if hoarding it was for the best overall. In addition, he didn't much care for the amount of control the current administrator had over the population. Ultimately he decided to cast his vote for going out into the world.

 

 

OOC/Mechanics

Farhvan's main focus would be getting knowledgeable about the health hazards and diseases on file for the outside world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[evedgebah]

*I'm here, but Enoch gets out YEARS later than some of you, so want to make sure we're all in the same time frame before posting*

[wrathgon]

1 year is 1 month so you know how far but really I want to move to.voting now

[Grudge]

Samuel opened his eyes and blinked a few times, slightly confused, he had knowledge he didn't know how he obtained, campaigns he didn't remember he fought. Honors he doesn't remember how he obtained, mostly while his broken mind realigned itself last clear consistent, and repeating memory was one of him dying. being turned to mush of broken bones and a pile of meat by the object of incredible weight. Rationally he knew it was in a split second and he couldn't have that memory but he did like every millisecond was stretched for hours. He remembered his bones fracturing in slow motion as his organs ruptured. He was VERY dead, in his, now somehow improved medical opinion. What's worse just casual observation made him sure that although not more pile of broken flash and bones, he was still equally dead.

He did not breathe, his heart did not beat, and his blood did not flow, actually, he did not feel much of anything even naked. His memories started to come into place, he had a child, no, not a child, warrior he...created. Something strikes him and noticing the mirror above the lab sink he leaps almost across the entire room in one bound and looks into it to see nothing staring back at him. With casual ease, he rips the mirror off the wall and flings it against the far wall into shards of silver dust. He remembered now. Most of it at least letting a low growl expose his fangs, he will have to have a few words with the Captain. About his child and his food source, because he started to miss both. he looked down at his body he seemed still in his early 30s, he found his clothes neatly laid out nearby, his rage gone as fast as it came he dressed the best he could without a mirror. Pausing briefly to look at the Needler Gun and Needle Estoc. he approached the lab chemical cabinet and used old...and new medical knowledge to choose future ammo for the weapons, not all necessarily good for health, but he picked up a few shots of medicine if anything for cover before strapping the weapons on. He glanced at the glasses, they served no purpose he saw perfectly even in the darkest corners of the lab, but he learned that people for some reason more trusted scientists with glasses. He put them on and raised his head sniffing the air, music was easy to hear, but he didn't look for a party...well not specifically. Just some people that could be there. He looked toward the doors. With his memories mainly back he could take less tedious routes than doors, but as most were concerned he was just another Human.

Edited October 30, 2023 by Grudge (see edit history)

[wrathgon]

As the days from the announcement pass you see more people moving along their way to becoming meta human, they have put up a bio dome to slow the effects but once we all were exposed no turning back.

 

The vaulters who caused a scene are being held in a secure area and all their stuff has been taken with them. From what you hear they were the first one through the robot defenses of the outer Vaulter and 45 people left the same way and only 3 came out the other side. Anyone who listens to Max and others says he told a story of a AI taking pieces of people and adding them to himself so could cast magic. They exit the Vault's main door rest on used other side and back up exits.

 

In other to find out what was happening in the first hours of the black out you have to ask and that may bring questions about where were you, but if you were careful maybe could find out some info.....

[wrathgon]

Anyone with doctor training can help where they can in the tents, some of the Meta Humans are having a hard time with the changes both physically and mentally.

 

Other than Kar Tesh everyone else seems to fully human....

[evedgebah]

Enoch is perhaps less disoriented than others leaving the sim. His priority is checking his equipment to make sure everything is present and functional. Then he keeps to himself and tries to locate the others. If/as he sees people struggling, he remains disinterested in helping anyone besides his crew mates. He scans the environment and focuses on regrouping.

[wrathgon]

any large items vehicles, ships ect are being crafted, and any personal items that you owed and had on you are still on when you exit the Sim.

[Drunva]

 

Farhvan did general rounds helping ease symptoms as much as possible. He didn't use any medigel, but he made sure to give each person as much attention as he could spare. He did take note of those experiencing a Metahuman shift in biology. He took consecutive scans as he helped.

 

 

OOC/Mechanics

With the Field Medic feat he can give long term aid to 10 people at a time, though I'm not sure if we need that level of care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[wrathgon]

1 hour ago, Drunva said:

 

Farhvan did general rounds helping ease symptoms as much as possible. He didn't use any medigel, but he made sure to give each person as much attention as he could spare. He did take note of those experiencing a Metahuman shift in biology. He took consecutive scans as he helped.

 

 

OOC/Mechanics

With the Field Medic feat he can give long term aid to 10 people at a time, though I'm not sure if we need that level of care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

all of them are grateful for the help but note almost everyone you see has post traumatic stress for the prolonged war fought in the SIM, including some of the crew.

[Sohala]

Prax's absences slowly grew in length, hours turning into nearly whole days. Midway through the month though, they abruptly ended. Her face held a haunted look upon her return. The once laser-focused gaze now wavered, a haunted look residing in the depths of her eyes. The unmistakable clarity of her purpose, once a beacon, now flickered in the wind of inner turmoil. Even in the midst of her own battles, Prax clung to her anchoring routine and semblance of self-care. Her appearance, though marked by the toll of her struggles, still bore the traces of diligence. Mutters of unresolved thoughts occasionally escaped her lips when she thought no one was watching.

Despite the storm within, Prax didn't shirk her responsibilities. The welfare of her fellow wielders, given their numbers, was something she could ill afford to neglect. She had not experienced the transformation herself, but she was no stranger to drastic life-altering events and was willing to use what had rubbed off from Elara to help.

[She is willing to help others if approached or prompted by a fellow service member.]

OOC

Talking with one of the contained Vaulters should be among her actions, just don't know the best way to lead into it.

 

 

[Grudge]

 

 

Some three hours after getting into the ambulance depo Samuel took off his gloves and washed his hands, he did not have to worry about most diseases but he did not need to cause infection on the ship. He carefully stands while Anne-Maria fixes his hair and nods that he's as she liked to say "presentable" He takes his Needlegun and loads it with a few shots of the strongest anesthetic they had on the ship. A Shot of this in the jugular would have an average human under within 2 seconds. More than one likely permanently. He loads his Needle Estoc with straight-up poison based on Cyanide, figuring if it comes to drawing swords diplomacy is gone already. He walked out relieved that he didn't need to fake breathing, the first hour was not that bad but three hours was quite a workout. he stretched and looked around. He sees one of the doctors he got to know while on the shift. "Off to pick up some more hypodermic needles for my gun and grab a bite to eat, I'll be back in about an hour. Need anything?"

 

 

Edited November 14, 2023 by Grudge (see edit history)