Endgame Log: The City

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Who: The characters within Hadriel
What: The event log for the Null attack
Where: All over the city (and possibly outside)
When: June 15th
Warnings: None

The battle has been going on for awhile now, but this is when things really begin to kick into overdrive. The Null's primary target is the Door, but their secondary targets are all the god temples - particularly Hope's. It's time to fight, because if you don't, everything is going to end here and now.

Whether you're defending the Door, defending a temple, or finding some other way to fight or offer support to the fighters, you'd better be ready to go all out. The Null certainly are. Their forces seem almost infinite, especially with the way they can drag the remains of Null bodies from the field and repair and reanimate them. But then, that's true for you, too, as Hope flickers around each battlefield throughout the city resurrecting people nearly the moment they fall.

All the gods are fighting at your side. Some will fall, sending currents of emotion through the warriors on both sides, while others will fight on. It may seem like this battle will last forever, but there is an end - when the Null all begin to crumple, the life going out of them, signaling that the killswitch has been activated.

Then it's just you, and the living injured, and the city in ruins. But you've won, no matter what the cost!

► This log covers June 15th
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► All deaths will be resurrected near-instantly, though after awhile things may begin going wrong...

Comments

hope's temple: running the gauntlet [closed to john sheppard]

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[ As soon as the Null rolled the cannons out, Nate knew they were screwed.

It isn't the first time he's had heavy ordinance aimed in his direction, and with the number of people they actually have at their disposal, he's aware that they're better off than most temples. It isn't out of love, or fondness, or even loyalty that Nate decided to protect Hope's tidy complex in the first place: it's that he's the only one of these assholes that can bring them back when or if they die, and that's a resource they'll probably need.

It's a rash decision, probably, to think that he of all people can hack something. That he of all people has the ability to get into a machine and figure out how it works. It's not his forte, no, and never will be, but Nate didn't spend all that goddamn time learning the Null language to not use it when it comes to something like this. If not now, when?

They're still behind the protective barrier for the time being. It won't last long. ]

Hey.

[ Aside, away from the dispersing group of people shifting positions, Nate goes to the only person he knows who might be able to handle the absolutely batshit plan he has. ]

I've got an idea, and I need your help.

[deploy]

My help?

[John's adjusting his rig in the lull, tossing empties and re-distributing the weight across his vest. He showed up with everything he had, and whatever he could grouse up from the communal stockpile of munitions and weaponry.

What would he be saving his bullets for, a special occasion? Something tells him the Null don't have quinceañera, and Poe made it very clear they only had one shot at this. Once the battle starts there's no going back. Not until it's over. John, a seasoned veteran of multiple galaxies and universes, knows better than to assume that 'over' will be within his lifetime.

He clips his rifle to the front of his vest, resting his elbows over the butt with a genial smile. All too comfortable amidst explosions and gunfire. He and Nate are cut from the same disturbingly adaptive cloth.

Granted, Nate requires significantly more yardage than he does.]

Let me guess. You need someone to come in like a wrecking ball? Or are you the ball, and I'm the chain? Or, maybe a wrecking ball operator. Either way, I've demolished a few buildings in my day. So shoot.

["And people" doesn't really need to be said.]

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[ John looks almost amusingly prepared, with the same practiced, experienced nonchalance that Nate is frequently accused of himself. No carelessness, but understanding. A tacit acknowledgment that shit is fucked and the options for fixing it are minimal.

Neither of them are superbly well-armed under the circumstances, and though Nate retrieved his rifle from Pratt he still has concerns about the extremely limited ammunition as his disposal. Normally he wouldn't bring anyone else along, but the situation requires a very specific skill set. ]

I need cover, and an assist.

[ Wrecking ball and chain isn't far from the truth. He turns so their shoulders brush, and Nate points at one of the distant cannons settled in the treeline, charging up for another blast. ]

I think I can reprogram that thing.