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Endgame Log: The Ice Planet
Who: The characters accompanying [Name] to the ice planet
What: The closed event log for the virus upload
Where: On the ice planet, at the Null communications array
When: June 15th
Warnings: None
What: The closed event log for the virus upload
Where: On the ice planet, at the Null communications array
When: June 15th
Warnings: None
It's time. There's a plan that needs to be put into motion, and you're the ones who volunteered to do it. You know going in that it's going to be dangerous - but there's no other choice. This is the end, and it's you or the Null.
Upon arrival, you have a little time to prepare. The Null don't know you're there at first, and once they do there's a delay of a few hours before they're in position to fight back. Now's the time to set up defenses or anything else that might help you stay alive. You have to know the fight will be hard, because they know their lives are on the line, too.
Then, the Null attack. With everything they have, they try to stop you, try to beat past your defenses to get to [Name] and stop it from uploading the killswitch. Fear helps out, and the sky goes dark, but it won't last forever. When Fear flees, that particular defense is gone... along with any chance of getting out of there. Here's where those without courage might break, because it certainly looks like it could be a last stand. It doesn't help that Hope can't reach you here either, that any deaths will not be resurrected during the battle.
But it does end. With very little warning, [Name] completes its task. It goes dark, and as it does, the other Null see their end coming. They cannot stop it, they cannot escape. They crumple to the ground, all consciousness and animation gone from them.
And then you're alone on the ice planet. Tend your wounds, mourn your dead, and hope that someone will come for you before the cold does.► This log covers June 15th
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► As this log takes place away from Hope's influence, any deaths will not be resurrected until people and gods are able to travel to the ice planet again. Have fun!
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Peter does come to eventually, sitting up with a start before wincing and slowly lowering himself back down to the ground. He'll be fine, he's just in rough shape right now.]
Ow. What- what happened? Is everyone okay?
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No.
[nothing like sugar-coating that bad news, huh?]
Pratt-ya is dead. I couldn't get to him in time. Fear still hasn't come back to get us. I've stopped the bleeding, but are you still light-headed or anything?
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No, no, he can't-- W-where is he!? Shit-
[He's still trying to push himself to his feet, but it's clearly not going well.]
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[he'll do it, too. That noticeable dizziness means he might have to transfuse...and about now is when he realizes if he'd only had a couple extra weeks to prepare he should have typed everyone's blood. Oh well too late now.]
Over there. [thumbing over his shoulder to where holey Pratt is crumpled, his position more or less the same as when he fell except for where Law moved him in order to look for a pulse and try a Counter-shock to revive him. No go.] You can't do anything for him, I already tried.
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Shit. Holy shit, oh God...
[That's about all he's got by way of conversation at the moment.
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Not used to others dying around you in a fight?
[yeah, he's curt and matter-of-fact about it, like he doesn't care.]
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Uh, n-no. It- it's happened before, but...
[But he's definitely not used to it, and the last time it had happened, he'd been one of the casualties too. This was kind of different.]
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[that's as good as his bedside manner gets right now. Or ever, really.]
Ugh. I'd feel more confident if I could perform a blood transfusion but I don't even know your type, regardless of whether I can cobble together the equipment. Try not to move around too much and...
[shit. they're stuck on the ice planet with no idea how long it's going to be before someone tells Fear to go the fuck back and pick the kids up from soccer practice. Anyone with concussions, blood loss, and so on are the most vulnerable to the cold. Against his better judgment Law yanks open his coat and starts taking it off]
If you can't make it closer to the fire, I'll move you. You need to stay warm, your body won't do it for you right now.
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[It's probably better for Peter to think of anything besides dead Pratt right now anyway, so he's just going to roll with Law's doctor chatter. He holds an unsteady hand up in protest when Law starts removing his jacket, shaking his head.]
It's fine, I heal way faster than normal people do. Just uh, I just need a hand up. I'll be okay.
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[but finding out whether he really can fast-heal takes observation, so Law resolves to do just that. He offers his elbow, prepared to haul Peter to his feet as requested. Not too much extra touching, gosh.]
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[He kind of expects the resident medic to want to keep an eye on the injured, so he isn't going to argue. Using Law's elbow as leverage, Peter hoists himself up, at least a little more steady on his feet now that he's had a second to calm down. He's also only just now realizing just how cold he is, so yes sitting next to a fire sounds pretty good right now.]
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If you feel faint or nauseated, yell for me. I'm going to make the rounds and collect everyone.
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Yeah, I'll... I'll let you know. Thanks, man.
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Need help with anything? You look like you really need a break.
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[yeah no his knees give out there, so I guess it's time to sit next to the fire, too. Just a bit, Law swears. He's got work to do.]
It's fine. We're as good as we can be, for now. You're...really healing on your own, are you?
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Yeah, I'm uh, I'm healing up. It'll take a couple days for these to close up completely, though. I think the only thing I wasn't able to heal from on my own was when that Caedra lady cut me open with her freaky sword.
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Law looks directly at him, his expression remarkably neutral]
Did she? You're damn lucky. That thing necrotises as it cuts, if you managed to escape that the you must have some kind of power.
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According to my roommate, I was super lucky. He was surprised I was able to make it home with a wound like that, much less survive it. But yeah, I have a few powers, I guess. The whole super fast healing thing isn't exactly natural.
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[a stiff shrug] ...not that it's a threat any longer. She got her wish before the rest of us, I guess.
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[He takes a quick look around at all the. Y'know. Dead Null.]
Well. Maybe.
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[oh Peter, such an optimist. Law follows that glance and then snorts]
Her weapons were almost useless on these metal hulks. It's more likely she would have turned on us for shits and giggles.
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[He had no idea just how close Law and Caedra might have been, but he figured they were at least friends. As much of a problem as Caedra was, apparently she'd managed to attract at least someone who would be upset that she was gone.
But then Law goes and says that thing, and Peter feels a little less bad about it.]
Yeah... yeah, I can totally see that. And I guess it makes sense that her necro-whatever sword wouldn't work on machines, at least.
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Right. She dealt with the handful that attacked our ship but it was a struggle. Hordes like this...
[nnnnnot saying that basically she would have been Pratt but just sayin'. Don't bring a knife to a robot fight, apparently]
Anyway. She's home where she belongs, and hopefully now that this is over, the rest of us will be, too. Sooner or later.
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But yes don't... don't be like Deputy Pratt. Because you will die. Like Deputy Pratt.]
Yeah. If Fear decides to come back for us, anyway. It's um. It's been a while.
[He doesn't want to say "what if Fear's dead and we're stuck here with dead Pratt" but he is 100% thinking it. They saved the day and that's great and all, but now The Doubts are creeping back in.]
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