Endgame Log: The Ice Planet

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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

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!

Comments

[itsnotaonesie]

My blood isn't normal anyway. I'm like, mutated or something.

[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.

[hot_mes]

Really...? [yes, this is a far more fascinating topic than poor Pratt. Man, if only he'd had time to study this.] If you say so. I'm still going to check on you at regular intervals.

[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.]

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, that's- that's fine.

[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.]

[hot_mes]

[were he not completely exhausted and reserving his ability for medical work only, Law would just teleport his poor cold butt over to the fire, but that's not an option right now. He diligently herds Peter over that way, assisting just enough to keep him from stumbling. There, sit, commiserate with your fellow survivors.]

If you feel faint or nauseated, yell for me. I'm going to make the rounds and collect everyone.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter sits his cold butt down in front of the fire, rubbing at his eyes again before looking himself over.]

Yeah, I'll... I'll let you know. Thanks, man.

[hot_mes]

Yeah. [Law only acknowledges his gratitude with a tip of his head and then he's off. He'll be back around rather shortly, having scrounged a few things that might burn, and by then he's practically stumbling in his exhaustion. It's been over 24 hours after all, on top of using his ability until he can't use it no more.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter still doesn't look great, but he seems to have recovered at least a little bit of his strength by the time Law rolls back around. He can tell that Law is tired, after all they'd just been through anyone would be.]

Need help with anything? You look like you really need a break.

[hot_mes]

I'm f...

[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?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter looks like he's about ready to hop to his feet, but he settles down when he realizes that Law isn't just going to up and faceplant into the snow. Law seems okay, so he takes a second to look himself over.]

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.

[hot_mes]

[oh really now...

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.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter's gotten into some weird shit during his time in Hadriel ok. He gives Law a shrug.]

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.

[hot_mes]

Beyond lucky. I've treated wounds she caused, I know how bad it could be.

[a stiff shrug] ...not that it's a threat any longer. She got her wish before the rest of us, I guess.

[itsnotaonesie]

She's gone home, huh? Can't say I'm her biggest fan, but I bet she coulda made dealing with the Null a little easier.

[He takes a quick look around at all the. Y'know. Dead Null.]

Well. Maybe.

[hot_mes]

Yeah. I didn't announce it, I figured I didn't want to deal with people openly rejoicing that she wasn't around to terrorize them anymore.

[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.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, no, I-- I understand.

[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.

[hot_mes]

[it's complicated anyway, and feelings are for weaklings, not this guy]

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.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Feelings are for normal-ass human beings no matter how much they can lift ok

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.]

[hot_mes]

[true, it's probably been longer since all the Null fell down than he thinks. Law checks his phone, not like that's going to help]

Hm. Well, maybe he's busy giving a lengthy excuse as to why he decided to bugger off and leave us here. Asshole.

[don't get him to start thinking that Fear's dead, that could be a problem]

[itsnotaonesie]

After the last stunt he pulled, I wouldn't be surprised if that's exactly what he's doing. I'm really wishing past me had thought to pack a lunch.

[Peter doesn't like to be negative, but even his optimism has it's limits.]

[hot_mes]

[god, right there with you, buddy]

Past me was too busy packing bandages and shit to think we'd be here long enough to need dinner. [he glances at Peter, all tired and dour] You don't want me making dinner anyway.

[itsnotaonesie]

It could't be any worse than those MRE's I was stuck eating for like, a month.

[Okay the expedition hadn't taken that long , but he's a teenager, he's going to be dramatic.

and then he remembers that Pratt had been the one to supply all those god awful MREs and just makes himself depressed all over again. He's just gonna. Pack that one away for now.]

[hot_mes]

[SNORT] ...you underestimate my inability to cook.

[he has genuinely tried and failed for like sixteen years, there's a point where one just packs it in and admits it.

Law diligently ignores any emotional fluctuations in Peter's expression and simply settles down, ducking his face into the scarf around his neck. God he could just fall asleep right now but doesn't want to risk it. He's far from hypothermic but, you know, doctor senses tingling.]

I swear, if he makes us wait more than half a day, I'm going to find some way to sharpen my haki enough to punch his noncorporeal face.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter huffs out a weak chuckle. Yeaaah he's jut going to take Law's word for that one.

He definitely feels a nap coming on, but he's also just paranoid as hell that something else is going to go wrong. They could get attacked by those mammoth creatures or something, who even knows. As much as he wants to sleep, keeping himself on guard is probably a way better idea right now.]

I don't know what a haki is, but I wouldn't stop you. Sometimes I just wanna slap that guy.

[hot_mes]

It's a... [nah he's too tired to even demonstrate right now] ...never mind. Sometimes I feel like the lot of them are just reveling in the fact that we can't physically touch them, or they'd get punched a lot more often.