voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 021

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Spring Cleaning

Chores aren’t for everyone. And, as the morning reaches a close, it turns out that they are especially not for wizards.

That is to say, someone may have cast a spell animating all of the mops, brooms and dishcloths on-board, which are now sweeping their way up and down the carriages, cleaning everything - and everyone - they can reach. And animating anything else they can find, for maximum efficiency. Books, clothing, cutlery-

This isn’t so bad in the bathrooms. In the library, however? The armory? Bang, and the dirt is gone.

Open Mic

The ground floor of the music carriage is usually a mess of instruments, but tonight they’ve all been tucked away neatly at one end of the room. Chairs from the upper floor have been carried down en masse, all facing towards the jukeboxes and screens at the other end.

You might not be entirely sure who rigged them for karaoke, but you know one thing: you’re here now, a drink in one hand and a list of popular (by someone’s standards) songs in the other. If people aren’t singing or waiting to sing, they’re cheering friends on, or skulking and trying everything in their power not to be called up, or even escaping upstairs to talk more comfortably.

’Til Death Do Us Part

The world of Abarranz is ruled by the Undying Lords, and has been for almost two thousand years. The civilisation has stagnated - not only due to the immortal council, but also because the majority of its citizens are undead. Some, the rich, the powerful, are able to undergo great rituals to maintain their consciousness and skill even in death; others are unfortunate enough to be dragged into death with neither, and exist as shells of themselves. The greatest necromancers of the planet are harnessing the death of a minor star in the system to fuel a mass conversion of the remaining populace, but the remaining living citizens are those who have already refused the change. Voidtreckers, they cannot resist alone.

Team One

Pockets of the living survive in hiding, but are split off from one another and unable to unify under the overwhelming forces surrounding their enclaves. This first team is tasked with clearing the mindless hordes threatening them, so that they might establish communications, venture out, and join the fight.

Team Two
The best way to escape the ritual is to remove the remaining living to another colony in the system - but the rituals and spells able to do so are all jealously guarded by the eternal council in their libraries and vaults. A viable target has been identified - the treasure rooms of the Viscount Eldermann holds a tome rumoured to contain a mass teleportation ritual. Infiltrating and securing this tome is this team’s task, and while the mission is possible, the traps and guards won’t make it easy.

Team Three
Even with these plans in motion, every second counts. This third team is given the role of saboteur - to interrupt, delay or otherwise slow the Grand Ritual of a Star’s Demise from within the stronghold of the Undying Lords. The dressing carriage - and their SCA wristbands - are at their disposal, the former for appropriate Abarranz costume and pallor, the latter to hide the telltale signs of life, should they have any.

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Not hers, either - but she is much less susceptible to them than Hera. Whom she has already decided that she likes.

She nods. "I am sure you'll think of a way to get me there - and in the worst case, I can cover your retreat, Captain Syndulla."

"We'll keep that as Plan Zerek." She didn't plan on any retreat unless she could get them all back out safely.

She scanned the mass of enemies again. Balancing where they could make the most inroads against the fact that they were going to have to move past all of them. "There, we can get a good angle there."

She nodded.

"Sound tactical plan. I will go first and cover your move?"

"We'll have to be fast once we're out of cover." She's sure her companion knows that. But this was the last chance to talk about the plan before it would be too chaotic for any of that.

She drew her weapon, ready to move.

"Understood," she said, and then made her dash for it. And the speed was, of course, unnaturally quick - she's shortly in position and aiming, ready for action, gesturing for Hera to make her own approach.

Though more than a little concerned at the slowness of the opposition. Was it a feint?

That was definitely fast. Faster than she'd anticipated. She was going to have to adjust while she tried to keep pace.

She shot a cluster off her companion's back. "Moving in from the left."

They were adjusting to their approach but not as quickly as she'd expect even stormtroopers to manage.

She wheeled and fired, her heavy blaster pistols making decisive reports. The key thing, she was finding, was aiming for decisive movement and motor control points. Otherwise, their slowness was compensated for by requiring a massive amount of firepower to down them.

It was akin to engaging an armored vehicle.

"Clear to advance," she called, looking ahead to the mass of them. It was not going to be pleasant.

It was like fighting droids. They didn't slow down from anything less than actually stopping them in their tracks. They were probably controlled from the outside too.

She moved forward, weapon handy, picking off anyone who got to close. "Time to do it again."

Centimetre by brutal centimetre. "What I wouldn't give for a B-Wing..."

Unfortunately, she had a more than adequate solution to that. She was not looking forward to it.

"It would be of great use," she replied, with a sigh, taking careful aim and picking off another one.

"Even a carpet-bombing Y-Wing."

"We've gotten good use out of Y-wings. I could take care of these in a Y-wings." They weren't as exciting as the new X-Wings or that blockade busting B-Wing, but they were respectable ships as long as CHopper wasn't around to object.

"Work with what we have though."

"Yes," she replied, "though I rather wish more for my Stinger. An advanced improvement on a Surronian Conqueror-class assault fighter. I would have this regime toppled in an afternoon."

She looks up, checking for handholds.

"When I go, would you like one of my pistols? They appear heavier than your weapon, Captain."

Test Drive Meme 021

Spring Cleaning

Open Mic

’Til Death Do Us Part

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