Whistling in the Dark - Mod Plot [Log Post]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up!
What| Whistling in the Dark Plot. The gang has to deal with threats around Legion World and the possessed
Where| Everywhere!
When| After Ferro's post on the network
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Everywhere around the ship things start to fall apart. Aside from the juddering as it shakes, lights start turning off, life support starts failing, the artificial gravity starts malfunctioning, and strange bursts of energy from the ship's engine causes electronics to stop working. And that's not all: it seems like every possible system that could be acting up is acting up.

In short, Legion World is a mess. And all they know so far is that some of the support staff may be responsible and that they're also possibly possessed by some kind of alien infestation that occasionally makes their eyes flash black.

It's time to get answers -- something that will be difficult with all the threats they're facing on the ship. Not only do the Legionnaires have to survive, the support staff will occasionally need rescue, too.

With the rate that systems are failing, the odds are not in their favor, especially since these malfunctions caused the escape pods to automatically launch without any crew in them. They'll have to work fast to stop the threat before everyone on Legion World dies.

Comments

No probs!

[failbender]

Zuko had no idea what the man said but pointing at something generally meant that was it important, and already he was trusting that the man was trying to accomplish the same things.

Funny how this idea of a "legion" got inside your head a bit. It wasn't as if he felt any true loyalty to the rest of them -- not when his friends back home and their cause were so important -- but he still felt inclined to trust that anyone else also wearing the ring at least had their priorities straight.

Maybe that was the point of having a team, of having them swear an oath, of rings signifying what they all were. They didn't need to be unified by loyalty. All they needed was to be united in a dedication to doing what needed to be done, regardless of their individual reasons for doing it.

So he trusted that the pointing meant something, and he trusted that rolling the strange thing towards the man would do something.

It took all of the strength he had to reach it. Anytime he tried to raise himself on his elbows, it felt like his ribcage was being compressed -- so much that the world was going a little black around the edges.

But Zuko reached it and managed to get it moving. It rolled slowly but eventually reached Feanor. Now Zuko could only hope that he had a good idea of what to do with it.

[lightcatcher]

He had done this a few time before now, but only ever in training, so... well. He'd just have to hope that it would work.

It would. Fëanor was a firm believer of "if you put your mind to something, you can make it" and it was a rather well-known fact that he was very capable and talented.

So there was no hesitation when he reached out to the thing and his power and forced his will upon the item, demanding that it roll over to the box and then use the stick to push or press whatever it could find in there.

A moment later, Zuko could see the thing roll towards the box without Fëanor having more than touched it with his fingertips. Roll over and then get out the stick to open the box, reach into it and push at the levers and buttons inside.

Well. It had just turned the gravitation off completely.

For a moment, as nobody moved, the effect wasn't quite clear, but it was at least much easier to breathe again. Fëanor frowned and told the item to stay put and wait. Something had changed, but what?

[failbender]

The ball...machine...whatever-it-was moving was...strange. But Zuko long since committed himself to the idea that nothing in this place would make sense. Maybe later he'd marvel over what Feanor had just done and perhaps when they could understand each other again he might ask him about his power.

Right now he had other things to worry about, because Zuko made a fatal mistake here: shoving himself hard off the ground to get back up to his feet.

He quickly found himself floating right into the air, something that should've been impossible.

People did have a concept of gravity in his world. The Airbenders had, naturally, been the ones to come up with a name for the force that held people to the ground. They'd needed a name for the force they constantly defied and laughed at.

But nobody actually thought it could be overcome, that there'd be a way of turning it on or off.

"How is this even possible?!" Zuko exclaimed because WHAT.

Ugh, asking anyone was pointless. It wasn't like anyone could understand him. He wound up finally drifting up to the ceiling and kicked off it, trying to get back near the floor. He saw that some of the Legion World staff were using handles on the walls or desks that were secured to the floor to move around. They seemed to know what they were doing. Perhaps this wasn't something unusual for them -- a potential threat that was known to them. They seemed trained to deal with it and now that they could move again, they seemed to be working to try to fix it.

Still, if this was possible, it was possibly not the last time they'd have to deal with it. It was something they had to be prepared for, suddenly being pinned down or floating.

For right now, since they could move, Zuko figured they should, and keep trying to see if they could find the strange creatures causing all this.

He pointed to the door.

"We should keep moving." If they kicked off things and pulled their way there, they could still get there. He gestured to the workers they'd just helped to move freely again. "They seem to know how to deal with this."

Hopefully his ally could figure out what he was trying to say.