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How The Blue Man Falls

Who: I suppose just about anybody is welcome to this here shindig
What: Old Man Bil gonna get himself hurt real good
When: Well I reckon it'll be about sometime tonight, ya think?
Where: Over at that thar dome
Summary: How 'bout I save that part for the cut, darling? It's summarized good enough here
Rating: I reckon this is gonna be a sad one

It was twenty minutes left until midnight. In his underground fortress and laboratory, Sir Catherine (or Biliruben as the Malnosso knew him) was setting a teapot full of water on to boil. With the experiment entering its final stage, he predicted tonight would be another all nighter. He just needed to get this last set of calculations done so he could send them to the Great One for approval.

"Molly, my dear, where is the sugar?"

Instead of an answer, there was a crash that knocked him off his feet. Just above, a solitary droid, cloaked and hooded, had begun entering an override program into the computer above the dome. Each chamber was suddenly locked off and the clinic itself sealed close. That was the signal. Several more droids, none of these cloaked, entered in pairs until they circled the area above the floor where the former CEO and his assistant had descended many months ago. The floor panel opened, marking the ascent of an elevator. Sir Catherine began the first assault. His personal compliment of version one droids ascended on a platform. They were already outnumbered.

There was hardly even a struggle. The new encroaching droids were the latest version. They were stronger, faster, and more resilient. One of them teleported on the back of a droid, then ripped its head off. Another used super strength to punch a hole in another. Yet another cleared through two of them with as powerful blast of lightning. By now, the droids outside would be fending off Lucetians outside the Dome. There were probably a few inside who would need dealing with. Nonlethal force only. They weren't here for the Lucetians.

Into the laboratory they descended. The intern attempted to hide, but she was soon spotted and knocked out. A group of droids took charge of her and began leaving with her. The rest began downloading data from the terminals, destroying them once they retrieved what they wanted. Foolishly brave, Sir Catherine came at one of them with a cane. His blow left not even a dent and he received a violent backhand for his efforts. The old man collapsed and saw no more. Smoke from burning hardware filled the area and the droids began to leave, having accomplished their objective.

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Okay everyone, so here's the deal. If your character was already in a scenario, they won't be able to get out until the droids have already left. Ditto on the clinic. If they're in the Viewing Area they can try to get involved, but given most of the droids are there and have the same powers as Lucetians, they won't likely last long. But they won't be killed. Once the fighting starts outside, it may be loud enough to draw people in the nearby vicinity of the Dome. Unfortunately these droids are far stronger than the kind that people have been facing already, so beating them won't be possible.

Once the dust settles, Bil can be found unconscious in the wrecked lab, half buried under rubble. He's already inhaled a lot of smoke, so he'll need immediate medical care. However he has a protective 'Shift' that disables all technology and magic from affecting him, so only conventional medicine will work on him. This means he will be on the slow road to recovery and will not be waking soon.

HOWEVER, he will have a small orb on him. The outside is clear and inside is obvious computer hardware inside. The outside won't be easily broken, but there is a part on the Battle Dome console with a dome-like indentation in it. Setting the orb there will cause a program to automatically run in Chamber One. Inside a holographic Biliruben will appear, who is designed to answer questions and give information. There will be a thread for people to talk to him, but his answers will be limited and he will lack his usual 'charm'. Those who wish to speak to him may do so in the first thread marked for that purpose.

The rest of the log will just be between players, who may NPC the droids as enemies. The actual Bil will be comatose and thus not react.

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[It was a tense evening that drove him to the Battle Dome late that night to play with his programs and work out their kinks by experience first instead of data. The system was such that he was reminded of the Holo-Deck in Star Trek, and he used it for all sorts of pleasure. That night he relaxed in that Thai Spa program he'd fixed up--all of the amenities, none of the people. If anyone wanted a massage, they had to bring their own masseuse.

Fortunately, he had a willing volunteer.

The crashing sounds beyond the heavy doors ruined the sense of peace he was starting to allow himself to enjoy, the artificial paradise interrupted by the steel of reality.

He sits up sharply, hair mussed from his relaxing and a stern expression on his face.]

Well fuck.

[Don't mind him as he tries to break his way out from the inside, either through the program itself or by taking a very large blunt weapon to the door itself. If there's a lot of banging and swearing, it's you know who.]

[After the admittedly tense and emotional meeting with the Jedi, Adele had been more than willing to accept Lupin's suggestion that they have one of their Thai spa nights. Even with the dark she met him on the way, needing some sort of distraction from the utter mess she'd just watched.

It'd been a long and easy massage thus-far, tension worked out by inches. The atmosphere was certainly conductive to a soothing end to a stressful day.

At least until the simulation came to an end.]

...What on earth-

[Adele sits back and watches Lupin attempt to unlock the doors, more than a little concerned. Why were they locked in?]

Do you think you can get us out?

Doubtful.

[He looks over at Adele, dark eyes serious for once. Even shirtless and his hair in disarray doesn't ruin the effect of it. This was unexpected, and not good.

Tense once more, he leans his ear against the door with the hope of getting a better idea of what's up.]

This tech is tricky, and this might be a failsafe to protect us from whatever's out there. [Or keep them out of the way. Or kill them. It was better to stay optimistic. The rending of metal sent shivers through his spine.] Sounds like a shitstorm out there...

Fantastic.

[Locked in and listening. This didn't bring back bad memories at all, but. If they were sealed in, its possible the others in simulators were locked in as well. Out of danger. Until it came for them, at least. She shook that thought off and stands, looking for...something.

A vent. A crack. Anything that would lead out of the room since the door was sealed.]

Droids, perhaps? There hasn't been an overt kidnapping in at least a week but. Why here? [Keep calm, keep thinking, find a way out.]

[Good question. Lupin stands, and, with a frustrated kick at the door, joins Adele.]

I've heard inklings that there might be something under the Battle Dome, but nothing specific. Out there? It certainly sounds mechanical...

[He pats her shoulder when he spots her wandering gaze.] Don't bother. This thing has impressive construction, you won't succeed.

It doesn't sound like we want to be out there anyway.

I will have to agree with you on that. I had a hard enough time handling human opponents when armed and with the benefit of surprise.

[Without any option other than to wait she settles back down, wings twitching against her shirt. There were still little grits of sugar here and there at the base of the feathers she could not quite get out, and it was more than a little irritating.]

[He sighed, pissy but resigned to their current lot. The smart thing to do would be to sit tight, wait for the opportune moment, and not waste energy trying to get out. That way, when the moment came, they could bolt.

The continued crashing and screeching of metal was jarring, inconducive to any kind of relaxation. Lupin settles in too, frustrated with their relative helplessness.]

...There might be a way to get through to the programming from here, but that requires poking through my own systems and then theirs...

[He needed a distraction if he wanted to think properly.]

Dellie, take off your shirt. [He remembered the candied mess from the other day, and was curious.]

[No option but to wait. And no way to ignore what was going on just outside the door. At least nothing sounded like the crunch of bone or the wet tear of flesh. The memory surfaces, flickers, and she shoves it away. Metal on metal. That was all.

...metal on metal. Were the droids fighting one another? She stares across at the door, flinching at a particularly close crash, and flexes her hands. Droids fighting droids. It seems most likely. Maybe.]

I would not recommend it. Not until that mess has passed. But. It does not sound like there are human combatants.

[Something to consider, but why would they-]

...

[What?]

Buy me dinner first Lupin.

I've already seen you naked, Adele. [beat. The outing at the hot springs had been beneficial in so many ways, but the opportunity to just chill and be with people regardless of gender was always a delight.]

This isn't gonna be anything different. Besides, no money, remember?

Make me dinner then. Actually...don't.

[She sighs and starts unbuttoning her blouse, looser than those she normally wore. Since the incident she's given up on fitted blouses in favor of covering her wings.]

Any particular reason you want me topless, or do you wish to poke at my wings again?

I need to think; this is a good enough distraction.

[Don't think he hasn't noticed the fashion change. He glowers, mind reeling at the chaos he can only hear. He needed to think about systems, plan a little.]

If it's consolation, you can poke mine later.

As you will Lupin.

...Just do not ruffle the feathers too much.

[She was in no mood to giggle. Blouse unbuttoned she shrugs it off, a white tank top on underneath out of habit, but her wings free all the same. Bits of sugar here and there glint in the light.]

I'm nothing if not careful.

[Gently, deftly, he runs his fingers through the delicate feathers, brushing away small bits of sugar here or there.]

...There should be firewalls, knowing them. Those things have limited tries sometimes, and could screw us over if we goof. Lock ins don't happen frequently either--I checked.

[True to his word, she barely felt him picking through her feathers. It was somewhat comforting to know that she wouldn't be a giggling mess while whatever was going out just outside the door continued.]

It would be safest to assume all the simulator rooms were locked down. Possibly the entire dome for however long this will last.

[He's ahead of you, Adele, but chatting for the sake of chatting. The sounds remain metal on metal, not the soft sounds of bodies and humans. It's a small comfort, but a cage is a cage.] ...doesn't mean that there isn't a way. I just haven't figured out the weaknesses of their tech yet. Hacking--secondary. This is beyond most that I've seen.

I've no doubt there is. I just do not know how you would be able to access it from in here, unless one of the panels lift away.

Flawless construction, remember?

[He groans a little, irritable even with the distraction.] -rrgh- waiting isn't gonna--

[He storms to the edges he knows he checked before when he started fiddling with the Dome, curious about what made it work and any flaws that would affect programs. Maybe another check, maybe another try so that he wasn't sitting there preening Adele.]

Then there is nothing we can do but wait.

[She shakes her wings out once Lupin is finished with them and pulls her blouse back on, watching him stalk, check, and fume. The only reason she wasn't as frustrated as he was, well. She was at least a little more accustomed to being locked in and not able to do anything. It didn't mean she liked it, but she was less likely to start climbing the walls because of it.

Once she's buttoned up again she stands, hands in her pockets, eyes tracing the lines of the room again.]

Breathe, Lupin. Tying yourself into mental knots will not get us out of here.

[tap. tap. The sounds weren't any different. He draws his attention away from the task at hand and stares at Adele. The look in his eyes should explain things clearly.]

It's a cage, Dellie. I can always find a way out. [Ambiguous answer for an ambiguous question.]

[She'll just not mention how he's still in the village with the rest of them. He knows that well enough.]

Flawless construction, unfamiliar computer systems. Not impossible, but difficult. Acting while frustrated may not be the most productive option.

...

Give yourself time to think, Lupin. It's your most valuable asset here.

[Speaking to the crowd there, Adele. He's been telling himself the same thing for weeks.]

...Thinking has gotten me a whole lot of nothing so far, Adele. You don't need to tell me twice.

So you would act without thought instead? Without a plan? Improvisation is one thing, recklessness another. [She holds up a hand.] I know I've no room to talk on the count of recklessness. We need to wait. See what changes. As it stands there is no way out.

Like everything else.

[He stops and flops down in a crosslegged position where he was. Leaning back, his head bumps against the cold wall, solid.

Unbreakable cage within unbreakable cage, chaos only a few feet of metal away. There was indeed nothing to be done, and that was the stupidity of it all.]

Welcome to unwilling captivity. I would have thought you'd have become somewhat accustomed to the idea by now. Not accepting, just. Accustomed to the thought.

[She watches him a moment before sitting down next to him, back to the wall, listening to the sounds of droids tearing one another apart. It was frustrating but. She has survived worse than this. She may yet have to do so again. Being locked in a room? Not terrible.]

I stayed in prison once for a full year, of my own accord. I could have gotten out at any time, really, but that wasn't the point of it.

[The chaos seemed to be roiling to a head beyond the walls. He closed his eyes and just listened. This wasn't the worst he'd dealt with, but monotony was always one of the hardest to bear.]

...I can't even get accustomed to it, really. It's all just biding time, watching, waiting. There's a point when waiting just doesn't work any longer.

Just because I stayed in prison doesn't mean I liked, or even got used to it.

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