TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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Days 2 - 6

[widows_kiss]

[28th/29th: Day 2 & 3]
[The alarm goes off in the middle of the night and Natasha is moving even as she wakes, hands reaching for her weapons and her belt. They weren't supposed to be attacked here but she doesn't let the confusion slow her, making her way outside to spot the airships overhead and the first Cultists dropping down into their sector.

She throws herself into the fighting, sticking close to Clint, occasionally spotting familiar faces nearby, helping any of her fellow villagers she comes across. The waves of cultists seem endless and there's little time for strategy in the thickest of the fighting. Just action and reaction.]


[30th/31st: Day 4 & 5]
[With the appearance of the Droids, Natasha starts picking out more important targets than just the swarms of Cultists. It doesn't take her long to figure out that the Droids are being controlled by nearby Shifters and they become her primary targets whenever she spots them. She sticks to the groups dispatched to take them down, lending her skills where she can, continuing to fight the waves of attackers in between.

By now, the constant movement and action is showing a little in the strain of keeping up, although maybe not as bad as some. She still tries to catch snatches of rest and recovery time here and there and it's a little easier once they've secured most of their own sectors.]


[1st: Day 6]
[With actual orders and destinations handed out this morning, Natasha picks the one she thinks needs her skill the most. It's not an easy choice, because wading into battle isn't exactly her style, although she's been getting far more practice at it of late. But things are finally starting to look a little more hopeful in their fighting with sectors of the city being retaken and she is anxious to push out even further.]

[Day 2, morning] Why hello there.

[xenamorph]

[Well, Natasha, you're not the only one who's headed toward the fight pretty fast when the alarm goes. Seems you have company in the form of a sixteen-year-old blonde, running toward the fight.

And stripping off clothing as she goes. Luckily, she has tighter clothing underneath the shirt and pants, but still, y'don't see that every day.]

Day 2

[widows_kiss]

[The sight certainly catches her eye as she dashes towards the sound of fighting, a pistol on one hand, her gaze searching the darkness in case any of the cultists have landed close by. The unexpectedness of what the girl’s doing draws a skeptical look as Natasha as she falls in beside her.]

Most people are throwing clothes on right about now. [Her tone is dry as she flicks a quick glance sideways before returning her attention to their surroundings, alert and watchful.] This isn't some strange form of sleepwalking right now, is it?

Day 2

[xenamorph]

"Oh, trust me, there's a method to my madness."

[She flashes a cocky grin toward Natasha. She doesn't appear to be armed, either.]

"Warn you now, though, this next part is kinda gross."

Re: Day 2

[widows_kiss]

[Amusement flits across Natasha's face at the girl's attitude, the brash confidence despite the fact that they're rushing towards a fight. Considering how infected the barracks had been with tension and frayed nerves, it was a welcome change.]

I take that to mean you don't intend to just rush through them all naked then?

Day 2

[asthehawkflies]

[They arrive on the scene together and throw themselves into the fray. There's a weird kind of exhilaration in it. It's not joy, no, but it's familiar and almost normal for them. There's a comfort with her at his back that he doesn't get with anyone else.]

Well, this is familiar. Admittedly, last time it was parachutists.

Re: Day 2

[widows_kiss]

[Technically the last time had been aliens, but he'd missed that so far. Lucky him.

She was loaded up with weapons and ammo, having prepped the night before just in case and now she was glad she had. She was starting off with a pair of pistols although she had an array of blades on her as well. And a few other surprises that had looked interesting when they'd raided the armory the day before. With the sheer numbers she could see dropping out of the dark sky, she suspected she might need all of it.]

Villains getting predictable is a bad sign for how long we've been doing this, you know.

Re: Day 2

[asthehawkflies]

[Hey, aliens would be cool, okay? He likes aliens. They're kind of awesome. The cultists though? They're just creepy as hell and there are way too damn many of them.

Clint had found a few toys in the armoury himself, loading himself with a couple of guns and a supply of ammo. And a high powered rifle which was slung across his shoulder along with his bow. You couldn't be too prepared.]

You're right. Maybe we should retire. We could take up accountancy. I'm sure that's a laugh a minute.

Re: Day 2

[widows_kiss]

[Clint, we're going to have to work on your definition of awesome here.

Her eyes are scanning the sky, but there's too many lights on the ground and not enough in the sky. She can make out shapes, movement, but nothing defined. It was going to make fighting hard until their opponents were on the ground.]

Most things with you are a laugh a minute. How'd you get to be so damned funny anyway?

[Her eyes move away from the sky, taking in their surroundings instead. Both of them were going to need a higher vantage point. And soon.]

Day 5

[alloys]

[ Tony is on another patrol, keeping en eye out for other draftees that need back-up, or civilians that might be cultist captives. He'd seen a few people caught in a Dream Shifter's influence in the days previous, and it made him dread the possibility of getting caught again himself. He still remembered his dream from the space draft well, and the perfect world it had created for him. He had no desire to go back.

But when he spots a teammate immobile in the telltale sphere of a Dream Shifter's influence, he knows what he has to do.

He goes charging into the bubble. He doesn't think twice about it. ]

Re: Day 5

[widows_kiss]

[It happens so fast.

One moment she'd been fighting, the wave of Cultists having come out of nowhere. Her group had scattered, falling back, badly outnumbered, and she'd been with them. Except the wave of dizziness had washed over and she felt herself stumbling, going to one knee as she tried to shake it off.

When she opens her eyes again, she's in a dark alley and Clint is yelling her name. An arrow flies over her shoulder and she spins, watching as it downs a thug in dark combat gear. Not a Cultist. This isn't...

"Tasha, behind you!"

James' voice is in her ear and she moves, stops thinking, falling back on instinctive reactions, a manic grin slipping across her lips as she fights. She feels Clint solid at her back, knows the others are close, and it doesn't occur to her to question because this is just how it is.]

[alloys]

[ The world he enters catches him by surprise. It stood in vivid contrast to the world he'd been enticed into so long ago, and it takes him a moment to take in what's going on.

Her dream world is one where she's doing her job.

He can identify bodies present with the infrared scanners on his HUD,and this dream is well more populated than his had been. Shit. That couldn't be good. Would they collectively be able to gang up and convince her to stay? ]

Natasha.

[ Well, what do you know. He can talk in dreams. ]

[widows_kiss]

[She drops another soldier before flicking a glance up at the familiar sight of the red and gold suit above her. There's something... niggling in the back of her mind, but its inconsequential at best. She ignores it, letting her gaze scan her surroundings instead. It's clear, for the moment, and she takes a moment to reload her gun.]

Aren't you supposed to be off being distracting with Cap, Stark?

Day 4

[rightfootforward]

[Right in the thick of it, right where SHIELD agents always are, Peggy finds Natasha dispatching Shifters. It's hard going it alone and she brings her weapon around, providing backup as she fires at the droids trying to overwhelm the woman. She knows it won't do much good for stopping them, but it will get them off Natasha's back. The sound of her bullet whinging off the metal casing makes her frown and she aims again, her second shot severing the main power cord running up the droid's neck. It drops to the ground and she runs forward, aiming at another.]

I've got your back.

Re: Day 4

[widows_kiss]

[Somehow she'd had the bad luck of getting caught between two droid patrols while making her way back to the group she'd been fighting with earlier. Wherever they were, Natasha hoped the sounds of fighting would bring them back as she launched herself into the midst of them, targeting the closest Shifter. When she hears the familiar ping of a bullet off metal, she never flinches, but she can't say the same for the Shifter she's fighting. She uses the distraction to dispatch him and half the droids slump to the ground.

One down, one to go.

She flashes a tired grin at the woman who'd appeared out of nowhere, even as she dodged a blow from a metal arm and reloaded her gun.]

Perfect timing, Agent Carter.

Re: Day 4

[rightfootforward]

British punctuality - never could be rid of it.

[She ducks under a droid's swing and slides forward to Natasha's side, firing up under its chin as she goes. Hello there, Natasha. It's good to see you.]

Good to see you doing well.

Re: Day 4

[widows_kiss]

It's not a bad thing to hold on to, really. [There's a metal fist coming at her and she avoids it, then uses all her weight to flip the thing - that's more difficult than she expected and the thing crashes to the ground with an electronic whine and a few sparks, but it's still moving.

Damn these things are a pain in the ass. She finds a vulnerable spot where the plating doesn't cover and slides the barrel of her pistol into the crack before pulling the trigger. It slumps, smoking and innate, to the ground, even as she turns to take care of the next. The Shifter controlling them is nowhere in sight, but it's got to be somewhere close by.]

You too. It's been a lively morning.

Day 4, Downtime

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk was covered in things he'd rather not think about, blood amongst them, panting hard as he came to a relatively safe zone to rest. His ship had been put out of commission, and with the skies secured it wasn't much help either. So back down to Earth it was and he wasn't sure how much he liked it.

Right now? Not much.

He spotted Natasha and he crept over, gun still in his hand, with a death hold, because maybe that was the only thing keeping him calm right now.]</sub>

You looked awesome out there, by the way. Is it polite to admire someone in the middle of a battle?

Re: Day 4, Downtime

[widows_kiss]

[She was catching a breather in a lull, having helped a fellow fighter back to the healers before catching some food and water for herself. She'd been debating catching some rest before heading back out when she spots Kirk attempting to stealth his way over.

This area wasn't entirely safe, but they'd been holding it for a few hours now and their forces were pushing again, so it was safe enough.

Still, she gives him a wry grin at his opening words, shaking her head and looking amused.]

Sit down, Captain. You look like shit.

Re: Day 4, Downtime

[universal_charm]

I will take that as a well meant compliment as I am sure it was meant to be.

_{[ He slumped down onto the ground, and like a good soldier was checking his weapons. Mostly their power levels rather than rounds in the chamber or anything, but they were holding up fair enough. ]}

You're halfway to looking like shit, which I guess is better than me.

Re: Day 4, Downtime

[widows_kiss]

Of course it was. [Her tone is dry as she inspects him, her gaze taking in everything and missing nothing. She reaches for her pack and a spare bottle of water.]

How much of that blood is yours?

Day 6

[gorehowl]

[Taking the detention centers has been one of his main methods for glory in battle today, but he'd branched off to the battle for the central city quick enough. Which is probably why a shouting eight foot tall orc in full regalia is swinging a massive battle axe around and hacking apart some cultists in taking this particular street.

Sadly, it also means he's been displaced from most of his allies, and the two he had with him (some draftees from Excenn) are dead. So right now he's fending off maybe five enemies including two Elites (and therein lies the problem) by himself. Assist might be nice]

Re: Day 6

[widows_kiss]

[Well. He was certainly hard to miss, wasn't he?

Natasha gives up any attempts at stealth as she watches his roar bring even more cultists racing towards the sound. On one hand, her path is now clear, and on the other...]

Ah, hell.

[She doesn't know who he is, but an ally is an ally in this place and she can't just leave him there. She holsters her gun because her blades are more useful for this kind of fighting and drops down off the roof she'd been making her way across before he'd burst onto the scene. She uses a cultist to cushion her descent, taking him down beneath her, then kicks out to knock the legs out of another.]

Having fun, are we?

Day 6

[gorehowl]

[He was not expecting the assist, but he takes it, acting with the instinct of a warrior. Which is to say his two handed battlaxe swerves in a precise arc to the now flat-footed cultist she tripped, swinging the screaming it's enchanted or something to sound like people screaming when it swings, it's supposed to be unnerving, who knows to cut the warrior clean in half.

Of course as they take out two of the mooks, the Elites and the remaining one take a half step back to rally. As for Garrosh-]

Fun?! This is war!

Re: Day 6

[widows_kiss]

[Despite everything, Natasha's lips twitch faintly at that. She knows they've only got a moment - her appearance isn't going to make the cultists hesitate for long, and they're still outnumbered. Not that she thinks it will do their attackers much good and a screaming sword IS unnerving okay that's just downright eerie but she still finds a moment to be amused by his answer.]

Oh. My mistake, then.