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CONNECTING... [ OPEN COMMS LINE | circling olympus ]
[The Real again.
You all have the same orders, or close enough. Forty-eight hour rotations for teams, twelve-hour shifts for every woman and man, five ships available if you include the two Olympians that survived. Formal crew assignments are less rigid these days, though some captains insist. Commissioned or not, your task is to find the ejected control unit of the Harbinger, which measures twenty by twenty feet, wherever it scuttled off to in the tunnels. Sounds big. Sounds easy— if you've never been into the tunnels.
The comms line is clear now. As your hovercraft floats its sensors and lights through cold darkness into the next gruelling hour, the chatter offers some measure of comfort. Young or old, chafed by habitual smoking or clear as a singer's, these voices accompany you through what was so recently enemy territory.]
OOC: This post represents casual network spam and navel-gazing while characters are on this mission! Your characters can participate while on-duty or between shifts. No plot action/modding will occur in this post unless otherwise requested.
The search lasts 1 week, and personnel determine early on that the control unit must have hidden rather than escaped all the way back to the Machine home base.
Additionally, an addendum about the fates of the Phoenix and Nidhoggr are here. Players are welcome to take rotations with the Shangrila instead, and play it loose with schedules.
You all have the same orders, or close enough. Forty-eight hour rotations for teams, twelve-hour shifts for every woman and man, five ships available if you include the two Olympians that survived. Formal crew assignments are less rigid these days, though some captains insist. Commissioned or not, your task is to find the ejected control unit of the Harbinger, which measures twenty by twenty feet, wherever it scuttled off to in the tunnels. Sounds big. Sounds easy— if you've never been into the tunnels.
The comms line is clear now. As your hovercraft floats its sensors and lights through cold darkness into the next gruelling hour, the chatter offers some measure of comfort. Young or old, chafed by habitual smoking or clear as a singer's, these voices accompany you through what was so recently enemy territory.]
OOC: This post represents casual network spam and navel-gazing while characters are on this mission! Your characters can participate while on-duty or between shifts. No plot action/modding will occur in this post unless otherwise requested.
The search lasts 1 week, and personnel determine early on that the control unit must have hidden rather than escaped all the way back to the Machine home base.
Additionally, an addendum about the fates of the Phoenix and Nidhoggr are here. Players are welcome to take rotations with the Shangrila instead, and play it loose with schedules.
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wait.
IS THOR HERE?
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wait no if he's unplugged i don't wanna know about it. he'd be like way scrawny and recovering, right?
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