Bivona - Southern Streak
ISS Downrider
18 Hours after the events of Union
It had been a hell of a day for the crew of the ISS Downrider, given the events that unfolded at Alipier Observatory only hours before. The weary crew had made a stop at the namesake capital of the rock they orbited to touch base with the Vigali and pick up supplies for the trip out. The captain decided it was in everyone's best interest to spend the night somewhere a little warmer, so they escaped the frozen landscape of northern Bivona for the Southern Streak- a sparesly inhabited tundra closer to the planets equator. It still wasn't as pleasant or as balmy as back home, but temperatures above freezing were a welcome feeling to all.
Commons Area
Captain Dahlia emerged from the barracks of the converted courier ship, brushing the sleep away from her eyes. The blue-haired captain gripped her freshly-tied ponytail between her hands, wringing the excess water out of it as the groggy captain made their way towards the galley. With most of the crew coming out of their incapacitated or natural sleep that had brought them around back to the early morning, she captain was starving for breakfast- regardless if she had to make it herself.
The captain noticed another girl in the commons area, the pilot and local healer Aradia. It seemed like she had less sleep to work with than the captain, more than likely due to the amount of injured crew members drug out of Alipier. The captain spoke up as she passed. "Morning. How are the others?"
The captian paused before reaching the door to the Galley, peering down the hallway to the cargo bay. The door had been cracked open slightly, but no one had been seen coming in and out for a few hours. The captain remembered the other affair she needed to attend to before they left this rock- albeit after breakfast. "And have you seen OSC-01."
Cargo Bay
OSC-01's green eyes flickered to life as a high-pitched whine enveloped her audio receptors. The pale Overseer lifted their head slowly to scan their surroundings- much to their horror. She found herself in the halls of the New Incipere Court, the tall arches and sunlight flooding through the peach stained glass gave an unmistakably ethereal glow to the manor. But something was wrong, horribly wrong. Tara raised a wing, feeling her abdomen down. Her robes were torn, splattered in dried blood and ash. The ceiling and walls of the manors hall had been scorched as well, bare support beams visible behind the wood and brick facade. The blood on her robes wasn't hers, not indigo. It was a deep red, the blood of new Duke.
As Tara lurched, her body wouldn't move with her. She had been impaled in the back, knocked against a bare rod. Tara desperately grasped at the rod, attempting to pry it free form her reactor port so that she could get away from this scorched wall. After many tugs, the rod came free and...
The power cable bounced off the floor, the snapped metal clamp sending a deep metal reverberation around the confined box as it hit. OSC-01 slowly looked around, reassessing her surroundings. She was in the lowly shipping container she had called home for the past week, a dull streak of amber light coming form the outside world. She was in no hall, under no attack- but she had no memory of how she got here. The last thing she remembered was running from Alipier, before a cascade of thermal and environmental warnings came in.
Who drug her back to her crate was unknown, but across from her laid the painfully snapped glaive she was missing. It laid in a neat bundle, shoved foolishly back into a feather-like shape but held together merely by a red bungee cord.
OSC-01 slowly emerged from the crate, taking in the mix of artificial light from the cargo bay, and the amber light of sunrise peeking through the back door. The Overseer racked their head briefly, driving away the dream. She could feel the events of the day already pulling at her, now wasn't the time for scattered thoughts. It was time for her to pay up.
ISS Downrider
18 Hours after the events of Union
It had been a hell of a day for the crew of the ISS Downrider, given the events that unfolded at Alipier Observatory only hours before. The weary crew had made a stop at the namesake capital of the rock they orbited to touch base with the Vigali and pick up supplies for the trip out. The captain decided it was in everyone's best interest to spend the night somewhere a little warmer, so they escaped the frozen landscape of northern Bivona for the Southern Streak- a sparesly inhabited tundra closer to the planets equator. It still wasn't as pleasant or as balmy as back home, but temperatures above freezing were a welcome feeling to all.
Commons Area
Captain Dahlia emerged from the barracks of the converted courier ship, brushing the sleep away from her eyes. The blue-haired captain gripped her freshly-tied ponytail between her hands, wringing the excess water out of it as the groggy captain made their way towards the galley. With most of the crew coming out of their incapacitated or natural sleep that had brought them around back to the early morning, she captain was starving for breakfast- regardless if she had to make it herself.
The captain noticed another girl in the commons area, the pilot and local healer Aradia. It seemed like she had less sleep to work with than the captain, more than likely due to the amount of injured crew members drug out of Alipier. The captain spoke up as she passed. "Morning. How are the others?"
The captian paused before reaching the door to the Galley, peering down the hallway to the cargo bay. The door had been cracked open slightly, but no one had been seen coming in and out for a few hours. The captain remembered the other affair she needed to attend to before they left this rock- albeit after breakfast. "And have you seen OSC-01."
Cargo Bay
OSC-01's green eyes flickered to life as a high-pitched whine enveloped her audio receptors. The pale Overseer lifted their head slowly to scan their surroundings- much to their horror. She found herself in the halls of the New Incipere Court, the tall arches and sunlight flooding through the peach stained glass gave an unmistakably ethereal glow to the manor. But something was wrong, horribly wrong. Tara raised a wing, feeling her abdomen down. Her robes were torn, splattered in dried blood and ash. The ceiling and walls of the manors hall had been scorched as well, bare support beams visible behind the wood and brick facade. The blood on her robes wasn't hers, not indigo. It was a deep red, the blood of new Duke.
As Tara lurched, her body wouldn't move with her. She had been impaled in the back, knocked against a bare rod. Tara desperately grasped at the rod, attempting to pry it free form her reactor port so that she could get away from this scorched wall. After many tugs, the rod came free and...
The power cable bounced off the floor, the snapped metal clamp sending a deep metal reverberation around the confined box as it hit. OSC-01 slowly looked around, reassessing her surroundings. She was in the lowly shipping container she had called home for the past week, a dull streak of amber light coming form the outside world. She was in no hall, under no attack- but she had no memory of how she got here. The last thing she remembered was running from Alipier, before a cascade of thermal and environmental warnings came in.
Who drug her back to her crate was unknown, but across from her laid the painfully snapped glaive she was missing. It laid in a neat bundle, shoved foolishly back into a feather-like shape but held together merely by a red bungee cord.
OSC-01 slowly emerged from the crate, taking in the mix of artificial light from the cargo bay, and the amber light of sunrise peeking through the back door. The Overseer racked their head briefly, driving away the dream. She could feel the events of the day already pulling at her, now wasn't the time for scattered thoughts. It was time for her to pay up.