MISSION: RELEASE THEM BACK INTO THE WILD

[initiates]

Date & Time: April 27th - May 1st
Location: Wollongong, Australia, 2464.
Characters: All voluntary transports + maybe a few drafted ones.
Summary: Make those stay-at-homes leave their nerdcaves! My god, do they even know what sunshine looks like???
Warnings: none planned, will be updated accordingly!

The city is old, dark, and very, very quiet. A good deal of the buildings are crumbling and old, but the ones that are actually inhabited glow like candles in the dusk the Transporter has dropped you into. All of these buildings are infested by wiring pouring in from every angle, ensuring that each inhabitant in his or her little block of a room has every modern convenience available in 2464.

There is no one on the streets, no public transportation, and even cars look scarce. But that doesn't mean there's no movement. Maintenance drones, controlled remotely, run deliveries or work repairs. Armed law enforcement drones patrol on rounds through the city, although their mechanized attention is mostly turned outward. Still, they might come to investigate a ruckus within the city limits. And if the persons causing the ruckus don't respond to peaceful attempts to get them to cease, the drones might attempt to subdue them with paralyzing technology and haul them in for a night in the city jail — another dark, unused place.

If you get hungry, there are entire warehouses dedicated to the production of foods. It can't be that hard to sneak in and collect a meal, right? Or you can hack into the system and order whatever you want, if you're good with that kind of thing. Or you can just scavenge—or fast for four days, maybe—if thieving and hacking aren't your style.

And somewhere around here, in those glowing, secluded towers, behind the legions of automated drones, live the reclusive citizens of Wollongong. The methods are up to you, as long as you can get them to come out and breathe the fresh air somehow.

[[ ooc; Mission details are here! This will run from 27th of April to May 1st, with those on the mission returning to Exsilium at the same time that the new arrivals show up. It's an optional mission, but if you'd like your character to go along that would ICly sit it out, feel free to say that the Initiative drafted them for this one.

There aren't any teams or structured threads to this one, so go wild! ]]

Comments

[wilder]

[Yeah it probably didn't help he stole a horse and started a fight, but details]

Not at all! Talk about a real hard ass he was!

[bloodyashes]

[Those are important details!]

And how did you get out?

[Oh look there's another electrical box. Asch will pause long enough to Thunder Blade this one, too, and then be on his way.]

[wilder]

Someone I knew bailed me out.

[Wow jeez you sure like the thunderblade and not warning anyone. He'll watch before following along]

[bloodyashes]

Lucky for you.

[Better that than the hyperresonance and not warning anyone. At least Thunder Blades are survivable, in theory. Having your atoms torn apart by vibrating fonons, not so much.]

[wilder]

I'm a lucky guy.

[Actually no i'm pretty sure lightning kills man]

[bloodyashes]

Except with sheriff's daughters.

[Yes, that was a joke.

And what are you talking about? This is an RPG, no one dies short of being run through by at least three swords.]

[wilder]

[He chuckles at the joke]

Aw well- you win some, you lose some!

[bloodyashes]

If you're really unlucky, you lose all of them.

[And in the distance, the sound of incoming drones - no telling if they're police or repair drones, though.]

[wilder]

You saying you're that unlucky, Asch?

[Oh he hears that, pausing a bit in their movement to try to decipher how many there are and if they are heading their way]

[bloodyashes]

Actually, I'm engaged.

[Not that it's worth much at this point, since he's basically dead and it was an arranged marriage anyway, but hey. Royalty problems, what you gonna do.

The words are barely out of his mouth when Asch too hears the drones and pauses.]

Sounds like they'll pass over us.

[wilder]

Seriously? [a beat] And you're happy about it? Well congratulations!

[He'll eye Asch- had Zelos not been paying attention or did Asch hear them that soon too? Hmm...]

Yeah well, should we draw their attention or let them pass?

[bloodyashes]

It's kind of complicated.

[Cloned people problems. And also she's-not-really-the-princess problems and we've-said-a-hundred-words-to-each-other-in-seven-years problems.]

Doesn't sound like that many. Might as well take them out while we're here.

[wilder]

I'm noticing that's a reoccurring theme in your life.

[Unlike his life that is totally simple you only need 5 paragraphs to explain ANYTHING. ]

Right.

[He'll walk out into plain sight, pick up a rock, and throw it at one when they are passing over] HEY OVER HERE!

[bloodyashes]

[The observation gets a bit of a chuckle - oh, Zelos, you have no idea. You haven't even been introduced to the concept of fonon frequencies yet.]

You could say that.

[And really, throwing rocks? These seem to be repair drones, at least; the one that takes a rock to the hull slows for a moment and, amusingly, the one accompanying it stops too, inspecting the damage to its partner's hull.]

[wilder]

[He'll grin when he sees them dulling. He'll take this time to concentrate- a green light glowing around him- then suddenly? it seems the wind goes insane up there and starts to rip the droids apart]

Ha! How do you like me now?

[bloodyashes]

[That sure is a way to do it. Asch doesn't even look terribly surprised; at this point he's pretty used to that sort of thing. At least the color is right for the Third Fonon, from his perspective.]

Well, they might prefer it to the lightning bolts.