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iii; voice + text
voice;
[ he sounds as excited as might be expected from someone whose lost their entire team, flat and empty and utterly beyond caring about anything else anymore. But this deserved a little more than empty text. ]
I did my best. It wasn't enough. This might not bring any consolation, but she made me promise that I --
[ silence, again for awhile. ]
Do with it what you will. It seems pointless now, but it's what she would have... done.
[ and it cuts.
After the message, the follow is sent as an attachment, left wide open to the network: ]
FIELD REPORT of LORD PROTECTOR, CORVO ATTANO.
Detailing the events of the last recon mission under the command of Lydia Shepard. Done to the best of his knowledge and recollection.
ASSIGNED TO: FIRETEAM AGINCOURT under the command of COMMANDER SHEPARD.
TEAM: Lydia Shepard, Javik, Corvo Attano. Comms: Darcy Williams.
I was previously stationed in FIRETEAM PERUIGA under the command of CAPTAIN HOOK. Commander Shepard's first team was compromised of Shepard, Javik and Connor. Their original communication aid was Rebecca Crane. As of the culmination of events, none of the original team remain on board, Rebecca was gone with the jump between the first recon mission, and Connor it seems, has left with the jump as well.
Additionally, one of my previous team members has not made it through the jump either: Stefan Salvator.
FIRST DAY: Mission briefing was held in the medical bay. Equipment and rations were given out, protocols were discussed. It was the hope that the previous missions mapping equipment would still be accurate and allow some ease of navigation. The goal was to find additional areas for habitation, as was the previous mission.
AGINCOURT departed from Engineering, as they had last month, previously I went into the level 15 Passengers Quarters. The area I entered was not familiar to me to know it well to see if there were changes immediately apparent. But the communications from Shepard and Javik revealed that all the mapping done before this had now become inaccurate.
Four or five hours after departing, the sensations of the previous mission begun again. Though there was no indication as to why, it began to feel as if we walked down on a steady decline, and the feeling once more of being watched, though it begun later. The difference was at first its almost immediate start where it had taken longer, previously.
I would say this was when the feeling of being called, began, for myself. I was unsure if it begun for Shepard or Javik, they said nothing of it. I said nothing of it, as to a certain extent, I am used to hearing one manner of spirit speak to me, both previously, and in hallucinations brought about on board, though I have taken measures against the latter since joining the tranquility. What called to me was a woman I knew to be dead, but the other members of my team seemed to hear nothing of her. From my observations of Shepard and Javik, I can only speculate that they heard their own ghosts calling to them.
SECOND DAY: The inconsistency in the mapping continued, corridors began to repeat themselves. Ones that were on the maps were no longer there, or there were too many corridors when there seemed to be none marked.
Time by this point begun to mean little, an abstract concept, and stretched into weeks in there. The blackness seemed to grow, seep in from all sides. Void like, as my only point of reference. I am not sure when on this day, but shapes began to appear in the dark.
At first the shapes were no more than wisps, curls of light, and of warmth. They still called, echoed in your mind. They only grew warmer when they came closer.
THIRD DAY: All previous mentioned activities only increased. Mapping was useless, the dark only seemed to grow. The figures were no long brief bursts of light. They began to take form, their voices only grew clearer. They were the only comfort to be found in the dark. During this period, though I could not say exactly when, we received other communications from the other teams.
FOURTH DAY: What transpired on this day happened so quickly I struggle with all the details of it.
Shepard and I rested, whilst Javik stood on watch. Shepard appeared to sleep but not deeply. At the end of her rest, she called out to one she knew as "Anderson". It was then I had confirmation that it was not just myself that was hearing the calling voices.
I asked her to wait a moment, for me. This would be the last time we truly spoke.
When we continued, as it had before, painting began to reveal itself on the wall. Not the paintings of the previous mission, but it seemed as if they were mistakes left, until we found hand prints, similar to bloody hand prints of a corpse. We walked longer, to see where it led. During this, I heard the same voice I had heard before, but no longer only on the edge of dreams, now it was clearly, obviously speaking to me. The other two did not hear her, when I asked if they had.
It was during this, Shepard asked me to call in our hourly report. Only to find that the comms had now completely shut down, with no signal as to how or when it happened. As I paused to do so, Shepard, it seemed, saw something. I did not see it long enough, only that it had the shape of a man, one that Shepard and Javik knew.
She immediately went after it, quickly in fact. Javik followed. It happened within seconds. They moved fast, faster than I accounted for. I went to take after them, but they turned a corner as I moved to catch up with them. I could hear them running, I could hear Shepard, saying she'd... she'd found something. I thought I would come upon them at any minute -- but the corridor I turned onto was empty. I would say perhaps, it happened on purpose.
The last I saw of Commander Shepard and Javik, was the back of their heads, as they ran into the dark.
I don't know how long I spent walking, alone. I must have screamed myself hoarse, calling their names, calling anyone's name. I began to systematically open doors, searching, but I only found more corridors. More empty rooms. More darkness. Sometimes, there were other paintings, just of the same interlocking hands.
The next thing I remember, was waking up with the woman who had been calling to me, clawing at my skin, in a place that is almost my home, and Lady Galadriel and Robb Stark were the ones that found me. I do not know what state I was in, perhaps they know more. We left quickly.
Since the jump, I have found parts of my memory returning. So far, it has been no more than brief bursts, that I can no more tell apart from any of my other memories. Given the damage to my mind presumably done by the being known as Morgoth, as well as the side effects done by own "magics" I am hesitant to trust them until I am sure of them all precisely.
This is all the information I can provide at present.
END REPORT.
[ MESSAGE SENT TO ALL RECON MEMBERS, LOCKED. ]
Forgive my silence, and my absence, when you were mourning their passing. I did not trust myself in the company of others.
I'm not going to bother to give you any other words about it all, everything I know, everything I saw, is there. Other than that, we know what we saw out there, and I doubt I am alone in my lack of want to ever go back. But I gave Shepard my word, that should anything happen to her I would see that this mission would go it's full course. My word is my bond.
I have no want or care to command, or any desire to return, but I will follow this through with all of you, and see to your health and care as much as I am able. If you ask or if there is something you worry to speak of, I will not take the information outside of ourselves if you do not wish me too, and if I must, your name will be forgotten. If for some reason, you do not wish to talk over the network, feel free to arrange with me somewhere else, I can understand the distrust after all that occurred. But I would stress every bring forward what they know, what they saw. Anything, even if it seemed minor.
For any Captains, if you have written reports similar, I would like them, for I know more than one person is seeking to gather as much information about what happened as can be. To your team members as well: if you noticed anything, anything at all about understanding what might have happened to us, I'd ask you share it between us all.
my regards,
Corvo.
[ ooc: threadjacking and conversation making is all a-okay, non-recon people are welcome as well. ]
[ he sounds as excited as might be expected from someone whose lost their entire team, flat and empty and utterly beyond caring about anything else anymore. But this deserved a little more than empty text. ]
I did my best. It wasn't enough. This might not bring any consolation, but she made me promise that I --
[ silence, again for awhile. ]
Do with it what you will. It seems pointless now, but it's what she would have... done.
[ and it cuts.
After the message, the follow is sent as an attachment, left wide open to the network: ]
FIELD REPORT of LORD PROTECTOR, CORVO ATTANO.
Detailing the events of the last recon mission under the command of Lydia Shepard. Done to the best of his knowledge and recollection.
ASSIGNED TO: FIRETEAM AGINCOURT under the command of COMMANDER SHEPARD.
TEAM: Lydia Shepard, Javik, Corvo Attano. Comms: Darcy Williams.
I was previously stationed in FIRETEAM PERUIGA under the command of CAPTAIN HOOK. Commander Shepard's first team was compromised of Shepard, Javik and Connor. Their original communication aid was Rebecca Crane. As of the culmination of events, none of the original team remain on board, Rebecca was gone with the jump between the first recon mission, and Connor it seems, has left with the jump as well.
Additionally, one of my previous team members has not made it through the jump either: Stefan Salvator.
FIRST DAY: Mission briefing was held in the medical bay. Equipment and rations were given out, protocols were discussed. It was the hope that the previous missions mapping equipment would still be accurate and allow some ease of navigation. The goal was to find additional areas for habitation, as was the previous mission.
AGINCOURT departed from Engineering, as they had last month, previously I went into the level 15 Passengers Quarters. The area I entered was not familiar to me to know it well to see if there were changes immediately apparent. But the communications from Shepard and Javik revealed that all the mapping done before this had now become inaccurate.
Four or five hours after departing, the sensations of the previous mission begun again. Though there was no indication as to why, it began to feel as if we walked down on a steady decline, and the feeling once more of being watched, though it begun later. The difference was at first its almost immediate start where it had taken longer, previously.
I would say this was when the feeling of being called, began, for myself. I was unsure if it begun for Shepard or Javik, they said nothing of it. I said nothing of it, as to a certain extent, I am used to hearing one manner of spirit speak to me, both previously, and in hallucinations brought about on board, though I have taken measures against the latter since joining the tranquility. What called to me was a woman I knew to be dead, but the other members of my team seemed to hear nothing of her. From my observations of Shepard and Javik, I can only speculate that they heard their own ghosts calling to them.
SECOND DAY: The inconsistency in the mapping continued, corridors began to repeat themselves. Ones that were on the maps were no longer there, or there were too many corridors when there seemed to be none marked.
Time by this point begun to mean little, an abstract concept, and stretched into weeks in there. The blackness seemed to grow, seep in from all sides. Void like, as my only point of reference. I am not sure when on this day, but shapes began to appear in the dark.
At first the shapes were no more than wisps, curls of light, and of warmth. They still called, echoed in your mind. They only grew warmer when they came closer.
THIRD DAY: All previous mentioned activities only increased. Mapping was useless, the dark only seemed to grow. The figures were no long brief bursts of light. They began to take form, their voices only grew clearer. They were the only comfort to be found in the dark. During this period, though I could not say exactly when, we received other communications from the other teams.
FOURTH DAY: What transpired on this day happened so quickly I struggle with all the details of it.
Shepard and I rested, whilst Javik stood on watch. Shepard appeared to sleep but not deeply. At the end of her rest, she called out to one she knew as "Anderson". It was then I had confirmation that it was not just myself that was hearing the calling voices.
I asked her to wait a moment, for me. This would be the last time we truly spoke.
When we continued, as it had before, painting began to reveal itself on the wall. Not the paintings of the previous mission, but it seemed as if they were mistakes left, until we found hand prints, similar to bloody hand prints of a corpse. We walked longer, to see where it led. During this, I heard the same voice I had heard before, but no longer only on the edge of dreams, now it was clearly, obviously speaking to me. The other two did not hear her, when I asked if they had.
It was during this, Shepard asked me to call in our hourly report. Only to find that the comms had now completely shut down, with no signal as to how or when it happened. As I paused to do so, Shepard, it seemed, saw something. I did not see it long enough, only that it had the shape of a man, one that Shepard and Javik knew.
She immediately went after it, quickly in fact. Javik followed. It happened within seconds. They moved fast, faster than I accounted for. I went to take after them, but they turned a corner as I moved to catch up with them. I could hear them running, I could hear Shepard, saying she'd... she'd found something. I thought I would come upon them at any minute -- but the corridor I turned onto was empty. I would say perhaps, it happened on purpose.
The last I saw of Commander Shepard and Javik, was the back of their heads, as they ran into the dark.
I don't know how long I spent walking, alone. I must have screamed myself hoarse, calling their names, calling anyone's name. I began to systematically open doors, searching, but I only found more corridors. More empty rooms. More darkness. Sometimes, there were other paintings, just of the same interlocking hands.
The next thing I remember, was waking up with the woman who had been calling to me, clawing at my skin, in a place that is almost my home, and Lady Galadriel and Robb Stark were the ones that found me. I do not know what state I was in, perhaps they know more. We left quickly.
Since the jump, I have found parts of my memory returning. So far, it has been no more than brief bursts, that I can no more tell apart from any of my other memories. Given the damage to my mind presumably done by the being known as Morgoth, as well as the side effects done by own "magics" I am hesitant to trust them until I am sure of them all precisely.
This is all the information I can provide at present.
END REPORT.
[ MESSAGE SENT TO ALL RECON MEMBERS, LOCKED. ]
Forgive my silence, and my absence, when you were mourning their passing. I did not trust myself in the company of others.
I'm not going to bother to give you any other words about it all, everything I know, everything I saw, is there. Other than that, we know what we saw out there, and I doubt I am alone in my lack of want to ever go back. But I gave Shepard my word, that should anything happen to her I would see that this mission would go it's full course. My word is my bond.
I have no want or care to command, or any desire to return, but I will follow this through with all of you, and see to your health and care as much as I am able. If you ask or if there is something you worry to speak of, I will not take the information outside of ourselves if you do not wish me too, and if I must, your name will be forgotten. If for some reason, you do not wish to talk over the network, feel free to arrange with me somewhere else, I can understand the distrust after all that occurred. But I would stress every bring forward what they know, what they saw. Anything, even if it seemed minor.
For any Captains, if you have written reports similar, I would like them, for I know more than one person is seeking to gather as much information about what happened as can be. To your team members as well: if you noticed anything, anything at all about understanding what might have happened to us, I'd ask you share it between us all.
my regards,
Corvo.
[ ooc: threadjacking and conversation making is all a-okay, non-recon people are welcome as well. ]
video;
eventually, she closes her eyes against the brightness of tears in them, and says quietly: ]
I am here, Corvo. [ but it sounds precisely as she means it to: i am here, father. ]
voice;
May I visit you?
voice;
Of course.
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video | locked.
Need somewhere to stay?
voice | locked.
Could you... could you give me some work to do?
[ he can't sit idle, if he does, he'll just turn to drink. or fighting. something, anything, to keep his hands busy. ]
video | locked.
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I thought it was worth asking.
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[ recon filter ] look at me and my awesome sentence structure. pfft
[ recon filter ] LMFAO I'M SO TIRED I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE AKLEGAJST
[ recon filter ] I AM GLAD NO ONE SHOULD BE SUBJECTED TO IT AHAH
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I found it troubling that Smiley would release our numbers, or what I assume to be our numbers, and it cannot be for no reason.
[ and it's always better, to know you don't stand to face the unknown, alone. ]
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But I guess it is just as likely that it is something. And it's not going to be fun if he comes after us.
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[This is definitely her subject of interest given her history with tampered memories on a regular basis. But as far as she's concerned, that should be all over now. Her father made sure of that.
[And yet-]
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Well, am now.
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was worried about being the only one.
[And "worry" is not a word she uses very often.]
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text;
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locked, 30% encryption.
[ softly, more hesitation in his voice than there should be. ]
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
locked, 30% encryption.
recon filter.
[ this isn't really a relief though. ]
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Does your lapse match the same?
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action because I cheat
Don't ask how she managed to find him. He's probably happier not knowing.]You should eat.
biggest cheat
He's not particularly surprised that she of all women is the one to find him, and that she knew when he was alone. He doesn't speak, just looks at her, before pulling the food closer. He has manners, or at least had them. But it had been some time since he'd eaten, and jail had stripped him of much finesse. He took it like it was worried it might be taken off him. Watching her carefully as he did so.
But in the end, he remained silent. The thank you in his eyes more than anything he could say. ]
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[ the message comes with an attachment of his own report, similar to corvo's. ]
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