Knowhere IC

Who: Goodman Grey & Castiel (1610-Gambit Cameo)
What: Lady!Cas and Human!Goodman
When: Second day of Trope
Where: The 200 block of the Barracks
Rating: High for possible language.
Status: Log - Complete

( Castiel knew how this man felt. )

How do you people live like this? Your senses are so dull.

Rumor has it passports are [...] operating again. Best let someone like myself take a trip down, hm? Seeing as I'm not going to immediately die if it's a fluke.

Hello Knowhere! Hi. Is this thing on?

Pleasure to meet you all. It's a lovely place you guys have here, is this the culmination of everyone's 'mind palace'? My what big eyes it's got.

Anyway, hi, I'm Spider-Man. I've been to space plenty, never lived here though... it's kind of like Star Trek meets Punisher's wet dream.

I like short walks on the beach, I've never read the first two Harry Potter books, I just watched the movies to catch up, I call it soda, and the dress was blue.

I think that answers all the important questions. Now, where are the Borg?

Is there a way to put in a request for someone specific to show up here?

[Filtered to Kara]

Okay now that things have settled a little, there's something I should tell you. About me and Maggie.

I heard there was quite a fight just recently against undead bionic creatures that use their victims bodies as hosts? And, we're on a giant space head. With a talking ball of fur.

Must be Thursday.

She's probably not up for visitors, but I'm going to leave Shepard some flowers - anyone know where she is in the Med Bay area?


Also, Ryder, Kerrigan, how are you two holding up?

It feels quiet now.

[Private to Whoniverse Characters]

Donna is gone. At first, I was worried she might've been killed, but I checked. The portal took her back to where she came from.

Mindless and unsatisfying. I am Angela of Asgard and if I am to be stuck in yet another dimension I would know whether there is ice cream to be found.

Who: Open Battlefield - DAY ONE
What: Fighting the Reapers while the city goes to ruins
Where: All across the planet.
When: As the Reapers start to make planetfall
Rating: Assume high. Bare minimum for language.
Status: Open Logs, multiple characters, multiple scenes
Notes: I really liked Simon's idea so I'm borrowing it as an excuse to write Shep action scenes for Day ONE. Feel free to throw yourself in with Shepard, or thread your own.



The initial steps onto the planet were almost surreal. The loud noise, both in the air and on land, were almost impossible to distinguish. Buildings could be seen and heard to crumble, people were screaming and sprinting, carrying loved ones or whatever valuables they had decided to weigh in equal measure to their lives towards the landing zones. It was only the beginning, and already things weren't looking good. The Doctor had managed to buy the citizens of this planet some time, had probably saved more lives than one could even count by holding the Reapers off just that much longer, but now they were landing. Now they were razing cities and decimating armies like humans would swat flies. Now the world was raining down around them and war was coming to this galaxy...

( If what they said about War was true, that it really didn't change... )

(OOC: Because people like music?. I love this artist for action scene writing.)

Who: Open Battlefield - All Combatants
When: Reaper Invasion, Day 2
Where: Planet-side, on the battlefield
Rating: Violence, explosions, fire, guns, etc.
Status: In Progress
(This is a general, open post for anyone and everyone to have their own action! Join in with Sabo, or start your own thread.)



By the dawning of the second day, most of the rampant chaos and confusion of the first clash had faded out of sight. It was promptly replaced, of course, by chaos and confusion of a more focused and coordinated nature - battle lines had been drawn, trenches were dug, and operating bases had been established, for instance, but the fighting itself never seemed to slow in the least. The Reapers, unflinching and tireless creatures that they were, twisted every hour into a frenzy of activity in which new landing crafts would touch down, spawning dozens (if not hundreds) more soldiers for the Knowhere resistance to fight off, or a whole new front to the war zone would suddenly appear somewhere on the planet, needing more warriors to band together and create a defensive line. Whatever role they normally played - fighters, medics, spies, heroes, and even Doctors or wizards - gave them greater strength than the Reapers individually, but their would-be conquerors had exponentially greater numbers. Amid all the gunfire and explosions, ground was being lost little by little, leaving hollowed buildings and horrible scars on the landscape as the Reapers trudged faithfully forward, even over the fallen bodies of their own kind.



( Sabo was no stranger to warfare, but not even he could get much sleep the night before... )

[The sound of battle rages.]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like I should personally thank you, Commander Shepard, for bringing these things here.

[Grey sounds amused when he speaks]

Without you I don't know what we'd be doing right now.

I haven't had this much fun in years.

[there's an inhuman growl and the sound of something dying]

(OOC: Delivered before departing from Knowhere. Shepard likes her pre-Reaper speeches and I've never gotten to give one of these before.)

Alright everybody, so it seems like the things coming through here aren't just going to be limited to interesting people. Today it seems we're getting one of the worst threats my entire galaxy has ever faced. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I'll say this:

These are Reapers. Where I'm from, they had the advantage. They were a mystery, a legend, a ghost story nobody wanted to believe in until it was too late. They don't have that advantage this time. This time they're going to see we're not having it. That nobody in this Universe is going to give them even an inch of ground. No footholds. Not even a single world -- Not here. Not now. Not ever. There's no negotiating. There's no trying to appeal to their better natures. They don't have them and what's at stake here, what's on the line?

It's every last man, woman, child, of every species that's dared touch the stars. This isn't just one planet, this is the start, the first domino. I want you all of heading out today to remember that. You're not just fighting for one peoples, you're fighting for everyone. You're putting a hard stop to this before it even has a chance to get rolling.

You've all been forwarded the relevant information I have on the types and kinds of enemies you're likely to encounter down there. I know it'll only prepare you so far for what you're about to see. Fight smart. Fight safe. Stick in groups, call out dangers and, if there's something you don't think you can handle, don't. Fall back, regroup, get reinforcements, and come back to the fight.

Beyond that, you get the wounded clear and off the field as quickly as you can and, above all else?

You give these bastards all the hell you can. Don't give 'em an inch without making 'em pay for it with everything you've got -- and then you come home safe.

Good luck.

Shepard, out.

I'm terribly bored again. I knew I should have spied on that little cat fight when I had the chance, but I was having a nice lie in.

What appears to be your training area seems to have suffered damages. Perhaps whomever it was should be more supervised in the future.

Figures, the fighting's done, the hard work happens, and my drinking partner's nowhere to be found. I can't be the only thirsty one out there.

Also, the upcoming Poker game's going to be a little different. I'd like to try and do something a bit more charitable, open the game up a little, I'm taking suggestions now if anyone's got them.

The captives have all been rescued from the Troyjans and Ba-Bani but without a proper deterrent, it is likely they will come back and do this again. Please share your opinions on what should be done here so that Quill will listen.

[Guardians]
My suggestion is to take a battle to them they will not forget. Swift retribution will stop them from trying again and let everyone else who may be eyeing Knowhere that it is a bad idea to attack this place.

[Someone has accidentally switched on their communicator - maybe they're not used to all these little buttons and such, but for whatever reason, their conversation with a vendor in the marketplace can easily be overheard. One side is muffled, but the other is quite clear.]

...-m, is that you? They said you have a lot of 'connections' in this place. Well, I'm new here, and I could use some help meeting the right people.


Mm-hmm. I'm sure we can help each other out.


So, what's going on here, anyway? It looks like a hurricane came through, so I was wond-


...no, a hurricane. You know, a big storm? Lots of wind and rain?

Really? Nothing like that at all here?

I guess that's good. So what kind of food is that over there?

[some rustling; the communicator shifts around, and the sound of someone biting into something crunchy]


Hmm! Alright, not bad. Here, keep the change. I'll be back around later - I need to find my new apartment first. I'll be on the docks starting tomorrow, so-


...-es, right, I'll keep that in mind! [he laughs]

I really hate space.

Reed, I know this is your fault. Where are you?

I can't sleep so anyone need anything? Not limited to food delivery.