Knowhere IC

[ Obviously sounding somewhere less than sober but not exactly fall over drunk, there's a bit of a pause between when the message starts and her voice actually chimes in on the post]

Okay. So maybe deciding tonight was the night to break out Traynor's old bar-tending notes was not the best idea, but it happened. And there may have been some [...] Quad Kickers in there. And by some I mean, quite a few.

Which got me to thinking, slightly insensitive as this might be...but I've met quite a few of you...so...

( I've got a question for you. )
(OOC: Discussion of character death highly likely in the comments given the question under the cut. Just wanted to make sure people were aware.

Listen up.

I am not nice.

So whoever has that notion in their head, just know that I would kill you for a Klondike Bar.

I'm a simple girl. Yes, I might still be finding huge entire estates my father apparently bought and forgot about, but half of them were built on the entrances to hell dimensions which I imagine was his sole interest in them. There is truly nothing my father loved more than hell dimensions and I mean that literally. So it's not an exaggeration to say I have been to my fair share of fucked up little cesspits full of horrid creatures that may have crawled directly there straight out of someone's nightmares. But at least none of them had the audacity to attack me with fucking dust bunnies.

Men in combat pterodactyl suits, yes. Drop bears. Even broccoli homunculi. But not dust bunnies.

Fuck I missed alcohol.

Does anyone have a cat?

I need a cat.

I don't know what everyone is complaining about, this has been great for me. I'm happy to take a mini vacation from my powers. I feel so light instead of a having ton of weight on my shoulders.

Over a week with no real action. This is the sort of vacation I was looking for, but why do I get the feeling it's not going to last?

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?

Shepard to Group, as a general Comms test prior to boarding the TARDIS

Alright, one more time to make sure everyone's clear on how this is going to go. As soon as we land, I'm first out the door. Sabo and Ryder, I want you hot on my heels. Lay down the fire and the biotic combinations heavy to clear as a hole. Kerrigan, Nebula, Meetra, we all form a circle around Rocket with Meetra using the force to, hopefully, give us a clear path that's going to line up with what the biologists and engineering experts have come up with for intel. You keep your fingers hot on the trigger and heavy on the sword swinging, but be care to keep the heat off Rocket and the bomb as much as possible. We move in tight groups, we stay together until we get to the brain, then it's everyone cover Rocket until he tells us it's time to go, then we go. I'll bring up the rear on the way out and we're all going to make a mad dash back to the TARDIS and get the hell out of there.

I'm not going to lie to any of you. I know this ship. I know it better than I want to. He's going to try to get in your head and I can only imagine, especially once Harbinger figures out what we're up to, he's not going to take it very easy on us at all. Fight smart. Drop back to the TARDIS if you don't think you can take a hit and keep rolling, there's no point you getting swarmed and coming in deeper if you're not going to be able to make the run back out. You watch your ammo, stay frosty, and no trying to hack the Reapers this time Ryder.

Everybody copy?

Shepard to Jyn:

You remember what I said the other day, you understand?

Shepard to Rose, Jack, and River:

You're our ride in and out and I'm sure I don't have to tell any of you what that means. We're going to do our best to stay loud and keep the focus on us, but you hold that ship as best you can and bug out if you think you're going to lose it. We've got secondary air support on standby for a reason. Just keep your comms open. If anyone gets hit too badly, we'll be keeping open comms and you'll have backup coming, hopefully with a clear path all the way back to you.

(OOC: I'll be putting up subthreads for OPEN Comms, Private Comms and general OOC discussion about how the strike teams go for the various groups if there's things that got left out or people wanted to add. Have fun everybody and don't hesitate to have your people go hog wild with this one!)

Alright people, it's been four days of hard fighting. I want to say we're doing well, but reports coming in from the ground say it's not looking good at all. I've put together a plan with the help of some of the people up here, something we think is at least going to give a shot at turning the tide of this battle in our favor. I know it's asking a lot, I know a lot of you up here and down there are exhausted and tired, I know we've got injured and sick, and if I didn't feel like we had no other choice but to do something drastic here, I wouldn't put this idea forward at all. We've all see what the Reapers can do now, what their plan is. They're harvesting people, they're wiping out this planet to try and make more of themselves and they're not going to stop. They're going to do this to more and more planets if we don't draw our line in the sand right here.

Which is why we're going to be taking a TARDIS inside a Reaper and blow that sonofabitch up from the inside out.

I can't say it's a safe plan. In fact, I can pretty much say that it's going to be the opposite of a safe plan, which is why I'm asking for volunteers to join me on a strike team. Combat experience is essential on this one people -- and I want to be real up front that we never tried anything like this before, not even when we were desperate back home. I can only imagine the things we're going to have to see and do in there so I want you all to think long and hard before you sign yourself up.

And does anybody have any idea who that giant ball of pyrotechnics was down there? Pairs nicely with my biotics and, in close quarters, I'm thinking he'd be a real pain in the ass for the Reapers to handle.

[ Rocket Racoon ]

You know, for a pain in my ass, you're a damn good card player and I'm going to owe you one when this is over and, speaking of when this is over, drinks are on me.

[ Jyn Erso ]

You be careful up there tomorrow okay?

The last fight took two days, and from the looks of things the Reapers outgun and outnumber them by far. We're going to have to take passport sickness into account so we don't have to pull everyone back at once after three days and leave the place unguarded.

Rough game. I did well in the first two rounds. Thought I had it in the bag, but that last round did me in. Perhaps it was the fact that it was at the end of the night and I was already well inebriated at that time.

I'll be taking both Maya and Steve up on my Capoeira and Shield Throwing lessons though. Let's schedule something.

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.

[ Open Comms ]

Well this was only a matter of time.

[ The comm message is punctuated by the sound of biotic explosions ]

Anyone who's available to come help hold the docks? We lose the docks the rest of the station's going to fold like a string of dominoes. Everybody keep your heads up and focus your fire, try and funnel into bottlenecks where you can. Noncombatants try and stay clear and make sure we've got people posted at medical, the barracks, the hovel and the dojo -- the last thing we need is the enemy getting their hands on more firepower.

And where the hell is Captain Rogers? Tell me there's at least someone out there coordinating resistance efforts?

[ Space Ladies (Ryder, Jyn, Kerrigan) + Meetra and Maya ]

You ladies keep kicking some serious ass out there, and keep me updated if you need reinforcements. Since it seems we're without any kind of functional leadership out there, don't be afraid to call out orders where you need them.

Remind me again never to complain about getting comfortable anywhere.

So. We've got an army outside the space head, and one that wants Cosmo to turn over the Guardians.probably outnumbered. Starting to get a case of Deja Vu all over again.

Sounds like we might need to hold off on this week's poker game but hey, we'll see how it goes.

[ GotG ]

Don't suppose I can get the short version as to why they want you to turn yourselves over can I?

At this rate, I might not even need a job here. I appreciate everyone coming out to play cards tonight. It was a good time. We'll do another one next week, maybe even a tournament every once in awhile. I'll also be offering lessons to those of you who need them.

Don't worry Rocket, I'll give you a chance to win your money back.

Poker night tomorrow. I've reserved room in the Mess Hall at 9pm. We're playing for gambling night rights. Whoever wins gets to be in charge or put someone in charge. 5 credit buy in for now. So far I have the following signed up:

Myself
Maya Lopez
Sara Ryder
Sylvannas Windrunner
Commandar Shepard
Steve Rogers
Rocket
Natalia Romanova
Sharon Carter

If you want in we have one more spot at the table. We can get another table going as well if there is more interest.

(OOC: We're going to randomize the results using randomizer.com. Whoever ends up on top wins!)

[Steve Rogers]

Did you leave something of yours in my bed? I do not know why you would be in there without me present. Do not do it again.

I can sense it. I know it's here! Who has it? Who's hiding it? Where is the Hydralisk?! If you hurt it, so help me, I will kill you.

(OOC: edited about an hour later to add the below)

It is dead. At my own hand. She did not recognize me. I do not know why I hoped she would.

You should know Natalia is in the Med Bay.

Since it appears there is no way to answer or reverse what is happening here, Peter suggests getting to know you all Star Lord says we should all just try to get along, though I do not understand where we are supposed to get along to if we are stuck here it seems we are going to have to make the most of the situation we are in. To those of you who went to Terra I have many questions for you, you call it Earth, may any ill effects you are feeling from the trip pass quickly. To the rest of you, do not cause trouble.

And to whoever has taken it upon themselves to set up a training area, your design is poor unless you are seeking to train novices. If there are those among you who are looking for training, I would offer but you are likely not a challenge I offer something more skilled. However, if you are not yet certain of your aptitude, I suggest you find a teacher more suited to your skill level. Otherwise you will just get hurt and that is something it would be better to avoid.

This place has a serious gambling problem, but the stuff they gamble on is.... strange, and that's coming from me. I'm not about betting on Orloni races or fights or whatever brutish shit they do. How about we put together a proper poker night for us? Once a week, setting to be determined. I'll get cigars and booze from Earth and we'll do it properly with real money, not those little rat things. What does everyone say?

I lost Tuesday. Possibly Wednesday too.

[Filtered to Dick and Jason]
Messing with my coffee. Not cool.