Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Everything || Pt 2
The Vex tunnel shone like a distorted Warp space, neon latices forming and shattering, pieces of half-manifest Vex debris appearing and vanishing in an instant. Echo gripped the dual helm sticks she used to steer for all they were worth, desperately trying to keep on course while praying she wouldn’t burst into splinters.
“Echo! I see an end!” Whisper shouted, her guardian barely hearing her over the turbulence. “Keep holding on, we’re almost out!!!”
The cockpit shook violently as turbulence intensified, and for a moment, Echo thought she was going to be crushed by the sheer g forces pushing on her. Then, like the snap of a rubber band, they were out, the light of the Vex net vanishing as they escaped into real space.
The Velocimancer wobbled its wings, it's nose dipping as Echo throttled back and tried to regain her bearings. “We’re not dead?” She asked, blinking stars from her dazzled optics.
“Not yet,” Whisper answered quickly, “but we’ve got hostiles! Dog fighters ahead!”
The shapes of round, black ships with wings like twisted candy wrappers roared and twisted as long, more conventional shaped ships chased and were chased by the black candy fighters.
"What in the absolute-" Echo began when Whisper cut her off.
"FIGHTERS UP TOP, DIVE 90-0-23!"
Echo pushed her flight sticks forward and down, sending her ship into a sharp nose dive as two fighters roared passed, swerving to avoid hitting her. Blue light trailed in the wake behind her as she went, but as she looked up from the front, she saw her position had revealed a whole space battle happening above her.
Two huge ships glided through space, trading canon fire like ketches of the Old Crews but bigger. Part of her thought of the large war freighters the Cabal had stationed protectively over the Last City, Psion star fighters ready to launch in their hanger bays, or that the Shadow Legion had stationed on Neomuna with their destructive Nighthawks and tanks.
Around one flew the black, candy-shaped ships, their engines roaring like angry ascendant hive knights. Meanwhile around another flew the white, needle-nosed ships trading red laser fire for green with the black ones. But with them were also odd ships that looked something like an Arcadian jump ship but with no wings and only its engines secured to the main body. What kind of ship was that?
Echo shook her head and glanced at her ghost. "Oh boy, Whisper triangulate our current position and get us the heck away from these guys. I don't want to be part of whatever party these guys are having."
Whisper chirped and extended her scanning reach. "Got it - ECHO!"
"HOLY--" Echo hauled on her helm sticks, maneuvering her ship as she threaded through a knot of fighting forces. In the moments the hunter had looked at the battle and glanced at her ghost, her ship had soared down and around the main part of the conflict only to find herself in the other half of it! Unbeknownst to her, she had come in at a split vector, right through the middle of the main forces of fighting and unfortunately like all dog fights, forces move.
"Hang on!" she shouted and shifted in her seat, weaving and juking as she tried to thread her way out of the battle. Finally, she saw an opening and took it and a whole planet opened up to her.
A planet! Her ship was made for interplanetary travel! If she could get down there, she could do a warp snap perpendicular to it, allowing her to get past the atmosphere and get to cover before she ended up mince meat for these dog fighters.
With that in mind, the long nosed jumpship wove its way through the fray, dodging red and green laser blasts as Echo tried to escape from the battle. With any luck, the other fighters would be too busy to worry about a blueberry like her. After all, from the looks of the war carriers, they had much bigger problems to deal with.
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“ If you mean to harm me, I must warn you that whatever you're hiding, it won't be enough. ” ~ Tycho
Darius's eyes narrowed to slits as he towered over the blond man. His cloak covered his chest plate and the helmet under his arm, but he figured his imposing figure was enough. His eyes would've been smoldering golden rings if it weren't for the Darr'thumbrians who scourged them to silver and black. But that was probably more intimidating still.
"I'm not here to fight," the mando said in a low voice, his face a hard mask of controlled resentment. "But I am here to tell you that if you break Lavinia's heart, I'll break your bones."
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So Romania claimed to have video evidence Cecile took 84 seconds & USAG claims to have video evidence Cecile took 47 or 55 seconds, but the entire time FIG has had official Omega time keeping that says Cecile took 64 seconds. CAS will surely uphold official electronic time entries over any subjective video evidence.
Now that we know FIG has had official omega time keeping for their inquiries this whole time, CAS made the right decision. It went from being a subjective field of play decision if it was based on video evidence or there was no time keeping the whole time to indisputable objective procedure error that is officially on record. If FIG was never keeping record, it could be human error like Sabrina OOB. But yeah omega is indisputable unlike video evidence, human timekeeping, stop watches, etc.
Well it turns out FIG has more technology & procedures in place than I thought... They have official omega time keeping for inquiries & you can actually inquire NDs like OOB or time deductions. Coaches need to submit their inquiries on time & for the right thing. But ultimately it's still FIG's fault & they need to make sure this doesn't happen again. WTC superior jury needs to automatically reject late inquiries & not credit dance elements their own help desks say should be downgraded. Line judges need better technology, view, or replay than tiny monitor screens. And most of all, gymnasts shouldn't be punished for FIG's mistakes. Donatella resign challenge. She deserves the consequences. Not Jordan, Sabrina, or Ana.
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Everything || Pt 1
Echo hauled on her jumpship's flight controls, dancing her ship between the simulated Vex debris. They'd found it - one of the core systems in the VexNet that regulated Vex travel. They'd come tracking in Vex from Neomuna and found not just an Incursion Vex Mind, but an entire system of data routes diverging like space lanes!
At its center was an enormous Vex Mind. Like a giant traffic controller, the Vex Mind, Laertes-α, had been assisting in the directing of each cast - The Sol Collective, Sol Divisive, the Encursionists, and numerous others she only happened to glimpse as they passed through the portals and data streams.
It was the Hub of Hubs and her fireteam and a set of others had been tasked with tearing it down. With their modified Jumpships, the three teams had managed to do just that. Unfortunately, dropping bombs on a load-bearing vex mind like Laertes-α, means the entire surrounding Vexnet goes down. And when it goes down, it goes down on top of whoever's inside.
"Oh, this was a bad idea," Echo growled between her mouth plates. Tapping her controls, she shifted the overshields to the front of her ship. A blue glow surrounded her ship as it pulled energy from the Vexnet, the turquoise light deflecting the shard-like debris that spattered along her ship.
A strained voice filled her comms as her other teammates wove between the debris. Bright kaleidoscope disks burst open and closed at random, forcing Echo to weave and juke between them. The first fireteam had already made it out, but the debris was coming from everywhere now, and destabilized gates were appearing and vanishing, sending in debris or pulling it away at random!
Her warlock teammate ducked and wove off her three-o-clock, trying and failing to keep in formation. "Lead, portals are popping up everywhere! I'm trying to keep clear, but they just keep cropping up!"
Echo grit her mouth plates before keying her comms.
"Alright, everyone! Line up high on my six! There's too much debris to fly horizon. Kal, bring your wing in behind Riggs. Stack together so you're not in each other's sights. Kal, you and I will fly add-clear with debris. Riggs, you fly center, keep us buffed with area overshields. If we can focus our firepower on the blocks in front of us, we'll be able to clear the way to our exit! Ghosts keep scanning for debris and Vex Gates and we'll make it out of this!"
"Roger that!"
With the confirmations ringing in her receivers, Echo steeled her light and took point, keeping herself just below Riggs' Sailing Shield to avoid being in his line of sight. This was going to be difficult, but with the pattern of debris and the randomness of the portals, this was the best she could come up with. Really, it was like playing Land Mine Vex edition! But with the Titan projecting his Light through his jump ship emitters and the two of them running their guns, Echo saw the odds a bit more in their favor.
"Alright! Keep on me!" She called and throttled forward. Like an angled worm, the three ships worked to fly in tandem, all three ghosts taking, processing, and sharing data as it came in. Echo kept an eye on her scanners her other on the Net space in front of her. As they went, their first target materialized and she made the call,
Shards of debris shattered under the force of energy and kinetic rounds, smaller bits sending ripples along their overshields as they flew. If Echo could sweat, her chassis would've been soaked right through, but as they dodged and maneuvered around the larger debris, vaporizing what they couldn't dodge, Echo felt almost excited that they were going to make it!
A ghost's voice snapped over the comms. "Debris vertical, Heavy, twelve-o-clock!"
"Split!" Echo shouted, shoving her nose down to duck her ship under a chunk of forward debris. She heard and saw the flash of energy rounds and the after-light of blue vexnet energy. "Report!"
"Kal here," came the warlock's tenor over the coms, "lost heavy weapons to debris but I'm heading back to Riggs' six!"
A low, gruff voice crackled over the comms after Kal. "Riggs here, I'm fine. Heading to the portal. You need an assist?"
Echo swooped her jumpship from under the colossal debris block aiming her nose back toward the formation. With the two larger blocks disintegrating with the net behind her, Echo shook her head habitually at the comms. "Nope! All clear down here. Rejoining formation behind Kal in 5 seconds! Head through and head home!"
.4.
"Rodger, Echo," Kal called back, "heading through!"
.3.
The titan's Sailing Shield vanished in a flash of light, passing through the brilliant swirl of the vex portal. Behind him, Kal's Brazen Spark flew in right after him.
.2.
Echo pulled the nose of her Velocimancer up, the shine of the vex gate glaring across her ship. She had almost nosed into the portal when--
.1.
"ECHO!"
A flash of blue white filled the cockpit as a new Vex portal opened, swallowing the Velocimancer before closing right behind it, leaving only the startled cry of the hunter's ghost hanging in the comm lines.
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hi, I remembered about the ask about the vampire abilities (time travel, walking in the sun, compulsion) and I need to ask, what are the werewolf abilities?
and Steve own abilities since he can become a giant werebat and being the most convincing conman
Hi there!
So, werewolves can shapeshift into canines of course. But they also heal faster than humans, are stronger than humans, and they have a generally better sense of smell and hearing!
I also like to think they can see in the dark pretty well, too.
Steve specifically has... Well, his stuff is kind of messy. Werewolves and their relation to the moon and its cycle combined with vampires relationship to time led him to being unable to control his time travel, and instead it's forced around the cycle of the moon. This sort of goes with everything. He doesn't need blood to do things, but the werebat is insatiably hungry. It's extremely powerful, but uncontrollable. He doesn't need permission to enter a residence, but he also is incapable of compelling people.
The sort of thematic representation of this is all about his general place in the story as someone who has absolutely no choice, and that frustration of your agency being taken from you.
Him being a 'convincing conman' is a survival tactic, to be honest. It can make the difference between eating and not. With his only real benefit from all this supernatural upheaval being heightened senses, he's just become really observational and is able to read a room and adapt to it immediately. It's about the only thing that's kept him alive, besides the werebat... so really, it's the only thing that's kept the werebat out.
Some of this is admittedly getting into spoiler territory, though, but I do intend to canonize some things! I'm happy to delve more into the specifics once it's happened :)
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