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FINALE: Synod & Conclusion
The Synod should have ended on the 21st, but a blackout traps all the attendees in the facility. The train won't move. The Gates won't reverse. The anomaly outside would eradicate anything attempting to cross the stygian wasteland. All anyone can do is wait.
A hastily-assembled team of various faction members rushes to the Porter's defense. When they arrive, they find that their extremist opponents are imPorts themselves. Some of them might have once been called friends. Others have remained in the shadows, sleeper forces of the Resistance. While the saboteurs continue their work, fighters leap into battle against all those who've arrived to defend the Porter.
[OOC: Please tag the above top-level if you'd like some mod-run NPC combat! We'll be able to back/tag several PCs for at least 2 weeks from today.]
Not only must enemy combatants be defeated, but a complex series of timed explosive devices threatens to destroy the Porter controls, forcing a desperate call for technical experts and finesse powers.
Only partway into the showdown, a minor explosion rips through the crowd and takes out combatants on both sides. An alarm begins to scream. Total annihilation has been averted, but the Porter's shields are crumbling.
ESCAPE THE SYNOD
Though the terrorists are now in custody, there's a bigger problem. The facility is no longer safe. The Gates, echoing the damaged Porter, still haven't reversed polarity. Everyone will have to escape via the Death Train, which isn't equipped for so many imPorts in high concentration. It'll need additional shielding and the reprogramming for multiple trips, which means tech-minded imPorts will have to cooperate to overcome its automated settings.
ImPorts must divide into smaller groups because the destination station at the White City may overload too. Batches of ImPorts pile together for the ride in much more cramped quarters than they're used to. Several are injured from the attack, others are dying, and it'll be a long and harrowing journey before they can reach a hospital for treatment. ImPorts steal moments for hurt and comfort, as well as moments of revelation and intimacy.
Even for those left unscathed, they must swiftly transfer through the White City and travel back to their home factions via conventional means, or risk causing dimensional chaos as more ImPorts arrive behind them.
Once the Death Train arrives at the White City with the last of the Synod attendees on board, it seems like the worst is over. While anyone wanting to leave the city is free to use conventional means to do so, some choose to remain in Florida to recuperate, strategize or tend to the wounded.
For three days, everything looks like it might be returning to normal.
ImPorts are likely to resume life as usual, continuing with politicking and personal lives alike. After all, there's a year to go until the next Synod-- and despite everything, new ImPorts still arrive through the battered Porter facility.
DEATH DOME EXPANDS
On September 26th, sensors indicate a wave of cosmic radiation moving toward the White City. The reason is obvious enough: damage to the Porter has destabilized the Death Dome and now it's rapidly expanding. If it isn't stopped, it'll swallow the city within days. After that, scientists fear it may tear through the entire planet.
The White Tower immediately puts out a call for aid. Citizens of the city will have to be evacuated en masse. They plead for every imPort who is able to come forward and work to halt the growth of the Dome using whatever means necessary. If they don't work together, no one's getting out of this alive.
Most terrifying of all, the Death Dome's "cosmic radiation" causes permanent death, shredding and scattering energy and matter across the multiverse. Unshielded contact means no resurrection within this world ever again. To those who dream of someday returning to home dimensions, the mysteries of these physics is steeped with terrifying unknowns.
[OOC: Per this OOC plotting question, contact with the Death Dome destroys the AU version of a character permanently, but not their MoM counterpart. See the thread for more details.]
Anyone Porting in during the Death Dome expansion, whether for the first time or resurrecting, finds the Porter facility is horrifically unstable. Heavy strands of permanently lethal entropic energy weave through visible cracks in the walls. They must escape through a Gate as quickly as possible, or risk an untimely death!
Under pressure, it might be harrowing to choose an ImPort city and faction. No sooner than they do, and step through the Gate, that they find that the world is in uproar, though their new home may well be in denial, strategically or otherwise.
Faced with a cosmic anomaly, ImPorts take heroic measures in the ground and air in Florida and beyond to save natives and perhaps even their kind alike.
[OOC: The above character 'sub-rosters' reflect the IC involvement based on this plotting form. We'll attempt to link top-levels here, and further incorporate your RP into a conclusion post on or by October 1. Feel free to top-level, and of course backtag/sandbox indefinitely!]
At the nth hour, on September 30, two ImPorts, Shouta and Tomura of Equality Before Law make it into the Porter and manage, incredibly, to stabilize the damaged Fate technology with use of reality-warping abilities.
As the Death Dome begins to shrink back to its original circumference, it leaves behind a bizarre, scarred landscape, and a fine dusting of eerie crystalline particles of inscrutable chemical makeup. It may take years before the land is arable again, but the day is saved. For now.
OOC Links
- Plotting Post
- Volunteer signup: Resistance Extremists
- Volunteer signup: Porter Defenders
- Plotting form: Finale Roles
- Reminder: 'Hacking the Death Train' does not require signups (unlimited slots), and sharing your finale role is not mandatory.
Closed | The Queen and Her Dragon
The decisions made, they'd both had to turn their focus very quickly to the only things that made sense for them to do. To put those first contacts out, start lining everything up. It is no small task to open wide a faction land they had so carefully woven close and closed on no noticed.
But a short while later still finds her at the doorway to their chambers, watching him. Almost entirely ready to leave. To return to that city, and the exploding dome that was now destroying it quicker every time news reached them. Her voice is calm and level, even if, perhaps, her eyes aren't entirely.
"Is that almost everything, then?"
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Normally. Normally. This armor was only used in ceremony and show. Scales laced together so orange and gold were woven into an intricate sun centered in his chest and spilling over his shoulders, spiraling down his back to surround a pale silver disc. Holding and protecting the moon. More rays spilled down his thighs and blended into the dark blue of sky. But it wasn't just decoration - it was very real, very strong, armor. In this, he wanted to be seen.
But Anakin could sense Padmé as she approached and he straighted. Both lightsabers where on his hips, the one he'd arrived with, and the one he'd made here. Normally he only carried one. He slipped over too her and slid a hand over her's as he leaned down to brush a kiss over her cheek. Careful of her make up. "Yes. I'm ready."
He was more worried about her. "You have your armor, just in case?" Panicked people in a mob - always dangerous.
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But, still, she leans her head gently against his a second after that light kiss on her skin. None of those things are allowed to shift her expression. She knows how important all of this is, and they've both made decisions that are this big before, and they know how much this world they are all stuck on could end if it does not stop.
"Of course." Padmé nods, just barely, thinking about where it is. "I don't think I'll need it just yet, but I'll appoint someone to keep it close, and an eye on how our people and the refugees are doing together once they start arriving."
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He'll make them spit out their own lungs if they try.
Her slight give - all she can offer in this situation and Anakin takes a rest in this moment, knowing it's going to likely be the last one for many days. That doesn't mean he likes it, and that dislike focuses like light under a crystal inside of him, a building heat, ready to be unleashed when it was needed. "Our people are a strong and brave as we could ask for, due to you." They'd follow her lead. He didn't doubt that in the slightest. "