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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.
Relief Column [Open]
And so she had summoned up what she'd brought. She'd run out to meet them, tired though she was, hopping onto the passenger side railing of the lead truck. Ten of them, all told - but not soldiers. Not many, at any rate. Just a handful of guards. But what pulled up was a relief column in the truest sense of the words - packed to the brim with medical supplies, foodstuffs, and the sundries needed to preserve life.
And evacuate wounded to the old waiting hospital ship currently anchored off the Florida coast. She wished she'd planned that. But that had been an accident. One of oh so many that she found herself tied to. But that was the benefit of being the second-in-command of an imperium, wasn't it?
Even if she might not be that for much longer.
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There are more things at stake than grudges to hold now.
They can come back to this in another week, month, year.
If they can manage to survive this at all.
Padmé makes sure to come to meet her at the gate the first time she arrives.
"Director-General." A nod. Punctated and severe, as it is relieved, her gaze shifting from the woman to the train and those starting to talk to others about what to do with it and where to take things. "We're grateful for all you've managed."
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When you aren't certain you'll survive the day, it is quite the liberating feeling. No more plots, no. It was all actions and consequences.
"For now," she replies, "I doubt the Emperor will allow me to keep the title much longer. So we'd best move as quickly as we can." She sighed, nodding. "There is medical support waiting off the coast, an old Canadian medical ship we'd found, and had been salvaging off the coast of Nova Scotia. She's functional now - this is as far as she'd made it in the long voyage back. We can fit several hundred wounded and injured on board, if you need. Probably, anyways, or it could just start sinking again."
She's not exactly got time to sugarcoat things.
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In anyone else, a part of her expression might have turned quizzical at the soft slip that this and her position were not in line with her Emperor's intentions. But Padme has been at politics for more than half of her life, and her brief few years as Amidala had trained her well in the express habit not to let reaction flicker a single muscle in her face. She simply nodded, taking it in.
"You should keep it floating. All word coming from the White City is that the dome is expanding rapidly and the Resistance had more people than anyone had previously conceived possible. They--" (including her husband) "--are doing their best to hold both back, but it seems to be continuing to consume everything, with high collateral."
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She sighs, gesturing at the trucks.
"Then as one of my last official acts, please accept this gift of transports, medical supplies and foodstuffs - and the temporary loan of the NIS Respite. I'll let the Captain know he's under your authority for the duration of the crisis."
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"Are you not returning to the Imperium?"
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"I doubt it," she said, quietly, then more strongly. "No, I don't think I will be. My part in things is almost at an end. Time I had some rest."