The TLJ sim has 4 active players and 1 GM/NPC player. So a total of 5 active players.
The Odyssey sim has 6 active players and a Gm, which gives a total of 7 active players.
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The TLJ sim has 4 active players and 1 GM/NPC player. So a total of 5 active players.
The Odyssey sim has 6 active players and a Gm, which gives a total of 7 active players.
Which is what the soldier demonstrated by his next action. He had been so intent on striking his target that he hadn't expected Karen to walk up to him, let alone stumbling into him. As a reaction he thrust his pike... and missed Cameron by mere inches. That was a very good thing for her, because the pike proved to be very sharp. It was in fact so sharp that it had buried itself between two tiles and stuck there. This time the soldier wasn't able to hang onto his weapon and he went to the ground, right along with Karen on top of him. He immediately tried to wiggle free, but his hands were under him and Karen was on top of him. He lay on his belly and cursed in Azadi. it would probably only be a matter of time before he had freed himself.
Nico nodded in confirmation. The mention of the cardiac arrest immediately brought back the memory of that... thing squeezing his heart in this dreamworld. This world that Nico was convinced was somehow real. It was no coincidence that this creature had grabbed his heart and had tried to squeeze it to a pulp at the exact same time that he'd gone into cardiac arrest. And it also hadn't been his mind trying to cope with the trauma of a cardiac arrest, giving it form in his fantasy. He just knew it wasn't.
He shook the memory off and refocused his attention on Doctor Peters, whom he knew was lying. But there was little use in telling the man this. Instead, he tried a different approach. "Perhaps I could speak with the physician who has treated me? Who was there when I woke up?" He knew the man's name, but waited for Peters to say it, simply to find out what kind of game the doctor was playing.
Nico took the sheet and examined it. All the drugs listed here seemed to be normal. Of course you could hardly tell by looking at a name if anything was out of the ordinary. But Nico was no fool: he had managed to get the very same list before (he knew because he'd memorized all the names on it), which is why he knew that there was no mention of any drugs which had kept him in an artificial coma. Since he had actually been in an induced coma - in fact, the doctor he'd seen when he'd woken up had actually told him so and it was this same doctor that had used the word 'experimental' when describing the drug they had used for this - something didn't add up.
"Excuse me", Nico said, "But would you be so kind as to tell me which of these drugs exactly was the one that was used to keep me in an artificial coma?" he leaned forward with the list, giving Peters the chance to point at a name, although Nico already knew that the doctor could in no way point to the proper name. He completely ignored Peters' question.
Lianno looked at the girl with confusion, retracting the arms that he'd held out to pull her up. This time the girl hadn't spoken all gibberish, there had been words in there that he had actually understood. He'd clearly made out 'help' and 'please'. But suddenly he realized that this wasn't exactly the time or place to be wondering about that. He extended his arms once more, grabbed the girls much smaller hands in his own and pulled her up gently.
Meanwhile the other people in the small house hadn't exactly been sitting still either, with the possible exception of the man in strange clothing, who seemed a bit at a loss at what to do. Ardjen however, appeared to have regained the ability to think and act, although Lianno wasn't sure it was much of an improvement, because he could still see the panic on the boy's face. It would be a matter of minutes at best before the boy started crying and that was a best-case scenario.
The sailor decided that someone had to play boss over the trio in the house and he also didn't want to abandon Karen alone outside. So he decided they'd all leave through the front door. "Come along!" he said to Ardjen and Marcus. To make sure the last one understood, he gestured with his head towards the door and then pulled Ciara behind him, following Karen outside.
Someone else who hadn't been standing still was the soldier who had experience a moment of utter confusion when his prisoner had decided to rebel against him. Cameron's sudden action had thrown him off balance for a moment, but he was too well trained to simply let go of his weapon. He was far stronger than Cameron but he hadn't tried to pull his pike free from her grip; instead he had simple let go of his weapon with one hand and stepped forward. This had brought him close enough to land his free fist to the side of Cameron's head, knocking her off her feet.
As his prisoner lay on the ground, the guard saw that more people were coming out of the house, including the boy he'd spotted earlier. This was way too much for him to handle by himself. He would call out for his fellow solders. But first he'd take care of the young woman that was lying in front of him, that would be one less thing to worry about. He grabbed his pike with both hands again and lifted it up, preparing to stab his captive with it.
"Of course we will", August said after the authorities' comment about the landing fine and the damages. At this point he was beyond caring. August wasn't ticked off easily, he usually simply ignored the things that bothered him, but at this point he was fairly certain that he wanted to shoot somebody. But he managed to stay in control of his emotions. For now.
"Set her down", he told Shadai. Although August wasn't a coward, the speed at which the ground seem to come at them was a bit unsettling. The captain opened a shipwide comm channel:
= "All hands, brace for impact." =
He closed the channel and then followed his own advice.
Brint mouthed the word 'OMNI' as it appeared on the screen. It was meaningless to him. He opened the file and read what Carolyn had already seen. It only took a few seconds, there wasn't that much in the file.
When he was done, he handed Carolyn's Cortex unit back to her. "I've heard of Blue Sun of course, but what's Black Sun? Well, obviously the two aren't friends." He thought for a short moment, going over the information in his head once more. "So someone has made a weapon that turns people into some sort of savages?" The description did somewhat resemble the appearance of Reavers, but not quite. "Wait, and the stuff's airborne?" Brint wondered if the facility they'd just left had been the place this stuff had been developed. "You don't think that we inhaled any of that stuff, do you?" He tried to convince himself that they hadn't, but he was not succeeding.
This was a question Nico had expected. "I didn't say that there was something wrong with the drug", he said. "I just want to know the name of it or that of the company which makes it." He leaned back in his chair looking quite at ease. A little trick he had learned being a CEO. People tended to see you as the dominant person when you radiate confidence.
"For one thing, my health insurance is very eager to find out the name of the drug. You know how it is: if they can find a drug that's not on their list they're very eager to inform you that you don't get any compensation. And they tend to do the same when you can't produce a name at all." He paused again, this time to lean forward.
"So you see why I am rather persistent to get a name, doctor. You may think that I have more than enough money to pay my bills, but I didn't come to all this money by throwing it away like old paper. And I don't need to tell you that this clinic isn't cheap."
He leaned back again, waiting for Peters to reply.
But the boy didn't move. The guard however did: he stepped forward but was unsure of who to pursue. The woman he had caught past curfew, or this boy burglar? The man seemed to go over this in his head, but he probably wouldn't be doing so for very long. And at the moment Cameron was still standing very close to him, which made her appear to be more at risk.
Nico didn't give Anna a chance to reply: "Dr. Peters! Maybe you can help me." Nico's voice had become a lot friendlier, since Dr. Peters had been his attending physician. So it appeared they did listen after all.
Nico quickly explained that he was trying to come into contact with the manufacturer of the drug he had been given to put him into an artificial coma, but that he knew neither the name of the manufacturer nor that of the drug itself. "Which is why I came back, hoping you would help me with this." Having told his story to a familiar face, he felt more at ease already.
Cameron didn't have much time to ponder this disturbing thought, because all of a sudden a door to her left opened and a very scared looking boy stared at her. No, he was staring at the soldier behind her. Both she and her captor stopped for a moment, looking at the boy who was obviously very scared. Then the soldier shouted something at the boy. Cameron couldn't understand most of the words, although she clearly heard the word 'stop'. That word, and the tone in which the soldier spoke, didn't leave much to the imagination: the boy wasn't supposed to be there. But instead of running, the boy just stood there.
OOC: and that introduces Cameron to Ardjen. Could you please post your response in the other thread, so that we can tie things together?
Ardjen, still in blind panic, gave Marcus only a brief answer: "They are bad! You don't want to be caught by them; they'll throw you in the Tower, or worse!" To make matters worse, a sound suddenly echoed from within the house. It could have been anything: a window blowing open, a cat, or it could indeed be worse. But it was enough for Ardjen to decide and make a run for it. He screamed, opened the front door and... stared directly into the face of an Azadi soldier, who was apparently taking a prisoner to the tower. Both the guard and the young woman in front of the pointed end of his pike looked at Ardjen in confusion. But to his credit, the guard quickly recomposed himself. "Hey you! Stop, get over here!"
Normally a person would have had the common sense to at least close the door again, but Ardjen was nailed to the ground.
August cursed. He told himself that it would be best for that shuttle pilot to stay away from him, because she would probably not survive that encounter.
Disregarding all the regulations for a clean landing, August said to Shadai: "Just ignore them; land the ship safely where you can."
Only then did August respond to the wave sent by the port authority:
= "This is captain August Solitaire of the Odyssey. We are forced to make an emergency landing an are unable to adjust our current course. If you have any problems with that, I suggest that in the future you make sure that the sky above your landing paths is free of any shuttles and interceptors so that they cannot crash into any potential customers. Solitaire out." =
Getting chased by a bounty hunter, a saboteur aboard the ship, a failing engine, a crash-in with a shuttle. And now a bossy port authority. August was getting pissed.
Brint, who was nothing less than pissed off that Gore was apparently free to go on the ship, kept his mouth shut for the moment, although it was plain for anyone to read on his face how he felt about Carolyn's decision. But when she mentioned that he was to accompany her to the bridge, he quickly got out of his own space suit and stashed it away in the appropriate locker. He felt less than uncomfortable staying with the others and he was still hoping that Carolyn might reveal to him any information she had found on the memory stick. He followed her as they walked towards the bridge.
Luckily for the chief engineer, the adjustments that the captain demanded could all be performed by adjusting the flows of the fuel - and cooling fluids - on the console in front of Ryan. Although he had to press the buttons carefully due to his burnt hands, he managed to give the captain what he wanted. Before he pushed the button he shouted "HANG ON!!!" to Kundan, hoping the monk would find something to grab onto in time. He did the same for himself and then pushed the button. Almost immediately the ship lurged. Of course the stabilizers compensated, but it always took a very brief moment for them to compensate to the changed direction. If one was unaware, this briefest moment could be enough to knock you off your feet.
Ryan however, managed to stay on his and he looked closely at the readings on the display in front of him as the ship made a sharp movement. Since Ryan coudn't see what they were trying to evade, he could only hope the movement would be sharp enough.
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'What do you mean: 'I cannot give you that information?' I have a right to know which drugs were used on me!' Normally Nico Steenhuizen wasn't a person to lose his temper quickly, but the months following the accident had been disturbing at best. The artificial coma he had been put in by the doctors of the private clnic he was no trying to get some information from, had resulted in the desired effect: the swelling in his brains had subsided without leaving any permanent damage. Although he wasn't so sure about the last part: during this artificial coma he had experienced some very uncomfortable dreams. Dreams, he was now convinced, that had been too real to be dreams. Of course, nobody had believed him so he hadn't pushed the matter when he had woken up from his coma and had recuperated in the private clinic, but now that he was out of the hospital again he was determined to find out as much as he could about all this.
He hadn't been sure if it was the drug, or perhaps even the accident itself which had led to him being able to enter this... this world of dreams, but now that the private clinic was being very mysterious about the induced-coma-drug, he strongly suspected that this had been the cause. The trouble was that the receptionist wouldn't tell him anything: he only knew that the drug had been redrawn by the manufacturer, but he didn't know which manufacturer that was, or even what the name of the drug was. All he heard was that nobody could, or would help him. And that was pissing him off.
'I demand to speak to your boss!'
Thanks for all the extra info! My character will just appear as himself in the Dreamworld.
Am I supposed to post in Nico's real world thread, or should I wait for you to describe a setting?
Name: Nico Steenhuizen
Origin: the Netherlands
Occupation: Owns a company called Konnect, a software platform specialized in headhunting online for companies looking for specific employees. Konnect searches social media for this and uses certain algorithms to determine the skills of people and look at their experiences in life rather than searching for a resume.
Background story: Six months ago Nico was involved in a car accident. His injuries, especially the one to his head, were so severe that the doctors in the private clinic in which he was treated put him into an artificial coma until the swelling in his brains had been reduced. They used a new and still experimental drug for this. This drug not only kept him in a coma but would also preserve and stop the bleeding in his brains (or so the doctors later explained to him) whereas other drugs would not have done the latter and he would have died.
During the artificial coma Nico suddenly found himself in a very vivid dream. Initially he thought that he was for the first time experiencing a lucid dream, because at some point he realized that he was actually dreaming. This enabled him to control the dream. But then things went south: soon the most horrific apparitions made their way into his dream, things he could not vanish by will. Things that could hurt him and tire him out. He desperately tried to escape the dream but found that he couldn’t. It didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t wake up, he was still being kept in a coma, but he would have expected to be able to snap out of the dream into another one. But his body, his dreamt up body, somehow felt too tired. All he could do was flee the old fashioned way and hide.
The time following this escape was a nightmare: it seemed that these creatures, these monsters that looked like they had stepped out of peoples’ most horrific fantasies, were hunting for him. However, he also learned that after a bit of rest some of his initial powers came back. As if his powers were recharged. With these powers he managed to stay hidden from the monsters, if only barely.
The horror story seemed to go on forever: Nico felt like he had been walking around in this nightmare become reality for months. Until one day...
After yet another very close escape, Nico found that he had somehow teleported himself to another place in this dreamt up world, although by the looks of the setting, not very far from where he had been. The effort had left him exhausted and he fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly he heard a bone chilling shriek and before he could get up and run, something stormed out of the trees (at least that is what Nico assumed they were: everything looked different in this world) and grabbed him by his throat. Nico looked with terror at the banshee-like creature which was holding him almost a foot above the ground. He uselessly tried to pry the claw from his throat as he felt the last remnants of strength leaving his body. The claw around his neck squeezed tighter and Nico could no longer draw fresh air into his lungs. His vision started to fade. But then he realized something: if this was indeed a dream then he wasn’t breathing actual air. Which meant he couldn’t suffocate! Suddenly his lungs felt as if they were full of air again. The banshee however also seemed to notice this and its expression grew even more terrifying. ‘Let me go!’ Nico shouted and started kicking again. And then... The banshee plunged its other claw into Nico’s chest. A searing pain ran through Nico’s upper body as the claw closed around his heart and squeezed. He felt his heart stop and everything went black...
Nico woke up in the private clinic. His chest hurt like hell and he was surrounded by medical staff. The doctor told him that his heart had suddenly stopped and that they’d had to inject adrenalin directly into it to revive him. This had worked but it had also woken him from his artificial coma a few days before they had planned to wake him themselves. But they could not detect any damage to his brain from being woken up early. In fact, the drug seemed to have done exactly what it had been supposed to do. The medical staff had no idea however, what could have caused the cardiac arrest.
During the following weeks Nico had to follow physical therapy and underwent many medical examinations, both to make sure that he was healing properly, but also to measure the effects of the experimental drug. After he had told his doctor about the vivid dream he had experienced and how he doubted that it was a dream, he was also visited by a psychiatrist several times. Nico soon realized that neither his doctor nor this psychiatrist believed that there was anything real to this dreamworld and that it had just been a way for Nico’s mind to cope with the trauma. So he decided to not tell them anymore about it. He also didn’t tell them that even now that he had woken up, he still went to this dreamworld every time he fell asleep. He couldn’t help it. He arrived in the same world he had seen before but he knew it wasn’t a recurring dream, because every time he went there he remembered his previous visits and it somehow seemed to him that time was passing between his visits, although he couldn’t say in what way exactly.
When these weeks had passed, Nico was let out of the hospital. He tried to pick up on his work, but he found that no matter what he tried, he kept returning to this dreamworld every night and all he did there was to try and stay hidden from the monsters. It was playing havoc on his mind and a constant haze of fatigue crept over him since he couldn’t get any proper rest.
Growing desperate, Nico went back to the clinic to find out more about this experimental drug, which he was convinced of was the cause of him going to this strange place. His inquiries led to nothing: the only thing he did find out was that the drug had been retracted by its manufacturer, but he couldn’t find out why, nor which manufacturer was behind the drug.
Nico is now using his financial resources to try and find out if there have been reports of similar cases, hoping to find out more about the drug or people who have experienced the same and can help him.
Relationship with the sleep: Due to his recent experiences, Nico is afraid to go to sleep, but if he can no longer hold his eyes open, he falls asleep fairly easily. Since he somehow always winds up in the Dreamworld, he remembers everything he dreams there.
Worst fears: His worst fear has now become that which he almost seems to experience nearly every night: to get caught and killed by one of the monsters in the dreams.
Thanks. Great to be back. Now let's get this ship on the ground, preferably in one piece.
In the engine room Kundan and Ryan were unaware of the imminent danger: the proximity alarm didn't sound there, because there was little use for it. Unless something happened to the engine or the ship itself was hit by something, the engineering crew wouldn't learn of it by any alarm.
For Cameron this was the big question, but for the guard it apparently was very clear. The man steered his captive through the streets and alleys as if he walked this route daily. Which, as far as Cameron was concerned, this might very well be the case.
It wasn't long before Cameron had completely lost any sense of direction, were it not for the large tower. There wasn't a street that seemed to go straight here. The part of the city where the duo was walking now, seemed to belong to the poorer folk: many houses were in disrepair, some were abandoned and others had simple collapsed. Cameron saw light in some of the houses, but she could also hear sound coming out of several unlit houses (the lack of glass in the windows or complete doors being missing made the sounds coming from those houses carry onto the streets sometimes). Apparently not all here could afford to light a fire.
August, who had taken up on Shadai's suggestion when he entered and hadn't commented on her proposal to choose another place to land - she was the pilot; he trusted her to make the right decisions to keep herself and with that all of them alive - saw the wisdom in her words now as well. Strapped in safely (well, as safely as you could be in a few thousand tons of steel more or less crashing towards the surface), he opened a general channel, hailing both the shuttle and the interceptors.
" = This is captain August Solitaire of the Odyssey. You are on a collision course with our ship. Our navigation is compromized and we are unable to take evasive manoeuvres. Adjust your course." =
August doubted that they would obey: that would be too easy and given the amount of luck they'd had lately he highly doubted that for once they'd get a break.
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