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[For once, Dante's red coat is off, currently carelessly draped over a bench in the training room. Dante's covered in sweat and has a water bottle in hand, the other one waving to the camera as he sits down on the bench.]

Hi. Not new, just got curious: someone here was asking if there were any non-humans on the ship, and that got me thinking.

[He takes a sip of water, wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand.]

In my world, demons are incredibly common. I'm half-demon myself, on my old man's side, [which is the most he'll talk about his father on the network,] but demons aren't as common on every world. Guess I'm wondering how many of us here even know any non-human types on their worlds, or if there are any. I'm not talking about animals here, I'm saying things like—aliens, ghosts, demons, robots, anything that can talk and think but isn't exactly human.

Have you ever run into anything like those? Are they even real for you?
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[Even before the feed flickers into life, anyone literally anywhere in the sunlight room is probably aware that there is something going on thanks to one very shrill scream immediately followed by several minutes of panicked shouting. When the feed does flicker on, the view is oddly…tall? It's at height with the tops of the trees in the sunlight room which is because Wei Wuxian is making this post from the top of one of those trees.

The reason why becomes immediately obvious when he pans down to the familiar form of Jake barking up at him from the base of the tree. Jake's expression is partially obscured through the foliage, though a close study will find more fear in Jake's face than threat. Whatever he thinks he's looking at, it isn't Wei Wuxian.

Finally, the view shifts to Wei Wuxian who is wide eyed and panicked, his face completely bloodless as he holds onto the tree with one arm and gestures at Jake below with the other.
]

Why? [He squeaks out in a desperate whisper, eyes darting back to Jake again before he lets out a soft whimper and returns his attention to the feed.]

Why is there a dog?

----

[ Jake's post comes through almost simultaneously, text somehow communicating volume as much as his urgency. ]

I FOUND THE GHOST. I REPEAT, I FOUND THE GHOST. GOT IT UP A TREE IN THE SUNLIGHT ROOM. PLEASE ADVISE ON NEXT STEPS AND/OR EXORCISM.

[ooc: please indicate in the comments which you're responding to!]
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[ of course, rita sets up a visual because the starlet always wants to be seen (except when she doesn't). at the present time, she seems rather enthusiastic like she's fighting a proud grin, one that suggests she's ready to give herself a pat on the back at any moment. ]

Good evening, everyone! For those who don't know me, I am Rita Farr, your Team Morale Coordinator.

[ wait, who assigned her that position? ]

As you all well know, we have been joining mission after mission with the intention of collecting orbs to protect the world and save towns from devastation. In a way, you might say we're ... space-travelling superheroes!

And as any superhero would tell you, it's very important to have codenames for our mission. Obviously, we often obtain our very own undercover civilian names. But in the line of duty, when we're in the heat of the fight, we should just as well have assigned titles to continue preserving our identities.

As the Ximilia's Team Morale Coordinator — [ again, who voted her into that position? ] I took it upon myself to select carefully crafted codenames for each and every one of you.

[ she then holds up a sheet of paper, featuring a list of all of the orbers, each with another name printed beside them. ]

You will find this list posted in the Mess Hall. Please take a moment at your best convenience to study the list and memorize each of the names listed for future use. Though I worked very hard to select them — [ she clears her throat, brushing her hair back. ] I suppose that if you have any issue with the name chosen for you, we can discuss making possible changes. Though I don't see why anyone would want to.


XIMILIA'S SUPERHERO CODENAME CHECKLIST:

Clarke — VINCENT VAN GIRL
Finn — BEAR BOY
Kovacs — BLACK LUNG
Dante — PIZZA HUT
Rita — ELASTI-WOMAN
Chuuta — BEATS
Ziggy — STARDUST
Dimitri — BREAD MAN
Yuri — SIR SECRET
Kazuma — SWASHBUCKLER
Ryunosuke — SWORDMASTERSITTER
Yujin — STACHE DADDY
Alina — SUNSHINE
Aleksander — SHADOW
Mal — GUNSHOW
Yzak — SIA
Helen — BELLE
Marta — LOTUS
Joel — TIMESTOPPER
Daisy — SHAKE SENORA
Natasha — JANE FONDA
Shaun — BANGLE BABE
Yelena — NIGHT VISION
Gwen — DRUMSTICKS
Itachi — PUZZLER DOGSHIT MCGIVENS
Andy — ATHENA
Joe — ADONIS
Sabriel — MYSTIC MAGIC
Joric — MR BEAD
Newt — MONSTER MASH
Felix — ARMORMAN
Dr. McCoy — DR SPACE
Cassian — INCOGNITO
Jyn — CAUTIONETTE
Steve — BOMBER KID
Dean — KANSAS
Lúthien — SIREN
Minimus — ROBOFOX
Rodimus — ROBOROD
Nie Huaising — FAN MAN
Wei Wuxian — MR FLUTE
Rand — ROBIN HOOD
Yennefer — VIOLET
Zhao — CHEF BANDIT
Viveca — VIXEN
Degar — WONDERWALL


( please note that none of the above is to be taken seriously and is in good fun! though rita very much likes to believe she has team leader qualifications and is entirely in her right to make assignments. but she's very bad at selecting names so if some of it seems nonsensical, it's on brand. she went by what she knows or assumes or whatever she likes. )
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[As the battle rages on outside the South Naelor fortress, two network messages will reach all fellow Orbers through their headsets. They come through only several minutes apart.]

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video; un: felix

[The POV recording is transmitted through to the network without context save Felix's associated username; dumping viewers immediately into the sight of a beaming Jun Shortaxe. He's standing in a stone-walled room, clapping with arrogant glee as he steps closer into the room.]

--you're wrong about the deal. The king's deal was done the moment the heirloom was taken away from the palace... it told me that itself. [He is facing Felix as he speaks, only turning to address a second unseen person as an afterthought.] Hi, Finn. Made it here like a real hero, I'm proud of you.

[Finn's shattered reply is heard instead of seen, Felix's POV fixed solely on Jun with unerring focus. He is capturing everything; every subtle twitch of his body language, every laughing shrug of his shoulders. It's only when Finn's confusion turns to anger that he comes into frame, stepping between Felix and Jun with sword outstretched in one hand and glowing orb in the other. With a quick toss, the orb is sailing through the air towards Felix. When he snatches it out of the air, viewers are granted a brief but detailed look at the orb itself. Veteran Orbers will recognize the power emanating from it immediately. This was their target.]

Your little act was always a bit too much, just so you know. [Felix drawls, offering his own amused assessment of Jun's betrayal just before pocketing the orb out of frame.] See ya.

[Those watching closely will notice the shadow Felix cast suddenly disappear, indicating that an invisibility spell was Felix's final gambit to leave successfully with the orb. Unfortunately, the ploy is shortlived. Just as Felix's point of view shifts towards the nearest window, Jun's deeply disinterested voice issues a simple command: Do it. Immediately, what could only be described as intense pain pollutes the mental recording with distortion. The crackle of electricity and Finn's scream can be dimly heard through the limited visibility and roaring static.

When the video feed resumes again, Felix is clearly on the ground. Waves of pained distortion still radiate through him, picture flickering as he begins to lose consciousness. From his new position on the floor, only Finn and Jun's legs can be seen. The latter slowly moves towards him as the former seems to freeze, dropping his sword in horror.]


He has about an hour. Being hit by that spell is not a joke... I should know. It was worth it, though. [The voice is unmistakably Jun's, hammered home as he kneels down into frame and reaches out towards Felix and retrieves the orb, which now glows even more brightly in the presence of its partner. He stands, back now to Felix, facing Finn fully. The picture is practically strobing now, capturing only a few frames of every second as it gives into blackness]

I'm sorry, I really did want to help Degar. [The regret in his voice even sounds genuine.] But the heirloom isn't something I can give him. He'd understand. All I'm doing is fulfilling the promise we made as kids--

[If there was any words or violence exchanged between the two of them, it's lost to the sudden grip of Felix's unconsciousness. The feed cuts completely.]

(( ooc: for full context of what Felix's recording captures, please read the npc thread HERE ))

___________

[To those on the battlefield, it will only be roughly eight minutes after Felix's video appears that an earthshaking noise and blinding light erupt from the South Naelor fortress. Rubble rains down from the keep's tower, shattered by the a set of imposing red wings. A red dragon with a single teal scale centered on his chest perches on the half destroyed tower, its origin as inexplicable as it was sudden.

The dragon lingers for a moment, staring at something in the wreckage, before taking wing towards the battlefield.]


[A few stunned moments later, another video appears on the network:]

___________

video; un: raddude5000

[The view is unclear, rubble obscured by dust and smoke and a distant din of battle. Finn’s voice however, is recognizable, and as the video shifts to where he is kneeling, so is the sight of Felix, who was lying motionless, plainly injured and bleeding. The placement and number of his wounds aren't clear, only their severity is obvious. The external distortion caused by Jun's spell is almost as nightmarish as the mental distortion Orbers experienced secondhand.]

We need help in the fortress-- Felix is hurt, bad and I... don’t know what to do. He needs a healer or a doctor, now. Like, ‘ten minutes ago’ now.

[Finn couldn't know how accurate Jun’s 'hour' claim was, or how much leeway there was in either direction. Felix had scarcely moved since going down, and if he was conscious it was only barely. His death felt all too real a possibility. Panic clouds Finn's voice in the face of it, speaking quickly.

He turns the camera back to himself, in part to spare Felix the voyeuristic exposure of capturing what could very well be his final moments on camera. Finn, dusty but uninjured, looks exhausted. The darker blood of the dremnin on the front of his armor and the brighter, fresher blood on his hand from touching Felix were visible as he pushes away a loose lock of hair. Sabriel’s careful braid saved him from complete dishevelment, but only just. He doesn’t quite look in the direction of the video, shoulders held up tensely as he speaks.]


Jun has the orb. He... I mean I think the orb is part of him now. It did something to him, turned him into a... [Finn pauses, searching for a word to describe the beast. There were no creatures like it from his world, where dragons were something else entirely.] I dunno, a dinosaur or something, and he’s heading your way now. You need to--

[His voice stops short, cut off in his throat by some kind of impossible emotion. A desperate part of him still wanted to implore some kind of leniency from them, some kind of mercy or understanding... but he holds it back. What mattered right now was everyone’s safety. If there was anything left to save of Jun Shortaxe, he couldn’t prioritize it right now. Not over everyone else.]

You need to stop him.
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[Against the muffled background noise of a busy training ground:] I'm pretty sure most of this is old news by now, but you guys oughta know: the Grand Cross of the Knights of the Seven Sisters? Huge Jun Shortaxe fan. Called him the pride and joy of their order, best of 'em all, etcetera etcetera.

But he did tell me that Shortaxe only wanted to get into the Knights because his friend Dweyre was there. Apparently he wanted to be "just like him" and signed up soon as he could, trained day and night to prove himself. Then Dweyre got taken out by, apparently, an ambush of wyverns, so he ended up stepping up.

[Pause.] Grand Cross also mentioned that a warlock took out Shortaxe on that last mission, but that we already knew about.

[Another, longer pause.]

You guys ask me, I'm not too sure I trust Shortaxe very much. I...uh, knew someone a little like him, once. Motivated guy, too. That motivation pushed him to make some extremely bad choices that all ended poorly for him, and I can't help but think that might be what we're dealing with here, too. Roundtree, on the other hand—how much do we know about her?
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( let's just rip the bandaid off, with one (1) straightforward Starfleet doc currently lounging on a (possibly familiar) garden veranda in the sim room. he gives his earpiece a tap. )

I hear tell I missed a scary town, a sentient imaginary friend, and a volcano.

( does he wince a little at that last thing? maybe, yeah... )

Everybody still got all their fingers and toes?
shishkabob: (a match i couldn't handle)
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So we got space Zumbas or whatever you call 'em, [Roombas, they're Roombas,] an armory, a fake outdoors, a rock band, a music room, movie nights, strawberry ice cream, empty pizza boxes—shame on you all for not sparing a new guy some pizza, by the way, I could've used that—and an upcoming play. 'S'all great and all, love the variety here, but you know what I didn't find?

[A pause, for dramatic effect. Then, mock-disappointed:]

Any heavy metal records. I'm shocked, you guys. You're telling me nobody here listens to Iron Maiden? System of a Down? Metallica? Hell, at this point I'd even take Nine Inch Nails and they don't even count. Next supply drop I'll ask Viveca to pull a few records and my old jukebox in, get you guys a crash course in the best of the genre.

[With that out of the way, Dante switches subjects, the jokey disappointment now gone in favor of a slightly more serious but still casual tone:] By the way, anybody up for a spar? If we're gonna go on a mission soon, I'd like to stay sharp, see what I'll be working with. You want a fight, come find me in the training room. I'm the guy in red with the big-ass sword, can't miss me.

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