Move 20 (Chapter 1.20)

[yhlee]

[Sorry for the delay!]

EDITED ONE MORE TIME: the escape plan, for easy reference.

Move 20

Year 361, Month Three, Day Seventeen (Monday), ~05:75

Just outside of Medical
The mothling Crowned-with-Eyes is continuing to purr rapturously from within Mikodez's pack, which is in Alaric's possession. Fluffy has finally piped down--maybe napping, who knows what her sleep cycles are? Mikodez is currently under Alaric's watch (so to speak). [The GM strongly suggests that players cooperate to keep Mikodez from escaping yet again as I'd like to get y'all off this station! *g* ]

Sulen gets to check their lokwor, which contains an updated message from Ashari reiterating that everyone should return to the Wasp ASAP. Ashari adds, rather ominously, that they authorize Sulen to "use any necessary force" to round up crew members; they would like Sulen and Virmad to contact the administrator from the Wasp once the two of them are on the moth again.

A thoroughly exasperated-looking male nurse (the one Alaric spoke to earlier) wheels Istradez (NPC) out on a float chair, accompanied by Iawa, whom the nurse has entrusted with further instructions for Istradez's care. Istradez looks like he's seen better days, and Iawa notices that his mind seems to be wandering again--a lingering concussion effect? It's too bad that the nurse seems thoroughly determined to get rid of them all and heads back into Medical at the first opportunity.

Sasha, accompanied by Ankat (NPC), can meet our merry adventurers just outside Medical, if she likes.

"Bumblebee" status
Kaliyan (NPC) is manning the cockpit. Ashari (NPC) has left the office [edit, continuity, sorry about that]. Yehan (NPC) is currently manning comms as well. The Wasp itself is currently quiescent, no doubt chewing away on magic squares (which Sasha gave it to think about in Move 19). Gerae is contained (for the moment) in his makeshift cell; video surveillance will reveal that he is slowly drinking his Space Nescafe, making everything last and looking as if it's the best coffee he's ever had.

After giving orders to crew members on the station, Ashari seeks out Virmad in the galley and tells him that they expect him and Sulen to prepare to call the administrator on the station so they can get the hell out of here as per the plan as soon as Sulen and the rest of the crew is back. Ashari suggests that Virmad draft the communication for Sulen's approval and adds, "Did you find out anything useful from Teo? Don't be shy, darling, every little bit helps."

Comments

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[zuhrovet]

Sasha whistles, half in surprise and half in greeting. The mothling looks like Ashari's weaving, come to life; she wishes they had time to talk.

"Damion," she says calmly, "would you keep the baby moth away from this table?" Sulen doesn't seem ready to take the air pistol, so she sets it down, carefully pointing the muzzle toward the wall. Then she looks inside the backpack.

Knots and stars, that isn't an air gun. Sasha removes the weapon from the bag, cautiously, and checks whether it's loaded. It isn't, and there's no sign of ammunition in the bag, unless Mishka's given to murdering people with glitter.

"I take it this is Avrayen's work?" she asks Sulen. "We don't have cartridges for it. Would you object to destroying it now?"

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[slybrarian]

"Hello, there, let's explore the couch instead of the firarms." Alaric gently herds the mothingling aside.

"Admittedly tactics is not one of the things I am a certified expert it," Alaric comments over his shoulder, "but it seems like we're past the point of where guns would be useful. A nice contingency to have had, but now the risk of detection because of them outweighs the benefit of shooting our way out of a problem."

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[zuhrovet]

"There's a reason we've stopped fucking around with ammunition delivery," Sasha answers. "Rahal Dar Chresh. I am going to take this pistol with the green streaks, walk to the printer, and turn it back into carbon and plastic. By the time I am finished, I hope you will have taken the functional weapon and made it disappear."

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[venndaai]

Sulen makes a sharp arm gesture. "Yes, good, fine." They seem on edge. "Just get that boy back to the Wasp and then, I strongly advise you, lock him up."

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[zuhrovet]

Sasha nods and sets to work. The printer makes an ugly grinding sound, but it's nearly as loud when the nozzles are running. She glances at Imsayed, in his float chair; he doesn't seem to react.

Sasha doesn't know what Ashari will do to Mishka. (She remembers their face close to hers, laughing.) She doesn't know what they ought to do, either. Saint be her witness, Sasha's the opposite of an expert on regulation discipline, at least where the rebellion is concerned.

Sulen seems to think there's some leeway, in the Mishka problem. But they also implied Sasha might be involved in implementing a solution; and fuck, she does not want to be responsible for this. Mishka's the age her brother would have been.

Re: let's talk about all the guns - paging Sulen and Alaric

[yhlee]

The mothling is quite docile, and allows itself to be herded with no fuss, instead humming in apparent satisfaction at the attention.