voidtreckerexpress | Event: Expulsion (Day 24)

Entry tags:

Event: Expulsion (Day 24)

"Good morning passengers, today is the twenty fourth day of the month of Apple." The morning announcement sounds as usual as dark turns to the ever shifting colours of the void outside the train windows. Some passengers may stir. It might be that they are an early riser or bad sleeper and get out of bed the moment the announcement wakes them or perhaps they roll over and go back to sleep.

Either way the morning rolls on for a few hours whatever they might be doing. Until a sudden judder runs through the train, followed quickly by another. Much like bad turbulence. Really bad turbulence. A third follows and there is a crackling sound before an alarm starts going off blaring loudly, the lights begin flashing red, white and red again.

"Warning. Void engines failing. Warning. Void engines failing. Warning Expulsion from void imminent." More shaking, worse each time, enough to knock them over and then a bang, the train plummets into darkness and lurches, sending everyone flying...

… They never crash land. Instead they float, suspended in the air. In the darkness it is hard to orient themselves or even understand what is happening. There’s a roar in their heads as pressure builds, their ears pop. "All systems critical." Breathing is hard, for one terrifying moment there seems to be no air to breathe.

"Oxygen levels stabilising." They can breathe, the pressure in their heads fades, their ears eventually stop ringing. "Pressure levels stabilising." They are still floating, suspended in darkness. "Gravity systems critical".

Emergency lighting flickers on finally, a red glow from either end of each carriage, in the cabins and along floor strips, enabling them to move without bumping into anything. If they can figure out how to move at all that is. Outside the windows is dark. Not the blackness of the void at night but the deep vastness of space. A few moments pass, enough time to just about process that fact before the voice over the speakers is heard once more.

"Passengers of the Voidtrecker express, due to technical issues we are currently experiencing void engine failure. Thank you for your patience as we endeavour to continue our journey as quickly as possible. We ask that all passengers help in securing the train for re-entry into the Void and on behalf of the Voidtrecker Express I apologise for any inconvenience caused."

Then there is silence. Broken only, no doubt, by the passengers on this now stranded train.

(OOC: Event information is here.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"So the rich people did be having to be living on broken earth and the rest could be being living in cities in space? That do be seeming..."

Strange, backwards. In her world those with lots of money got to live in the fancy houses with fancy food and all the honey cakes they could eat. Probably even tastier food than honey cakes.

It was strange they would stay somewhere that was broken.

"There were still some nice places on Earth. Those who were well off used that rarity as a status symbol. The rest of the planet was still livable, though, due in part to the fact that so many people were removed from it." It's been a while.

"Oh. I do be understanding." They had kicked everyone off and then had a whole planet to themselves. That sounded more like the rich people she knew.

"So they do be being thinking they do be being better because they do be living on a planet even though space cities do be being much cooler."

"Hm. Whether or not they're 'cooler' it's the exclusivity of it. Trends like that are often just... what can only rich people afford? Even when that's the opposite of what it was fifty years ago." It seems pretty dumb to her.

"Space may be humanity's only hope for a truly lasting future though. Someday."

"Only hope? What do you be meaning by that?" Hadn't she said things had gotten better once people lived in space?

She's struggling to even imagine half the things Ple Two is telling her, it's so different than anything she understands. But she understands rich people wanting things no one else could afford. That, it seemed, was a constant between worlds.

"Even with the Earth recovering... our numbers only grow. Even after billions dead in a war, the population will recover, and continue growing. Still, we keep fighting and killing one another." Even as a person made for war, it seems inane.

Billions? She's pretty sure that number is made up. But she understands it means lots. Yet more people are born. She tilted her head, unsure what Ple Two is trying to say. If she thinks so many dying is a good or a bad thing.

"Why do it be growing so much if people do be dying all the time? Surely you will be running out of people eventually."

It is a very large number. It's an absolutely insane death total for a war, even as large as Earth's population is. "Only in short bursts. That war lasted for a year, and then for many years the conflicts have been far less deadly than the birth rate. I fear, though, that... another like it will happen." Forever, perhaps. They may just get worse every time. "Space has room for everyone, if need be."

So Ple Two didn't like the war? Even though it sounded like things would be easier with less people.

"What did the war be being for? Who did be being fighting?"

There were wars in her world. Huge religious wars or smaller wars between countries. She had seen neither though. Gauig was always at war but it was mostly confined to border struggles.

No one liked it, and yet they were all so ready to repeat its atrocities.

"It was... complicated. Many in Zeon fought for freedom, but they also committed horrible, violent acts. The Earth Federation fought to defend itself, but they motivated Zeon's war in the first place." So the war was over idiocy, perhaps?

If she had been confused about Ple Two's motivation before this made it clear. Horribly violent acts. Ple Two saw that as bad.

She wasn't surprised. She tried to follow what she was being told.

"So Zeon dis be wanting to be free from this Earth Federation. Did they be being conquered."

It sounded a mess, but most wars were.

Violence is bad, but sometimes you have to be violent now to stop future violence... maybe.

"Zeon lost. The faction I fought for was a successor to Zeon, after the Earth Federation responded with even heavier-handed oppression, but we still resorted to massively violent acts in our fight." Whether or not it was worth it wasn't her job to think about.

"So you did be being on the loosing side and trying to be getting revenge?"

That sounded interesting at least. She's used to being on the loosing side. As loathe as she is to admit. The light gods were stronger, had more followers, ruled the whole world.

The war was less of an all out one though and one that was fought quietly, weaved through every aspect of life.

"That original war was too long ago for me to participate." She... may or may not have existed? No one told her about the history of the timing on her cloning, after all. "I am a tool for Lord Glemy's revenge, though."

She just nodded, she didn't know who Lord Glemy was but she wouldn't be expected to, Ple Two's world was very different than her own.

"You do be killing his enemies for him?"

Just checking she has this right, the conversation has been confusing, she doesn't want to assume she understands.

This was a lot to try and compress, but she was doing her best with Buttercup's curiosity. "That was my sole mission." At least this part is easy to understand.

"It do be being a very important mission."

She sounded like she was doing very well, to have a mission like that. She had missions too but hers were smaller, given to her daily or weekly. She had never had one big mission for a long period of time. Not yet.

Maybe not never. Since she was here now.

"To him. To a few others. I'm not sure... what my place will be, when I return." Ple Two sighs. "It's complicated, because I know he's using me, but I'm not sure what else I can do."

He treats her well, but only to send her into battle...

Of course he was using her. That's what people did. Especially people in charge. It was strange she would think she could do anything else, or want to do anything else. Honestly.

"Will he be being very mad that you did be disappearing?"

If it wasn't for a handful of people, a gaggle of idiots trying to do their own thing, she wouldn't even believe it.

But those idiots were her hope.

"I... don't know if I'll return to find him alive, regardless?" The last moments before she came here were confusing to say the least.

"What will you be doing if he do be being dead?" She tilted her head, interested. It was hard to figure out Ple Two. In some way she seemed like the others, a light addled fool but in others, her story felt familiar. She understood it in ways she didn't understand Peter at all. Even with her talk of cities in space.

"That... I have no idea." Her one purpose in life would be gone, after all. "Survive, I suppose, first and foremost." Long enough to figure things out.

"That do be being a good initial plan. Survival do be being important." Especially if the person she served was gone, no purpose. It was a problem. But not one she had to worry about just now.

"We do no even be knowing if we can ever be going back, so you do probably no need to be worrying."

"Obviously, I am more likely to figure things out alive." That much is the only obvious part, however. "I... will have to simply see how that works out, and make the most of this in the meantime."

"It do be being very difficult to be figuring out things when you do be being dead." She agreed. She shrugged, "Well hopefully the gravity magic will be working again soon and then we can be figuring out everything else."

(no subject)

pleple - 2019-09-14 04:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

knifewithnoname - 2019-09-14 17:07 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only