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Morgana Faith


“I don’t know why you’re both looking to me to guide you; I’ve never been to Frankfurt either and I don’t speak a word of German.” Spoken German anyway; Morgana had studied German magical practises and ritual formulas, of course, but that wouldn’t help them find a nice restaurant.

Morgana stepped out of the car as they reached the OMR office, placing the hat Faye had returned to her back on her head once she was free of the vehicles confines; she had activated the circuits within the brim a few times on the journey out of curiosity, but it didn’t seem to have suffered much for being activated by non-human magic. The circuits had proved to be more resilient to that sort of thing than she had anticipated.

“I’ve been to Berlin once or twice, on conferences as Amanda said, but I was too busy with work to behave like a tourist. I barely left the hotel.” In fact, she was supposed to be attending a conference here sometime in the next few months, assuming it wouldn’t be cancelled due to the current situation; a showcase of the latest work coming out of the newly opened OMR labs in Eastern Europe she believed. Hopefully it would include some research carried out in Germany as well no doubt, despite the country somewhat straddling the line between east and west; a lot of interesting work had been coming out of Germany in the past few years, most of it from the western part of the country but the eastern side had made a lot of contributions as well ever since the Iron Curtain fell. The surge of new ideas coming from behind the wall had brought with it a lot of advancements and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the country was at the forefront of modern magical innovations right now. A far cry from a few hundred years ago when all you ever heard from German mages was another story of another fool making a deal with a demon.

So many demons.

Spinning on her heel, Morgana turned to face Amanda . “Let’s just ask someone inside for a recommendation.” She glanced in Faye’s direction before turning back to the android. “Somewhere with a good dessert menu.”

@Kumbaris@13org
Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer


“Oh boy; where should I start?” Rather than sit Sumiye opted to stay standing as she addressed the room, offering a brief glance to the botanist and the astronaut before focusing her attention back on the captain; despite the ominous opening line and the attention directed her way she managed to project an air on nonchalance as she spoke, a placid look on her face. A hand reached for the screen tucked into the waistband of her half open overalls, only to second guess herself and stuff both hands into her pockets instead; she knew the damaged enough to give a report without it. “Well, the good news is that there’s no threat of a reactor meltdown, so we’re not going to blow up. The bad news is that this ship is never getting off the ground.”

The acting-Chief Engineer let that sink for a moment of two before continuing. “I don’t say that because we can’t fix what’s wrong with it; the Thucydides is structurally sound, there are no hull breaches and aside from the FTL drives and the underside of the ship there’s surprisingly little damage to our key systems. Life support is still online, the main engines are fine aside from a coolant leak which has already been fixed; we’re running everything on low power just to be safe, but once we run some safety tests we’ll be able to bring things back up to full. Weapons, short-range communication, sensors… all banged up but nothing we can’t fix given enough time. She took a beating but in the grand scheme of things all we need to do is buff out the dents and give her a wax.”

A simplification of matters and an understatement of just how much work was involved, but it summed things up well enough. The Thucydides was in good shape, all things considered; the problem lay elsewhere.

“I say it because ships of this type were never designed to operate in-atmosphere. It doesn’t have the thrust-to-weight ratio to lift its own mass inside a gravity well; especially not one of near-Earth strength like this one appears to be. We’ve lost almost 40% of our manoeuvring thrusters but even if we repaired all of them and fired them all at once they wouldn’t move us an inch. The main engine is functional and once we restore coolant flow we’ll be able to power it up again, but even if we somehow managed to point this thing towards the sky the engines can’t produce enough oomph for us to take off.”

The days of erecting towers and pointing rockets at the sky to get things into space was a thing of the past, though maybe the Captain was old enough to remember those days. The Thucydides was constructed in space, piece by piece, from compartments built in dry docks like the one she used to work at, lifted into orbits by space elevators or short range transports and put together in the cold and empty vacuum of space. It had likely never even felt the touch of air on its hull before the crash; it was never intended to.

“Which brings us to our main problem; the FTL is down. The whole thing. I don’t know why and neither does anyone on its maintenance crew; I’ve already spoken to Senior Engineer Tomlinson about it. All we know is that the drive failed all at once, kicked us out of hyperspace and left us where we are. And if that wasn’t bad enough the drive is tied into the same system as our long range communications relay, so that is down as well; meaning we have no way to call for help other than to send out a regular, sub-light speed radio communication and hope someone picks it up sometime in the next few millennia.”

No Faster-Than-Light travel also meant no Faster-Than-Light communication, which was kind of a big deal considering that was how almost all communication across the vast darkness of space was conducted. Light speed was just too slow to get anything done.

“In short, we’re stranded and we have no way of sending a distress call. But, if you want to send out an expedition I can divert some more resources towards getting the hangar bay and our short-range shuttles repaired.”

@Kumbaris@deadpixel101@DracoLunaris
Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer


As always, news travelled quickly on a military vessel. There was no method of communication faster than a well-developed grapevine of people with too much spare time on their hands and before she even had time to adjust to the announcement of her new responsibilities herself, anyone and everyone was looking to her for answers.

Answers that she currently did not have.

Sumiye had only just finished a conference call with the other senior engineers, each person calling in from different parts of the ship to relay status updates, inform each other of problems, devise solutions and begin the long and arduous process of putting the Thucydides back together, when the next headache knocked on the door of her quarters/office. She looked up from the screen in her hand, turning away from a typed out message to the EVA team requesting someone who didn’t mind swimming through coolant two hundred degrees below zero to fix a few pipes as she gave the person on the other side of the door permission to enter. The door slid to the side to reveal a woman in military dress, the unfamiliar crewmember snapping off an unnecessary salute before taking exactly one step across the threshold and stopping again. “Chief Engineer.”

“No.”

Confusion flashed across a young face before they were able to school themselves. “Ma’am? E-excuse me?”

“I’m not the chief engineer; that’s still Chief Gottfried. I’m a senior engineer, or acting chief engineer if you prefer.” Looking back to the screen Sumiye pressed send on the EVA request before moving on to the next item of import on her long, long list of things to do today. It wasn’t until a minute or two later that she looked up and realised that the crew member was still standing there. Sighing, she placed the screen down on her desk and turned in her chair to face them fully. Maybe she had been a little too harsh there, but over the past few hours she found more and more people referring to her by a title that wasn’t hers, that she hadn’t earned; some did it jokingly, some more seriously, but either way she had to nip it in the bud before it became a thing.

Sumiye wasn’t the chief; he was still laid out in the infirmary. Alive. Even if he wasn’t that still wouldn’t make her chief; that whole ‘field promotion because your superior officer died’ didn’t apply to civilians and was morbid as hell even it is did. She wanted no part in it, as a joke or otherwise.

No reason to take that out on some random enlisted who didn’t mean any harm though. “What did you need?”

“The captain has requested your presence in her quarters ma’am. She wants your report on the current situation.”

She shouldn’t have asked. Leaning back in her chair Sumiye suppressed a groan, hiding it under the guise of turning away to retrieve her portable screen. “She’s requesting I go there now?” A nod from the crew member had the acting-chief engineer stomping down on another groan as she stood from her chair, tucked her screen into her overalls and moved towards the door.

“Alright, tell her I’m on my way.”
Sumiye King – Senior Engineer


“I need a report guys, come on! Give me the bad news.”

The engine decks of the Thucydides were abuzz with activity as soon as Sumiye and her crew were given clearance to leave their quarters and get back to their stations and their work, which at the moment meant assessing the damage to the ships primary means of sub-lightspeed propulsion and finding out what was what. The senior engineer read through the periodic updates from her team on a portable terminal as she walked through the halls, stopping to check on a system every now and then as she made her way towards the main engine room herself to check it in person.

Her engineers down there were reporting no major damage to the engines themselves, which was good; they were operational and more importantly showed no signs of energy leaks or surges. She’d ordered them shut down anyway, just to be on the safe side; the last thing they needed was for the damn things to overload and finish the job that the FTL had started by blowing up the whole ship. It had turned out to the correct decision when some of her other engineers found out that a bunch of pipes had burst a few decks down, pissing coolant at an alarming rate and simultaneous flooding and freezing the rear lower decks. Despite the leaks making entire sections of the ship uninhabitable, the lack of coolant also meant that it the engines weren’t shut down they would eventually overheat.

They’d stopped the flow for now and were already making plans to patch the pipes and restore flow to the engines. She just hoped they could salvage some of the lost coolant or else they might not have enough to run the engines at full power.

Aside from the main engines, the manoeuvring thrusters were about 60% operational; a few of them had burned themselves out trying to steer the runaway ship away from the planet and then directing it towards the chosen landing site once that wasn’t an option. That accounted for about 5 to 10% of the losses, with the remainder being lost to the crash itself. Therein lay the problem. 60% would be enough to control the ship, if just barely, were it not for the fact that most of the working thrusters were location on top of and at the back of the ship; the damaged ones were mostly located on the underside, as anything down there that wasn’t very sturdy was basically crushed under the not inconsiderable weight of the ship itself when it touched down.

Sumiye let out a sigh.

At least the hull hadn’t been breached, as far as she could tell. They’d probably have to head outside and check that themselves at some point though, just to be safe. Probably the biggest task they had ahead of them was just going to be manually checking all of the things that the sensors around the ship were currently telling them, since they couldn’t be sure that they hadn’t been damaged in the crash as well.

“Has anyone heard from the Chief? He should have gotten in touch with me by now.”

A few second passed before a response came in, Sumiye stopping in her tracks as the first line of text appeared.

[Chief Gottfried injured in crash.]

[Currently in medbay.]

[Unconscious and non-responsive.]

[You’re in charge now.]

“Shit.”
Morgana Faith


Her head was killing her.

Thankfully that was the only thing Morgana had to deal with. With everything that had just happened she was lucky to be walking away from this with nothing more than a headache and some fatigue. Collapsing as she had was no big deal; she was simply feeling the effects of overtaxing herself in creating a three-layered sealing ritual on the fly while being bombarded with eldritch energy without her usual protections in place. Her own fault really; she may have cut a few corners along the way, made things inefficient and compensating for it by pumping more mana than was wise into it. Worth it in the end, the dagger needed to be sealed away.

Her seal wouldn’t last forever, but the last she saw the artefact was being placed in a containment box by some men in uniform. Might be best to check up on that herself later; make sure the technicians understood what they were dealing with.

Just as soon as the stars faded from her vision.

Luckily, even without her wards she wasn’t as sensitive to that kind of thing as the fae or demons were, otherwise things might have been worse; having magic be a core part of your being had its upsides, but also its downsides. Instead of going through what Faye had the sensation Morgana was feeling now was not entirely unlike a hangover, just without the fun part leading up to it.

It might be worth making a few more warded items once she got a chance, so she wouldn’t have to give her up hat should this happen again. She already knew the design for the wards, though they wouldn’t be much use for the non-magical members of the team and she had no idea how her circuits would work when activated by elven or shamanistic magic; fae magic either for that matter, though it seemed to function well enough under pressure. Rituals made by other people never worked as well as ones that you created yourself either, so the drop in effectiveness would need to be accounted for. Maybe a set of linked items that would all activate at once should she activate hers? That posed its own risks though and potentially outweighed the benefits of wards in the first place.

Something to think about.

Once the stars went away.

Amanda approached her as she was thinking and asked if she and Xaviron wanted to see the sights. “Are we tourists now? We just discovered that this arms smuggling ring may be dealing in eldritch artefacts alongside everything else they’re suspected of; is this really the time to be seeing the sights?”

Morgana had been planning on working after all this was finished, probably late into the night. Once she had checked in on the artefact to make sure that it was properly contained, which was not her job but she would be doing it anyway, she needed to re-key the wards on her clothes and purge them of any lingering energies, examine the circuits on her hat to make sure Faye’s mana hadn’t corrupted them in any way, then contact her lab back in England to check-up on her assistants and see how their projects were going. Not to mention the fact that she wanted to look into what she had found in the warehouse a little more; the teleportation circle had been on her mind since she saw it and she had a few ideas on how to go about finding out who made it.

She would make a start on all of that once this briefing was over. Just as soon as her head stopped…

Oh whatever, it could wait a day.

“Yes, fine. I could use a night off.”

@Kumbaris
As it stands I can finish Gotsumon's explanation with my next post and give everyone the holidays for character interactions before I push out our inciting incident to start some action. I feel like I can take care of our slack by controlling our open characters and use them for something I had planned for later and turn them into NPCs. Sound like a plan?


Yeah, that sounds fine to me. I'm looking forward to some character interaction; I feel like a lot of RPs don't leave much room for that.
I'm interested in this. Been writing a lot of fantasy lately, so it'll be good to do some sci-fi for a change.
I'm interested.
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