singularityderp | Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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Dark Future Meme (as requested)

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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Yeah.

[She doesn't turn to look at him, just stays leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and stroking her fingers idly over his ribcage.]

Dreamed he just popped in right over your shoulder and started offering advice. Just like he'd never been gone.

[She smiles wistfully, remembering, but then hesitates, raising her head to look at York's face apologetically.]

--sorry.

I shouldn't have said anything.

[ He doesn't know what to say to that. He dreams about it, too-- dreams about waking up, about feeling that warmth in the back of his mind, the quiet assurance of Delta that he was right there, that no, Sean, I wouldn't leave. York doesn't mention that, though, not even to Sarah. ]

No-- [ he has to pause, clear his throat because his voice is too uneven, quiet. ] No. It's-- okay.

Better good ones than bad, huh?

Yeah.

[There've been enough bad ones.

Sarah looks at him for a moment, and then leans forward for a kiss, curling her hand into his hair and letting her eyes slip closed.

There are no words she can say that can help.

She pulls back, looking at him a moment more, and then rolls off him and up to a sitting position, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.]

We better get moving.

Mm.

[ York leans into her, kissing her back, soft and sweet and he hates it-- god he hates knowing that it's possible she's not coming back, that he's not coming back. There aren't any other choices, though, not like this.

Sarah swings her legs off the bed, and York follows with a kiss at the curve of her throat, and a stroke of fingers over the small of her back. ]

Go shower, I'll get the coffee and some toast ready.

Okay.

[She smiles at the little signs of affection, allowing herself a moment to lean against his shoulder, squeezing his hand lightly before she lets go and heads for the shower.

She reappears a few moments later, heading straight for the coffeepot and inhaling the scent with obvious relish.

Mmm.

[She slides in at the table next to York, smiling as she lifts the mug with both hands.

Your coffee's always so much better than mine.

[ He'll take what he can get-- those small moments of affection are the best, honestly.

She heads for the shower, and York heads for the kitchen, spreading butter on toast, getting their coffee ready with the ease of someone who does this every morning, or near enough. ]

Years of making it, that's all.

And why do you think that's your job?

[Because her coffee is nearly undrinkable, by comparison. Sarah shoots him a smile, nudging his leg playfully with her foot as she snags a piece of toast.]

So what's the plan today?

[She nods to the notebook lying on the other side of the table.]

M'okay with being coffee bitch.

[ He tangles his leg with hers, playful right back, and then tugs the notepad over, after taking a bite of his toast and chewing. ]

Dunno. Gonna need supplies again soon, we're running low on a few things. I wanted to see if I could get any more spare weapons, too. Gonna start looking back into getting into her systems.

[Sarah nods, all business as she leans over to look at the notebook.]

We've got the supplies cache in sector 12, but it hasn't been restocked in awhile. We should probably look into trading for more, or seeing what John can spare.

[She hesitates, looking up at him.]

...think you can do any good in there?

[It's not that she doubts you, honey, it's just that...well. It's dangerous, messing around in the AI's systems, and a lot of people have tried with nothing but regrets to show for it.]

[ Truth be told, he'd prefer to leave John out of this. Not out of lack of capabilities, but because Sarah doesn't need that stress right now, not with everything else. ]

I've got a few friends who'll trade if I can get them into some places, so no worries there.

[ Her question, though, makes him pause. ]

Dunno. I want to say eventually, yeah.

[Sarah frowns, brooding over her coffee.]

Just don't want you drawing attention to yourself for nothing.

[They both know what happens to people who attract Hypatia's attention.

But she also knows that getting in there is the only hope they really have for ever putting an end to this.

She sighs, and tries to smile, resting her hand over York's where it lies on the table and squeezing gently.]

Anything I can do to help?

Can't gain anything without taking risks, Sarah.

[ Not that he wants to take too many risks, not with how dangerous things get. There's a resistance, but he doesn't wantto draw unneeded attention to anyone and risk them.

His reasons for wanting to get into her systems aren't noble or unselfish though. Delta's still there and so are others. He can't leave Delta there forever. ]

Yeah. You feel up to coming?

I know.

[Of course she does. And she knows, too, the real reason York wants to get back into Hypatia's systems. He wants to see her shut down as much as the rest of them do, of course, but she doesn't have to ask to know that he's thinking about Delta.

She has her doubts about whether saving Delta is possible - if there's any hope left for him at all. But she doesn't voice them, just smiles and throws back the rest of her coffee.]

Of course I do.

Cool.

[ Except not really. Every time he asks, he wants her to stay behind, wants her to stay back and stay safe, because that's the best option in his mind, but he knows she'll never go for it, and he'd never suggest it. ]

I'll make some calls. We'll head out in 10?

[Sarah just nods in agreement, sliding out of her seat to set dishes in the sink.]

I'll get the car ready.

[She pauses on her way back through the kitchen, setting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in for a quick kiss.]

Don't be late.

I'm never late.

[ He kisses back, just as briefly, and doesn't bother to take care of the dishes-- he never, ever does, because they'll always be there to do when they get home and it's just...habit by now. Like if he does them, somehow, things will go wrong. It doesn't make sense, but not a whole lot does anymore.

A few calls get made, and York's sliding out to the car soon enough, nodding. ]

Just us. Got the back packed up-- we're headed to one of the east terminals. There's gonna be people, so we have some armor we'll have to put on before we get there.

[Sarah's in the driver's seat already, doing a few last checks of the maps, noting the last known position of any hostiles. It's not just Hypatia's army they have to worry about - with things this bad and supplies this scarce, there are plenty of people desperate to survive, willing to do whatever they have to to get by. Not everyone's lucky enough to have vehicles and supply caches and safe places to sleep.

She nods, folding the map and tucking it away, and starts up the car.]

We'll stop when we're close, get armor on and try and get a look at what we're up against before we barge in.

[Not everyone is lucky enough to have remote sensors, either, but having a son who's a leader in the resistance has its perks.]

[ He quirks his lips up at her instructions, nodding silently; they think along the same lines a lot of the time, now. Common sense, partially, and also partially because just like with Delta, when you live with someone in such close quarters for so long and fight with them, too, then you get to know all the finer nuances to a personality. ]

Gotcha.

[ He slides the key in and starts the car up with a slow purr-- he'd worked on the engine himself, just to make sure it wouldn't ever screw up on them, and then pulled out, gun at his side like always. ]

[They head out, making for one of Hypatia's installations. Her reach had spread beyond the station now, with small remote stations scattered around the planet, letting her keep an eye on the residents, letting her watch for any AI that may have escaped the surge of repurposing on Sacrosanct.

It's dangerous, getting close to the installations. But it's dangerous for Hypatia as well - they're all linked directly back to her, under her control; they have to be, for them to be of any use to her.

And that means that they're a weak spot. A vulnerability, that the resistance can exploit.

If they can get in.

Sarah glances over at York as they get close, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the pistol in her lap.]

See anything?

[ ( if he'd been a little faster, a little better, he could have saved Delta from that, too, he's sure of it. )

He pushes those thoughts out and focuses instead on keeping a watch out the other side, rifle in hand, making sure they don't miss anything on their way there. His gear is in the back-- he'd at least put the chest armor on just because he was too lazy to carry it in his arm with everything else, but the rest of their gear was in the back seat. ]

All clear on the right side. Left clear?

Looks good.

[She's not really expecting any trouble - things have been fairly quiet lately, thankfully. She's eager to get this over with and get away from the AI's base as quickly as possible - and so maybe, just maybe, she isn't quite as vigilant or as thorough in her search as she usually would have been.

She pulls over, turning the key in the ignition and nodding to the backseat.]

Let's get suited up.

[ He almost says something like "I know I do" just to see if he can get a grin out of her for it, but he bites it back for the moment, instead closing his eyes, sighing a little. ]

Yay, tons of armor. My absolute favorite, lemme tell you.

[ He hops out of the car and starts ambling around to her side to meet her and-- well, it's all well and good until he gets to her back, angled off to the side and-- something doesn't feel right.

He doesn't know what it is but he's spent years in the military-- almost half of his life, honestly, if he really wants to depress himself, and whatever it is sure as fuck doesn't feel right. ]

...Hey, listen, why don't you get in the --

[She's taken a bit longer getting out of the car, gathering up the keys and everything else they'll need before hopping out herself.

She turns to York, and where once she might have blown off his concerns and pushed ahead regardless, now she trusts him enough to pay attention to his worried look.]

What's wr-

[But it's too late, because she's already slammed the door shut, turning to face York without taking the time to scan the landscape for threats, and York's truncated suggestion is all the warning she gets before her shoulder suddenly explodes with pain. Sarah cries out, one hand coming up to clutch uselessly at the wound as she falls to her knees, her legs suddenly unable to support her.]

[ Just a weird feeling, he wants to say, but swallows it down, shaking his head and by the time he has time to say or think anything else, he hears not the shot, but the impact of bullet hitting flesh.

Sarah collapses to her knees just like that and York doesn't hesitate- his weapon gets drawn and he jerks Sarah back behind him, grabbing the front door of the jeep, opening it and using it as cover.

He's spattered in blood but he can't help that right now, hissing as he, as gently as he can, grabs her by her shirt and picks her up, practically shoving her in the back as he climbs in and hears the bullet hit the ground where she was just kneeling. He takes the keys from her without any sort of question, and jams them in, starting it in a rush and starts, escaping as fast as he can, hearing the metallic ping of bullets hitting their car. ]

--Sweetheart, talk to me here--

[It takes her a moment, though, before she's able to respond. It had all happened so quickly, and she's still gasping in shock and pain, her mind racing.

York's voice brings her back, a little, and she blinks rapidly, her fingers fumbling over her shoulder as she tries to focus.]

Think it - went right through. No shrapnel, but I can't -

[She hisses in pain as the car hits a pothole, jostling her and slamming her shoulder against the seat. The bullet had gone through, which meant they wouldn't have to remove it, but it also meant that she was losing blood from both sides, and unable to get enough pressure to staunch the flow from either.]

Can't stop the blood.

[She bites back the it hurts, York, because he knows, he knows it hurts, and saying so won't do anything to help them right now.]

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