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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[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.]

[ She's bleeding all over the back of the jeep and he can't concentrate for a moment, heart pounding unsteadily as he shoves the gas pedal down and gets them further away. He doesn't know who was firing, just knows that right now they were lucky they were a shitty shot. A good shot would have taken them both out instead of just shooting her in the shoulder. ]

Okay. Okay, put pressure on it, Sarah, and lay down low. Bandages are down under the seat, just- do what you can, okay? We're almost out of-- fuck--

[ There's a reason Sarah drives more and it's because with only one good eye, York's not exactly the best driver. He curses again, swerving to avoid uneven road and glances back at her in the rearview mirror (oh god so much blood--) ]

[She's already trying, of course, but she just nods, lowering herself as carefully as she can to lie down on the seat and rummaging underneath for the first-aid kit.

The blood soaks through the gauze immediately, no matter how many times she wraps it clumsily around her shoulder, but she does her best, wrapping it up until she's out of material and lying back, her eyes closing as she rests her head on the seat.]

I'm all right, York, just drive.

[She knows without looking that he'll be glancing back anxiously at her, but he needs to watch the road.]

[ Please, god, don't let her bleed out on the back seat.

York curses quietly at the slow shaking of the car-- they fucked up a tire, he realizes, and hisses his frustration as he turns sharply down into the slums not far from where they live. He has to take care, here; pulling over and inside into an abandoned garage, he slides out of the car just as soon as he's parked and shoves the back door open, sliding in to check on her. ]

Hey. Hey, sweetheart, talk to me here, c'mon.

I'm here, York.

[She opens her eyes, her gaze swimming for a moment before she manages to focus on his face, and tries to smile, but it's quickly replaced by a grimace of pain. There's blood everywhere, all over her hands and the seat, the bandage already soaked through.

She glances up behind him, out the window to their unfamiliar surroundings.]

This isn't home.

Nope. This is the building I'm dubbing "where I make sure Sarah doesn't bleed out."

[ Yeah, no smiling, it won't make him feel any better. He crawls up into the back seat with her and grabs another first-aid kit, opening it up, getting the biofoam they'd found not long ago. He hates using it, knows that it hurts like a bitch, but they don't have a lot of options. ]

C'mere, sweetheart. This hurts like a motherfucker and I'm sorry, but it's fast.

[ He draws her up into his lap and starts pushing aside bandages, getting the little nozzle ready, and pressing it into the mess of blood and torn skin, pushing the button so it sprays in and expands, filling the hole with the biofoam. ]

'M not gonna bleed out, York, it's not that bad.

[The blood loss is extensive enough to have an effect, though. She's nowhere near blacking out, but dark spots dance across her vision as York lifts her, and she grabs at his arm for support, heedless of the bloody fingerprints she leaves there.

Her grip tightens as he triggers the biofoam and it shoots into the wound, her face twisting in pain.]

Shit--

It's bad.

[ It's bad because she's hurt and he should have-- should have known or seen or just-- it's partially his fault. He wasn't paying enough attention and they should have brought a third or something, hell, he doesn't know.

Shhh, I know, he murmurs when her face twists like that, kissing her forehead lightly, holding her hand until everything eases just a little and then he's going for one of the sterilized needles with painkillers. ]

This okay?

Aren't you supposed to be reassuring me?

[She can't put any real humor in it, though, and it comes out sounding a lot weaker than she'd meant it to.

Sarah nods faintly, leaning her head heavily against York's chest as he readies the needle.]

Yeah.

Just-- don't talk right now, okay?

[ She should be saving her strength if anything. York does a quick job of preparing the area and then starts the injection of pain killers, tossing the needle when it's done, pushing a bandaid on the spot. ]

There. Should help a little for a while.

You with me?

[She doesn't bother nodding - too much effort - she just lets her eyes slide closed as he injects the painkillers.

When he speaks, she forces them open again, focusing on his face.]

I'm with you.

Should start kicking in any second, right?

[She can tell he's beating himself up over this, and she's trying to push through the pain enough to stay upbeat, though the way it's difficult to move belies that a little. The last thing they need is him panicking, or shutting down completely right now.]

[ York shifts up and over the seat, sitting in a puddle of blood, but not caring, just tugging her up against him so she's resting against his chest until the painkillers kick in. ]

Yeah, should be. Can't tell you how fast or anything.

[ :c He's not Delta, after all. Instead, he's fussing over her, pressing fingers against the foam to make sure it holds, light and careful and waiting for that painkiller to kick in. ]

You don't feel too light-headed or anything, right?

Blood loss wasn't too bad.

[...considering.

She doesn't try to move too much, all the same, just stays put, clinging to his shirt as he maneuvers them around. Once they're settled, she opens her eyes to look at him, pressing her bloody hand against his chest reassuringly.]

's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

[ He cradles her a little more carefully, kissing her cheek, just holding her for a long moment. ]

I can't-- you get it, right? I can't lose you, too.

[ Because she's the only one he's got left, now. He can't do this over and over again, getting close to people and losing them here. ]

I get it.

[She does. It's not the same for her - John's still here, and though she doesn't see him very often, she listens to his radio broadcasts religiously every night, just to hear his voice, just to reassure herself that he's survived another day.

But she knows - she's been there, she's lost everyone before, and she knows just how scary the prospect is.

She slides her hand up to York's face, moving a little clumsily, pulling him down for a kiss.]

We got lucky today.

[And that's as reassuring as she can offer. She can't promise that nothing will ever happen, that they'll be lucky enough to get off with a shoulder wound next time - she can't, because she doesn't know for sure.

But today, at least, they're safe.]

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