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⇨ POLARIS 3.0

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 115
Where: Polaris
What: On the morning of day 115, a couple hours before the technicians would come to pick up the test subjects, the escape plan will officially come into effect. If your character has been left out of the loop up till this point, feel free that someone hastily explains the plan during the initial phase! The meat of everything else will be played out via megathreads and any private toplevels people want to make.
Warnings: Probably violence.

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The plan starts with getting everyone out of their cells. Childermass is going to be using his Gilded Mark to enhance his shadow movement abilities, unabling him to teleport himself and other people out of containment. If your character has other ways of escaping they are free to pursue that, but on a base level, it can be assumed that everyone gets out thanks to Childermass. (Thanks Childermass!) Once everyone has been removed from their cells by some means or another, they will be forced to split into teams as swiftly as possible, as the moment people start breaking out, negative attention from the staff will start building. The area is poorly guarded at first, but as people become aware of the breakout, more will arrive.

Gild, speaking on behalf of her inside plant, will say that those that 1) want to get their stuff back, 2) want to find Ignatius, should get the assistance of their allied Deltas to access sector A5. From there, they will have to access Polaris's storage in A3, a neighbouring sector, and find access to C2, the station where Ignatius is being held. They should expect to be met with armed resistance, but with any luck allies will be there to assist them.

In general, characters will be most effective if they back one of these major objectives:

► TEAM LOOT: This team is trying to get back the items and pets that were confiscated when the group was brought into Polaris. Their objective, according to their allies on the inside, is to get to A5, and then make their way to A3. The important thing is being able to locate their stuff among a sea of other items, and to make it through security in order to reclaim it. Gild's plant has said that they will assist with this. After getting these items, Team Loot may wish to merge with Team Rescue.

► TEAM RESCUE: This team's primary focus is to get to A5 and then make their way to C2. If desired, they may wait for or join with Team Loot, or they may strike out ahead in order to take advantage of the element of surprise. The key factors are obtaining a way to access C2, as well as being prepared for armed conflict with the technicians guarding it, as well as possibly the Mother of Invention herself. Though, the ideal is that Gild will be distracting here at that time.

► TEAM DISTRACTION: This team can do their thing wherever they please, as their main intent is to sew general discord and distract the staff from the teams doing more important things. They should be prepared for armed resistance, but what tactics they pursue beyond that point are highly variable.

► TEAM FORTRESS: This team is attempting to set up a protective base of operations in the original sector in order to survive the conflict and protect their noncombatant comrades. How they accomplish this is also highly variable.

Other objectives may exist, of course, and can be made with their own separate top levels. Chunks of these megathreads will have to be played out in summary form, so when characters are simply trying to get from place to place and specifics aren't necessary, feel free to stick to that format. Assume that everyone is already out of their cells for the purpose of the megathreads.

Here is a shitty map of how the sectors connect, from a side view of the central Polaris hub.

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Sans will head to anyone on the borders of the staff area, guarding the teleporter or looking for supplies. He'll walk right up to them with an unusual gait, staring silently for a few moments before speaking in a voice that is his but without any of his usual inflection:

"I should have known this batch would be fun," he says, with a lofty kind of air. "Your old master always made things so interesting."

Syrlya's grip on his sword (his proper sword, now that Lambert's crew brought it back) as he moves to intercept the direction Sans is moving (was moving), expression tense. They should have expected this.

"The Mother of Invention, isn't it?"

Sans raises his hands placatingly, stopping where he is. There is no sign of stress or worry, just a simple gesture suggesting that now is not the time to fight.

"The sword is unnecessary," he says. "I have not come to fight."

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"And I would rather not fight one of my allies." His expression curls back in distaste. 'Haven't come to fight' like she didn't earn a fight by kidnapping and experimenting on them.

He narrows his eyes as he regards Sans' visor. Too many eyes, too much she might be seeing right now. "If you have something to say, spit it out now."

"That's good," he says outloud to Syrlya more than the Mother of Invention, only because he read body language and is now accessing the situation. Yet he hasn't seen Sans this calm in a while and part of him senses something is up.

His visor scans both Sans and Syrlya, glancing them over. It's a gamble to reveal himself he realizes, given Sans can scan him in return, but this was his partner and he'd rather him not another brainwashed toy again.

And here, Carly had thought things were going well. Reclothed in her cloak of shadows, magic floating softly in her veins, bow on her back...she could take anything on!

Except of course, her friends. Carly's throat seems to rebel against her when Sans- rather, the Mother' first speaks. She is left choking, and gaping at the skeleton, while Syrlya seems to easily step in and ready.

Her eyes widen- but shaking herself off at last, she finds herself gripping the bow. Despite, of course, the statement 'not here to fight'.

"...As he said," she finally manages with an air of forced calm. "We have little patience for those who would call all of this, 'fun'."

She does suppose Tyki is right that it's 'good' the goal is no fighting. ...For now.

Edited (So that it makes sense after tyki sob) 2018-11-06 21:15 (UTC)

Sans turns to look at Tyki blankly, though the grin on his face curves as he recognizes who it is. His visor reads Tyki's new designation. A Beta. How clever.

"Clever, clever, how very clever," Sans says, turning to Tyki fully now. "You changed your implant... who taught you how to do that? I've never had a group figure that out so quickly..."

Zangetsu hangs nearby, his sword now large enough to have to be carried on his back instead of at his hip. Ha. Haven't come to fight, his feathery white ass. He bites back a snarky retort, willing to let Syrlya handle the talking.

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"Well, we are full of surprises." And then Syrlya twists his sword out of the way and lunges forward to try and pull Sans' visor off and disrupt her view through it.

Full of surprises indeed. Carly to her credit doesn't flinch when Syrlya moves- instead she moves as well. Seeing how close or far everyone is from each other is tricky but when it comes to distance at least she can compensate by using sound and memorized measurements- and she's had a few days to sort That out.

With a grunt, she launches a small but concentrated jet of flame to help Syrlya's attempt- maybe if she's lucky, hellfire melts visor material even when depowered?. Her aim is to not hit Syrlya of course...but as it is, her own power here is limited in more ways than one.

"You'll pardon me if I don't answer that, Mother," he responds with a neutral tone. He's not here to antagonize her, nor does he want to fight Sans in general if she chooses to.

Not that he has to wait long for someone else to act, glancing at Syrlya and Carly moving forward to try to grab the visor and hopefully not injure Sans in the process. There's a lot of deep seated effort not to launch something rude Carly's way at using fire.

Syrlya goes for the grab, but Sans seems ready for him. The skeleton calmly but quickly puts out a hand, grabbing hold of Syrlya's soul and throwing him back against the wall. As he does this, though, Carly's fire hits him right across the face.

He staggers back a step and then straightens up, mechanical in his movements. The front of the visor looks a bit seared, and so does the neighbouring bone.

"You can destroy this body if you prefer," he says. "I have more."

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"Mngh-!" Shoot- a bit...too much there.

But she doesn't make More fire. "I think we can settle for blinding your devices, at this point..!" She does not manage to hold much strength of tone as she says this however. That...

That seemed more like a 'Sans thing', that.

And that's worrying.

Syrlya hits the wall with a thud, hissing through his teeth as he braces against it to keep himself standing. It takes him a moment to focus his gaze back on Sans, blinking rapidly as he tries to pull himself back together.

"Remove their visors and disable them!" A direction he hopes is clear enough for everyone. Shimmer should be able to remove the chips, but he doesn't want to risk revealing her position yet.

He hopes he doesn't have to specify not to kill them.

Well, this is very a thing Papyrus didn't want to find, when he came over to see what all the noise was about.

So far he's found one reliable way of taking his mind-controlled brother without killing him, and it's regretably an inheritance from the time that he did... But while people spend their time fighting more directly, Papyrus focuses his limited power into trying to form a bone of dust. One of near catatonic sleep, hopefully something deep enough that the Mother of Invention can't force him to act through.

He keeps to the back, tries to make it look like he's summoning a barrage of regular bones, and keeps watch for a good chance to get in close and thrust the dust into Sans' face.

The fire again makes him a little aggressive, glancing over at Carly for a moment and then Syrlya at him getting thrown. It's familiar, too familiar, his eyes narrowing with a sharp growl from his throat. It's a jerk reaction on his part to move from his spot towards Sans but he's not attacking, not even trying to grab for the visor. Instead he turns to put himself in between Sans and the others even if he knows he's not fast enough nor strong enough to stop any of them right now without major effort.

"Enough," he growls, his voice low and threatening, his tail lashing behind him, "Removing the visor isn't going to do a damned thing. Trust me on that!"

"Allow me to speak and no harm will come to this vessel," Sans says, eyeing Papyrus carefully. "I only wish to offer an exchange... your freedom, for the Summer Fae you're hiding over there."

He points in the direction of the shop where people are holing up.

Carly grimaces more as Tyki's words cut, her shamed flare of light hidden only because of her cloak. As the Mother continues however, her shame turns to rage. Voice flat, she looks around Tyki to 'Sans'. "And if we don't?" She asks stonily, already sounding very much like the answer would be 'no' no matter what if it were her.

Syrlya peels himself from the wall, but stops pursuing Sans a second time as Tyki jumps in the way. He knows it'll take more than the visor, but sometimes you have the disable part of the threat first to deal with the rest.

He narrows his eyes. "Absolutely not."

He already knows it would only end with it getting twisted around to screw them over anyway. Nothing worth betraying what is apparently an ally now.

Zangetsu speaks up finally, flippant as always.

"I'm gonna go with 'no'. I'm not a huge fan of stabbing my allies in the back unless it's absolutely necessary."

Plus, he doesn't want anything she has to offer.

Tyki's ears cant backwards towards the Mother of Invention but he keeps his eyes forward. If he accepted such a deal it would have to come with a lot of other things. Plus, he would need his power back and a proper deal to be made. It's just his hands are tied even if friends came and went just as easily.

His silence is something he favors right now, figuring everyone else's answer is enough.

Papyrus watches right back, not hiding the part where he's still stockpiling regular bones to fling if the fighting begins again, and otherwise staying back.

Because for now? Talking is good. Talking is time to think of plans, time for other friends to come over, time for the Mother to talk and get bored and leave his body, hopefully. Or wait until she gets frustrated enough to attack, if she pushes more.

"I see," Sans says, apparently not surprised or overly worried about their response. "Then allow me to observe unimpeded, and I will give you that time to prepare... before I come to take you myself."

She tenses on the spot. Such...confidence, the Mother has. She shouldn't be surprised- this is a Faerie who was confident enough to lock another one up for experimentation, certainly that alone said something didn't it?

Yet it's so chilling to simply hear it that way...

Worse still, when she thinks about how the Mother would be doing it through Sans. The entire time, in fact.

(And what can they do about that aspect? Nothing. As the 'Mother' said, there are other vessels, and they aren't limited by those visors. Instead they get to find their own ways to work around it)

Carly's eyes move over the singed bone- and with a swallow, she lights her hand with her golden, healing flame.

"...If you're going to stand here, like this, I want to do something then. ...For Sans- not you," she adds, narrowing her eyes. After a split second pause, she mutters to Tyki- lest he assume anything of her words and actions.

"...it's healing flame. ...I... ...What she did to my eyes," Carly explains bitterly, not looking to Sans as she speaks, "Is... ...I can't judge distance as safely as I thought..."

"If you'd like to heal my vessel, I won't stop you," Sans says. "I would rather it stay intact."

► SANS BOT (GROUP THREAD)

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