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It was 3 in the morning but space knew no time.
The planet of Void was ever-present in the windows and viewports of the I.S.V. Keplica, and had been for the past two years. The flagship of the U.S.E. navy hung over the planet like an axe. As well as it's frigates, which hugged the suffocating ball of mud like flies on shit. The large flagship, which had been responsible for the planet's scorching in the first place, served as the main headquarters for the Interceptors. It was meant to be temporary, but as months turned into years and the Voidants refused to die, the situation became more of a permanent one. Even though the time on earth was about 2 PM central currently, the concept of time for many of the people aboard the I.S.V. Keplica had simply fallen apart. After the years of being stationary, the schedule of shifts and duties had changed with haphazard care so that crew members were sleeping at 10 in the morning and waking up for their work at 11 at night. Most of them didn't care, it was all the same in orbit anyhow.
The I.S.V. Keplica had been stationed diligently around the planet, and aside from the few weeks of shore leave it had in the weeks after the scorching, it had been busy around the clock. There was almost something always going on in the massive destroyer. 3 times it had been orbital bombardment. 4 times it had been shortages. Once, it was mutiny. 2 times it had even seen battle: Once from when a ship had tried to leave Void, and another time when a ship had approached the planet without permission. On top of all this, Interceptors were of course being deployed and brought back 24/7. At first there were only a few Interceptors, but as more and more Voidants turned up, more and more Interceptors were needed to cover the whole of it. Now almost half of the crew itself was actually Interceptors. Most of which were either coming, going, or grabbing a few winks between.
It was 3 in the morning but space knew no time.
At this particular moment, a small cheerful ding-dong! in the intercom of the ship meant that an announcement was soon forthcoming. The crew didn't know what it was for but knew it was A.N.N.A. before her voice even came over the speakers: It was the silence, that's how they knew. When most people used the intercom, like the captain, there was almost always small background noises a few seconds before they spoke. Maybe talking in the room, objects being moved around, buttons being pressed, or even just the low hum of an empty room. However when A.N.N.A. used the intercom, there was never any sound in the background. Like her voice was coming out from nothing, or like it was from the ship itself.
"Captain Alexander Brodrick and Sargeant Ona Sumford; please make your way to the ship's briefing room. It is of complete urgence, thank you." was what the A.I. had said before the intercom cut, with no detail as to it's urgency. They would have to find out on their own.
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Voidant
The sun was setting over the horizon of Void, at least from the view atop of Breaker Hill. Not like anyone could see the orange hew of the sunset. The surface of the hill was barren, along with it's dilapidated streets and empty buildings. Most of Breaker Hill's residence had long since abandoned the sun and the sky. Instead, they remained under the earth, and inside what was once a massive shopping complex: A mall was what made the difference between life and death. Of course, it wasn't a mall anymore. Two years and hundreds of survivors after the scorching had made it into a massive and thriving community. Not by convenience, certainly, but by necessity and incredible circumstance.
It was hard, in those early days. The first to arrive looted the storefronts for supplies. People quickly became stir-crazy as they could no longer tell the passage of time in the sunless environment. More people came, and with them, mouths to feed. There was shortages of every sort, infighting, and in some few cases even murder. They tried to make sustainable solutions like underground farms and wells, but lacked the raw resources to do so. All things lead toward inevitable ruin, and it would have been their tomb... If it had not been for the Voidants.
No one could remember the first, as they seemed to come out from the woodwork. The first one arrived in Breaker Hill about a year and a half ago, looking for loot, but found the dying embryo of a community. She stayed for a small time, teaching the refugees there what she did and how she survived, before leaving a few days later back to the surface. No one there had even been up above ground, and that's when some of them decided to become Breaker Hill's own team of Voidants. They left, ignoring dangerous hazards and risking their lives to bring back the supplies they needed. Gradually more people came to Breaker Hill, and more Voidants were made. Nancy being of course it's most notable example.
Currently, he slowly roused from his sleep. He was inside an old bathtub in one of the abandoned store-fronts. A bathroom retailer of some kind, he supposed. He groggily got up, kicking the empty bottles of beer away from his makeshift bed as he stumbled outside. In front of him was the central plaza of the complex. A large clearing where various people ambled about, and several large makeshift stands sold various tools and items. All supplied for by Voidants like Nancy... Or, at least, Voidants that Nancy had been. Now he just used his reputation and wealth of supplies to live permanently within the complex.
As he stood there, starting to remember what exactly had prompted him to even get up out of his tub this morning, a familiar woman approached him. Her name was Jynn. One of Nancy's various "apprentices" who were desperate enough to take up being Voidants but not without seeking his advisement. Nancy did his best to keep her alive when she left Breaker Hill on runs, and she in turn offered to manage his personal affairs in the subterranean colony. Namingly; doing the thing that he was just starting to remember he ought to be doing.
"Nancy, people have been lookin' around for you since this morning... Where-" she began to say. Before she could finish her thought, Nancy whipped around, snapping his fingers and confidently pointing a finger gun at her.
"Drinking and crying a little bit in between. Do you want to do me a favor?"
"No."
"Thanks, I need you to gather those new Voidant gals that came into the settlement the other day. Bring them to me, if you could."
"Sure, but what am I supposed to tell them? I know it might shock you, Nancy, but not everyone actually wants to see you."
"Let them know that it's in their best interest. Either by wallet or good nature, whichever suits them more."
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@Quake @ze_kraken @Mandala @MrCalcium @Kuno @Mglo (Here's the starting post! Feel free to do your own intros and explore around a bit, whether it be on board the I.S.V. Keplica or Breaker Hill. You can also control NPCs like Jynn if you want to include them fetching your character in the intro.)
(Also, I know that your character @MrCalcium might not be in Breaker Hill at the moment so fee free to intro them outside of this context. I'm sure I'll get them into the RP anyway regardless :P)
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