[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[pain_train]

[She's pure business now, no nonsense, clipped tone.]

He's in the fleet, but he's not on our ship, Ordis.

And if he sets so much as a toe on the Windrose, I will blow his fucking head off.

[cephalon]

Destroy him-cut the infection away before it-no no no no no!

[He's pacing now, frenetic and focused inward. Something needs to be done, something has to be done, he needs to find his Operator now]

[pain_train]

Ordis.

Stop. [Him being hysterical isn't going to help anything.]

[cephalon]

[Orders are orders, but with the level of frenzy he's whipped himself into it's night impossible to obey.]

Where is the Operator? Where?? Where has the Operator gone?

[pain_train]

[She keeps her voice firm, clear, and very measured. Very calm.]

Tenno is fine. He is in the armory.

If the Stalker comes here I will personally kill him.

Breathe, Ordis.

[cephalon]

[If his Operator is in the armory, then that's exactly where he needs to be. Nevermind that he's in no state to be dashing through the halls, he needs to do this and he needs to find the man and-]

Kill him now! d̖̝es̲̼̫̬͎͉̗ṭr̯̖͖͠ͅo̮͓͙͔̰̟͢y̛̯͖̟ ̢t̴̹h͙͉̬e̯͇̺̲̻̮̕ͅ ̟̼͍̗̰ͅh͞e̪̬̫̦͞r̡͉̞͓e̯̩͚̳t̢͈̬͎̠͖͇i̥͚c̸͔̬͈̜̜̯̱

[pain_train]

[Flat. Calm.] He isn't here so I can't currently reach him to kill him.

[Just words aren't reaching Ordis. She's very cautious about touching people when they're wound up, because she knows how Maine reacted to thinks like that, how she did herself. But something needs to give. Ordis needs a shock to get him out of whatever mental cycle he's in.

Well, he's new to being in a body. Even if he flails, the worst he can do is give her some bruises or a bloody nose. That's basically a Tuesday. She reaches out to grab his chin, firm but without intent to harm, to get him actually focusing on her.]

Look at me, Ordis. Breathe.

[cephalon]

[Find the Operator, find his Operator, make sure the man is safe and-

his entire world jerks, and there's pressure and he's being moved-

Everything happens too fast, he can't process, and the noise that escapes him is nothing even close to human. Fingers on him, fingers touching ripping hands inside gutting him. Language guttural and hoarse, laughing they're laughing as he's wound into knots and torn apart and they're working deeper, tearing him into so many pieces.

He lashes out violently, it's reactive and instinctive now. It's a defense that he'd never been afforded when he'd been in the liset. But with human limbs it's easier to flail, to try to break away and where is his Operator where is he he's left again he's been abandoned and-]

[pain_train]

[She kind of figured it was coming. She lets Ordis hit her, he catches her on the cheek, but while he's got some strength, it's also undirected. She's gotten hit a lot harder before and rolled with it with no problem. She doesn't hit him back, and she lets go, though like hell she's letting him go anywhere when he's in this kind of state.]

Ordis.

[Try a different turn. Something that would--that would work on her. She still doesn't know Ordis well enough yet.]

I require your report.

[cephalon]

[Report? How could anyone focus on reports and order and-

It hits something very deep in his coding though. Buried, destroyed, forgotten, a memento of beforetimes he's no longer able to recall.

His panic doesn't stop, doesn't abate, but at the very least his screaming shifts to actual words, though admittedly they're still almost incomprehensible.]

B͘r͝ea̷ch-͞da͠n̴g̡e͏r-̧h҉e c͡o͘m͘es

[pain_train]

[Well, that's something. Okay. Keep rolling with this.]

Continue. I require the full report.

[Please don't hate her for this later, Ordis.]

[cephalon]

No-

[Reports and data and it's buzzing everywhere but he can't process like he used to and it's all so very overwhelming.]

The Operator. Ordis needs to find the Operator-

[pain_train]

The operator is safe, Ordis. Continue your report. Focus. I need the data.

[cephalon]

Not safe. I-I-I-I-Ordis cannot confirm integrity of security functions, Ordis cannot access the mainframe of the vessel's system he is blind he is blind. The Operator is not safe.

[pain_train]

I am the security officer. I confirm the integrity of ship secret has not been breached. The ship is secure. The ship is secure. The operator is secure.

What is the status of our engines, Ordis? You're my pilot. I need your report. Check your controls.

[cephalon]

Ordis cannot feel-

[Can't feel the integrity, can't feel the systems, has been ripped out and left blind and deaf.]

Connection to main controls has been severed, Ordis cannot confirm the integrity or stabilization of the vessel.

[pain_train]

[Well, he's not quite screaming any more, so that's good, right?

Wrath moves past him with slow care, not touching him, to stand over by the pilot controls.]

I know you can't feel them. But these are the controls and you can see them and touch them. I don't understand them, Ordis. I'm not a pilot. I need your help. Tell me what all of this means. [She taps the control panel with one finger.] Report.

[cephalon]

Report.

[It's an almost automatic response, but he's not quite focusing all the same.]

Ship functions normal, security breached, Operator at risk.

[pain_train]

Ship security is intact, Ordis. The Operator is fine. Limp dick there was only on comms.

[She rests her hand on the pilot station.] Security is my job. Piloting is your job. I need your help, Ordis. Give me your report on the ship heading. It's right here but I don't know how to read it.

[Come on Ordis, focus.]

[tennohno]

[He had heard the earlier screaming and panic but the stalker had dragged out his attention first. There had been no room in allowing himself to show any fear for the cephalon until he severed the connection with the infestation filth. Only then was he allowed to fully register the terror he had heard.

Charging through the halls, his pace quickens further at the screaming dying off. What if the Stalker had come aboard? Or worse an acolyte of his? The idea sent a shudder down his spine.

When he breaks into the cockpit, he is all bared teeth and closed fists. A low growl rumbling from the back of his throat. There was danger somewhere. There had to be.]

Ordis!

[cephalon]

Functions nominal. Course is unknown, system is unknown. Course cannot be altered at this time.

[Read the settings, read the controls, make sure the Operator is safe no, no keep focused there are orders given-

He's trying, he really is. The cacophony of noise distracts him however, and that's-]

Operator!

[His Operator. Alive. Intact. Keyed up.]

Officer Wrath. Systems nominal. Operator, security functions breached.

[pain_train]

[ All the noise puts Wrath on edge, though she's able to tell very quickly that it's now threat, everything is fine. She's not even annoyed. It would have been better if she could have gotten Ordis calmed down on her own, but this did calm him down, also important.

She takes up her position further away. Let them deal with it, but there still needed to be sometime on the bridge paying attention, she figures. Might as well be her.]

[tennohno]

[There's nothing here. Where was the threat? He was certain that there had to be something here causing such distress but then again the Stalker was as keen on starting shit and biding his time to fight. Bastard.

He remains on edge but it's better knowing that there was no danger. Simply Wrath and Ordis. Sighing heavily, he glances at the cephalon.]

Are you ok?

[cephalon]

Operator. Operator

[Words are difficult and everything is so very jumbled. Better now that Wrath has done so much good, but jumbled nonetheless.]

Officer Wrath. Operator.

[pain_train]

[Very, very calm.] Yes, Ordis. Like I told you. Ship security hasn't been compromised. Tenno's fine. Can you focus on your duties now?