[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]

[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.]

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[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?

[tennohno]

Don't rush him. [It takes a moment after for a quick addition.] Please.

[The last time Ordis had been this jarred was coming out of whatever the Stalker had done to him to get onto their ship. Being contacted by the same man probably wasn't doing the cephalon any good after such an experience though he's thankful Wrath has done so much good. There was no screaming.

But something was still off. So he walks over for Ordis to get a better look.]

No injuries. He's not here. I will not be abandoning you. I promised, did I not?

[cephalon]

[Every little bit helps; from Wrath's calm to the sheer fact he's able to see that his Operator isn't damaged, it does wonders for his nerves. Neither is a complete fix, but it's a good start.]

Ordis will maintain current trajectory of the ship, systems appear to be nominal.

[Focus, he's being given orders, focus.]

The Operator...has not left.

[pain_train]

[The look Wrath gives Tenno is one of cold warning: don't you fucking talk to me like that on my bridge. But she's only thinking it, not saying it. She's really not looking to throw Ordis isn't another round of hysterics.

Still, her voice is that same, measured, soothing and self-assured tone:] Very good, Ordis. Thank you. Keep me apprised of the situation as we continue.

[tennohno]

[Stiffening at the look thrown his way, he glances away before backing off and turning away to leave. Wrath had everything under control. He was redundant and unnecessary so there was no use to have him remain around.

He's only serving as a distraction anyway.]

[cephalon]

Ordis will-

[Wait, wait no, where is the Operator going? Is the Operator leaving? Leaving him behind? That thought alone inspires a whole new wave of panic, and his words die off in a choked, quiet noise of distress as he whips his head in the tenno's direction.]

Operator?

[pain_train]

[This situation is a clusterfuck. Showing her annoyance is not going to accomplish anything. But she has deep concerns now, about Ordis's level of dependency. If Tenno ever leaves and Ordis remains, her pilot would be non functional at this rate. Of course, she's not thrilled by having this all dropped back into her lap this instant, but it's her job to deal with this, she supposes. If Tenno wants to run off, she's not going to order him to remain. It's not a fruitful discussion to have in front of Ordis at this moment, at the very least.]

[Still very calm.] Tenno sometimes has his own duties that require his attention, Ordis. That may be where he is going now.

[Going to leave that open for interpretation. But she's certainly projecting that she's in control of the situation because arguments are really not going to help.]