[ similarly to kosmo, shoma is also kind of panting and trying not to drool, lungs still burning and throat bobbing to keep from gagging into the baby's fur. he's busy clinging to kosmo and keeping himself still, turned so he's not actively bleeding onto him. his suit's in tatters, the acid wearing away most of it and burning his everything. the arm that isn't holding kosmo is completely blistered and raw and there's blood and burns and a general mess in the vicinity of his left eye as his chest oozes slowly.
but. they're alive? they're alive, and he's taking a few deep breaths to try and prepare himself for at least getting back to the ship. ]
Not the sheep. [ it's a protesting whine because in spite of everything he'd be so pissed. ] We're sure we did it...?
[ yeah he's with temenos on this one, the grumbling and groaning sounds bad. ]
[ oofa doofa. he hits the ground much harder than he would have liked, but after all the shit they went through, physically and mentally? combined with all the weird status effects they were put under?? that tracks. ]
Good riddance... [ goodbye cursed meat prison. even if the thousands of voices are hateful. he's just going to choose to ignore that. let mother earth do her thing. ]
I think she'll take care of the rest. Let's get the hell out of here.
[ getting to his feet, slowly, but surely. at least he can still walk, even with the acid damage. he looks to io, who's leg just fucking splinters, tem who is whole ass missing a leg, and shoma who is just doing bad:tm: all around. kosmo is 100000% carrying the baby back to the ship. charles and himself really are doing the best, some how??? charles your bone... ]
— MISSION COMPLETE (bidding farewell to a terminal patient)
[ there's a long moment where io glances over his shoulder at the plant, and then he turns and begins to limp towards the ship. ]
Gut feeling.
[ a breath. ]
Come on... [ a very tired, crooked smile. ] Everyone's waiting.
[ the penal colony located on the tiny planet of khalka is... empty now, a town of ghosts united by the puppeteering appendages of the hydra. each one sung a song to soothe the shaking meat, each person as much of a prisoner of the town as they are a prisoner of their own minds, caged in bliss. with one last reading sweep of the area as the shuttle primes for take-off, those still conscious enough can see... the strange energy signature is gone, and the storm is quickly receding. it's time to get the hell out of dodge.
you leave on your shuttle, and it lifts off with a cloud of black motes. as it travels through the atmosphere, if you're conscious, you can see them burning up, burning, cleansing fire, burning... up up and away.
🌾 in being puked up by the earth, your heal guns, plasma blades, and plasma pistols are broken, they are moist and wet and crammed with bloody-earthy gunk. there will be no fixing them.
🌾 from time to time (as you find appropriate for your threads) in reflective surfaces, you may catch yourself reflected back, whispering your truest thoughts about yourself, your regrets, your open wounds clawed wide. only you will be able to see or hear them. sometimes they will recite words that you yourself have said, as though rereading them from a script book, practicing their... lines? this lasts until just before trial.
🌾 you are all super gross. covered in however much blood, guts, offal, and... other stuff. for any injuries healed during this, you may absolutely have them reopen upon your arrival thread, acid damage, bludgeoning damage, piercing damage, etc. you also might all feel a bit feverish and unwell until you hit the medbay pods or get some healing via your returning abilities back on the eudora. play with this as you like.
in any case: you have slayed the false hydra, and the earth will absorb it, cleanse it, and will once again become whole. in time, perhaps this place might become something better than this.
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but. they're alive? they're alive, and he's taking a few deep breaths to try and prepare himself for at least getting back to the ship. ]
Not the sheep. [ it's a protesting whine because in spite of everything he'd be so pissed. ] We're sure we did it...?
[ yeah he's with temenos on this one, the grumbling and groaning sounds bad. ]
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Good riddance... [ goodbye cursed meat prison. even if the thousands of voices are hateful. he's just going to choose to ignore that. let mother earth do her thing. ]
I think she'll take care of the rest. Let's get the hell out of here.
[ getting to his feet, slowly, but surely. at least he can still walk, even with the acid damage. he looks to io, who's leg just fucking splinters, tem who is whole ass missing a leg, and shoma who is just doing bad:tm: all around. kosmo is 100000% carrying the baby back to the ship. charles and himself really are doing the best, some how??? charles your bone... ]
— MISSION COMPLETE (bidding farewell to a terminal patient)
Gut feeling.
[ a breath. ]
Come on... [ a very tired, crooked smile. ] Everyone's waiting.
[ the penal colony located on the tiny planet of khalka is... empty now, a town of ghosts united by the puppeteering appendages of the hydra. each one sung a song to soothe the shaking meat, each person as much of a prisoner of the town as they are a prisoner of their own minds, caged in bliss. with one last reading sweep of the area as the shuttle primes for take-off, those still conscious enough can see... the strange energy signature is gone, and the storm is quickly receding. it's time to get the hell out of dodge.
you leave on your shuttle, and it lifts off with a cloud of black motes. as it travels through the atmosphere, if you're conscious, you can see them burning up, burning, cleansing fire, burning... up up and away.
in any case: you have slayed the false hydra, and the earth will absorb it, cleanse it, and will once again become whole. in time, perhaps this place might become something better than this.
mission success. ]