THE GOTTALA XES THER

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WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Xes Ther of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore. Possible invasion of privacy.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[It translates roughly into the "storm lover", something you might pick up on if you're exposed to lower cant. And that's a fairly accurate description of this Gottala: the Xes Ther is smaller and swifter than your average city-ship, keeping never more than 374 individuals aboard. Its housing is clean but minimalistic, its gardens have no decorative value: only essential nutrients are grown. There is a heavier reliance on fishing upon this Gottala, and no sight of field-fed livestock that is common on others. No beef, no poultry, no pork.

Just fish.

And sprawls of laboratories.

Laboratories that connect like honeycombs: they octagon sprawl into each other, forming larger segments of the same structure. And in these labs? Storms are made. Or, more precisely: the effects of weather patterns are mimicked and induced. Xes Ther is a craftsman city-ship, and all of its members contribute to creating, controlling and selling weather-born energy.]

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[heal_or_execute]

The explosion breaches the containment unit Mordin has been held in the past few days. He is happy to be free. He is not happy to be surrounded by dead people, injured people, smoke and fire.

Despite his captivity, one of the first things he does after escaping is beginning to drag unconscious crew members away from the flames. It's hard work- he's an old Salarian, and the 'hospitality' of the Xes Ther has weakened him somewhat. Still, it's his duty as a doctor to help the injured, and his duty as a scientist to preserve possible sources of information, so he does his best.

He also arms himself with the first weapons he comes across, of course. If any members of the crew he's trying to help attempt to recapture him, he won't hesitate to kill them.

[xxii_thefool]

"Mabufudyne. Mabufudyne." Not too far away, the spreading flames are abruptly smothered in a series of massive blocks of ice that coalesce out of thin air in the space of seconds. "Panta Rhei." A rush of wind sweeps some of the smoke from the air. It won't last, but for the moment, at least, there's a clear path.

Minako is in the middle of it, although she's looking a little different from usual - rather than wielding her Persona as she's accustomed to doing, it's more like she's wearing Orpheus Telos instead, her body overlaid by the transparent red and white and gold shape of the Persona in a manner not unlike some kind of projected tech armor.

"Professor Solus!" she cries out when she recognizes Mordin in the midst of the chaos.

[heal_or_execute]

"Minako!" Mordin finishes laying down the casualty he's carrying, then stands up and actually manages to smile despite the imminent fiery death all around them. "Didn't know you were here. Have been captive myself. No idea what caused explosion."

He squints at her 'armour.' "Appear to be utilizing different Persona function. Didn't know they could do that. Clearly useful though. Good thinking." He gestures at the crewmembers he's dragged off so far. "Need to find escape route, both for ourselves and injured. Get away from flames. Then hopefully get more answers."

[xxii_thefool]

"They don't - it's something about this world." And that is going to have to do for an explanation for her Persona's odd behavior for now, because Mordin is right, they really can't stand here talking while things catch on fire around them.

"I think we need to head up," she says, coming to meet Mordin at a quick jog. "It's not the most effective, but my magic should be able to help clear a path... or I can heal everyone, but I don't think I can do both." She flashes a faint, apologetic smile. "I'm almost out of power."

[heal_or_execute]

"Not deliberate then? Hm. Would have been a good idea, anyway." Mordin shakes his head, then refocuses to consider his options.

"Better to clear a path," he says after a moment, choosing pragmatic compassion over risky compassion. "Will be difficult to transport incapacitated patients, but can't take the risk of them attacking us if healed. No guarantee of gratitude. Have demonstrated hostility so far."