Mini-Event

[mnemosynecrew]

EVENT

It happens in the dead of night - so sudden, so absolute, that for a moment, it feels like the ship itself has ceased to exist. The familiar hum of the Mnemosyne's systems vanishes, replaced by an unnatural, suffocating silence. A heartbeat later, the darkness takes hold. Total blackout.

Then, as if the ship itself is gasping for breath, emergency lights flare to life, flooding the halls in deep red. A shrill hiss follows as every interior door slide open in unison.

The system has gone dark. Terminals are dead. CL-10's have no access. Anything reliant on the ship's core network is unresponsive. Even elevators between decks are frozen in place, leaving only the cold, metal emergency ladders as a means of traversal. Synthesizers refuse to function.

And most critically -

L3TH3 is gone.

Not silent. Not unresponsive. Offline.


Yet, despite the eerie stillness, some things persist. Life support remains operational, oxygen still cycles, temperature remains stable. Airlocks are firmly shut. The engines continue their course, thrumming faintly beneath the floors. Even power still technically exists, but there is no intelligence behind it any more. The Mnemosyne is still moving - but without a pilot, without a shield and without defense.

To some, the fact that the ship's quarantine protocols also remain intact is a reassuring sign of system redundancy. To others, it is an opportunity lost. After all, a coup - or mercy killing - requires more than emergency rations and dim red lights.

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Welcome to this month's mini-event! The system being offline will continue for a week, until the 17th. As the mod will also be unavailable at a computer during this time, direct any questions to mnemonsynecrew@gmail.com for a quicker reply.

As noted in the event, CL-10s won't be able to access the system for anything (work, ship data, etc.) during this time, but it can still be used to communicate between crew and used for personal data.

Comments

[lastdecember]

'Bout as far as I could kick it.

[ There -- the console has power, all its little indicators lighting up. No telling what good it'll do -- a lot of those lights are red -- but it's now Massani's project.

Wolfwood wipes his hands off on his leg and hauls himself back up to his feet. No rest for the wicked. ]

Seems like we've found a real issue, though. Seems like the ship would be safer if more of this stuff could be done manually, instead of relying on some master program.

[anesthetic_rage]

Don't love this, but in the current state we're in, there's no solution and the actual fix will involve me asking L3TH3 for permission or for there to be some sort of safeguard. Which... doesn't solve the problem, but might get us something.

[He scowled and rose, shaking his head. The good news was that they'd probably get some sort of workaround on the shields, and maybe the hangars for the fighters, if not the guns. That was... something.]

When we're not at serious risk of spacing we should look into manual options on the hangars. For the fighters.

[lastdecember]

[ Wolfwood nods -- they should be able to use the fighters when L3TH3 is inoperable. They won't do much for the smaller impact risks out there, but if an asteroid ends up in their path with the shields down? They have to be able to do something.

And fuck it, no time like the present, right? ]

You want to suit up and we can take a look now? Dunno if there's anything we can do to get those doors open, but it's worth a shot.

[anesthetic_rage]

Fuck it. Let's do this. Let's suit up for a space walk, see if the manual override works from outside.

[L3TH3 was going to tell him the same thing later, but he was just going to feign ignorance. Better to not let her know what they realized and make it look like they were dependent. Motioning, he waas already heading towards the locker room.]