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StrikerEZ posted a topic in Sanderson EliminationA long time ago, in a universe far, far away…. Long Game 83 The Survivor The cosmere is in turmoil. The COSMERE PLANETARY CONFEDERATION has enforced prosperity across the galaxy, but a new threat to peace has begun to rise from Roshar. A secret envoy of specially trained MISTBORN, equipped with the latest in medallion technology, is hidden on a convoy ship called THE SURVIVOR. Their goal is to infiltrate the Rosharan society and quell this growing rebellion as soon as possible. Peace must be achieved at all costs. On their journey through SHADESMAR, the crew of The Survivor find themselves suddenly forced from the Realm, their Cognitive Drive destroyed. Once they appear in the vast nothingness of space, they are ambushed by a collection of starfighters. They manage to escape the attack, but some have begun to suspect plots of mutiny…. Halluk ran through the halls of The Survivor, her heart hammering. The starfighters were out there in the vacuum of space, trying to fight off the ships that were trying to kill them all. She and the other engineers had been summoned to the engine room to figure out what was going on with the Cognitive Drive. One moment they had been in Shadesmar, the next they had been flying through the Physical Realm. The engine room was mass chaos. Everyone was looking at the Cognitive Drive and trying to figure out what had happened. Others were trying to get the warp drives active. The system had not been prepared for a sudden shift between the Realms, so they were not activated yet. “Someone get me a primer!” Denno, the lead engineer, yelled. He was not even breathing with how stressed he was, relying on his metalminds. Halluk could understand how he was feeling. Halluk watched as several engineers ran to get a primer cube, though they realized that only one of them needed to get it. Looking around the room, Halluk tried to figure out what had happened. The Cognitive Drive was smoking, and her heart sank. That level of damage was not an easy fix. Denno’s stress seemed even more understandable. “We have no idea how it happened,” Jarna said, walking up to her and resting his hand on her shoulder. Halluk relaxed into his touch, her breathing returning to normal. “I was the first one here. I found it smoking like this, and none of the warp drives were active.” “That’s so strange,” Halluk whispered, looking around at all of the engineers. “No kidding,” Jarna said. The ship shuttered then, some of the lights flickering. Jarna looked up, and Halluk couldn’t help but feel worried. They were sitting here talking about some engines and what went wrong with them while the pilots were out there fighting and dying for them. Denno walked up to them, shaking his head. “The warp drives are activating. If those fighters out there can get us out of this mess, we can finally start going faster.” He sighed. “The Cognitive Drive is busted though. It got messed up good. We must’ve passed through a particularly strong Cognitive Anomaly.” Halluk nodded. Those could cause havoc on the drives, especially if you did not realize you were about to pass through one. Jarna just pursed his lips and nodded as Denno walked away. That’s odd, Halluk thought to herself. He’s not normally so upset by Denno, even if he doesn’t like the man. “Are you alright?” Halluk asks. “You seem-” “Not here.” Jarna whispers. “I think something is wrong. Let’s go.” Arval’s knuckles turned white as he pulled another tight maneuver to avoid his tail. The rusting bastard was good, and their ship was right on Arval’s tail. Blaster fire scattered across Arval’s shield and the shield finally flickered and died. Now or never, Arval thought. He suddenly turned his ship down, or down compared to how he had been flying through space, and burned bendalloy before his tail could react, pushing the limits of the bubble as far as he could. His ship flipped around, and he shot his blasters at the same time he stopped burning bendalloy. Time seemed to rush back to normal as the bubble disappeared, and the blaster fire obliterated his opponent. Arval just barely missed the rubble of the imploding ship as he flew by, back towards The Survivor. “Wow,” Vyrum said over his comm, “that was impressive. I honestly thought you were a goner.” “Thank you for your confidence,” Arval said, “but I couldn’t die today. That would’ve left you in command, and we all know how much of a disaster that would have been.” Nella, Goradel, and Isak, those of their squad that had survived the assault, laughed over the comm. “I’ll have you know,” Vyrum said, “I would have 100% known what to do if you’d died. I was too far to come rescue you, but I would have valiantly fought in your name.” “I don’t know if I’d call what you do fighting,” Isak said, his ship coming up next to Arval’s. “It’s more like just trying to survive.” “That’s enough,” Arval said. “Let’s get back to the ship before they decide to leave without us before more fighters show up. We lost way too many people today.” They’d managed to get the last of them before Arval had been chased down by his enemy, but Arval was certain that they would see more of the rebels if they stuck around. As they made their turns docking inside The Survivor, Arval had everyone in the different squads give him their battle reports. Most squads, groups of 8 fighters, had lost at least 2 fighters. His squad, Black Squad, had been lucky to only lose three people. He tried to not think about Alin, Yndbeth, and Noura. It was simply the life of a soldier, losing people in battle. Once they all landed, Arval waited until everyone had made their way out of the hangars before leaving. Unfortunately, he got stopped by a messenger in the middle of the hallway. “Commander Arval?” the messenger asked. “Captain Kellian requests your presence for a debriefing.” “Is it really necessary right now?” “He said it was urgent.” Arval sighed. “I’ll be there soon.” Arval walked into the bridge and found Captain Kellian there. There were fewer people there than normal, just his assistant captain Somah and the lead navigator Byndweth. They seemed to be really tense. “You needed me, sir?” Arval asked. Kellian turned around. “There you finally are. We don’t have much time. Tell me everything that happened out there.” Arval did not hesitate before he began relaying everything he could remember from the battle. They had fallen out of the Cognitive Realm and found themselves ambushed by a group of rebel fighters. Within 15 minutes they had mobilized several squads to intercept them and keep the shields of The Survivor online. Once the whole of the starfighters had been deployed, it had been a relatively quick battle, though a very brutal one. The enemy had suffered more casualties, and had seemed much more willing to risk their lives. There had been few survivors. Kellian grimaced at this point, though motioned for Arval to continue. So he did, talking about how many pilots they had lost and what they still had at their disposal. If they were attacked again, it was very unlikely they would make it out alive. “That’s enough,” Kellian said, motioning for Arval to stop. “I have heard enough.” Arval nodded, and moved to leave, though Kellian stopped him. “What do you still need from me, sir?” Kellian looked at Somah and Byndweth, and they nodded. “We think we have been infiltrated by some of the rebels,” Kellian said. “We do not know how many, or who they are, but everything lined up too perfectly for this to be a coincidence.” “I was watching the radar very carefully,” Byndweth said, “and there were no Cognitive Anomalies within our path.” She paused, shaking her head. Arval’s heart stopped “What do you mean?” He said cautiously. “To put it simply,” Somah said, “we believe that someone sabotaged our Cognitive Drive, just the right time for us to return to the Physical Realm where a flight of rebel starfighters were waiting for us. They were not expecting us to have as many fighters as we did, or were expecting the surprise of us falling into the Physical Realm to make it easier for them to kill us.” “What if it really was just a coincidence?” Arval asked. “The enemy seemed just as unprepared as I felt fighting them.” “Do you really think it could be a coincidence?” Kellian asked, genuine surprise on his face. “Our named mission in the logs as a diplomatic envoy sent for the upcoming celebrations on Roshar would give no reason for those fighters to try and kill us once we dropped into their space. Our real mission would be much more reason for them to fight us. And the only way they would know our real mission would be if there were traitors amongst us.” Arval could hardly believe what he was hearing. They were on their way to secretly destroy a rebellion. If they had some of those same rebels amongst them, armed with the same level of medallion technology as the rest of them…. “What do you expect me to do with this information?” Arval asked. “Do you want me to lock away the pilots? Interrogate them? I would hate to do that, but I could-” “No, no, don’t do that,” Kellian said. “We don’t want to cause mass panic. We are going to be discreet about this, act as if we have not realized what is happening. And we will watch everyone very closely. We can find the traitors amongst us.” Arval could not decide if Kellian’s words were reassuring or not. Welcome to LG83: The Survivor! I am excited to finally run these rules for all of you, and I hope you enjoy. My IM for this game will be @Devotary of Spontaneity, who you can go to if you have any concerns with other players or need to talk to someone about how you are feeling about the game. I am also more than willing to help if Devo cannot, but I would request you go to her first. Primarily because I will only be closely paying attention the thread during the hours shortly before and after rollover because I have classes and do require sleep. I will be posting the rules themselves into this post, though I will also be attaching a link to the google doc for ease of access. You can find the rules here. I would recommend checking the rules doc more than this post, as I will be updating that more often with rule clarifications than this post. Signups will end on February 15th at 8 pm CST. The game will start as soon as I can get everything posted and PMs sent out to everyone. Rollover for each turn will take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. As a fair warning, some of the Night turns will need to be 48 hours long to accommodate my real life schedule. I will let everyone know in advance. The first Night where this is an issue is Night 2. Also, if anyone wants to co-GM with me to get experience or even to just help out, that would be appreciated. I could certainly use help keeping track of everything and potentially help with write-ups. If you want to help me out, send me a PM or a DM on Discord. I am more likely to see the latter. EDIT: @Experience has offered and is now my co-GM. Rules: Rule Clarifications: Participants: Quick Links: