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June Event - Cukey-Scary [The Cucumber Festival]
**Plain text version here.
Almost as abundant as the attendees are, the stalls and booths set up with cucumber-centric meals are easily found. much of it is cheap, even free in many cases, and scattered with them are other booths peddling artisan goods.
The Whirling Wyvern is a ride that stands shortly behind a neat arrangement of picnic tables. Rope fences wind around the ride, giving it a safe distance from any bystanders, and the surrounding area is littered with flour bags, densely stuffed to offer padding.
Watching it even briefly makes it very clear why the padding is needed: the platform, raised about two feet off the ground in the middle, begins to spin its seated riders, rotating faster and faster until they topple, roll, and fall off the sides, into the padding below. People can often be heard nearby making bets with friends to see who can stay on the longest. (It's not a recommended ride for anyone who's been drinking!)
Bumpermobiles is another ride, operating on enchantment instead of electricity and a switch, that may look familiar to some of Pumpkin Hollow's residents from more modern times! Though they lack the distinctive roofed building in favor of a section of paved road closed off with wooden beams, the small carts of the bumpermobiles resemble automobiles of the current time, outfitted with wide-edges to brace the impact they'll inevitably have on one-another! Each one seats two, but are able to be driven on their own, if you'd prefer to focus your conversations on heckling your fellow driver.
Hot Air Balloons are set up not on the Green, but just outside of it, taking a spot just off to the side that's unoccupied by booths or frequent foot-traffic. Each ride carries a maximum of three, not counting the operator, and gives any rider an impressive view of marrow isle for thirty minutes.
The Carousel stands in the center of the Festival Green, chiming cheerful music from the pillar in the center. Horses are joined by the addition of shimmering unicorns, beaked pegasi, and colorfully painted pony-drawn carts (which are crafted to be seats, for those who cannot climb on one of the other mounts).
The Wheel of Chance is a vertical wheel, perched between artisan's booths, offering low-stake prizes for a small payment! 5 Brass allows you to spin the wheel, offering one of ten available prizes:
The Cucumber Festival's Raffle is one of the most coveted opportunities to spend a small sum of brass and win one of the many prizes donated by the community, with all contributions going into community services and upkeep.
Each ticket costs 20 Brass, and each person may purchase up to 5 tickets. There will be three drawings total, granting a small prize, a medium prize, and a grand prize to each winner. One person cannot win more than one prize; if the same person draws a second prize after their first, it will be re-rolled.
To purchase a raffle ticket, please reply to the Pumpkin Hollow mod account comment with RAFFLE TICKETS as the title, also linked here, stating how many tickets your character will be buying. On JUNE 14TH, ticket purchasing will be closed, and the prizes will be rolled!
The prizes are as follows:
The Cucumber Growing Competition is a celebration of the farmers who made all this possible, as well as a flexing of gardening prowess. Each cucumber is measured in weight, length, and color! The prize for the best cucumber in show is simply a ribbon, but among the Pumpkin Hollow farmers, it's quite a statement to have. Career farmers, hobby gardeners, and onlookers alike gather to see the town's farmers' handiwork!
The Cooking Competition follows directly after the Cucumber Growing Competition. While the larger of the vegetables don't make for very good foods, sacrificing flavor for size, the rest of the entries are cut up and used for a variety of dishes. Chefs of all varieties are encouraged to participate to show their culinary prowess!
The Great Turnip Smash-Off is a cheeky jab at the prior year's failed festival. Wielding any tools they like, including but not limited to one's hands themselves, each contestant is allotted three minutes to destroy as many turnips as they possibly can. The prize for the cucumber festival's first annual turnip slayer is a small trophy for bragging rights!
The Water Walk is a fun sport for all ages! Lined up in rows with metal spoons full of water, the participants must walk carefully to the end of the "racetrack" to a small glass of water, with a line denoted on the side at the middle. The first person to fill their glass to or above that mark wins!
The Variety Show occurs throughout the week, offering the stage to many people of assorted talents. The first day is booked up for magicians (sleight of hand, specifically - mages are politely requested to refrain from participation), and on the following Monday, a "feat of strength" competition will showcase the might of those strongest in Pumpkin Hollow! The other days are yet to be filled, and several festival attendants are waiting with clipboards to accept submissions. Many newcomers have talents they've never seen before, so new submissions of the musical, magical, or other remarkable talent alike are not only welcome, but strongly encouraged!
CUKEY-SCARY
Come one, come all!
The long-awaited festival to enjoy vegetables and welcome in the summer months has finally arrived - and this time, completely uninhibited by curses!
Pumpkin Hollow's streets are bright and bustling, adorned with green ribbons, baskets of flowers, and freshly arranged shop stalls to market their goods to the festival-goers as they mill about the streets surrounding the Festival Green. Cheering crowds watch performers perched upon stages, jaunty music played by thoroughly energized bands fills the air, and the smell of freshly-cut cucumbers is carried on the breeze.
Welcome to the Cucumber Festival, a sorely-missed holiday held exclusively on Marrow Isle. It is a festival begun at the town's inception to encourage the newly-established farming community, which was rapidly embraced from then on. Many smaller-scale gardeners dedicate vast amounts of energy in joining farmers to make the festival possible, and this year is more abundant than ever, thanks to the efforts of the new arrivals taking up the farming mantles. The merriment sprawls all over the Festival Green, and even further into the town.
One question yet remains: where to begin?
Pumpkin Hollow's streets are bright and bustling, adorned with green ribbons, baskets of flowers, and freshly arranged shop stalls to market their goods to the festival-goers as they mill about the streets surrounding the Festival Green. Cheering crowds watch performers perched upon stages, jaunty music played by thoroughly energized bands fills the air, and the smell of freshly-cut cucumbers is carried on the breeze.
Welcome to the Cucumber Festival, a sorely-missed holiday held exclusively on Marrow Isle. It is a festival begun at the town's inception to encourage the newly-established farming community, which was rapidly embraced from then on. Many smaller-scale gardeners dedicate vast amounts of energy in joining farmers to make the festival possible, and this year is more abundant than ever, thanks to the efforts of the new arrivals taking up the farming mantles. The merriment sprawls all over the Festival Green, and even further into the town.
One question yet remains: where to begin?
Cucumber Celebrations Commence!
Copious Cucumber Cuisine
With the cucumber harvest more bountiful this year than it'd ever been, the booths have a wide assortment of offerings - cucumber chips, fried pickles, bowls of salad, breads with chunks of vegetable in them, fritters, among the wide tide of other culinary delights. If you can make it with a cucumber, these people have!Almost as abundant as the attendees are, the stalls and booths set up with cucumber-centric meals are easily found. much of it is cheap, even free in many cases, and scattered with them are other booths peddling artisan goods.
Challenges of Chance and Cheer
As much as Hollowites enjoy their food, there's rarely an opportunity that they pass up to incorporate games or rides into festivities, and the Cucumber Festival has an extremely wide variety to offer!The Whirling Wyvern is a ride that stands shortly behind a neat arrangement of picnic tables. Rope fences wind around the ride, giving it a safe distance from any bystanders, and the surrounding area is littered with flour bags, densely stuffed to offer padding.
Watching it even briefly makes it very clear why the padding is needed: the platform, raised about two feet off the ground in the middle, begins to spin its seated riders, rotating faster and faster until they topple, roll, and fall off the sides, into the padding below. People can often be heard nearby making bets with friends to see who can stay on the longest. (It's not a recommended ride for anyone who's been drinking!)
Bumpermobiles is another ride, operating on enchantment instead of electricity and a switch, that may look familiar to some of Pumpkin Hollow's residents from more modern times! Though they lack the distinctive roofed building in favor of a section of paved road closed off with wooden beams, the small carts of the bumpermobiles resemble automobiles of the current time, outfitted with wide-edges to brace the impact they'll inevitably have on one-another! Each one seats two, but are able to be driven on their own, if you'd prefer to focus your conversations on heckling your fellow driver.
Hot Air Balloons are set up not on the Green, but just outside of it, taking a spot just off to the side that's unoccupied by booths or frequent foot-traffic. Each ride carries a maximum of three, not counting the operator, and gives any rider an impressive view of marrow isle for thirty minutes.
The Carousel stands in the center of the Festival Green, chiming cheerful music from the pillar in the center. Horses are joined by the addition of shimmering unicorns, beaked pegasi, and colorfully painted pony-drawn carts (which are crafted to be seats, for those who cannot climb on one of the other mounts).
The Wheel of Chance is a vertical wheel, perched between artisan's booths, offering low-stake prizes for a small payment! 5 Brass allows you to spin the wheel, offering one of ten available prizes:
- a cucumber, covered in batter and fried, on a stick.
- a goldfish in a decorative bowl.
- a pair of pants, with several varieties to choose from.
- a deck of playing cards.
- a fine leather-bound notebook.
- a set of six shot glasses.
- a bottle of wine.
- a basket of assorted fruits.
- a glass-blown animal native to Marrow Isle, palm-sized, in assorted species and colors.
- 10 Brass. Double your money!
The Cucumber Festival's Raffle is one of the most coveted opportunities to spend a small sum of brass and win one of the many prizes donated by the community, with all contributions going into community services and upkeep.
Each ticket costs 20 Brass, and each person may purchase up to 5 tickets. There will be three drawings total, granting a small prize, a medium prize, and a grand prize to each winner. One person cannot win more than one prize; if the same person draws a second prize after their first, it will be re-rolled.
To purchase a raffle ticket, please reply to the Pumpkin Hollow mod account comment with RAFFLE TICKETS as the title, also linked here, stating how many tickets your character will be buying. On JUNE 14TH, ticket purchasing will be closed, and the prizes will be rolled!
The prizes are as follows:
- 1st (small): a telescope, with elegant engravings in the metal, donated by Elias Coldwood.
- 2nd (medium): a set of two enchanted tea puppies, one glass and one metal, donated by Neil West.
- 3rd (grand prize): a basket-hilt sword, well-weighted, masterfully crafted, and delightfully ornate, donated by Dahlia Leeds.
Contestants Convene for Competition
Of course, what's a festival without a little bit of friendly competition! Over the week of celebrations, the Cucumber Festival hosts the following activities for any and all participants interested in joining in the fun.The Cucumber Growing Competition is a celebration of the farmers who made all this possible, as well as a flexing of gardening prowess. Each cucumber is measured in weight, length, and color! The prize for the best cucumber in show is simply a ribbon, but among the Pumpkin Hollow farmers, it's quite a statement to have. Career farmers, hobby gardeners, and onlookers alike gather to see the town's farmers' handiwork!
The Cooking Competition follows directly after the Cucumber Growing Competition. While the larger of the vegetables don't make for very good foods, sacrificing flavor for size, the rest of the entries are cut up and used for a variety of dishes. Chefs of all varieties are encouraged to participate to show their culinary prowess!
The Great Turnip Smash-Off is a cheeky jab at the prior year's failed festival. Wielding any tools they like, including but not limited to one's hands themselves, each contestant is allotted three minutes to destroy as many turnips as they possibly can. The prize for the cucumber festival's first annual turnip slayer is a small trophy for bragging rights!
The Water Walk is a fun sport for all ages! Lined up in rows with metal spoons full of water, the participants must walk carefully to the end of the "racetrack" to a small glass of water, with a line denoted on the side at the middle. The first person to fill their glass to or above that mark wins!
The Variety Show occurs throughout the week, offering the stage to many people of assorted talents. The first day is booked up for magicians (sleight of hand, specifically - mages are politely requested to refrain from participation), and on the following Monday, a "feat of strength" competition will showcase the might of those strongest in Pumpkin Hollow! The other days are yet to be filled, and several festival attendants are waiting with clipboards to accept submissions. Many newcomers have talents they've never seen before, so new submissions of the musical, magical, or other remarkable talent alike are not only welcome, but strongly encouraged!
Carnival Complications
Of course, not all things can go entirely peacefully in Pumpkin Hollow's festivities, and the Cucumber Festival has never been exempt from this. Though the prior years' incident was far more disruptive to the festival's celebrations, several things begin to crop up over the span of the week.
The Whack-a-Mole Game, during the first night, becomes the first item to start experiencing a mild haunting. Though the specters only make themselves known when the participant is alone, there's a distinct feeling of guilt that comes with each smack, not unlike stepping on a cat's tail without realizing it. Instead of the triumphant jingle that the machine lets out when the game is complete, a stark silence settles in, as though the entire festival has frozen in time. Only then does a whisper, no louder than a breeze, brush past your ear.
Rolling a D3, the spirits haunting the whack-a-mole machine will tell you the following:
(Mod Note: the information given is always going to be about someone nearby. When tagging into someone's top-level with the Whack-a-Mole Game who's got secrets or gossip, provide a piece of information about your character that the spirits might've said! Additionally, feel free to request a piece of information about an NPC, major or minor. For a lie, anything goes. Have fun with it!)
The Candle-Shooting Game is the next to become haunted, though the haunting is significantly more straightforward. In an act of simple mischief, the flame will occasionally withstand blasts from the water gun that should have surely snuffed it, or the flame will go out just as you line your shot up. These spirits are aiming to ruin this particular game, but not your night.
There is a sign on the double doors that make up the entrance, which reads, "Admission is free, but you must enter in pairs." And true to its word, the doors will not open unless two different people take each door's handle. Otherwise it is definitively locked.
So, choose a companion and go explore! What's the worst that could happen? All you have to do is open the door.
Capricious Crashers
As the festival goes on, it seems that some poltergeists have seen fit to invite themselves to the party. Two games are affected, with varying results.The Whack-a-Mole Game, during the first night, becomes the first item to start experiencing a mild haunting. Though the specters only make themselves known when the participant is alone, there's a distinct feeling of guilt that comes with each smack, not unlike stepping on a cat's tail without realizing it. Instead of the triumphant jingle that the machine lets out when the game is complete, a stark silence settles in, as though the entire festival has frozen in time. Only then does a whisper, no louder than a breeze, brush past your ear.
Rolling a D3, the spirits haunting the whack-a-mole machine will tell you the following:
- a secret that isn't yours to have about someone in town.
- a piece of gossip, a shocking recent happening that may or may not be getting around in whispers.
- a lie, carefully crafted to impact the way you see one of your fellow townsfolk.
(Mod Note: the information given is always going to be about someone nearby. When tagging into someone's top-level with the Whack-a-Mole Game who's got secrets or gossip, provide a piece of information about your character that the spirits might've said! Additionally, feel free to request a piece of information about an NPC, major or minor. For a lie, anything goes. Have fun with it!)
The Candle-Shooting Game is the next to become haunted, though the haunting is significantly more straightforward. In an act of simple mischief, the flame will occasionally withstand blasts from the water gun that should have surely snuffed it, or the flame will go out just as you line your shot up. These spirits are aiming to ruin this particular game, but not your night.
Cards and Consequences
On the outskirts of the festival, there is a strange building set up. Just a small shack, decorated with celestial trappings and a mysterious air. Above the door, a sign painted black with gold lettering says "HOUSE OF CARDS". Is it a funhouse? A fortune teller? No one's sure who set it up. Perhaps another effort of Captain Tuttle or something.There is a sign on the double doors that make up the entrance, which reads, "Admission is free, but you must enter in pairs." And true to its word, the doors will not open unless two different people take each door's handle. Otherwise it is definitively locked.
So, choose a companion and go explore! What's the worst that could happen? All you have to do is open the door.
| CONTENT WARNINGS: mild manipulation, unreality, snakes, possible character death. |
whack-a-mole
Strictly speaking, CT's on duty. The fair isn't something she visits all that much on her own time, but the atmosphere's at least makes for a pleasant enough shift on patrol and it's a good excuse to people watch.
As she passes by Crichton playing Whack-a-Mole, the wind whispers: CT's home colony was glassed three years ago, leaving her the last member of her family. None the wiser to the game's strange curse, what she notices is Crichton's reaction.
"Everything alright, sir?"
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For all her control over how she presents herself, even CT can't help the way her spine snaps ramrod straight, nor the half-step back she takes. The instincts that, at home, would've sent her hand to her sidearm thankfully stay restrained.
How the hell do you know that? she thinks, but says only: "Why?"
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"Because I--now, look, I didn't do this on purpose, okay? But. I think I just heard something about you from ... the wind." Yeah, he doesn't like his chances, either.
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Luckily for Crichton, CT isn't as quick to throw a fist as many of her teammates. No, lashing out would draw attention, especially in official enforcer gear, and CT has had a lot of practice in restraining herself so she doesn't draw such attention.
Besides. Lashing out wouldn't get her answers.
"The wind. Right." The polite, tight smile that follows may actually be worse than a straightforward punch—depending on Crichton's perspective, at least. "Would you kindly step to the side with me, sir, I think we need to have a conversation."
Which is a very diplomatic way of saying 'let's have a private chat, right now'.
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"Yeah... think that might be best." He's holding his hands over his head like this is a stick-up. God, he hopes this isn't a stick-up. Regardless, he will follow her to a secluded place without fuss.
"I know how this sounds, but I'm begging you to believe me."
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The faux formality slips as they step away from public view and off somewhere quieter, with less eyes. But the tightness doesn't. CT is the coiled spring of a firing mechanism, waiting to fire.
"I never said I didn't." It would have sounded insane anywhere else, but here there's magic, which means almost anything is on the table. "What did you hear?"
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He braces himself with a deep breath. "Something whispered in my ear that... you are the last member of your family because your home colony was glassed three years ago... I'm sorry."
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The first shift in CT's expression is near impossible to read.
Too much to hope that it would be a lie, or even something easier to deny without wrenching something in her apart. It's one thing to lie by omission, when offering up small, humanising details about her life to distract people from how little of substance she ever says about herself. It's another to claim aloud that Resol's destruction never happened, that what this man heard on the wind means nothing at all.
The second shift is more of a crack, as CT pinches the bridge of her nose and curses, "Goddammit—" under her breath. She scrubs her hands over her face, takes a breath, releases it, and instead of directly acknowledging the truth of it, asks: "Do you know, what glassing means?"
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"Not specifically. I can guess, but I'm sure that won't do it justice."
cw: mass death, planetary genocide, ecological destruction
Once upon a time, CT wouldn't do this. She never used to be quite so biting, quite so ready to lash out at the nearest target or even the universe itself. But CT isn't Connie, and times change, and this wasn't meant to come out like this.
What starts off as a simmering, controlled righteous frustration burns hotter and more emotional the more she speaks. "It is the complete destruction of a world in the worst possible ways you can imagine. The Covenant positions its ships above the planet's population centres and bombards them with superheated plasma—sometimes bombs, sometimes beams, always so powerful that anything organic caught in its blast radius would be vaporized before they even knew what was happening. Even outside of the initial target area, the heat spreads for miles and you better hope you're close enough to die instantly. Soil becomes molten and mineralises. Bodies of water are boiled away until all that's left are ashy— puddles, if there's anything left at all. Buildings and vehicles and infrastructure all melt down into this horrid chemical soup that mixes with the ash and hardens into this horrid glass or obsidian-like substance that nothing can survive in. And even if you somehow survive that, if you're far enough away from the worst of it to earn a few more days of struggling, the ash kicks up into the atmosphere and blocks out the sun. The planet becomes completely uninhabitable. Nuclear winter, massive storms— if you don't escape your colony before the glassing begins in earnest you become a statistic whether you die in the blast or not."
She breathes hard. Not everyone knows all the gory details, the UNSC does what they can to keep that out of the propaganda cycle to help with morale, but there are files. Files full of official reports and eyewitness reports and all of it just a few clicks away for someone with her skills. She only started to regret wanting to know after she heard about Resol.
Her cadence gets calmer, more controlled, but no less strained. "Half the time you the news doesn't reach the rest of Human-Occupied space for months. Communication lines go down during an attack and until some survivors make it to another colony or someone notices the silence? Nothing. No one knows. I still don't know the exact date it happened."
cw: mass death, planetary genocide, ecological destruction
"I know it doesn't mean jack shit when I didn't have the right to know any of this to begin with, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. No one is going to hear it from me, I swear to you."
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She can't bring herself to meet his eyes for long—too high a risk she'll get the wrong kind of emotional. Anger is okay. Crying and risking a meltdown isn't. So she breathes and crosses her arms under her chest. "...thank you. It's the least you could do but I do appreciate it."
This wasn't a consequence of all this magic stuff that she was expecting, but the risk is now neatly filed alongside the others she has to account for.
"Intergalactic war is a horrible thing. Humanity wasn't prepared for first contact to be... what it was."
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"That seems like a common theme for Earth. You're uh... lookin' at the guy who made first contact in my world."
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Her brows raise in genuine surprise. "Really? What did that look like, in your world? You say you weren't prepared but there's a lot of ways for things to go differently than all the theories."
It's like flipping a switch, one second there's the stress and the next she's redirecting that energy into simply asking questions.
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"I'm an astronaut. I was in the middle of conducting an experiment in space when I got sucked-up by a wormhole. It spat me out clear across space into a place full of aliens who'd never even heard of Earth or humans. It wasn't the warmest of welcomes."
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"Oh. Damn." Well, that's definitely one way to find yourself completely unprepared. It's also about as close to CT's worst nightmare of a scenario as she can currently image—the sheer unpredictability... she restrains a shudder, but it's a close thing. "—you survived going through a wormhole like that? Were you in a craft?"
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"It was a module I designed myself. I had a theory that I could use the gravitational forces of Earth's atmosphere to accelerate. I calculated that if I exited the atmosphere at the right angle, I would slingshot myself away at great speed without using any accelerants or fuel." It was supposed to revolutionize their capabilities of deep space travel. It sure did, but not as intended.
"The shielding I built into my Farscape-One protected me from the radiation and heat. Probably why I didn't liquify."
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"That's— as impressive as it is insanely dangerous. We still don't have small crafts capable of surviving that sort of travel and we've had access to slipspace for a couple centuries. The Covenant did, but... the Covenant were always much more advanced."
It's most of why the war was always so one-sided. The Covenant had them outgunned in every possible way.
"Lucky that it worked at all, even if the outcome wasn't ideal."
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And on the flip side, he understands what she's saying too. The Covenant sounds a lot like the Scarrans from what he's hearing. He still wakes up in a cold sweat some nights dreaming that they finally found Earth. The things they would do there... not glassing, but not a lot better.
"My luck tends to come with downsides. I was one of the first on that side of the cosmos to do it, too. When word got out, it painted a target on my back. Not that I'm not grateful to have survived, but I spent the rest of my time in space trying to outrun every asshole and his brother who wanted a piece of me."
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"I read up on slipspace travel when I accepted my first starship deployment. I'd never left my home colony before and I wanted to be prepared." To put her mind at ease about all the risks, even as controlled for as they are these days.
It doesn't sound like it's quite the same thing as what Crichton dealt with, but it's close enough. And slipspace openings have been colloquially referred to as wormholes for as long as slipspace has been open to them.
"Life on the run. I know a little something about that." Ugh, no, that was sloppy, offering too much for no reason. How this conversation started really has set her askew. "I mean— that kind of target isn't fun to deal with, I'm sure."
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CT presses her lips together and exhales through her nose, arms folding a little tighter. There's a too long stretch where she says nothing at all, before she finally speaks again.
"...something else. I angered some very powerful people who needed me dead silent if they were going to keep that power."
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"I won't ask for the dirty details, but is it safe to assume these people in power had no right holding onto that power? Since they were so willing to take you out, I'm assuming their morals are less than gold standard."
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"Yeah," she says on a sigh. The hand rested on the opposite bicep starts picking at her uniform. "Which isn't exactly unusual, these days. I'm not sure there's a single branch of the military that isn't doing something wildly unethical for the sake of winning this war. But there's... limits. Things even the worst ONI spooks would disapprove of for the risks they invite toward our survival."
That's the tricky thing, about intergalactic war with a power against whom you stand no chance. Moral lines blur by necessity.
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[cw: death/torture mention]
cw: death description
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good to wrap on yours?
yes!
I lied, but okay end for real~
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