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alphalogs2016-08-28 08:40 am
- [daycycle 105],
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- barry allen [the flash],
- buffy summers [btvs],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- felicity smoak [arrow],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- morgana lefey [merlin],
- natasha romanoff [mcu],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- stiles stilinski [teen wolf],
- ~inactive: caitlin snow [the flash]
Daycycle 105 [ August 28 - September 03]
daycycle 105
[Aug 28 - Sept 3]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
Felicity Smoak and Natasha Romanoff, have been selected for today’s mission. Details are below:
‘In order to help us improve our combat simulators, you will need to run through any combat situation you encounter at least three times. On the second pass through, engage the combat at a greater range than originally. On the third pass through, attempt it at a much closer range. You will provide tactical notes to our staff afterwards. If the simulators catch fire, or fail to respond to override commands... note that too. The eggheads were supposed to have fixed that.’
Please debrief the computer on the status of your mission by the end of the Daycycle here.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties, unless specifically assigned a different shift.
Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.
Tonight’s event will be at 1700 in Hangar 15, Armed Forces Sector and will be hosted by the Alpha Complex Dogeball Association. Join us for a game of Alpha Dodgeball! All clearance levels above INFRARED welcome.
Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.
Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.
no subject
When Natasha sprints, Felicity follows behind her, but purposefully not as quickly. Part of her is hoping that Natasha's got this and will just dismember both of them like she's done with some of the previous drones. The metal arm Felicity was holding right now was proof. But part of Felicity also knows that she shouldn't ever get herself trapped against a wall again, where there was nowhere to run. If she can't fight, she at least needs to be able to run.
When the second droid gets free from being entangled, it comes for her, and from that point on, she can no longer see Natasha. Felicity takes one step back, then another, waiting to see what the droid plans on doing as it approaches, before she breaks out into a full on run around the room. Natasha's hunch was right, this thing was heavier, but it was slower too. If Felicity could run forever, it would never catch up. Too bad Felicity did not do nearly enough cardio to be able to run for more than a minute at a time, much less forever.
But when she stops to catch a breath, for the first time ever, Felicity truly understands how her size could be an advantage. She glances to the metal arm in her hand, then back at the incoming droid. Taking a deep breath, she decides to run away, but this time, around the droid. Robots always had more trouble turning than real humans, and when Felicity sees her chance, she steps with her entire body and whacks the droid in the back of the head with her blunt weapon.
"Oh no." She'd made a dent, and that was it. A small, barely noticeable dent. And the droid was fully turned around now, and she was still so close. When it moves an arm to side-swipe her, Felicity doesn't remember to dodge. She can feel the metal push against her skin, which then pushes against her rib cage — and suddenly she's on the ground, her body skidding to a stop as she has the wind completely knocked out of her.
She's fighting to breathe when she hears Natasha say her name, and she can't even muster the ability to say Help. Wheezing, she reaches for the blaster in her holster again, her left arm supporting her right as she points it up towards the droid. Her eyes are focused, she looks through the sights, and she fires. Once. Twice. Three times.
no subject
”Roll to your right!” She calls out to Felicity loudly, and Natasha grips the things loose foot to pull it to her left, causing it to fall to her right and in the opposite direction of Felicity’s roll. The sound of it hitting the ground is deafening, a mechanical crush that would probably be morbid if it was flesh and bone, and when it collides with the floor I does so flat on it’s face. Powerful or not, it’s still a robot, and robot’s don’t have the common sense to throw their arms out before them to break their own fall. As soon as it’s down Natasha is on her feet and jumping over it, running to Felicity and grabbing her hand where she still lay on the ground to help her up if she needs it. As soon as she’s sure Felicity is alright she turns to look at the newly fallen droid, and her jaw sets with a firm tension that’s paired with an unwavering stare.
This is ridiculous. Natasha wouldn’t be angry if it was just her, but Felicity doesn’t have the training to go through something like this with someone who isn’t like Natasha, and even then, it was a little too close for comfort. What type of person would throw someone without extensive training into a test session like this? The blatant disregard for an innocent life is enough to leave a spoiled taste on Natasha’s tongue, coppery with anger, and she reaches for her blaster at her hip once more. “You want close contact?” She says it aloud with heat in her voice, fury like venom dripping from her every word, and with three long strides she’s at the droid’s side when it’s arms move to push itself up off the ground. A heavy foot lands in the center of its back, slamming it back down onto tile as Natasha keeps it still, and within a second her blaster is out of its holster and pointed close range to the back of the machine’s head in one fluid motion. There’s no hesitation when she pulls the trigger to blast a hole through it’s circuitry, and she has the urge to shoot it once more but restrains, instead letting the weapon lower to her side. Killers make sure their target is dead; murderers take vengeance beyond that. It’s a distinct line that Natasha is sure to never cross, even if the target isn’t human.
Only then does she turn back to Felicity, returning to her with her blaster back in its holster, and she eyes her up and down before making direct eye contact. “Well, you’re alive.” She can’t help but grin. “All in all, it could have been worse.” Her smile fades, though, into something more sympathetic. “You alright?”
no subject
It isn’t until she hears Natasha’s voice that she looks down and notices the woman has her hand on the droid’s leg. If survival hadn’t taken over already, it certainly takes over now and Felicity rolls, hoping to God that she was actually rolling right and not left. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her arms are protecting her face when she hears the metal crushing against the floor. She winces, multiple times, when the droid’s arms hit the ground after its torso.
Feeling Natasha’s hand on her hers isn’t enough to get her to get back up, or even open her eyes. Her heart was pounding. What happened against the wall earlier was close, but this was closer. She actually could have died right then, she thinks, and that would have been it. So even if Natasha tugs, she just lays there for a minute, almost like dead weight.
Like dead weight trying to catch its breath.
She doesn’t see Natasha walk over to the droid and push it down with her foot, but she can hear it. She can also hear the shot, and the crackling of the ripped and newly exposed wires. Only then does she breathe again.
You can do this, she thinks to herself. You’ve been through worse. Get up.
One of her palms push up against the ground and Felicity manages to sit upright, glancing over at the droid with a hole in its head before she looks back at Natasha.
“Thank you,” she says, as she starts pushing herself to stand. The whole process is a little wobbly, but she gets there. “For saving me.”
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Natasha stands when Felicity starts to move up, her back straightening as she does. “You know who to go to now when you need a teammate. We’re walking out of here with more of an advantage than what we walked in with, that’s what matters in situations like this.” Particularly because now, Natasha knows that there are most likely a lot of people like Felicity around these parts that will need her help just as much as Felicity did. If she can provide some sort of comfort for her, perhaps word will get around that Natasha is willing to help those who need it. They’re more powerful if they work together in this place, Natasha doesn’t need to be there for a full month to already recognize that.
”You ever want help practicing with that gun, you just come to me. A girl has got to be able to watch her own back. For now… let’s get you out of this hell box, huh?”
The end! (if you're cool with it)
She nods twice when Natasha offers to help her practice her aim. Being able to shoot at all and hit — that had been one of the best things to come out of this. It isn’t until Natasha is telling her that they can leave that Felicity realizes that that was it. They’d made it for all three rounds. The simulation and the mission was over.
“Yes. Yes please.”
She’d certainly have another story to tell Stiles the next day. Somehow it no longer seems fair that his mission hadn’t involved robots bursting into flame or trying to hunt him down and kill him.
*****
Later that night at dinner, when Felicity gets to spend some time alone, she pulls out her PDC and finds Natasha in her contacts list. She was the only Special named that, so it made it easy to figure out which Natasha she should be texting. When it arrives, it’s encrypted to her, and it reads:
Natasha, it’s Felicity. If you ever need a friend who’s more than a little familiar with computers, you’ve now got one. I may not be that good (yet) out there, but in here, I am pure magic.
A few seconds later:
Okay maybe not pure magic because that’s just not possible and hacking computers is a total science. But you know what I mean.
Natasha Romanoff, you’ve just made yourself a friend.