voidmissions | [M15] ENEMY: UNKNOWN

On opening their eyes, Voidtreckers will feel a sense of disorientation, a dizziness to their vision and inside their head. Both clear quickly, letting them remember where they came from: in the midst of a mission, some unknown entity jumping them, and then —

They're here. Wherever here is.
They stand in an empty room. The lighting of the room stings their eyes after how dark the rest of the station has been. The walls, ceiling and floor are all bright white, tiles. There is no visible door, no windows.

After the disorientation comes fear. The hairs on the back of their neck stand up. For those with danger sense, these senses are going haywire, even though any other abilities are still not working. The feeling can be pushed down, it is similar to the air of expectation at the start of a horror film, the anticipation of fear rather than being in a truly dangerous situation. It might be that they have been on the train long enough to have felt it before.

Heavy footsteps sound, it is almost impossible to tell where they are coming from as the echo through the empty space. The feeling of dread grows until part of the far wall slides open with a mechanical hiss.

Filling the doorway are two huge figures, around seven foot tall and bulky. They are in large metal suits, almost like power armour, black with highlights of gold. They wear a mask that covers their whole face. It is impossible to see the figure inside at all. Their breathing comes through heavy and raspy and when they walk their footsteps are heavy. The door closes behind them and their presence makes the room feel smaller. One of them scans a green light over the voidtrecker.

"Do not be alarmed. Under sections ninety six of Inter-dimensional law and on behalf of the Void Ministry we have intercepted Voidcraft designation Voidtrecker Express as part of ongoing investigations. You have been taking part in a simulated excercise to gauge your skill and strength. No harm shall come to you or your crew, you are protected by inter dimensional law. You have been chosen for questioning and we ask that you comply. You have the right to refuse our interview but we have the right to hold you until our investigation is complete or one week in standard void time has passed, whichever is longest. Complying with us will ensure our investigation is more efficient."

The inspector talking pauses here, as if giving the voidtrecker time to take in that information.

"Do you accept our interview?"

ENEMY: UNKNOWN

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The silence looms for a few seconds more - that checking kind of way, perhaps - before it's Er who speaks.

"Many of your queries relies on answers we do not have. What the voidcraft can and cannot do is uncertain to us. Cooperation can only be achieved if both sides desire it. The voidcraft has not allowed so, as already stated."

"With that said," speaks up Yi. "Please confirm: That your belief of the aims of the Voidtrecker Express is to find its lost crew. That your aim is to help it find its lost crew, and to learn more of the disasters of systems disappearing."

"Confirmed." Not easily, if the swing of his tail is any indication behind him, but it slows and comes to rest curled against his leg and angling up, so it forms a sort of partial spiral against his side. It's more or less his understanding, though he adds, "Along with providing assistance to largely, er, what's the phrase you use... non-void active? Those kinds of systems in extreme distress along the way."

"Understood. Helping places in distress is also the aim of voidcraft Voidtrecker Express, and members of the crew upon it." Er repeats in acknowledgement, simple and calmly. "Your time has been appreciated," Er goes on. "Do you have any further information you feel will be pertinent to our investigation?"

"Forms can be handed over, if you would like time to think it over," adds Yi.

... Part of him desperately wants to make a face at forms, but surely. Surely it can't be as thick as some of the books with clan precepts, and what does he know about being less reckless?

Thus he sighs.

"The time and forms are appreciated, thank you."

Other heads might have more relevant things to say, after all.

"Excuse us." While they both say it, one of the Inspector turns and walks to the door, making it slide open and close behind them, in time as the other Inspector speaks.

"We have created a space to accommodate you while our investigation continues. Your crew will eventually join you as they reach this section. For the time being, you may view their current progress to ensure their continued presence."

The door opens again, and another - or the same? - walks into the room with a wad of papers, fifty pages or so. They approach Jingyi and hold out the forms.

"You may take these and leave through the door." The one not holding the forms continues to speak, gesturing over to the doorway.

Jingyi frowns at the view progress to ensure their continued presence, noting, "View how? What tells us it's not an illusion?"

They've dealt with those, and while most his dealing was in the training at that one pseudo underwater world and then at Diagad, the point remains.

Then, the inspector returns, or who knows, maybe another identical inspector to the first two arrives, and they're holding papers. Enough papers to startle Jingyi into blinking, lifting his hands to accept the forms with a sort of baffled expression on his face.

"... Right. Okay, I'll do that." He glances down at the papers, then up to the inspector who handed them over, then to the one gesturing toward the door. "Do you have anything to write with? Ink? Brush? Whatever you use?"

He wants to leave, really, but practical concerns if this paper isn't enchanted to write when you speak to it or something!

"We cannot convince you if you decide to believe them illusions," speaks Yi, "but it is by visual technology that have been set around the station, to allow for viewing of the different sectors, so we may keep watch of the crew."

But in the end, it was up to Jingyi to believe if the feeds were real or not. The one who handed the papers also holds out a pen as it's asked, metallic and simple in design. Enjoy your ballpoint.

Taking the ballpoint pen, he nods, slow, lips pressed into that same thin line.

"Thank you for the writing implement." Pen has evaded his memory in this particular moment, and so he says that instead. As far as belief in truth of monitor or illusion, Yi is correct. There's no way to say for sure. Until they're back with the rest of their people and comparing notes, they won't know.

So he bows, brief if polite, and turns to head through the door they've opened, into the holding cell where twelve and more others waited, as plucked out of this experiment as he only now had been. There are enough worries to swirl around in his head for now.

[M15] ENEMY: UNKNOWN - THE INTERVIEW

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