THE ORDER

[the-order-reforged]

"Her perseverance will save us all."

A sister, survivor, and one of the Seven, her perseverance is a light in the darkness.

I'm The Order, one of the Seven. Though, if we're not dealing with business, you can call me Odette.

I'm proud to be one of The Seven. No matter what, I stand alongside them, and I stand for the protection of reality.

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#a daughter's anguish - posts/reblogs

#following orders - asks

RULES:

Mun is 18, but no suggestive content will be present on this blog.

Don't use my writing or ideas for any AI use.

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HEADCANONS:

Appearance wise, I headcanon her to be a bit more muscular than she is in-game. She also has a white streak in her hair, like her father does, and a septum piercing that matches her sister's. She's a little shorter than Imagined.

She also wears her original suit most of the time. She wears it mostly because it's nostalgic, but I also think the old suit would be more comfortable for everyday wear. Also, her reforged suit has heels for some reason, which is SO impractical.

Odette is married and has a daughter, but I will probably avoid mentioning it that much on here. She's married to my OC who currently doesn't have a blog on here. Again, probably not going to mention him, but here's a render I made of them together!! ⬇️

[islands-vengeance]

[Posts for context -> "An apple a day does keep the doctor away" - Geno + "Oh No Evie Your Mans In Trouble" - The Force] [ @heroic-hope ]

WHAT!?

*Triage and Jones in danger!? And by Visitor's doing!? What was that fucker doing!? Who did he think he was!?

An hallucination of Vigneron frantically pulling on Venge's arm moved his eyes away from being able to see Ripp shooting from his seat to help Evie recover from her supposed Force vision*

"We need to go!"

But...Evie--!

"NOW!!"

...okay. Ripp. Make sure she's okay and follow me when she's ready.

*Seeing Ripp nod prompted Venge to begin sprinting down hallways at speeds he wasn't aware he could hit, as he did so he rustled inside his pocket, taking out his RW card and pinging a general emergency ping*

To any member online. Jones' tank room. Medic is injured and Commander's in danger. It's Visitor. Need backup stat.

[hope-the-prophecy]

[ The second she saw the ping, Hope found herself running to where Jones' tank was. She had a terrible feeling about this. ]

[ Her visions had been telling her one thing lately: something bad was on the horizon, and "Visitor" was connected to it, somehow. This, whatever it is, had to be it - this is what the visions were warning her of. ]

" I'm.. here. "

[ Hope said, trying to at least seem calm. ]

[islands-vengeance]

[ @long-live-evie @perfected-visitor-fn ]

Good. Glad to have you here.

*His eyes scanned the group, confirming Ripp and Evie had also arrived as they were now standing right infront of him, Ripp on high allert and Evie...not quite in perfect shape but at least she was standing upright.*

Stay right behind me. If he dares to do anything he's gonna attack me first. You'll have time to attack.

*Vengeance took a deep breath and stepped into view of the Visitor, eyes glaring in an eerie purple-reddish glow he had not noticed.*

You. Think you could stab us in the back and go unnoticed for any longer?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor looked up from the panel, noting the assembled people in front of him. He looked down and Triage on the ground, then at the panel, then back at them.]

Well. I could give a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.

... But why should I? There would be no point, after all. The average intelligence in this room borders on the lower median, yet even a child could infer that something is amiss.

[He turned to face then, hand still near the panel.]

So, since this charade has gone on for an embarrassingly long time, I think it is time I introduce myself.

[Lifting his other hand, he pulled his helmet off, and Geno breathed deeply.]

And thank the Point, that helmet is so incredibly uncomfortable.

[He tossed his helmet aside, and gave a dramatic bow.]

I am Geno. A distinct pleasure to meet... well, most of you.

[long-live-evie]

No introduction necessary.

*Evie was very unwell. The Ascender from the Blimp had done numbers on her already swimming stomach and head. But nobody would know by looking at her. This wasn't the first time she'd forced herself forward under similar conditions, and pure adrenaline and rage had erased all fog and even hints of exhaustion. She was alert, and she was furious.

Now that she could actually see Geno's face, it was no wonder the Ageless was as reclusive and skittish as he was. They were nearly identical... except this monster that demanded perfection had ironically been marred. The sight of that scar and the visible age that had set in set a spark of defiant hope burning in Evie, despite everything.

The invulnerable could be hurt. They just needed to find out how.

If she had known, Evie would never have revealed her Force abilities to him. But that ship had long since sailed, so she saw no point in pretense. With a sharp pull of her hand, the pistol on Geno's hip and the knife in his boot flew to her, coming to a stop in front of her hand, and with a flick of her wrist both shattered, the shrapnel hovering in place still. Probably not his only weapons, but it narrowed his options.*

We both know how a fight here would go, and I'm not interested in pointless sacrifices, so let's dispense with the games.

Step away from my husband and Triage. Now.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Geno gasped in mock offense.]

Ah, but the games have just begun, Miss Evelynn! After months of you people not even putting up token resistance to my moves, you have FINALLY made one of your own!

[He scoffed, pulling at his his braces.]

For all I expected, living in the headquarters of the Heroes of Reality, you are a dull and sullen lot. Some of you barely pretend you are not children play acting at heroics, while others act as though a single year and a half can make up for the mistakes that span a lifetime.

[Geno's face twisted into a sneer as he jabbed a finger at Vengeance.]

And if I had not had to put up with it enough for several years, that snapshot is constantly moping about trauma that was conjured into his mind wholesale by the Zero Point. A past that does not even exist, let alone matter!

[He let the bracers clatter to the floor, before moving on to the chestplate straps.]

So before you all act so smug and sanctimonious, recall that I am the one who has spent the past few months making sure that anything happened, so that the Zero Point was reformed and Reality did not collapse.

Now then, I suppose you all want an account of the various circumstances that led to your current predicament? It would certainly aid you if you wish to stop me from fixing reality.

[long-live-evie]

*He was goading them, and Evie had seen that far too many times for it to have the desired effect. All anger, all emotion, vanished from her face, the only thing remaining being pure disdain.*

You don't have the right to call me by my name.

Furthermore, the one doing the majority of the work on the Zero Point has been the Innovation. If anything, this situation is your fault, and in fixing it you've been doing nothing but riding her coattails. And you did nothing to help the people you hurt, but of course you wouldn't, because you don't care, so all this talk of acting sanctimonious really is rich coming from you.

*She turned her hand, the shards repositioning into a grid of tiny razors.*

One more time. Step. Away. From my husband.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

And none of the rest of you are the slightest bit curious? No?

[He shrugged, the motion letting the chestplate drop to the ground.]

Ah well. It was not as though I was going to reveal anything, but to not even make an attempt?

[He tssked and shook his head back and forth.]

Poor strategy, but alas.

Would it be incorrect to assume, then, that you all would be willing to hear me out? Form an alliance against the Voyager, and the collapse of everything that he represents? As... eccentric a group as you all are, it is not strictly necessary for me to threaten and eliminate the lot of you...

[the-order-reforged]

" An alliance... with YOU? "

" I know what game you're playing, father. You and I both know that your threats mean nothing- "

[ She paused for a brief second, overcome with an anger - no, a rage - that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. ]

" Because either way, when you're done with us, all of us, "

[ She glanced at the others, then back at him. ]

" You'll throw us away, like you did to my sister and I, all those years ago. "

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Geno sighed.]

My daughter, I... I never intended for your replacements to be permenant. Snapshots are, and always have been unstable, and I simply wished to see how long they could last living your lives!

[He shook his head.]

We both want the same thing-- the reassembly of the Zero Point. It is only like this because of the actions of your little group, the Seven. Did I not warn you this would happen? Did I not ask you, time and again, to refrain from fighting me lest you hurt yourself?

[His eyes flashed.]

... Like your sister hurt herself, all over your mutual hatred of me?

Scientist mentioned to me, shortly after we all met, that you had built a life for yourself... a family. Do you truly wish to endanger them like you did her?

[the-order-reforged]

" You want the Zero Point stable so you can control it. We fought for its freedom once, and we will do it again. "

" And... don't pretend like you ever cared about me, or my sister. I saw through that act a long time ago. "

[ Hearing the mention of her family made her stop in her tracks. Instantly, her anger was overshadowed with fear - knowing that her family, the one precious thing she had, wasn't safe from him. ]

" Don't you dare mention my family. My husband, my daughter - they have NOTHING to do with this. "

[ She was on the verge of crying - though she'd been fighting back tears as soon as she saw his face. She stared down at the floor - her first instinct was to leave, to run from him, but she couldn't at a time like this. ]

[islands-vengeance]

[Posts for context -> "An apple a day does keep the doctor away" - Geno + "Oh No Evie Your Mans In Trouble" - The Force] [ @heroic-hope ]

WHAT!?

*Triage and Jones in danger!? And by Visitor's doing!? What was that fucker doing!? Who did he think he was!?

An hallucination of Vigneron frantically pulling on Venge's arm moved his eyes away from being able to see Ripp shooting from his seat to help Evie recover from her supposed Force vision*

"We need to go!"

But...Evie--!

"NOW!!"

...okay. Ripp. Make sure she's okay and follow me when she's ready.

*Seeing Ripp nod prompted Venge to begin sprinting down hallways at speeds he wasn't aware he could hit, as he did so he rustled inside his pocket, taking out his RW card and pinging a general emergency ping*

To any member online. Jones' tank room. Medic is injured and Commander's in danger. It's Visitor. Need backup stat.

[hope-the-prophecy]

[ The second she saw the ping, Hope found herself running to where Jones' tank was. She had a terrible feeling about this. ]

[ Her visions had been telling her one thing lately: something bad was on the horizon, and "Visitor" was connected to it, somehow. This, whatever it is, had to be it - this is what the visions were warning her of. ]

" I'm.. here. "

[ Hope said, trying to at least seem calm. ]

[islands-vengeance]

[ @long-live-evie @perfected-visitor-fn ]

Good. Glad to have you here.

*His eyes scanned the group, confirming Ripp and Evie had also arrived as they were now standing right infront of him, Ripp on high allert and Evie...not quite in perfect shape but at least she was standing upright.*

Stay right behind me. If he dares to do anything he's gonna attack me first. You'll have time to attack.

*Vengeance took a deep breath and stepped into view of the Visitor, eyes glaring in an eerie purple-reddish glow he had not noticed.*

You. Think you could stab us in the back and go unnoticed for any longer?

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor looked up from the panel, noting the assembled people in front of him. He looked down and Triage on the ground, then at the panel, then back at them.]

Well. I could give a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.

... But why should I? There would be no point, after all. The average intelligence in this room borders on the lower median, yet even a child could infer that something is amiss.

[He turned to face then, hand still near the panel.]

So, since this charade has gone on for an embarrassingly long time, I think it is time I introduce myself.

[Lifting his other hand, he pulled his helmet off, and Geno breathed deeply.]

And thank the Point, that helmet is so incredibly uncomfortable.

[He tossed his helmet aside, and gave a dramatic bow.]

I am Geno. A distinct pleasure to meet... well, most of you.

[long-live-evie]

No introduction necessary.

*Evie was very unwell. The Ascender from the Blimp had done numbers on her already swimming stomach and head. But nobody would know by looking at her. This wasn't the first time she'd forced herself forward under similar conditions, and pure adrenaline and rage had erased all fog and even hints of exhaustion. She was alert, and she was furious.

Now that she could actually see Geno's face, it was no wonder the Ageless was as reclusive and skittish as he was. They were nearly identical... except this monster that demanded perfection had ironically been marred. The sight of that scar and the visible age that had set in set a spark of defiant hope burning in Evie, despite everything.

The invulnerable could be hurt. They just needed to find out how.

If she had known, Evie would never have revealed her Force abilities to him. But that ship had long since sailed, so she saw no point in pretense. With a sharp pull of her hand, the pistol on Geno's hip and the knife in his boot flew to her, coming to a stop in front of her hand, and with a flick of her wrist both shattered, the shrapnel hovering in place still. Probably not his only weapons, but it narrowed his options.*

We both know how a fight here would go, and I'm not interested in pointless sacrifices, so let's dispense with the games.

Step away from my husband and Triage. Now.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Geno gasped in mock offense.]

Ah, but the games have just begun, Miss Evelynn! After months of you people not even putting up token resistance to my moves, you have FINALLY made one of your own!

[He scoffed, pulling at his his braces.]

For all I expected, living in the headquarters of the Heroes of Reality, you are a dull and sullen lot. Some of you barely pretend you are not children play acting at heroics, while others act as though a single year and a half can make up for the mistakes that span a lifetime.

[Geno's face twisted into a sneer as he jabbed a finger at Vengeance.]

And if I had not had to put up with it enough for several years, that snapshot is constantly moping about trauma that was conjured into his mind wholesale by the Zero Point. A past that does not even exist, let alone matter!

[He let the bracers clatter to the floor, before moving on to the chestplate straps.]

So before you all act so smug and sanctimonious, recall that I am the one who has spent the past few months making sure that anything happened, so that the Zero Point was reformed and Reality did not collapse.

Now then, I suppose you all want an account of the various circumstances that led to your current predicament? It would certainly aid you if you wish to stop me from fixing reality.

[long-live-evie]

*He was goading them, and Evie had seen that far too many times for it to have the desired effect. All anger, all emotion, vanished from her face, the only thing remaining being pure disdain.*

You don't have the right to call me by my name.

Furthermore, the one doing the majority of the work on the Zero Point has been the Innovation. If anything, this situation is your fault, and in fixing it you've been doing nothing but riding her coattails. And you did nothing to help the people you hurt, but of course you wouldn't, because you don't care, so all this talk of acting sanctimonious really is rich coming from you.

*She turned her hand, the shards repositioning into a grid of tiny razors.*

One more time. Step. Away. From my husband.

[perfected-visitor-fn]

And none of the rest of you are the slightest bit curious? No?

[He shrugged, the motion letting the chestplate drop to the ground.]

Ah well. It was not as though I was going to reveal anything, but to not even make an attempt?

[He tssked and shook his head back and forth.]

Poor strategy, but alas.

Would it be incorrect to assume, then, that you all would be willing to hear me out? Form an alliance against the Voyager, and the collapse of everything that he represents? As... eccentric a group as you all are, it is not strictly necessary for me to threaten and eliminate the lot of you...

[the-order-reforged]

" An alliance... with YOU? "

" I know what game you're playing, father. You and I both know that your threats mean nothing- "

[ She paused for a brief second, overcome with an anger - no, a rage - that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. ]

" Because either way, when you're done with us, all of us, "

[ She glanced at the others, then back at him. ]

" You'll throw us away, like you did to my sister and I, all those years ago. "

[the-order-reforged]

*A ping lights up on your computer, a message from Evie.*

I need you up in the Blimp. Jones' office. Standard files, but I need another pair of eyes to be sure I don't miss anything. Up for it?

@long-live-evie

[ Order quickly typed up a response as soon as she saw the message. ]

' Of course. I'll be there shortly. '

[long-live-evie]

*It wasn't long before the Order opened Jones' office door, and Evie gave her a tired smile, offering a cup of coffee to tweak.*

Thanks so much for coming, Order. It's been a while since we last really chatted on Remix. I still have that cracking code you gave me.

*And it had been very useful, that was for certain.

Setting her own mug down, Evie picked up a notepad, beginning to write.*

I miss John, and I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind if I sort one more stack of files alone. So I figured now was as good a chance as any to catch up with you!

How've you been?

*She laughed awkwardly and gestured at two stacks of files.*

And uh... which would you prefer?

*As she spoke, Evie now handed the Order the notebook, the hastily penned words plain as day. This entire "catching up" was a façade for listening ears, and she trusted a fellow former agent like the Order would understand what she had written.*

>Comm lines bugged. Will you hear me out?<

[the-order-reforged]

" I've been doing alright, I'd say. "

[ For once, she wasn't lying about being 'fine' - things had been looking a little more optimistic lately. Yet she knew there were still problems to solve, and work to be done. ]

" I'm glad you invited me, even if we're just looking at these.. files. It's nice to get out of Sanctuary every now and then.. "

[ As soon as Order saw what Evie wrote on the notepad, she knew what was up - being the Seven's spy, she caught on quickly, and wrote a response. ]

> Of course, what's up? <

[long-live-evie]

*Perfect. Evie gave a grateful nod and a smile before continuing their little scene.*

I'm glad! Especially these days.

*Despite this being a farce, the files still needed doing, so Evie split her attention, taking one stack and beginning to sort through it as she wrote a reply.*

Sanctuary drives me crazy. I hate being underground, especially since Force training.

John seems to be improving, thankfully. I saw him this morning, the bleeding has finally stopped. I would have liked to stay longer, but... that creep, the Visitor, kept staring at me. If I'd stayed, I might've done something. At least Triage is with John now.

*She passed the notepad back to the Order.*

>I have a contact who wants to meet you. Extremely sensitive. Has to be you. Beyond top secret, even from our allies. You in?<

[the-order-reforged]

[ Order sorted through the other stack of files, though she was still more focused on the conversation at hand. ]

" That's good to hear, that Jones is improving. All we can do is hope that he'll wake up soon... "

[ She hesitated for a moment before she wrote down her response - she had so many questions, yet she knew it was better not to ask. ]

>I'm hesitant to agree, but yes, I'm in. <

[the-order-reforged]

*A ping lights up on your computer, a message from Evie.*

I need you up in the Blimp. Jones' office. Standard files, but I need another pair of eyes to be sure I don't miss anything. Up for it?

@long-live-evie

[ Order quickly typed up a response as soon as she saw the message. ]

' Of course. I'll be there shortly. '

[long-live-evie]

*It wasn't long before the Order opened Jones' office door, and Evie gave her a tired smile, offering a cup of coffee to tweak.*

Thanks so much for coming, Order. It's been a while since we last really chatted on Remix. I still have that cracking code you gave me.

*And it had been very useful, that was for certain.

Setting her own mug down, Evie picked up a notepad, beginning to write.*

I miss John, and I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind if I sort one more stack of files alone. So I figured now was as good a chance as any to catch up with you!

How've you been?

*She laughed awkwardly and gestured at two stacks of files.*

And uh... which would you prefer?

*As she spoke, Evie now handed the Order the notebook, the hastily penned words plain as day. This entire "catching up" was a façade for listening ears, and she trusted a fellow former agent like the Order would understand what she had written.*

>Comm lines bugged. Will you hear me out?<

[the-order-reforged]

" I've been doing alright, I'd say. "

[ For once, she wasn't lying about being 'fine' - things had been looking a little more optimistic lately. Yet she knew there were still problems to solve, and work to be done. ]

" I'm glad you invited me, even if we're just looking at these.. files. It's nice to get out of Sanctuary every now and then.. "

[ As soon as Order saw what Evie wrote on the notepad, she knew what was up - being the Seven's spy, she caught on quickly, and wrote a response. ]

> Of course, what's up? <

[the-order-reforged]

*A ping lights up on your computer, a message from Evie.*

I need you up in the Blimp. Jones' office. Standard files, but I need another pair of eyes to be sure I don't miss anything. Up for it?

@long-live-evie

[ Order quickly typed up a response as soon as she saw the message. ]

' Of course. I'll be there shortly. '

[the-order-reforged]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn had always had mixed feelings about Father's Day... despite it being, of course, a corporate holiday made to sell more neckties and toolkits, he still had an appreciation for the respect it indicated. Or would have indicated, had either of his daughters actually appreciated his efforts to make a perfect world for them.]

[Maybe he had replaced them with snapshots, but that was their own fault for not being skilled enough to exit the loop faster.]

[Still, his current identity provided a unique opportunity for appreciation. So, he had sat himself down in the cafeteria, poured himself a small glass of wine he wasn't going to be able to drink, and situated himself in such a way that was sure to catch Order's attention as she walked into the room for her fifth cup of coffee that day.]

[ Once again, Order made her coffee; this time, just black coffee. She'd grown tired of the extra effort it took, to make her coffee how she actually liked it. ]

[ She sat across from Visitor, and took a sip of her coffee. Her exhaustion was obvious, with a tired look on her face, and yet she still tried to give him a polite smile. After all, he was one of the few people she felt like she could trust. ]

" Hey, Vis. "

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor nodded solemnly.]

Order. I trust you are doing well today.

[He stared down at his glass, letting his shoulders slump in a forlorn look. He imagined himself looking rather melancholy, and considered that he should submit this entire charade for a Forté when he was done. He was certain it would result in a victory.]

[the-order-reforged]

" I'm.. alright. Just tired. "

[ She sighed, taking another sip of coffee - it was far too bitter, but she needed the energy. She noticed how Visitor's posture shifted, and figured he must have something to say. ]

" Something on your mind? "

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Excellent, he now had clearance to explain his seemingly downcast demeanor.]

Today is a... difficult day, for me. Before I was Visitor, before I joined the Seven... I had a family. I had children.

[He audibly swallowed and let his voice crack slightly.]

One of them, I have not met as myself since I took up the oath and bound myself in this armor. The other... passed, during a war.

[He shook his head, before looking at Order.]

There is not a day that goes by where I do not miss them.

[Every fiction needed a kernel of truth, did it not?]

[the-order-reforged]

[ Her expression shifted to one of sympathy. She had a child of her own, after all.. she couldn't imagine leaving her family behind. ]

" I'm... so sorry to hear that. "

[ It took her a moment to figure out why today of all days was a difficult one - she'd lost track of time lately. ]

" Oh, today is... father's day, isn't it? "

" Then... happy father's day, Vis. "

[ She gave him a sympathetic smile. ]

[the-order-reforged]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn had always had mixed feelings about Father's Day... despite it being, of course, a corporate holiday made to sell more neckties and toolkits, he still had an appreciation for the respect it indicated. Or would have indicated, had either of his daughters actually appreciated his efforts to make a perfect world for them.]

[Maybe he had replaced them with snapshots, but that was their own fault for not being skilled enough to exit the loop faster.]

[Still, his current identity provided a unique opportunity for appreciation. So, he had sat himself down in the cafeteria, poured himself a small glass of wine he wasn't going to be able to drink, and situated himself in such a way that was sure to catch Order's attention as she walked into the room for her fifth cup of coffee that day.]

[ Once again, Order made her coffee; this time, just black coffee. She'd grown tired of the extra effort it took, to make her coffee how she actually liked it. ]

[ She sat across from Visitor, and took a sip of her coffee. Her exhaustion was obvious, with a tired look on her face, and yet she still tried to give him a polite smile. After all, he was one of the few people she felt like she could trust. ]

" Hey, Vis. "

[perfected-visitor-fn]

[Visitor nodded solemnly.]

Order. I trust you are doing well today.

[He stared down at his glass, letting his shoulders slump in a forlorn look. He imagined himself looking rather melancholy, and considered that he should submit this entire charade for a Forté when he was done. He was certain it would result in a victory.]

[the-order-reforged]

" I'm.. alright. Just tired. "

[ She sighed, taking another sip of coffee - it was far too bitter, but she needed the energy. She noticed how Visitor's posture shifted, and figured he must have something to say. ]

" Something on your mind? "

[the-order-reforged]

[ @perfected-visitor-fn had always had mixed feelings about Father's Day... despite it being, of course, a corporate holiday made to sell more neckties and toolkits, he still had an appreciation for the respect it indicated. Or would have indicated, had either of his daughters actually appreciated his efforts to make a perfect world for them.]

[Maybe he had replaced them with snapshots, but that was their own fault for not being skilled enough to exit the loop faster.]

[Still, his current identity provided a unique opportunity for appreciation. So, he had sat himself down in the cafeteria, poured himself a small glass of wine he wasn't going to be able to drink, and situated himself in such a way that was sure to catch Order's attention as she walked into the room for her fifth cup of coffee that day.]

[ Once again, Order made her coffee; this time, just black coffee. She'd grown tired of the extra effort it took, to make her coffee how she actually liked it. ]

[ She sat across from Visitor, and took a sip of her coffee. Her exhaustion was obvious, with a tired look on her face, and yet she still tried to give him a polite smile. After all, he was one of the few people she felt like she could trust. ]

" Hey, Vis. "

[the-order-reforged]

* @the-foundation-7 strode toward you, his steps purposeful. He seemed... on edge.*

Order, report. How are the perpetrations for Friday coming?

[ Order looked up from her laptop screen, sitting at her desk where she'd been for the past five or six hours. ]

" Things are going about as well as they can, given... everything. "

[ She sighed, pausing for a brief moment. ]

" I can only hope this plan of yours actually works. I trust you, but... I can't shake this bad feeling. "

[the-foundation-7-archive]

Good. We cannot fail, for the looper's sake... even if they're not appreciative of our mission.

*Foundation was NOT still hung up on the so-called Showdown. He was NOT. It was, however, truly demoralizing to have concrete proof that the people you had sworn to protect apparently disliked you so much that they'd rather support an insane tyrant with delusions of control.*

*Who was also working with the guy who wanted to destroy them.*

*But that wasn't why he was here. Foundation shook himself slightly, and looked at Order.*

I thank you for your trust in me. I have something that I need you to do, and it's very important that you do it.

... Order, I need you to not be involved in the attack on Friday. I need you to remain off the front lines.

[the-order-reforged]

" What? "

[ For a moment, she didn't fully register what Foundation said. ]

" You want me to stay here? When we VERY clearly need everyone, and all the help we can get- "

[ She paused, taking a breath. Surely she was misunderstanding this. ]

[the-order-reforged]

* @the-foundation-7 strode toward you, his steps purposeful. He seemed... on edge.*

Order, report. How are the perpetrations for Friday coming?

[ Order looked up from her laptop screen, sitting at her desk where she'd been for the past five or six hours. ]

" Things are going about as well as they can, given... everything. "

[ She sighed, pausing for a brief moment. ]

" I can only hope this plan of yours actually works. I trust you, but... I can't shake this bad feeling. "

[the-order-reforged]

[This war was beginning to weigh on him, even more with the crippling of Vengeance Jones. The Visitor was tired... and that permeated everything he did these days.

Half-dead on his feet and collecting his third cup of coffee in the past ten hours, the Visitor joined you in the cafeteria, sighing as he took a seat.]

It's been good to see you again, Order, and a relief to see both you and your sister safe. A rare blessing in this place, it seems.

How do you fare today?

" Hey, Vis. "

[ She gave him a tired, half-smile and took a sip of her energy drink. ]

" I'm alright. Or, at least as 'alright' as someone can be in these conditions... "

[vengeful-visitor-fn]

[A jaded snort buzzed in the Visitor's modulator.]

Fair enough. I know the feeling.

[He stared at his coffee, wanting to drink, but not wanting to take the helmet off in company.

Eh, the cafeteria machine always made it too hot. It could wait. The helmet stayed on.]

Did I hear correctly that you actually were married and had a little one? Please tell me I didn't dream that, I've been so happy for you...

[One of the few good pieces of news he'd come across. At least, he desperately hoped it was true. The Daughters of Geno deserved so much, yet this path they had chosen gave them so little. If one of them had managed to start a family in spite of their father...]

[the-order-reforged]

" You heard that right. "

[ She looked down at the table, trying to recall just how long had it been since she was home. ]

" I.. wish I could be home more often. My little girl is growing up so fast, and I'm missing so much- "

[ She felt a familiar sense of guilt as she spoke, like a heavy weight in her heart. Yet, she couldn't let it get to her. Not now, not when there was an island to save. ]

" But we have a mission, and I won't lose focus. "

[the-order-reforged]

[This war was beginning to weigh on him, even more with the crippling of Vengeance Jones. The Visitor was tired... and that permeated everything he did these days.

Half-dead on his feet and collecting his third cup of coffee in the past ten hours, the Visitor joined you in the cafeteria, sighing as he took a seat.]

It's been good to see you again, Order, and a relief to see both you and your sister safe. A rare blessing in this place, it seems.

How do you fare today?

" Hey, Vis. "

[ She gave him a tired, half-smile and took a sip of her energy drink. ]

" I'm alright. Or, at least as 'alright' as someone can be in these conditions... "

[the-order-reforged]

*After some time spent hacking through walls in a fit of adrenaline, @the-foundation-7 finally made it outside... Into the equally cold ice plains.*

*The chill nipping through his armor, he looked up to see a familiar figure in a familiar suit of red armor approaching through the blizzard.*

Order... is that you? Are we still on the ice moon? What...

*He dropped to a knee. Suit thermals and years of conditioning aside, his time frozen had clearly messed with his strength. Especially now that the adrenaline fueled rage was cooling off.*

" Foundation! You're here! "

[ Odette smiled - she was glad to see him again, and glad that the signal wasn't a trap. The Foundation really was here, one more of her old teammates finally returned. ]

" It's.. a long story. We have a LOT to catch up on. "

" But first... are you- alright? "

[the-order-reforged]

Imagined ran her fingers through her hair as they approached the cold, vast expanse of snowy forest.. snowflakes falling across her stone cold expression, though it wasn't nearly as cold as the temperature around them.

Wind blew Irisilla's hair, her pigtails long discarded, though the white streak in her hair remained, still as always.

" When we find Foundation.. do you think he'll be proud of us for finding our names? "

She solemnly smiled, glancing over at Hope and Jones before her gaze fixated back in on Odette.

- @theimaginedfn

[ Odette was lost in thought as they walked towards the forest, staring down at her shoes. The freezing wind blew her hair into her face, and she brushed it away. ]

[ Her hair was shorter now, she'd finally given herself a haircut - but it was still the same familiar shade of black, with that white streak she'd given up on trying to cut out. ]

" If you want an honest answer, I don't think he'll care. "

[ She looked at her sister, then back at the snow. ]

" But we care, and that's enough, isn't it? "

[hope-the-prophecy]

[ Incoming call from: The Order ]

"Hey, Hope. I know you haven't exactly been.. included in our missions, but I've seen what you have done, and Jones has told me about everything I missed."

"We're going to find The Foundation, and I want you to come with us."

@theorderfn

Hope answered the phone, feeling the slightest hint of anxiety - the Order had never called her directly before, they only talked when Jones was there.

"Um- hi! Hi, Order-"

She blinked slowly after hearing that Order wanted her to join them on this mission.

"Okay..."

[the-order-reforged]

" So, you're on board? Awesome. "

" And, please, call me Odette. I promise, you're allowed to. "

[ She ended the call, the line going silent. ]

[the-order-reforged]

*AIME voice*

INCOMING TRANSMISSION from @the-foundation-7

"S... O... S..."

BEGIN TRACE?

" Is that even a question? Yes, begin the trace-! "

[ Her heart raced - this is what she needed to hear, this finally gave her hope that they could actually reunite the Seven, and stand together once again. ]

[the-foundation-7-archive]

*It had been several years. Foundation had had nothing to do but count the time, fume, and slowly work himself out of the permafrost.*

*After all this time... he could finally make the minute hand motions to activate his distress beacon. It irked him that he had to use it...*

*But that was what the team was for.*

*He didn't even know of any of the Seven yet lived. But all he could do now was hope that even one remained to receive the call.*

[the-order-reforged]

[ There was a faint signal coming from somewhere on the island - Odette couldn't even tell where. But at least there was confirmation that Foundation was alive; now all she - and the rest of her allies - had to do was find him. ]

" I have to tell the others. "