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driftfleet2017-02-18 12:26 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-18 12:26 pm
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Look - up in the sky...!
Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.
And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
"Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
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[Eyes wide as Mon-El looks around at the familiar and not-so-familiar faces.]
How often does that happen? [Pointing in the general direction of around.]
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[Maybe you saw it happen and got worried about the Daxamite? I don't know what you do!]
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[She's squinting at him suspiciously, like she thinks he might have done it.]
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[She looks stressed, but. They're not dead, at least, so she's calming down.]
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[But hey, someone he recognises, bonus. ]
Ugh. If this is some creepy fucking bonding exercise I'm refusing to participate.
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The problem is she has no idea who to start throwing fire at, so once the light fades, she's just... standing there, looking at all the new faces, burning staff in hands and looking like she's ready to beat someone to death with it.]
... Does... Does anyone know what just happened?
[On the other hand, she mostly just sounds confused.]
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[She sounds kind of amazed by this??]
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Atroma playing silly buggers is what's happened- if I had to guess.
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Like how a girl is standing there with a staff ringed in fire.
He immediately jumps away, back to the wall.]
No, but perhaps the fire should be put out, hm?
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. . . and after a moment stands up quickly like she wasn't just scared out of her mind, nope, no sir]
What the hell?
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I take it that means you don't know what just happened either.
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[Likewise, Opal seems like she's calming down, but. That was terrifying.]
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[Maggie can't help but flinch a bit, involuntarily covering her head right around when it feels as if the ships are going to slam into one another and then -
Nothing bad happens?
Looking around, she sees that they're all on the bridge, perfectly safe and sound, with a few new faces.]
Uh... what the hell just happened?
[Ah well, it was business as usual, she supposes.]
If anyone has any injuries, report to the Med Lab and I'll see what I can do, alright?
[In the meantime, she needs to just sit down a minute because wow that was scary. Sighing, she begins brushing some of the confetti out of her hair.]
Video - Message: Carl Grimes
Hey, just wanted to make sure you knew I'm fine in case you saw all that. Still not sure what happened, but no one seems to be seriously hurt.
[Although she's glad Carl didn't have to experience the gut wrenching terror of experiencing your ship lurching head first into certain death. She was still a bit shell shocked from the experience, feeling slightly ill as the adrenaline died down.]
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I don't...think there are any injuries. Miraculously.
[Except for maybe shock. He kneels down next to Maggie and picks a piece of confetti off her shoulder.]
Are you alright?
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... I... think we're all okay? Somehow. As to what happened, I have no idea.
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[ He hadn't seen the collision, but he'd definitely heard the network explode into a frenzy. ]
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General broadcast hailing because lmao who does she address this to:]
....this is Nami over on the Bloodsport. Golden and Pathstone crews, are you there?
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This is Nightingale. Hi. We have no idea what happened either.
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On board the Caprine he can only stare at the new ships in alarm. ]
What sort of casualties are we looking at over there?
[ Because this sort of thing doesn't happen without some people being hurt or going missing. ]
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What the $%&# happened over there?!
[Yeah whatever that word was? Got bleated out by the network. Kids watch this show Allen!!]
Is everyone all right?!
Re: Network
This is Maggie of the SS Golden. Everyone from the Pathstone and Golden are fine we're apparently all one ship now.
[Completely deadpan]
Atroma even gave us cake to celebrate.
[Can she go home yet?]
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Action.
What happened?? What's a fusion mean??
[What on earth, you guys.
Yes, he'll be holding the cake the whole time.]
Action.
I'm not.... sure? No one knows what's going on.
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This is not one of those things.
He brushes some confetti ff his shoulder with a grimace, looking around at what distinctly isn't the Pathstone any more. ]
Oh good. I was wondering when the stupid bollocks was going to start happening.
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Oh, good it's not just me. Figured it was getting too quiet around here.
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.... Then she poofs onto the newly smooshed bridge with the rest of everything else. And there's confetti. ... She brings her arms down (she'd thrown them over her head, obviously) and looks around, wide-eyed. ]
... Are we dead? This isn't heaven or hell or some shit, right?
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[When the pain of being dead doesn't arrive, he stands and stares at everyone new around him, zeroing in on the woman asking the question.]
I don't believe so? At least, it doesn't feel like we're dead.
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A flash, a crash and-- confetti...?
He stood on the bridge, confused, blinking and looking around at all the new people standing on the bridge as well.]
...So we have visitors?
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[... He pulls Okita aside slightly, whispering:]
... They're not raiders, though, so don't kill 'em.
[:|b just in case]
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