Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2015-04-05 07:32 pm
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Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- aang,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- belthazar spellscry,
- chris halliwell,
- cullen rutherford,
- duke pantarei,
- fenris,
- garrett hawke,
- hiro hamada,
- jennifer keller,
- krista kingsley,
- ladon ceto,
- lea (axel),
- lloyd irving,
- mattias larnaca,
- megaman.exe,
- nelkeila tarid,
- o'danya mitnu,
- robin redbreast,
- shirley fennes,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- varric tethras,
- vash the stampede,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas
Alert! Alert!
[bright and early one Sunday morning, proximity alarms begin to blare. could it be another set of disorienting malfunctions?
no... this one is for real. the Drift Fleet is under attack!
any ship with a scanning array will pick up a small swarm of ships--roughly the same caliber as the ships in your fleet--swooping in fast from distant space. any pilot, engineer, or communications officer who remembers those strange blips in the radar over the last several months can confirm that this is that very same group that's been following them. this time, they're not leaving room for negotiations, and they will not respond to any hailing or threats. they are on a mission.
within minutes, weapons are live, and the fleet is fired upon. suddenly, the casual drifting of the fleet turns into something much more real, and much more dangerous.
do you follow your augment's call and run to your station? do you flee your responsibilities? do you wish you could help and can't? are the captains leading or floundering, and are their crews even listening?
for a few terrifying moments, the fleet will be hammered, and Atroma is silent. you are all on your own, dear passengers. your little ships are not prepared for this, you have not been trained--and your enemies have no such trouble. a few ships are even shot down, forced to make crash-landings on nearby stations.
things look grim as the terribly-outmatched little fleet fights to defend itself... until the attacking fleet suddenly turns and bolts back into the darkness without warning.
maybe the attack was a warning. maybe they were just testing you. maybe something frightened them off.
whatever the reason, you are all left beaten and confused, without explanation at all.]
ooc post → here
this is a little event to kick off April! and it is essentially a glorified themed mingle, so there is no rush to reply to this immediately. the outcomes of the ships have been predetermined, based on the augments of the crews. all of that information and more (including info for people on hiatus and who wish to opt-out) can be found on the ooc post as well.
flourish or buckle under the pressure, help or hinder, and most importantly-- have fun!
no... this one is for real. the Drift Fleet is under attack!
any ship with a scanning array will pick up a small swarm of ships--roughly the same caliber as the ships in your fleet--swooping in fast from distant space. any pilot, engineer, or communications officer who remembers those strange blips in the radar over the last several months can confirm that this is that very same group that's been following them. this time, they're not leaving room for negotiations, and they will not respond to any hailing or threats. they are on a mission.
within minutes, weapons are live, and the fleet is fired upon. suddenly, the casual drifting of the fleet turns into something much more real, and much more dangerous.
do you follow your augment's call and run to your station? do you flee your responsibilities? do you wish you could help and can't? are the captains leading or floundering, and are their crews even listening?
for a few terrifying moments, the fleet will be hammered, and Atroma is silent. you are all on your own, dear passengers. your little ships are not prepared for this, you have not been trained--and your enemies have no such trouble. a few ships are even shot down, forced to make crash-landings on nearby stations.
things look grim as the terribly-outmatched little fleet fights to defend itself... until the attacking fleet suddenly turns and bolts back into the darkness without warning.
maybe the attack was a warning. maybe they were just testing you. maybe something frightened them off.
whatever the reason, you are all left beaten and confused, without explanation at all.]
ooc post → here
this is a little event to kick off April! and it is essentially a glorified themed mingle, so there is no rush to reply to this immediately. the outcomes of the ships have been predetermined, based on the augments of the crews. all of that information and more (including info for people on hiatus and who wish to opt-out) can be found on the ooc post as well.
flourish or buckle under the pressure, help or hinder, and most importantly-- have fun!
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He recognizes Hiro, distantly, and reaches out for him without really thinking about it.]
Hiro? Are you okay?
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[oh, this is bad. he takes the hand that reaches out to him and tucks himself under the console with him, just enough to get a better look at that gash.]
Oh, no... We have to get you to Tadashi.
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I'm... I'm okay.
[No he's not. He's not very good at lying. He's freaked out and he hit his head.]
I have bandages somewhere. We need to get off the ship, don't we?
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[he's going to gently... try to get him out from under the console now]
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I told you, I'm...
[He's so tired all of a sudden. Why can't the lights stop doing the thing? It's making his head feel worse. Something tickles his cheek and he pauses to touch it, then blinks as his fingers come back covered with blood.]
Oh.
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Watch me, Belthazar. Come on, let's get to the medbay so Tadashi can take a look at it.
[oh god please be okay.]
If you feel like you're gonna faint, tell me. I need you to stay awake, I think you have a concussion.
[gonna guide him as gently as possible to the hall.]
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[He huffs, but he lets Hiro take him and guide him. His steps are on the slow side because he is definitely suffering a concussion and he feels stupid about it.]
You think I have a concussion? I am sure I have a concussion. [He stumbles and mumbles something in Thalassian that has the fervency of a swear word.]
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[hiro is leading, but not yanking. their ship is hit again--he has to brace himself against the wall and try his best to hold belth in place at the same time.]
Why are they even attacking us?!
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I-I don't want to die! [he stutters, trying to follow Hiro still. God, walking is hard.]
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[probably
definitelytim]The First Breath shouldn't be too far off to help.
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[He's so freaked out he's doing more of a panicked shuffle now.]
Those cowards! If they fought us face to face, I'd turn them inside out!
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[look the medbay it's right there!!]
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Yes, yes, I know, but I am still angry.
[He drags his hand through his hair.]
I must look a fright. I don't remember when I hit my head...
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[gonna help him sit down on this cot here and i guess i will just uh. get you cleaned up until tadashi gets here.]
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... Um...
[He tries to set the thoughts in order in his head. It's harder than it sounds.]
... Thank you. For finding me.
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You're not hard to. But I won't tell anyone else about your hiding place, okay?
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I don't care about that. [He puffs his cheeks.] I feel stupid. I should be able to take care of myself. I've done it up until now... but I can barely see straight.
I'm probably four times your age and here I am getting washed up like a child.
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Uh... no.
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[... Well then.]
The only thing I'm looking forward to is more magic.
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