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Oct. 7th, 2014 07:44 pm
spaceshipit: (Default)
[personal profile] spaceshipit
Please fill out and paste the following at the top of your in-character posts:

Who: Who is sending the message/doing the thing
Broadcast: What kind of broadcast element, if any (ex: Personal Comm - Wonderduck crew, Network - Unfiltered, None, etc.)
Action: What in-person element, if any (ex: Bridge of Wonderduck, Some random way-station, None, etc.)
When: About what day and time the thing happened, or message was sent

lord_wizard: (magic)
[personal profile] lord_wizard
Who: Felix Harrowgate and crew currently on the planet
Broadcast: Nope! (but he wishes)
Action: Lato'li and the crashed SS Goldstone
When: About a week after the crash

Before... )

After

[Felix does his best, the next day, to round up what crew is still on the ship for an announcement. He looks perhaps unaccountably worn out, and while he's been undertaking plenty of small physical repairs on the ship it's the magical fatigue that's getting to him now. If he cannot round them up for meeting, he will corner them later once they return to the ship.]

I realize we all have important tasks to be seen to, but it's important that I explain what I've done to the ship. In short, there are now protective wards on it that will help prevent further damage on the ship, which, yes, I realize is a little bit late. The tertiary function is what's the most important right now. Anyone entering the ship will not be able to attack anyone under the protection of the wards. Or rather, they'll be incapacitated for even trying. We had a similar system back home, but unfortunately the usual method for connecting you to wards of this nature are a bit more permanent than we have the luxury to implement...[He raises a hand, flashing the bright tattoo's covering it in a demonstrative and wry fashion]...so I opted for something different.

[He'd been carrying a bundle in his hands - a borrowed towel by the look of it - and opens it up to reveal an assortment of stones in varying colors and shapes, and pluck one of them out with two fingers]

These stones are keyed to the wards. You must have one of these on your person at all times. Do not lose it. Or the wards will not be able to protect you.

[He smiles a little, somewhat rueful] I had intended to have these set in jewelry to more easily be carried, but this will have to do for now. If we get out of this you can do what you like with it, but for now, keep it in your pocket.

((OOC: The wards on the Goldstone are now in place. Please note that Felix's intention is to put the attackers to sleep but the effect will rather be a short term stunning. This is confirmed to work on the Vieziri. Please see this post for more detailed information and to claim/customize your warding stone, even if your character is not currently aboard the Goldstone.))
whatisright: (Default)
[personal profile] whatisright
Who: Justice and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Planetside in the forest
When: Between the crash and the post by Zhade

[No one was probably expecting to stumble across a guy who looks like a corpse standing over the literal corpse of one of the hunters. One could ask how Justice came across a dead hunter, but Justice's security-issued ray gun and the hunter's scorched head should probably answer that question.

What people probably expect even less than this vision is Justice ignoring the body and instead holding the dead hunter's machete, glaring down at it like he can set it on fire with his eyes. He could be taking cover and wait to see if more Vieziri come through, or maybe he could be searching for more Fleeters to give the supplies he carries on his back, but no. Glaring at a machete is the best use of his time.

After an uncomfortably long time where he literally does not move, not even to breathe or blink, he growls and throws the machete to the ground with much more force than necessary.]
Useless. Better it be burned. [Everything about him hums with frustration and anger as he tears pieces of the hunter's mask of its burnt face, now glaring at it the same as he glared at the machete.

Maybe he should be worried? After all, when there's one Vieziri, there's usually more. But he does not seem worried--he seems single-mindedly focused on glaring at the mask like it owes him money.

Those who are familiar with Justice and his power may be able to tell he's looking for something in the memories attached to the Vieziri's possessions. More specifically, he's looking for the hunters' main base, so he can go there and get himself killed bring these monsters to justice. Justice is nothing if not predictable.]
ginger_firebird: (Mantis Rage)
[personal profile] ginger_firebird
Who: Everyone planetside
Broadcast: Not today
Action: Planetside
When: Today

There's a fine art to laying a curse. Whether it's a person or a place, the curse comes down to wishing. The sincere and honest hope for misery and pain is as natural as living and learning to deal with all manner of unpleasant happenstance. What displeases is often looked at as worthy of destruction.

Mantis, therefore, has much to wish for. While his initial agreement to find their medic was made in necessity, he also realized he needs some time alone with his thoughts. More importantly, he needs time to get used to the thoughts of the local wildlife and the people of the planet. Being set upon by hostiles is far from new to him, but it has been a long time since he's felt it so strongly. So deep in the bones of his surroundings.

He mutters under his breath as he walks, alert for any sign of brain activity, both primitive and advanced. His breath is filled with curses for the planet: for it to be starved of sunlight. For it to shrivel and die like fruit left out in the sun. For it's people to come at him to face a swift demise. At least others can be taken up with the comms tower, but he trusts the truly wise to know how to repair something so complicated. They have their specialty and he has his.

Furious as he is, there is a different noise cutting through his words as he walks out carefully in his leather uniform.

There is a hissing, almost gleeful laughter.
kill_switch: (Default)
[personal profile] kill_switch
Who: Furisoa and the other Captains/First Mates of ships in orbit
Broadcast: Open
Action: Iskaulit - Málum
When: After the firefight and Zhade's transmission


[After a battle like that, in her condition, it's tempting to sleep, but she'd seen the battle; the First Breath was one of the lucky ones. Struggling to stay awake, she fires off a message to Max, then tries to check in with the other ships. When it's obvious they didn't all make it out unscathed, she opens a video feed. It's glitchy and suffering breaks and static, but hopefully the gist of her message gets out.]

Captain's meeting --- Iska--t. --need to figure out ---- missing and how we're goin--to get--em back. Bring your ---t mates or confidants or ---ever you think might help----.

[She'll be waiting at the bar, drinking a water, looking worse for wear but determined. Come, take a seat, grab something to drink, offer your opinion or just observe.
namisan: (Default)
[personal profile] namisan
Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Not...yet. Working on that part??
Action: The Comms Tower
When: In the day or two after that zuper zecret broadcazt.

[A mingle for any and all people on the ground making their way toward the comms tower, and all science and tech wizardry that happens thereafter.  For any who can't follow coordinates on land, a light rain will spring up around the tower's general area after the first handful of hours has gone past, as per this broadcast here.]
thespaceopera: (echoechoecho)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[PLANETSIDE]

[The communications systems have been down for days now. The silence of the fallen ships contrasts sharply with the noise of the forest, for better or worse. But today, in the middle of the night, all personal communicators and ship consoles spit and crackle a mostly-intelligible message. It’s video, even! The figure is difficult to see over the broadcast, but the one thing that stands out is a stark white mask painted with gold.]

Hey! Listen up! I don’t have all day. That means you, travelers. Sorry about the time, it’s the only way I can be sure I won’t be interrupted.

[Though the gender of the speaker is difficult to place, their voice is pleasant to listen to… or it would be, if the broadcast could stop being staticky!]

I know how you can get off this miserable rock before you get eaten. Help me and I’ll help you. We can discuss payment when the situation is a little less dire. [A wry laugh.] I think my demands aren’t too outrageous, considering I can give you everything you need to reverse your fortune.

First things first: you’ll need to be able to talk to the others who got shot down. At the coordinates I’m about to give you, you’ll find the old comms tower. It’s not working at the moment, but you should be able to find something you can use in the ruins around it. Wires, or a battery, or whatever you can salvage, figure it out! Get that thing going and communications should be restored on your end. Right now you can’t get past the jammer, but get a boost and that should be it. Your communicators will handle the rest, even if they’re third class junk.

Here are the coordinates: 5° 10' 3.0089'' north, 24° 3' 98.3199'' east. Repeat: 5° 10' 3.0089'' north, 24° 3' 98.3199'' east. Surely one of you knows how to navigate by the stars, right?

After you get the tower running, I suggest you start scavenging. There’s all sorts of parts laying around and the villagers will help you if they can. The sooner you get your ships fixed, the better. You won’t be able to fly off-- well, I don’t recommend it-- because of the guns. That’s a problem that we’ll tackle later. For now, focus on making a base and defending it.

I’m sure you have questions. I might have answers, depending. Important questions only, now. Don’t waste my time.

And if you absolutely need a name, call me Zhade.



[SHIPSIDE]

[The broadcast is heavily jumbled at first, but that is definitely someone hailing your ship! The video is dark and grainy at best, the exact gender and build difficult to discern underneath all that black cape and armor, but they have a white mask with gold paint. It stands out, considering most of the Vieziri have stainless steel masks and war paint only.]

You! Yes, you. All of you. Your friends on the planet are safe. Probably. Mostly. What’s important is that they’re working to navigate the communication block. That means you’ll be back in touch soon.

I know you want to reunite with them as soon as possible. Here’s the thing-- you can’t do it without me. And I can’t get off this miserable garbage pile of a planet without your help, so let’s cut a deal. Show me some kindness in the form of credits and I’ll be sure to repay it with intel. Clear?

The name’s Zhade, if you feel like writing this down in your diary.

I don’t expect you to trust me without showing my word is good. So out of the kindness of my heart, I’ll let you in on something.

If you want to rescue your friends, you’ll need more than gumption or good pilots. You’ll have to disable the anti aircraft weaponry or risk everything being blown to smithereens. The Vieziri don’t mind if their dinner is minced meat.

That doesn’t mean you can’t send down supplies, though. Actually-- if you drop something that’s smaller than one of your shuttles, they can’t detect it on the scanners.

Once the jammer’s taken care of, you’ll all have to contend with the anti aircraft fire if you want to leave. I have some ideas for that, but you’ll want to make sure you’re in top shape first. So focus on repairing your ships and defending yourselves. You’ll want guns, the bigger the better. You’re gonna need it.

[The figure folds their arms.]

I have a few minutes to answer questions, but I can’t risk it much longer. Make it quick.

[ooc: The NPC will be available to answer questions mostly in the evenings PST and over the weekend. For characters who are exceptionally grateful to Zhade and would like to encourage further cooperation, an invoice can be found on their communicators, which they can pay with credits conveniently docked from their accounts.

Additionally, ships in orbit should now be able to send video broadcasts, though the reception is not perfect and may still cut out, glitch, or go static from time to time. Planetside communications to ships in orbit will be restored when the comms tower is fixed.

Please make sure to indicate if you are grounded or in orbit in your replies, as they are two separate broadcasts and these two groups can't interact yet!

Further questions should be asked here on the plot post. Thank you!]

[ video ]

Oct. 18th, 2017 01:33 pm
tempredmental: (Oh No!)
[personal profile] tempredmental
Who: Keith
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Huntress (though the event mingle thread is another option for shipboard threads!)
When: During and just after the attack

[action]

They had started their decent, despite Keith's reservations after his visit to the surface with Shiro the other day. Everything about this whole thing felt wrong on so many levels, and Keith had those damn feelings of dread back again that had come with the dreams. Don't land. Run away. Help. And it was making him super agitated. His reluctance to go back to the surface ended up with the Huntress towards the back of the group that was heading down... which ended up being to their advantage when the weapons fire started. He gave a started yell, and immediately pushed the ship to max. The Fleet scattered in an attempt to get cover and/or escape. On the nav sensors, Keith could see other ships going down, but he was focused on getting his own out of the atmosphere first.

It was a bumpy ride. Sorry. But, he was doing his best. The incoming attacks were strong and hard to dodge, each volley stronger than the last. They took some fire, but it wasn't crippling damage, thankfully, and the ship managed to dodge and climb its way back into orbit.

It had been another run for their lives... and Keith leaned heavily on the console for a moment before remembering seeing those other ships going down.

"Quiznak," he growled, hitting the comm to open a channel. It was bad. Really bad. He wasn't even sure if this was going to get through, but he sure as heck was going to try.

=====

[voice]

Hello? Is anyone there? Everyone, check in. What ships are still up? Who's on the sur-? AAUGH!

[He was working hard to keep the panic from his tone, but the screech cut him off mid-broadcast, and then everything went dark, the ship dropping to only emergency functions. He listened hard for a response before finally saying something again.]

Anyone?

=====

[action]

He looked over at the comm to see if there was anything coming through. His own console was completely unresponsive. Did he look worried? Because he was worried.

"I got nothing... we're drifting."

And not in the good 'moving to another planet' way...
bythewaves: (weep)
[personal profile] bythewaves
Who: Maglor
Broadcast: yes
Action: Huntress
When: Now

One moment, Maglor was kneeling by his brother's side, treating a head injury with his cousin's help. The next moment, there is a hole in the part of his heart that once held his kinsfolk's touch, and Maglor's voice keens, a terrible, inhuman sound, like shards of ice that tear through a soul, grief too deep for words. It echoes through the ship, shaking the walls with his pain before he falls silent.

It is the worst time for it to happen, ships in crisis, folk in disarray. But if anyone finds him, he is unconscious in the corridor with tears on his cheeks. He's also started to look slightly translucent, in the right light.
darksmokerising: (045)
[personal profile] darksmokerising
Who: Merlan & [You]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport & Lato'li
When: October-November Plot Length

red dead red )  

(Action)

Oct. 17th, 2017 01:15 am
castintoflames: (✧ I still see you coming now)
[personal profile] castintoflames
Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: No.
Action: On the S.S. Huntress.
When: During all the fantastic crashing/near misses. Seriously, everything is just fine.

(The explosions have a nasty effect even on ships that are not immediately taken down. Though he is usually sure-footed, Maedhros is thrown by the shocking bombardment. His head hits a wall squarely, giving him a nasty cut over one eye and knocking him out cold.

The effect of the injury and the nasty surprise - the latter more so than the former - is enough to push him to his feet the moment he regains consciousness. He pushes his way into the hall, feeling queasy with fear and...well...a head injury. Not that it matters. He heads straight for his brother's room...and the room of his cousin...

If there isn't an immediate answer, he will start banging on the door(s) and making quite the racket.)


Answer me! Kano! Finno! Is everyone alright?!
thespaceopera: (dial tone)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[ It's midday, or close enough to it that the sun is blazing red hot above the planet. Everything seems ordinary - for disturbing, red-tinted values of ordinary, anyway. But the normalcy doesn't last for long.

Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.

There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.

The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.

The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.

And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.

Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.

But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.

And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.

So... What can you do now? ]


(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!

• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck

Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))
samahl: (anchor seal it)
[personal profile] samahl
Who: Cyril Lavellan and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: Shortly after they arrive at the new system



[Cyril has been meaning to ask this of the fleet since he had met Leilani, but his own pride had gotten in the way. However, the general mood of wariness this new system brings and the news of a violent race of people on it makes him realize it's even more important to address this. If he's put in a dangerous situation he needs to make sure he has all of the resources he can to protect others and himself.

So, when the broadcast starts now Cyril is seen from his mid chest up. The missing arm is noticeable as he's pinned up his tunic sleeve on that side. He feels very nervous, but his face is carefully crafted to be relaxed and optimistic.
]

Hello friends.

I was wondering about the medical technology here when it comes to ... prosthetics. [The word is new to him, so he isn't sure about the pronunciation.] Back home, I was building artificial arms and hands out of wood and metal. I was perfecting a cross bow attachment too. When I arrived here, I had my basic pseudo-hand with me.

[He holds up the prosthetic in question. It's made of polished wood and rather well crafted, but it also doesn't allow him to grip or hold things. It's mostly to put the humans who live in Hightown at ease as he shops at the market.]

The advancements here, though. They are so incredible. There has to be some advancements in this area too - after all I doubt I'm the first person to find themselves disarmed all of the sudden. [That's a terrible joke, but this topic is so uncomfortable for him he can't help but make it.]

Is there anything that you can tell me?

[Open]

Oct. 14th, 2017 04:37 pm
padadin: (197)
[personal profile] padadin
Who: Shiro and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: If you want, he's on the Blameless
When: Saturday evening

[Text closed to Keith - Friday night]

We've arrived to the new system. How are you feeling?

[He doesn't know about the planet bringing back the sensations of the dreams yet, but he worries.]

-----

[Video - Saturday evening]

[When the feed starts, an armor wearing Shiro is sitting down and taking off his helmet as the light blue lights of his suit go off.]

This is Shiro, co-captain of S.S. Blameless.

[His face is serious, and his tone of voices means business.]

Last month, certain members of the fleet had visions about the planet we were visiting and the incident that happened after. But there are certain dreams that didn't find their match there, and it seems this new system has brought those sensations back. So early today, I went down with a teammate that had those dreams to investigate. [He frowns a bit, obviously not pleased with the result.] There are some small towns, inhabited by the orange-skinned people we usually encounter. They're heavily armed, too, because of a group called the Vieziri. They're dangerous, deadly hunters that have made the locals live in constant fear.

[His hold on his helmet tightens - it's frustrating, not having his lion, being limited in what he can help with. But he continues, the natural leader in him shining through.]

I know we can't stay in our ships forever. So if you go down there, please, don't do it alone. The bigger the group, the better. Bring a weapon with you, if you aren't the powered or magical kind. The locals are willing to sell theirs, too. Keep your communicators safe and close at all times, check the GPS function that our fellow fleet members were offering some time ago. Captains, it would be wise of you to know where your crew is at all times.

[He pauses. There isn't much more he can say other than be careful. So how to end such a feed?]

If a situation like Lyuku's must happen again, I can only hope we're better prepared this time. [ #famouslastwords ]

Video;

Oct. 14th, 2017 06:48 pm
alwayscomeback: (Who decides the rules)
[personal profile] alwayscomeback
Who: Sokka and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: Before the current event

[Sokka looks a little older than when he last appeared on the feed. He's working on his ageing upgrades, but boy does it take its sweet time getting there. He also looks considerably tired, he hasn't been sleeping well for the past week- for a very specific reason.]

Okay. I'm just gonna make this quick. This is me, Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe, sincerely apologising publicly to Katie for doubting her dream catchers and how they work.

Is that enough? Please tell me it's enough I am really done with the weird cat dreams.
cajunspice: (Default)
[personal profile] cajunspice
Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.

[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]

‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.

Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]

Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.

[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.

Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.

[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.

Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.

I have a few theories.

[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.

At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?


[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]

text

Oct. 11th, 2017 10:38 pm
expellerhead: (82)
[personal profile] expellerhead
Who: Aizawa & you
Broadcast: Open
Action: n/a
When: late at night

If you've previously died and been revived here, I would appreciate an account of your experiences.

kill_switch: (pic#10138166)
[personal profile] kill_switch
[The feed opens on Furiosa. She's looking like any of the other Flooters who had found themselves caught in the meteor's wake; a little like death warmed over. Her face is paler than usual, except for the dark circles under her eyes. She hasn't taken care to shear her hair recently, and it's something of a greasy fuzz over her scalp. Her eyes have always had that wastelander haunt to them - though perhaps not as deeply as Max's - but there were few moments when she actually looked directly at the camera. She was wrapped up in blankets, cold, and tired, but unable to sleep.]

I'm not one for religions. They all seem pretty useless to me. In my world, you had the here and now and you could come up with any idea on what happened after and it was anyone's guess. No one knew. The -- [What would she even call life at the Citadel?] -- society -- I was a part of, however, believed in Valhalla. They followed a crazy tyrant who claimed he would lead them in the afterlife.

[She shifts to get more comfortable. Even though she was wordier than Max, it's not by much, and this is a lot to talk about all at once. It's a lot of details from her world (though, notable, not exactly her own life. That she still held close to the chest).] My world was poisoned. There were Half-Lifes who never made it through their second decade. They would either get sick, whither away, fall victim to lesions and tumors. Or ... through the Cult of the V8, Immortan Joe [No hiding the vitriol in that name], and Valhalla, they would 'Live, Die, Live again.'

The goal, then, was to die heroic on the Fury Road. For others to bear witness to your triumphant end and what would hopefully be their entrance into Valhalla. It's all lies told to boys so they'd happily follow a maniac to the very brink of hell. [She pauses, looks down at her hand. She had a point, what was her point? Why was she telling everyone this?]

[When she continues, her voice is softer,] This is not Valhalla. Whatever reason the Atroma saw fit to bring us back, it's not about glory, or immortality. It's selfish, flippant, belligerent.

[Not that she's not happy to be back; but she doesn't want it going to her head. This is just as much a warning to herself as it is to others.] It's always an end. Don't forget that.

voice;

Oct. 9th, 2017 03:59 pm
helmsplitter: (so tired of this)
[personal profile] helmsplitter
Who: Doudanuki & everyboooooody rock your-- wait no
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Caprine
When: Oct 9

[Voice to Caprine]
[Well... that was that then. Kai was gone, Ezri Dax was gone, Bones was gone, so now he was the last member of the crew that was around when he first arrived. He'd feared things would come to pass like this, but as soon as he saw that his quarters had moved from his own small bunk to the larger captain's quarters, he had to accept his fate.

And so he sent out a shipwide broadcast.
]

...So this is Doudanuki Masakuni and apparently I'm your new captain. [Can you hear the enthusiasm in his voice? It's about as lively as a dead fish] So I'm gonna need a first mate. I don't plan on disappearin' anytime soon, but havin' someone around to help would be... [Well] helpful. Especially 'cause some of you are new.

And in case you're wonderin', I'm not human, so if you got human stuff you need help with, I ain't the one to do it. [a beat] Sorry.


[Voice: OPEN]
[Speeeeaking of.]

For people who knew them, Ezri Dax and Kai Gracen have both returned. Hopefully, they're safe and sorry for the late announcement, but... [Well, a planet was blowing up.

He clears his throat.
] Things got busy.

Anyone got any tips on how to be a captain? Especially tips for a non-human who has to take care of a bunch of humans now?
heroofcocoon: 13 (Default)
[personal profile] heroofcocoon
Who: The crew of the SS Blue Fish and friends
Broadcast: Not necessarily?
Action: On the lovely Blue Fish
When: Month of October

[With the tragedy of Lyuku and the entire Eyuzi system behind the Fleet, the crew of the Blue Fish and their friends are now settling into a new routine while they drift along in the relative safety of space.

As one of the few ships that didn't suffer a loss of crew during their little excursion, the crew can safely go about their duties, unless something attacks that is.]

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