A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[poetontheinside]

Yeah. [He perks up a little, glad for the prospect of something to do with this.] Yeah, we can do that, at least.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash smiles a small one. It's something he's learned is sometimes the only answer and way to keep moving forward at times.]

I'm glad you agreed. My name's Vash by the way.

[poetontheinside]

Hey, yeah-- [He startles, holds out his hand to shake] Ray. Nice to meet you, wish the circumstances were better.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes the offered hand in his own leather gloved hand and gives it a shake.] Yeah, so do I, but it's good to know there is someone else in the fleet who feels the same. [Instead of lecturing him on how they were attacked first.]