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driftfleet2015-07-12 12:21 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-12 12:21 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- aiya/gray nightingale,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- beverly crusher,
- cheese sandwich,
- chris halliwell,
- clay terran,
- cole,
- cory matthews,
- davesprite,
- garrett hawke,
- hiro hamada,
- julian subatoi bashir,
- kairi,
- lloyd irving,
- megaman.exe,
- misha hunt,
- nelkeila tarid,
- robin redbreast,
- sheena fujibayashi,
- sokka,
- tekhetsio,
- toph beifong,
- uzuki shimamura,
- yamanaka ino,
- yosuke hanamura,
- zelos wilder (bad end)
Who goes there?
[After weeks of relative silence, our intrepid passengers finally travel within visual range of a blue planet. Marsiva's slow-and-steady course makes it clear that this is the Drift Fleet's next destination--but just as your ships come within scanning range and your computers begin to gather data, a fleet of quick little watchdog ships zip out of the planet's atmosphere, heading straight for you!
They do not swoop in for an attack, but hold their positions between you and the planet. They look close enough to cause some trouble, and any working Communications Officer can tell you that they have weapons locked on the Fleet in warning.
The tell-tale sound of an incoming hailing frequency chimes over your ship's alert system. Someone would like you to pick up the phone. Thanks to their augment, all passengers instinctively know that they'll be looking for the Captain or the Communications Officer of the ship--but no one says someone else can't pick it up first.
On the bridge, the hailing frequency can be viewed on screen, along with the attached subject: "Identify yourselves." The notification chime goes off every seven seconds. These ships don't look like they're going anywhere, but they don't want to be kept waiting, either.
What do you do? Will you accept the frequency?]
ooc → see the July Star System post for details about this event! there is no real rush in this post (we won't even be around to begin responding to it until Sunday afternoon), so take your time, feel free to tag each other in this post (maybe try to get your Comms officers off their asses), and there is no time too late to tag into this post. the element of urgency is all IC, and there is no OOC pressure at all.
They do not swoop in for an attack, but hold their positions between you and the planet. They look close enough to cause some trouble, and any working Communications Officer can tell you that they have weapons locked on the Fleet in warning.
The tell-tale sound of an incoming hailing frequency chimes over your ship's alert system. Someone would like you to pick up the phone. Thanks to their augment, all passengers instinctively know that they'll be looking for the Captain or the Communications Officer of the ship--but no one says someone else can't pick it up first.
On the bridge, the hailing frequency can be viewed on screen, along with the attached subject: "Identify yourselves." The notification chime goes off every seven seconds. These ships don't look like they're going anywhere, but they don't want to be kept waiting, either.
What do you do? Will you accept the frequency?]
ooc → see the July Star System post for details about this event! there is no real rush in this post (we won't even be around to begin responding to it until Sunday afternoon), so take your time, feel free to tag each other in this post (maybe try to get your Comms officers off their asses), and there is no time too late to tag into this post. the element of urgency is all IC, and there is no OOC pressure at all.
SS THREE TWINS
Seriously? Seriously?
[ She's huffing irritably at them being targeted by the other ships. Can they not just move on with their route without being in trouble one time??? ]
Alright, I guess we should do the proper thing and say hello.
B -- Signal; (open to Nel & Dorian as well!)
Yamanaka Ino, captain of the Three Twins speaking. What seems to be the problem?
C -- Open??;
B
--Three Twins, you are in our personal space-- that is the problem. Explain yourself, and do it quickly.
no subject
-- Hmm. The truth is that they're just following wherever Atroma seems to take them, but she's never sure if dropping that name anywhere is a good or bad idea. She's also not sure if mentioning the new ship they've got in tow is a good or bad idea, either.
So, she puts on her best pacifying and reassuring tone: ]
We mean no harm -- we're just passing through. If you'd rather we didn't, we'd be happy to clear out.
[ She'd rather not try and land on a planet if it's going to get them attacked, after all ]
no subject
[and there's a short interruption while his signal cuts out--perhaps to speak on a separate channel. though, he picks up a moment or two later, right where he left off, without losing any of the vexation in his voice.]
--Namely why there is a merchant-class Nunnilis ship in your fleet.
no subject
[ Wait, what?
... Oh. That must be the Iskaulit they're talking about. Dammit, she knew taking that ship was a stupid idea -- ! She presses her fingers against her forehead in frustration before continuing ... ]
That ship has no one aboard it. We just picked it up a few days ago and brought it with us -- if we can find these Nunnilis, it will go back into their possession. We have no actual affiliation with them whatsoever.
[ She's not sure if explaining why there's no one aboard is the best idea yet, but ... ]
no subject
no subject
[ Trying so hard to be civil about it, because she is just so positive she was right about not taking the damn thing, but now that it's sort of their responsibility ... Well, she's somber as she delivers the news, anyways ]
There was a fungus growing on the ship that infected them. It's been cleaned and decontaminated, and now we'd like to give it back if they'll accept it. That is our intent.
no subject
...Please stand by.
[and then the signal cuts out.
Three Twins will be kept waiting for several minutes before another response comes through.]
no subject
... She might be muttering something along the lines of "come on" after a few minutes ... ]
no subject
--Three Twins, do you have any proof documenting your claim?
no subject
I can forward you the research we documented looking into the fungus, and the files we did find in their system?
Or ... Hell, you're welcome to board the Iskaulit and have a look around if you really wanted to. Like I said, we decontaminated everything.
no subject
Please send your documentation first. We will decide how to proceed from there.
no subject
[ Because she has to figure out how to do that, exactly -- but it's not long before they receive the files. ]
There we go. Uh, that should be everything -- let me know if you have any questions. I was involved with the research personally.
no subject
[the woman sounds distracted, perhaps by all of the information finally being presented to her. after a moment of silence, she speaks.]
Please hold again. We will have instructions for you shortly.
[the feed is momentarily paused, but... a communication officer can confirm that the opposing fleet's weapons are no longer locked on the Three Twins.]
A
he looks like he's hurrying, maybe even set on helping out somehow... but as soon as he reaches the bridge, he kind of stalls and freezes up, staring out the front bay windows.]
--Are we under attack again??
A
no subject
[oh. and so he goes from looking freaked-out at the window, to freaked-out eyeing the comms panel.
it's just sitting there. all full of blinking lights and responsibility--just waiting for him.]
Am I supposed to... [hesitantly pointing at the panel.]
no subject
But she's also never really been too strict about him exactly performing his duties, so: ]
Just stay on the bridge. We may need to evacuate or retreat, if they don't seem friendly.
no subject
What do they want? ...Are we in trouble?
no subject
[ She's hoping that the worst of it will be not being allowed to land there and having to move on ]
no subject
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