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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,
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- clay terran,
- cole,
- cory matthews,
- davesprite,
- garrett hawke,
- hiro hamada,
- julian subatoi bashir,
- kairi,
- lloyd irving,
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- misha hunt,
- nelkeila tarid,
- robin redbreast,
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- 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.
no subject
And then the words come. Nunnilis. She's never heard that word before, but they can only mean the salvaged ship.]
That isn't something I can explain quickly. We followed the distress call and found the ship a few weeks ago. It was-- [Her voice breaks a little, surprising herself. She takes a moment to regain her composure.] -- it was too late to save anyone on board. We've been looking for the people it belongs to. Can you help us?
no subject
--Elaborate, please.
no subject
We found people on the ship, but they were too far gone. Their bodies were taken over by some kind of disease. A-- a fungus. They were basically dead men walking. We got the ship running and decontaminated it, and we finally figured out what had happened...
And-- we've made a cure. I don't think we can repair what's been damaged, but if there are more people like those on the Iskaulit, we want them to have it. So we can prevent something like that from happening ever again.
no subject
...Please stand by, Vanquish.
[and then the signal cuts out.
the conversation on the other line will take a little bit of time, so Sheena will be kept waiting for a couple of minutes. please hold.]
no subject
Crisis mode. She's prepared to bark out orders if needed, but for now... all she can do is wait. Wait and pray.]