Who goes there?

[thespaceopera]

[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.

Comments

[catamite]

Hailed--

[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.]

[ino]

[ ... Nel, c'mon, they gave you responsibilities so you could, you know, do them.

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.

[catamite]

[and this is why he doesn't really ever actually do those responsibilities. he looks at least a little relieved when she doesn't tell him to get to his post, and edges over in her direction instead.]

What do they want? ...Are we in trouble?

[ino]

Just identification, for now, but -- we'll see.

[ She's hoping that the worst of it will be not being allowed to land there and having to move on ]

[catamite]

Are they, like... police or something?

[ino]

They're probably in charge of guarding this planet? Either that, or it's just some random ships trying to get into our business to see if we have anything on us.