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

[heresyandlace]

[oh he knows the look. he much prefers it when they're both giving that look to someone else.]

Oh, believe me-- I wouldn't leave the responsibility of speaking for the ship to you.

But you still have a job to do, so wake up and do it. You don't even have to leave your gods-damned chair.

[onlyanapple]

It's a little adorable that you seem to think that actually snubbed me.

[He'll lean back in his chair, examining his finger nails. ]

And you didn't say please.

[heresyandlace]

[slowly straightening up himself, he folds his arms and levels a look at him that is nothing but ice.]

...Crowley, we really shouldn't be ruining our raport like this. I'd hate to have to stoop to leveraging tactics.

[is that a threat? yeah, might be a threat.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's smirk does not falter, nor does he actually make a move to do his job. His voice comes out almost like a purr. ]

That almost sounds like a threat.

[heresyandlace]

[and Tek is unfazed. like he's got a trump card or something.]

It is. Because, I hold power over a certain elemental realm--and included in this realm is poison.

And do you know what counts as poison?

[take a guess, Crowley.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's smirk fades. Fast. ]

...You're bluffing.

[heresyandlace]

Try me.

[he does not sound like he's feeling very forgiving.]

Or you can turn around and man your station so we don't get blown out of the sky.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley stares at him, from behind his shades for what feels like a full minute, before very pointedly and very slowly reaching a hand out to turn the signal on. All while maintaining eye contact and an expression that promises Tek will regret this life decision. ]

[heresyandlace]

[the game is on, demon.]

Thank you.

[onlyanapple]

[He'll just slump in his chair like a petulant child.]

Just get on with your call, Captain.