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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.
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Umm... Could I handle the talking from here? Before things get any worse.
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Be friendly. He can keep being friendly, at least vocally.]
Of course. That story is somehow even more complicated than the last one, if you can believe it [anders stop talking] but maybe our communications officer can make it a bit more concise than I would.
[TAPPING OUT. And scowling at Megaman as he goes, just backing a few steps away from the console. (He's not comfortable with abandoning it entirely, just in case.) He's of the opinion that he was being subtle— so maybe it's for the best he never got out of that range.]
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Now then, you wanted a concise summary, right? Then, putting it concisely... The ship was infested with some sort of brain parasite fungus plague. We managed to put together a cure, but not fast enough to save the people on board. We decontaminated it just to be safe, and... we brought it along because that was our first contact with the Nunnilis and we thought bringing it along with us would give a better chance of it getting back to them than leaving it for scavengers.
As for the reason we're here specifically... The Golden can't leave a set distance from the Marsiva, but the Marsiva itself appears to be completely automated. We have no idea what its route is, and as far as we know, it doesn't respond to communications at all, whether it's from us or anyone else. On the other hand, the Marsiva just kind of follows whatever flight plan it has without actually doing anything, so it shouldn't be a threat? I believe that's what Captain Anders was trying to get across.
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At the very least, Megaman has the decency to look thoroughly mortified when his whisper apparently ends up patching through to the opposing ship after all; he sidles further away from the comm immediately, the better to give Uzuki room to take over as she steps up, and returns Anders' scowl with a thoroughly apologetic expression of his own. He even mouths an "I'm sorry!" in Anders' general direction, not trusting himself to actually speak up again because apparently the microphones here are pretty sensitive!! Yes. Back to leaning a bit anxiously against the shield console for him.
Honestly, he's practically programmed to nag, but he really should have been more careful in retrospect...or at least quieter maybe. But well, at least their comm officer seems to have a handle on things...]
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...I see.
[for a few beats, there is a hang of empty air while she mulls it all over. and when she does speak up again, it is right before the signal cuts out completely.]
Golden, please stand by.
[just give them a moment.]
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Eventually, because he couldn't be quiet if you literally put a cork in his mouth:]
Well, that could have gone better. But all right in the end, I think. [A small, appreciative nod to Uzuki.] Now we wait! Because that's not ominous at all.
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Golden, these are very serious claims. Do you have any documentation to support what you've told us about the Nunnilis ship?
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[the line will remain open, for any comms officer or captain to send data in the opposing fleet's direction.]
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[Sending the data over to the fleet: A record of when they first received the SOS, stuff on the initial entry into the ship, an autopsy report, information on various stages of work on the antidote.... And various bits and pieces that managed to get pulled from the damaged computers.]
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He watches the transfer go through, rocking slightly on his heels, and raises his voice just enough to be heard by communicator. Because he can't help himself.]
You'll find that it's all in line with what you're getting from the others, I expect. We'll stand by until you've had a chance to look them over, yes? If you have any questions [beat] our communications officer should be able to answer them.
[Because he also knows when he's beaten, all right.]
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[you guys are put on hold again while the opposing Fleet looks over their information... though, any communications officer can confirm that weapons are no longer locked on the Golden.]
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[And with that, she just kind of collapses into the communicator's chair like a puppet with its strings cut.]
Haa... That was really close, wasn't it...?
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Thank you for your patience, Golden. We apologize for the delay.
This planet is home to a large number of Nunnilis. It looks as though the infection on the Iskaulit is the same one that we are currently struggling to keep at bay in our own population. As such, we could not risk further contamination.
[the woman takes a deep breath... this has been a taxing evening.]
But your records check out, as does your story. We would prefer that you keep the Iskaulit in orbit, but the Golden will be given full permission to land.
For safety, we ask that you please run through standard decontamination protocol before you exit your ships, to minimize all possible risks.
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Just a little bit longer and they'll be, if everyone here will pardon the pun, golden.]
In that case, we'll be sure to be thorough, of course, follow everything to the letter. [He is not 100% sure what the proper protocols are, but he'll figure it out. He does intend to follow through on that promise.] Glad we could get all this cleared up! Sounds like we all gave each other a bit of a scare, fancy that.
[Ha ha! What a crazy random happenstance!]
Anyway. Perhaps we'll see you planetside! But only if we're very lucky, hmm? [You thought you could keep him from flirting, team. You were wrong. Right on its heels, before he can be called out:] Misha, if you don't mind?
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[yeah, she doesn't take to it much better than the previous one did. but, with that all sorted out...]
Thank you, Golden. End transmission.
[and the feed cuts. the Golden is free to land!]