thespaceopera: (red alert)
Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-07-12 12:21 am

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.
unconfines: (W → break out from society;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-07-28 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Full permission. Anders resists the urge to sigh with relief while the ship on the other line can still hear him— and anyway it's premature. "Not locked on" doesn't hold much meaning for him; there's always room to be stabbed (or in this case, shot) in the back. It weighs a little heavier, the idea of making contact with full-facultied members of the same species they spent the past month purging, but.... He'll worry about that later, if he lets himself worry about it at all.

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?