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driftfleet2015-09-13 10:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-13 10:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- aiya/gray nightingale,
- alex russo,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- anthony j. crowley,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- bran stark,
- cassandra pentaghast,
- cheese sandwich,
- clay terran,
- coil lenn,
- cole,
- cory matthews,
- davesprite,
- eugene ben woods,
- felix harrowgate,
- fenris,
- frobisher,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii,
- hiro hamada,
- imperator furiosa,
- james potter,
- jove lavellan,
- katniss everdeen/nova,
- lea (axel),
- leanne,
- margaret "peggy" carter,
- margarine "margie" detemps,
- megaman.exe,
- miah lanbatal,
- natasha romanoff,
- nelkeila tarid,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- nux,
- pearl,
- richard castle,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- stanley raymond kowalski,
- syeira,
- tekhetsio,
- the vision,
- toph beifong,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- yamanaka ino,
- yosuke hanamura,
- zessica wong,
- zhas
warning! warning!
[The nebulas are beautiful in this region of space, at the very least. They gleam as great distorting clouds of space-stuff that your scanners don't even want to attempt to analyze. They affect the ships' instruments much like other areas of disruption have in the past, but these are actually visible as large swathes of light--like giant flames frozen in their swirling shapes, suspended across impressive stretches of space. For once, there's something like scenery to look at, out here in the black...
And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.
From a gap between the two nearest clouds comes an assemblage of ships! Familiar to some and new to others--they do not respond to hails or communications of any kind, and they're gunning straight for the Fleet without slowing. Their weapons are locking on and firing as soon as they are in range.
Many passengers have been through this before, and many of the ships are bigger and better than they'd been in the previous skirmish. Today, the Drift Fleet will put up a better fight, even punch a few holes in their attackers.
Your augment knows where you need to go! Do you run to your station? Do you dodge your job? Are you unsure how to help? Are the captains giving orders or panicking, and are their crews paying attention? Everyone's got a chance to fight back before the enemy fleet runs them into the nearest nebula--and things suddenly take a bad turn.
As soon as each Drift Fleet ship hits the nebula, its systems overload and short-circuit before going dead. It stays silent for minutes, no radar, no comms, no network. Stubborn stragglers are ganged up on and forced into the cloud, followed by the poor ships on autopilot being bodily hauled into the nebula with tractor beams. Once the entire Fleet has been set adrift as sitting ducks, before the Marsiva can get too close, the attacking fleet... turns and flees through the cloud, seemingly untouched by the nebula that scrambles your ships.
Eventually, the systems flicker back to life, blinking on one by one. It will be several hours before any other effects of the attack will be noticeable. The network shows up as live again, but Atroma never shows up to explain a thing...]
ooc: the out-of-character event post is over here! respond to this post any way you like; you can have action, comm messages, play during the attack, being stuck in the nebula, checking in after the network comes back online, or whatever else seems fitting.
And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.
From a gap between the two nearest clouds comes an assemblage of ships! Familiar to some and new to others--they do not respond to hails or communications of any kind, and they're gunning straight for the Fleet without slowing. Their weapons are locking on and firing as soon as they are in range.
Many passengers have been through this before, and many of the ships are bigger and better than they'd been in the previous skirmish. Today, the Drift Fleet will put up a better fight, even punch a few holes in their attackers.
Your augment knows where you need to go! Do you run to your station? Do you dodge your job? Are you unsure how to help? Are the captains giving orders or panicking, and are their crews paying attention? Everyone's got a chance to fight back before the enemy fleet runs them into the nearest nebula--and things suddenly take a bad turn.
As soon as each Drift Fleet ship hits the nebula, its systems overload and short-circuit before going dead. It stays silent for minutes, no radar, no comms, no network. Stubborn stragglers are ganged up on and forced into the cloud, followed by the poor ships on autopilot being bodily hauled into the nebula with tractor beams. Once the entire Fleet has been set adrift as sitting ducks, before the Marsiva can get too close, the attacking fleet... turns and flees through the cloud, seemingly untouched by the nebula that scrambles your ships.
Eventually, the systems flicker back to life, blinking on one by one. It will be several hours before any other effects of the attack will be noticeable. The network shows up as live again, but Atroma never shows up to explain a thing...]
ooc: the out-of-character event post is over here! respond to this post any way you like; you can have action, comm messages, play during the attack, being stuck in the nebula, checking in after the network comes back online, or whatever else seems fitting.
Start of Attack
[Frobisher was minding his own business, kicking back in the bridge with his flippers up, filling out a personality quiz in a decades-old magazine they picked up at the last rest stop. It's turning into a rather relaxing and enjoyable day...
That is until the alarm's start blaring. He reacts with total complete professionalism and definitely isn't knocked out of his chair in surprise. He's only just climbing back into his seat when Hiro comes in over the comms and... yeah those guys do not look friendly out there, do they?
Frobisher buckles into his seat, morphing almost in instinct to bullet-proof his skin. You can't be too careful.]
[Audio - to Hiro]
On it, kid. You sayin' these guys attacked here before? What the hell's their damage?
audio
But this time, we're ready. We can do this, and I can keep the shields running.
audio
[This is followed by a slightly penguin-y screech and the sounds of crashing. He totally knows what he's doing here. Totally.]
Watch it, asshole, I'm drivin' here!
audio
Action
I wondered when the running and the screaming would start happening.
Re: Action
[He squacks again as another fire nearly hits them, turning the ship just in time.]
Who's got us in range? I'm tryin' to keep this bucket of bolts in the air, I ain't got time to check.
Action
[He'll go play with the controls - or at least prod them with his hooves to try and make sense out of them. ]
Uh. Two on the right, one ahead.
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[ Except she's never used high tech space guns before and the augment only goes so far so this is probably gonna be more of a POINT AND SHOOT AND PRAY situation. So like every fight in Final Fantasy basically. ]
Um...
[ She looks over at Frobisher and motions at the seatbelt. ]
What is that? Do I need that?
no subject
[Granted, Frobisher's feet don't reach the floor. He's not taking any risks. He's gripping the controls with both flippers, his beady eyes a little manic during it all.]
I so did not sign up for space battles, you know! Not that I signed up for any of this.
no subject
[ Margie always looks a bit awkward in seats designed for normal sized people, being over seven feet tall. Her knees come up like an adult on a child's bicycle. Still, she cautiously buckles herself in, carefully controlling the guns as she shoots rather selectively. Her focus is on primarily defense, rather than offense. ]
I did not know that I would be fighting in space, but I have always been fighting.