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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.
Audio: during the attack
Again? Well, I'm not bloody hailing them this time. It's the verbal equivalent of chucking a snowball into an active volcano, and it's really not worth the effort.
no subject
There is more to your job than just talking. So, get to your station before I decide that we need to jettison a little extra weight.
[--either meaning the demon or his stockpile of booze. either would work.]
no subject
Ugh, fine.
[He's just gonna head to his station, and rather spitefully give a swipe at the screen to get the radar array up. ]
Happy now?
no subject
[and he heads across the bridge to glare over Crowley's shoulder at the monitor that he only half-knows how to read.]
--Who are they? What do they want?
no subject
[He waves a hand at the screen, annoyed. ]
They're here to make our lives miserable, that's it.
no subject
[--he snaps at him. and gestures over his shoulder at the cryptic array of screens.]
What else can you find out? Scan them, or... watch their movements or something. Can't you tell anything else??
no subject
[He casts Tek a disdainful look. ]
There is such a word as please, you know.
no subject
[he's snapping, kind of in a rage... but there is a real urgency under there somewhere. he genuinely doesn't want to see them all blown out of the sky--or whatever else the enemy fleet is trying for. his words certainly aren't asking, but his tone maybe is.]
You're our eyes, understand? So, just look.
no subject
It's called politeness, not begging.
[He taps the screen for a moment. ]
I don't know what to tell you, they're surrounding us and locking their weapons onto us, again. Just like last time.
no subject
I wasn't here last time. You're sure it's the same?
...There must be a reason, right? Why just shoot us down?
no subject
[He gives a soft shrug. ]
Maybe they really, really hate this television show and- hm. Wait.
no subject
no subject
What that big blobby thing? It looks like trouble.
no subject
[he looks up from the screen and toward the window, watching the glowing curtain of energy outside.]
Could you possibly be a little more specific?
no subject
no subject
[but, he sighs and drags a hand down his face]
A hint would be nice. It looks like fire to me, but I very much doubt that's the case. So... a clue as to what it even is, or why it would be a 'problem,' would be very much appreciated.
[it's sarcastic and snarly, but there's your politeness, demon.]
no subject
[He squints at the screen. ]
The readings are going all...fuzzy. I think it's interfering with the tech. Which, you know, we should want to avoid going into iy.
no subject
[not that he's considering telling their pilot to drive into it. or anything.]
no subject