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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.
VANQUISH
He really, really needs to socialize with the crew more. That's the background thought, the conversational, quippy thought that someone who knew him might have been able to pull out at that moment. The overwhelming majority of him, though, clicks into a cold recognition and sings live-wire adrenaline with the familiarity of danger and being attacked.
He reaches for a knife out of hard-won instinct, heart in his throat, fingers closing on the handle before he remembers that attack is so much easier to fight back out here. Back into the drawer it goes, and he dials up Pearl's frequency, too deliberate to be completely steady.]
You heard the captain. Where are you headed? I'll meet you there.
no subject
She hesitates another moment. They're already outgunned on this ship. An SR shuttle would probably have even worse odds, and then she wouldn't be useful to anyone.]
Port side. I think I heard something from there. [and off she goes!]
no subject
It helps that the place isn't exactly spacious.]
Okay. Just tell me what you need.
[It's a promise more than a command, more focused than he's been in months.]
no subject
We're here to assess damage, and to see if there's anything we can do about it. If we can't, we'll simply have to lock it down and fix it at a later time. [she lets the computer do a quick scan before she opens the door]
If it looks like we're about to get sucked out into space, say something. [she seems waaay too blase about this]
no subject
[He picks his way in behind her, trying to force a swallow despite how his mouth's suddenly gone dry.]
Assuming there's enough air to do that? Sure. I'll . . . definitely do that.
no subject
[electrically speaking. Also literally. The panel she wants to get to at the far end of the room is preceded by a crappy obstacle course, comprising of loose panels knocked out of the ceiling, loose crates, and a potted plant for atmosphere's sake.
She takes a step forward and whoa! The ships hangs a sharp left, aaaand there goes the rest of the crates, falling on top of her. Who the hell is driving this thing??]
no subject
[Eugene dives in as the crates go tumbling over, trying to keep all of them from landing on Pearl. He manages to shove a few of them back into the precarious stack, and fumbles to shove them away from the makeshift path. One pops open as he's fumbling at it, and he winces instinctively with the expectation of something sharp or heavy raining down on him, instead of . . .
. . . visors?
Visors, apparently. How many of these things did the sponsor send?]
All right there? [He peers over his shoulder, lurching as the ship banks hard again.]
no subject
We really have to practicing space travel standard safety protocols.
no subject
no subject
Once they aren't in immediate danger from falling crates, she joins Eugene in making her way over to the panel. The very firmly shut and very dented panel.]
Why is everything here made out of junk??
no subject
[This feels familiar, finally. Lives threatened, falling into the familiar pattern of flippant commentary and goals. The ship lurches again and he grabs at the wall, scrabbling for some kind of handhold.]
Basic tension building. At least if they're going by usual narrative structure, it's almost guaranteed none of us are going to die.