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driftfleet2015-02-01 02:05 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-01 02:05 pm
a blip
[the fleet has been clear of the musical signals for a day or so... but things still aren't quite right. signals occasionally fail, there is static in the wires. and, apparently, the ships' scanning equipment hasn't been as sensitive as it should be.
it isn't until the fleet is far from the last planet's range that some kind of invisible cloud clears... and several blips show up on every ship's radar. those ships that have a communications officer on-board will actually hear a little alert. and those that don't may miss it entirely, if no one else on board happens to glance at the monitors.
--you aren't alone.
for the first time, there is something showing up on the scanners that isn't the innocuous signatures of local traffic between stations, or the lone, short-range ships out doing their jobs. this is something else.
the communications officers and pilots can attempt to scan them, maybe try and hail... but they lie at the absolute far edge of the equipment's range. just hovering--maybe watching, maybe waiting. maybe not realizing that the drifting fleet is unblinded enough to see them. and there's no telling how long they may have been there.
and once noticed, they only remain for a few minutes before disappearing again into the black.]
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ooc: this is an entirely-optional mini-event. you can reply or not, and there is no rush to do so. the ships on the radar cannot actually be reached, and will disappear regardless of what is attempted. but if you want to try anyway, post reactions, etc., go ahead and knock yourself out here. they won't answer, but maybe they are listening regardless. this can also be used as a mingle, if anyone wants to talk to each other, or try to bludgeon their communications officer into getting off their butts to actually do anything.
this is just a small event, or clue, and can be played with or ignored as you all wish! enjoy!
it isn't until the fleet is far from the last planet's range that some kind of invisible cloud clears... and several blips show up on every ship's radar. those ships that have a communications officer on-board will actually hear a little alert. and those that don't may miss it entirely, if no one else on board happens to glance at the monitors.
--you aren't alone.
for the first time, there is something showing up on the scanners that isn't the innocuous signatures of local traffic between stations, or the lone, short-range ships out doing their jobs. this is something else.
the communications officers and pilots can attempt to scan them, maybe try and hail... but they lie at the absolute far edge of the equipment's range. just hovering--maybe watching, maybe waiting. maybe not realizing that the drifting fleet is unblinded enough to see them. and there's no telling how long they may have been there.
and once noticed, they only remain for a few minutes before disappearing again into the black.]
...
ooc: this is an entirely-optional mini-event. you can reply or not, and there is no rush to do so. the ships on the radar cannot actually be reached, and will disappear regardless of what is attempted. but if you want to try anyway, post reactions, etc., go ahead and knock yourself out here. they won't answer, but maybe they are listening regardless. this can also be used as a mingle, if anyone wants to talk to each other, or try to bludgeon their communications officer into getting off their butts to actually do anything.
this is just a small event, or clue, and can be played with or ignored as you all wish! enjoy!
Action
That's about the extent of my ability when it comes to the communications. We don't have a comms officer to help us along.
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He takes a seat near her. ]
Do you think it's dangerous?
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It's hard to--
[ And the rest of her words die in her throat as more of the same ships begin to shimmer into view seemingly out of thin air. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight and she grips the rail separating the captain's chair from the rest of the seating on the bridge. ]
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Oh, gods.
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...In answer to your question, yes, I believe they are dangerous.
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My guess would be the former. Just now... before they came into view... The atmosphere around them did something strange. It was a like a cloud of mist, or water rippling. Did you see it? It was like a veil being lifted...
[ She sighs and her voice drops another scale in volume. ]
I wonder how long they've been there...
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...It's almost like a warning...
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[ A show of force. ]
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Should I get Tim?
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I'd rather not worry him with it, but if something else happens, he has to be ready to move too.
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[ He ducks out of the bridge. ]
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[ She doesn't watch Malak as he leaves, her attention still focused on the opposing fleet, tense and alert. She's waiting for something to change. Who could they be? What do they want? Their stillness upsets her. If they were preparing to attack, threatening them more distinctly in some way, it would be different. There would be action to take. But this... this... ]
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[ Malak doesn't really have the vocabulary yet to talk about these things easily and fluently. ]
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[Just like that, he's up and on his feet, ready to go. ]
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[ He doesn't need to lead Tim; Tim knows the way. He will follow, though, a little more slowly. ]
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[The moment they're on the bridge, he addresses his question to Cecil.]