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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!
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... Well, I am a pilot. I can hail them at least, if you think it would be wise. [He looks expectantly at Varric.]
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Hello! This is the Huntress hailing an unknown craft. Please identify yourself and... [Komaeda frowns at the radar.] ... and, ah, your make and model of ship?
[He starts off confidently, but rapidly sounds more and more uncertain of himself. Switching off the broadcast, Komaeda waits patiently for a response. He isn't expecting one. He's expecting an attack, to be honest, so he keeps his eyes on the radar. It occurs to him, abruptly, that he should probably figure out how quickly he can make their ship move if need be.]