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driftfleet2017-01-13 01:10 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-01-13 01:10 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anthony j. crowley,
- asuka shikinami langley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- beverly crusher,
- cara,
- charles xavier,
- cisco ramon,
- clay terran,
- coil lenn,
- edwin jarvis,
- eithan paine,
- erik lehnsherr,
- felix gaeta,
- fingon,
- finwë,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- hermione granger,
- isabela,
- jade harley,
- jayden price,
- jeyne westerling,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- katie mccoy,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- khadgar,
- korra,
- kubo,
- leliana,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- maggie greene-rhee,
- max rockatansky,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- mon-el,
- nami,
- otono-tachibana makie,
- raven darkholme (film),
- ravi chakrabarti,
- rey,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- shinji ikari,
- shouta aizawa,
- sokka,
- sorey,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers (ou),
- takeshi,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- winn schott,
- yuan ka-fai,
- zaveid
don't fear the reaper
[The First Battle]
[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.
The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.
If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.
Spare parts have to come from somewhere.
Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]
[A Few Hours Later]
[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…
The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.
They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.
Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.
The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.
Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]
[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]
[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.
The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.
If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.
Spare parts have to come from somewhere.
Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]
[A Few Hours Later]
[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…
The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.
They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.
Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.
The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.
Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]
[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]
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They're very minor scratches. I'll take care of them once I'm sure there are no more bones to set. [He smiles and it comes off a little forced, but who can blame him?]
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I know there are a few injuries here and there but I'm not sure how bad they are after everything. [Still not mentioning his ribs.]
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[Welcome to Atroma, who literally does not give a fuck.]
Sit down, then. Let me look at you. I may not be able to heal, but my friend taught me a lot.
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This place is ridiculous. It makes me miss Azeroth even more. [Sigh.
He doesn't sit down though, he looks a little bothered about it.] I'm fine. I was going to start seeing what kind of substitutions I can make for health potions.
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[Ugh. If only he had an augment of use. Then again, he's made a real difference with being a cook.]
Khadgar. [His eyes narrow slightly.] If you are hurt and pushing yourself, you will only make it worse.
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[Khadgar wants details, badly. That's just because he likes knowing things though. Knowledge is power, after all.]
You sound like one of the Archmages. "Khadgar, don't argue." [Heh- ow.] There's not a lot you can do.
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My adoptive father is a magister, so I suppose there is some precedent for that... Regardless, if you are hurt, then you should be resting. [He jabs a finger at Khadgar's sternum.] Don't make me levitate you into bed! I will absolutely do it, titles be damned.
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[Implying they wanted little or not contact. Not that Khadgar listens much.
The jab at his sternum makes him moved a bit, which makes him hiss slightly and resist a soft curse as his ribs ache again.]
What titles? I'll take it easy, I promise, but there isn't much either of us can do. It's probably just a few bruised ribs.
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[He still would've loved to ask a few questions, but he was too busy fighting.]
Archmage, greatest mage to ever live, et cetera-- none of those mean a thing if you don't live to see them. [He refrains from touching Khadgar again; instead his hands go to his hips.] Aspirin and bed rest!
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I can't. There are things to do, people to check on. The Windrose, the crew will be cleaning for a little while, I can't leave them to do everything.
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You can do that from your bed! [He's in a mood now, sorry dude.] How much good will you be if you get yourself hurt worse?!
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I've never been the kind of person to just sit around and let everyone else deal with what's happening.
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Light be blessed, you are the most infuriating -- [he shoves the first aid kit into Khadgar's arms] -- irresponsible -- [and kicks a nearby bit of debris] -- bullheaded -- [the rest of the rant is in Thalassian, but surely Khadgar gets the idea] -- take that and don't you call me if you get hurt, because I can't heal worth a copper!
[He knows he's going to use his magic in a bad way if Khadgar doesn't relent, so he does the responsible thing and just teleports out.]