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driftfleet2017-02-18 12:26 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-18 12:26 pm
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Look - up in the sky...!
Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.
And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
"Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
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[He says it so quickly, too.]
Then I'd have thought I was gonna die and not get a cake!
[duh]
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[It was worth a shot]
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I can share a piece with you, f'you really want cake.
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Okay! I'll take Nightingale's slice!
Thank you!
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Did you ask her first?
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[Sorta. Kinda. Close enough.]
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[He gives a thumbs up.]
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Ah, thank you! I really appreciate it!
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Double-check and make sure nothin's poisoned, thought! Just in case!
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Don't worry, I'll check. Though I don't see why they'd bother with poisoning a cake.
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But Nightingale took it. She said she's gonna airlock it.
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[FROM A CHILD????? Okay Allen knows he was just trying to get some cake, but taking it from a child is just douchey Nightingale. He makes an annoyed noise that's clearly directed at her]
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Hey. That's all right. My ship has some really good cooks. What if they made you a cake instead?
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[He's not sure why; everything can go wrong, but she seems like a worrywart.]
We can make cake some other time to celebrate! Maybe someone will have a birthday soon.
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[Conspiracy theorist honestly]
Ah, that's a good idea! We'll save the cake for then.