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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.
action;
[She's still confused by what the hell is going on. Give her a second.]
I'm fine. Just really starting to get sick of the Atroma pulling stuff like this.
Re: action;
[He highly doubts it by the level of chaos on the bridge right now, but he had to ask.]
action;
[And luckily no one seemed to be gravely injured. She would have to go clean up the Med Lab, though. It was probably a mess.]
Re: action;
Other than the confetti shower, it seems we're all fine.
[He himself is still covered in the brightly colored bits of paper, but he doesn't seem to mind as much.]
And now it seems we have new crewmates? You are... Maggie-san, yes? I believe we've run into each other a few times, but I've been lax in properly introducing myself.
action;
[She smiles a bit sheepishly, brushing some of the confetti off of his shoulder to reciprocate the favor he did, taking it out of her hair.]
Oh- I... yeah I kind of keep to myself unless I have to, I guess.
[Which is no one's fault, really. She just didn't want to be attached to these people - not when her family waited back home.]
Just Maggie is fine.
Re: action;
I understand. This place is very overwhelming.
[He bows properly from his crouched position and smiles.]
My name is Soujirou. It's good to finally greet you.
action;
[Though now that they were on the subject... what was going to happen now with all these crew members? Where the heck would everyone fit? She can't tell yet if the ship has changed to accommodate everyone or if they're all just being crammed in here like rabbits in a hutch.]
It's nice to meet you too, Soujiro.
[She gives a bit of a small smile, testing his name out the way he's pronounced it.]
Where are you from? If you don't mind my asking?
[Because she's never heard a name like that - it flowed almost like water just saying it.]
Re: action;
Takeshi-kun is a wonderful captain, indeed.
[And he hopes with all these new crew members, he won't be too stressed out.]
I'm from Japan. But likely far in your past. You are from the West, yes? What year are you from?