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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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Nice. More painless that I would have guessed.
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[also, the child captain, a new crewmate, and someone on video are all mad at her for it.]
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You run for it, I'll guard.
[ Jayden why. ]
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I appreciate it, but don't worry. It'll be easier when they've forgotten about it. They can't get it now, so it's safe.
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[ She smiles. She knew there was a reason she liked you, Nightingale. ]
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I've already had to promise a couple of them I'll make another cake.
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[ Look, she's pretty sure a lot of people in this fleet have incredibly short attention spans, okay. ]
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[Whoops.]
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Really hope they'll forget, then. Pretty sure I couldn't bake if I tried.
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[AND NOW THE CHILD IS UPSET AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO]
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