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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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I guess if you wanna be a steak. It's a kinda weird thing to wanna be, but as long as you follow your dreams... [He smiles.] It's nice to meet you, Mr. Steak! I'm Cap'n Takeshi, formerly of Team Tokyo! S'nice to be your crew now.
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[Ugh. Kids. Why is it always kids? What did he do to deserve this??? ]
Like wise and-
No. Wait. You're the captain?
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[He grins, looking totally chill. As captain.]
Are you settling okay?
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[Nope. No. He can't. ]
You're a kid. How are you captain? You're not like...secretly over a hundred or something like that are you?
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[He smiles shyly, as he pats his chest.]
M'kinda small for my age, though... But I know how to fight, and I've been working on being a good captain, anyway!
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[Then again, Adam was just eleven and look at what he accomplished. Sure, he was the antichrist, but he was more human than anything else.]
...Well, it'll be interesting, I suppose Having a kid captain.
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I'll do my best for my team! Pinky promise!
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He leans down and locks his pinky finger with Takeshi's ]
Okay. I'm taking that as a bona-fide oath made to an occult being. Can't go back on that.
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[You're the literal worst demon.]
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Ugh. Do you have to say it like that?
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How else should I say it?
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[He punches Crowley on the arm, all friendly.]
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No. I'm not shy. I'd rather people not point out my glaring flaws.
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Captain's honor!
[He flexes an arm, all but missing a traditional Japanese YOSHI.]
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[Why does this happen to him, why. ]
Ugh. No.