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driftfleet2017-02-24 02:09 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-24 02:09 pm
A Rose by any other name...!
Suddenly, the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to into the same direction, away from the other ships of the fleet. Slowly, they move until they side by side.
Over the two ships' intercom, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. 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 looks completely new, but yet is reminiscent of both the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose.
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose 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 Twin Roses!
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
Over the two ships' intercom, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. 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 looks completely new, but yet is reminiscent of both the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose.
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose 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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[Quietly. She is not a fan of kind looks, but courtesy can always be maintained.]
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Will this be a problem?
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No! Ah, that is of course not. No problems with me. Um, unless it will be a problem for you?
[Man, how does one word this?] You're not, ah, exactly the first person I've seen... you know kill someone before. [Oh wow, this was so very, very awkward.]
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My best friend and I didn't exactly see eye to eye when it came to killing either.
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How did you reconcile that?
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[In the end their friendship nearly did crumble. Vash still wasn't sure if their last discussion was Wolfwood at last agreeing or just a willingness to forgive right before the end. He would probably never really know for sure.]
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What a difficult life you must lead.
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You think so? I don't know. I think it's been pretty good so far! I mean, it's a life that's let me come out in space and meet all sorts of different people! Great people! Like yourself.
[Vash is taking a wild guess that Maki doesn't think highly of herself.]
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I far prefer this place and Adstringendum to my home, that's true. I have a family and future, here.
[It's an oblique sort of reference to her home-- how she told him she had no option to change.]
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Glad you're here then. Having family here certainly helps I bet when this trip gets a bit crazy.
You know... like when two ships decide to crash together.
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I must admit, that was certainly unexpected. And... shouldn't be possible, all things considered. [But lol laws of physics am I right.]
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I certainly don't mind impossible things happening. It can make life easier, sometimes.
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Just, if there's anything that might help make this seemingly impossible event easier for you let me know, okay? It's my job as captain after all to make sure my crew is happy.
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If both of our ships have ...melded, then that means we have two captains. Have you met Kitty?
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[Tactfully.]
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[He will probably let you down!]