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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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You may wish to discuss your shared captaincy with Mr Vash. Should we be attacked again, conflict will arise between the two of you. [And in the middle of a fight is not the best time.]
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If he had been part of our crew at the time of attack, it would have been... awkward. [At best.]
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I don't like it either. Killing. [Even if she has proven to be good at it.] They were slavers. What were we going to do? Keep them safe at greater risk to us only to turn them on the next unsuspecting ship that passed their way? We can't even go off course to find space authorities or space prisons if those even exist.
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She switches to Japanese, only because she doesn't know these new people besides Vash and what they might think of him.]
What you speak is pure common sense. He does not see it that way. He would rather fire on his own allies than risk harm coming to his enemies. He will be a source of dangerous chaos.
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It was distracting.
[And frustrating. And irritating. And angering. And... made her feel like the worst sort of person.]
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Given those actions, I'm concerned that he might do the same should we come under attack again.
[As far as she's concerned, it's only a matter of time.]
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Are you okay being on the same ship as him?
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Yes. I can accept Mr Vash's point of view. I am more concerned about a conflict of interest in a battle.
[She'd follow Kitty's orders, but given the situation of two captains with different philosophies...] Without prior discussion, there will be distraction and we could suffer casualties.
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I can only assume his reverence for life is such that some compromise could be reached. At the least, such a compromise should be attempted.
[If the conflict can't be dealt with, she's honestly all for locking him in a room during fights.]
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