EVENT LOG | There's always a bigger fish.

[thespaceopera]

[The source of the toxins has been discovered to be coming from the Depths that were previously sealed off. The Dasioe, desperate for aid, has agreed to let the Fleet have access to search for the source and put a stop to it. So now it's up to you to prepare yourselves for the unknown, and brave these dark waters for the sake of this world.

But be careful: you aren't alone down there.

This is a catch all-mingle/event log for the Depths event and anything related to it. None of the creatures will be NPCed by mods, so feel free to control them as you'd like.

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[castintoflames]

(Maedhros has been silent thus far, occasionally resting his cheek against the top of Maglor's head. Sea dragons are not exactly comforting and he is focusing on his knowledge of weapons and the creature's probable weaknesses. Evading the beast seems like a good idea, but after a moment, he leans forward and peers at the controls before Vash.)

Show me the shuttle's weapons. (In this case, Elvish precision will come in handy!)

she was definitely here all along?

[stabsbothways]

Put my vote in the 'shooting the dragon' column. It doesn't seem in the mood to talk.

[ She doesn't want to crowd the captain, so instead she's looking out the windows to keep an eye on the beast and also the terrain. ]

We need to go deeper.

[wolfehawke]

[Everyone suddenly speaks up and while Wolfe has only the smallest idea of how to use the shuttle's weapons, he does have some measure of expertise with the com systems in the fleet given his augment. He shoots Isabela a conspiratorial look, asking without asking her to figure out the weapons with Maedhros and warning that Vash may take umbrage with shooting anything, even something trying quite literally to spread their bones on the ocean floor. It doesn't occur to him that she might not understand the look given that he's an entirely different Hawke from the one she's used to; she's practically the same person to him.

He moves from behind Vash's seat and practically throws himself into another nearby, fingers flying over the console to open a broadcast channel.]

Alright Maglor, minstrel at it or whatever it is you're going to do!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash may be very distracted making sure this ship doesn't get eaten, but that doesn't mean he isn't instantly aware that weapons were just mentioned.]

You're not going to kill it. [That is a clear statement. Not a question or request.] I doubt the Dasioe would be very happy with us for killing one of their gods after all. We just need to slow the big boy down and I can get us out of here!

[He glances over at what is happening at the comms. Minstrel? Vash doesn't completely get it, but he really hopes it gets this thing off their tail without killing it.]

Deeper I can do. [Down they go! Bit of a nose dive, but not too sudden to knock people off their feet.]

[bythewaves]

We may have no choice.

[ Maglor says, distractedly, and nods, leaning forwards to access the mike. Fortunately these things are relatively easy to use.

A deep breath and Maglor opens himself to the Song around him, clinging onto the seat in front hard enough that he will leave dents, later, and he Sings.

Sleep. He sings, the deep pull of the waters of Lethe, Look away. There's nothing here, and the waters swirl around the shuttle, as Maglor sings the Deep Dark of the sea and space both, pulling cold and shadows around them to shelter them, blinding the eyes of their hunter.

The dragon.... falters. For a moment, it seems confused, it's movements stalled. For a moment... they have a chance. ]

I cannot hold it... [ He whispers, strain in his voice ]

[castintoflames]

(Maedhros sees no reason to keep the beast alive. Any repercussions that will come from a god's death can surely be dealt with later. All he's focused on is living now.

He shifts to join Isabela, using his augment to make the process easier.)

Bullets can slow a target down. (As can lasers and anything else they have loaded onto the ship.) Kano...

(He glances at his brother, curious. The Song is...moving. It touches a deep part of him and he takes a shuddering breath. Only Maglor could Sing directly to the sea.)

You've done your best. (The weapons are soon accessed and he rotates them to face the beast that pursues them.)

[stabsbothways]

[ It's a look that she can read very well. Maybe she was liking this Hawke some after all.

Unfortunately, there's not much she can do besides hover over Maedhros' shoulder while he uses the controls. She keeps her eyes peeled for opportunities to shoot, as the shuttle weapons on this thing are hardly gonna kill something so big, she imagines. ]

There-

[ They're coming along a cliffside, and if they shoot the rock it'll probably rain some debris on the in-pursuit monster. Might even cause enough dust that it can't spot them. ]