the veil is thin . . .

[thespaceopera]

[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.

It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.

A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.

An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.

Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.

The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]

[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]

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EMERGENCY OPERATION - Sept 22

[spaceshipit]

[ The engines won't start, and that meteor is coming. There is no time to waste.

What can possibly be done? ]


((ooc: additional info here ))

[theroadwarrior]

Max had been returning to the Starstruck when he got the news of the failing engines. He had hesitated on the thought of going back, because he wouldn't have -- back in the wastelands, he wouldn't have, not like this. Maybe if he'd known these people, if he'd been guilted enough... but no, there are people from their fleet down there, trying to get it going, trying to get this passenger ship back into the sky. And they'd all done so much fucking work, had been hopeful, had thought they'd succeeded--

Cursing under his breath, he shoots a message to his crew.

"The engines failed -- I'm going back down."

And so he does a U-Turn, as he's done more times than he ever wants to admit. When he touches down, he's quick to jump out, his brace creaking as his feet meet the doomed earth under his feet. When he moves in, jacketless and with his sleeves being rolled up, he's ready to get back to work and get these damned civilians into the sky and out to space.

"Where do you need me?"

[soulsflight]

The sound reverberates through her, giving her a curious warmth and solace. The gods could toy with emotions and bury fear - and all other emotions, truly - very deep. So deep that it seems appealing to forget they existed altogether.

Lightning has learned her lesson. Frowning, she seeks out the Bards and places herself stubbornly before them.

"Are you really leading them to safety?" her gun has been drawn from the holster on her back, ready to be fired should their intentions prove malicious.

Jacqli | OTA

[fallbythesword]

1 ♪ - Spectating
[ Jacqli has very mixed feelings - not the least of which stem from seeing the chaos as a nearly perfect instant replay of what happened when, back in her own world, she was the one destroying it all.

She feels bad for this planet. She wishes she could do something, but there's nothing to be done for a planet she has no connection to. This isn't Ar Ciel. This is something entirely different.

Also, just because she feels bad for the planet doesn't necessarily mean she cares about the people.

She's standing on the Iskaulit, in front of a large bay window, watching shuttles travel back and forth, flying people to safety. She could help, probably - engineering augment tells her she could at least help with the setup of this, that, or whatever else. But that would involve expending effort of people she has no connection to, and it's not her job to do so. Not... that... a meteor is the people's fault...

Guess there are more differences than she thought about before. ... Come ask her why she's just staring? ]


2 ♪ - Actually Bothering
[ At some point later in the week, she's finally planetside - still not doing much in the way of heavy lifting, but definitely giving some stragglers a not-so-friendly nudge or two. For example, one particular couple is swearing up and down that they can't leave the land their ancestors blessed, it'll be bad luck for generations to come, so they must go down with it!! Aaaand Jacqli "helps" with some song magic - a beautiful melody that crafts a white-hot ball of magical energy that she uses to blow up their garden. She gives them both a Look. ]

It's pretty stupid to take death over some bad luck.

[ Welp. At least it got their butts moving??? The couple sure is running toward the evacuation site now... ]

... Typical. Whatever.


3 ♪ Wilcard
(( OOC: If you want a jerk for any reason, come at me! Literally open to anything ))

[throwsdown]

Hey!

[Was that a trick of the wind? Of course not, we're in space! There's no wind in space. No, that's Takeshi, who is jogging over to the window to look out it for a moment, too; he's been running back and forth personally to help transport all sorts of equipment and animals and what not, but it's good to take a moment to breathe and look at the whole picture!

Also, to poke at new faces.]

Are you coming, too? To help out!

Looma Red Wind | OTA, any time up until the last day

[tough_love]

[A: Cargo]

[While it was something she traditionally viewed as beneath her, it was undeniable her strength was an asset that would be of tremendous help in a situation where time was of the essence. Heavy equipment could be allocated elsewhere or used to just speed up the process of loading the evacuation ships if Looma was around to help out.

Which, she was, even if she was being somewhat impatient and surly about it. She was hard to miss at the best of times, but anyone near the departure area would have an even harder time ignoring her. Just look for the giant red alien carrying entire cargo containers and heavy equipment over her head. And angrily shouting at anyone in her way. While not unmanageable, these things were heavy dammit, and she didn't want to be setting them down and picking them up again. Not to mention everyone was in a bit of a hurry.

Still, despite being more irritable than usual, she was acting much more helpful than usual. If she wasn't in the middle of hauling something, she tended to help with whatever was asked of her. Getting her to help out was quicker than waiting for a forklift or any other equipment to be brought over if something big got stuck or broke down.]

[Crowd Control]

[Fear was an excellent motivator. Maybe not the moral high ground of motivational devices, but it worked all the same. And Looma was really good at it.

She wasn't threatening to dismember anyone or anything, but she was helping bark out evacuation orders and other directions to keep things moving. Anyone caught taking too long or slacking off was going to get an earful and a visit from a not-so-jolly giant.

Tensions were, understandably, running a bit high among the evacuees though- arguments and fights were inevitable. She was good at resolving those too. Her gentle approach usually involved grabbing hold of everyone involved and hoisting them off their feet, then smacking their heads together before releasing them. Because she could. Also, yelling. Lots of yelling.]

"You may settle your petty squabbles later, fools! Get moving!"

[Honestly if they were in such a hurry to die, there were faster ways that didn't involve tying up the evacuation process for everyone else involved. And when it wasn't tempers flaring among the evacuees, it was the occasional bout of panic that tended to come and go in waves. For the most part, any potential stampedes in her vicinity could be cut off before they posed a problem just by stomping a foot on the ground or leaping over the crowds to land in front of the rush. No one ever seemed to be in any particular hurry to push their way past the giant armored woman putting holes in the ground, after all.

Either way, the sheer scale of everything involved meant that she was starting to wear herself down. A temporary reprieve would probably go a long way, wouldn't it?]

[C: Wild Card]

[She's going to be running herself ragged trying to handle as many things as possible to speed the process along. From rounding up stragglers, to helping unload some of the ships up on the station, even taking one of the Bishop's shuttles out to make sure things were running smoothly outside the city itself. Chances are if you're helping out with any part of the process, you'll come across her at some point. Go nuts!]

[Crowd Control]

[candothat]

[Chekov takes a break from logistics and strategy and teleportation efforts to assess the state of things among the crowds attempting to evacuate the planet. He quickly concludes that things are not so good.

He is also quick to find Looma who is, somehow, even louder and more noticeable than usual.]

Looma! While your methods are effective, I believe they may be having a negative impact on morale.

Justice | OTA | Throughout evacuation until a little before the 11th hour

[whatisright]

[Finding Stragglers 1]

[A man that looks a little like a corpse wanders around the town, not seeming like he is quite looking at what's in front of him, but instead listening very intently. Suddenly, he takes a sharp turn towards a house. He knocks on the door.]

There's an evacuation. You have to leave.

[After a moment of no answer, he draws back, angling his armored shoulder and slamming it into the door. It flies off the hinges and clatters on the ground.

There is a squeak from inside. In the kitchen, a child has curled up under the sink, and she covers her mouth to keep from screaming.

Justice stares down at her, then slowly walks towards the kitchen. A stuffed toy has been tossed on the ground. He crouches low and picks it up, holding it loosely to face the child.]

Your parents were swept up in the evacuation. They are looking for you. [He offers the stuffed toy to the girl, holding her gaze and keeping his voice steady.] I can take you to them.

[Finding Stragglers 2]

[Outside the town, the view is beautiful. Justice doesn't allow himself any time to admire it as he follows the sense of people.

There is a tent placed near a cliff, overlooking the sky, and Justice stops in front of it.]

Wake up. There's an evacuation.

[There's a burst of activity inside the tent, two people yelling in confusion and scrambling before a naked young man rolls out, bleary, holding a dull pocket knife and waving it uselessly while he yelled, "Who are you? How'd you find us?"

Justice, for his part, doesn't visibly react, as though confused naked men flailing knives at him is normal.]

I am not a thief, nor do I mean you any harm. Your entire planet is to evacuate immediately. Put on your clothes and follow me.

[Wildcard]

[Justice is spending most of his time finding stragglers, but he can also be seen in strategic places throughout the evacuation, somehow diffusing conflicts between people before they even have a chance to start.

If there is a magical person extending a lot of magic to help, and he's reasonably certain from peeking at their head that they won't turn on him, he may offer his services as a magical booster.]

Stragglers the 1st!

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris intends to get the Tourist and her crew as far away from the planet as possible when things get too far past recovery. He is not going to risk their lives. But for now, he's doing what he can to move people to safety- his own conscience would not let him leave them die. He knows he has a lot of...issues, but he is not so far gone as to leave others suffer. It reminds him too much of Exsilium- when they had hardly any time at all to save the people, and so, so many died as a result of that. Never again.

Justice is...quite a sight. It's enough to make Fenris tense a little. He doesn't know what he is, though- if he did, there would be a full scale fight right off the bat. For now, Fenris uses a great deal of caution. As if Justice were an unexpolded bomb. Still- he was good to the child. That gives him some bonus points. ]

...Is this house clear?

Jarvis | OTA | Dates listed below!

[edwinjarvis]

I. 16th - 21st

Jarvis is very much used to cataloguing and moving things around and generally working hard for the bossman back home, and here, well, he's gotten used to dangerous jobs as well. The whole damned planet is going to be potentially wiped out, and worse than that, lives may be lost in the mayhem. He helps organize, yes, not giving a moments rest save for a few hours sleep. But who on earth can sleep at a time like this?

He moves through the town, pilots from place to place in an effort to warn everyone he can to get aboard the crafts. Some of them don't want to leave, refuse even, and it's frustrating to be sure. He can be found pounding away and closed and locked doors of those too afraid or stubborn to leave their residencies.

"You must reconsider; please come out! Just a moment of your time...!"

II. 16th - 21st

But one may also find him nearby, as well; if one's sitting and resting after a difficult few hours of moving animals, boxes, and people, they'll find a cold drink being offered out to them -- beside them is Jarvis, a thin smile on his features, one of exhaustion but also sympathy and hope and all the sorts of things a butler should most definitely be equipped with.

"Please, hydrate yourself. We can't have you falling ill on top of everything else, can we?"

III. 22nd

When it's time for people to pull back and start piloting their shuttles out of there, they'll find Jarvis is apparently just as stubborn as the dwindling stragglers are. He stands at the doorway of one elderly citizen, speaking to him in a concerned tone -- "You can't stay here; it's much too dangerous, do you understand? Listen to reason..."

"My wife and I had made a life here in this home; I won't leave it."

Jarvis' eyes drift up toward the photographs lining the walls of the brightly colored home, and truly, it's a warm and inviting place full of photos, photos of kind smiles and memories of family. The old man is alone now, not alone by choice, and Jarvis feels a twist in his chest. His voice is soft and sincere, but he must be honest: "I'm terribly sorry, but -- whether you stay or not, your home will be gone."

"My choice is final, young man, I'm sorry," the elder waves a hand, expression pained. He uses a cane but he's still quite nimble and healthy in appearance; he still has so much more time to live, if he'd just... Jarvis breathes in deep, and... it's a gamble, quite a gamble, but he's nothing if not creative in the face of doom. It's cruel, too. Cruel to do this to someone, but he can't afford to watch someone he could have helped die on some fiery, imploding planet.

"Very well. If you're staying here, I'm staying with you."

"What--"

"... I'm staying if you are."

"... I can't--" Anger flashes in the man's eyes, and then pain, and then a meek attempt to fight back. "You can't do that." But after a moment of the butler's firm silence, his head drops low, bowed, and fresh tears pool in his eyes. Jarvis waits patiently before gingerly placing a hand on the elder's shoulder. A firm and apologetic squeeze.

"Shall we get your things?"

The old man, not looking up as he wipes his eyes, gives one relenting nod.

And so they begin to pack. The end is dangerously close at hand, when he walks the man back outside to a vibrant but desolate city. A ghost town, not the first Jarvis has seen on his adventures in space, and he worries... not the last.

(Feel free to hit me up if you have a wildcard in mind.)

II

[whatisright]

Justice appears more than a little ill already. His face is sunken and his eyes are clouded with cataracts. If it weren't for the lack of smell and for the fact that he's still moving, one could be forgiven for thinking he's actually dead.

So it's understandable that when Justice sits down to try to concentrate on finding more people with his abilities, a man offers him something to drink. Justice looks at the water, then looks at the man, never quite blinking.

"I thank you for your concern." Justice dips his head, and while he looks like he's constantly staring sternly at whatever he's looking at, he's being sincere. "But you should save it for yourself. I have no need of water."

Lightning/Claire Farron | Open

[soulsflight]

( The Calm in the Storm )

(With all the roles she has had in the past, is it any wonder why ClaireLightning is on the planet in the thick of things? Shaking her head in dismay at the wild panic, she cocks her gun and lets off a shot into the open air above her head.)

Order! I want to see a line for supplies. If anyone tries to make a break for it, you will have to answer to me.

(And she doesn't need her gun to make a point. A few assholes, of course, break the rules she sets and with a few punches, kicks or whatever feels natural, Lightning makes sure they pay for it.)

( Watching the Apocalypse )

(This feels damn familiar. Launching herself nimbly onto a rooftop, Lightning takes in the sight of a dying world. Another dying world, that is. While she is sad for the inhabitants, she also accepts that this is expected. Everything has a beginning - a birth - and an end - a death. All the hysteria over it certainly makes sense, yet she knows fates that are worse than death.)

We bid farewell to a planet and her songs. Some will survive and remember your existence. Others will perish with you.

I wonder if a new world will take your place one day?

watching

[moseyin]

[Cloud's not as understanding. His hands are curled into tight fists as he glares, as he listens to the wails of the natives aboard the ship as they watch the first of the fires catch in the atmosphere. This hits too close to home. This is- this is horrible.]

That supposed to be some kind of prayer? [he mutters, still glaring out the window, unable to look away from the Planet as it burns.]

Max | OTA | Throughout the evac.

[theroadwarrior]

I. The jacket.

Max did not warn anyone about anything -- but it was not out of coldness than it was him sitting back and letting more capable people do their work. That's not him. He'd more than likely convince people to not do a damn thing, watching the madman speak, so he sits back and wrings his hands and wonders what will happen. When it finally hits the fan, he's not particularly shocked. What he is surprised by is how quickly he finds himself in the thick of rescue efforts.

He's never much cared to protect others, not like this. Not a group he knows little about. Now, Peggy, his crew, Furiosa and the wives? Even others on the fleet? He'd throw out his own personal needs and get right to work on their behalf, for their behalf. Others don't matter, not when it comes to survival, but -- but. Here he is, helping transport supplies and working on standby to make sure the equipment is overheating or causing any issue. Don't mind him, coming to help move a particularly heavy item, especially if someone looks like they're struggling a bit.

There's a kid, a native, who won't stop shivering from the fear. She always seems to be in his peripheral. She reminds him a lot of Cheedo in that timid and fearful way. He keeps seeing her in the corner of his eye as he goes, and from the looks of her hesitation she's deathly afraid to fly.

"Hey," he finally tells her, turning away from his current job. "Gotta get on board."

"I'm -- I'm scared," she says, and it's obvious, but the way she says it makes it worse.

He hates caring, and he hates that people have made him care again. Or did he always? It's not like the fleet was the first to punch the humanity back into him. It's just... He doesn't want to be there when it all falls apart. He doesn't want to help yet another person who goes under the wheels. Despite that very thought, he removes his jacket and pulls it a bit roughly around her quaking shoulders. "Gonna -- uh,be fine," he says quietly, and then, even more soft around the edges, he continues, "As long as you're alive, you're gonna be fine. But you got to get a hold of yourself and get in there."

...

"And give that back later," he says, pointing to the jacket.

Before she goes, he gives a ruffling to her hair. The fact that his hand does it without him thinking is... something.

II. Need a ride?

As others go out to warn people, to check the towns, and to otherwise transport whoever needs to be transported, they'll find that Max lands beside them with his usual shuttle; it's at full power and has been taken care of for just these sorts of sudden occasions, after all. Popping the door open, he leans out, looking as grim and serious as he always does. Max Rockatansky doesn't need a planet's inevitable demise to look like a sour lemon. Despite that, he's calm and more than ready to do the dirty work.

"You need a ride somewhere?"

III. Near the end.

Max looks down into a throng of abandoned homes, taking a rest. His leg hurts terribly, and he rubs the scarred tissue there with a look that almost seems sympathetic; not a soul's left down there now, and a hot gust of wind whips at a fortune teller's table; tarot-like cards go blowing across the small walkways. There's an abandoned sort of kid's toy, like those horse heads you ride when you play cowboys. The shadows are sharp and long, ominous.

It reminds him of times before everything fell, at home.

That moment at the very, very beginning, when all hope was completely lost for rebuilding.

Just like his world, he's about to watch an apocalypse, huh?

This time, it's not their faults, at least.

He only hopes these people don't devolve into scavengers like him.

Snow Villiers | Any time up until the Impact

[heroofcocoon]

Evacuation

[Dealing with crazed and panicked citizens is literally old hat for Snow. As soon as the announcement for the meteor (it's always something, isn't it?) goes out, he's out on the planet's surface, helping people carrying things, picking up children that get separated from their parents, and generally looking more alive than he has since his arrival to the Fleet.

He leaves a group of teenagers who are pulling along a wagon full of things that look like costumes after moving some obstructions in the road to a group of men, arguing.]

Hey, stop this. There's a whole line of people making their way to the space port. Either get your asses in the line like reasonable people or get the hell out of the way. No matter what you do, move.

[That is definitely not the way he talked to the little old lady looking for her pet lizard. And after he tells that group off, he's right back to helping people with their things.]

Supply Lines

[Not only do the people need to get into space, evidently the space port isn't that well supplied to handle the evacuees. So, as someone with super-human strength, Snow can be seen carrying massive boxes and beds as if they don't weigh anything.

And if you look carefully, he looks almost happy to be doing this.]

Wildcard

[Let me know if there's anything more specific you want to do. I'm open to anything, and you can reach me on plurk at makochan.]

Wildcard

[herosheroine]

[ His voice is what stops her mid-stride. In between healing injured citizens trying to escape Serah picks out a familiar voice in the crowd, but for a moment she was sure she imagined it. With the large press of bodies all around her it's difficult to pick out Snow, even with his towering height. It isn't until he speaks up again in a louder tone that she's sure she heard him. At that point she has to put aside what she's doing, she has to. ]

Snow!

[ Pushing her way through the throng of people she followed the sound of his voice, but it didn't seem to be getting any closer at first. For a moment she almost panicked. Desperate, she called out- "Snow!!!" -startling enough people to give her the room she needed to break free of the crowd and see him resting off to the side by himself.

The sight of him hits her like a freight train. She wants to surge forward and throw her arms around him, she wants to ask a dozen and one questions- at minimum, but she does neither of those things. She instead jogs over, slowing to a stop in front of his seat with most of her emotions laid bare. ]

It is you, isn't it...?

[ He looks older, more worn, and his hair and clothes are different from the last time she'd seen him. The memory of his brand also comes rushing back, but... one thing at a time. First she has to know she isn't just dreaming, and that he's not some desperate figment of her imagination. ]

Furiosa

[kill_switch]

On The Ground

Furiosa has kept to herself, as she usually does, but the moment she finds out there's impending doom she's quick to spring into action. First Breath and both of her shuttles will be ferrying people from the planet to the station; as many treks as she can make. While not a large ship, and certainly not designed for more than a small crew, she'll pack as many bodies into the hangar bay, quarters, hallways, even the bridge; where ever people can fit.

To combat the panic on the ground and ensure there's not a rush for her ship, she's gone full Imperator Mode; black grease swathed across her forehead, that quietly imposing look of challenge in her eyes. For the most part it works; she barks orders and people listen. If anyone gets too pushy, she intervenes and shoves people into place.

There's also an attention paid to the less fortunate; children, disabled, meek, looking past anyone waving credits in her face and dragging up the wretched for salvation. They're not her wretched, but they're the people that need help most in her eyes.

"Sixty thousand creds, get me on that bucket!"
"Ninety thousand! I need on this transport!" Two rich men bickered mere inches from her face, shoving each other in an attempt to keep attention. Furiosa's already reached and passed limit on this run and she needs to get these jokers off her hatch so she can pull up and out. The sooner she drops this contingent off, the sooner she can come back around and get both of these schlengers.

But then something catches her eye and she reacts, shoving her hand between the two men and grabbing an arm as someone was jostled into view just behind them. The bickering men fell off in confusion as Furiosa hauled a young pregnant woman out of the crowd. She pulled the girl onto the hatch and passed her on to the throng of people waiting inside, who received her gently and immediately. The girl was about in tears from gratitude but Furiosa turned her attention back towards the men, stepping forward and forcing them back until they were off the hatch.

"Transport's full. Be another in twenty minutes. Keep yelling you won't be on that one either." She nods her head and one of the passengers smacks the lift for the hatch, and it starts closing even as Furiosa's just turning and walking back into the ship. Hopefully they'd have sense enough to clear the landing pad or be incinerated in the lift off.

In The Air

If you're on the First Breath, helping shepherd evacuees, you're in for a trek; Furiosa has stuffed the little craft bursting past capacity, and every bolt and beam groand in protest. She's turned off all but the most absolutely necessary life support systems in order to conserve energy. It's going to get very hot, for one.

But Furiosa is a product of a vehicle-dependent society, and she's been pilot of the First Breath for nearly two years now. If you're anywhere near the bridge, you get to see a master at work; almost without thinking her hands fly over the controls, prosthetic and flesh working together to ease and nurse the beleaguered ship towards the station. Once they're in the vacuum of space it's a little easier, but getting out of the planet's atmosphere is a very tense few seconds in which Furiosa's attention doesn't waver.

Closed For Max

It's getting down to crunch time and she's dropped off the absolute last load of people she could possibly make; the First Breath is in need of rest and repairs and another trek would have ended in a similar fate to the War Rig, though far less intentional.

Taking a moment, she grabs her comm and opens a video feed to Max.

"Max. Checking in. Where are you?"

[theroadwarrior]

Max is working on the engines -- which is really cutting it close, but he'd been determined to get this thing moving again. It's a relief when the engines start up again, that everyone involved can try to get out of there before shit really crumbles under their feet and they're all really in trouble. He's rushing back over to his ship, conscience of the sounds of debris smashing distantly into the planet. Not the big bang, yet, but the little juniors, all dashing through the sky and slamming into those colorful towns.

He hears his comm and reaches to his pocket, opening up the pocket to check in on her.

"Getting into the shuttle now," he says, gruff and rushed. He looks up to the ominous sky, looks down. "Meet you in the sky?"

Then they can both get the hell outta there.

[bryces_pup]

A. Evacuation

[Riona's never handled an evacuation before, but she knows people. And people panic.

She's wherever is needed, either in convincing people to leave or helping them load up supplies. She's got the pilot augment, so shuttling takes up a good chunk of her effort. Back and forth, ferrying people off the planet and onto the station where hopefully they will be safe.

Sometime during it all, she winds up helping a rather large family. There are at least eight of them, and she's heard mutterings about grandparents being stubborn and concern about other relatives scattered throughout the city. With so many people comes a lot of stuff. Riona's trying to talk them into bringing bare necessities, but it's not going well, and the shuttle is getting full.]

Believe me when I say I understand, but there's only so much room and there are still countless people to evacuate. Please bring only what is necessary - no, I don't think those crystals are necessary and yes, I know they've passed down through generations, you told me this earlier when we had the same discussion. Food, clothes, and bedding are all you need. Everything else can be replaced.

[Riona sighs as the head of the household argues otherwise. She looks ready to punch him. Perhaps some help is needed, either with resolving it or being able to provide extra shuttle space.]

B. More Evacuation

Does anyone recognize this little girl?

[Riona has a native child in her arms. She found her earlier, crying and alone. There's so much to do yet, but she couldn't just leave her. Frantically she searches through the crowds swarming towards waiting shuttles.]

Someone? Anyone? [She sighs tiredly.] Maker's breath, this is a nightmare.

C. Eleventh Hour

[Even with the impact imminent, Riona's still on planet, shuttling people out at the last minute. One more run, she told herself. One more family or group, and then she would head back to the ship.

It doesn't take long to find some people who were still left behind. Riona hears people inside a house still. She runs up and pounds on the door.]

Listen to me, we need to go now! I have a shuttle, just grab what you have and let's get out of here!

[They fall silent. No time for this! Riona kicks at the handle until it breaks, and with a hard shove she opens the door. A quick scan of the downstairs reveals no one, so she goes upstairs.]

"Leave us alone! We're not abandoning our home!"

Maker's - you're going to die here! You can rebuild and have another home! Please, I'm here to help, but we need to leave now.

[Silence. Riona peeks inside a room. Curled up under the bed is a child, shivering with fright. Riona kneels down and offers her hand.]

Come on sweetheart, let's get you out of here.

[The child tentatively reaches out-]

"Get away from her!"

[Riona looks up, just before someone grabs her and drags her up. Unprepared for a fight, Riona struggles with the assailant. The panicked person shouts and shoves her hard.

Straight through the bedroom window.

She barely knows what happened before she lands on the ground. There's the distinct sound of a bone cracking, but worse yet, Riona screams as she feels a shard of glass cut into her back. With one arm now useless, Riona uses her remaining good arm to drag herself away from the shards of glass that litter the ground. She tries to get to her feet, but it's hard, every movement burning with the strain of the glass in her back.]

I need help!

D. Wildcard

[Hit me with something of your own!]

C

[whatisright]

[Justice was on his way anyway up to this point. There aren't many stragglers left and he could feel the Warden Commander. He'd thought maybe she could use help sorting through the last few people still behind.

Then something goes wrong. It splinters on his senses like sharpened ice shards on bare nerve endings. The Commander is hurt.

He's still over a block away, but he wants to be with her so badly that suddenly he just is, standing over her as she struggles to her feet as though he's been there the whole time. He didn't know he could do that in the mortal world.

Something to think on later. He catches her least wounded arm, supporting her weight as he checks her back. This is one of the rare moments that his feelings are clear on his face, even if someone doesn't know him. His brows are drawn together, his shoulders are tense. He's worried.]

Commander, you're injured.

[Badly, in his unprofessional opinion. She's not wearing armor. The glass is in her back and she's not moving right. The pain wafts off of her, disrupting the usual familiar humming her presence causes. He doesn't know how to treat any of this. He doesn't know what non-healers can do to fix human bodies. Why hasn't he tried to learn by now?]

barry allen | ota

[supertardiness]

a. there in a flash

[This is the kind of rescue mission that Barry can excel at.

He takes a moment to talk to the people organizing the evacuation and then gets to work, zipping as fast as he can over the streets to rescue as many people as he can and get them there as fast as he can. He'll even try to help the animals too if possible, because no one should leave their friends behind, but at the same time he knows that the people have to be the priority.

There's a flash of red and gold, and then he's gone again, trying to draw as many people as he can out of the danger zones and closer to where they can be evacuated.]

b. down for the count - one thread only please, first come, first serve

[Unfortunately, the downside to Barry's abilities is that if he taxes himself too much, he's near useless.

He zooms up the last batch onto the deck of the ship or shuttle, he glances to each of his rescues with a deep breath.]

You alright? You okay? Good.

[And once that's established, Barry's eyes roll back, and he drops to the ground as the hypoglycemia gets the better of him.

Good job, Barry.]

b

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara, also delivering rescued people to shuttles, manages to glance over when Barry falls. She's also been running herself down, so her pivot isn't as quick as it would be normally and she doesn't catch him, but she rushes over ]

Barry, hey! Barry!

[ she's pats his cheek ]

Kara | OTA

[takingkarabusiness]

[ If you've seen Kara at all in recent times, it's as a blur. She's zipping around the planet, flying as fast as she can in order to clear residences and herd people to escape ships. She's going hard. Maybe if she can just get one more person... and then one more... and on and on. She can't let it happen again. Not if she can help it.

Your best chance of catching her, unless you have super speed, is via communicator. Call her, leave a message, text her... she'll get back to you, probably. On the off chance you can say it quick enough, calling out her name might also grab her attention.

You may also be able to find her in a moment of calm. She's leaning against a wall in an out-of-the-way place, briefly catching her breath before continuing on. She seems tired, for once, but she's determined to save everyone ]

calm

[candothat]

[Their paths don't cross much since Chekov is of most use inside where the planning, organizing, calculating, and coordinating is happening, but he does find himself taking a quick walk to clear his head. Even though there's no time to waste on things like walking (and eating, and sleeping...), breaks are a necessity. None of them will be of much use if they work themselves to a breaking point.]

Kara. Hello. [He joins her in her wall-leaning and holds a ration bar out to her.] Have you eaten recently?

Adalwolfe Hawke | OTA

[wolfehawke]

A. Evacuation

[For all his experiences running from places in a hurry, Adalwolfe has never been good at evacuation. He knows exactly how these people feel being told they have to leave everything and simply go without a clear idea of what will happen. There's not room for all of this stuff, but he doesn't always have the heart to tell people that they have to leave behind this or that heirloom, been in the family for years, ten generations...

Furniture is one thing, but if there's maybe an extra few teacups or a jewelry box tucked away under someone's seat, that's alright, isn't it? Still, sometimes the things they want to take are just too bulky or outright enormous to bring along...]

I really don't think there's room for a... what is that, again?

[The petite orange woman clings to a gargantuan instrument with tears in her eyes, starting to moan about how her grandfather used to play and they'd stay up winter nights to listen and... well, it's clearly getting to Wolfe but how in the world are they going to make it fit?]

...Does it come apart?



B. The right motivation

[He may have been a soft touch at the start of all this, but as the comet falls closer the time gets shorter and Wolfe's patience draws thinner in equal measure. Now isn't the time to worry about your things, now is the time to worry about people. Of course, some of the soon to be refugees aren't understanding that and this particular man had decided to get up in Adalwolfe's face for trying to make him leave.]

I'll have you know I am a very important member of the council and I'm not going to put my trust in someone from a fleet with so much orange in their auras! Besides, this is everything we own! There's no way we're leaving here to destitution!

You're going to be worse than poor when the bloody rock falls from the damn sky!

[Wolfe throws his hands up, his fingers turning frosty around the shaft of his staff. It's a plain wooden rod with a knife tied to one end and a shard of crystal lashed to the other. Crude, but feels the need for something even if he doesn't necessarily need it. Right now it's helping to keep his temper under control with the frost spreading there instead of freezing the idiot local's mustache into a solid mass.]

Get your family out or I'll do it for you!


C. Wildcard

[Catch Wolfe resting between attempts to get people out of here, ushering families, or even animals to ships, or anything else in between!]

B

[monolike]

[There are still so many people who won't leave, why won't they leave. Sorey is running around, doing the same as Adalwolfe when he hears a familiar voice coming from inside one of the mansion's open doors. He stops at the gate at the raised, angry tones and spies-]

Adalwolfe! You're back, you're- [Sorey rushes in to help.] Is everything okay here?

Felix Gaeta

[scanninggaydis]

Planning - Closed to Chekov
[One of the first things he does when he hears about the impending collision is to reach out to Chekov. It feels...natural. They're similar, they have similar skillsets. They can do some real good, and two heads are better than one in a crisis. It's a simple message. "I'm going to one of the landing areas to offer my help with their coordination efforts. I think it would be good if we worked together to help out."

Once they present themselves to the authorities, explain their credentials, they're welcomed and given space to work, things to do. There's so much work to be done, so many logistics to handle. Two more eyes aren't going to be turned away.

They work side by side, making calculations, helping with lists and organization and flight plans and schedules.]

Can you check my numbers for me? I want to make sure I'm not missing anything.

[Felix passes over a tablet to Chekov. The look on his face is grim but determined, the same as he's looked since this all started.]

Shuttle Service
[Felix is a pilot as well as a tactician, and there's no way that he's not putting those skills to use. The shuttles aren't much, but they're something. Everything they can do is something. He puts himself into the rotation, starts making runs between landing areas and the station, as well as runs between distant settlements and the landing areas.

It goes smoothly, except when it doesn't. People are scared, with good reason. Civilians don't think properly when they're scared. He's only got a very small shuttle, and there are so many people to carry to the station.

At one point, he's got three people already in his shuttle but there's a man still attempting to climb aboard. His wife is close behind him. There's supposed to be a line for this shuttle berth, but people are getting antsy and crowding in a little too close.]

Look, I don't have any more space for this run. You need to step back. [Felix glances at his watch.] There will be another shuttle here in 20 minutes.

[The man argues with him. Their son is already aboard the station, apparently, and they just want to make sure he's safe, they've got to get to him.

Felix's expression becomes strained. Upset, although not necessarily angry. Just...frustrated, maybe a little tired. Urgent too, though. He leans forward, raises his voice so the rest of the evacuees hear him too.]

We're doing everything we can. We have time, everyone will be alright. I... [he stops, just shy of saying "I promise". Somehow, he can't bring himself to say that. Even if he's trying to reassure them, or at least get them to listen.] I'll be back in an hour. There's a shuttle scheduled to take off again in 20 minutes. Everything will be fine if we keep to a schedule. But if I don't take off now, then that's three less people we'll be able to save in the end. If we panic, people will die. Do you understand?

[He bites down on actual anger because it isn't helpful but...there's heat in his eyes. In the set of his mouth. Let him do his job, please.]

To the Bone
[Whatever he's doing, Felix does it calmly but with speed. This is a crisis, but he's been in more than one of those before. Panic doesn't do any good. Panic gets people killed, panic trips people up. He won't be responsible for anyone getting hurt. Or things going wrong. So he doesn't panic. He isn't frantic. He works quickly but well.

He also doesn't....stop. There's too much on the line for that. There are too many people to save, too much work to be done to ensure that the space station is inhabitable, sustainable. And in the back of his mind is an entire system of people who died and if only they'd had this warning, if only they'd known, how many people could have still lived......

Which is to say that Felix isn't thinking much about himself during the evacuation process. It's okay for the first day or so. He doesn't need much sleep, he works fine under pressure, he's okay, he's okay. But as the days go on...well. You might see him ushering another few people into his shuttle, the look on his face a little drawn and pale.

Or he's sitting in his shuttle in a very small moment of calm before a next run. He's got papers on a clipboard, and he's making calculations - more coordination work, there's always something to be done - but his head dips and his eyes close for a second before he jerks his head up.

Or you're passing him at one of the landing areas as he's walking on his way to somewhere. He's leaning heavily on his cane, but even still, he suddenly sways and stumbles slightly before righting himself, swearing softly under his breath.

No really. He's fine. He's not.]

Wildcard
[Felix can be generally found in the vicinity of one of the landing areas (helping coordinate or with his shuttle), in various settlements collecting passengers, or maybe on the Vanquish while the shuttle is recharging. Hit him up!]

[candothat]

[Unsurprisingly, they are a good team. Chekov might be able to plot elaborate flight paths, piece ever changing information and demands into a seamless schedule, and out-compute a twenty-third century starship, but he tends to jump ineffectually between assignments in an attempt to do all of the things at once when left to his own devices. Felix operates with an efficiency that the Russian lacks; he provides much-needed direction and focus.

...And Chekov works best when he's taking orders.

He accepts the tablet with one hand and finishes confirming a set of flight plans with the other before turning his full attention to Felix's calculations.]

Everything is accounted for. [He passes the tablet back along with a ration bar. Where did it come from and when did he grab it? The world may never know.] Although you may be missing a meal.

Takeshi | OTA | Through the week!

[throwsdown]

I. Early in the week.

Takeshi can be found running back and forth during the evacuation, a determined expression on his face and his little legs moving at a consistent and speedy rate. He runs by carrying a box as large as him. He runs back. He runs by carrying a large cage of odd birds from the planet. He runs back (with some feathers on him). He runs by dragging a full sled. He runs back. He runs by with a pleasant little old lady on his back. He runs back (with a kiss mark on his forehead).

By all means, stop him to make sure he's taking breaks, because he doesn't seem to be ready to stop.

He'll also be checking in on all of his crew from the Goldstone, to make sure they're doing alright.

What? He can't let them overwork or get too stressed out! Even if he's doing it himself!

II. Later in the week.

But lo and behold, Takeshi does over-work himself, and even though his powersuit had been keeping him moving for quite an impressive amount of time, the suit had reached its limit for the week; he stumbles and the suit hisses, before an oil-like substance drips out of the round buttons all across it. He staggers to his knees, panting and dropping one of the one hundred pound supply crates he'd been carrying over his head.

Please don't let him drop the one hundred pound crate on top of his head.

Regardless, he's too tired to help anymore, and... well, this is the end of his aid to the planet.

He just worries he hasn't done enough.

Stubborn little guy.

II - crates

[moseyin]

[Cloud is likewise helping to move supplies, since he's got the strength and stamina for it. And he'd noticed that little kid moving things back and forth but given that he looked like he had a handle on things, he didn't bother him. There's too much to do anyhow.

Except that after a while the kid stumbles and it's pure luck that Cloud lunges, grabbing onto the crate he'd been carrying over his head one-handed, digging his fingers in the metal to get a good enough grip to haul it over to the side and into the dirt so it doesn't crush the kid's damn skull.]

Shit-! You alright, kid?

hermione granger

[brainiest]

EVACUATION

[ It doesn't stop, not as far as Hermione is concerned. She's popping in and out of areas, picking people up and gathering their belongings, taking their hands and guiding them this way and that - and then, pop, the whole group disappear only to reappear on the space station, safe and sound. Hermione doesn't stick around long, though, for anyone to get too much of a good look at her unless they call out her name; she's off, popping back onto the planet to gather the next round of people, to urge them to come with her so she can apparate them to safety.

If she's taking a break from apparition then she's settled down making random, useless objects into portkets, warding off any wandering fingers with a sharp look. A boot, a photo frame, a shovel - all random objects that no one would really miss being used to help them evacuate. When she's done she has a whole host of them that she gathers up and offers out to people with gentle reminders; they'll go off in an hour, make sure you're all touching them, try not to be sick.

It doesn't really look as though she's planning on stopping any time soon, but she could be encouraged. Maybe. It's clear that she's exhausting herself, physically and mentally, using magic to throw her voice louder than it is, to gather people up, to urge them back and forward and to safety. She can get out, she thinks, she can magic herself away, but can they? They're more important. ]

'Resting'

[ What rest Hermione gets is in the midst of rubble and ruin. She clears out the space of an abandoned house and makes herself a makeshift bed there - but she doesn't sleep in it as a human. Instead, she lays down as a white lioness, her wings bracketing her as she curls up. It's easier this way, at least for her, because if someone wakes her she'll have instinct to guide her rather than the panic of grabbing her wand and going to stun; some lessons were harder to forget than others. It also means that she avoids the nightmares and dreams, which is altogether a different matter.

On the nineteenth of September she pauses in her work, settling down away from the crowds with a tiny piece of what seems like some kind of cake. She hums to herself, but is quick to eat what little she can and get back to work. Even birthdays don't mean you get to rest.

No matter how she's caught resting, she's soon back to work, wearing herself thin. ]

WILDCARD

[ Hermione could be found napping on the Vanquish, or on the space station, or anywhere else on the planet where she's making use of herself! Feel free to ping me on plurk if you want something in particular c: ]

Resting

[nonightdriving]

[He has been focused on helping the inhabitants evacuate, certainly, but Ignis' attention is split between his friends and the civilians. More than once, he's stopped to watch Hermione's magic in action. It's not like Noctis' ability to warp, but it appears to be similar.

But he finds himself looking for her specifically the longer they work. He has made sure everyone else has eaten, napped, rested and whined to their hearts' content. Hermione is not like to do any of the above.

And so he goes to find her. Only to see her morph into a giant cat.]

Suddenly the imagery in your former office makes more sense.

[Why would he hide? He isn't afraid she'll attack him, no matter what.]

aizawa | ota & closed | throughout the week

[expellerhead]

EVACUATION/CROWD CONTROL

[breaking up scuffles over supplies isn't particularly glamorous, which makes it the perfect job for aizawa. he uses his wraps to restrain people who get too rowdy, mans the first aid tent stitching up wounds and disinfection cuts, treating malnutrition and escorting people to various areas when he can.

he's noticed more than one member of the fleet showing up with bruises or bleeding lips, and if he spies anyone with injuries he'll be there to slap on a quick bandage or bully someone into laying down to rest. why are there so many self-sacrificing martyrs in this damn fleet?]



THE FINAL HOUR - CLOSED TO OCHAKO & JAYDEN

[there are supposed to be three more waves of shuttles coming, but there's no such thing as a plan without snags. aizawa's sure the natives left are starting to freak out as more and more of the fleet personnel leave for their ships, and who can blame them? that goddamn meteor is so close it almost looks like they could reach up and touch it.

aizawa takes all of a split second to debate before he wraps an arm around uraraka's waist, hauling her from where she's trying to keep an elderly woman calm and carrying her over to the shuttle as it hovers, preparing to take off. he shoves her back into the bay and turns to jayden, expression grave.] Both of you should go. I'll get the rest of these people on the next transport.

[willynilly]

[Ochako has been running around like a nut trying to keep herself fully occupied, guiding people to evacuation points, using her Quirk to float anyone too stubborn to come willingly, because they don't really have time for that nonsense. She'd been helping to move equipment as well, gear, tech, and pieces of history that would help the residents to rebuild their homes, wherever they ended up in the future. It's as much practice for her future in heroics as it is just a way to keep herself from going crazy. They've faced some terrible things back home, and here too, but this? This is pure doomsday, and it's far beyond her meager experience. Thank goodness adults like Aizawa are here to guide her on what to do.

When she's suddenly carted off without a warning, at first she panics, hastily looking around to see what, what's the emergency, what danger did she miss? But then he speaks, and the panic just gets worse.]

What? No! Let me stay with you, at least- I can do more! I promise, I won't get in the way!

[She wishes it was purely a selfless request, but she knows it isn't. There's not much time left, and it isn't fair that he should have to stay here, all by himself. And she doesn't want to be alone, either. It's all she can do not to reach out for his sleeve, trying desperately to stay strong so he won't second-guess her resolve.]

sorey | ota & closed

[monolike]

.evac.

[Anybody with good enough resonance to see the seraphim will notice that Sorey looks different, eyes orange or blue or pale green as he summons the powers of nature to assist with evacuation. When water stores run low Sorey and Mikleo replenish it with a wave of their hand; when someone is smothered in the stampeding throngs, Sorey and Dezel or Sorey and Zaveid refresh the air so they can breathe. Sometimes Sorey and Edna even cast healing artes- and sometimes they strongarm people apart, raising literal rock walls between arguments to keep people from fighting.

And then, just as often, Sorey is his normal self, flitting from group to group as he tries to reunite families, as he tries to pry people from their homes and belongings and get them to safety. He hardly ever rests either, usually dragged off by one of his friends when he seems on the verge of collapse, but the second he can slip away he does and gets right back into it.

He's working on three parts his own nature to help people, and one part guilt over what he'd done to another planet just barely one full year ago. This time, he's going to save as many people as he can, or die trying.]


.final hour. - departure closed to tob/toz casts

[Even as the last shuttles are boarding, Sorey shows no intention of leaving. He knows that he should, that it's getting too close, that if something happens to him then something might happen to the seraphim in the Shepherd's pact but he can't, he can't just turn away from people who need help. Every time there's a free seat open on a shuttle Sorey helps someone else onto it, with a promise that he'll get the next one.]

final hour

[searingedgelord]

[Velvet has helped people when and where she could. She's been gruff and not always friendly about it, but help is help, right. However, she's pragmatic enough to know when it's time to stop and go to safety herself. She's not really surprised to find that Sorey isn't thinking the same way. He's not that kind of person. Or Shepherd. Which is what made her like him. But also it's a problem right now.

When she sees him still pushing himself even with clock counting down she goes to him and grabs his arm. Firmly.]

Sorey, it's time to go.

Vash the Stampede | OTA | Anytime

[goldenglasses]

The Initial Panic

[Vash starts off doing his best to keep the peace. Telling people to stay calm. Breaking up fights for spots on ships when they start and earning himself a few bruises along the way. Although it can get a bit exhausting and trying to stop one fight for only a few minutes later see another fight for supplies erupt.]

Oh, come on! This fighting is pointless!

[Help him? Tell him to give up? Give him an ice pack for that bruise?]

In General

[Vash will be putting his piloting skills to the test. Flying back and forth as fast as he can to take as many people as he can to the space station. He's not really taking a lot of time for sleeping or eating.

It's probably fine if you catch him between hauls asleep at the controls. He's obviously is just learning how to pilot in his sleep.]

The Last Possible Second Hero-ism

[Vash has lost any kindness in his tone as he picks up the last few stragglers who had a very literally last minute change of heart about not leaving the planet. He couldn't ignore them even as he put himself and his shuttle in very real danger. If he could save even just one more life he was going to do that.

What he wasn't expecting was to see someone from the Fleet left behind as well. He pulls up quickly and throws open the shuttle's door.]

GET IN HERE NOW!!!

[Vash is already taking off before the door has a chance to fully close as soon as you jump in.] HANG ON! THIS IS GOING TO BE ROUGH!

In General

[apurrstate]

[He'd been utilizing Vash's piloting whenever possible, gathering people up and herding them into the shuttle with gentle, patient urging...or magic to get them to shut up, when necessary; a sleeping or paralyzed person were sometimes easier to deal with. But he had Panacea active, so most of the time the calming aura magic from him did enough.

He found Vash after he'd landed once again, though how quite it was when Anders stepped into the shuttle alerted him something was up. He found his friend slumped at the controls, signs of exhaustion obvious in his sleeping face. He smiled a bit and gently lay a hand on the pilot's shoulder, a gentle blue glow surrounding it as he did.

He let the healing magic flow through. It wouldn't fix everything, but it would restore Vash's energy for a time and hold exhaustion at bay; though it would likely come back with a vengeance later. They would all be spending the drift week asleep at this rate.]

Prompto Argentum | Closed and OTA

[this_loser]

[ Evacuation - NOCTIS]

[He’s no pro, but this isn’t his first evacuation. This is way different than Altissia, though. It’s not just him and Ignis and Gladiolus trying to empty a city while it falls down around them. And there are no Magitek troopers swarming around trying to kill them.

This is … much bigger. He sticks close to the First Breath, guiding evacuees toward the ship and trying to keep some semblance of order. People get panicky. He gets it. It’s scary. They could run out of time. They could run out of space. Ships could crash or stop working. Anything could go wrong.

Noctis had been elsewhere in Altissia – forging a covenant with Leviathan. And for a brief moment, he looks over the disorderly, desperate, and harried line of people and freezes because he’s lost sight of his friend. Altissia had been a disaster. They lost Luna, almost lost Ignis, how long was it before Noct woke up…

But then he spots a mop of black hair several paces behind him and breathes again. Okay. He jogs back to join him.]

Doing okay?

[ Evacuation 2 - Open ]

[Prompto’s seen a lot of scared people. It’s expected. Even the violence he understands, really. They’re desperate. But it breaks his heart when he sees terrified little kids looking up to their parents for reassurance and don’t find it.

He’s found three kids so far that were lost or left behind in the chaos. He wonders how many more there are or will be when this is over.

He’s got a small girl hitched up on one hip. A boy who reminds him of Talcott is clutching his free hand. Their mother is beside them in the current group headed for the shuttles. He’s singing brightly about chocobos and moogles to keep the kids entertained, bouncing the girl every so often to urge a giggle out of her.]

[ Wildcard ]

[Got an idea? He's mostly helping with the evacuation efforts or around/on the First Breath. DeadTea@Plurk.]

2!

[sylphid]

[Seemingly out of nowhere, a short, silver haired teenage girl appears next to them, looking over somewhat curiously with a thick book in one hand. She remains silent for a moment as she hands the book to a very grateful looking elderly couple with a nod, before turning back to go out into the chaos again.

However, something seems to stop her.]

What's a moogle?

Nami | OTA

[namisan]

[A - Evacuation]

[Nami coordinates with the station, ferrying both people and supplies up to the station as she can. Having a strident voice and the ability to intimidate a crowd of dozens and a weather-boom-stick come in real handy in situations like this--]

The sooner you stop shoving each other the faster this will be! I'm coming back, we all are! Kids first, come on--

[She's not above making it rain on your heads, guys, freezing cold voice of reason, okay? And her smile is confident, even if her eyes are red, because you always fucking smile. It helps.

Well, so does the rain. And the fact she will kick the ass of anyone who starts shit, just sayin.]

[B - Quiet Moments at the Bar]

[She works hard but she doesn't work stupidly, because a dizzy and exhausted navigator/pilot/whatever will kill her passengers, and so she fetches up at the Space Bar to get some lunch (even if she has to make it herself, with all hands on deck with the evacuation) and a glass of the hardest of hard liquors. She does this most days, eating woodenly before leaving again.

On the third day, she vanishes into the bathroom and throws it all back up again, curled against the wall and shaking. An entire planet is dying, what the fucking fuckity fuck hell this is so far above her paygrade and she's trying not to think about it but

--she just needs a minute. See, Nami, this is why you keep busy.]

[C - Last Minute Goddammit Where Are you]

[She used the Bloodsport before this. As time cuts fine she switches to shuttle, broadcasting to crew and close friends to confirm whereabouts and safety:] Sound off. Let me know where you are and if you need help.

[If any of her crew are dawdling down on the surface, you bet she's gonna come peel your ass off the surface by force if she has to. :|]

[D - Resupply]

[The space station has enough water supply to be reassuring but the officials there would gladly accept more of it. Nami makes the offer-- if anyone brings her containers she'll fill them. She can refill the station's vast vats if they start to fall below what recycling provides. This is where you'll find her in the aftermath, in a hallway talking to families or one of the huge supply areas with rain clouds indoors, a controlled fill, up until either the Marsiva pulls away or something else goes wrong.

Now she's on automatic, calm and blank-faced, dark circles under her eyes. Keeping busy is definitely good. But she should probably sleep in there somewhere, huh?]

C. you know it

[collegedropout]

Sam here. I'm working on the passenger station.

[Time's getting cut pretty close, but... how can he just run off when there's potentially more people to get out of there? Not to mention, it's his job, right? He's always in the thick of things. With a 90% chance of getting out of it alive. As much as he dies, he also has an impeccable knack for cockroach powers.]

I don't know the first thing about engineering, but I've been able to at least translate the coding in the station's programming... People are getting pretty panicked, though.

Looma Red Wind | Recorded for posterity

[tough_love]

[Looma's last-minute search for any more stragglers this late in the game was more than a little risky, she knew that going in. She'd been told as much going into it, but as her skills didn't exactly lend themselves to emergency repairs on a stranded evac ship, a last minute hunt for anyone who'd been overlooked during the evacuation was pretty much the only thing she could do. At least if she wanted to feel useful, since with Parker gone she wasn't able to put the Bishop itself into action- the autopilot had taken over, and it had pulled into a safer orbit some time ago.

Naturally, it might have come as some small relief to see her shuttle coming back before everything went straight to hell. Except, once docked with the Bishop, she wasn't the one getting out. Instead it was close to a half dozen of some mildly terrified, orange-skinned evacuees who had been packed inside like sardines, and judging from the banging coming from the cargo compartment, she'd thrown someone in the trunk as well. But no giant warrior princess.

There's a signal broadcast out across the entire network not long after. It was nothing too elaborate, just a modified version of the GPS app that Sam Winchester had been working on- the coordinates were planetside, and came attached to a message. It wasn't anything too elaborate, as per her request. "WARNING: DANGEROUS SITUATION. STAY AWAY." It was set to repeat until disabled, and from the look of things, that was likely to happen any second now. But she did have some matters to see to beforehand.

First, while she hadn't been captain of the Bishop for long, it was still her ship and her crew. So she felt obligated to remind them of the chain of command.]

[Locked Audio: All Bishop personnel]

This is Captain Looma Red Wind. I am relinquishing my command- First Mate Sayid Jarrah now commands the Bishop. Do as he asks, and I do not doubt he will lead you well.

[Open Network Broadcast: Video]

[With that out of the way, and a few brief messages sent out to those she felt needed to hear them, Looma was doing as she felt obligated to do: making sure there was a record of her death. Partly out of her own pride- she needed to prove she'd met her end head-on, rather than trying to flee or hide from it. But also because despite it all she wasn't entirely okay with any of this, and she hoped making it public would be enough to quell any lingering reservations she had about it. She wouldn't have long to find out either- while she wasn't at the point of impact, she was close enough that the blast wave would be hitting her in seconds instead of minutes. So enjoy staring up at an uncomfortable angle, as she was clearly broadcasting on-the-go with a free hand. The most she can offer is a small and somewhat forced smile at the network device in her hand before getting to the point.]

A warrior must not hide from death, but face it head on.

[So with that, she's embedding the spear she'd been given a few planets ago as deep into the ground as possible, and bracing herself as best she can. It's not like she had much choice beyond making a sort of horrible game out of it- she doesn't intend to be pushed back from where she's making her stand, at least not so long as she's still alive. Which, despite her nigh invulnerability and impressive resistance to fire, isn't long. But at least nobody will actually have to witness that directly, as the broadcast cuts off abruptly once the blast reaches her.]


[ooc: it goes without saying she won't be replying to anything here, but her own stupid pride wouldn't let her go out quietly]

Network | Blue Fish

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka's been working hard to make sure his own crew got to their ships- he didn't realise that people outside his crew would make stupid decisions. He really should have known, given Looma's general...Looma-ness, but he didn't. And now they're here.

He opens his mouth, to ask her sarcastically why she's still there- it's his first instinct. But then what is actually happening dawns on him, as a horrible ball of dread forms in the pit of his stomach. He's instantly up from his captain's chair, making a half-crazed race towards the shuttles. ]

Nonononononononono.

[A logical part of his mind knows he's already too late- that even if he got to a shuttle, he wouldn't get to her in time. He knows this, but he runs anyway. He only stops when the feed goes dead, he knows the planet's gone already, he knows she's gone. He stops dead in the hallway, partway to a shuttle, frozen in place, staring at the static on his communicator.

Anguish and a horrible guilt swirl about in his chest. He should have been looking for everyone. He should have made sure they were all off planet. He should have made sure she was safe. And now she's gone- sacrificed herself while all he could just stand back and watch. Just like Yue, a nasty awful voice whispers somewhere in the back of his head.

That's enough to tip the boat. He takes a few futile, shaky breaths to try and pull himself back together, but they do nothing. He lets out a chocked sob, sinking down against the wall to sit on the floor, head in his hands. ]

Kurt Darkholme | OTA

[ecclesiophobic]

The first day or so

[In the initial rush of evacuation, Kurt doesn't offer his services as a teleporter. His range is limited, the amount of people he can take at once small. Instead he applies his services as a field medic, patching what injuries he can and stabilizing what he can't long enough for them to be handed off to someone who can properly tend them. No sense in straining the healers for something that stitches will help, after all.

He can be found doing just that at all hours of the day or night, doing his best to reassure his patients with gentle words in a soft tone. He doesn't even scoff when they start in on omens, or his aura. It isn't the time.

Kurt doesn't get much sleep during this time, but he can occasionally be found curled up on top of a box or in some out of the way corner, catching a couple of minutes' sleep.]

Crunch time

[As the meteor gets closer Kurt steps away from his role as doctor and joins the hunt for stragglers. He has one of the knives Erik left him tucked into his belt, as what he hopes will be a shining deterrent against violence.

At first he keeps his teleports within safe range; never more than two miles, and only a couple people at once. As time ticks on he begins to push his range closer to its limit, bringing small groups of people onto any transport willing to stay still. There are no elderly or sick on these teleports; for them, Kurt still calls down a shuttle to land. Can't risk the lives of the people they're trying to save, after all.

He doesn't take nearly as much care for his own health. As the hour grows closer, he might be spied leaning against a wall somewhere he thinks he won't be seen, panting for air through clenched teeth as he presses the heel of a hand to his chest. Kurt never stays like that for more than a moment.]

Wildcard

[Because I prolly forgot an option.]

Crunch Time

[candothat]

[With the final push to get everyone safely off-planet upon them, Chekov--who has largely occupied himself with calculations, logistics, and coordination in the last several days--takes to the areas populated by increasingly-frantic crowds and ever-moving shuttles. Not all of the shuttles are handling the demands being made of them well and engineers are needed. Chekov doesn't have an engineering augment, but he did spend four years shadowing Scotty; it would be embarrassing if he didn't know a few things about basic spacecraft repair.

Between jobs, he spots Kurt propping up a wall and evidently in pain. The blue mutant doesn't stay put long in spite of whatever's wrong with him, which is in itself somewhat worrying. He runs after him.]

Kurt! A moment, please?

[humene]

[Evacuation Efforts]

[Surprisingly, Eleanor isn’t a stranger to emergencies. As soon as the announcement begins, she’s on the ground, helping efforts in any way that she can.]

[From carrying supplies to healing civilians, Eleanor is doing everything that she can. Anybody who’s looking for something to do is welcome to approach her; she’s got her hands full and there’s always more work to go around.]

[Anybody who knows her is also welcome to remind her to take a break, or to eat. As the days wear on, it’s clear she’s probably doing a little too much, and it’s starting to take it’s toll.]

[The Final Hour]

[With impact imminent, Eleanor knows that she’s running out of time.]

[And she also knows what she has to do.]

[No matter what they do, there’s no way they’ll be able to evacuate all of the citizens in time. And with their shuttle malfunctioning, there’s a good chance that they won’t even be able to move the last group off the planet.]

[It hurts, and it hurts even more to see how little they can do. Sure, the Atroma might have taken them for ‘entertainment,’ but their time on the Fleet also gave them a chance to do good. But despite everything they’re actually able to do for Lyuku, there’s even more they can’t. With that in mind, it’s clear to Eleanor what she has to do.]

[She’s going to stay until the end. She’s going to stay, and she’s going to help that last group on the shuttle. She’s going to stay with those that can’t make it. She’s going to stay, and nobody is going to stop her.]