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driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- anders,
- carl grimes,
- cloud strife,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- ginko,
- ignis scientia,
- justice,
- katie mccoy,
- looma red wind,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- matt murdock,
- max rockatansky,
- nami,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- serah farron,
- shouta aizawa,
- snow villiers,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki
the veil is thin . . .
[ 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!]
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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[People sure don't join the crew of the Enterprise if they want routine, security, or even regular communication with loved ones. There's a reason they're a young crew. Fewer attachments, less fear of the danger inherent in exploring the unknown.]
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Felix hums, a short sound of consideration. His head tilts to the side a little.]
I'm not sure it sounds like my kind of thing. But I think I can understand.
[Maybe it really is something to do with youth (although, okay, Kirk can't be that much younger than Felix). Or.....maybe it's just the amount of uncertainty he lived with for the last four years of his life back home. Either/or. But then he did enlist in the fleet at a relatively young age (not as young as Chekov) and that impulse still....really didn't have to do with the ~unknown~ or anything like that.]
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Were your motivations to join very different?
[Pavel is aware that many people who pursue a military career have different motivations than those who prefer exploration: patriotism, protectiveness, pride. Fear. But he doesn't think that those things motivated Felix. In a different reality where Earth is at war with the Klingons or the Romulans and Starfleet is a military operation, Chekov imagines that he still would have joined for the very same reasons.]
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[He'd just wanted to do something. Well, something in space, something on a Fleet ship. He didn't necessarily want his feet on the ground.
Maybe there was a spark of exploration and curiosity to him. Once.]
I wanted to help people. I guess. In a certain way.
[Joining the military isn't the most peaceful way to have accomplished that, but....they had. Helped people. There hadn't been a war when he signed up. He'd never expected one.]
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[Is there any other safe comment to make? This is not the time to ask about Cylons and whatever tragedy killed so many and presumably launched a war (that time will probably never happen honestly) or if Felix feels that he was able to accomplish that goal.]
In a way, we are fortunate to have an opportunity to use our knowledge to help people here... even if, ideally, no one would be in a position where this help is needed.
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He tips his head to the side slightly, and then nods. It's a tired acquiescence, but he knows that Chekov isn't wrong. The Atroma are not good people, for subjecting the Fleet to all this.
...But the fact that they're here is good for the native population. They can do good. That's still...important.]
That's true.
Still kind of hate it. But it's true.