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driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-22 06:33 pm
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Open/Mingle - Roll Call.
Who: Sam, and you, and anyone; tis a mingle of sorts.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Bloodsport, if you wanna find him.
When: After the planet is struck - Sept 22nd.
Note: Feel free to tag each other and inform everyone of whatever you need to, post-planetary explosion! I'll tag here and there, but consider it more of a mingle for people to touch bases about casualities and making sure people know they're okay (or if someone's injured.)
[Sam sits, triumphant in their mission but also defeated in spirit. Because yeah, they got the ship off the planet, and there's a whole civilization of people who get out of there... but he also is already too aware there is at least one fatality on their end already. Looma's last broadcast had been expected, especially after she'd sent him a warning beacon as the meteor pressed down into the planet's atmosphere, speeding, ready to smash the thing to pieces without effort.
Looma at least faced her death as one would expect, for her people. He imagines they would be proud.
Still, he sounds deflated at the thought, as he speaks a more leveled and straightforward response:]
... We've lost Captain Looma, of the SS Bishop. Umm... for what it's worth, she did it on her terms. I'm sorry.
[He's carried out the task of divvying up the blood from the blood drive, in case anyone from any particular ship needs it; there've been some injuries from shrapnel and citizen unrest, he's pretty sure. That's about all he can do, now, other than check in on the gardens... make sure Fie's work is continued alongside her, because it's important to keep those plants alive and thriving.
He slumps a little in weariness, sighing at his desk where he sits on the SS Bloodsport.]
... Role call?
Who's, um. Who's missing?
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Bloodsport, if you wanna find him.
When: After the planet is struck - Sept 22nd.
Note: Feel free to tag each other and inform everyone of whatever you need to, post-planetary explosion! I'll tag here and there, but consider it more of a mingle for people to touch bases about casualities and making sure people know they're okay (or if someone's injured.)
[Sam sits, triumphant in their mission but also defeated in spirit. Because yeah, they got the ship off the planet, and there's a whole civilization of people who get out of there... but he also is already too aware there is at least one fatality on their end already. Looma's last broadcast had been expected, especially after she'd sent him a warning beacon as the meteor pressed down into the planet's atmosphere, speeding, ready to smash the thing to pieces without effort.
Looma at least faced her death as one would expect, for her people. He imagines they would be proud.
Still, he sounds deflated at the thought, as he speaks a more leveled and straightforward response:]
... We've lost Captain Looma, of the SS Bishop. Umm... for what it's worth, she did it on her terms. I'm sorry.
[He's carried out the task of divvying up the blood from the blood drive, in case anyone from any particular ship needs it; there've been some injuries from shrapnel and citizen unrest, he's pretty sure. That's about all he can do, now, other than check in on the gardens... make sure Fie's work is continued alongside her, because it's important to keep those plants alive and thriving.
He slumps a little in weariness, sighing at his desk where he sits on the SS Bloodsport.]
... Role call?
Who's, um. Who's missing?
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Are you doing alright?
It's been a shit week.
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You okay?
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Close calls, yeah, but... not completely. Even still -- we helped save a civilization.
Once the misery passes, we can be proud of our crews for that.
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[Natasha is trying very hard not to consider the other thing—the emotional reaction to that level of loss isn't something she's prepared to contemplate.]
Doubt many of us have experience seeing a planet destroyed.
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21st century Earth would be pretty screwed, in this scenario. Armageddon's a ridiculous movie for a reason.
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We've got through an alien invasion and a genocidal robot. Be a shame to let a big rock take us down.
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What happened for you?
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You mean -- old Norse? That kind of Asgard? I've met a few gods from Norse myth.
... And one angel faking it.
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No angels so far. Thankfully.
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You're from the world Thor's from. Right? I never met him but Wanda had made a big deal about being able to use his hammer?
I've always been kind of doubtful, considering it was at some auction last I saw it.
[it was weird ok]
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Probably more than one hammer too.
No that it's not impressive you could use it, that's a god's weapon either way.
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So I'm not about to tell a god I've tossed around their magical hammer.
... Any version.
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He's a good guy.
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They usually don't like me. Probably because I interrupt their plans a lot.
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Loki on the other hand... him I'd give plenty of space.
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... Granted he was actually an archangel moonlighting as a norse god.
But, I mean, it counts enough.
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The Loki I know definitely is not one.
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[Cas is a great person. Sam's never really thought differently for the most part, even during the darker ages of their friendship... Katie might have Opinions on that, but. Cas is great.]
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Sort of figure back home we didn't have them.
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If we do have angels, I hope they keep on keeping out of our hair. Either way.