Open/Mingle - Roll Call.

[collegedropout]

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?

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[tallasaking]

[Tired, covered in grease.]

Tyrion Lannister. Checking in.

[collegedropout]

I see you loud and clear.

... Wearing your work well, too.

[tallasaking]

An absolute delight, throwing things together at the last minute.

[collegedropout]

But everyone who hung back sure did -- and there's a whole planet's worth of people thankful for that.

[tallasaking]

Well, I would like to go to sleep - relatively soon - with a mostly clear conscience tonight. [He hums softly.] I believe I have earned that today.

[collegedropout]

You did. Try to get a good night's rest. Or... day's.

It's hard to tell in space.

[tallasaking]

Oh who knows - I have to check in with my ship first. Make sure that everyone got back.

[collegedropout]

Good plan; let me know if there's anyone we need to keep an eye out for.

[candothat]

I'm glad that you are alive, Tyrion Lannister. Kitty would be very upset if you were not.

[He doesn't even know if Tyrion remembers him since they only spoke once a few months back. Whatever. A planet was just destroyed, it's a fine time to reach out to people.]

[tallasaking]

Ah Pavel!

[Yes, Tyrion remembers him quite well.]

How are you? Are you safe?

[candothat]

I'm safe, yes--on the Lyukian station.

And you? You look as though you need a shower and several days of sleep.

[As if Pavel looks so much better with the circles under his eyes and the bruise on his jaw. No one in the fleet is at their most beautiful right now.]

[tallasaking]

Hopefully I will get both soon - I was down with Max and Gil on the planet with the last ship. By the Seven that thing was a monster ... [He rubs his face, and therefore more grease, across his cheek.] How are things holding up on the station?

[candothat]

You were fortunate to escape it. I'm not eager to learn how many were less lucky.[A tired shrug.] Better than I had expected. The station is well provisioned and their scientists are very clever. Physically, they will be fine.

[tallasaking]

I take it emotionally is an entirely different matter.

[candothat]

Emotionally, they will need time. But they will recover eventually, I believe in that.

The same may be said of the fleet.

[tallasaking]

.... One step at a time, Pavel. We cannot possibly hope to heal the wounds thrown at us today. Tomorrow may be different. Of course tomorrow we might be running into another planet that wants to kill us so.

[candothat]

Your optimism is inspiring. [He likes you, Tyrion.]

[tallasaking]

I like bringing meaning to the masses.

[candothat]

A valuable service.

I will let you go since we are both very busy people, but I hope to speak with you again when there are no disasters to recover from or traumatized civilians to assist.