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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?

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what happened to her?

also since i'm sending this i'm obviously not dead

I died horribly

[This is a terrible response. But she doesn't have the energy to talk in more than opposites. There's a reason shes' staying strictly text, which... is likely the same reason a bunch of other people will have, lbr.]

[Because he is too tired to type right now. That involves moving his arms and he just wants to lay still for a moment. But he doesn't want people to worry about him or be looking for him in the danger zone.]

Barry Allen, First Breath. Present and accounted for.

[a beat.]

Though I have no idea what ship I'm even on right now. I just know I am on a ship.

Natasha Romanoff, checking in. Still taking account of who else we have here.

[He needn't worry about the gardens, at least. Since Beverley left, Makie has spent more and more time here, her hands and her care more sure with plant life than they'd been in Adstring. Lessons and experience do wonders.

She's not doing a lot of gardening right this minute, however. She's slouched under a tree, shamisen balanced a little haphazardly on her lap with her fingers in the grass, apparently lost in thought.]

[Arriving not long before a meteor hits a planet is one thing, but doing so coupled with very little idea as to what's going on is a whole different type of scenario. Kaname's used to space, aliens and space travel are daily occurrences for her. Even planetary scale disasters happen. In simple terms, she's seen shit.

That said, it gives her a rough idea of what went down. Still, there's a lot of unanswered question, like why she can't reach anyone from Chaos or the Macross Elysion. Or Walkure.

Kaname wanders the ship, searching for someone to talk to. She tried the communicator, but it's difficult to filter through the last calls for assistance and over all rush of final activity. It's when she reaches the cargo bay that she sees someone, a tall ~~moose man occupied with something.]~~

Excuse me. [She addresses him before walking over to continue speaking.] I've just... arrived I think is the right term. What exactly is happening? [Kaname stops speaking, her brows furrowing.]

Something just hit that planet, didn't it?

Pavel Andreievich Chekov, alive and on the Lyukian station

[Her voice is rough, cracked with exhaustion and it very much sounds as if she's still half asleep.]

Alive. With Khadgar. Twin Roses.

[There's a rustle of fabric as she sinks back down and curls herself back into the blankets as she cuts communication off. Getting that much out was a challenge. She takes a little more of that energy to check on Khadgar.]

...still with me?

I think... She sent back survivors at the last moment with autopilot.

Sacrificed a place in the shuttle for evacuees, in the little time left.

Then basically puffed her chest out at the comet until the end.

Sounds like it.

Do you need company?

[It's been hard for everyone, but someone like Katie? It's probably even more miserable, in a far more physical, wrenching way. After all, she'd interacted with this living planet.]

Just got out of there as quick as you could? Are you on a fleet ship?

[He sounds pretty tired; he's sure they're all drained, but, you know.

Best to make sure nobody's off dying from exhaustion.]

[He gets this late, relieved for a moment.]

Merlan? Kind of mean, taking so long to give a head's up. [But he doesn't sound pissed; he can hear the weariness in her voice, so he just hopes she's not injured from that chaos.] ... I was worried. Thought you might've been left behind.

[Indeed, Sam had been focused on checking on their shuttles; they'd been so used the last few days that checking them - even as someone who isn't a pilot - needs to be performed while they're finally getting a moment to breathe. It also... helps not to focus on the fact that a planet got wiped out, and some of their people and natives along with it.

He turns, eyes round and slightly wide with curiosity. New voice?

Oh, shit.]

Oh, I - I'm so sorry. [He wipes his hands on a rag from his back pocket, stepping toward her. Indeed, is a big ol' dude, long and narrow in the hips as he looks down with some sympathy.] It's been difficult, keeping an eye on new crew... um, but you're... right, yeah... We've had a hell of a week.

Man, I'm happy to see you on a ship right now.

[Sam wanders in from the side, a sheepish expression on his face; he'd been running around plentifully to make sure people he knew were still... y'know... here. The mood is overwhelming and morose, a sort of empty silence as the fleet brings itself back together... but Sam's happy to see living faces, even sad ones.]

Thanks for the check-in, honestly. Some people are on the evacuee station, or out in shuttles, or passed the hell out from exhaustion, so finding everyone's been a... rough time.

Good to hear from you, man. How are things settling over there?

[Makie's is a blank face, which is nothing unusual. It's more telling she takes a few moments for Sam's words to sink in, head lifting to blink at him sluggishly. She's not...actually doing so badly, in comparison. But that's because it hasn't really sunk in.]

...Sam. Yes. I came... back up with Mr Vash.

[She is glad to see him, though, even if she's not good at showing it. It's a slice of normalcy to start orienting herself.] You're all right?

[Mumbled into the pillow:]

I think so.

[Everything aches, right down to his bones. He can't remember ever being this tired. Not even after dealing with Medivh and the demon.]

No kidding. Figured it couldn't hurt to let people know, if they're in a position to check or check in.

Didn't see too many Fleet casualties from my position, but lost track of a few people. And seems safe to better there were some injuries out there.

Sorry about the length of time. I pretty much just woke up.[She can't even begin to stifle the yawn.]

We had some last minute, ah, magical...difficulties that we had to solve on the fly.

[There's a long pause.]

I need so much coffee right now.

Anything I can get you?

[Because she damn well will make herself move if he needs something. He sounds terrible and all she can think of to do is very gently tuck herself around him like a shield. If he needed anything, she'd make it happen, but her own head ached and it felt as if she'd been dipped in ice.

Even her nose was cold. She buried that against his shoulder as if it would help.]

I haven't either, but it's also hard to say when so many of us are scattered.

Are you doing alright?

It's been a shit week.

Yeah, well, if there's one thing you can scrounge up across the fleet, it's coffee.

What kind of magical difficulties are we talking?

[Good, then he can mark Vash off as safe, too.

Another small but important teaspoon of weight off his shoulders, there.]

... I've been worse. It's just hard not having a real solution, other than getting them out of there.

Edited 2017-09-23 08:08 (UTC)

Mm. True. Too bad I haven't the faculties, mental or physical, to attempt to make one.

[The pause is long and sobering and when she finds her words again, her voice is incredibly worn and a little muffled as she buries herself into the blankets a little more.]

We almost lost the teleport entirely with our last trip.

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