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driftfleet2017-10-05 02:19 pm
tough_love) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-05 02:19 pm
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Action / Video | October 6
Who: Looma Red Wind all of you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
no subject
Well, you definitely died. Two weeks ago. There was nothing of any of you left. Atroma brought you back. They uh...did it the last time someone died, too. I guess they just put you back together?
Which I'm not complaining about, by the way.
no subject
[She's honestly more impressed by it than upset, to be honest- the universe had found some way to make the "Kill It With Fire" approach work- that wasn't a small feat for a Tetramand. But she'll go ahead and start heading further into the ship with an unsteady wobble now- she might be the walking dead right now, but she still needs to make sure everything is running as it should. And that nothing is out of place. Then she'll be able to rest for a bit.]
But perhaps you should complain. If they are capable of restoring us from nothing, they may well be capable of worse.
[Like, say, doing the exact opposite of that.]
I know of only one other group capable of such feats, and all of Khoros would be unable to oppose them.
no subject
Probably, but given the fact you're here and not dead, I'm really going to call that a good thing. And honestly, given they can pull us from just about anywhere in the universe, bringing people back from the dead probably isn't much of a stretch for them.
...How do you feel?
no subject
As if I am still burning...
[Which wasn't entirely an exaggeration. The fever was one thing, the pain that came and went everywhere was another problem entirely. Luckily she happened to be in one of the lapses, and was powering through out of a combination of stubborn refusal to submit to whatever the Atroma had intended with the laundry list of miseries that came with her revival, and good old fashioned fury at her situation. Both might not quite be enough for long if she keeps avoiding meals, but they'll do for now.
Once she's half-staggered her way to the armory, she does pause for a momentary breather- hopefully this wasn't going to go on for too much longer, while she might force herself to manage for a few moments, she was definitely in no condition to fight. The ship's resident medic would likely even dispute her being in any condition for making the rounds for that matter. But she had to remain active somehow, and for the time being, discovering how things had progressed during her...absence would be good enough.]
The evacuation efforts- were they successful? I do not expect to hear it was without significant casualties, but I do expect an honest appraisal. From you, at least.
[She'd expect several others to try for a gentler answer or to offer bland reassurances, but, well...Sokka was someone she'd allowed to get closer than most. The calibrations had even made sure of it. Looma hoped after everything else so far, he'd know she valued openness more than any wasted effort at putting things in a more flattering perspective.]
no subject
[So he could do something, anything to help her. So he'd feel less useless, less powerless. Because he's been feeling a lot of that recently. He needs to be able to make a difference. For her.
Still, he feels a small swell of pride, knowing she thinks she can get an honest answer from him. He'll do right by that and not sugar coat it. ]
Not all the natives got out, but a vast majority did. We lost eight other people from the Fleet in total, nine including you. [He gives a shrug. ] The planet was showing signs of life- still singing. So in the future, it might regrow. There' hope.