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driftfleet2017-10-16 06:59 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-16 06:59 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- aerith gainsborough,
- alphinaud leveilleur,
- anders,
- anthony j. crowley,
- arthur kirkland,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- cloud strife,
- cogsworth,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- hunk,
- ignis scientia,
- james "sawyer" ford,
- jayden price,
- justice,
- kaname buccaneer,
- keith,
- lumiére,
- lunafreya nox fleuret,
- merlan margaret o'keefe,
- mikleo,
- natasha romanoff,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- okita souji,
- pavel chekov,
- sam winchester,
- shinji ikari,
- snow villiers,
- sokka,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki,
- zack fair
it's gonna rain - and it never ends
[ It's midday, or close enough to it that the sun is blazing red hot above the planet. Everything seems ordinary - for disturbing, red-tinted values of ordinary, anyway. But the normalcy doesn't last for long.
Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.
There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.
The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.
The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.
And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.
Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.
But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.
And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.
So... What can you do now? ]
(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!
• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck
Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))
Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.
There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.
The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.
The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.
And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.
Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.
But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.
And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.
So... What can you do now? ]
(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!
• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck
Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))
TWIN ROSES
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Here's this awkward potato
[It was all over. It happened so fast and at the same time it happened so slow.... everything was going so well. He was sure the trouble was behind them for a while. What with Lyuku being saved and they had moved on to looking at an ice rink. They were supposed to have a happy time! But now....
But now...
It was irreversible. The ship strike, the terrible groaning, their loss of altitude.... the heaving and shifting as they fell... the inevitable realization that they were going to crash. He thought of Victor the whole way down. How he just wants to be with him, he never said he loved him enough. He is such a fool for not going forward with what they both want... he wished he could just hear his voice or tell him it would be okay. He regretted that his last words were a screaming panic.
Now it was over. The ship was still, it was too quiet but Yuri was having a hard time jump-starting into action. He had to see about Victor. He had to look after his crew, he had to make sure other people were alright... but he just sat on the floor with a blank stare. His ears were ringing, he didn't feel any pain but he was bleeding and his head was bruising where he'd smacked against a hull when they hit ground.
He is around... but he's dazed and not exactly present.]
...What happened.... where.... .whr...ere....?
hello concussed potato
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You can't fight gravity with a sword.
She stumbles through the hallway, looking for anyone else-- her captain, or anyone who might be able to tell her something useful to do. Which, let's face it, is gonna boil down to buckle in and hold on.]
ISKAULIT
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Nobody can see it except Katie, so why she's staring intently out into space and then cursing faintly under her breath is easily misconstrued to just the general chaos going on in the atmosphere. Because she was hoping it would track Sam's presence to anywhere but planetwards-- the guy gets around-- but nope.
Guess she's gonna visit that travesty of a planet after all.]
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At first, he isn't sure what was going on and then it became clear that the Fleet was under attack and some of the ships were hit. He saw a couple start to crash outside of the windows of the ship.]
Was that the Twin Roses? [He feels panic start to crawl up the back of his throat.] Did the Twin Roses go down?
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Her hasty retreat leads her to a bank of windows just in time to see a few ships take heavy damage and start the descent to the planet below. Eyes frantically scan the sky for her own ship, widening in horror as she finally sees it careening towards red ground. Immediately following, her hand flies to cover her mouth as she realizes that a shuttle heading towards it is hit as well.
And she waits. She knows from experience, too much of it, that the best thing for her to do is stay put, to not give them another target. It takes all her control to keep from bolting from her spot to do who knows what. Instead, she forces herself to watch, keep an eye on the Bloodsport and accompanying shuttle to pinpoint an area to search once they're able. Fists clench, and her brow furrows.
Later, once it's over, Kaname releases a breath she's not aware of holding. It seems hours past, but she knows better-- it's always like this. She tries the communicators: nothing. It figures. This leaves her with only the option to move around, see who might be where, and keep others from panicking as a distraction to herself.]
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BLOODSPORT
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"Khadgar, we've got a situation," she growled clinging to the now open door and sliding the tea onto a stable surface for the moment. With a hit like that, Merlan was pretty sure unfriendly was a keyword.
She hit the shipwide communications.
"Who's got command? Nami, Sam?" was the first thing that came out. "Cloud?" She was pretty sure he was on pilot duty. "What's going on out there and can someone give me a headcount? I've got Khadgar visiting from the Twin Roses."
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That's why she had come to the boys, and that's why she's crashed.
The first thing she does when they hit the planet is make sure as many people as she can find aren't hurt. With the materia that Zack and Cloud had given her before she can actually use a bit of her magic, and she goes out of her way to check as many people as possible, reaching out to them and offering a soft smile, even if she's clearly on edge and nervous about something. She doesn't have the energy to worry about why they're here or what happened - those questions can come later, once everyone is safe and taken care of.
The problem is that the planet is still there, in the back of her mind. As soon as she's checked over as many people as possible she steps away from the crash site, moving to one side and dropping to her knees to pray - and, almost as soon as she starts, she begins to regret it.
Her mind explodes with sickness, the lurch of her stomach like desperate hunger, gnawing at her and feeling as though it's tearing her insides - and there's so much darkness, so much pain and corruption. It's as though the planet is a thousand different people all talking to her at once but there's no end, just an abyss - and she pulls away, hand over her mouth, almost gagging. This isn't like her planet, or Lyuku. This planet wants to talk to her just as much as those did before, but there's nothing good.
It terrifies her, for a moment, and she sits for a long period of time, quiet and thoughtful, thinking, before she pushes herself up and focusses on the task at hand. She's not going to sit around and be useless, even if she feels sick, even if still feels like the planet is reaching out to grab at her. She forces a smile onto her face and goes to meet the rest of the Bloodsport, and to keep an eye on her two boys. ]
praying
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Closed to some jerk Winchester
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l8r
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BLOODSPORT
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CRASH SITE
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hay hay boiii
hay girl haaayyyy
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SS CAPRINE
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[Justice has been on alert since someone went on the network raising flags about the planet and the hostiles there. Thus, when the first volley of blasts are detected, he's already on his way to his weapon station.
His focus sharpens down to a razor's edge as he powers his weapons on.]
Where are these blasts coming from? [He says it firmly and without preamble while the ship tries to figure it out. Has any of the other crew members seen the source of the blasts? Justice can't fire randomly at a planet and hope he hits something hostile.]
After Escape
[Justice doesn't wait for confirmation that they're actually manning a rescue mission before he's gathering supplies. He's ready to do it on his own if he has to.
Weapons, he understands, and he packs those well. Medicine, he's learned just enough about to pack the first aid kits. Food, on the other hand, is a topic he's hopeless at, and he's stuck just grabbing whatever looks like it would be easy to eat on the ground. He doesn't eat food. How is he supposed to know that a bottle of garlic powder isn't a meal?]
after escape
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after attack!
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HUNTRESS
ENGINEERING - COMM STATIONS
After the Huntress is put back into working order, Sorey finds their comm officers to try and put together packages they can send down to the surface to help the downed ships. His expression is a near-constant frown of frustration, torn between just trying to take a shuttle down himself or staying onboard where he's needed. Seeing other shuttles get shot down or unable to leave the surface kind of cements the fact that he couldn't even go down if he tried, not if he didn't want to risk death.]
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GOLDSTONE
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[Alphinaud has been on some rough airship rides before, but this takes the cake. It's pretty much the worst ride he's ever been on. He holds onto the nearest stability strap to keep from falling, but the strap pops off and sends him sliding across the room.
When the world stops moving again, he extricates himself from beneath the console. This looks... bad. Only the emergency lights are on, and there are sparks coming out of the wall over there, and... damn. He coughs a bit at all the dust and water vapor escaping. He doesn't seem to be hurt but he can tell he was exceedingly lucky.]
Gods be good... Is everyone all right? Sound off, please!
[II. healing station]
[With the departure of the other healer, it leaves Alphinaud to man the lab by himself. Though it's been fully upgraded, the more advanced systems are beyond him with the ship as damaged as it is. So he does it the old school way. Anyone with injuries will have to lay down while he either spends his aether on spells or attempts something with the bandages. The most urgent injuries are treated with the former, but cuts and scrapes will get a bandage and some medical tape.
It's not safe to stay here but there's nowhere else they can go. He's on high alert as a result, not taking a break or stopping. Without injuries to heal or patients to look after, he takes inventory of their supplies and what ship functions are still... well, functioning.
He isn't making food, but he seems to have gathered some kindling and small bits of firewood in anticipation of that kind of camping.]
[III. wildcard!]
[Other ships, other prompts-- whatever you like. Come at me.]
II - i'mma assume they let her run off and come back with stuff
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supply run offer!
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ota n stuff
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crash
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i'm so laaaate
i'm late always too so it works out
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SS Blue Fish
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Maker, she tries to get the ship out of harm's way, but it amounts to nothing in the end. Once that third volley hits, all systems stop responding, and the ship lurches frightfully down, and down, and down. The most she can manage is a "brace for impact" warning and desperately trying to keep the ship level before it hits the ground.
It's a violent impact, nearly sending her out of her seat as the poor ship collides with the ground. Just when it feels like the ship will slide forever, it finally grinds to a halt. Outside the windows are trees and wilderness. It's a forest Riona recognizes from her dream weeks ago, and her stomach drops like a lead weight.
They crashed into the forest of nightmares, and it's her fault. A better pilot would have gotten them away from the missiles before they hit the ship. Now they're stranded on a planet that has frightened natives, and an enemy that's said to lurk in the forests.
You're off to a stellar start, first mate.
Her utter contempt for herself remains masked, for now. Besides, she's got more immediate things to worry about, like her crew. She starts calling out names as she limps off the bridge, her ankle smarting from the brunt of the impact.]
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post-comm fix!
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HERON
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The first thing she notices is that everything hurt, as though she had decided to spend an evening in a pen of rampaging bulls. The second? How it hurt to breathe, how a distant smell of something burning fills her nose and her lungs burn from the action. Fingers curl into fight fists as her lungs are seized by a violent fit of coughs, stubbornness pulling her from the corner she had ended up in. Frankly she doesn't remember crashing what she does remember is being flung across a the room like a rag doll, perhaps why everything hurts.
Another fit of coughs and Hawke reaches up, fingers brushing against a gash right about an eye that flares angrily, blood bubbling up and over the wound. ] Shit. [ She mumbles rubbing her now bloody fingers together, debating for a moment of burning it closed before it becomes a problem.
That would be the smart thing to do.
Instead she pushes herself up, finds her staff, and stumbles her way from whatever room (forgotten which it is, more important things to worry about) she found herself in bloody head wound and all. First thing is first; see if the crew is safe, or at least not horribly maimed, after that? Maker's balls, after that maybe they can figure out what the hell is going on. ]
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Wrath
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Shuttle Crash
[Gil had thought he have a routine day but instead his shuttle was caught up in the firing from the planet. He was able to keep the thing from blowing up, but he wasn't the ace pilot that Kallo was (as loath as he was to admit that), and ultimately the small ship was hit.
As they went down he worked his best to get stop the shuttle from breaking apart, but there was little that could be done from stopping the impact as it hit the ground.]
THE BISHOP
STATUS REPORT
For now, all she could do was focus on the former. And find some way of retrieving their medic, as it was more than likely some of the crew had been injured during the crash. Still, attempting to reach him over the network wasn't going to go as planned...]
John Laurens, report to our position imme- AUUGHH!
[The horrible screeching sound was enough to tell her it wasn't going to be so simple. The network was either down or being sabotaged, which meant a more low-tech approach was in order. It was something she'd pitch to the crew once they could convene and organize a proper response. She could see to anyone else on the bridge with her, but there was the rest of the ship to deal with. So instead she activated the ship's intercom.]
All hands report to the bridge, immediately. Sweep the ship as you proceed- some of the crew may be trapped in the debris. You have ten minutes.
[More than enough time, given the ship wasn't too large. With that out of the way, she'd do her part as well- which meant making sure her pilot was still alive.]
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Battered psychic reporting for duty!
HOWARD (& JARVIS) | OTA
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WONDERDUCK
[Cogsworth is waving his little wooden arms as shots are fired, his eyes going wide in his clock face as he yells.] Evasive maneuvers! Hard to port! GAH who is firing on us!? Someone open me a channel to that ruddy murdering planet!
[...well at least he has the right idea, until they are struck - and limping in orbit - and there are no communications to be had.]
....well isn't this Marvelous.
[Sigh.]
Status report, anyone?
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There's something more serious on his mind, though, as he watches ships drop out of orbit like rocks. ]
Cogsworth, Fie and Cyril were on those ships. [The crashing ones. ]
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Cogsworth - Meeting Thread
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FIRST BREATH
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And the the ship rocks and there sounds like an explosion nearby.]
What's going on out there!
[He makes sure that his communicator is working and he uses a hand on the wall while he tries to walk towards where he believes the bridge is.]
What the bloody hell is going on out here? Are we under attack?
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Hello, his name is Someone Someone Tyrion Lannister Lord of Casterly Rock what up.
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firefight!
Tyrion
RED FISH
BLAMELESS
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[Edna is actually on the Blameless when all of this starts, believe it or not. She comes out of her room, parasol in hand and a frown on her face. It's obvious that this isn't normal. She's been there a few months and nothing like this has happened in all that time.]
What's going on here?
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[When everything has calmed down, Edna approaches every member of the crew separately.]
Stop moving. [If you try to escape, she will grab your arm. It's not a soft grab, definitely stronger than her tiny frame should suggest.] Stop. Moving. I'm checking to see if you're hurt.
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Adalwolfe Hawke
[There's a halo around everything as Wolfe opens his eyes. The lights aren't right, glaring in his face like so many blurry suns and it's hot, hot everywhere... no, is that heat or pain? Pain, his chest screams at him the second he's awake enough realize he's breathing. Pain like a crushing weight-- no, not like a crushing weight, it is a crushing weight and he forces himself to move through the ache of battered muscles in order to push a beam off of his chest. He only just manages, more maneuvering himself out from under it than moving the beam itself. The halos shrink and vanish as the world comes into focus again now that he can actually breathe easily.
The Tourist is a shambles. Loose wiring hangs from the ceiling in sparks, the lights flicker uncomfortably, feebly staying on with what little power the damaged ship can provide. There are no holes, though, thankfully. Not that he can see right here anyway, in the corridor that connects one end of the ship to the other. It's all interior so there's a good chance the outer hull could have been damaged and he can't see it from here.
A really good chance considering they'd been shot at.
With a groan, Adalwolfe uses the beam he'd recently been freed from to brace himself to his feet. He wipes blood and sweat from his face, leaving a smear of red across his nose and forehead that he's not quite ready to care about yet, and starts making his way towards the bridge.]
Hey! Shout if you're alive!
b. can you hear me now? - w/ Fenris and Anders
If we could get even a weak signal we could get into contact with the other crashed ships, see who else is stranded down here.
[Adalwolfe states the obvious as he holds up his communicator, as if holding it higher will somehow make it actually function as more than a static noise machine. He knows it won't. Actually he's mostly just talking to break the frigid silence that's been going on since he, Anders, and Fenris had elected to go get the lay of the land, see if they could find others from the Fleet or locals for help, and determine if the communications issue was just in trying to call off planet or local. Seems it's local, which isn't encouraging, but it at least gives him something to say instead of the oppressive silence of his two companions.
This is basically why he never took these two anywhere together. Where's Isabela to break the tension when you need her?]
I don't suppose either of you have any ideas?
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[ Fortunately but unfortunately, Lunafreya has pulled Noctis planetside to find some of those petrified plants that she'd seen in her vision. She had assumed that even if they could bring just one sample back, perhaps it would help them piece things together. They've been so damn careful too, even as they'd entered the forest. Neither of them had let their guards down a single bit.
The explosions had sounded so distant at first she'd almost dismissed them, until they became louder and far more frequent. They had quietly made their way out of the forest,and that's when she saw it: ships falling out of the sky, along with shuttles. Her heart skips to a complete stop -- there isn't anything either she and Noctis can do right now except stand and watch the carnage from the ground. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and images of Insomnia flash through her mind.
Blindly, with the free hand that is not carrying the trident they'd bought, she reaches out for Noct's hand. ]
Oh, Astrals... Noctis, we have to do something-- [ Instinct has her wanting to get close, but there are things falling out of the sky still and while SHE doesn't mind running into the chaos, she doesn't want to pull Noctis in and get him injured as well.
When she speaks, it's soft and mostly to herself. ] Six... this is so reminiscent of the Crown City.... [ She'd know... she was in the heart of that incident, too. ]
Midway through the attack/afterwards - OPEN.
[ Standing around and watching isn't going to work, not for Lunafreya and certainly not for Noctis either. They are both people of action. They have both agreed that something needs to be done, and so despite the danger of falling ships and debris, they make their way out and into the open. It's time to start pulling the injured out of their ships and heal as many people as they can. Both King and Oracle are ready to defend from the ground as best they can, too; they've bought a few weapons, they are ready to do what needs to be done.
Umbra runs ahead, barking at his humans to follow him to the worst of the carnage. The dog will be tugging people out from under debris as well and letting Noctis and Luna know where people are like the helpful little soul he is.
When everything is said and done, when the dust clears, they know that there is a LOT of ground to cover, and at some point they'll need to split up... it all just depends on when. ]
[[ ooc; For the open post, please let us know if you'd rather have Luna or Noctis reply, or both. They're going to be doing their best to drag people out of wrecked ships and shuttles... Noct and Umbra are the muscle, and Luna is the healer! ]]
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During the crash, one of his wrists had gotten injured, and when Umbra finds him he's attempting to strip any working pieces from the engine in a hurry and doing it all with one hand.
His plan was to take anything of value from the shuttle and trek it to one of the bigger ships - the smoke trails from them gave him a general direction to go. He wanted to help them get repaired and back in flight.
He hadn't been expecting a dog to trot up to him and for a moment he sort of stares at Umbra as if he thinks the animal is a hallucination.]
Er... hello? Are you a nice dog or are you with the assholes who shot me down?
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It's not a rational response and she tamps it down.
But the fact is, she's worried.
Natasha spends her time at the comms, doing her best to get any signals ddown the the planet surface or to intercept any coming up.]
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