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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...~ ♪ ))
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?
Voice
[Tyrion's breath comes out pained, but it also sounds like he's moving.]
Strap yourself in! Furiosa is about to do something - probably dangerous!
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When you're able, come to the galley and I can see to your wounds.
[It's not a request, but he can't order Tyrion around either.]
Have you heard from the other ships at all?
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I would greatly appreciate not bleeding anymore, thank you.
[As soon as he checked out everything.]
No - we'll have to wait after we see if we get out of this alive....
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I'm sure that there are many others that feel the same way, but with Noctis and Lady Lunafreya on the surface, I fear that my meager efforts will have to do.
[He has access to potions and first aid skills, so he's not useless.]
I take it there's no word from those below either.
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[The ship shudders and he can almost feel the shift in the engines as Furiosa pulled them out of a dive and away.]
No word from anyone - but I am not up in communications just yet.
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[Ignis can feel the pull of the ship as well and wonders just how much more bombardment they'll have to suffer before something happens to make it stop.]
I will keep an ear out in case they attempt to contact us, but something tells me that won't be any time soon.
[Not if all the swoops and dives from Furiosa are any indication.]
Furiosa
[Sick as she was, Furiosa had to navigate through fever and fog just in order to get her ass in the pilot's seat and take the ship off autopilot; giving it a much more experienced hand at the controls.]
Strap in and hold on!
[Two years in the fleet, on top of a lifetime of experience running vehicles through rough terrain and dangerous obstacles has definitely given her an edge; she's staring at the view screen with a diamond-like focus, following the controls with muscle memory. Even missing her prosthetic as she is, she compensates without a second thought.
It's going to be a tense fight, but Furiosa has thrown the whole of her being in making sure they get out unscathed - as much as possible - but it won't happen without the help of her crew. If you've got a position on the bridge, and you're manning it, she's shouting out orders. She can't make you follow them, of course, but it's no secret she's a veteran of intense skirmishes.]
Someone make this woman sleep.
[She's to the point of exhaustion - after having expended so much of her limited energy in the fight, and then forcing herself to stay awake to meet with the other captains and first mates, that she's a good example of the phrase 'dead on their feet'. Shoulders bowed, head feeling like a fifty tonne weight, she can't even shuffle through the hallways without support.
Someone just make sure she makes it to bed and actually, you know, sleeps.]
Hello, his name is Someone Someone Tyrion Lannister Lord of Casterly Rock what up.
You are going to fucking sleep.
[He states, with no pre-amble whatsoever. Because, well. He can do that. He's Tyrion.]
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Gotta check with the crew, first. [She makes a little nod at his bandage,] That the worst of it for you?
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[Tyrion shook his head a little.] Get a nap, then come back to this. I can handle it - oh this nice turban? No, I've got one around my chest too. Still better off than you though.
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I'll be alright.
[She thinks. It's not like she's been dead before.] I've missed some time, gotta get caught up. Need to know what's going on.
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Yes you will be. AFter a few hours rest.
[He looked up at her, before he thinks.] How about I get everyone to come by and give you a report on our status?
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[She shuffles along, one arm on the wall for balance, falling quiet in thought.] Make the rounds, let me know. I trust your judgement.
[What people might need, how people are hurting, she's not exactly in a clear mind to assess any of it accurately right now - as much as she might try.]
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[He's of a clear mind now - but he know that won't last. Even he will drive himself right over the brink and beyond.]
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Maybe we could establish opposing schedules going forward. [So that they both ensure the other sleeps, and isn't too afflicted by their personal vices or illnesses.
Dammit, she's going to have to start checking on him like she does for Max.]
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I agree - perhaps there is a shift where I am on and you are off, and then you are on and I am off, and on the third shift we are both available as needed.
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Yeah ... yeah, that could work.
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See? We think about it and we have a solution.
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You've got some good ideas there, Ty. Glad I didn't stab you early on. [She gives him a wan, wry little grin; they'd come a long way from their first meeting.]
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You know, I am rather excited over the prospect of continuing to be alive. [He smirks up at her, and winks. Oh they absolutely have.]
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firefight!
He's at his station in seconds, buckling himself in and pulling up the onboard display for the guns as they whir to life.]
Radar is full of projectiles!
Tyrion
And that is when the ship shuddered. One of Tyrion's larger tools slammed him in the side of the head and chest. Hhe stumbled off his stool, hitting the ground badly.]
Bastard son of a whore! [Seems like an appropriate enough curse, as he slaps on his communicator and answers Ignis, then tries to make himself to one of the chairs to strap himself down while Furiosa does her thing.
The bleeding thing is going to be a problem, but he waits to take care of that until they have TRIED to avoid getting shot down. And succeeded!
Mostly.
He can already smell the fires, and he curses when the lights go out, unstrapping himself as he goes to check on the life support.
He yells -- to whomever can hear him.]
Life support is online - so we've got air and we have gravity! ... not much else. I need a light, my tools and ... the first aid kit because it will be terribly hard to repair all this damage with blood in my eyes.