it's gonna rain - and it never ends

[thespaceopera]

[ 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...~ ♪ ))

Comments

[whatisright]

Gathering rations. Someone will need to go to the planet to find survivors from the Fleet, and the vast majority of survivors will need food.

[He... does not know what kind of food they need, but if it's in the kitchen, he's assuming it's fine. What are potato flakes? He's never heard of them but they're going in the bag too. Tea bags are edible, right?]

[helmsplitter]

[Okay, look. He can't fault Justice for taking garlic powder. All swords have to learn what food is, too. They all try to eat metal at least once. They all blow up a microwave eventually. It's just what sword spirits do.

But powder is not food and even Doudanuki knows that. It's too close to gun powder, so he never thought of it as a possibility.

So rather than say anything, he goes over the bag and pulls out any cooking spices he can find, putting them back on the shelf.]

You'll want stuff that ain't gonna need preparation down there.

[He switches over to a cabinet and pulls out dried meats and vegetables, and raw items like fruit from the cargo hold.]

Take water, too. There're some bottles here somewhere, you can fill 'em up from the tap probably.

[whatisright]

[Justice can fully acknowledge he doesn't know what he's doing, so he doesn't protest when the other spirit starts repacking the rations. Justice instead moves to go grab bottles, because he remembers that mortals indeed need water to survive. How do mortals last when they need so much maintenance?]

Do you believe they will need anything else? I have already packed weapons and medical supplies.

[helmsplitter]

[They don't - they die eventually, right? He finishes grabbing up what rations they can afford to divvy up with the planet below - putting in some extra for the humans on the shuttle.]

I dunno what it's like down there, but if Shiro's intel holds, there are hunters down there. Weapons, medical supplies, clean dressings...

[He straightens and concentrates, trying to remember what it was like when he was on the battlefield with Kato. What did the men need when they were marching long days or weeks, or huddled on ships crossing the sea?]

Take matches and fire starters. Blankets, if we got extra. Shock can kill a human as sure as a blade.

[whatisright]

Warmth. Yes, I forgot they need to keep warm. [Good thing Justice didn't end up packing this stuff alone. He wouldn't be happy to bring down supplies just to have all the humans freeze to death.] I do not sleep, so I have no need for the blankets I was provided with. Do you know of any other crewmembers who do not sleep?