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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...~ ♪ ))
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Attacked...? By whom? Weren't we in space?
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[The not in space part. He can see out the bridge windows now and is stunned at the thick foliage before them, cracked trees and burning debris everywhere.
At the mention of blood, his hand immediately goes to his mouth, then travels further to his forehead until he feels the familiar warmth there instead.]
Ah...yes, I am. But your hand? [He nods toward the broken prosthetic.] What happened?
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She almost doesn't say anything, but then she sighs, shoulders slumping. She can worry about her issues with it later] It broke when I was tossed around. Damned thing wasn't made to take weight that way.
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Still, she forgave a lot about his transgressions not but a week or so ago. He can leave this alone for now. They have more pressing matters at hand.]
Better that than your other hand, yes?
[But now that she has only one good arm, that will make things more complicated. He moves forward, wiping the blood from his head to peer out at the jungle. He can feel something out there, waiting. The air is full of tension, a line ready to snap, and he narrows his eyes, his voice dropping low.]
...We need to secure the ship. Something is out there.
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Given that this one - [she briefly wiggles the remaining hand] - is the dominant one, yes.
[she turns to follow him to glance out the window as well. There was something unsettling about the planet already - she didn't have visions, but being part elf did "afford" her certain connections . . . it's why she didn't go down at all, the first two days they were here.
She glances at him sharply at the change in tone] Something? Like that?
We need to find everyone first.
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...I don't know what, but something is definitely coming for us. Either the ones who shot us down or something else. There's bloodlust in the air.
[He blinks as blood drips into his eye, reaching up to wipe it away and smudge his fingers against the wound. A head wound will make him groggy and make his reaction time slower. He needs to get this healed quickly, or at least bandage it up. Then the armory and his second sword. His mind runs through all the possible scenarios of what is to come and he grimaces.]
If you find Takeshi, tell him to put Hoi Hoi in my room with Saizou. It wasn't heavily damaged and the animals can protect each other.
Find sheets if you can and block the windows so whatever is out there can't see in.
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[she watches the windows for a moment or two longer, her own senses stretched as far as they'll go without her going out there to physically touch the ground. It's limiting and it irks her, spiking her already foul mood]
Blocking the windows will only do so much. [it's a familiar tactic she'd seen villages use during the war; block the windows so the enemy can't see inside - that didn't account for the other senses, though] But I will do so.
[she has to grab her weapons, too. And perhaps find a way to repurpose her prosthetic as a secondary weapon once headcounts and defenses are done]