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...~ ♪ ))

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[pain_train]

I'm coming.

[Wrath orients on the voice and heads that way. Things are... a mess. And so is Hawke...]

I haven't made it to medical to see if it's functional yet. The bridge isn't too fucked up and I didn't see any imminent danger, so let's get you there.

[Evacuating the ship might be smarter, but she's on edge. She doesn't know what's outside, but she knows what she felt not long before the attack, and she remembers her nightmare. She doesn't trust any of this.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Frankly moving feels horrible so she decides to stop, just as Wrath says she's coming. She gives the woman a little wave when she spots her, expression pained aside from the lopsided grin she's doing her best to support. ]

I bet it's on fire, my luck says it's on fire. [ Shifting Hawke pushes herself off the wall, using her staff as a walking stick once again. ] I should be fine though, I feel bruised aside from... [ Reaching up she smears blood across her forehead, flinching as she does it. ] Ow! That.

[pain_train]

[Wrath doesn't hesitate; she rips one of her sleeves off and folds it into a pad.] Hold this against the head wound. Those things don't like to stop bleeding. Need to get you some tissue glue or something.

[She is feeling really doubtful about leaving this particular member of her crew alone. Not gonna do it. You're getting help whether you want it or not.] Let's get you go the bridge.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Taking the fabric she presses it to her forehead inhaling a sharp breath. Yeah, that hurts. It's a shame she isn't much of a healer, else this would be no problem at all. But alas those particular magicks were always far out of her reach.

Maybe she should just burn it? Cauterize the wound so it stops bleeding. Hmm. ]

Aye aye. Lead the way.

[pain_train]

[Whether Hawke thinks she needs the support or not, she's getting it. Wrath puts herself at the woman's side and heads them toward the bridge, picking around the occasional debris in the hall.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ She isn't in much of a position to argue, so for once Hawke just doesn't. Allowing Wrath to support her as they shuffle around the bits and pieces of their broken ship. She does, however, break the silence after a moment with an awkward cough. ]

Seen any of the others?

[pain_train]

Not yet. But I'm going to keep looking once you're in a secure place.

[ofkirkwall]

To the bridge then!

[ In all honesty she doesn't quite keep track of their direction or how far they've gotten, it's a little hair when her vision starts to get obscured by blood seeping through the fabric. After a few frustrated attempts to stop the bleeding and clear her vision Hawke gets fed up. ]

Hold up a second.

[ She pulls herself free and tosses what she had been using to stem to bleeding, as it falls a flame sparks to life in that same hand and without a pause of hesitation she presses it to the wound. The sound of burning flesh fills the air as she grits her teeth together, small trails of smoke rising from between her fingers. It only takes a moment but when it's done Hawke stumbles backwards, vision clouded with white hot pain. ]

That was fun, haha. [ Her hand falls to her side as she shakes her head, the wound now replaced with a slightly larger burn wound that cuts a little into her eyebrow. But hey, at least it isn't bleeding anymore. ]

[pain_train]

[Wrath doesn't seem bothered by any of the proceedings; she just watches it calmly.] Next time, you might want to wait til we can see about finding a pressure bandage. [Delivered as a mild observation. Shit isn't quite hitting the fan at the moment, for all they're not in a great place. But that's not her body to make treatment choices about.] Ready to keep going?

[ofkirkwall]

[ She scoffs, waving a dismissive hand about the air. ] No need, this works just as well. [ Sure her vision might be swimming a little but that will pass. She flashes Wrath a grin before pushing on, leaning a little on her staff. ] Yeah, lets go.

[pain_train]

Okay. [No further argument; she focuses on getting Hawke to the bridge.]