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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[noprophecies]

[it's only a few months, so not, not that recent. Though she's very, very glad he decides not to press it; she doesn't even know where to begin explaining it]

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.

[ahappylie]

[He'll ask her about it later when they aren't crash-landed and in very imminent peril. He has a keen sense for danger and right now, even with his head wound, all of his senses are standing on edge. Something is coming, something terrible, and they'll need everyone to survive it.]

...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.

[noprophecies]

[ah. Of course. The response is muttered, but loud enough for him to hear] Isn't there always?

[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]