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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-10-16 06:59 pm

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...~ ♪ ))
sylphystia: (♢ never turn your back on it again)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-10-21 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Not much you can do about that. They were shooting to kill. Our shields weren't good enough.

[Since Mikleo's doing that, Dezel takes hold of the broom. He can tell where broken glass is, if not by the way the wind makes it tink innocently, then by crunching it beneath his boots.]

I'm fine. The habitat for the critters is gone, though. They're in a box right now, but I'll need to find a new tank.

How's everyone else?
Edited 2017-10-21 22:45 (UTC)
tsunergy: (sad) (sorey no)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-10-22 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
There might be some spare glass from my pool on the Iskaulit. I'll check once everything's calmed down.

[there's certainly no urgency right now. he likes Dezel's critters well enough but the foliage in his room is probably a decent living arrangement for them on its own. better to focus on not dying.]

No critical injuries so far. I think we made it through mostly unscathed, which is amazing, considering what happened last time.
sylphystia: (♢ how it makes you a weapon)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-10-29 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's not a big deal right now.

[He lets them sleep on him anyway. He's more concerned about them keeping warm, since there's nowhere to put the heat lamp now.]

That's good. What about the other ships? [Edna still isn't living with them, but she has her own reasons.]
tsunergy: (sad)(calm) (i don't feel unmanly or anything)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-10-31 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
The situation's not ideal. Seven ships going down, and we can't even contact them... I'm worried. Alisha's ship was one of them, so of course Sorey's worried sick.

[Not that he isn't, mind. But Sorey's the closest one to her, and she's unfortunately less durable than they would be if left on their own.]
sylphystia: (♢ she picks up these tired parts of mine)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-10-31 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Dezel hisses something that rhymes with 'bit' under his breath. Damn right the situation's not ideal. If Alisha got hurt somehow, they'd all suffer for it.]

Maybe it's because we took so much damage. The princess is a tough girl; it'll take a little more than a crash landing to take her out. [He knows Mikleo knows that, but saying it helps in a way.]
tsunergy: (calm) (and if the texture is just right...)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-10-31 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[it's okay Dezel you can cuss with Mikleo, it's just Sorey you gotta be pure with]

...Yeah. But it's one thing to know, and it's another thing to... know, you know?

sylphystia: (♢ by the flash of a neon light)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-10-31 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He got chewed out when Mikleo was bitty, ok, it's a habit he's trying to break.]

Yeah, but we can't just let him jump in a shuttle and fly down there. We need to find out who's shooting and why. Then we can think about a rescue.
tsunergy: (calm) (...anyway)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-10-31 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Which is why we're using this time to repair and recover. We're already down a few hands- did you notice?

[Dezel's always been in-tune with the residents through the wind, but better to not make too many assumptions. It's been a frenzied couple of hours.]
sylphystia: (♢ for it ain't so weird)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-10-31 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Dezel gives a long, drawn out sigh at the reminder.]

Of course I noticed. I didn't find any bodies.

[Which means they're just gone. He wasn't a big fan of the way they branded bodies despite the risk of malevolence, but help is help and they are definitely in need of people right now.]

Unless they took off in a shuttle, they're not here anymore.
tsunergy: (sad) (so... much... ice cream...)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-10-31 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
None of our shuttles are missing, and Maglor collapsed around when it happened, apparently. I think it hit him hard- they've probably gone back.

[and his feelings are admittedly mixed for the same reason as Dezel, but they weren't unwelcome, and he sympathizes with Maglor if nothing else.]
sylphystia: (♢ never turn your back on it again)

[personal profile] sylphystia 2017-11-02 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a sad reminder that at any time, Dezel could disappear the same way and end up dead again.]

I'll keep an eye on him until everything's stable. Wouldn't put it past him to do something stupid. [It's said without any real bite, though. He's sympathetic, too, having lost more than one friend to the randomness of this place.

CRUNCH.]


... Found more glass.

[Time to sweep that up, too.]
tsunergy: (calm) (so anyway getting back to ruins)

[personal profile] tsunergy 2017-11-04 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
...I'll need to wash the floor later, I think. And our shoes. We'll end up tracking glass shards all over the ship at this rate.

[Goddamn, what a mess. And what a waste, too.]