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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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And then she pats his cheeks, fingers drumming gently on the skin and she says, It's going to be alright, and he falters, hands halfway up to push her away. He hesitates, fingers twitching at her sides before he leans forward and buries his head against her stomach, arms going around her and holding as tightly as he dares.
God, he misses his mom so much. Even if she never really understood him, at least she cared about him, and he never-]
I'm Cloud, [he mumbles against her, hanging on and trying to will himself fully back into his body. She called him Cloud, she can see him fine, so he must be here and fine after all.] I'm Cloud, I'm Cloud...I'm alright...
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Luna is never one to push people away, though. Never has been, never will be. So she immediately moves her fingers from his face and into his hair, dragging her fingers through his blond mane soothingly, her other hand dropping onto his back to rub in slow, comforting circles. ]
That's right. You are Cloud, and you are alright. [ Her voice is quiet as she speaks, wanting nothing more than to comfort her dear friend. ] You are alright, you are alive. Everything is going to be just fine, I promise.
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Here, with Luna's arms around him, he thinks maybe for a little while it'll be all right.
After a moment he pulls back and away, scrubbing at his face and standing up quickly, embarrassed.] Sorry, [he mutters.] Sorry. It's just. It's a lot. I'm fine.
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[ She reaches forward and takes his hands into her own, and for a brief moment they glow a soft white. She lets his hands go and instead reaches up to lightly touch his face once again, but this time she leans up on her toes to press her forehead to his and closes her eyes. ]
Blessed stars of life and light... [ The hands on his cheeks emit the same warm, soothing white glow as before. He never answered her question as to if he was hurt or not, and with how embarrassed he seems she doesn't expect he'd tell her the truth even if he WAS injured. So she takes it upon himself to weave her healing magic into him. Even if he isn't injured, a blessing is still a blessing and hopefully it will help to ease some of his fatigue.
When she's done, she pulls away and drops her hands to her sides once more. ] Let your heart be at ease, Cloud. I now that it is not easy, but I have found that the calmer one stays in a situation like this regardless of what has happened and what could potentially happen, the better things tend to turn out. Have faith... so long as we all stick together, things are bound to turn out fine.
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More than whatever power she used, it's Luna he's drawing strength from. He'd likened her at first to Aerith but now he's beginning to wonder if he'd gotten it all wrong. When she tells him not to apologize, when she holds his face in her hands and tells him to just stay calm, to have faith, he can hear Tifa's gentle voice whispering "It's okay, Cloud. Slowly, slowly..."]
Little by little, [Cloud murmurs, heart aching for Tifa's quiet strength, how she always seemed to just look at him and know what he was thinking, and finding comfort in the echoes of that in Luna. He could always be himself around Tifa, because she's seen the worst of him and she still loves him for it. He can be weak, and vulnerable, and scared and she still thinks he's her hero.
He takes a deep breath, pressing Luna's hands into his cheeks with his own before holding her elbows instead, head still ducked in shame but feeling much more evenly keeled than he did a moment ago.] Okay. Okay. I'll take it slow. ...I'll be fine, I promise.
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I'm glad... come, it is dangerous out in the open. We should reconvene with everyone... there is safety in numbers. [ She reaches once more to take one of his hands so that she can properly tug him along when he's ready to move. ] I believe if we can all come up with some sort of plan of action, that might be wise. Like... perhaps, taking a rotation of shifts. People to watch over those still injured while others go out searching for parts and whatever else may be needed to fix the damaged sihps.
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Seriously. [Gives her hand a little tug in the direction of his ship.] It'll be safe in there. Please.
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[ She's genuinely concerned here, good sir, and she's about to continue with her line of worried questions when he gives that little tug. ] You are far, far too kind, Cloud... thank you. But please promise me that if you feel like you want to sleep in there that you will kick us out... I don't want to take up a space that you may very well end up needing.
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...look, no. You can't go looking alone, not with...with all of this shit happening. Whoever shot us down is probably looking for us to finish the job. I'll go with you.
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Cloud, I promise you that I am not completely defenseless... and I will stick close to the downed ships. But right now, Aerith and Zack need you. I bumped into Aerith earlier and she seemed a little shaken up... your place is here with your friends. I promise that I will come back to check in with you in a few hours. How does that sound?
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A few hours, tops. Promise?
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I promise. I will come back and check in with you before I head out again. You've my word.
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