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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...~ ♪ ))
legs4days: (uhhhhh wha)

[personal profile] legs4days 2017-10-29 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hearing a voice Hunkn turned to face Sawyer. Yikes, that cut looked pretty bad, but other than that he looked fairly alright. Hunk rolled his neck in response, rubbing the back of his head, his fingers running over a lump that was starting to form.]

For the most part. I think I hit my head when we crashed cause I don't remember much after the third attack.

[Hunk heaved a great sigh, lowering his hand to give a lamentful glace over his shoulder towards the engine room.]

Wish I could say the same for our ship though... It's pretty bad in there. The whole drive core is toast, same with our shield generators. I might be able to limp her back to the Fleet but that wouldn't be an easy job. I'm going to have to take a closer look to see what all needs to be replaced. And even if I can get the engines back online, I still need to run a full diagnostics on the ship to check for internal haul integrity and as well as external. After a fall like that, it would be a miracle if there wasn't any structal damage.

So... Point is, we're going to be stranded awhile. On the bright side, we seem to have power and life support.
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[personal profile] rednecking 2017-10-30 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Sawyer stares evenly as Hunk begins explaining all that's wrong with the ship, eyebrows slowly creeping higher the longer he goes. Were this any other time, he'd appreciate the whole explanation, but after being knocked around and crashing into a jungle of mystery, he isn't up for his usual antics]

Right, I understood 'bout a third of that, but I figure you know what you're doin'. 'Least it sounded that way. [he's trying, okay] I like bright sides, but I like ETAs better - you got one of those?
legs4days: (Whoos)

[personal profile] legs4days 2017-10-30 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Hunk knew that look. He often times got it from his teammates when he went off on one of his techno babble rants. It could have been worse. Hunk could have went into more details. Like how he noticed that the main thermal pipe responsible for directing the excess heat the drive core kicked off has ruptured which was probably why the circuitry was a hot sparking mess.

Still, Hunk gave Sawyer a small apologetic smile.
]

Oh right, sorry. I didn't mean to big you down with tech stuff. [He pauses to think.] Its hard to give a rough ETA without knowing the full extent. I will say we're probably looking at a couple days. Maybe more depending if the haul is badly damaged.
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[personal profile] rednecking 2017-10-30 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine, I just ain't so savvy on the future tech nonsense. [as if he's ever been savvy on tech in the first place, but at the very least he knows his world's modern stuff. Well, sort of. He might be a few years behind]

A few days? [he drags a hand down his face. Great. A few days in the mystery jungle. That was better than a few years, though]

Right, okay. Well, we're all gatherin' on the bridge first, so don't worry 'bout takin' stock just yet. [a pointed look] And when you're there, get your head checked, yeah? Can't fix nothin' if you got a crack in that melon and don't know about it.