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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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He's so relieved that she's okay, but then her focus shifts to his leg, and he winces, remembering that yet, that sure is a thing that's just happened to him and wow yeah it sure does hurt like a bitch now. Probably gonna be that much worse when the adrenaline wears off. Wonderful... ]
I... uhh... it's bad. [ No getting around it, as much as he'd like to. ] I'm not sure I can stand up on my own. I think maybe they tore somethin'.
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All right. Let's get you out of here, then. [She comes up next to him, grabbing his arm and slinging it around her shoulders.] Try to stand on three. Okay? One... two... three!
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Ugh... Thanks. Sorry for the trouble. I'll get 'em back for it when I can get up again, yeah?
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Don't worry about it. We're part of a crew, that's what we do. [She takes a tentative few steps forward, watching him closely to see if he'd be able to handle it.] You sure you can make it back like this?
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He can handle the steps forward, but when putting any amount of pressure on his hurt leg, he definitely cringes. Still, he pushes through. ]
Yeah, I can get back. It's not too far. We've got at least some healin' shit, right? I'll be fine when I get there.
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Riona stops. She's not gonna risk this.]
Hold still.
[Ever been fireman-carried, Eithan? Because that's about to happen. Riona's bending down, and coaxes Eithan to bend forward. If he lets her, she'll pull him onto her shoulders and lift up.]
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What-- whoa!
[ No actually, he has not ever been fireman-carried! This is a first! And it catches him so completely off-guard that he has zero idea what to do about it! Well, aside from stutter and stumble over his words, until he can finally manage to string together: ]
Holy shit! ... Hah! U-Uh I guess that's-- one way to do this??
[ This is what he gets for being a freakin' twig, huh? ]
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Probably the safest option. [She doesn't want to walk too slow, but she knows running will just jostle him around a bunch and that won't helps things.] Hang tight.
[So she settles for a sort of jog, keeping her breathing even as she hustles back towards safety.] Let me know if the pain worsens or you're too uncomfortable.
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It's fine. ... Thanks, Riona. I owe you so many fuckin' drinks once we're out of this bullshit.
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[So. Many. Drinks.
She's huffing a bit by the time they make it back to the ship - boy does she miss her Warden stamina in times like these - but at least she can still move as she gets onto the ship. She doesn't set him down until they reach the med bay, where he can lay down on a table.]
There.