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...~ ♪ ))

Comments

[fantachetic]

I suppose that much is true, yes.

[samahl]

It must always surprise them to find out that the Dalish aren't completely savage. I know I heard a lot of 'you're well spoken and very clean' with a note of surprise.

[fantachetic]

It doesn't help that the lore spread around leaves a very different image. I imagined there would be more dancing naked in the moonlight or animals being summoned by your song.

[samahl]

Oh, I still dance naked, but that's because I enjoy being naked. Even more if a handsome man is watching.

[fantachetic]

[ Inquisitor, please. ]

I will say, it's quite freeing, and things are always better in that way.

[samahl]

Yes, especially if touching is involved.

[Sorry Dorian, he has no shame and flirting is a good distraction from the doom of being stranded on a creepy planet.]

[fantachetic]

Especially so. [ Flirting is always a good option in the face of horrible things. ]

[samahl]

[For a moment, Cyril sees himself moving closer to Dorian, touching him now, stroking his face, maybe even leaning into a kiss. It wasn't the first time he'd envisioned such things. He'd seen himself taking that step many times back in Skyhold - after finding out what Dorian's father had done to him, or after they snarked at Mother Giselle until she backed down, or any other number of times they had spoken in Dorian's nook of the library.

But as with those moments, Cyril stays put rather than taking that step. It's easier to hide from those feelings and desires when he reminds himself that the man before him isn't actually the same one who had been before him back then. Wanting to kiss him was crossing a boundary. It was better to keep distance.

He shakes off the feeling with a smile and a gentle chuckle and then refocuses on the task at hand.]

Yes, well. In the meantime, we need to focus on ship repairs and scouting the area. Did you need anything else before I find supplies to do just that?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian offers a quick echo of a smile, and then it's back to business. ]

I will check the remaining crew and see to the communications array before going back out. [ Because he's absolutely going to do it again until everyone comes back. ]

[samahl]

Be safe, my friend. I'll see you soon.

[And he offers Dorian a wink before heading out, because he honestly can't resist flirting for long.]