driftfleet | 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...~ ♪ ))

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Hmm... [ She tilts her head, thoughtful. ] Would you do it if I said yes?

[if there is such a thing as mild-yet-loving exasperation, he's giving it to her right now.]

Aerith, there's not a whole lot I wouldn't do if you asked for it. But you gotta use this great power responsibly.

[ His face, and she laughs, lifting her hands to cover her mouth. ]

I'll be good! I'll save my power for something bigger!

Whew! I'm saved.

[it's not even that he has good fashion sense, but occasionally he does like to feel kinda manly. nothing against ribbons, buuuuut...]

I'll definitely wear it once in a while, tho! Maybe we can match.

For now!

[ But it's okay, it means she can give him more kisses. ]

I'd like that. Maybe for special occassions.

Think we could convince Cloud to wear a ribbon? We'd be a full set!

I'll just kiss him and put it on his hair while he's not paying attention!

Oooh, genius tactic from a true mastermind. He'll never see it coming.

[which is probably not true, because he should expect kisses from Aerith, but it'll probably work like a charm anyway. He sure finds Aerith-kisses distracted.]

That's because he's Cloud.

[ And as much as she loves him he can be - understandably, given his past - oblivious. ]

I'll give him extra, too, don't worry.

...Not too much extra, right?

[he can pout without getting jealous, right? because he said they weren't gonna get jealous, but.]

He's not going to get more than you. [ Lifting herself up, Aerith touches her hand to his cheek, drawing him into a kiss. ] You both get extra. As much of me as you like.