Communication Tower Shenanigans

[namisan]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Not...yet. Working on that part??
Action: The Comms Tower
When: In the day or two after that zuper zecret broadcazt.

[A mingle for any and all people on the ground making their way toward the comms tower, and all science and tech wizardry that happens thereafter.  For any who can't follow coordinates on land, a light rain will spring up around the tower's general area after the first handful of hours has gone past, as per this broadcast here.]

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Nami | OTA

[namisan]

A - Some Help? (Includes a Sam)

[Travelling with a broken leg is no fun for either of them-- Sam has to foot the burden of carrying her, and with only stopgap medical aid before they left the shuttle wreckage, the pain jolts every time there's so much as an uneven step. She's been hurt worse than this and still been functional, so mostly Nami reserves her complaints to small hissed curses against the back of Sam's neck. But she keeps it quiet because, y'know. Vieziri. And while she can cloak them with the climatact, and Sam's pretty efficient with not drawing attention to them besides, she can't do much about sound.

And the Vieziri are excellent trackers. There have been some near misses. And the closer they get to the tower, the more Nami's concentration begins to waver, because this hurts and she's dripping sweat and exhausted and sorry, Sam, but...

...they're maybe half an hour from the coordinates given when they're finally discovered by a suspicious raiding party sweeping the area, and things get downright ugly. She can't fight efficiently, they're both outnumbered, but they're close enough to the tower that Nami switches out to summon rain. Because help. And the following gunfire should make it pretty clear what anybody nearby might be walking into.]

[B - Lazing Around]

[Seriously, once Nami has gotten the two of them to the tower, well, this technological stuff is beyond her and she's not much good otherwise, though she keeps the rain at a steady patter over the tower. She figures half and half; some people can follow those coordinates just fine, and some are from times that would have made no sense, so. This is her end of things for now.

She can be found propped up inside a safe and/or defended area, getting some rest. But she'd be extremely grateful for any medical assistance. Or just, y'know, distraction.

...also she's still nursing half a bottle of whiskey. Just so you know.]

[C - She Loves You, Magical Healer Types]

[Look, she's still gonna get a few hours' sleep anyway. But once she's upright and mostly functional again, she'll look for stragglers and people close by to help, or just run defense for people working on the comms tower. If you need a rescue by lightning overkill, Nami's your gal.]

[D - Wildcard]

[Steal her booze? Trip over her broken leg? Something less horrific and more ridiculous? Just want to talk? IDK throw it here.]

B

[aetherflows]

[Of course Alphinaud would make it to the tower. Though he doesn't have much in terms of engineering skills, he still has his magic, and it proves somewhat useful. And while he can only summon his carbuncle for minutes at a time, it's enough to strike down any scouts in his way. Evading the actual warbands is. Something else. And he's certain they'll follow him here somehow.

The rain! The rain, he remembers, was supposed to be some kind of signal. He sprints lightly through the downpour, his hood over his head to help conceal his bright silver hair. Apparently he's not alone: there have been other teams here, perhaps other crews, and they've made some kind of safe zone.

That's when he notices a fairly injured redhead curled up with alcohol. She has definitely seen better days. Though after a few days in the jungle without a bath, he's probably in the same situation.]

Pardon-- do you need healing?

[He tugs his hood back so that she can see his face properly. Though he has pointy ears, he's definitely not one of them.]

[namisan]

[Luckily pointed ears are a more common sight for her than they used to be-- but even if not, the polite request in that smooth voice is enough Nami jerks up from her half-doze with a tired smile.

She's not awake enough to register the full extent of what he means right away, so her reply is more rueful than eager.] You could say that. We kind of crashed badly. [Though at least most scrapes bar the actual damage done to her leg is pretty superficial, so that's something.]

B

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka can absolutely help with the technical stuff, but he wants to check on Nami first- so hey there science buddy. Sokka offers her a smile and a wave as he heads in towards her. He's a little roughed up, but largely unhurt. ]

Hey you, glad to see you're still ticking. Great idea with the rain.

B

[namisan]

[Dude. She brightens when she sees him, because she knows a fair chunk of people survived but seeing friends turn up is great.]

Thanks. I didn't really want anyone to get lost. [She shifts gingerly.] How's your crew? Did they all make it through?

A, a million years late /offers Patronbucks <3

[heroofcocoon]

[After the communication from that Zhade guy, Snow heads out to the tower. His crew is probably not that far behind him. The sooner that stupid comms tower is fixed, the sooner they can contact the rest of the fleet and back into space.

As weird as that sound.

When the rain cloud pops out of nowhere, something crawls up his spine and Snow starts running in that direction as fast as he can. And the closer he gets, the more he sees of the damn cannibals. His arrival is preceded by a huge sheet of ice and snow that freezes a great deal of the idiots in his path.]

Sorry I'm late. Ran into a little trouble along the way.

[collegedropout]

[Sam had been pretty short on options, truth be told -- which ended with him putting Nami down and switching to a firearm, because they're surrounded and he's starting to think maybe they were both definitely screwed. If he could hold them all back from her, though, maybe someone would come along and save her at the last second, y'know? Sam's no stranger to dying. He'd rather help Nami avoid that traumatic shit. He's tackled rather ungracefully by a hissing Vieziri warrior while another makes a break for Nami, and he throws his demon-killing knife and gets the son-of-a-bitch right in the back before he can reach her.

But uh, he's pinned, and -- and there are more coming, and -- fuck, he's sorry, Nami --

Oh.

Well.

The sudden frigid air and sweep of ice is new. And the guy trying to stab him is so caught off guard by the new attack, Sam is able to flip him overhead and leap up to retrieve his gun. He's exhausted, his muscles stiff. Not actually wanted to admit to Nami she was heavy; that kind of thing gets you bopped upside the head. Point is, thank god for company. Sam staggers toward Nami and offers Snow a relieved smile.]

Late's better than never, right?

[You okay over there, Nami? :| Sorry about the dead dude next to you.

(He's gonna... come pick you up again... just give him a moment to remember how his legs work.]

B

[mongoosecrow]

[Gil needs a break from being frustrated with the tower so he finds her while she's relaxing and comes over. He's not a medical professional and he honestly wishes he had some omni gel, but he can offer company. When he comes near he seems to have a thought and skips right through the 'hellos' and 'how are you doings' to bring up a point.]

You know, there's his fellow named Noctis planetside. His wife, Lunafreya, she healed up my sprained wrist when they found me next to my crashed shuttle. Maybe she can help with your leg too? If we get communications running I'll try to reach out to her.

[namisan]

[Nami's half asleep at first approach, though she blinks awake once he starts speaking fast enough, offering him a weak smile.]

Healers make things so much easier sometimes, don't they? That'd be appreciated.

Husband and wife, huh... [A memory, though a vague one.] Are they the ones that got married on Fleet?

A

[tough_love]

[While she was far from stealthy, the barrage of gunfire was more than loud enough to mask the noise from Looma's own charge into the fray. At least at first.

The first hunter in her sights narrowly managed to avoid a messy exit from the battle- as he dove to the ground, Looma's swing missed him by inches and subsequently announced her arrival on the field with a thunderous crack. Some damn fool had given her a positively massive warhammer, and the swing that missed the Vieziri had instead blasted through the tree he'd been firing behind- explosively turning a portion of the trunk nearly half his own size into a blast of sap and shrapnel loud enough to alert everyone in her vicinity.

And while the first Vieziri might have narrowly escaped certain death, the same couldn't be said for another group nearby as Looma used her free hands to topple the stricken tree down on their heads. Some were crushed outright, others immediately stopped firing on Sam and Nami in order to scramble out of the way. They'd be safe from further reprisal from the massive princess, at least for now. As would the first hunter she'd missed.

She was still some distance from Sam and Nami after all, and while she could get there quickly, she was putting aside her warpath for now. She wanted to see how the hunters would react. She'd even be courteous and give them one chance to save themselves. And, as it was Looma speaking, she didn't have to worry about going unheard by any Vieziri anywhere surrounding the duo.]

Leave. Now.

[She wasn't sure if they could understand her- let alone anyone else from the Fleet- but surely they could identify a warning when they heard one.]

[namisan]

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[collegedropout]

Holy shit.

[Also, thank god, because Sam is sore from all this running and his lungs are killing him. He shifts Nami just a little on his back, sighing with relief and smiling mildly, if not with some measure of delirium. This is just his life, huh? Running from cannibals in a cloudy rainy area caused by a pirate on his back while a giant large alien woman slams trees on people. Ha. It's a trip.]

Uhh!! Good form, Looma!

[A+ from the tired hunter.]

Sokka |OTA

[alwayscomeback]

A - A heading onwards (Plus any Blue Fishies)

[And lo, Sokka headed out with whatever crew members wanted to go on an epic adventure to what he really, really hoped was something useful and not their deaths. Life in the Fleet in general has made him very distrustful of anyone offering help- there was always a chance someone was working for Atroma, after all. Still, they had pretty much zero options otherwise, especially if they wanted to make contact with anyone outside their ship. Whatever happened, this was a chance they had to take.

But hey, at least a good number of them can follow coordinates- that rain, though, that brings a smile to his face. Because he knows exactly one person who can do that here.]

Hey! [He points over at that patch of rain.] That's gotta be Nami. She's okay.

B: Working a work

[Communications isn't his forte, but he IS an engineer. As such, Sokka is here, and happy to help out with all the technical bits and pieces. He's also willing to listen to what the communications folks need- this is definitely their area of expertise after all. He's here for the wires and suchlike. ]

Wow, this place really is a mess.

C: Wildcard

[Could be that you're searching the ruins with him, or battling off a wave of Vieziri, or just taking a breather and shooting the breeze. Whatever it is, throw it here! ]

A

[bryces_pup]

[Having never been introduced to Nami's powers, Riona's a bit confused as Sokka points at the rain cloud.]

Er...? She can make it rain?

[It does seem strange that it's only raining in that little area...]

[alwayscomeback]

Kind of. She has this device called...uh, I think she said it was a climatact- something like that. It's that which can make changes in the weather. Something so localised has got to be her. Which means she's alive, at least.

[Which means OTHER SHIPS have survivors, too. ]

B

[mongoosecrow]

[Gil's own specialty is always going to be ship engines, but he can do communications too. Sometimes without even breaking a sweat. Still, that doesn't mean he's ready for this job. He doesn't want Sokka to dwell though.]

You're telling me. But I've dealt with worse and most of us got augments in our heads feeding us some useful tidbits. I bet we can do this faster than most think.

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka chuckles, nodding. ]

We can but hope, right? I mean, there's a few of us, and if we put these brains of ours together, we might well get somewhere.

C

[hollystrike]

[While he's searching the ruins, suddenly a cat in his direct path. At least it's not entirely black.

She isn't here to mess with him intentionally, she's just arriving, in fact-- but once she sees who it is, Katie will certainly plonk herself down and stare at him with half-closed eyes. He did say he'd never seen a cat before. She's curious what he'll do.]

[alwayscomeback]

[Oh noooo, it's his nightmares come true. Sokka stares at the cat for a second- he's already pretty jumpy, what with the crazy cannibals and all. This is something he doesn't need right now. He eyes her carefully, not really going for his weapons, but tensing up all the same. ]

I swear if you have human teeth I'm booking it.

[mongoosecrow]

[Gil has been scavenging. Quite a bit, actually. He had stripped the shuttle he had crashed in of universal parts before leaving it, and used his trek from that shuttle to seek out any useful debris. When he arrived at the communication tower it was with a pack full of parts, odds, and ends and with some emergency rations.

He sets that down and then starts to get to work. This part, the part that is working and fixing components, is the easy part for him.

He likes that he doesn't have to do it by himself now and that others are here and even more arrive after him to get the work done faster.]

It's times like this I wish my omni-tool still played music. We could use a good montage jam right now, am I right?

[But then that might just attract the crazy cannibals and honestly that's the part that's still terrifying.]

Katie McCoy | OTA

[hollystrike]

[A - Look I'm Just Here for the Food Obviously (Cat Form)]

[Or possibly just to torment Sokka. But no, actually, she's following a tracking spell to a very particular person, and as it turns out being a tiny slip of a shadow in such a jungle makes it a lot easier to avoid roving horrors.

Which is why, at some point in the proceedings, a small black and white cat just casually saunters into the tower ruins, pausing to nose at anything looking remotely like decent food (she is hungry and she doesn't trust this planet, it's sick), on her way to find one hulking idiot in particular.

Hi.]

[B. Helping With Repairs.]

[Now very much in her human form, Katie helps with collection of required materials. She's not good with technology-- in fact, her magic doesn't generally affect anything with too many moving parts-- but she can repair the more simple things; you know, metal casings, wiring insulation, that sort of thing. She smooths her fingers over the frayed or cracked parts and makes them whole.

And if she has nothing small to fix, she'll work on crumbled sections of walls or doors, making the place just that little more defensible. As long as the original materials are still there.]

[C - Helping Repair People, Too.]

[If you look hurt, guys, she's going to offer help. Just so you know.]

[D - Wild Card]

[Whether it be impromptu help in a fight, coming across her while she's sleeping to recover strength, whatever. I'll roll with it o/]

B

[mongoosecrow]

[Gil had found some frayed writing that needed repair and had been directed to her path. It's after he watches her repair it that he turns it over in his hand and whistled lightly, impressed.]

Man, I feel like I could use one of you back home. That talent is very useful.

B

[hollystrike]

[She grins at him.] Well, it's always nice to feel useful. [Though she's starting to feel the fatigue of her work. Still, whatever helps.] My brother used to tell me I had superglue for fingers.

[She hands the wiring back, insulation sealed over like there was never a break.] How's it going, do you think?

A. here just take a sleeping one

[collegedropout]

[Who, this tall person? Katie can find him pretty easily, though it looks like he's actually leaning on a wall and getting a little sleep in when she stops by; what a kind cat soul, she clearly will leave him be, right? He's had a long day, Katie, and despite all of his complaints his body is adamant that he shouldn't get up without resting first.

You can blame Nami, obviously. She's heavy.]

don't mind if I do

[hollystrike]

[Don't say that out loud, man, you'll get a high heel to the side of your face :|

But yes, there he is, the great sleeping elephant. Katie does what all good cats do when faced with an exhausted person who's dead to the world: she casually climbs him, though she's a light touch about it until she can park herself on his chest right beneath his collarbone, tale swishing and front paws hitting just the right spot of tense muscle that it's bound to wake him up in annoyed discomfort soon enough.

She'll be right there, staring down at you with judgmental green eyes. Sup.]