driftfleet | Communication Tower Shenanigans

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.]

[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.]

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[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.]

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! ]

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[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.

[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...]

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. ]

It... changes the weather??

[What the ever loving fuck?? WELL OKAY THEN. SURE. WHY NOT.]

Mildly alarming powers aside, that is a relief. I've run into one or two others out in the wilderness, but no one had any real idea of just how many were left.

Yeah, I know right. Atroma sent it to her in pieces, she's been collecting them since she got here.

[Because Atroma are assholes, no surprise there. ]

No, and so many shuttles went down with the ships, too. We could really use a win here- no more people dying.

[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?

Well, I'm sure they won't now.

We're all good, a little banged up but fine- we got Cyril from the Wonderduck with us, too. He was visiting. How about you guys? [He's noticed you're hurt, missy. ] You do that in the crash?

[She's smiling even through that, and he's sorely reminded of someone he knows.]

The Goldstone was a little luckier, it seems...

[He delicately pulls off his gloves and places them in his pocket. Since Krile and Y'shtola aren't around, it means he'll have to do this right, not the life-saving hack job he goes for in an emergency.]

I have magic. It'll still be sore for a while, but broken bones are within my capabilities.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.]

Yeah. [She relaxes a bit at the news. Another ship with reasonably good news. Now if only they weren't all stuck down here.] Sam and I were in one of the shuttles when it got hit. [It landed badly. But it could have been worse.] But I've been in touch with the rest of my crew. They're doing okay.

[She glances at the whiskey bottle, and offers it up.] Are you the drinking type?

I'm glad to hear that. [Goldstone is a ship with a few friends on it. She watches him peel off the gloves curiously, and then her eyes widen a little as he continues. Oh. He was offering healing.

Oh, thank god. She lets a breath out, relieved, tilting her head back against the stone.] Please. I'd rather not have to sit the rest of this trip out.

[Plus, you know, it hurts. But that part's obvious.]

[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/]

[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.]

[He offers her a small, weak smile. He's under a bit of pressure here, but... he'll be fine.]

It's imperative that you regain mobility in case we have to move.

[He takes a deep breath and concentrates. His hands begin to glow with a soft, pure light as he gathers magic about his hands. Threads of aether coalesce into the spell, which he directs over her injured leg. The first thing she'll notice is a brief, cold flash, and then numbness. Which is a good thing because he has to shove something back into place.]

[Snow gives a lopsided smile before returning his attention to the cannibals that weren't caught up on the first wave of his magic. He shifts quickly from one paradigm to another, bracing his arms in front of him as a female comes at him with a knife before he pushes back and sends her flying into a column of sculpted ice as if she weighs nothing.]

Heroes live for the dramatic entrances. What better way to make a good first impression, right?

[The enemies aren't stopping, but Snow's not wasting energy on them either. The fact of the matter is that his brand is glowing the same color as his ice and it's starting to hurt a lot. Physical exertion can only mitigate so much of the pain as a l'Cie, after all.

While there's a lull in the fight, he pulls out a potion and lobs it over at Sam.]

Give that to your lady there. I can help reset that leg when they're gone.

I'm surprised they sent it to her at all. That's a powerful thing for someone in the fleet to have. [Though, given how Kiter seems perpetually small and unable to grow to full size, perhaps they did something similar to her device to keep it from being able to cause a ruckus.]

Let's hope we can avoid that this time around. Jerks in the forest are easier to handle than a meteor, at least. Shall we head over there and see what's going on?

It is, I think she's still a little surprised she has it too.

[That would be his guess. Atroma don't like them having nice things. ]

Yeah, at least we can hit these guys with swords. Not so much with a meteor. [He nods. ] Let's get moving.

[Sokka wines a little. ] Yeesh, you guys got off lucky. I can't imagine a shuttle held up so well to crashing into a planet. Glad your people are good, though.

[Hopefully everyone survived, they could use a win. He considers for a moment, before sighing and moving to sit beside her, taking the bottle for a swig. ]

You know, I never used to be, but this place kind of messes with that.

[Plus he was only sixteen when he first came here, but details. ]

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A, a million years late /offers Patronbucks <3

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Katie McCoy | OTA

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