sooner or later, god'll cut you down.

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Lato'li's orbit and also planetside.
When: Forward dated to 11/15.

[The Interceptor Fleet moves into position, waiting for the last few shield generators to fall. And in the early hours of the 15th, they do. The shield dissolves with a blip as if it was never there, leaving the man-eaters as prone as their prey. The Interceptors send out a transmission-- an unholy mix of Cockney and Australian that graces every available communicator-- if they answer it.]

We’re firin’! Do yer worst, Vieziri! We’re gonna kick yer sorry arses so hard you’ll kiss the moons!

[Five Interceptor ships swoop out of the dark and unload their various weaponry onto the Vieziri warships. At the same time, people stranded on the planet below ready the anti-aircraft guns onto their makers. And of course there is the Fleet itself, battered and yet beautiful across the velvet sky, as they fire everything they have.

Now the Vieziri start moving. Though the big red ship can’t do much maneuvering, the rest of the Vieziri warships certainly can. They fire back at the Interceptors and whoever else fires at them, willing to defend their leader and lose their lives in the process.

Luckily, the Interceptors have their own daring ships, which may look familiar to those who were here for the raider attack. One is emblazoned with racing stripes and flames all along the hull, and it moves so fast it nearly enters hyperspace. It’s there and gone in a flash, weaving past the enemy in crazy thrillseeking loops. Still another Interceptor ship is painted red and orange with a gold plate near the front, which reads BAMF with no explanation. This one has guns aplenty and easily weathers any duel it gets into. The third Interceptor ship is beautiful gold and black, sleek as hell and engineered with sense; this one packs the most gadgets and formidable guns of all calibers, and appears to do the most damage. Trailing behind is a much smaller ship, so nondescript it almost doesn’t stand out at all-- that is, until it forms a barrier to absorb some oncoming fire and reflect it back at the Vieziri.

There’s one ship that’s missing, though-- the one that was blown up several months ago after the heist. In its place is a small black ship that runs invisible to radar, sweeping past with silent speed as it lets loose a barrage of photon missiles onto the Vieziri flagship.

Down below, the Vieziri come out in full force-- one last stand before the warlord falls, trying to finish their fell rituals. Some of them rush the encampments, some go for the cities. Near the restored comms tower, a cloaked figure with a plain white mask fights their way through the onslaught using a plasma blade and a laser rifle.

After an hours-long siege, the big warship finally takes too much fire and breaks apart, lighting up the sky with falling shards like stars. The biggest debris burns up in orbit, but little pieces still rain down. It signals the end as the Vieziri begin to retreat both on ground and in the air. The loss of their leadership leaves them scattered and panicked.

The Fleet has won the day, but as the sun rises again over the wreckage, there is still plenty of work to be done.]

[ooc: Feel free to assume the Interceptors are helping your ships! The gold and black ship can be hailed and will give responses, as she’s been the main point of contact during this plot. You can also run into Zhade, though tags will be slow for both accounting for RL things. Please mark Zhade or Interceptors in the header of your toplevel if you’d like NPC interaction.

Any questions should be asked on the plot post for phase two.]

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lavellan | planetside

[veilstrike]

VIEZIRI BLOOD RITUALS

[ Lavellan knows it's not a very good plan. Really, it's up there with some of the worst she's ever had, including chasing after an elven apostate through mirror networks and stepping foot into a magical ritual with a Darkspawn. Half of those things had been accidents, at least, but this? This is all her own genius idea, and she thinks it's going to work out marvellously. What seems more important than running around like a headless animal trying to find out where to go and what to do is actually getting to the heart of the matter - and that's finding out where the Vieziri come from. It was the same as searching for the source of the Red Lyrium or the heart of earthquakes; find the source and you can end it all.

Kidnapping wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she's here now.

The Vieziri seemed more than happy to have her there, at least, and she pretends as though she's far more tired than she is, allowing herself to be carted off and carried back. She doesn't expect to be tied up, and when that happens all she can do is cough out an idle Dalish curse, nipping the bud of 'Dread Wolf take you' that hovers on the tip of her tongue. That hits a little too close to home and she has to give up on some unconscious quirks with all the revelations that have hit her in the last few months.

It takes her a little while to focus, to gather herself, to push her strength into what she wants to do. Justice had taken good care of her and her hand hurt less, but there was one thing she knew that she could do, one helpful thing, and that was to light a beacon. If more people could get here, if more people could find their way to the midst of the Vieziri base and disrupt more of these rituals then there's more chance for them to get off this hellish planet and get back into space.

If it keeps up like this it will kill you. Solas must help -

She drowns out the sound of Cassandra in the back of her mind and feels herself focussing, thinking about her power and nothing else. When the Anchor explodes it's a bright, green light, surely large enough to be seen from some distance in the darkness around her, and it makes her scream in agony. It also does short work of the Vieziri around her, and probably does something a little less comfortable to all the other victims of the ritual.

Work done, all Leilani can do is slump down, her hand burning and her mind screaming as she tries to catch her breath. A little fire magic and she can free herself, then all she has to do is stand up, and after that all she has to do is walk, and then... Then there's another fight, but it's one step at a time for now. More people will come and they will take down the Vieziri and return to their fleet - she will get people home. That's always been what she cared about most. ]

PLANETSIDE SEIGE

[ Somehow, she survives through the blood ritual and the pain in her hand, and it feels as though her arm is going to literally drop off, but none of that matters. What matters is moving forward and gathering whatever she can to help fight, and the pain she's feeling is secondary to that. As soon as the rituals were disrrupted a group of them ran towards the towns and cities, and Leilani is hot on their heals, rushing after them with her scrappy machete and all the strength she has left. She's exhausted and on edge, anger flaring her power more than anything else, but she is done with these things. She's done with being chased, with fearing for her friends, with her anger and her frustration and her own indecision.

She remembers her council with Cullen and the others, remembers her anger - about Orlais, about Ferelden, about her hand and the stupid world that just wouldn't stay fixed. It feels like it's eons away from this moment in time, her body moving as she summons Rift magic, a Veilstrike moving from the ground to hit one of the hunters, her magic drawing them together so she can try to encase them in ice. At the same time, it doesn't feel as though much has changed - one fight to another, constantly at war, constantly in the middle of it, as Inquisitor or as Leilani or as nothing at all. At least it's something, she tells herself, and if she has to hurt to make a victory then that's one less person that has to hurt in the end.

As the fight goes on she flags, a little, exhaustion catching up with her, but she doesn't really make any effort to stop for a break. Instead, she steps back to lay ice traps, following the traces of Vieziri around her, chasing them down and trying to lure them back to where others, stronger than she is, can take them down. It's only when she is close to collapsing from her own tiredness that she pauses, leaning against a tree and taking a few long, deep breaths. ]

Blood Rituals

[bryces_pup]

[There's no missing that bright light in the distance, lighting up the sky like lightning. Except that's definitely not lightning since she's pretty sure that even on murder planet, lightning isn't green. As she starts to move closer, she hears what follows it: a piercing scream.

Yep, not lightning. Definitely someone hurt. Fuck.

Riona's breaks out into a sprint. While she misses having armor, it's sort of nice to also not have it in instances like these where she's got to run like a motherfucker. It's also like, way less exhausting now to sprint like this. As she nears the source of the weird light, she slows a bit, hand reaching out and drawing out her shield. Maker knows what she's about to walk in on.

When she reaches the clearing, her heart slams against her chest. This is... is this what the villagers were talking about? Where their missing people go? And uh. That's a lot of dead Vieziri.

And that's a tied up Leilani in the middle of them all.]

Leilani! [Riona swings her shield onto her back before she runs up to the elf, drawing out a knife and starting to cut at her binds.] Was that you who lit up the sky like that? What happened?

Planetside siege

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has been fighting in the siege with his usual tenacity- not about to give the Veizeri any leeway if he can help it at all. He flickers in and out of his incorporeal form, Lyirum blazing as he does so- slicing down any cannibals foolish enough to get within the sweep of his sword.

At some point, he catches sight of Leilani, resting against a tree, and makes his way over. A stray Veizeri intercepts him, but is swiftly brought down as Fenris' hand rips through his chest. Doesn't matter what the alien- you take away what functions as their heart and they drop like any other living thing. He gets closer, frowning, trying to judge her state of being- if she's injured.]

You should get somewhere safe- you're exhausted.

Takeshi | Planetside | OTA

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi is in it to win it, so to speak. That is, when the Vieziri launch their attacks on the planet, he's ready, suited up in his usual black powersuit and flying into the scene with quite the speed and durability -- if someone's in trouble or needing a tag-team, he's there, screaming out fiercely but lacking puberty as he slams a fist into one of the cannibal's faces.]

Don't worry!! I'm here for you!!

[And he is. No matter what you need, he'll be ready to smash together some heads with you!

Or -- if you're so kind, there are quite a few times where he's being ganged up on; one can tell by the Vieziri flying left and right as they try to wrangle the boy, or the giant rocks he's picking up and hurdling at their heads. The cannibals with spears throw them, and he narrowly evades both them and the bursts of gunfire that follow.

Help a guy out??]

[reluctantbastard]

[Even though he's new to this entire place and he's not quite sure what the hell is going on, when Riona left to attack, Alistair wasn't that far behind her. He might not have his normal weapons and armor, but he's not against being flexible when he has to be. The armor from the Blue Fish is much lighter than anything he's worn in battle, but it deflects swords and arrows as well as Drakeskin plate.

In fact, it's put anything Master Wade has made to shame.

And, well, it's sort of nice to be back into the swing of fighting after months of nothing but meetings and arguing with nobles. Diplomacy isn't his thing.

A particularly thick group of Vieziri catches his attention, since a few of them start flying through the air. Frowning as he runs, he pulls out his swords and wonders if Oghren showed up when he wasn't looking. Because, wow, does that look familiar.

As he gets closer, a youngish-sounding voice reaches his ears and he picks up his pace. They wouldn't attack a child, would they?]

FOR FERELDEN! [Old habits die hard and he can't help shouting the battle cry as he leaps in to help the boy.] How about you fight someone your own size?!

[onlyanapple]

[Look, Takeshi, your favourite (probably) demon has finally arrived planet-side to be somewhat helpful. He wanders through, almost bored- absolutely not someone in the midst of a battle. He flicks a wrist idly, a few Viezri very abruptly vanishing with a faint pop. ]

You're grounded, too. By the way.

[moseyin]

[Cloud is another one of those 'brutes who distract the bastards for the infiltration teams' people, and when he spies a concentrated knot of Vieziri but nobody in the center (though a few of them fly out of the center of the group every so often) he takes off for it, hoping he's not about to run into a dead body.

He doesn't; he runs into a live one, specifically a Vieziri that was just flung at his face. He throws his opponent off of him, stabs him in the side and tears out half his torso for good measure before bludgeoning his way into the middle of this blood-slick gathering to find-]

Takeshi! What the f- why are you out here alone?! [AUGH don't interrupt him while he's trying to talk, STAB-KICK]

ATTACK THE VIEZIRI BASE MINGLE | Planetside

[whatisright]

[Justice has distributed information about the locations of the Vieziri bases to everyone planetside. He has given people a heads up about the numbers, defenses, and layouts they should expect. Anyone who volunteers will be given instructions on where to go--or maybe someone just stumbles into the firefight by accident.

The Vieziri camps are entrenched and well fortified with Gatling guns, laser weapons, and so on. Every camp is assigned a large team to attack it and all the weapons Justice has been able to get his hands on have been distributed.

The Vieziri are not going to take kindly to their camps being attacked, but wiping them out is the only way to save this planet. Good luck, Fleeters.]

[whatisright]

Planning the Attack

[It is impossible for a mortal to understand how happy Justice is right now. There aren't words to describe what it's like to be a spirit fulfilling its virtue, especially after it's been restrained so long.

He seems brighter as he works, like maybe there's a light under his skin that's beginning to burn, and he talks succinctly and animatedly about what he's found and how the attacks should proceed. When he's done, he rolls up the makeshift maps he's created, offering them to anyone who is listening.]

Are there any questions?

Attack on a Camp I

[He is so happy, you guys.

This is his element. The anti-aircraft weapons are destroyed, and the Vieziri fleet is wrapped up in orbit. The Vieziri are firing from their walls, but there's plenty of cover in the form of trees and foliage, and they didn't have enough warning to fortify their defenses. Some of them are panicking, and that makes their thoughts very loud.

Justice knows they're loading up the Gatling gun even if he can't see it. The thoughts sing to him. He signals to anyone he can see.] Get on the ground, stomach to the dirt.

Attack on the Camp II

[After they breach the walls, the attack gets much easier. The Vieziri still have guns, but their heavy artillery weaponry can't be used at such close range. Justice doesn't like using the gun at close range, so once he gets a few Vieziri at close range without their guns, he just pulls out a machete.

They have machete's of their own, so it's not exactly an uneven fight, but Justice can predict what they're about to do right before they do it, avoiding their blades before cutting one Vieziri down at the knee.

But with that distraction, another Vieziri from above is leveling its gun at him.]

Riona Cousland Theirin | OTA

[bryces_pup]

[Time to murder some cannibals.]

A. Preparations

[So uh. That sure is a fortified base they have there. With some weaponry Riona's not exactly familiar with. This might suck a bit, guys.

Nonetheless, Riona's ready (or as ready as one can be) for whatever they're about to charge into. She's sharpening her sword, making sure it's primed for the battle. It's also to help calm her mind and aid her in focusing. It's a bit easier knowing death isn't permanent in the fleet. But that doesn't make the prospect of what they're about to face much less daunting.]

I hope my shield holds up against their guns well enough. [She trusts Sokka's handiwork, but this... might be a bit much for it.] This is what I get for not commissioning a new armor set.

B. The Siege

[Plan's been made, everyone's ready, and now the assault's been launched. Time to fight, am I right?

Riona's on the front lines, so to speak, given that she's got a shield and all. And also a sword. Which she uses to cut and tear up a lot of Vieziri, once they manage to actually get into their base and are within reach of the blade. She tears through them, cutting them down where they stand.

But she also plays defense quite a bit. It's a little hard without armor, but the shield does a decent job holding up to whatever the Vieziri throw at her. There's a good chance that, if you're finding yourself swarmed with people or are of the squishier variety and need some protection, Riona will be charging in, shield forward, and bashing some people in the face to get them off of you.]

C. The Aftermath

[Ow, ow and ow. But hey, they won!

Riona's gotten injured worse, to her credit. This isn't all that bad. Still, it sucks to have to dig a bullet out of her arm. She winces as she pries it out with a knife, gritting her teeth to keep herself from screaming. As much as it hurts, it's a relief to feel the bullet pop out. With that out of her, she takes to ripping some of her shirt to use as a bandage. But it's tricky to wrap up the wound when it's on your arm.]

Can you give me a hand, please? Just tie this up tight.

D. Wildcard

[Hit me with your own prompt!]

Snow Villiers | Planetside

[heroofcocoon]

The Attack

[From almost the word "go", Snow has been fighting. It's a good way to mourn his losses. Yet again. He doesn't have to think. He just goes and goes and goes. He's as much a machine as any of the fal'Cie he's met.

He is a flash of white-blond hair and black suit as he moves, followed by an eerie blue light that seems unnatural. And yet, there is a look of odd peace on his face that many might not have seen before, an iron will set into motion as he jumps in front of someone and follows up one punch with a block of his arm that sends up sparks as bullets pelt his obvious shield.]

Are you okay?

Who Wants To Be A Zombie-naire?!

[He's used too much of his power. His arm aches in ways that he can't even begin to formulate. It's happened before, of course. It was happening before he got here and was only halted, not stopped.

But he can't stop this time. Can't stop the pain and progression. Black crystal travels up from his fingers and rips a bestial howl of anguish that no man could repress, even if he wanted to. His blue eyes turn red. Sure, swift measured movements become slow and sluggish. And when he's done screaming, all that comes from him is a sort of ape-ish grunting.]

The Attack

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk was trained to protect himself and protect others, but ultimately his battle training was meant for ships. For space. For complex 3-D chess with finite pieces. Not the mass of bodies that were the La'toli. He was holding his own to be sure, now that the important task of taking down the generators was done, but all it takes is one slip. One pause to long. Especially against this crazy things.

He drops when Snow moves in front of him, panting hard. He nodded his thanks, getting up and aiming his weapon over Snow's shoulder and firing. ]</sub>

Thanks for the save. Think you can keep it up for a bit while I pick some of these guys off?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was in the thick of things when it came to trying to stop the cannibals while attempting to keep them alive at the same time.

The big half crystal guy was not exactly something he was planning on running into when he started running towards the sound of someone screaming. He skids to a stop when Vash spots Snow and slowly puts his hands up. Shifting the gun in his right hand so he's holding the barrel of the gun rather than the handle. Not really sure if the surrender gesture would be something the person(?) in front of him will recognize or not.]

Whoa. Whoa. Hey there, buddy. [Vash smiles kindly and generally attempts to see if he can get out of this situation without getting himself hurt.]

Zombie Snow

[searingedgelord]

[Velvet just happens to be at the wrong place at the right time. She can't help but pause when she notices the change in the guy's arm and then his movements. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected from the planet's surface, but this was not it.. She's pretty sure she recognizes this guy, too. He's that one idiot she met who insisted on blocking the road. Great.]

What the hell happened to you?

[That's definitely the right way to approach this situation, right?]

ATTACK

[moseyin]

[The hair and the all black gives Cloud a touch of a scare when he goes hurtling past, but thankfully not the way he fights. Cloud puts it out of his mind as he concentrates on his own group, cutting down as many of the cannibals as he can but the damn bastards are fast, even against a SOLDIER. He gets more than his fair share of nicks, even one from a poisoned blade that slows him down and turns his stomach as the mako in his system works overtime to burn the toxins out.

Something comes at him from the side when he's unbalanced, sends him skidding and Cloud barely gets an arm up under himself when he's under attack again. Uggghhh this is gonna suck-

And then abruptly it doesn't. There's that guy again, decidedly not-Sephiroth. Cloud swallows back his nausea and pushes himself swaying up onto his feet.] Y- yeah. Shit. Watch out, some- some of their weapons are poisoned.

hermione granger | planetside | npcs welcome

[brainiest]

BEFORE THE FIGHTING

[ Before the actual fighting starts, Hermione is setting up a base camp. She's spent most of her time on the planet so far making herself useful in the cities, doing her best to organise things as much as possible. The supplies she was given from the Interceptors and she's hanging them out to anyone that needs them. Guns are photon blast rifles that behave like typical one-shot rifles with energy bullets, and a set of swords, durable, short and sharp. Hermione has one of those on her hip herself, tucked with her rapier, and her attention is focussed entirely on making sure that people who get weapons from her actually need her.

Otherwise, she's organising the medical supplies she brought with her - a handful of potions that were kept in her bag for situations just like this - and the first aid kids and five vials of Hi-Potion. Those, at least, she's keeping to herself, for emergencies, well used to playing the medic by now.

It's obvious she's running around and organising, trying to make sure everyone is ready, checking in with people she knows and trying not to look as though all her hair is about to fall out from stress. ]

DURING THE FIGHT

[ The Vieziri that come towards the cities are faced with a very unhappy Hermione Granger. She might not be as proficient as others when it comes to hand to hand combat, but she had spent more than a year and a half duelling and practicing and had been in her fair share of scrapes, battles and wars since then. Wand in hand, she casts spell after spell, paralysing and incapacitating anyone that gets too close to her; anything she misses comes face to face with her sword, even if she's clearly out of practice.

Later on in the fight, she's abandoned her sword and magic and is rushing through the attackers as a lioness, using her teeth and claws to weaken them - though she's clearly loathe to get anywhere near actually killing any of the Vieizir. The lioness form is a brilliant white colour, with large wings, and the marker that makes it obvious that it's her is the vibrant scarlet scar over her eye, just the same as she is as a human. She's mostly creating fear in the hearts of the people attacking and chasing them back or herding them towards people that can actually take care of them, but she's making herself as useful as she can.

Anyone that needs medical help during the battle is picked out and Hermione goes to their side to set bones or heal cuts or scrapes with magic. Anything else gets a little more attention using a potion or some of the first aid kids that were beamed down. ]

AFTER THE FIGHTING / WILDCARD

[ After the fighting, Hermione is clearly exhausted and it shows as she starts trying to clean things up and check on people. She ignores her own tiredness and the couple of bruises and scrapes she has herself, more interested in making sure the people around her are taken care of. Any familiar faces are likely to be grabbed in a hug and when she's done making her rounds she sits down for a little while, just breathing and relaxing. It's like being back on the previous planet - surrounded by people that are tired and doing their best, just needing a break to actually calm down from the rush of adrenaline. ]

before the fighting.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor's been doing his level-best to get a handle on the situation here. He may have only been here a couple of days, but it's apparent that a battle is impending - and him without his hammer. Just another strike on his list against the Atroma. It's too great a reminder of the time he spent on Earth without any of his powers. It isn't that dire, he remind himself, but he does need a weapon for what's to come.

It's with this in mind that Thor comes across Hermione's base camp. Clearly she's been preparing for this for a while.]

I take it these are for the siege ahead.

[He's looking at the swords, first and foremost.]

aurae "tempest" le paulmier | ota

[noprophecies]

a. takin' down gen--wait no nvm

[while a lot of technical talk always flies over Tempest's head, she can at least understand the basics most of the time. Generators, whatever they are, need to be taken down and taken care of. In fact, that's all she needs to know for her to tape a knife to her prosthetic and grab what little armor she has, more than prepared in the event of battle.

At least, she manages to help with one generator. Then she finds out about the blood rituals.

Her demeanor immediately shifts, going from annoyed determination to murderous necessity in the blink of an eye. Without a word, her plan changes and she's off on her own to hunt down the blood rituals instead. She certainly won't say no to someone coming along with her, but she isn't about to ask for assistance. This is a personal grudge. A very personal one.

She's liberal with her magic, mostly focused on attacking with fire, but also using the environment around them to her advantage. If Vieziri aren't being engulfed in flames, they're being crushed to death by the massive roots she summons from underground. And if that isn't enough - well, she isn't afraid to get her knife dirty]


b. after/wildcard

[although she's determined to take out her grudge on any blood ritual she is, she isn't too blinded by her rage that she can't and won't stop to help someone else in need. She makes sure to pace herself, though, and before an attack she can be found somewhere in the vicinity of the ritual itself, crouched under the largest tree she can find. Watching with her hand pressed to the trunk of the tree, murmuring quietly as she readies the roots to move when she needs them to.

After the fighting calms, she'll offer her healing to anyone who'll need it. Enough to close a wound, or to heal up a smaller injury completely, all while ignoring her own scrapes and bruises. She's taking advantage being in a huge jungle and having a great source to draw from, and if she looks tired, well - she'll pass out once she's back on her ship, thanks]

(as always, feel free to hit me with a different prompt if none of the above work for you. ♥)

james "sawyer" ford | ota

[rednecking]

a. i'm a man with a plan

[once again, Sawyer is struck with just how similar all of this is to his own experiences. At least, minus the cannibal part. And the blood rituals part. And - okay, so it's similar enough to unsettle him. And if there's one thing that makes for an unhappy, overly sarcastic and grumpy Sawyer, it's being reminded in droves of what he lovingly calls Hell on Earth.

So when plans are put into place to take down generators and what-have-you on the planet, he's more than happy to oblige. While the appeal of space has long since faded, he'd rather be up there than in a jungle of mystery where every turn has him expecting to see a flash of blonde hair or worse, brunette. It sucks, and he hates it, and if he's maybe a little more merciless than he has to be when shooting a cannibal or defending himself, well, he's allowed.

Being human, though, he doesn't jump into the thick of it. He hangs back for the powered or whatever folk to do there thing, providing cover when necessary and making sure to get their back. Not his strong suit, but he isn't so dumb that he's going to run in guns ablazin' either.

Of course, you did order movie quotes and sarcastic one-liners with your back-up, right? Well even if you didn't, Sawyer's here to provide. And he doesn't care if you get the reference]


b. take a step back, man (wildcard)

[you'd think running around fighting would tire him out and shut him up, but boy would you be wrong. He might be exhausted after all of that, and looking forward to the Greatest Nap Ever (tm) once things settle enough that he can get back to the Heron, but sarcasm doesn't take a break. Nor do nicknames, although he's running a little short on permanent ones. But this is the part of the finale where he also just does what he's told - clean-up, carrying the wounded, yelling at the wounded for pretending they're fine - he's pretty good at it, too.

Does he ever shut up? Nope]

(if none of the prompts above work, let me know/feel free to come up with your own!)

a!

[redatheart]

[Guns ablazing isn't exactly how Sayid is trained to fight either, but at the very least, he's a little bit more used to that style of combat.

Given that they're both down on the planet, it seems almost like fate that Sayid and Sawyer end up assaulting the same generator installation. Once he'd seen the other man, Sayid had actually moved to work more closely in tandem with him. They might have their differences, but at least Saywer is a known entity to him. He - mostly? - understands how he works. Mostly.

For the time being, he's hanging back as well. Shooting from cover, taking out Vieziri as they become a threat to others. He's precise, almost calm in his aiming. Still, his face is grim.]

I haven't missed this.

[You'd think, since he was a soldier, this would be Sayid in his element. But it's been nice to have a relative respite from conflict and death.]

Sokka | Planetside | OTA

[alwayscomeback]

[The Siege]

[Sokka is no stranger to a battle. He spent his years from birth to sixteen living in a world at war- and that last year he was an active part of it. He's faced foes a thousand times worse (the Vieziri, at least, can't throw fire and lightning at him) this, this he can handle. But even an experienced fighter can be overwhelmed by numbers.

He's been doing well, flinging out his boomerang to catch the more far-out Vieziri, while getting the closer ones with sweeps of his space sword. He's definitely been making headway- it's just unfortunate that one of the Vieziri manages to cut through the ranks, driving a spear down into the back of Sokka's arm, just below the shoulder. He cries out in pain and surprise, turning to slice his sword up to bring the Vieziri down. He's definitely not doing as hot any more though, his one arm dangling uselessly as he tries to slice around him with his sword arm.

Might be an idea to help him out or possibly drag him out of there, because he is not budging. ]

[Aftermath]

[Eventually, he is dragged away from the fight. Once it's all over, and he's been bandaged up, he's moving around again- checking on people. Primarily his crew, but if he notices anyone who's blatantly from the Fleet, he'll head over to them. ]

Hey. How're you holding up?

Aftermath; because i suck at combat scenes

[bryces_pup]

[Riona's a bit banged up, but she's suffered worse in the past. Honestly, her injuries are minor, especially compared to Sokka's.]

I'm not too bad. How's your arm? That looked like a nasty wound you got back there.

Furiosa

[kill_switch]

Bridge of First Breath or Broadcast

Furiosa is in her element; she's still recovering, but she's come far along enough to take control of the pilot's seat when shit goes down. By now she's flying the First Breath like she'd driven the War Rig; with an intimate and all-encompassing understanding in how it moves as well as the ability to push it to its limits when need be. Hopefully you're strapped in or otherwise stable.

She's also got her broadcast open and ready to receive, the device propped up and secured to the console so the feed shows her face. Do you need backup? She'll be there. Are you backup? She's good, but even she knows it helps to have a convoy.

Boarders

Some poor Vieziri souls luck out and are able to board the First Breath, but they're not exactly going to find a warm welcome; rather they've just antagonized one of the most heavily stocked and well-defended ships of the fleet. Furiosa herself will step away from the pilot's seat in order to show them the fun end of her shotgun. This isn't her first boarding party, here or at home, and she's falling into second nature defense and survival tactics.

Alternatively, if you've got boarders on your ship and need a helping hand; hers is a good ship to contact.

Bridge!

[bi_otic]

Not far aware, Kaidan is not only strapped in but ready for this. Granted, ship to ship combat isn't his specialty, but with the augment adding to his training, the guns are as much an extension of him as the ship is to her. If it weren't for their lack of firepower relative to the Interceptor fleet, they'd might be just as dangerous.

"Furiosa, we need to get closer to that warship but we've got some company..." Kaidan says, taking a few shots at some passing fighters but the real issue is the group that's gotten onto their tail where he can't get a shot at them.

jim kirk | planetside

[universal_charm]

the siege
<sub>[ There's a plan. They have a plan and a goal in mind and all they have to do is meet the goal. He reminds himself that the best laid plans never survive first engagement. How could they against people like this, who didn't seem to use tactics other than raw rage and battle lust? They just had to make the goal, shut down those generators and then stop whatever it was these creatures had planned.

Sure, easy on paper. Sounds great in a strategic meeting.

Best laid plans.

Even after the main goal is done, there's still fighting, still so much to do. Battling with guns from the ship and a knife or two, lashing out with martial moves, though perhaps he is at the disadvantage because he doesn't aim to kill. It certainly seems to get him trouble enough, especially against groups.

Help him or no, he'll keep fighting. He'll try not to hit you with a stray shot though, promise. ]

aftermath
[ He's never sure when it's decided it's over. It's just sort of release of tension, the settling of a weariness in its place. Limbs shook, and he could feel sweat chilling his skin, but there's no time to worry about such things. He merely wipes his face of sweat and blood and does what any captain does - starts checking on people, on getting things done. If he sat down now, if he simply stopped moving, he wasn't sure he could keep going.

So keep moving. Check on people when he came across them, work back towards his ship one step at time and try to ignore the sharp pain that was producing a distinct limp in his left leg. ]</sub>

siege

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris could have a lot of words about Kirk's general reluctance to kill people- even when they are so blatantly trying to kill him. It's absolutely going to get the man dead, Fenris is sure of that much. So, he keeps Kirk within his sight, moving in when it seems a few are getting too close, or he's dealing with too many in number.

Fenris, of course, has no qualms about killing the Viezeri - taking them down with sweeps of his sword, or occasionally plunging a hand into their chest and parting them very swiftly with their hearts. He doesn't pause, nor even look where they drop, just quickly moves onto the next. Only when there is a short break between the swarms of Viezeri does he pause for breath, coming to stand near Kirk, eyeing him over for injury. ]

There can't be that many more of them left.

Thor | Planetside | OTA

[rebuildyourruins]

a. generators

[Thor hasn't been here long. There's plenty he still doesn't know about the Fleet, about the show they're part of, about how it all works. What he does know is that these cannibals are shielding their own ships, and the success of this plan lies in taking out the generators. It would be easier with Mjolnir, but that isn't an option right now. He'll have to work with what he's got.

Whichever group he ends up in, Thor's one of the first to charge, cutting a path through the Vieziri with his borrowed sword and sheer stubbornness. It helps that he's got armor. As soon as there's a gap in the massed attackers, he'll turn and shout for any others to follow.]

Hurry! We can take it if we hit them from both sides.

b. the siege

[When the fighting begins in earnest, Thor's ready for it. He takes down the oncoming Vieziri with both his sword and a halberd he'd taken from one of his earlier foes. It's been a while since he fought with anything but hammer and lightning; it vividly reminds him of earlier times, training with other weapons until such time as his father deemed him ready to wield Mjolnir.

He uses his Asgardian power to his advantage, striking Vieziri in the chest with the flat of the halberd and knocking them into those coming up behind. More than once he hits one hard enough to send them flying into the forest beyond the base. Most of his blows are certainly hard enough to give the attackers second thoughts about getting up again.]

c. aftermath

[Even gods flag after hours of battle. The armor served him well enough, but a couple of gashes on his arms speak to how close the fighting brushed by. His cape's a bit shredded in places as well - better it than him, though. He takes a moment to lean against one of the anti-aircraft guns, sliding the sword back into his belt and shouldering the halberd. Thor takes a breath then pushes himself up and walks through the now quiet battlefield, stopping to talk to anyone he comes across. He's also ready and willing to help move any substantial fallen artillery or ship parts.]

aftermath

[cajunspice]

[It’s been a long time since Remy had been caught up in anything like this, a full on battle. It made him feel more than out of practice for such emergency situations, that he had gotten too relaxed while on the Fleet. Normally he wouldn’t think that was a bad thing, it was nice to be ‘normal’ and not have the worries from his world following him, but today he really wished he had kept up on his training more.

Holstering the gun he had borrowed from the Twin Roses’ security area, Remy dusted his hands off against his pants, more a gesture than to clean them. A hot shower, a good meal, and a strong drink was needed after today. Keeping an eye out for others he recognized on the field, he gave a glance to Thor as the other man got to his feet, Remy making his way towards his direction. It was nice to see a face that was not trying to rip his own off.]

Ya look like a man who could use a strong drink after this all.

Planetside | OTA

[hollystrike]

[A - This is How You Skim Rocks]
[This place stinks.

No, literally. It's rank to all her senses. She hates it. She hates the water supply. She hates the feeling coming from this planet. She hates the Vieziri most of all, though occasionally she might give them points for some weird fucked up style. All the glamour to be found down here is generally toxic in one way or another, and so when she pulls it from its sources she's quick to expend it as quickly as possible less it taint her, too.

Which means Katie is being creative. Having come down here specifically to make sure certain people hadn't gone and stupidly killed themselves, she takes to the battlefield to let off some steam with the help of, of all things, a piece of hard, metal wreckage from the jungle. Maybe it's from one of the downed shuttles. Who knows? She's taking very good care of it, though.

By which if you're in the battlefield you might find said wreckage hurtling down into the thick of things from up high, crushing a handful of these jerkass cannibals, Katie sitting demurely on the top of it.

What?

She doesn't have to get her hands dirty this way. And she and the wreckage are both guaranteed nice, safe, landings. No harm done.]

[B - Oh Fine, Glamour is a Limited Resource]

[So when she runs low, she'll do things the old-fashioned way, though she has enough in reserve for a quick getaway if needed, or to stop someone bleeding out. This is about where she needs a couple of magical singers, really, but what can you do.

She has a pretty laser sword. It might more function as a slightly overlong pretty laser dagger, these days, but whatever. In memory of you, Kirito. Let's stab people.]

[C - Wild card]

[Need a hand? Bleeding to death? Just want to check in on incorrigible pooka having the best fun time she can under the circumstances? This one's for you.]

A

[brothersboots]

[After dealing with the Vieziri on the Blameless, Edna has come down to the surface. And she regrets it. Everything about this planet is sick and gross and it makes her skin crawl even more than Lyuku did. There's nothing nice about this planet.

She hates it.

But, it still responds to her Artes, and she's wasting no time raining down boulders and sending out towers of crystal from the ground to impale people who want to eat her humans. And as a big sheet of metal lands near her, she realizes she'll have to watch out for a pooka too.]

That's overdoing it. Even for you.

[goldenglasses]

A - Before the attack

[What month long sleep? Vash certainly isn't acting like he's been asleep for a month. He's going in and dispersing cannibals. Rigging the generators to blow and all around living up to his 'Humanoid Typhoon' nature. He wasn't labeled the first humanoid natural disaster back home for nothing.

He makes special attention to visit places that are keeping prisoners for rituals and setting them free.

Strange thing is, no matter where he goes and no matter how much destruction, no one seems to die.]

B - After the attack

[After all is said and the giant ship falls from the sky Vash will sit quietly and stare up at the sky. He knows there is still so much more work to do. For now, he just wants a moment of quiet. He watches the pieces of ships fall from the sky and burn in the atmosphere. Silently tears stream down his face as he mourns for the lives lost today. They were not good people, but they were still a life.]

C - Choose your own!

[Think of something you want to do with Vash I didn't think of? Go ahead! Find him around the planet, communication tower, or the Twin Roses.]

B

[ecclesiophobic]

[The jacket is what catches Kurt's eye, the man having stepped away from a breather. While technically well again (and the correct age, much to his dismay--he liked being twenty-something again, thank you), he still has moments of feeling weak. Given how badly ignoring it worked on the last planet, he's opting for listening to his body and giving it a rest when absolutely needed.

His footsteps falter as he gets close enough to see the tears on Vash's face, and for a moment he wonders if he should leave. Worry keeps him there; the other man doesn't appear to be injured, but Kurt would never forgive himself if he were wrong.]

Alright, Vash?

Kaname Buccaneer | Space!

[axi]

[Closed to Freyja, Lunafreya, and others on the First Breath]

[Once plans are in place, and after Kaname contacts Luna, she and Freyja find themselves on the First Breath where they work on what they're able to do with their singing. Specifically, the idea is to hijack the broadcast system on the enemy flagship and use their songs to disable the Vieziri for a time to allow the Interceptors to get in some key shots with a lessened risk of return fire.

The best place for them to work is the cargo bay. It's away from the bridge, but it still has enough room for them to be comfortable and not overly cramped. There's a little time before things get underway, so Kaname figures a little conversation might keep them somewhat at ease until then.]

Thank you again for agreeing to assist us with this. I really appreciate it.

[Her words are for Luna, of course, as is her grateful smile.] We wouldn't be much use otherwise.

[After Battle, Iskaulit / OTA]

[Once the dust (mostly) settles and people are recovering and picking up the pieces, she can be found on the larger ship at all different places, making sure things are in order, cleaning up some potential messes, or just taking a little time to catch her breath. Any conversations would be a welcome diversion.]

heyyyy kaname-san

[livesfastdiesung]

[It's just like home, honestly, preparing to sing and help their friends out in battle. Just being on the fleet is still pretty similar to home, but this is an entirely different kind of familiar.]

Kaname-san, are you ready?