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driftfleet2017-11-11 05:54 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-11 05:54 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- alistair theirin,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- billy kaplan/wiccan,
- chuuya nakahara,
- cloud strife,
- fenris,
- freyja wion,
- hermione granger,
- james "sawyer" ford,
- justice,
- kaname buccaneer,
- leilani lavellan,
- looma red wind,
- prompto argentum,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sayid jarrah,
- snow villiers,
- sokka,
- takeshi,
- thor odinson,
- vash the stampede
sooner or later, god'll cut you down.
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.]
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.]
Aftermath; I hear you there
I'll be doing stuff one handed for a while, but I'v had worse.
[That's a blatant lie, the worst he's done before is break his leg. ]
Glad you're good- hopefully all of this mess is over now.
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I'd hate to see what that "worse" was. That really tore into your shoulder and arm. [Maaaaaybe she should nab Anders later on and have him speed up the healing process. Otherwise, that arm could be out of commission for weeks, if not longer.]
We can only hope. I'm ready to be rid of this forsaken place.
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[He'd appreciate that, he kind of needs his arm. Who knows what Atroma will throw at them next. ]
Ugh, me too. I want our ship to be spacebourne again and actually have maybe a week of worrying about exactly nothing. Just a week, one singular not-crazy week.
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[That's what scars are good for. Well, and to look attractive. Hopefully.]
Sounds like a far off dream. Wishful thinking and the like. Which I know sounds ridiculous since it's not like we've been here for months and months, but it almost feels like it.
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[There were already a lot of them, come on, Sokka.]
It really does feel like we've been stuck here forever. But if there's one thing I've learned from life on the Fleet is that nothing stays the same forever.
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[Said in an amused tone. She can absolutely picture him completely exaggerating the whole thing. "Two dozen came at me. With just a sword and my wits, and I took them on!"]
All too true. Soon enough we'll be back out and off to our next destination. I can't believe I'm looking forward to all that vast emptiness.
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[That is exactly what would happen.]
Ugh, me too. Just a break would be...nice. Not long, just enough to regroup.
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[Nice try, Sokka. She's known you long enough to call you on your bluff by now.]
It would be welcome. But at least there was plenty of game here. Did you get much of a chance to hunt while we've been here?
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[All the time, but his tone suggests he's in on the joke and absolutely fine with it. ]
I got a little done, I'm still not completely sure if the meat is safe, but hey- at least it's meat.
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It can't be too bad. The non-Vieziri locals would have needed to subsist on something, and importing food seems out of the question, given those guns we got shot down with.
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Good point. It can't all be crazy tainted stuff, right? Besides, I'm willing to take the bold risk in trying it for you all.
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As a captain should. Fear not, if you die in the attempt, I promise to run the ship as you would, in your memory.
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[She grins before looking back at his shoulder.]
You're going to take it easy while that is healing, right? If I catch you engineering somewhere on the ship too much, I'll drag you back to your room by the ear.
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Aww, but Riona. I've got projects to do.
[In his forge. Which has not been denied him. LOOPHOLE!! ]
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[That is the fakest excuse ever. ]
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Which I'm sure they'll happily wait for knowing that you have a serious injury that will impede you from doing said work.
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Ugh. Would it make you feel better if I relaxed. Like. For a day?
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