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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.]
lavellan | planetside
[ 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
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?
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With a nod of his head to his elven companion surely by his side, Rowan pulls one of his makeshift arrows out of the quiver on his back and readies his bow as he runs. He fully expects an attack on the way there, but they somehow manage to avoid any and all lifeforms until they reach the source of the bright green light. The sight is — well, it's something, and he only has a few seconds to really parse through what has happened before his eyes set on the two women in the middle. Both familiar. One clearly hurt. He darts toward them.
What happened? Is a great question, and for once Rowan is silent as he awaits for the elven woman to answer. He knocks an arrow and waits, hovering close to make sure that, if someone tries to get to either Riona or Leilani, that they have to deal with him first. ]
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I think we have our bearing.
[When Rowan gives him a nod, he returns it. He pulls from his belt the dagger that Riona had given him, and the dagger he took from a previous encounter with the hunters. His shoulder still gives a quiet ache with each move, but it isn't enough to stop him and follows as both of his companions rush forward. He watches for a moment as he crouches and waits for his moment to strike, and then he sees the pretty elf from before. He carefully takes a few steps out of the brush to move closer to Riona and Leiana, just in case.]
I don't remember explosions being mentioned when we spoke before.
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When Riona frees her hands she falls forward, gripping the wrist below the Anchor with shaking hands. The urge to curl around herself and cry is overpowering, but she refuses to break down in front of near strangers. She is the Inquisitor, she is of Clan Lavellan, and she holds herself high because she has never had any choice. Slowly, she shifts up onto her knees, swallowing the urge to cry out again as she shakes her head. ]
The Vieziri keep people for blood sacrifices. I wanted to make sure that people could find where they were and help get them get back to their homes.
[ She hadn't imagined that the explosion would be as devastating as it has been, but the last few times she used the Anchor it had only been her and a few people at her side. It's obviously dangerous, and she knows she has to make sure that she doesn't let it build up as much as it did this time. Discharging it is painful, but in the long run? It could save lives. Glancing at Zevran, she smiles wryly. ]
The green light was the Anchor. It's a discharge of it's power, and it causes an explosion like that. Don't worry - you're all safe.
[ For now. If it builds up again she'll just have to slip away and take care of it, easily done. Shifting, she looks around, trying to see if she can find herself a weapon. ]
I'm fine, don't worry, we need to look for survivors - [ Even as she moves she winces, but it's fine. She doesn't care. She has to move. ]
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There's a frown that pulls at her lips as Leilani explains what happened and what she did.]
We'll check for survivors when we're done making sure you're okay. Or if one of our fine gentlemen here want to take a look. If I'm understanding this right, [Putting a hand on the Inquisitor's shoulder to hold her still. Girl you should not be moving right now.] you walked into the middle of the Vieziri doing a blood ritual, by yourself, and made an explosion with the thing on your hand. Which looks extremely painful, considering how tightly you're gripping at it and your movements.
[Her frown deepens.]
How did you find this place to begin with?
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He lowers his bow for now, looping it around his shoulders. He gives Zevran a look, cocking his head in some vague direction. ] Think you could scout the area real fast, Zev? I'd offer to come with you, but I think I'm about to have my hands full.
[ Literally? because, unless someone stops him, he's going to try and pick Leilani up and off the ground in the hopes that will keep her from trying to do something stupid. ]
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[A simple answer as he steps into the shadows where they seem to bend and twist around him until he can not be seen. He keeps his makeshift weapons in his hands, just in case. His steps are careful and quiet and he goes further and further away from them. And then he sees them, rustling leaves from the trees and bushes, and one hunter all on his own.
He freezes in his place and when the Vieziri is close enough, he wraps his arm around it's face to cover it's mouth with his arm as his blade pulls across it's neck. Black blood pours from the slit and he quickly pushes the body into a patch of heavy brush. He gives it a hasty pat down and takes anything he thinks they might need before he makes a speedy retreat.]
We have company.
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[ Leilani's face twists a little - because she knows just how honest she has to be, especially when these people have come here to help her. The awkwardness she feels makes her stomach feel as though it's knotting up, and she has to take a few short, deep breaths before she's actually able to talk. Riona has a point; it's hurting, and she has to fight through it.
Shifting a little, she makes to try and get up, ignoring Riona trying to get her to stop moving. ]
I let them kidnap me. If I could find where they brought people I would be able to get people to help, and it worked.
[ But, oh, suddenly she's being lifted into Rowan's arms and she blinks, her cheeks heating just a little. Her hand is throbbing, but she lets herself relax, just enough that she can lean into him. The only thing that stops her from being completely relaxed is Zevran calling for them, and then she's wiggling, scrambling to be let down and drop out of Rowan's arms so she can grab a weapon and get moving. ]
We can't let them take the survivors. Let me get my machete -
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You let them - are you bloody -
[The makings of The Look are starting to form, and there's a lecture incoming. Oh no. She's gone into Mom Friend mode. But before she can, two things happen that actually manage to stop both things dead in their tracks. One, Leilani's lifted up and Riona blinks in surprise. Well okay then. That's fine. She'll just stand up and resume-
And that's when thing number two happens, the one that's considerably more alarming. She snaps around in the direction Zevran's at. Shit.]
Andraste's tits. I thought we'd have more time. [Sword and shield out, she heads over towards Zevran, eyeing the treeline.] Leilani's got a point. We need to get any survivors out of here, too. I can try holding them off while someone gets the survivors out.
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I'm fairly certain you count among the survivors here. We can fend off the cannibals, but there's no way I'm letting you run headfirst into danger when you can barely stand. You're far too pretty to die.
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[The threat of danger is momentary forgotten as he smiles at Leilani and sends her a knowing wink. He looks over to the tree line as Riona shifts into defense mode. They would be here soon, they were running out of time. The blade on his uninjured side twirls in his hand for a moment before he turns back to Rowan and nods towards where they came from.]
Take her to safety, I shall stay with Riona and find who I can.
[Before Rowan can even argue he is gone into the shadows.]
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I didn't need a second plan. This one worked.
[ But she doesn't need to be on her feet to be a bit of trouble for the Vieziri. Shifting in Rowan's arms, she ignores the pain in her hand and focusses what little magic she has left to build an ice wall between themselves and the attackers, hoping that Zevran isn't going to find it too troublesome to work around. Then she can't quite help the way she slumps into Rowan's arms, more tired than she was trying to let on. ]
I'm not too pretty to be useful. I still have my magic and my Anchor.
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edits 45 years later
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Planetside siege
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.
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Of course, there's no way that she can miss the glowing elf or the recognition of what is making him glow, and she sucks in a breath, her heart racing in her chest for a moment before she breathes out and moves forward. He's come closer to her and - oh, did he just rip out the Vieziri's heart? It's incredibly disgusting but also very well done. ]
I'm fine. I can keep going.
[ Pushing herself up, Leilani grins. ]
That was impressive.
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Except Justice. Justice could die in a hole.
He shrugs, turning to look around them, alert for any possible danger coming their way. ]
It is sometimes more efficient than a sword.
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Shifting, she reaches to gather some of the dropped weapons, shoving them into her belt before she flexes her fingers, Anchor sparking a little. It's painful, but the more she ignores it the better she feels. ]
I can appreciate the sentiment. [ How many rifts had she opened now? How many Vieziri had died from the Anchor or her magic? ] Are you well?
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It seems rather active. [Girl stop opening all the rifts.] I am... fine. I will be considerably better when all of this is over.
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It's not very happy with me. It'll calm down. [ She looks around, shifting to move forward, already on the hunt for more Vieziri. ] I think we can all agree on that one. To the left!
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[He nods and turns, lyrium flickering into life again as he swing his sword, catching the Vieziri on the shoulder and bringing it down. ]
This is getting tiresome.
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[ Was it? She'd like to argue that it was, but she's not entirely sure. What's done is done, however, and her focus is on the Vieziri that are coming after them. ]
There cannot be too many left.
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[He takes down another and exhales. ]
One would think. They do not seem to end.
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[ Is it an idea she's going to listen to? Probably not. ]
Are you ready for a fight?
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I'm always ready for a fight.
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Let's show them what we're made of, then.
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