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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.]
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He turns and punches one of them hard in the nose.]
I'm helping defend my fleet!!
Why're you alone?!
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Takeshi's next throw manages to take out an airborne attacker though, so Cloud can't be too critical and instead just concentrates on sticking close.]
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[He flings a dude, newfound energy stirred up by Cloud's rebuttal.
The cannibal goes knocking his noggin into a tree, as Takeshi runs with surprising speed to headbutt another in the gut.]
Bet I can throw 'em further than you!
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But okay like, there's no way he's gonna let anybody upstage him that easily, not even kids who haven't hit puberty yet, so Cloud scowls and grabs the nearest attacker, hurling them over in the same direction so he smacks into the tree just a bit higher than Takeshi's.] You're on!
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He lunges forward and avoids a blade, tossing another high, high into the air, with a yell.
Cloud doesn't know about his super secret move. He'll surprise him with it!!]
You call that a throw, Mr. Cloud?! Put your butt into it!
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That stuff hurts!
[Oh boy, there he does, flying into the middle of a gang of 'em.]
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[Not that he's particularly worried about getting in trouble these days.
Heh.
He throws another dude into what is probably his friend. Cannibals are icky; he isn't sad about beating 'em up.]
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He hops down a slope, one of the arrows flying past his head.]
What's your plan, Mr. Cloud?! We could re-group with the others for numbers!!
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If they reach 'em, then there's gonna be a lot of deaths!
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[He follows Cloud's gaze, breathing a bit more deeply -- but still with plenty of fight left in him.]
What's your plan?
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[He goes shooting for the trees, running fast enough to make Usain Bolt blush -- once he's there, he squares up a shoulder, aims, and rushes the trunk with a gusto. It'll take him a few good hits, so please be sure not to let any of them through, huh?
Also, look out for that falling tree, please don't get smashed.
Takeshi can't accidentally kill his sour friends.]
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He doesn't look back, but he can hear the sharp crakks of Takeshi toppling trees, the cannibals likewise startling at the sound and screeching their displeasure. A few go for Takeshi but are easily dispatched, Cloud employing huge, sweeping motions to block the way. Anything to make it easier for them to block off the path and stall as many of these bastards as they can.]
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He stands in victory atop the fallen pile of trees for a moment before he leaps forward, kicking one of the only cannibals who'd gotten through the giant sword defense line; what a defense, by the way, and it makes Takeshi watch like a cheerleader for a sec in the background.]
Yeah, yeah!! Kick their ass, Mr. Cloud!!
[Now that the path's blocked — shall we continue kicking the tar out of these guys? Yes? Cool.]
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He bends over, hands on his knees as he gulps air, then heads over to Takeshi's side to make sure the kid's okay.]
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You — okay, Mr. Cloud?!
[Should he find some water to splash on you?!]
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[That's not remotely a reason he'd be fine, but whatever. No gross goop in sight.]
You did a good job, Mr. Cloud — gimme five!
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