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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.]
Yo.
He stops, however, at the voice. And quickly attempts to put the name to it.]
Kaname, what brings you to the First Breath?
Yeee
[Kaname stands up to walk a little closer so he can hear her easier.] Freyja, my friend from home, and I are planning to stun the Vieziri on the flagship, but we needed help to get control over their broadcast system. Your communications officer, Lunafreya, was gracious enough to assist us.
I am the latest and I throw myself at your mercy
I've made an impression, so it would seem.
[Of course, there aren't many blind men on the Fleet.]
That seems entirely like something that Lady Lunafreya would do. Do you need any assistance while you're here?
for shame etc etc
I'm not sure, what would you suggest?
bribes with tags?
[True, he's not a big drinker or a huge flirt like a certain missing party member, but he's good company nonetheless.]
I'm not a communications officer, so my input might not be the best, but if you need any equipment or refreshments during your stay, I would be honored to assist.
deal
If it's not too much trouble, water would be wonderful. And maybe a microphone of some kind if you could track one down. We can make do without, but it'd help.
slides in coffee for good measure
Water is easily managed. A microphone might be harder, unless you go to the bridge with the communications array, I believe. However, I think I can do better than water. There is some herbal tea on board that might help loosen your vocal chords, since it sounds like you'll need to project your voices.
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[Something tells her his thoroughness will never cease to impress her. Her tone might betray those thoughts a little.] That sounds like a wonderful idea. We'd both love some, since you're offering. And you're welcome to remain here and listen if you'd like.
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I shall take you up on that offer when I return.
[And even though he is blind, he does leave the area as if he is sighted and returns quickly with a tray of drinks and glasses for both of the ladies.]
There is also some coffee and juice if you prefer either of those.
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This smells very nice, thank you.
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You're welcome. I cannot have it said that the accommodations on the First Breath are subpar. [He smiles at the private joke that he and Tyrion have.] Our captain takes that very seriously, you know.
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It's not a bad thing to find important. May I take the tray?
[Not because he's blind, but because she'd like it to be a little less formal.]
no subject
No, it's not, but sometimes manners and the niceties of everyday life can be lost in a place like this. Especially in times of strife.
[And, as reluctant as he is to give up the barrier of formality that helping in this way allows him, he relinquishes his hold on the tray so that Kaname can share the contents with her friend.]
So, if you don't mind me asking, Kaname, how do you two plan on stunning our...acquaintances here and not the rest of the Fleet or the innocents down on the planet's surface?
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Sometimes other things are more important when we have to prioritize, but it's nice if we don't end up in that situation.
[Which she does, setting it to the side so Freyja can get what she might want.]
We'd love to perform for the Fleet, but it's difficult. At home, we're a group of five, and doing what we do with only two isn't exactly a seamless transition. Part of us is missing without them, you know?
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I agree that there are times when other things are more important than manners, but it's not as if I will simply throw them to the wayside. We have a break right now and it costs me nothing.
And I do understand what you're talking about. There is a fourth member of our small group that is not here. However, we've fought without Gladiolus a time or two before now, so it's not a great hurdle to cover. Perhaps you and your friend here can hold smaller performances if you'd like. I'm sure that you can find a place that would do.
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It's absolutely something we plan on doing once things settle down. There are just a few pieces we need to work out first.
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We're borrowin' your ship and one of your crew members for awhile!
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You must be Kaname's friend Freyja. [He holds out his hand in her general direction to take in a handshake if she wants.] I am Ignis Scientia, The First Breath's cook.
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Really!? That's so cool! What's your favorite thing to cook?
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Hm, I do appreciate a good fish meal. However, my specialty is pastries.
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[Hi, did you expect him to say something different?]
Even if your attempt is poor the first few times, you learn how to improve for the next time.
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Then I gotta keep tryin'! Believe me, I'm gonna do a lot of stuff when I can get my hands on some apples, promise.
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Trying is all well and good, but instruction from someone who already possesses the skills you wish to learn might be even better, Miss Freyja.
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—Ehh, I suppose so... it would be a lot easier with help... and the Bloodsport might enjoy it more if the kitchen there wasn't always a mess because I was trying....