Alert! Alert!

[thespaceopera]

[bright and early one Sunday morning, proximity alarms begin to blare. could it be another set of disorienting malfunctions?

no... this one is for real. the Drift Fleet is under attack!

any ship with a scanning array will pick up a small swarm of ships--roughly the same caliber as the ships in your fleet--swooping in fast from distant space. any pilot, engineer, or communications officer who remembers those strange blips in the radar over the last several months can confirm that this is that very same group that's been following them. this time, they're not leaving room for negotiations, and they will not respond to any hailing or threats. they are on a mission.

within minutes, weapons are live, and the fleet is fired upon. suddenly, the casual drifting of the fleet turns into something much more real, and much more dangerous.

do you follow your augment's call and run to your station? do you flee your responsibilities? do you wish you could help and can't? are the captains leading or floundering, and are their crews even listening?

for a few terrifying moments, the fleet will be hammered, and Atroma is silent. you are all on your own, dear passengers. your little ships are not prepared for this, you have not been trained--and your enemies have no such trouble. a few ships are even shot down, forced to make crash-landings on nearby stations.

things look grim as the terribly-outmatched little fleet fights to defend itself... until the attacking fleet suddenly turns and bolts back into the darkness without warning.

maybe the attack was a warning. maybe they were just testing you. maybe something frightened them off.

whatever the reason, you are all left beaten and confused, without explanation at all.]


ooc post → here
this is a little event to kick off April! and it is essentially a glorified themed mingle, so there is no rush to reply to this immediately. the outcomes of the ships have been predetermined, based on the augments of the crews. all of that information and more (including info for people on hiatus and who wish to opt-out) can be found on the ooc post as well.

flourish or buckle under the pressure, help or hinder, and most importantly-- have fun!

Comments

[invigorates]

Hopefully 'Atroma' will provide us with an answer, and you will not have to do something so drastic.

[dadlife]

... You'd be here if I got hurt.

[he says it like it's just a fact.]

[invigorates]

Of course. [ she winces when the ship takes a particularly sharp turn, has her leaning into joel's side a bit more than she had initially planned. ugh. ] That does not give you cause to be reckless, though.

[dadlife]

[he takes it like he expected it, bracing himself hard against their surroundings with one hand.]

What're they gonna do? Send me home?

[tch.]

Bring it on, aliens.

[invigorates]

You speak as if that is truly a threat. Would you not want to be sent home? [ YOU NEVER TOLD HER WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING. ]

[dadlife]

Only thing I wanna be there for is my family.

[and the comfort of familiarity.]

[invigorates]

[ and zombies??? ]

A valiant enough reason, if any. I take it there is little else you have there? [ she... knows how that goes. ]

[dadlife]

Nothin' left to have but people.

[invigorates]

Ah. [ she... isn't entirely sure how to take that, but she sort of gets what he's driving at. ] That would still make you a far richer man than some. Take solace in the fact that your family remains, even while nothing else does.

[dadlife]

[he sighs.]

This ain't really the best time for advice.

[invigorates]

Hardly ever an opportune time for such. [ just saying. she takes a chance in leaning away from him slightly, trying to peek out past their stupid fort and out the window -- do they have windows? out the door, then. I have no idea what I'm talking about. ]

[got_it_memorized]

Oof, my abilities can't do much for a concussion, but... burns are something I have quite a bit of experience with. I could come take a look, if you need it. Doesn't matter if it's your fault, an injury's still an injury, and burns can get infected easily.

[arcanepower]

It's just a little blood. I'm not about to faint like some noblewoman.

[He huffs, but he lets Hiro take him and guide him. His steps are on the slow side because he is definitely suffering a concussion and he feels stupid about it.]

You think I have a concussion? I am sure I have a concussion. [He stumbles and mumbles something in Thalassian that has the fervency of a swear word.]

[detectivewonder]

[The First Breath does a pass close enough to be seen out the portholes - close enough to buffet the ship with its exhaust wash, just to be absolutely sure that when their weapons open up, the Bishop isn't in the field of fire.

As the ship finishes and pulls away, it waggles, just a little, in a pilot's universal salute.]

During the Attack | First Breath

[detectivewonder]

[Tim is sitting on the bridge, feet kicked up and reading when he sees a blip on the scanners, and that's enough to make him sit up straight. There are those phantom signals again... he frowns, aggravated by the unknown, but it quickly becomes obvious that this time isn't like the other time. He pauses, takes a deep breath, evaluating, and reaches over to slap on the intercomm.]

Crew, this is your captain speaking. There's an anomalous situation going on. I want everyone at their duty station reporting in readiness in thirty seconds. This is not a drill.

Cass, if you're still aboard, report to - go with Steph.

Twenty-five seconds to check-in.

Caprine action; Fleetwide broadcast throughout

[truecaptain]

[ Kanata-- Takamina was a senior member in AKB0048. They were trained to sing and dance until they dropped, but they'd never be allowed off of Akihabastar if they couldn't fight too. It was learn or die, in most situations, and gratefully being a space idol comes in handy now and then. She wasn't around for the blips before, but she does no trouble when she sees it.

It doesn't take long at all for her to take up her position in the pilot's seat-- rather asked or not. Things were scary, but normal-- Far more normal than the past near two weeks had been for her. No matter hat, she was still a member of AB0048, especially in this instance. She remembered what she had heard Yuko say over the ear piece during the battle of Akihabastar: protect the light of hope. That's what 00 did. And even in the midst of flying out of shots, it's the thing she holds onto now as the only thing she can give the other crew members and ships.]

In your position, set!

[ The words fill the cabin as she takes the quickest second to ensure the broadcast is on. It's an odd time for music to go through to most, surely, but this is what 0048 days. The sound crackles and fades but she sings strongly and unrelenting. To those hearing there might even be the smallest sensation of a calm or confident wave-- you can do this. ]

Our past experiences and knowledge
Are just baggage
The wind keeps on blowing
And doesn't leave anything behind afterwards

Search for a new road!
Don't open someone else's map!
When you look up from the ground
you'll be back at square one!

Are we dreaming?
Do we believe in the future?
With no fears,
with no regards to our limits,
throwing caution to the wind!
Are we dreaming?
As newly born kids
Let's tear off the chains that control us!
Change! Change! Change your mind!
Change! Change! Change your mind!
You don't need to know anything,
BEGINNER!

[ Your battle concert will continue as unrelenting as ever even when Caprine is hit. The music changes, but each song remains about standing up when in adversity. Even when it stops the songs stop for a few minutes before softer ones begin. If only for a few more minutes. And for anyone on Caprine, your captain is definitely glowing and there's a fabulous light-show going on in there. It's what space idols do. But, in lighter news, music! ]

[idealistic]

Whoa--

[ he nearly loses balance again as he makes it to the engine room, but he recovers quickly. a cursory glance at the machinery tells him that everything looks fine, but Lloyd's been working around the machines long enough to know that cursory glances are not enough. delicacy is key, and this is far from delicate.

he hears Kaneis's voice crackle through just as he starts looking through the life supports, and he responds without pause. ]

Just made it! [ so far so good... looks like the life support wasn't hit, but Lloyd will need to doublecheck on that. ] How's it looking out there?!

[wilder]

Oh you know, like someone's trying to kill us!

[Always the optimist, this one. The ship gives another sharp turn again, and there's some shaking as a shot grazes the hull]

Look- I'll cut to the point- is there any way you can give me more mobility to work with? It's real hard to dodge right now with how slow we're moving!

Three Twins | Action

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is right on top of his duties the very moment the alarm is going off. He grabs the controls and with great skill moves the ship out of the line of fire.] Hold on everyone! [He shouts as he takes evasive maneuvers. The joky, goofy, and clumsy Vash that has been on the ship this whole time is gone and he's become extremely focused. Between him and Tsuna the ship manages to avoid serious damage.

As soon as the attacks stops and the ship is safe Vash is turning their ship around to try to see the other ships.] Is everyone alright? What about the rest of the fleet? [He knows he saw some ships get shot down and his heart is in the pit of his stomach. Kicking himself for not being able to help them better.]

Audio to Fleet

I hope everyone is alright. My name's Vash and if you need a hand anywhere I'm happy to lend it.

Three Twins | during the attack

[catamite]

[the blaring alarms were enough to get Nel scurrying to the bridge to see what was going on, but once there, the fear sets in.

the attack is frightening, of course. any kind of aggression startles and cows him... but it's the fact that he realizes what is going on and what he should be doing about it that really scares him.

he should be on the radar, helping Vash navigate, reporting to his captain what is going on. and that terrifies him. the responsibility looms up, the walls shake, and Nel shrinks back into the hall again.

squeezed against the wall, the little coward begins his retreat--eyes wide and hands pressed over his ears.

if no one catches him, he's spending the fight cowering in the bunk.]

Blue Fish | During the Attack

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka might come across as a bumbling clown, which is mostly true. He's kind of an awkward dork who makes halfbaked plans that usually fall through because he overthinks them. But in situations like this? Where he has no time to think, where he has to wing his every move, he is really in his element. As soon as he's aware of the attack, the goofy side people usually see to him is gone. He's all business as he whacks on the speaker to the rest of the ship]

Guys, we got trouble! [The pieces slot into place, the battle plan forms.] Hawke, I hope you're ready to blow things up, because we have literally no way of avoiding these guys. Beverly, get the med bay ready, even if we avoid injuries we're the ones with the blood supply, we're gonna be needed, Kairi, you help her. Katara, I need you on radar, Allen, you help her and keep an eye on things while I-

[There's an explosion, a sound of metal making a horrible screeching sound. ]

While I try to keep the ship from falling to pieces.

[GO TEAM BLUE FISH, GO GO!]

[dadlife]

[it seems, after a moment's pause, that they aren't really jerking around anymore. maybe it's over..?]

... You hurt at all?

Caprine // Closed to Crew

[principality]

a. [It was a normal day on the normally idyllic ship. Aziraphale was in his room, reading and drinking tea he had obtained from Mor.

And then there are sirens, and the ship lurches. More than usual. Lunching wasn't an uncommon thing for a ship, but it wobbled a bit and lurched again.

He put down his book, careful to not slosh tea on it, and stumbled out toward the cockpit, mug of tea still held firmly in hand.

He manages a suprised:]

Ummmm??? Pardon???

b. [BATTLE STATIONS. HE'S STILL CLINGING TO HIS MUG OF TEA. HALF OF IT HAS WOUND UP ON THE FLOOR OF THE COCKPIT.

He looks around, worried, and the ship is buffeted by another round of fire. He stumbles, clinging to his seat.]

Oh, fuck. Crew?!?! Can we...umm. Can we return fire?!

[everydayhero]

[it's more than a welcome sight when hiro feels the shaking, and rushes to the windows just in time to see the first breath on its course into defensive battle. the relief that tim is the first to respond to the distress signal is potent; he trusts tim's abilities beyond pretty much anyone else's here, personally.

[once the fighting appears to have stopped, and hiro has checked on everyone ever, he'll shoot tim a text.]

we owe you. a lot.

[invigorates]

[ she shakes her head once more. he really needs to stop worrying - that's her job >:( ]

I am fine. Are you? [ she assumes he is, all things considered. once given a proper answer though she'll push past the their makeshift hiding place, peering out to properly see if everything is over and done with. ]