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]

[ she seems pleased to hear that joel is at least staying with her. she would have worried if everyone was out there running around like idiots. ]

I would suggest taking your own advice, as well.

[dadlife]

... I'm fine.

[and then he. has to catch himself on something because evasive maneuvers.]

[invigorates]

[ way to go, idiot.

not that lioriley is any better - she all but falls flat on her ass when the ship jerks. but her attention seems to be more focused on him, ]

Are you certain of that? [ that would have been sassy as hell if this were literally anyone else. ]

[dadlife]

Alright, that's it.

[c'mere lior we're gonna make a fort out of this furniture in the corner so we have somewhere to crash into.]

[invigorates]

[ she can get down with that. not like she has any other options at the moment - aside from trying to escape to go and help but... there's nothing much she can really do still. this sucks.

now what... ]

[dadlife]

[now we sit here and ride out tay and koltira's teamwork. alex is probably... doing something to help idefk]

You're not already hurt, right?

[invigorates]

[ yeaaaah teamwork.

lioriley shakes her head. ] I will be fine. [ the worst thing so far has been the initial sound of the alarms. her ears are still ringing. ] What of you?

[dadlife]

Bruise, maybe two. Nothin' to worry about.

[he is less tense being this close to her right now than he was just getting healed. he's almost more comfortable being in a high-risk situation.]

[invigorates]

[ easier said than done. lioriley worries enough for the entire universe.

suddenly, another shot is fired from the enemy fleet and shakes the entire ship shakes. lioriley instinctively grabs a hold of joel - either to steady him should he fall (that's hilarious, considering their massive weight differences here), or herself. kind of debatable. ]

Have we any idea the reason behind this attack? [ she asks, if given the chance. ]

[dadlife]

[he gets an arm around her shoulder to steady her, must sturdier in his state than she likely is.]

Your guess is as good as mine.

[invigorates]

[ AND THE CROWD GOES WILD.

she leans into him slightly, appreciative of the support. she wishes she could do more than just sit here and wait. alas. ]

An enemy fleet determined to take us down? I cannot imagine why for. [ this is really confusing. ] Perhaps there is more to this 'reality show' than we initially considered...?

[dadlife]

No doubt about that. We've got some questions to ask the "Atroma".

[invigorates]

If they so choose to answer. [ and if they get out of this alive. how long is this assault going to last??? ]

[dadlife]

We'll make 'em listen.

[it can't last much longer.....]

[invigorates]

Dare I ask how you intend to do that? [ she probably shouldn't, but she totally just did anyway. ]

[dadlife]

I'm sure "however I have to" ain't the answer you're wantin' to hear.

[invigorates]

Not particularly, no. But I suspect I have little sway in your decision.

[dadlife]

People usually do.

[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. ]