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driftfleet2015-04-05 07:32 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-05 07:32 pm
Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- aang,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- belthazar spellscry,
- chris halliwell,
- cullen rutherford,
- duke pantarei,
- fenris,
- garrett hawke,
- hiro hamada,
- jennifer keller,
- krista kingsley,
- ladon ceto,
- lea (axel),
- lloyd irving,
- mattias larnaca,
- megaman.exe,
- nelkeila tarid,
- o'danya mitnu,
- robin redbreast,
- shirley fennes,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- varric tethras,
- vash the stampede,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas
Alert! Alert!
[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!
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!
no subject
Aha- Love ya! Now everybody? Hold onto something!
[In the next moment, they can feel the ship start to speed up a good amount as he continues evading the attacks. It sure isn't an easy ride, but there sure is a stop to impacts against the shield and hull.]
no subject
so far so good... he's not feeling any more hits, but he has to make sure. ]
How's it looking out there?!
no subject
They're still firing- but we're moving fast enough to avoid most of it!
[Sure, the occasional skim here and there- but not nearly the pounding they were getting before]
Other ships aren't doing as well. I don't think they can leave autopilot
You alright down there?
no subject
[ it's definitely not the worst thing he felt, especially since it didn't quite top Forcystus's blast to his back. there's a pause before Lloyd clicks his tongue. dammit... he would love to help those ships, but with their shields already so weak and with no guns...
...they still have to do something, though! ]
Damn... Is there any way we can distract them so those ships can get awa--
[ Lloyd doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence before oops, a stray shot manages to hit one of the wing engines dead on. it's damaged, but still able to burn fire. as much as he'd love to, Lloyd doesn't immediately move to asses the damage.
kind of hard to when you're half-buried under scrap metal and spare parts. ]
no subject
[The engine being hit causes the ship to start trying to spin out of control from suddenly not having two engines to stabilize it. Excuse Kaneis as he frantically tries to make sure they don't accidentally collide into someone else as he tries to recover]
Shit- those asses!
no subject
once he does "recover" (in the loose sense of the word, as he only crawls out of the mess and over to the panels), he activates the thrusters on the with with the hit engine. it won't help them to speed up, but it should get them to stabilize and stop spinning.
which is precisely what Lloyd needs; the room is spinning enough with how his head is feeling. ]