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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!
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[He settles for the pilot seats, since it has a smaller radar and vitals report than the communication station for Katara to use. He gives a glance over at Hawke's snarking.]
The same brilliant prats who decided to shove us on these ships for television, I'd imagine.
[Right okay. It's like a video game. The blips are just...blips of doom]
Please tell me you know how to use the ship's weapons.
[He's trying not to think of what the guns would do to the other ships. This is about survival. Not idealism. Just...can't think, gotta act]
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Weapons? Maker, I thought these were for baking bread.
[ Fine, so he does still at all times have a quip up both sleeves and one boot. But if he couldn't quip and engage in combat he'd have died a lot sooner. ]
That does explain why things out there keep going 'boom' when I press the buttons. And the lack of bread.
[ ... ]
Just tell me what I'm aiming at.
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[Luckily, Allen was used to quip during a battle. It's how a lot of his friends fought, and how he did too to an extent. But right now, focusing. He stares at the screen and then glances at the screen showing the layout of the ship right.]
Okay! There's a lot, but I think the first priority should go to the one on our left near our wing- they're shooting dangerously close at our life support.
[He swallows a little]
Do what you can.
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[ His voice has shaded not--grim, exactly, but tempered of its usual buoyant humor like metal hammered sheet thin. So maybe on just the occasional occasion, he'll buckle down and just ...do what needs to be done.
Of course, if he can find a quip mid--whatever that was that just exploded behind them, showering both stations in a spray of stinging little sparks. Anyway. Give him a minute and he'll find something funny to say about all this. But not before nailing the ship to their left just a little off center, on about his third shot. So not uh, perfect, but not bad, either. ]
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[He looks up and immediately looks to check on the crew]
Everyone okay?!
no subject
[There might be some more banging going on as he tries to fix it. ]
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[ Just. He's going to shoot at more ships now. :|
...is that shrapnel in your shoulder, Hawke. >:C? ]
no subject
Hawke! You're hurt! [Getting up to rush over to him to see the damage. Yikes]
no subject
That little scratch? I doubt our fiery friends are going to wait for me to slap on a bandage. Let's get back to business.
[ Yeah! ...no. ]