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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!
golden + fleetwide broadcast
[Chaos might be a gentle word for these first few minutes. Mobilization needs to happen, and soon, or they're going to get blown out of the sky with the others. There's a Captain around here somewhere, isn't there?
Oh. This guy. It might be nearly comical, the way he glances back over his shoulder, if the situation were anything other than what it is.]
... What, you're not looking at me, are you?
[Guess who doesn't check rosters very often. Give him a second for his brain to reboot.]
fleetwide, after the attack
Well, that was an adventure, wasn't it? Nothing like a sneak attack to really get the blood pumping.
[His tone is as light and lackadaisical as ever, though someone more used to his patterns might find that there's a drop of something grounded and serious in it. He doesn't have it in him to ignore others who might need the help when the damage is almost literally right in front of him.]
The Golden is stable. And we have medical facilities to spare. [By "we," he means himself, specifically, though he isn't about to stop the rest of lab support on the ship, either.] If you need the assistance, just point the way.
during attack aka they've got this so under control guys
Yes.
But well, fortunately it's only been a few minutes so far since the start of the attack, so they're not falling too far behind with things--kind of--though the ship's definitely still periodically keeling and swaying under the current opposing blasterfire leveled their way. By now Megaman's already had his highly one-sided fight with a corridor wall courtesy of said keeling and swaying (the wall won), but that's still not stopping him from trying to take a good walkabout of the ship proper, both to track down the vital engineering spots and...well, crewmates are pretty important too! And crews usually have a--
Oh, there's someone, right as he rounds a corner. Anders looks over his shoulder and Megaman stares back, stopping short.]
Uh, yes? S-Sorry, I know t█ngs are a bit busy--busy right now but, b▒░-- [grimacing...of all the times to be having this problem, honestly--but no, don't mind that, you didn't hear anything and he's pressing on valiantly as he draws forward a bit:] Have you seen--have you seee▓▀-- [frowns] ...The captain's name is Anders, right? Have you seen--him? [nailed it]
NOBODY PANIC EVERYTHING IS FINE
I'm sorry, can we back up just one minute? I'm going to ignore the part where you're telling me I'm supposed to be the captain of this thing and just— are you broken? That's even an actual question, this time, not trying to be sarcastic.
[He makes a helpless sort of gesture to his throat. Injuries are one thing, he can handle those no problem, but this sounds electric and mechanical in a way he only just barely recognizes thanks to the augment. Which is to say it sounds bizarre.]
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Wait, so you--y-you're Anders? [Oh wait he's gesturing at his throat now, and...well, okay, so maybe the voice thing is going over a bit less well than hoped. Megaman attempts to sort of weakly wave it off, another valiant effort.] No, I'm ▄ot broken! ...Well, m-ma-maybe a lit▒e broken, but it's not boo tad! [...shit--] Too bad! Too bad, I mean. Got--g-got a bit banged around earlier, I th▒▓ it damaged █y vocalizer...but it's not a big deal! We need to--
[And then he pauses, Ander's earlier words properly catching up with him at last.]
...Hold on, do you ░ot know you're the captain?
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[He feels an inexplicable urge to defend himself. Or explicable, maybe, going by the way the ship shudders and groans under the weight of the assault.]
Never mind. Just... never mind. Is the rest of you still in— all normal, functioning order? I don't even know if my magic would work for something like that.
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Well, y-yeah, you do know now! That's a good th░ng. Letter bate than ne-never, right? [Better...late than never yes...the tone is a kind one through the popping and static, honest, HE'S TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO BE JUDGMENTAL BRO HE UNDERSTANDS THESE STRUGGLES...but at the question he blinks, straightening a bit.] But--yeah, I'm ▀etty okay otherwise! I c-c-can still move around, anyway. If there's anyth█ damaged I'll get right on it. Er...what--what does your magic usually work for? [Oh god why does this magic thing keep coming up it's getting pretty weirdly prevalent around here...]
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[A beat. How does he put this in a way that doesn't sound terrible.]
People. Ordinarily. [The ship's hull sways and groans, and he shakes his head.] But maybe this is a conversation better suited for somewhere a little less dramatic.
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But no, with the beat considered, Megaman's looking over with an expression that might qualify as somewhat sympathetic. Granted, he'll have to actually ask about this whole 'magic' business later, but for now--]
Like normal humans, right? Alright, go▄cha. It's okay! [Yeah, the whole groaning and swaying thing being a lot more important at the moment...] We can definitely ▒alk later, yeah. I'm just--g-glad I've found you in the meantime, captain! I'm an engineer...just let me kn█ if you need me to do something, or save homething you want to tell the others too?
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For now he tries to be decisive, waves for Megaman to follow him as he starts off down the corridor.]
Come on. We can get a better eye on things from the bridge, see what we can do to make sure they blow up before we do. [Engineering, engineering.] Could you do repairs, if we needed it? Emergency ones, if things start to get, well.
[He waves his hand at the ceiling. Worse than they are already, he means to say.]
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Anders waves him along and Megaman follows at his heels, listening attentively.]
Yeah, that's--t-that's probably a good plan. This ship has like--blasters, right? [Spaceships usually have things like that don't they.....] Shooting back would be a good s░art. But, yes, it looks like repairs are part of the database they added on to me! From what I can--
[Oh, whoops, there goes another round bouncing off the ship's side and setting off another wobble; he staggers a bit sideways into the corridor wall, behind Anders, but he's still talking even as he rights himself with a bit of a grimace.]
--Er, from what I--from what I can tell, our shields are holdi▀ up okay so far? Not too much damage yet, but I don't want to talk too soon... [Tempting fate doesn't seem like a terribly good idea, ah. As they near the bridge, though, he finally remembers--] Oh, right, and I'm Megaman! Uh. By the way. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but....m-m-maybe there's a nicer time for that, too...
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[He glances back from where he's stumbled again, barely keeping himself upright and (sort of) dignified. His slanting grin is meant to be reassuring, or at the very least defusing of the overall tension of being shot at.]
Megaman, that's quite a name. So long as everything goes according to plan, there'll be plenty of time for pleasantries after. [beat] Once we get the plan, anyway. You'll tell me if things start to go worse than they are already?
[Promising!!]
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But oh, the compliment in the general direction of his name--vague as it might or might not be--still does end up snagging Megaman's attention even over everything else for a moment. And, for probably the first time in this entire encounter, he finds himself returning Ander's slanting grin with a proper beam of his own.
Mostly because Anders is probably the first person to actually react to his name in a way that isn't neutral or incredulous around here, actually, +50% approval rating for you sir--]
O-Oh, it's a pretty normal name where I'm from, really....some people here think it's really weird, though. [HE'S REALLY GLAD YOU DON'T ANDERS pls let him continue to live under this illusion....oh wait, right, the plan, yes--] But y█, I definitely will! We should still be able to message each other, so ▒u'll--you can be one of the first contacted if I find anything else, even if we split up here...do you think that should be okay?
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Light fucking preserve us.
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Maker. Andraste's— flaming panties. All right. No sense standing around here waiting to become a very macabre wall decoration.
[This is the part where he's choosing to step up, yes. He is a healer first, though, and he steps toward Adrasteius at even the slightest indication of an injury.]
Are you all right? We shouldn't be standing around here, we need to— [the ship shudders, full-bodied and violent.] We need to be not here.
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I'm fine --
[He doesn't get another word out before they're struck with more turbulence; this time, he pitches face-forward onto the ground. He's not quick enough to land on his knees or even his palms, so he just lies there for a second, groaning. Ache radiates through his bones, and he can taste blood on his lip.]
I'm mostly fine.
[He breathes rapidly as he manages to get back on his feet.]
Just--tell me where to go, Captain.
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It just figures, doesn't it?]
Hold still. That's an order, since apparently I can give those now.
[He doesn't ask permission; white-blue magic spreads between his hands, a quick healing spell to address the injuries he can see. It won't address everything, but it can at least make the trek back to the bridge a little bit easier to manage.]
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Ah. It's not the Light, but it'll do. Thanks.
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[Briskly. He's more used to not being thanked than the other way around, but he still has more important things on his mind.]
Now, shall we? There's a place called not here that I'd like us very much to be, as soon as possible. [He lifts his hand to indicate a direction, and off he goes.] Come on, if we can get back to the bridge, we can get some kind of plan. Maker willing.
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Almost right behind you.
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Andraste's ass, warn a man next time, will you? What is that, that's cheating.
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It's a spell. Like the shit you just cast back there, but different.
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[It breaks a fundamental rule of magic; in Thedas anything like teleportation is understood to be impossible by most of the southern Circles. The closest anyone can come is stepping into and out of the Fade, but that's hardly the same thing.]
Whatever, just— this isn't important. If it helps you keep up, keep doing it.
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[He touches his ribs, just before blinking forward again.]
Healing isn't bad, though.
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[He doesn't even know if it could work that way, but he likes the joke, so there it is.]
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[He smiles.]
I'm grateful; really, I am. That particular magic--it's just a new sensation. Something to get used to.