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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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[The yelling in his ear is really not helping things here. He'd had a similar idea, guiding fire towards each other, but he pulls the controls back and swerves upwards as soon as he can. Too bad they've already sustained a lot of damage, and the climb is a little slower than he would have liked it to be. Bumpy, too.
His hands clutch tighter and he turns.]
There must be something for you to do other than pester me from the side!
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[Here, he gestures at the comm station. Still broken. Less on fire! His arm is smoldering, fabric cleared at some point in the bustle.] Honestly, I'd rather you keep your eyes out the window than on the radar for—Shit! Oren!
[Frantically pointing at the window now. Ship incoming ship incoming ship incoming]
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[He's so damned distracting. He has to pull hard to get out of the way of that one, and the fire still clips the backside, causing an explosion somewhere in the back of the ship and a rumbling that reaches across the whole thing.
He's so sick of this. Okay, fine--]
Here's how we're doing this! You have the radar, I'll watch the windows. Find us a way out and leave the dodging to me!
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[And finally he sits back down, ignoring the fire for now (as much as he could) and huddling over the radar. Mentally he goes through every military stratagem he knows of. It's hard when they all apply to fighting on a single plane. The free movement of flight makes things much more difficult.]
Keep... Keep above them for now! Above or behind. Buy me some time.
[If only fucking radar showed who was physically above them. Ugh, he's starting to hate space.] One coming from your right. Another's following it from the upper right.
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[Finally, he says. Oren works at saying above and out of reach of the attacking ships, but if his movements are anything to go by, the ship is giving him heavy resistance.]
I can only buy so much time, Messiah. Please tell me you've something in that head of yours for situations like this! [Spoken as he has to take a hard turn out of the way of said incoming ships. He pushes up and up, and the ship rumbles in how much he's pushing the engines.]
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[Or so he hopes. He points out the location of another few ships, jerking with the ship as it rattles.] I managed to hail the waystation before the comms went offline. The coordinates should be uploaded to your system. So long as we can get there—hopefully...
[He bites his lip, deep in thought.]
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I hate to interject, but I hope all this shouting means the two of you have some sort of plan?
[He sounds...oddly calm, under the circumstances, but that's because he did his panicking five minutes ago. Maybe he's just settling into the inevitability of imminent death.
Don't mind the bleeding head wound either. Nothing to see here]
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[Blips at the corner of his eye cause him to swear and he pauses for a moment to shout more directions at Oren before pivoting back to Felix.] What are you doing? You shouldn't be here. And—Are you bleeding?
[He's tempted to stand and move towards him but between Oren's speed and his own duty, it's just not a good idea.] You stubborn fool. [He says it with only a hint of annoyance, turning back to his burning station.] Go see ELN! We'll handle this.
no subject
He's following the directions, because as irritating as Mattias is, he understands that teamwork like this is crucial. If they're working together but separate it's better for the lot of them, but--]
Walking around will be no better in these conditions! For all you know, ELN may be injured. [Had she responded before comms went down? He's not sure. He grits his teeth, leaning forward a little as he pilots.]
Damn-- I can't go that way, there are more! Work on it faster!
no subject
Whatever condition she may be in, I doubt she'll be able to administer proper care under these circumstances.
[He spares a glare at Mattias after a somewhat alarmed look out the front windows] And you have very little room to lecture me. Look at yourself! [Not to mention certain stabbing incidents]
Saints and powers...
[He does, however, pause to realize parts of the console are still on fire, and extinguishes some of the smaller flames with a flick of his hand]
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[The fire. Is put out. Or most of it, at least. That mellows him into quiet, sitting in awkwardness until, finally, he clears his throat and turns back to the radar. Mumbling:] Thank you.
[Back to brainstorming. He continues to his mental list, throwing out nearly tactic until, finally, a ship they slipped past begins to blip into a wide turn on the radar. Another ship follows in an equally wide arc.
Interesting.
Their own ship was capable of sharp turns at high speeds, as Oren was expertly demonstrating. They could easily speed past the ships so long as they were turning. Granted, it'd set the ships behind them but so long as they were close enough to the station...
He looks to the window and sees a pack of ships ahead, the waystation behind them, close but seemingly out of reach. They were blockaded, or at least that's how it seemed. But with how Oren was flying, Mattias wondered...]
Oren. Up ahead. Do you think our ship could weave through the ones ahead?
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Shit.
It's a small thing, though, and he bounces back quickly enough. A tight squeeze, complex, but his mind is already working over the controls and extra maneuvers he can take in case. As creepy as this whole augment thing was, this was useful.]
Just what do you take me for, Messiah? [He laughs at the joking confidence, swerving out of the way of more fire. He's lining up with that blockade.] Tell me where to go and I'll take us there.
no subject
He watches with an almost morbid fascination as the stars whip past.]
Even if this insanity works in our favor, how long do we have to keep this up? Where are the other ships?
no subject
Oren! [His voice gets louder, more confident, as he plies himself up to Oren's station, one hand gripping the back of his seat while the other points ahead, motioning as he talks. ] Get the ships behind us to follow you and lead them into that cluster. Let's see if they can dodge.
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That's the best idea you've had yet.
[Most people probably wouldn't say that... But well, despite this activity being completely foreign to him, he feels confident. He has this knowledge now.]
Hold on! Both of you! [That means you too, Felix! They can answer questions later. Only split seconds after the warning, he picks things up. Takes the chasing ships in circles before diving straight at the cluster and forcing them to follow.
Hope his crewmates here like close calls as he weaves through these ships. The lack of cooperation the engine is having might not strike much confidence, either.]