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!

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[pompous_today]

[When the first signs of the attack had hit, Simon scrambled to the bridge to see what was the matter. He was looking for Robin, and was rather surprised to see someone- the ship's newest member, whose name he somehow had yet to catch- coolly watching the controls.

And appaearing to do nothing about it.]

Ah- what's going on?

[wordmiser]

[Jinx eventually glances over at him, and wrinkles her nose.

Then she shrugs. Stuff.

Stuff is going on.

A vague waving gesture towards hovering space outside is her only explanation.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon nods slowly.] Well, yes... obviously something outside. But do we know anything more specific yet?

[wordmiser]

[Well, that question might actually require words. how frustrating.

She narrows her eyes a little at him, pondering the proper way to handle this in her head. Syllables and various possibilities]

...Attack.

[Yes. That seemed to cover it. She's a little pleased with herself, and even gives him a tiny smile.

[pompous_today]

[Simon was reminded a little bit of his sister in that moment- when she could become stubbornly tight-lipped, or else mentally overwhelmed and unable to communicate with words.

He wasn't sure yet what this young woman's problem with speaking was, but he hoped she would loosen up a bit more.]

Then I should prep the infirmary... have you seen Robin anywhere?

[wordmiser]

[A shrug at the first half of his question. How much prepping did a space infirmary need, anyway?

Jinx couldn't be bothered to ask, however, and waved her hand airily towards the door.

Robin had been, bitched, and bailed already. She'd stopped paying attention. Something about 'responding' to people. Jinx had ignored him.]

[pompous_today]

[Not a lot, admittedly- but Simon was going to do what he could to prepare in case there were patients. And since there was an attack, there likely would be.]

Right... well. I'd better find him first, I suppose. Ah- good luck and stay safe.

[wordmiser]

[A lazy wave. Bye dudemeister.

have fun with that 'working' thing.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon paused at the wave and turned back around. The girl still seemed awfully unconcerned, and it was nagging at him.]

Ah- you do know what you are doing, right?

[wordmiser]

[A nod. She knew exactly when she was doing: Nothing.

But she also knew how to do the thing he clearly wanted her to do. So it was true on both counts!

That pleases her, and she smirks at him because of it.]

[pompous_today]

Okay. I, ah, suppose I should leave you to it, then.

[Simon lingered, half wanting to stay and see if any more information was forthcoming, but the girl didn't seem eager to spill the details either way. So, with a slight wave, he was off to find Robin.]