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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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And also makes her feel a little ashamed with the way she doesn't care and he does. Which makes her more angry.
She scowls deeper, lips pressed together in annoyance.
What exactly are they supposed to do about it, man? There are White Hats for saving people.]
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Do you know how to talk to them? To ask if we can help?
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[Dear lord, it only occurs to her now but... he might be one of the White Hats.
God save her from the good guys.
She purses her lips and finally nods. Yes. She's knows how to talk to them.
She has no intention of doing so, but she does know how.]
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Um. So are you going to?
[He is the goodest of good guys.]
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Why does he care so much? In fact...]
Why?
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Because it's the right thing to do. We can help them.
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She shrugs a little. 'Right' doesn't seem like much of a reason to her, you know?
they seemed fine. A lot of the people hollering where already doing the things.
She makes a vague gesture towards the consul. He can do it if he wants.]
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I can't. It's not my job, I don't know how to make it work.
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She gives a long-suffering sigh. Fine! Fine fine fine.
A nod of her head towards the consul once more, and a questioning head tilt. What, exactly, does he want her to do?]
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Gracias.
You need to contact them, ask them what they need. How we can help them.
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Then she divides the streams back into their various frequencies, then organizes them into 'calls for help' and 'offers to help'.
Then she gestures to the list she'd made of distress calls from the various ships on a screen. Pick one, man.]
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I don't know! I trust your judgement. I'm just the counsellor here.
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Leaving the list of options open, Jinx leaned back in her chair again. If he wanted to help so badly, he could pick one. She'd just wait right here while he decided. With her feet up on the comm equipment. And her chin propped on her hand.]
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Do you...speak? At all?
[This is getting creepy. ]
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She could, yeah. But did she really want to?]
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...I'm going to take it you're not going to.
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Nope, she's really not.
She waves her hand at the consul again. He sure he doesn't want to pick?]
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It was a notification of damage and a request for a spare part.]
Parts.
[does he have spare parts?]
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[She bobs her head in agreement, leaning back in the chair once more.
There ya go, man! You got this! More power to you!]
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[He's just gonna go find someone who can fix this, yep.]
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[She waves at him. Go on, man. That works.]
Bye.