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!

Comments

[principality]

O-oh!

[He falls a little quite, sinking into his seat, the ship being jostled and tea sloshing into his lap.]

Dear, dear.

[Such captaining skills.]

U-umm! I, erm, I assume you're doing, your, er, thing?

[paeon]

[ That gets only a small, grim laugh before she nods. ]

Of course. Captain, please—could you come this way and direct me? There, on the screen.

[principality]

Oh, y-yes!

[And he peers down at the screen. Umm???

Quietly:]

So, er, which dots are us and which ones are them?

[paeon]

[ O'danya glances over, unsure of how this man ever gained or retained his station, but at least he's being useful. Or trying. That's more than she could say for many other incompetents. ]

We are the one in the center. The ones revolving around us are likely to be our enemies.

[principality]

[He looks over at the screen. Hold on, he's seen a few specials about naval warfare! This can't be too much different! It looked like the arcade games the youth would play back home.]

Ah, I see. Erm...can we fire at...this one, here?

[He points at one of the dots, one that was hovering close to them.]

[paeon]

[ Her eyes flicker from one console to the next. She sees where Aziraphale points and adjusts the array appropriately before she manages a lock-on and begins to open fire. For however unfamiliar everything is, a fight is a fight and she has no reluctance in defending herself and her own. ]

Yes... A good choice, it would seem. Another!