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

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer spots the gash, hoping there's not a concussion.]

You've got a pretty big cut on your head, though. I'd like to take care of that before you go anywhere else. Does anything hurt?

[idealistic]

--Huh? I do?

[ he brings a hand to his forehead and, ah-- yep, that sure is a sting. he flinches withdrawing his hand to find blood stained on his fingers.

well. that sure is a thing. ] I just feel kinda sore. I didn't even feel that.

[forsometimenow]

[She nods, leaning in closer to examine it.]

That's the adrenalin rush, most likely- you're going to feel that wound once it wears off. Come on- I'll get you to the medbay.

[idealistic]

Man, does it really look that bad? [ he knows that was quite a bit of blood on his gloves but jeez. ] Alright, just gimme a sec--

[ Lloyd stumbles a little when he moves to stand, a hand going to his head. he's a little woozy and he's certainly feeling it, which could definitely say something about his current condition: if it weren't for his Exsphere, he probably wouldn't even be conscious right now. ]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer quickly stepped in and threw an arm around Lloyd to support him.]

It does... if I had my way I'd have you lying down in your bunk, but I'm guessing you might not have that luxury if things are bad. Do we know any details beyond "we were attacked" yet?

[idealistic]

[ he appreciates it! he tries not to lean on her too much to not overwhelm her, but he still throws an arm around her shoulders so that he could use her as support. ]

Um… Kinda. I know one of the engines is busted, but we can still fly. Nothing else got hit too badly. [ he made sure of it, especially with the life support. ]

[forsometimenow]

[And Jennifer's prepared for that, happy to help him toward the infirmary and lean on her as much as he needs to. She inspects the head wound more closely as they approach the infirmary, already mentally running through treatment options.]

So we've still got life support and such- that's a good thing. I hope the other ships are okay... this attack kinda came out of nowhere and disappeared just as fast. Have you seen or heard from anyone else on the ship yet?

[She wants to keep Lloyd talking, hoping he doesn't have a concussion, which is something she unfortunately can't discern right away.]

[idealistic]

Mmn…

[ it actually takes him a bit for him to answer that for reasons unknown to him (hint: concussion), though the other ships are certainly in his thoughts. some of them were luckier than his was, with the sounds of their guns that he was able to hear from the engine room. some, not so much: he's pretty sure some of the ships either lacked a pilot, a security person, or both. no doubt they got hit harder than most.

but he's sure they're fine. they have to be. ]

I was talking to Kaneis during the attack-- we were working together to try to get the ship outta the way. I ran into the other guy-- [ Koujaku ] --while I was headed to the engine room.

I think… the only person I didn't talk to was the Captain. But she's asleep.

[forsometimenow]

[The delay in his answer wasn't a good sign. Jennifer frowned as she helped Lloyd sit down once in the medbay, quickly washing her hands and snapping on some gloves before going through the medical supplies they had, looking for something to clean the wound out.

However, she paused at that last sentence.]

I'm glad to hear the others are okay, but... you said asleep? How could someone sleep during an attack? [She then turns back toward him, dabbing something from a bottle onto a cloth.] This might sting, by the way- I'm going to clean out that cut before I stitch it.

[idealistic]

[ you know, he was going to answer her question about Flora's cryosleep, since he himself isn't sure if it's a normal thing, but then he's looking at whatever it is Jennifer is dabbing onto the cloth and looking… mighty wary. ]

Uh… How bad is it gonna sting?

[ he knows how alcohol works and that shit stings he does not like it ]

[forsometimenow]

Just a little bit- like any disinfectant does. If it helps, think about the stinging as the medicine combatting germs.

[She gently wipes at the cut, beginning to clean with practiced ease.]

Still wondering how someone can sleep through an attack like this... unless it's not a natural sleep.

[idealistic]

[ oKAY YEAH that stings. he lets out a soft hiss but doesn't say or do anything else. he's learned his lesson from Allen to not complain around doctors yep.

he does shrug at her question, though. ]

Beats me. I just figured it was some sort of weird thing fairies do.

[ because fairies are totally known for hibernating, yep. ]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer's glad for the lack of complaint- not that she wasn't used to dealing with it from Rodney, who was a massive drama queen over the tiniest of injuries- but cooperative patients were better than anything.]

Fairies... right. I'd forgotten not everyone here is human, but that could explain why she slept through this. Okay, next question- think you can handle me stitching this, or do you want something to numb the area first?