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driftfleet2018-10-19 06:55 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-19 06:55 pm
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when you wish upon a star...
Suddenly, the SS Wonderduck and the SS Starstruck begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to into the same direction, away from the other ships of the fleet. Slowly, they move until they're side by side.
Over the two ships' intercoms, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
Tiiime after tiiime... ♪
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one: streamlined and shiny, but still somehow a little like the the former Wonderduck And Starstruck...
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Starstruck and the SS Wonderduck arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
"Congratulations - SS Starduck!
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
Over the two ships' intercoms, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
Tiiime after tiiime... ♪
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one: streamlined and shiny, but still somehow a little like the the former Wonderduck And Starstruck...
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Starstruck and the SS Wonderduck arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
[ Audio ]
[Because honestly, these alarms are too multipurpose, if that can be a thing.]
Glad to hear something good came out of this. And you're welcome. I'm Shiro, by the way, captain and pilot. I don't think we spoke before.
[ Audio ]
I don't think we have, no! I'm Escha Malier. Lab support, and captain of the-- well. I was captain of the Wonderduck... Let me see...
[ One mo, lookin' it up and double checkin'... ]
Aha! Yes! I'm now co-captain of the Starduck! Good to know!
[ Audio ]
[Look he had a robot lion living in his mind, computer voices are nothing.]
It's nice to meet you, Escha. I'm guessing you share captaincy with the captain of the Starstruck now?
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[ Good point. Poor Shiro. ]
It's nice to meet you too, Shiro. And, yes! Both Eugene Woods and I are captains. I didn't know that was allowed, so that's interesting.
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[He would guess but he's learned a long time ago that some people don't get anything near their professions. Why? Because Atroma.
There's a pause after that. The concept of co-captains brings back a strong memory. Thank goodness this is audio.]
It's definitely not common. I haven't seen Atroma assigned co-captains unless it was a fusion like yours, or people applied for it.
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[ She thought she had a theory on augment assignments, buuut it doesn't really work all the time, so it probably really is just random. Because Atroma. But she's still curious! ]
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