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driftfleet2019-07-07 08:23 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2019-07-07 08:23 pm
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Once More, with Feeling...
[It comes at some point in the mid-afternoon, not that space is anything but timeless. The Fleet holds its collective breath as a lone figure works tireless at the controls, surrounded by as much machinery as could be feasibly cobbled together in the span of a few short weeks… But Zhade is here and working hard, and at last he finds an opening.
Communicators and consoles light up everywhere, broadcasting his voice and half-shrouded face in a broad echo. There's nothing to lose, and no reason to hide themselves any longer.]
This is Zhade! Prepare yourselves-- the shields are about to come down! You'll need to hit it with everything you have. Spells, cannons, everything, all of it. Don't you dare hold back, not after the heroics you've shown us time and time again!
[He wipes some sweat from his scarred brow and hits a button, broadcasting instead an image of the Marsiva. The space around it crackles and sparks visibly, lightning rippling over the barrier in a honeycomb fashion. This is the same view as from any of the Fleet's windows. The audio picks up the sound of things sparking and crackling around Zhade, but this doesn't slow him at all.
Instead, he roars a simple command:]
FIRE—!
[The shields are down, and all is laid bare.
What happens next is up to the combined strength of the Fleet, whether they are firing upon the ship to maintain a distraction or boarding the ship themselves.]
[ooc: Please see the latest drift post for information on toplevels, threading, etc. and what to expect.]
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He grabs a highly-customized auto-rifle that's been magnetically attached to his back.]
Where I come from, we shoot it. Willing to listen to options, but I'm for shooting it.
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[The waves of despair coming off it can't be anything good. Still, he remembers that the planet cried for its "sister" and who knows if this is it, twisted and corrupted, or if it's something entirely different, right?]
Take a pot shot, see what happens.
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We can try shooting it, but I'm not sure if that would work. It might just absorb it.
[There was one thing for certain, the longer they lingered in the room, the worse that dread became and the harder it was to stay and not want to run.]
Something tells me, though, that this isn't even Atroma... that this... thing... maybe swallowed Atroma... like some bad B-grade Sci-Fi movie.
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Worth a shot.
[He swaps the gun's energy over to Solar and gives it a few blasts with the hard light ammo. Nothing like using Light against the Darkness, right?]
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[Before Taako can get the rest of his question out, Lorden opens fire and Taako has to clap his hands over his ears as the gunbursts reverberated around the chamber. Well, if that didn't work, they definitely just rolled initiative and Taako isn't about to get left behind.
He does wonder, however, if the Atroma are still inside that thing. If the black ooze has consumed them or just covering them. If there's some way around fighting and if there's some other option he's not seeing here.
Doesn't matter now, he supposes, as he brings his umbrella up, pointing it at the black blob to keep himself ready. In the meantime, he presses a hand against his chest and casts Mage Armor, giving himself a little more protection. No sense in dying after all this.]
Well! That's one way to get its attention!
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Duo was used to gun fire, but that was pretty loud in such a closed up space.
Unfortunately for Lorden, though, the bullets seem to just get absorbed.]
Okay... so maybe physical attacks won't do it.
[But they definitely had its attention. The swirling rainbow colors on the oily black surface started to move faster, and the mass of goo began to quiver, like it was getting ready to move.]