Once More, with Feeling...

[thespaceopera]

[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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[unbearablynaive]

[Oh boy, a rough ride, everyone's favorite. The Vision straps himself in and hopes the others were listening in on the comms. Otherwise, they're going to be in for a surprise when--

BANG!

--Yep, it's a big jolt, but as soon as they're steady he phases through his restraints and down to the airlock. The safety protocol can't be rushed or shortcut, so it's long enough that the others who want to board can gather.]

If we're all ready, let's go in.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash lands the ship with a grunt. Doing his best to position the ship in a way that if they have to he can launch them back out into space in a hurry. Once he's gotten the ship parked he'll come out to join Vision and the others ready to head out.]

I'm ready. [He holds one of the laser pistols he'd picked up on their travels at the ready to defend himself.]

[unbearablynaive]

Good luck, my friend. If all goes well, I will see you at the ship again soon.

[If he finds it odd that someone so adamant against killing uses guns, well, he doesn't comment on it. Perhaps it's set to "stun".

Either way, he begins to head deeper, staying intangible for the moment in case there are traps. There's gotta be something in here....]

[goldenglasses]

And to you. I look forward to us all meeting up again soon. [Spoken as if he has no doubt at all that they will as he also walks deepr into the ship. Hoping that he's ready for anything.]