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.]

Comments

( SORRY this week killed me )

[queenmonarch]

So like... empathy? I mean, extreme empathy.

[ She does crack a smile when he says he's bad at it, and shakes her head. ] Hey. From where I'm standing, that didn't look at all like you're bad at it. But I guess I wouldn't know.

[ The light reaches out to Vash, and though it - she - doesn't yet have enough words to work with, there are feelings! Sure, the main feeling is still exhaustion, but also there's Hope! Relief! "Thank you." Live wires continue to crackle all around the room, but there's a suggestive tug toward a terminal stationed behind quiiiite a few of them.... it'll be dangerous to get to, and he might get zapped unless he cuts some of the wires! But it's reachable. And it also mentions something about "Source Locations" on the screen.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. I guess something like that. [He gives her an extremely tired smile.] And if you think that's good you should see my sisters at work. [He pushes himself up with a wince. Giving the glass a gentle pat and smiling at the light as well. You're welcome.

Vash tilts his head towards that terminal before pushing himself off and heading towards it.] I think it wants us to check out this one. [Vash stops in front of the wires. Hm. That doesn't look like a good choice for a man with a metal arm.] Got any rubber gloves? I think I want to check this out.