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crux_fleet2014-04-01 11:49 pm
crux_npcs) wrote in crux_fleet2014-04-01 11:49 pm
EVENT: BAD VIBRATIONS PART ONE
Who: Wadjit, the Fleet, Plot Participants
Where: Space, The Teuberg
When: Evening, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None
The peaceful day is shattered by warnings and sirens sounding all through the Fleet, including the city. There's no surface safe, even the personal communicators are letting out alerts. Finally, after a good five seconds, an alarmed voice shouts out. "HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED! Counting at least seven destroyers, three frigates, and five War Serpents, possibly more, angling for attack vectors! Estimating fifteen minutes until combat range!"
There's a thirty-second wait, and then the communicators of the new arrivals start receiving messages. Civilians are directed to go to shelters, the military recruits are ordered to ship-board battle stations and repair areas, medical volunteers are directed to clinics and hospitals, and the militia has orders to take up defensive positions both in space and aboard the Teuberg, just in case.
The Wadjit fleet incoming is a boiling mass of capital ships, from frigate sized up to cruisers, all of them massive, ovoid, and covered in painted faces, huge fanged maws that actually curl back to launch fighters, mobile suits, and probes as they bore in towards the Fleet. There are at least 17 ships dancing in the void, with hundreds of assorted secondary assault units shedding from them like sporing fungus. The longest of them, armored with serpentine scales, are obviously the War Serpents. Their hideous maws actually open up while a cylindrical core slides out, spewing fighters and mobile armors out in a brilliant cloud of light. Those who have studied the enemy's vessels might recall that the 'cores' act as repair and resupply vessels in the battle, protected by their still-active 'skins' until it's time to retreat.
New stars flare in the darkness, in great circular blasts as the initial wave of defensive and offensive missiles slam into one another, and into energy shields, creating a huge tableau of warfare in its most silent and beautiful. The Fleet's responders are quick, spewing out hundreds of fighters and mobile armors like a dandelion spreading its seeds. They maneuver into positions, filling in three-dimensional formations and walls to defend against the oncoming wave of attackers.
After the initial spherical blasts, the Wadjit fighters, like great spiked claws, and the mobile suits, resembling hunched raptors, hurtle towards the fleet in an expanding mass of death promises. The only question now is how the stalwart defenders react.
[This is the Space Combat portion. Later, we will have the Virus drop in, and that will be a separate thread within this post tomorrow. This event will last for ONE WEEK, after which it will continue with backtags. Of course, once the virus drops, the effects will not be limited to this post.]
Where: Space, The Teuberg
When: Evening, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None
The peaceful day is shattered by warnings and sirens sounding all through the Fleet, including the city. There's no surface safe, even the personal communicators are letting out alerts. Finally, after a good five seconds, an alarmed voice shouts out. "HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED! Counting at least seven destroyers, three frigates, and five War Serpents, possibly more, angling for attack vectors! Estimating fifteen minutes until combat range!"
There's a thirty-second wait, and then the communicators of the new arrivals start receiving messages. Civilians are directed to go to shelters, the military recruits are ordered to ship-board battle stations and repair areas, medical volunteers are directed to clinics and hospitals, and the militia has orders to take up defensive positions both in space and aboard the Teuberg, just in case.
The Wadjit fleet incoming is a boiling mass of capital ships, from frigate sized up to cruisers, all of them massive, ovoid, and covered in painted faces, huge fanged maws that actually curl back to launch fighters, mobile suits, and probes as they bore in towards the Fleet. There are at least 17 ships dancing in the void, with hundreds of assorted secondary assault units shedding from them like sporing fungus. The longest of them, armored with serpentine scales, are obviously the War Serpents. Their hideous maws actually open up while a cylindrical core slides out, spewing fighters and mobile armors out in a brilliant cloud of light. Those who have studied the enemy's vessels might recall that the 'cores' act as repair and resupply vessels in the battle, protected by their still-active 'skins' until it's time to retreat.
New stars flare in the darkness, in great circular blasts as the initial wave of defensive and offensive missiles slam into one another, and into energy shields, creating a huge tableau of warfare in its most silent and beautiful. The Fleet's responders are quick, spewing out hundreds of fighters and mobile armors like a dandelion spreading its seeds. They maneuver into positions, filling in three-dimensional formations and walls to defend against the oncoming wave of attackers.
After the initial spherical blasts, the Wadjit fighters, like great spiked claws, and the mobile suits, resembling hunched raptors, hurtle towards the fleet in an expanding mass of death promises. The only question now is how the stalwart defenders react.
[This is the Space Combat portion. Later, we will have the Virus drop in, and that will be a separate thread within this post tomorrow. This event will last for ONE WEEK, after which it will continue with backtags. Of course, once the virus drops, the effects will not be limited to this post.]
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And with that, the 240 meter long destroyer begins to accelerate towards the front. They'll be needing help though. Due to technical problems, the ship can't both fire its weapons and move at the same time. That means they have a total crew of less than ten, less than half of the Abh Star Forces' normally small crews.
[OOC: Feel free to be sortieing with them, either inside or near the vessel. Maybe your mecha's deploying from Basroil's shuttle bay. Maybe you're on board to protect from boarders. I'd find it particularly hilarious if one of the cybertronians aimed it like a giant gun.]
ohaithar
It didn't even take him a minute to grab his weapons (except for his Special Grenade which he left in his quarters because he has a plan for that), and hustle to the first ship to depart. Yeah, screw all these manifests and loading and stuff. No one has the gears to tell the large, surly robot to get off.
"What's taking so long?" It's probably not that long, but Deadlock is not a patient mech. His guns are getting bored.
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"Sorry about that, Mister Deadlock. We'll need you to give us close support, since we can't move Basroil and fire her at the same time..."
Jinto desperately hopes that he remembers this means 'stay close and protect us from fighters and mobile suits' not 'fly towards the nearest knot of the enemy and begin punching it'. The antiproton cannon that runs the length Basroil's body is quite powerful but their current controls leave them no way to maneuver the ship and fire it at the same time.
Re: [open]
She was focusing more on getting a sense of where everything is in space and getting clear of the larger ships so they can at least launch the smaller craft and serve as a giant shielded decoy, or switch to 'weapons platform' mode.
"Taking us out. Smaller craft stand by for my all-clear."
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gundam has taught me that space battlefields consist of mspaint circles and lines
He does have their grumpy passenger to contend with though.
"Sorry about that, Mister Deadlock. We'll need you to give us close support, since we can't move Basroil and fire her at the same time..."
Jinto desperately hopes that he remembers this means 'stay close and protect us from fighters and mobile suits' not 'fly towards the nearest knot of the enemy and begin punching it'.
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She joined Basroil to help adapt systems for a crew without Lafiel's biological advantages, so it only makes sense she's keying up engineering at her station. Someone on the bridge has got to make sure everything's working right when the ship starts exchanging fire, after all.
And until there's problems, probably best that she doesn't break into things with any unnecessary updates. She'll simply note, "Ready," and give a nod in Lafiel's direction if the captain looks for any confirmation.
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But he was aware that they weren't psychic so in his spare time, he threw them a short text message. Hopefully, they'd have time to read it.
"I'll keep an eye on your progress. I would be disappointed if your ship took severe damage so I will simply have to prevent that from happening."
did he just tsundere the Basroil?
"I read several contacts. Distance, ten kedrel...nine...I don't think they've noticed us."
And then a little ping and he saw the note. Good to know.
"Thank you, doctor. We may need it if any of those fighters or mobile suits get too close."
Re: did he just tsundere the Basroil?
"We're approaching the active area. Fighters and mecha prepare to launch on my mark."
After her job of being a glorified transport was done... well, she'd figure out something.
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And the hazard of only recently becoming acquaintances: she's not certain whether or not that's already part of the plan. She settles on announcing, "Ready to reroute power." The worst that could happen, she thinks, is it will be read as presumptuous. But she hopes putting it this way will be fairly neutral. Just presenting an option.
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