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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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I...It is possible. [He thinks he knows where this is going.] It is hard to tell when they are not human, but I could certainly try. May I ask what you have in mind?
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Heh. ]
Put them under the impression, if you please, that you and I are the Captain and First officer, and that impostors have taken over the bridge!
1/2
[Brilliant, actually. And could earn them a lot of money. Vaguely, he wonders what is the Confederation-Wadjit exchange rate.
Vaguely, he also wonders if a proper angel should be thinking that much about absconding with private property.]
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Please, wait here.
[Unaware of Mister Break's ocular issues, he wishes he could have prepared him for this. But there is not much time left. Like a shadow - or a life form more solid than reality itself - he passes through his own crystal barrier, and then dives into and out of every single shooting Wadjit, one by one. It entirely surprises each one of them and takes less than a minute. By the time he is over, they are not shooting anymore, but taking their time to salute them in their growly alien language before trotting towards the bridge to catch the "impostors". It seems the cultural misunderstanding is over at last.
The barrier crumbles down around Mister Break with a dramatic bang and then disappears. Kevin is now walking around in anxious circles and agitating his hands as if he had something slimy stuck to them.]
Do not...[He makes the most disgusted face.] Do not ever ask that from me again!
[Weird, gooey and lizardy souls. Never again!]
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Do stop fretting.
[ Mistaking entirely the reason for Kevin's discomfiture: ]
It's okay. We're simply taking a bit of creative license with the truth. Anyway — mustn't dilly-dally!
[ He heads out, following the sound of shuffling alien feet. ]
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Creative license indeed. I fear they are under the impression that we are female. [Another disgusted grimace.] I had to reach for their old childhood memories, you see...
[The sounds of violence and shooting from the bridge are slightly disturbing, but Kevin knows the "intruders" will not be killed until mommy says so.]
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[ ... ]
You made them think... you're their mother?
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[What did you expect?]
So please, act motherly.
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You could have at least made me their father!
[ #priorities ]
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[Subtlety. Kevin is very good at it.]
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[ Because nobody here is the least bit defensive, what? ]
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Aw, Mister Break. Please do not be so upset. You are perfect the way you are.
Besides, our offspring will be startled by their mother's lament.
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The problem with dating a divine being is that they win every argument - no, actually. They shut down every argument before one can even begin. He'll go and have a sulk about that later, but for now he has to admit to the importance of more salient concerns. ]
Tch! Have it your way.
[ He steps onto the bridge, where the battle has come to a swift conclusion. ]
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Now, now, boys. There is no need for unnecessary violence. Mom, would you like to reassume the captain's seat?
[Which is probably the largest seat around. Enough space for Mister Break to spread his legs.]