Rhyme: What can we do!?
Heliodor: (has fallen to the floor)
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Eires remained calm despite everything else. She was strapped in tight and had been through rougher insertions before.
Sarah was having another rough day. Stowing away on a vessel that was now apparently crash-landing (or at least, it felt like that) was not her best idea....oh well, anything was better than Terminus station.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]The Solo Nobre Concern's loneliest post was behind the moon of Novo Solo - observing the planet below. Getting close to the planet was not an option; approaching orbit would result in being targeted by Great Leader's orbital guns, and arriving at Low Novo Solo Orbit would result in destruction by Great Leader's orbital guns. The drifting wrecks of the few cruisers that dared to try after the regime set itself up were testament to that.
An extraversal help ad had been placed out. The captain of the SNCS Revelation didn't know why the SNC had placed it out, or why they seemed like they had something shady planned - but regardless of what they were trying to do, the end result was clear; the Revelation's watch would not be spent peering down at the planet below, but rather into the space surrounding it.
Somebody had accepted the contract. The first Brigadors were inbound.
"Captain! We're picking up signatures."
Captain Nicolao Ludoviko looked over to his sensors manager - she had been given readings from the SNC that matched the likely signal an extraversal object entering normal spacetime would give off. "Looks like our Brigadors are here." He turned back out towards the viewscreen, nursing a cold cup of coffee. "So it is. Prepare the welcome signal."
They never got a chance to send it. Their would-be mercenaries exited whatever they were using to travel at a velocity everyone agreed was somewhere between "far too high" and "c". The bridge became chaos.
"Sir, vessel is closing in directly at us, travelling at 20 clicks a second-"
"-they're shedding some parts, their ship's falling apart-"
"-they're braking but they won't be able to kill velocity-"
Ludoviko belted out a "BRACE FOR IMPACT" and everyone strapped themselves into their chairs - himself included - as the tiny starship struck the Revelation in her side, her mass easily overcoming the vehicle's hardshields and smacking right into the armor.
Before bouncing off.
edited 7th Sep '16 2:22:56 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Nova: BRACE!
-And so every one is greeted to the roughest stop they have had so far, with the sounds of twisting metal, and crunchign bulkheads-
-Thankfully between both ships sheilding, the damage is.... Minimal, but your not exactly going any where at the moment-
-Annnd probaly have a new headache to deal with-
-Especialy since there now rapidly rotating and the ship is hissing-
edited 7th Sep '16 2:25:28 PM by Imca
-Almost immediately-
-Nova is hailed-
-By the destroyer she just rammed into-
-At least, you guess it's a destroyer, radar gives you that picture but what with all the spinning it's hard to tell what you just hit-
edited 7th Sep '16 2:27:18 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Revelation: Oh, by the gods that may be! You hit us at five k-loms a second, I'm surprised anyone's still responding.
But... yes. My corporate benefactors did request some assistance. I presume you are the Brigadors who accepted the contract they put out?
-Naomi is pretty badly winded-
-but after a few moments she ends up being able to stand-
edited 7th Sep '16 2:32:30 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Omar: Heh. I only need to give praise to Allah for the strength he's given me to handle such a small thing.
Yes, that is us. We are your "Brigadors", sir. May we make a landing?
-Well, there's now two Asagi-shaped indents in the inner walls of the ship- We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)
Revelation: I have to dissuade you from the attempt for multiple reasons.
Chief among them your rapid rotational velocity at the moment. But secondly, the fact there are enough orbital defense guns on the planet a couple hundred thousand k-loms behind us to put holes in a Spacer torus.
But we have you covered. A stealth ship is inbound and will... attempt to pick you all up.
edited 7th Sep '16 2:41:34 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Moaning on the floor of the hanger- Albert: "This is what? The fifth time something like this happened?"
edited 7th Sep '16 2:09:08 PM by Nemtsol
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