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Post by Miss Sinia Bardi on Oct 22, 2007 12:29:52 GMT -5
A siren raises in Jidoor as the twisted and tainted airship Variloa passes into Jidoor airspace.
Still currently out of attack range of the city, the large ship slows, preparing itself for the onslaught it is about to unleash over the city in hopes of finding a single little lost crystal.
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Post by Clerian Soulflare on Oct 22, 2007 18:35:21 GMT -5
[OOC: Forgive me if this is unwanted, but it seemed like we were at a crossroads with two groups and no real movement in the story toward the destination yet. So...here's an attempt to run with the beginning presented ]Clerian, aboard the Hijrah, ran swiftly to the bridge from his seat in one of the weapons controls. In the distance, a strange and evil-looking ship loomed in the airspace outside of Jidoor. "They're already here..." he muttered, to himself but audible for others to hear. In his mind, he was angry at the fact that things would have to be rushed now. He preferred at least a little open time to prepare fortifications and alert the citizens, but there was no chance of that now. Looking to Nahla, Clerian asked, "Which of these is the communications control?" She pointed to the comm and Clerian quickly went to the spot, reaching in front of the person already stationed in that seat. "Ragnarok, this is Clerian Soulflare aboard the Hijrah. It seems the enemy has an airship of their own waiting outside Jidoor airspace," he explained calmly, waiting for a response. "Sorry," he mutters to the person stationed at the communications controls, suddenly remembering he pushed himself in the way to speak.
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Post by Vincent on Oct 22, 2007 21:40:58 GMT -5
"We'll worry about rudeness later." States Tresk, at the helm, his voice nervous as he sees the Variloa in the distance. "Nahla, Clerian!" He yells over his shoulder. "Weapon systems, now."
Nahla pats Clerian on the shoulder. "Come on, I'll explain on the way." She grabs his arm and scoots him off the bridge, her grip surprisingly strong.
Working their way down to the 01 deck, Nahla explains how the Hijrah's weapons work. "We'll operate the turret guns for this, its quite simple really. I'll take the upper deck guns station, you'll take the keel guns. Just climb down the ladder, get in the seat, strap yourself in, press the red button. Then just put your hands around the sticks and pull the triggers. You'll be dead center, you'll have command over a turret on the bow and aft that will sync up with your station. What you shoot they shoot. The system is on an automatic reload, just watch the display so you don't dry fire. Also, and this is very important, we use an air-cooled system so there will be a temp display on the view screen, if it gets in the orange or red, let up on your firing, we can't afford the system to... melt. Anyway, here we are." She stops outside a hatch, the little window shows a ladder that goes straight up and down. "There's a head set down there as well so we can talk to each other... oh one last thing, don't, and I mean don't! Fire toward the stern, you'll end up shooting the ship. If we are doing a pass, just wait till we go broad side again. Alright, got it?" She doesn't wait for a response. "Good." She open the hatch and volts up the ladder to her station.
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Post by Clerian Soulflare on Oct 22, 2007 22:02:54 GMT -5
"Simple enough," he thinks to himself, taking his seat and putting on the headset before pushing the red button, "Sort of like the SeeD gunships, but...with another set of battle space on the bottom to worry about."
Gripping the triggers loosely, he prepared for the upcoming battle. If they could destroy the Council's ship in the air, great. If not, they were in for a very long and bloody battle.
"I'm ready," Clerian speaks softly into the headset, letting Nahla know that he's set.
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Post by Rainii Loire on Oct 22, 2007 22:07:30 GMT -5
::Rainii had been chatting with Iole, who had come to visit her, when the Hijrah's call comes over the radio.::
"Oh, of course they do..."
::She turns to look back at Laguna::
"The enemy's already got a ship waiting outside Jidoor, which means things are gonna get interesting real quick...who's manning the weapons on this thing? Is it those soldiers we brought with us, or are we doing it ourselves? 'Cause let me tell you...it's been a long time since I've manned any of the weapons on this ship."
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Post by Miss Sinia Bardi on Oct 23, 2007 0:08:20 GMT -5
The Variloa encroaches closer toward Jidoor, then suddenly... the Hijrah and Ragnarok's radar comes alive, the screen filled with an ever increasing wave bearing down upon them. The sun becomes blotted out by a black blanket that swoops over a nearby mountain range.
It's swarm of Plague Coats as those massive black birds, they descend down upon the two ships like a tidal wave. Countless of these bird creatures dive between the ships, then swoop back up, using their steel like claws and beaks to pepper the hulls of the ships. They break apart and begin to attack at random.
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Post by Clerian Soulflare on Oct 23, 2007 17:46:54 GMT -5
Clerian's eyes seem to glow as his natural instinct kicks in. Without waiting to hear from Nahla over the headset, his eyes move almost like a machine from target to target as he fired the Hijrah's cannons in precise bursts at the swarms wherever they seemed massed together. That way, the three cannons would have a greater chance at tearing through quite a few of them.
Creatures drop like flies from the sky as the Hijrah's cannons fire from top row and bottom, but the swarm is massive.
"Nahla," Clerian called over the headset, "Is there any possibility of the Ragnarok or Hijrah sending advance parties to help the people of Jidoor before the battle gets drawn even more in toward the city?"
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Post by Natalia on Oct 23, 2007 22:35:56 GMT -5
::Iole stares out the window, her lip trembling a little at the sizze of the enemy ship. Still, anyone who sees her can tell she's about to jump out the nearest hatch and transform. She looks at Rainii & Kenny::
Iole:Should I go out? I want to help.
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Post by Rainii Loire on Oct 24, 2007 11:39:52 GMT -5
::Rainii looks outside, and shakes her head. While she had seen Iole in dangerous situations before, she had a hard time letting her go out there.::
"Not..right now."
::Her father still hadn't given them orders, and they couldn't just stand there anymore, so she decides to take control. She orders one of the soldiers who actually had any experience in an airship to take one of the weapons, and she herself would take another. The ship shakes as the Plague Coats hit the ship, and then begin to attack.::
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Post by Vincent on Oct 24, 2007 11:52:35 GMT -5
Nahla replies over the headset, back to Galeon. "Lets try to make sure it doesn't get onto the ground first! 2 o'clock!" From the sounds filtering down the ladder and from the headset, it sounds like Nahla is enjoying herself way too much.
On the bridge, Tresk takes evasive maneuvers, trying to avoid hitting the Plague-Coats head on.
Echoing through the ship, there's the distinct sound of metal stressing. Wary, a armed Rafee tries to get a glimpse of the hall from a window. Out, attached to the hall, is Plague-coat, still in bird form, tearing into the hall, trying to get inside. "Dammit! They got gremlins now!" He runs to an intercom and flicks it on. "They're on the hull, pecking at it!"
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Morgan
Determined Individual
I remember...
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Post by Morgan on Oct 24, 2007 13:26:47 GMT -5
(OOC: -_- Which ship am I on again?)
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Post by Kenny on Oct 24, 2007 16:03:10 GMT -5
:Kenny holds Iole so that nothing bad happens: "Stay close for now Natalia doesn't want anything bad to happen to you for now."
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Post by Natalia on Oct 24, 2007 20:14:15 GMT -5
::Iole is shaken from the attack, and grips Kenny tighter to avoid being flung to the ground::
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Post by Clerian Soulflare on Oct 24, 2007 22:22:21 GMT -5
Clerian continues his fire, taking down more and more of the Plague Coats. It was like picking pieces of straw out of a giant haystack. He did his best to make the most of his cannons, firing at swarms to take down higher numbers in fewer blasts, but there were so many, it was hard to gain the upper hand. Upon hearing the stressing of the hull, he knew there was trouble. "Isolate the location of the hull stress," he roared, covering the headset as not to deafen Nahla, "We can't fire on our own hull to get the thing off, so find out where it's trying to come in and get down there." [OOC: Completely unrelated, but good song choice in your sig, Rainii. Me likes Keane ]
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Post by Rainii Loire on Oct 24, 2007 23:33:09 GMT -5
::The Ragnarok fires at the Plague Coats, taking out a few, but not enough. They continue to fly into the ship, and attempt to tear it apart. Rainii calls out to another one of the soldiers to take her position, and she rushes back to the bridge--she may have a hard time manning the weapons, but there's one thing she knows how to to very well--fly. She immediately begins evasive manuvers, trying to shake of any Plague Coats that may be hanging on, as well as dodge the ones flying at them.::
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Post by Vincent on Oct 25, 2007 17:15:23 GMT -5
"Already on it!" It's Rafee, his voice blaring through Nahla's and Clerian's headsets, there's the distinct sound of wind whipping around the mic.
Rafee hooks his shoulder and waist harness to a high-tension metal line that's connected to the ship, his head protected by a leather aviators helmet and goggles, before he charges out onto the weather deck. The wind whips around him like a torrent, his footing barely able to hold onto the deck. In his arms is a assault rifle, loaded and ready. He kneels down and takes fire at a few plague-coats swooping above him, then charges to the the port side and looks over. A few of the plague-coats are still attached to the side of the hall. Taking another hook, he latches himself to the railing and opens fire on the beasties. He kills one and the others scatter. "Ya! I'm getting them! Tresk, for the love of gods don't jerk to hard or I'll be flying!" He yells into the headset.
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Post by Miss Sinia Bardi on Oct 25, 2007 17:23:21 GMT -5
A communication from the Variloa arrives on the Hijrah and Ragnarok's radios. "To the two vessels off our bow, this is the Order airship Variloa. We have just gotten word that your infiltration team has failed and is currently in our possession. Halt attack now or we will begin executions. Hold for image." The displays light up with a picture of the rescue team, unconscious, laying behind bars. "You have one minute to cease attacks and surrender." The com goes quiet.
An energy reading from the Variloa indicates the charging of some-sort of capital weapon.
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Post by Clerian Soulflare on Oct 25, 2007 17:44:13 GMT -5
Clerian was speechless with frustration. This was a battle impossible to win. They were trying to rescue one man and lost a whole team in the process.
Of course, that was excluding the fact that the Order's flagship was invading Jidoor with swarms of creatures and an apparently massive weapon trained on the two allied airships.
With a defeated voice, Clerian said over the headset, "Alright...any suggestions?"
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Laguna Loire
Determined Individual
Ex-soldier, traveller, journalist... oh, and President of Esthar too
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Post by Laguna Loire on Oct 25, 2007 18:02:36 GMT -5
((OOC - Jeez. Babysitting my nephews one day, watching my grandmother with dementia/Alzheimer's the next, and all of a sudden I have to make time to get on today just so that I don't fall all the way behind. Fortunately, I know how to run with things that get out of hand...))
:: Down in the docking bay, Laguna and Ward feel sudden motions that even the Ragnarok's newly modified inertial dampeners can't compensate for. Ward glances at Laguna, and they both realize that they've entered into battle. Laguna groans. ::
"Aw, come on!!! I had a plan this time and everything!"
:: Ward frowns, a silent question in his eyes ::
Ward: "......"
:: Laguna shakes his head ::
"No... you stay down here and check on it. We'll need it when we send troops down."
:: Ward grins ::
Ward: "......"
:: Laguna tries to scowl, but his familiarity with Ward prevents him from looking seriously angry. ::
"Hey! I'm not that old!"
:: And he isn't... not since the experiment. But over forty years of life had given Laguna at least a tiny bit of wisdom, despite his best efforts. ::
"I'll go up and check on things there. We'll call you if we need you."
:: Ward nods ::
Ward: "......"
:: While Laguna leaves, Ward goes back to his work... ::
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Post by Julie Loire on Oct 25, 2007 18:10:16 GMT -5
:: Julie has been completely out of her depth since the battle started. When Laguna and Ward left her to pilot the last few minutes to Jidoor by herself, they obviously hadn't expected an ambush. Now, Rainii had taken over, and Julie isn't sure what she can do to help from on board the Ragnarok. ::
:: When she hears Clerian over the radio, she takes the recently abandoned wireless operator station, but looks at Rainii before answering. ::
"We can't just surrender... can we?"
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