SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE

[Knight of Iron she/they]

"The ship hasn't been attacked before, not while I've been here," said Azgard, as he followed the robot.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

24 minutes ago, Ookla the Ferric said:

"The ship hasn't been attacked before, not while I've been here," said Azgard, as he followed the robot.

“Not while I’ve been here, either,” Arkin said, knowing full well Az had been on the ship longer than au had.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"It doesn't happen often," Schevin added. He tapped a couple buttons on his wristbank and pulled up a quick, loose schematic of ship. "I need to get to my turret. I'll vouch for you if you can't get there in time, but right now just try to get up."

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

52 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

"It doesn't happen often," Schevin added. He tapped a couple buttons on his wristbank and pulled up a quick, loose schematic of ship. "I need to get to my turret. I'll vouch for you if you can't get there in time, but right now just try to get up.”

As they exited the engines, Arkin reactivated au wristpad. An emergency comm was blaring over the speakers.

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Fadran you tell us what the comm is saying

its your rp

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

All combatives: to your stations. All noncombatives: to Airlock Saferoom Twelve. This is not a drill. We are under attack.

Schevin knew his way around this ship better than most--he managed to weave through some old back-end scaffholding and innards to reach his station as fast as possible.

His turret was waiting, prime and ready from its last real repairs. Smashing his thumb into the fingerprint lock, he opened the door and ran inside. Along the dash was his fantasy diorama, and to the right was his coffee machine. He ignored both of those, plopping down into his seat and grabbing the controls.

"Elmer, put it on!" Schevin shouted, gripping the handles.

Yessir!

The room faded away as a first-person laser-hologram display replaced it, placing him--virtually--like he was in the actual cockpit of the turret downstairs. Out the window he could see plenty of drones, interceptors, and piloted ships flying around in a loose dogfight. Most were pretty far off.

He cranked the right control stick twice, allowing the ship a few moments to rearray his weapons from Standard to Rapid-Fire to Precision, then tapped the Enhance button on the control monitor to zoom in his view, displaying his turret's current aim trajectory in a pair of crosshairs before him.

From there Schevin only had one thing left to do; he took aim and fired.

Edited December 8, 2021 by Ookla the Lad

[Channelknight Fadran]

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(I added stuff to my last post because it posted before I'd finished)

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

(I added stuff to my last post because it posted before I'd finished)

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Let’s say Arkin is a non-combative, but doesn’t really follow orders very well.

If, for example, enemies breach the ship, au be there, guns blazing.

Arkin acted like au was running to Saferoom Twelve, but turned at a different hallway than au was supposed to.

[Frustration]

E-IS-315k was not a lifeform and received different orders, droids were to continue their functions, and he had repairs to make.

And so swaping to his fusion rod, raced to the nearest damaged portion of the ship.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Oh hey, also, Star: if you wanna play as my AI cockpit buddy then go ahead

@Ookla The Raveness

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Anyways...

The first of the enemy attack drones exploded in a shower of sparks as his concentrated energy beam slammed into it. Schevin wasted no time from there, instead twisting his turret to the left to target another fighter. It zipped around in pursuit of one of their interceptors, cutting left and right with its anti-mo booster. This one was piloted by... whoever it was that had attacked them.

It took him a moment to triangulate a target lock and hold an assisted aim pattern on it, reading its movements with the fastest accurate algorithm Elmer had adapted thus far. Considering the level of skill this pilot had, however, this could only go so far: most of it was up to him.

He weaved his crosshairs about, following its movements for another few seconds. It started opening fire on the interceptor--and, committing a line of attack, it set itself up for a predicted target lock.

Schevin squeezed the trigger, and another blast of energy zipped out into the cold heart of space. It crashed right through the fighter's wing, spiraling it out of control into the heat of battle. The ship's correction system would get itself back to the cruiser, but in terms of combat it was out of the battle.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Arkin reached au destination, crouched in a hallway behind a wave of soldiers. Their jumpsuits looked like au,* but were purple instead of red.

*In this case, “au” could be translated to “his” “theirs” or “hers.” Remember - it can be used in all grammatical situations.

Edited December 8, 2021 by Ookla the Confused

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

@Ookla the Lad

@Ookla the Ferric

@Ookla the Frustrated

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Is it okay if I also RP as a villain? I was thinking space pirates?

 

[Frustration]

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Cool by me

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

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Awesome. And I’m making the leader Ieli, because why not

Kkek* Eaei lounged on ae throne of bones. It wasn’t technically a throne - just like Kkek wasn’t technically the ruler of anything. In name, ae was the captain of the Erkekkek**, a pirate ship around the size of an asteroid. But when ae had murdered the ruler of the Ieli Independent Federation (A rebellious faction against the Nexus. They hadn’t been stomped out yet because they weren’t even a little bit of a threat), all of the Federation’s ships and soldiers had just gotten folded into ae fleet.

Ae throne was made of hundreds of intricately carved bones, each which had been intricately carved in twisting shapes and spirals. There were from all different species, in shades of black, white, gray, and even green.

All of them were from the corpses of those ae had killed.

At the top of the throne sat a formidable-looking black skull with a row of grinning, deadly sharp teeth. It had come from the former leader of the Federation’s body. Whenever Kkek’s self esteem was running low, ae would take a look at that skull, think about all ae had given to end up here, and grin.

Ae reached for ae goblet, which was filled with scarlet human blood. Ae took a sip - it was delicious. Ae had never understood ae mate’s disdain for the taste.

Funny how ae still thought of au as ae mate. Ae would have to break that habit.

 

*Translates to “blood.” Ae had given up ae name a long time ago.

**Drinker of Blood. 

Edited December 11, 2021 by Ookla the Confused

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

@Frustration @Knight of Iron @Channelknight Fadran

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come hither ples

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

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Y’all whatcha doin

i created an entire language for this it better not die

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Uhh... people lost interest, I guess? There's only so much I can write about explosions.

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Uhh... people lost interest, I guess? There's only so much I can write about explosions.

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You can never write enough about explosions.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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I couldn't agree more.

A shell crashed into the ship, just a few turrets down from Schevin. The explosion rushed out in a sphere of plasma before fading out into the void. It shorted out Schevin's screen, red warning signals flashing as the alarms blared. He shouted and swore as the cabin shook; even from here he could feel the explosion.

Visuals, weapon relay, ammunition chute, heat disposal; all malfunctioning. Further diagnostics were either delayed or disabled. He'd gotten hit hard. Pulling away from the throttle, Schevin immediately broke into the wiring and got to work.

Edited December 31, 2021 by Channelknight Fadran

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

A shell crashed into the ship, just a few turrets down from Schevin. The explosion rushed out in a sphere of plasma before fading out into the void. It shorted out Schevin's screen, red warning signals flashing as the alarms blared. He shouted and swore as the cabin shook; even from here he could feel the explosion.

Visuals, weapon relay, ammunition shute, heat disposal; all malfunctioning. Further diagnostics were either delayed or disabled. He'd gotten hit hard. Pulling away from the throttle, Schevin immediately broke into the wiring and got to work.

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hehe “shute”

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Oh, shush.

Schevin frantically ran his fingers across the switches, searching for the cannon's main power supply. As soon as he found it he flicked off the power; at the very least no more heat would be building in the chamber. Now he just had to get eyes on the outside and start repairing.

Leaving the electricals open, he pulled up the main console and fired up a drone. He rerouted the visual to it, and put himself on manual direction: he felt a lot safer when he was in charge instead of a program. Within a few moments the screen went back up: he was seeing his turret from the view of a little maintenance bot now, and it looked really busted up.