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The SPACE OPERA Meme

► Your character finds him or herself in the pilot’s seat of a giant robot, the bridge of a starship, etc., etc., anything resembling the controls and/or comm center of a spaceworthy vessel. Displays show that the vessel is in an asteroid field, and far in the distance are a pair of binary suns! There is also a spherical space station nearby (please don’t appear in it, but navigate to it to explore it if you’d like). And all comms have been reset to an unfamiliar frequency. Everyone in the meme is on this frequency, though you can change them if you’d like

► If you’re welcome to players you don’t know dropping characters in your vessel with you, please put HITCHHIKERS WELCOME in the subject line. If you’re in a small vessel that can really only hold a few people, put a max number.

► Post with your CHARACTER NAME, FANDOM, VESSEL, and PASSENGERS WELCOME (if applicable) in the subject line, ie “Quattro Bajeena | Zeta Gundam | Hyaku Shiki | Hitchhikers Welcome (Max 2)” or “William Adama | Battlestar Galactica | Galactica | Hitchhikers Welcome.” If you’re dropping in as a passenger, just use CHARACTER NAME, FANDOM, ie “Leia Organa | Star Wars.”

► Please set up where your character is and his/her immediate reaction in your top-level comment!

► If you want to explore the space station, go ahead, make up whatever you want to find in it. It has Earth-y atmosphere.

► We’ll fudge “spaceworthy vessel.” Earthbound giant robots like Knightmare Frames are magically spaceworthy for this meme. Also they can move in space. Somehow.

► Transformers you guys can come too!!!1!

► If your character can breathe in space yeah whatevs have them floating around in space.

► There may be multiples of one vessel, of course (two Millenium Falcons, two Wing Gundams, two Tardises etc.).

► Characters who have no canon affiliation to a particular vessel (read: civvies and people who aren’t actually from space operas) are welcome to find themselves in any vessel, from a canon or one you thought up right now. Go ahead, put Buffy in Nu Gundam, a generic X-Wing, on the bridge of the Enterprise, or in something else entirely.

► Don’t godmod if your character decides to go on a killing spree. Don’t godmod if your character is trying to stop a killing spree. Restrain the urge to fanwank over whether X could beat Y and work together to play mutually fulfilling fights, should they start.

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[ maybe it's because he just worked a drop shift and has been on his feet for ten hours; maybe it's the lack of sleep in general lately, what with mopping up after the last mission and then the flu going around the ship. but as the turbolift door opens onto the bridge, he realizes he doesn't remember making the decision to leave medical and travel up here. he doesn't remember walking down the hallway, either, or getting in the lift.

but, he reasons as he steps out and the door wooshes shut behind him, this is space. if this is the strangest thing to happen to him today, bones'll count himself lucky.

'like hell i'm that lucky,' he thinks as he looks at the main viewscreen. 'there's your crazy right there, mccoy.' because where he should see the rigel system, there's nothing but emptiness and a huge station he doesn't recognize. not remembering walking to the bridge could be written off as memory loss due to exhaustion. but he'd remember jim announcing a changed course. with a deep frown he walks further onto the bridge, looking around to see who's on duty. ]

Edited 2012-12-28 23:57 (UTC)

Over here. [Angela nods for him to come closer, and as a afterthought adds] Sir. [something weird is going on, and the unsettling feeling means she's fallen back on protocol. It's a weird comfort.]

We dropped out of warp - not manually, it happened on it's own. We've been unable to re-engage the warp drive. [Angela lowers her voice.] Shields are up and holding, but weapons are offline. Can't get those up, either.

(ooc. this will be your ride today if you're so inclined! rescues, test runs, or hitchhikers both chilling in the cockpit or using the jumpseat are all fine.)

Strange. [ Amuro's fiddling with the Nu Gundam's comm links, the buttons on the cockpit's seat monitor beeping softly under his fingertips. He's been separated from the rest of the fleet, and triangulating his current position in relation to the stars he knows has proved unusually difficult. One sequence after another fails, until he's certain he's going to exhaust his options before he finds an easy resolution. ] It's not that they're scrambled...

[ Just kind of talking to himself while tapping away, oops. It totally helps. ]

What--!

[ Shinn's fingers are racing over the Destiny's ten billion buttons, pulling up one bright screen after another, all of which just confirm what's on the viewing screens, which is to say -- they make no sense! Two suns? Asteroids this big so close to Earth? His heart leaps into his throat, frustration and unease at the new stars almost completely overwhelming him. He slams a fist into the thick glass of the opposite viewport and yells into the communications systems-- ]

What the hell is this!

[ Some punkass kid is trying to send a video transmission to you! His voice is rude, irritated, and young. In the background of the video are a mess of blinking alert screens flashing all over his Gundam's displays -- he's been trying to get information about where he is, and failed spectacularly to get anything but blinking red nonsense. ]

You, in the white mobile suit!

[ Sorry, dude, you're more familiar looking than the Enterprise, so Shinn's going to try starting a conversation with you first... well, if yelling is really a conversation. ]

[ Oh, a yelling kid. Well, at least he can more or less deal with that kind of familiarity over this other absurdity. ]

A transmission? Who? [ The video link that kicks up actually stills him in surprise, because the frequency is totally alien to him. But he doesn't sense anything overtly hostile, and if the state of the other pilot's cockpit was anything to go by, they both might still be in trouble. Amuro stops his Gundam's coasting and watches the feed stabilize. ] You're coming in clear! Are you all right?

[ with most everyone down for the count with the flu and this being the graveyard shift, angela's in charge of the bridge. not surprising after years of seeing her climb rank and prove herself a damn fine officer. he walks over and peers down. bones appreciates falling back on routine as much as angela; the predictability is a welcome stability in the midst of growing chaos. ]

That's a whole lot of bad news all at once, Lieutenant. Do we have any readings on that station?

That's the other weird thing. We hailed it and - [she shakes her head.] There's obviously something going on, it looks like an active station but it doesn't respond to hails and I've got people analyzing any data we can pull but no information yet. We are picking up activity that indicates lifeforms aboard the station but that's all we know.

[there's a silence and she's pretty sure they're thinking the same thing] Maybe we should alert the Captain. [as much as it pains her to suggest that. They both know - every knows - Angela savors the hours when she's got the bridge. Some things are just meant for Jim to handle.]

I'm fine! More importantly -- where the hell is this? Where's the Earth?

[ He pulls the Destiny into a stable position around Nu, then gestures frantically, expansively at the camera with his arms, balling up his fists in confusion and frustration. ]

Is this someone's idea of a joke?

[ bones nods in agreement. it was going to be his next suggestion, but he's glad he doesn't have to say it. ] And Spock, we'll need someone to look through this data and...

[ even as he's moving around to where the intercom toggles are located, a flashing blue light and a shrieking sound like metal grating against metal fills the room. ]

What the--

[ there's commotion from the three other officers on the bridge, and bones watches helplessly as they disappear. and not like a transporter beam took them--like something tugged violently from their navels and dragged them through an invisible hole. bones braces himself, but the impact never comes. the light stops flashing and there's jarring silence in the wake of the terrifying disturbance. he looks around wildly: angela's still sitting next to him.

they're the only ones left on the bridge. ]

Emergency procedures, now.

[Fuck formality. The bridge now more deserted than it was before, Angela takes Bones' hand and gives it a squeeze to ensure herself that he's still there - that neither one of them is alone in this nightmare.] Yes sir.

[moments later, the klaxons are screaming and the lights have dimmed as a result of power being rerouted elsewhere. Anyone who wasn't awake surely is now. Angela's pre-occupied trying to get status reports from everyone when the realization sinks in that someone should have joined them on the bridge by now. It's still just the two of them. And not a single department has responded to the request for a status update.]

Maybe the lifts aren't working. Something's got to be wrong with the comm. It was on a channel that we've never used before. It's just interference.

[she taps her personal comm]Martine to Kirk. Get your ass out of bed.

[the silence is deafening.]

Edited 2012-12-29 03:25 (UTC)

Another Gundam... [ The Destiny is a sight for him, all right--it wasn't a Federation suit he knew, but there was no mistaking it. He banks the Nu to the regular symphony of indignation pouring through the line. At least the other pilot was lively enough to be angry. He'd just have to worry about the suit's origin later. ]

Calm down! [ Even as a reassurance, his voice carries the undertones of authority. Amuro keeps the Nu's stance neutral, even being slightly on edge himself. ] Whether it's someone's poor attempt at a joke or not, we won't figure it out by acting rashly in unfamiliar territory.

[ All his sensors were still completely blank save one solitary blip on the outskirts of the asteroid field. ] There's a station less than 20km from here. How's your fuel?

[ nothing from the intercom--not even interference, which might've explained why they can't reach anyone. he goes over to spock's station. ] Checking for life signs onboard. [ he announces his actions for angela's sake, but more for his nerves. the scan comes up with two human lifeforms--both on the bridge. he looks over at her, expression grim. ] It's just us.

[ he's not going to panic. he doesn't have time to panic: this ship automates a hell of a lot, but two people isn't enough to keep it completely functional. the klaxons are making it impossible to think, and in frustration he slams in the override code that will make it stop. the only two people on board are well aware it's an emergency. ]

It has to do with this station. That's the only thing that makes sense. Something brought us here. Something took our people--didn't look like it killed 'em, either. They looked like they were being taken. [ though from some of the things they've seen, he couldn't say which might be worse. he pushes that thought aside and goes back over, placing a hand on her shoulder. he'd appreciated her gesture earlier, and needs the same reassurance now. ]

Alright, Angela, you're the tactician. What the hell do we do?

Anybody who takes on my crew has to go through me. So I guess... they've got to go through me.

The ship can maintain well enough on it's own - especially if it's not manned. I don't know what happened to everyone else, but I'm going to find out. Maybe it's what they want, but I'm not leaving here without my crew.

[she leans over the console, entering a complex series of commands and codes to ensure that anyone who comes back to the ship will need to be Starfleet to accomplish anything.] Whatever you think you need for a rescue mission - let's get that collected in the next 10 minutes. And we don't split up. Deal?

[ as always, no one who should be on the bridge is, but at least in mira's defense she was called there (by angela, if it wasn't obvious). she lifts her head at the soft whoosh sound, momentarily moving from her post to approach mccoy. there's some relief in the familiarity. it's a welcome distraction to everything that isn't making sense right now. ]

Don't suppose you have any ideas about what's going on. [ of course she assumes he's been in sickbay this whole time, but it'd be nice to get some answers. ] Sensors are are maximum calibrations, but ... we're not picking anything up. Nothing that can help us anyway.

[Of itself, the jump seat in a shuttle cockpit is not the strangest place Mag's woken up- in seven years with the Knights, she's learned how to snatch catnaps whenever she can. What catapults it to the top of the list is that she went to sleep in her bunk on the Davis, and passive sensors aren't showing the larger ship anywhere in range.

She runs through a hurried check; oxygen levels good, fuel edging toward the low side, all systems functioning normally except the port airlock, which is helpfully labeled "DO NOT USE" in red paint- and the nav computer is reporting she's nowhere near their last post. She's been out a lot longer than she thought. At least she's back in uniform somehow with her sidearm securely in its holster, although her pockets turn up only two grenades and half a liter of methanol out of her usual supply of explosives.

Well. The sensible thing to do would be to lay low and wait, but her entire company is missing and Mag was never really the sensible type to begin with. The comm's on a strange frequency; whoever dumped her here is probably listening. It might be giving them what they want, but it's probably the fastest way to get some answers.]

This is Mag Sands, Lost Knights. I don't know who you are and I don't know what you're after, so unless this is some bizarre practical joke, you've kinda screwed up the 'assigning' part of this assignment.

Attention! All essential personnel! Our route to Zoq-Fot-Pig space has been... errr-- slightly altered by a sudden, and completely unexpected, opening into the Quasispace dimension. Our present coordinates place us just inside Ur-Quan space. Please feel free to panic appropriately, and then man your stations with renewed vigor and dedication that we might just have a small slim chance of escaping certain death.

Non-essential personnel, please proceed to the decoy-target projections of the ship. I think there is cake there. It will surely calm you as you wait for the inevitable. Thank you.

The Sovetskii Soyuz class warship Serket, currently commandeered by the young and ambitious Clan Goliath Scorpion officer Vriska is a sight to behold. Bristling with weaponry it slips through the void silently (like everything in space as there's no air, duh).

"That is an interesting vessel. It is quite the conundrum whether I should trade with you or take it in a Trial Of Possession...Perhaps you should attempt to sway me in one way or another, quiaff?"

Jr.? Was on the bridge of the Durandal, a 4000-meter long battle cruiser equipped with a needle-nosed battering ram for close encounters and enough energy weaponry to take on a fleet of Gnosis. Because in space, everyone can hear you compensating for something.

"All right, let's see what's lurking around this old rustbucket. I'm heading to the dock." He gave the bridge crew a cocky salute as he stepped onto the lift. Mary and Shelley could handle things here; he'd take a small complement of armed personnel with him to explore the station, if anything. Shouldn't even require boarding an A.G.W.S., since the 100-series had detected an oxygen atmosphere!

[Interested in exploring the station, but a space battle is fine, too. Jr. has his own A.G.W.S. mecha at his disposal as well.]

Edited 2012-12-29 14:12 (UTC)

Don't worry, everything is shiny.

[Kaylee opens the hatch to step down on to the planet talking to the rest of the crew as she goes. The sirens are going off on the Serenity. It's a weekly happening till she gets her girl some new parts.]

It's only a temporary set back. She'll be back in tip top shape in no time.

[Kaylee is standing on the bridge listening to the ship itself. She knows she shouldn't be up heck there are some shiny views.]

Doesn't the ship sound shiny?

[She turns around with a smile.]

[While one would think that robots would not need spaceships, especially the ones that turn into spaceships, the cold vacuum of space provides problems for a species that hasn't yet invented sweaters.

Alice is one with her ship, plugged into the captain's chair by wires at her wrists and the back of her neck. In the midst of the machinery one could almost lose the shape of her body.]

I have the latest in astronavigation systems. Why the fuck do I not know where we are?

All right. [The fishman in the back of the ship doesn't sound all right, but he's trying to be polite about it.] Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

[He's a psychic, and at a touch can know what's happening in the metal around him. Right now he wishes he couldn't.]

[This is very much the strangest spot Aveline has ever woken up in, even if she doesn't realize immediately just how strange of a place she's in. The shuttle is small, and the air has a hint of staleness in it that puts Aveline in mind of a cave.

She stirs to consciousness deliberately slowly, so she can control her reactions and open her eyes without shifting the rest of her body. There's no one looming over her, which is probably a good sign, but she's been in enough tight situations that she doesn't take that as enough reason to relax. It would probably take Hawke showing up and three hours of exploring this cave before she'd be be ready to relax.

She rises slowly, found herself in something that looks more like a strange sort of closet than a cave. Aveline's hand drops to her sword as she moves towards the door, only for it open for her.

She draws the sword, brandishing it at the woman there.]

Freeze where you are.

[No hitchhikers here, just another Gundam on the viewscreen--a rather girly-looking Gundam with long blonde hair and oh just... this. Rushing up and then pulling to a stop, pointing one finger at him.]

Hey you! Where the hell are you from and where the hell are we?!

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