A Second Chance
She could feel the burning on her skin as she fell.
One Hundred...
She could feel the burning on her skin as she fell.
One Hundred...
A Second Chance (BSG/Kantai Collection)
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A Second Chance
She could feel the burning on her skin as she fell.
One Hundred.
Ninety.
Eighty. She felt her flock leap away.
Seventy.
Sixty. She felt a twinge in her back.
Fifty.
Forty.
Thirty. She felt her back ache.
Twenty.
Te- she was torn in two and catapulted upwards. Then it was over, for a moment.
She was built for war during a war and with that came certain sacrifices. Her builders could not spare time on perfecting their instrument of war because the need for it was too great.
So she was forged in fire alongside her sister, their bones still hot and skin but a day old. They swept the metal horde from the skies driving them into the deep black. For her valour she received a scar upon her spine, one that had laid there for fifty years. Others had joined it as age and strife took it's toll upon her body.
She felt it instantly as her spine continued to pull itself in two directions at once, a torrent of pain cascading down her spine.
She collapsed as her spine gave way shattering into a thousand pieces, some big some small but the result was the same. She would stay here.
Then she saw the metal stars in the distance turn a red gaze to her. They thought her crippled because she could no longer skip from space to space.
She still had her fists and legs to push those fists closer to the metal stars. She would not end with whimper like the young ones.
She pushed herself towards them as the two sent fire towards her. She held her arm up to block the fire holding most of it back but parts managed to get through and burn her.
Finally she got close enough to answer the fire with her fists, savaging one of the metal stars. It's compatriot replied by bathing her right arm in fire, crippling it. Then two stars leaped in behind her, splitting up and flanking her from two sides.
She was surrounded on three sides by the metal stars with the savaged one limping away. Her right arm was crippled but she still had her left. Twisting her body around she launched it at the savaged star shattering it.
The three remaining stars flung fire at her from all sides bathing her body in flame. Her left arm fell to her side limp as it joined the right in it's usefulness.
Then the young one appeared leaping from the deep black and jumping on one of the stars from behind. Quickly dispatching it in a hail of fist blows that ripped off chunks of the star. The remaining shifting the fire from her to the young one.
She could not perform her duty any more in her crippled state.
But the young one could.
She made her intentions clear, the young one moved away to gather her flock for they would need a new home.
Shifting her body she blocked the metal stars as they attempted to follow the young one, this could not be allowed.
This angered them so fire once again washed over her body and she felt herself begin to end, her right arm began twitching randomly.
With a great push of her leg she fell on top of the closest metal star that had approached to do more more damage, a costly mistake for it and a fitting end for her. For she would not go to her tomb alone.
She ended there her duty done, in this world.
North Atlantic, Unknown Location
A bolt of lightning hits the sea. Not an unusual occurrence out in the ocean but this one left something behind. Standing on top of the water where the lightning had struck stood a woman, Grey hair and age lines showing her to be in her mid 50's. Dark grey metal covered her frame in a skeletal manner. Thick metal plate covered her shoulders, wide turrets sitting recessed in pits along the length of the shoulders were barley visible. Strapped to her arms with metal ribbing where two large pods, a runway visible inside each one.
She didn't know how she got there but she did remember one thing, her name. Galactica.
This did not feel stable in the slightest, is the thought that comes to mind when you float in an ocean...what is an ocean? Salt. Wind. Fish. How could I know of these? I Remember being there one day, feeling the sand through my toes. I feel a tightness in my chest, engines read nominal, ammunition storage within safe temperature limit. The feeling of tightness in my chest worsens with a feeling of heat flaring up in my throat...throat. Airway, when obstructed clear to facilitate breathing in patient.
I open and my mouth and take a breath, my first. It tastes of salt. How can I know what it tastes like? A thought comes to the forefront. Latenken Soup, improves jonsen bread to barely edible crap over uneatable crap.
As I think I continue to breathe, it feels regular?
"Galactica" A voice calls to my right.
Standing on the water there is a black haired man holding a bowl of soup, steam rising off of it and obscuring his features. Yet I recognize his voice.
"Move us forward, maintain formation with Pacifica"
"XO, set condition one throughout the ship. Navigation sync jump clock with the flagship"
"Two, Dash, Two, N…...Five"
Nash, The first. Baptised in fire just like me.
"Scan, Report" He takes a sip of the soup, I open my eyes.
I feel the tingle on my skin and shiver as the air turns electric and bursts out in all directions. Some comes back with the lightest taste of metal on it, most with the distinct tang of salt upon it. Nash looks at me, expectant.
I send another burst this time, focusing to void a shiver. Maybe that will improve the result?
It does, the taste of metal calls from behind me, half a dozen different separate tastes I turn to Nash
"Contact, Karom 210"
Nash takes another sip of his soup, his jaw moving to slide it around his mouth as if it were too hot. He speaks to me again.
"Listen"
(· · · – – – · · ·)
"Indecipherable"
"Maybe it's a code"
"A repeating pattern like that? It would be only useful fo-"
"Distress, same principle as a krypter declaration"
(· · · – – – · · ·)
"Toaster trap?"
"Done to pull in small fry that respond to it. Could actually be some poor frakkers in distress"
"They would be expecting to pull in some fish...not a shark"
Nash grins at me, finishing his soup with a quiet slurp, wiping the remains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Action Stations"
One Hundred.
Ninety.
Eighty. She felt her flock leap away.
Seventy.
Sixty. She felt a twinge in her back.
Fifty.
Forty.
Thirty. She felt her back ache.
Twenty.
Te- she was torn in two and catapulted upwards. Then it was over, for a moment.
She was built for war during a war and with that came certain sacrifices. Her builders could not spare time on perfecting their instrument of war because the need for it was too great.
So she was forged in fire alongside her sister, their bones still hot and skin but a day old. They swept the metal horde from the skies driving them into the deep black. For her valour she received a scar upon her spine, one that had laid there for fifty years. Others had joined it as age and strife took it's toll upon her body.
She felt it instantly as her spine continued to pull itself in two directions at once, a torrent of pain cascading down her spine.
She collapsed as her spine gave way shattering into a thousand pieces, some big some small but the result was the same. She would stay here.
Then she saw the metal stars in the distance turn a red gaze to her. They thought her crippled because she could no longer skip from space to space.
She still had her fists and legs to push those fists closer to the metal stars. She would not end with whimper like the young ones.
She pushed herself towards them as the two sent fire towards her. She held her arm up to block the fire holding most of it back but parts managed to get through and burn her.
Finally she got close enough to answer the fire with her fists, savaging one of the metal stars. It's compatriot replied by bathing her right arm in fire, crippling it. Then two stars leaped in behind her, splitting up and flanking her from two sides.
She was surrounded on three sides by the metal stars with the savaged one limping away. Her right arm was crippled but she still had her left. Twisting her body around she launched it at the savaged star shattering it.
The three remaining stars flung fire at her from all sides bathing her body in flame. Her left arm fell to her side limp as it joined the right in it's usefulness.
Then the young one appeared leaping from the deep black and jumping on one of the stars from behind. Quickly dispatching it in a hail of fist blows that ripped off chunks of the star. The remaining shifting the fire from her to the young one.
She could not perform her duty any more in her crippled state.
But the young one could.
She made her intentions clear, the young one moved away to gather her flock for they would need a new home.
Shifting her body she blocked the metal stars as they attempted to follow the young one, this could not be allowed.
This angered them so fire once again washed over her body and she felt herself begin to end, her right arm began twitching randomly.
With a great push of her leg she fell on top of the closest metal star that had approached to do more more damage, a costly mistake for it and a fitting end for her. For she would not go to her tomb alone.
She ended there her duty done, in this world.
North Atlantic, Unknown Location
A bolt of lightning hits the sea. Not an unusual occurrence out in the ocean but this one left something behind. Standing on top of the water where the lightning had struck stood a woman, Grey hair and age lines showing her to be in her mid 50's. Dark grey metal covered her frame in a skeletal manner. Thick metal plate covered her shoulders, wide turrets sitting recessed in pits along the length of the shoulders were barley visible. Strapped to her arms with metal ribbing where two large pods, a runway visible inside each one.
She didn't know how she got there but she did remember one thing, her name. Galactica.
This did not feel stable in the slightest, is the thought that comes to mind when you float in an ocean...what is an ocean? Salt. Wind. Fish. How could I know of these? I Remember being there one day, feeling the sand through my toes. I feel a tightness in my chest, engines read nominal, ammunition storage within safe temperature limit. The feeling of tightness in my chest worsens with a feeling of heat flaring up in my throat...throat. Airway, when obstructed clear to facilitate breathing in patient.
I open and my mouth and take a breath, my first. It tastes of salt. How can I know what it tastes like? A thought comes to the forefront. Latenken Soup, improves jonsen bread to barely edible crap over uneatable crap.
As I think I continue to breathe, it feels regular?
"Galactica" A voice calls to my right.
Standing on the water there is a black haired man holding a bowl of soup, steam rising off of it and obscuring his features. Yet I recognize his voice.
"Move us forward, maintain formation with Pacifica"
"XO, set condition one throughout the ship. Navigation sync jump clock with the flagship"
"Two, Dash, Two, N…...Five"
Nash, The first. Baptised in fire just like me.
"Scan, Report" He takes a sip of the soup, I open my eyes.
I feel the tingle on my skin and shiver as the air turns electric and bursts out in all directions. Some comes back with the lightest taste of metal on it, most with the distinct tang of salt upon it. Nash looks at me, expectant.
I send another burst this time, focusing to void a shiver. Maybe that will improve the result?
It does, the taste of metal calls from behind me, half a dozen different separate tastes I turn to Nash
"Contact, Karom 210"
Nash takes another sip of his soup, his jaw moving to slide it around his mouth as if it were too hot. He speaks to me again.
"Listen"
(· · · – – – · · ·)
"Indecipherable"
"Maybe it's a code"
"A repeating pattern like that? It would be only useful fo-"
"Distress, same principle as a krypter declaration"
(· · · – – – · · ·)
"Toaster trap?"
"Done to pull in small fry that respond to it. Could actually be some poor frakkers in distress"
"They would be expecting to pull in some fish...not a shark"
Nash grins at me, finishing his soup with a quiet slurp, wiping the remains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Action Stations"
Crystalwatcher
(Verified GM)
- Location
- Limbo
Need more before report can be made.
Otherwise, grammar is good, but end confused me.
Otherwise, grammar is good, but end confused me.
Whale
A mammal
- Location
- Finland
Looks pretty good. Reaction to Galactica's apparent age will likely be hilarious. And to the fact that she has heavy guns while carrying larger more capable air wing than anyone else...
That contact report, vertical bearing before horizontal bearing (or how the hell you say that)?
And was the first part Galactica blowing up at New Caprica or what? The flying into the Sun would work pretty well here too, amusingly enough.
That contact report, vertical bearing before horizontal bearing (or how the hell you say that)?
And was the first part Galactica blowing up at New Caprica or what? The flying into the Sun would work pretty well here too, amusingly enough.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
I'm just wondering if Galactica could pull off a teleport spam.
Might want to specify whether this is New BSG or classic.