Good evening, everyone. This is Captain...Captain Orion.

I've configured this announcement so that it will only broadcast to those passengers visiting from other dimensions. I think all of you might have gotten enough attention already and would prefer that this event be a little more...private.

[he's wearing a very prim, well-fitting uniform, ( Read more... )

[for a time, it looks as though the words of the passengers can't reach Orion. his progress continues, every step drawn out, time slowing to a crawl. the strain on the ship is almost palpable, as if invisible wires are hooked into the ship's reality, each one being drawn back to this point, this moment. Orion feels that weight, shoulders ( Read more... )

[heavy breathing, filtered through a helmet. the captain is running down a hallway, his Sphere racing along behind him. he's stumbling, wavering back and forth. he's tired. exhausted, even.

but he's yelling, gasping for breath between every shout]

You never understood! It was my responsibility, my duty! Not yours! Mine! You were going to ( Read more... )

[ Orion and the passengers have succeeded. but perhaps it would have been better if they had not]

I thought I'd let you have your fun. Play at being in command, just like you wanted. But you just had to poke your nose where it didn't belong, didn't you?

I expected better of you, boy.

[it's the captain at last ( Read more... )

[around midday, Command Orion appears on the Sphere network, addressing the ship at large. he looks better than he did before, less pale and more alert, though his expression is grim and serious. he may have a five o'clock shadow and he may be borrowing Riku's clothes, but he looks ready for anything]Everyone, we need to start looking for the ( Read more... )

"C-Command...command code..."

[it's a familiar voice over the network; Orion, broadcasting from his Sphere, rather than the ship's intercom. he sounds exhausted, his words hoarse and hard to hear, but forceful just the same]

"Command code eight-eight-...eight-three-six-nine-one-..." [he trails off, pressing a hand to his head, and his Sphere ( Read more... )

[the captain, as all the passengers know, is easily distracted. he doesn't broadcast what he does, but it's felt a few minutes later. the distant, steady hum of the engines suddenly intensifies, rising into a roar. the ship lurches forward with such force that the systems that normally compensate for inertia are overwhelmed. anything not bolted ( Read more... )

[ooc: My previous entry is still game for encouraging comments to Ganymede, but in the meantime...]


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[after a moment or two of tinkering with his Sphere, he's accessed Ganymede's favourite intercom system, and looking pretty damn pleased with himself too. not that it was anything incredibly hard for him to do, no of course not. mere child's play.]

Ah, there we go, much better. Hello! [waves] I hope I have your attention this time, Ganymede. ( Read more... )

[it's nearly ship's midnight when the first tremor rocks throughout the ship. the Crucible has experienced such things as engine trouble and one or two emergency landings on a planet. this, however, is entirely different. by the time the second volley hits it's quite clear that someone or something is attacking the ship from outside ( Read more... )