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revivalproject2024-02-15 09:38 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2024-02-15 09:38 pm
Blocking Out Fact
WHO: Donnie, Lark, Tony, maybe you?
WHERE: Agrii Ship, possibly the Glitter Food
WHAT: Thar's been an explosion folks!!
WHEN: Time is a nebulous thing...
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format preference!!
The explosion had been a surreal thing to behold. Things had been going so swimmingly, so how could they have gone so terribly wrong? Donnie has his suspicions, but right now theories were going to help no one. It's easy when the problem is clear outside the window, and so Donnie's quick to grab his tools and make for the shuttle bay to be bussed over to the Agrii ship from the Glitter Food. He is wholly unprepared for the chaos he's greeted with the moment he steps off the shuttle.
I. Paralyzed (Closed to Lark and Tony)
While Donnie had gotten rather intimately familiar with the systems on the bridge and poked around Engineering during the previous weeks, he had never really considered what the protocols would be for dealing with a ship-wide emergency. His only experience to pull from are numerous Jupiter Jim movies he and his brothers have watched, and ultimately he knows that the chances of any of those instances actually being helpful are closer to zero percent.
It's by reflex that he avoids the many urgent hands trying to usher them all towards Engineering, and maybe it's easier for him to slip away when the Agrii are so intent on just getting anyone to where they believe their He Rows are urgently needed. Donnie presses against a wall like he'd become a part of it if he tried hard enough, just trying to keep his breathing steady as he simultaneously tries to rein in his thoughts.
Whatever semblance of order he'd had them in just seems to have shattered in the face of the actual situation. Engineering makes sense to go to, but wouldn't the bridge be able to actually give them a better idea of the structural damages and any other compromised areas? What good is bringing everyone to Engineering- surely they can't all fit? How many injured? How many unaccounted for? Is Te Mi okay??? What should he do? Where should he go? He can fix things but there seems to be so much that needs to be fixed!
The blaring alarms and the panicked voices only build on the pressure to do something, underlined by the almost incessant pinging of the tablet in his belt pouch. The world continues around him but Donnie's brought to a stand-still.
II. Mister Fix-It
Once he's got his head in the game once again, Donnie's focused. It might be hard to believe that he'd been stuck some time ago, his tendency to overthink making his thoughts turn into a panic-ridden mobius strip. But now he's here, he knows what he needs to do, and his fingers fly over the controls and toggle systems like no one's business.
At first he's at the bridge. He knows there's trouble in Engineering but there's trouble everywhere so long as they're on this ship, and when the Agrii don't know the depths of their own systems, things will just get worse. So he's helping them, pulling up ship readouts, locating problem areas and directing Agrii who are able to pass off the info to others, such as relocating people in potentially compromised sections. If he's able to, he'll try to reroute power to more important parts of the ship, and the less space they need to worry about, the better.
Once he's exhausted whatever efforts he can put into controlling things from there, it's clear that he'll have to make his way to Engineering to work on more vital repairs. He for one would very much like to be able to keep breathing, and his portable mask while good was still made mostly in mind for still having some sort of breathable atmosphere around. At least this time he doesn't freeze up, eventually finding himself in Engineering where he can actually take a look at just how bad things are there.
"Oh, that looks a lot worse in person..." he grimaces as he studies the hole.
III. WILDCARD
((OOC: I'm playing things by ear but if you want to do anything with Dee after he's gotten some help in kicking his shell into gear, let's chat or you can just throw a thing down here and I'll go with it!))
WHERE: Agrii Ship, possibly the Glitter Food
WHAT: Thar's been an explosion folks!!
WHEN: Time is a nebulous thing...
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format preference!!
The explosion had been a surreal thing to behold. Things had been going so swimmingly, so how could they have gone so terribly wrong? Donnie has his suspicions, but right now theories were going to help no one. It's easy when the problem is clear outside the window, and so Donnie's quick to grab his tools and make for the shuttle bay to be bussed over to the Agrii ship from the Glitter Food. He is wholly unprepared for the chaos he's greeted with the moment he steps off the shuttle.
I. Paralyzed (Closed to Lark and Tony)
While Donnie had gotten rather intimately familiar with the systems on the bridge and poked around Engineering during the previous weeks, he had never really considered what the protocols would be for dealing with a ship-wide emergency. His only experience to pull from are numerous Jupiter Jim movies he and his brothers have watched, and ultimately he knows that the chances of any of those instances actually being helpful are closer to zero percent.
It's by reflex that he avoids the many urgent hands trying to usher them all towards Engineering, and maybe it's easier for him to slip away when the Agrii are so intent on just getting anyone to where they believe their He Rows are urgently needed. Donnie presses against a wall like he'd become a part of it if he tried hard enough, just trying to keep his breathing steady as he simultaneously tries to rein in his thoughts.
Whatever semblance of order he'd had them in just seems to have shattered in the face of the actual situation. Engineering makes sense to go to, but wouldn't the bridge be able to actually give them a better idea of the structural damages and any other compromised areas? What good is bringing everyone to Engineering- surely they can't all fit? How many injured? How many unaccounted for? Is Te Mi okay??? What should he do? Where should he go? He can fix things but there seems to be so much that needs to be fixed!
The blaring alarms and the panicked voices only build on the pressure to do something, underlined by the almost incessant pinging of the tablet in his belt pouch. The world continues around him but Donnie's brought to a stand-still.
II. Mister Fix-It
Once he's got his head in the game once again, Donnie's focused. It might be hard to believe that he'd been stuck some time ago, his tendency to overthink making his thoughts turn into a panic-ridden mobius strip. But now he's here, he knows what he needs to do, and his fingers fly over the controls and toggle systems like no one's business.
At first he's at the bridge. He knows there's trouble in Engineering but there's trouble everywhere so long as they're on this ship, and when the Agrii don't know the depths of their own systems, things will just get worse. So he's helping them, pulling up ship readouts, locating problem areas and directing Agrii who are able to pass off the info to others, such as relocating people in potentially compromised sections. If he's able to, he'll try to reroute power to more important parts of the ship, and the less space they need to worry about, the better.
Once he's exhausted whatever efforts he can put into controlling things from there, it's clear that he'll have to make his way to Engineering to work on more vital repairs. He for one would very much like to be able to keep breathing, and his portable mask while good was still made mostly in mind for still having some sort of breathable atmosphere around. At least this time he doesn't freeze up, eventually finding himself in Engineering where he can actually take a look at just how bad things are there.
"Oh, that looks a lot worse in person..." he grimaces as he studies the hole.
III. WILDCARD
((OOC: I'm playing things by ear but if you want to do anything with Dee after he's gotten some help in kicking his shell into gear, let's chat or you can just throw a thing down here and I'll go with it!))
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"That's where the big hole is, yeah," he muttered. "Blasted through the hull, but also got us access to the real engine room. There's another bank of computers down there, whole thing seems to be running on an automated system that's holding us together for now. We fix the hole, we get more control. Problem is..." He looked up an away for Ga Re again, lips pursed, then reported, "I've just been told these guys are in no way prepared to handle a problem like that. Can we land this thing?" That seemed unlikely, given the power constraints. "Plan B is I start taking donations to melt down in the shop."
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"Automated can only do so much- that explosion must have done some damage there. Have you gotten a look at the system?" Donnie asked, looking at Tony.
"It takes a lot of power to move this ship on a regular basis. Like... There's a response program- any time there's a storm detected, it automatically moves the ship farther out from the Agra Ten, and in general it uses a lot of energy just to maintain a syncronous orbit above Temba. I'm not sure how much it would take to land this thing, and that's only if we can find somewhere safe to do it." Plan B was starting to sound like the most viable solution.
"...don't they have spare shuttles here? That cuts half of the problem for materials when they're already durable enough, we can at least patch the external damage to the ship with that."
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With his arms folded, he tapped at his chin, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, not sure what to make of what Donnie reported about the ship's behaviour. Either the Agrii were lying about being able to detect the storms and manage the ship, or someone else had written this program in to protect them. Was that even right, was it protecting them? The question was yet another distraction that Tony had to shake off, and look slightly bewildered at Donnie for the suggestion of the shuttles. "Someone's going to have to keep her distracted," he pointed out, sure, that Ga Re and her enforcers weren't about to let them dismantle the ships.
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He wasn't sure what to make of the look. Scavenging parts from things was just a natural solution to him that he wasn't sure what the hang up would be. Donnie glanced over at Ga Re and then back at Tony. "She'll be distracted enough once we get her to gather the Agrii and make sure everyone's accounted for, that'll take more than one of them to manage," he said. "Most everyone is caught up with the Engineering area anyway, they're not going to be looking at the hangars. We're not dismantling any more than needed, and if we just do it first we can apologize and explain later, otherwise we'll just waste more time."
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Both of them looked to the communicator until Tony spoke up again. Nodding, Donnie swept it up to pull up contacts and find Tony's attachments, giving them a quick look before stuffing the tablet back into his belt pouch.
"On it. I'll keep the window open if you need anything," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the Agrii as he mentally plotted out the way to the hangar.