#STATUS: MED - LOW ACTIVITY. / SPORADIC.

[horizonmet]

TEARS SCATTER OUT LIKE TISSUE PAPER ; frightened by a tomorrow i will never know ! back & forth on this familiar road, all these days start on a repeating morning ; why do i have to calm down when it's just an excuse to use until i fall?

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SEMI HIATUS.

[suresha]

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Take care of yourself! Hydrate. Eat. Take your meds. Self care. The world is a shitty place right now. Don’t make RP just as shitty for the rest of us trying to cope too. ---Dani

BLOG  ACTIVITY  STATUS:  HIATUS ---  low  to medium activity  due  to  dealing  with  a  family  emergency  as  of  5/8/2022.  replies  come  sporadically  as  time  permits  and  mood  allows.----UPDATE:  School  is  back  in  session  as  of  August ‘22.  So  FULL  HIATUS  alert  with  sporadic  activity  as  i  feel  like  it.  I’ll  cater  to  people  genuinely  interested  in  writing  with  me.  TY. STATUS:  OPEN FOR SHIPPING CURRENT  WANTED  CONNECTIONS:  The Vampire Armand,  Lestat,  Dracula,  Erik Lehnsherr / Max Eisenhart ( Magneto ),  Apocalypse ( En ),  Emma Frost,  Wolverine,  Bard  the  Bowman,  Thorin,  Legolas, Sirius  Black,  Severus  Snape , Daryl Dixon,  Sasuke Uchiha,  Elijah Mikaelson,  Gojo  Satoru,  Cinna and Peeta from THG. BANNED  FANDOMS:  I  flat  out  won’t  play  with  characters  from  Eup/horia.  The  show  does  entirely  too  much  and  I’m  not  a  fan.  Also,  I  don’t  care  for  Sup/ernatural,  Legacies,  or  My  Hero  Ace/damia.  I’m  MEH  on  Stranger  Things,  but  it’s  not  banned.  Just  don’t  expect  me  to  fb  if  that’s  your  thing.  I  think  I’m  just  exhausted  over  the  hype. I  am  also  hella  sketch  of  horror / gore  themed  blogs.  Sorreh.  If  you’re  a  multimuse,  I  am  more  than  willing  to  interact  with  your  other  characters.  Just  be  sure  to  lmk  who  you  followed  me  for!

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[yeet-imma-skeet]

Where is the Sky?

(Based in @starr-fall-knight-rise ‘s unique universe. Part 3 of the story.)

(Part 1: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/613232997621202944/the-sky-is-falling)

“Motherfuck! What the hell is happening?!"

Silva felt the ship rumble below his feet before he was slammed against a wall. Flashing red lights painted the hallways in crimson red as the regular lighting flickered sporadically. Heavy thuds of footsteps and startled yells echoed down the turbulent ship, creating quite the cacophony with the blaring alarm calls.

He had been brutally awakened from his scheduled sleep shift, making quite the hilarious sight for any crewmen who ran by. He glared at a marine for giggling at his colorful choice of boxers as he made a mental note to assign him to cleaning duty after all this was done. Rubbing his hurting shoulder, he eventually stumbled onto the main deck.

"Status!" He roared.

"An asteroid field came out of nowhere, sir!"

Silva crashed onto his seat, "How the hell didn't we see it?!"

"Cloud of gas, sir!" Another rumble shook the ship, "Whatever was in that space fart jumbled up the scanners!"

"Damn it, how's the ship?"

A panicked officer reported, "Several near breaches to the hull and one of our thrusters is shot!"

"Filho da puta!" He cursed in Portugese, "Buckle up, I'm going manual!"

"Sir! But the field—"

Silva grabbed an emerging steering wheel, "I'm not a captain of a fucking spaceship for nothing, sergeant!"

The deck cowered into their seats, feeling the artificial gravity pull them back harder. Latinar, the only resident Drev officer, could only hope that whatever spirit kept the human race hardy would be there with him through the chaotic ride of death or maybe transport his soul back the Anum when they crashed. Living was desirable but it was impossible to fly through the field unharmed. Oh how he wished he stayed back on his planet in the face of these odds...

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The dolmier was quiet again except for the crunching of bone. Galia huffed as she bit into her "ration", trying to find whatever marrow was left inside of her daily meal. She had a bit of luck with last week's ration as the factory-processed bone had some marrow growth inside, providing quite the tasty morsel, but today’s had next to nothing.

She tossed the rest into her jaws, crunching away, "Orb, is there anything else beside's bones onboard? Like, I don't know, dewern jerky?"

The hovering metallic orb nearby didn't move as it projected, "There are no recorded crates of dewern jerky. The laboratory is making a suitable replacement via organic printing but it will take approximately—"

"Fifteen to twenty cycles to complete one. I know!" She knashed her teeth together in frustration.

“...Would you like an update of their highness’s status?”

“Yes please,” She absentmindedly wrapped her tail around her sitting form, “Tell me about our distress signal too.”

The orb moved from its spot, whirring quietly around two upright stasis pods. Galia held a hand to her missing eye as it twinged at the fresh memories. A transparent screen popped into her vision as the orb blocked her view. She squinted at the device in suspicion but thought nothing of it as she scanned the information.

Nothing much had changed in their condition, only that their brain activity was unusually active. It was possible to sneak a peek into their subconscious dreams with the tech onboard, but the orb suggested against it while they were infected in case other side effects occurred. Another square projected next, showing the familiar communications screen, albeit the receiving end was offline due to an unfortunate escapade through an asteroid field. It was just one moment when Wace was explaining their state-of-the-art autopilot system when they got tossed to the floor while Al managed to faceplant into a control panel, breaking an important component with his comically hard head.

She quietly chuckled to herself as she waved away the screens, "Set a hunting game to the dimensions of the ship, I'm getting the Stiffs."

"Certainly, Vigil."

"Don't... call me that."

"Command acknowledged. Certainly, caldat."

"Better."

Galia stood from the low table, stretching her arms to the air with a groan. After gazing at her two unconscious princes within their pods for a minute, she trotted out the medical bay in preparation for a little work out. It pained her to do nothing as they laid in comas so she did what she did best. Train.

A robotic voice announced, "Hunting simulation, set level ten, time limit indefinite. Placing prey..."

Her arials perked up, hearing the familiar sounds of feint snuffling and cautious steps throughout the dolmier. It sounded almost like she was back on Faris, hunting for her next meal if it wasn't for the quiet humming of life support systems in the medical bay.

"Placement complete. Starting round... Begin!"

She shot off into the corridors, thinking of nothing else but her growing hunger...

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"Vamos Esperança!"

The ship rattled and moaned under its pilot's acrobatics. The crew could hardly believe that they had survived for nearly an hour of manual flight, having a lot more respect towards their captain. A loud crunch sounded as a bit of ricocheting space rock hit their starboard side. Nevermind, they're taking it back.

An officer yelled, "Sir, we can't take much more of this!"

"I know! Just tell me when you see an opening!" Silva yanked his wheel back violently, causing the ship to pitch upwards.

Latinar would've been nauseated if he was human and thanked the spirits for being born a Drev at the sight of his hurling crew mates. He also would've found it very disgusting if it wasn't for a small blip appearing on his sector scanner.

The gray Drev bellowed, "Clearing left! Setting a beacon, sir!"

A yellow dot appeared before the captain's focused eyes, directing him to the said clearing. With no hesitation, he dived for it, weaving through jagged rock and colorful gas. The rainbowlike fog made him miss near crashes as he bit his cheek with every turn. Latinar continued to stare at his scanner, trying to follow where the captain wanted to head but found his mind a jumbled mess. He found no way to read the environment like a human could and stood agape at Silva's rugged precision. Despite his unique choice of Tabasco red boxers and a cheeseburger T-shirt, he looked like the human leader Latinar imagined him to be.

The squeal of ripping metal made everyone cover their ears in pain as the ship spun forward. A boulder had torn through the ship.

"Port side breached! Stabilizers shot, sir!"

Somebody wailed, "We're all going to die!"

If looks would kill, Silva would've atomized the poor officer. He spun the wheel with a hard tug as he accounted for the damage. The ship wobbled more than he liked but he managed to squeeze through every gap he targeted.

He whispered, "C'mon baby."

The pinged beacon grew closer in his sight, showing sanctuary beyond the asteroid field. Holding his breath, Latinar gripped his seatbelts tighter as he leaned forward in interest. Silva somehow looked like he was caressing the steering wheel, projecting his will and determination with gentle hands as he let out what seemed to be a war cry. The gray Drev couldn't help but be swayed with him, crying one of his own. Together they yelled at the universe, flinging a primal "Fuck you!" into the nonexistent wind. Then they barrel-rolled over an asteroid and into clear space.

A cheer spread throughout the ship, overflowing with joy. Some laughed hysterically while others shed a few tears in relief. Latinar found himself breathing heavily after his great bellow, riding on waves of an indescribable exaltation. He wondered if humans always felt like this since they always did the impossible. A sweaty hand flopped onto his shoulder, making him look back to see Captain Silva grinning from ear to ear, a stark contrast to his usually grim face.

"Good ride, Lati?" He asked.

The Drev gasped back, "S-sure."

The captain's chocolate eyes gazed into the wide expanse of space before a grimace set on his face, "Damage and casualty report."

The deck scrambled to their respective devices. Their scurrying movements reminded Latinar that they took heavy damage, severe ones at that.

"Port side sectors 2-D through 3-C breached."

"Starboard side sectors 5-A and 6-A breached."

"Warp core is stable though damage to communication hub prevents us from contacting the GA."

"Three main thrusters heavily damaged. Stabilizers on port side shot."

“Meaning we can only move at around twenty-five percent efficiency then?”

The officer swallowed, “Yep.”

A white-clad medic ran into the room as Silva tried to restrain himself from kicking an overturned waste bin. Seeing a few cuts and bruises, the nurse ignored the fuming captain, treating those who moaned in pain.

“How’s the situation, doc?”

The medic’s hands kept bandaging as she replied, "Med bay reports around fifty injured and counting. As for deaths..."

Silva returned to his chair as he solemnly asked a nearby officer staring pale at his screen, "We have the life signal implants updated, lieutenant. Report."

"...One hundred and seventeen life signals offline, sir."

The air in the room grew cold as the humans had a mixture of reactions. Some held tight fists in anger, some had tears run down their cheeks, and others just gazed into the unknown. They no doubt had various friends around the ship and couldn’t bear the thought of one of them gone. Even if it was in the job description, death stilled shook them all. Captain Silva put his head in his hands, heaving a deeply strained sigh, causing the deck to look at him in concern.

An officer stood from her seat, "Captain, it—"

"I'm okay." He held up a hand, showing determined eyes, "Before we can grieve, we need to get up and running. Prioritize fixing any minor breaches, finding any MIA, and getting communications back up. Set everything to low level power consumption and ration meals until we find out about how long we're staying out here."

Silva kept giving orders to the crew, doing everything he could to amend anything at the moment. Sure, he would probably cry later and drown his sorrows in rum for a few nights, but he had his duty to perform for now. It already laid heavy in his mind, the lives he could of saved if only he was a better pilot.

Latinar shakily stood up, feeling an invisible wave of motion almost knocking him back down. Silva crossed the room to help steady him, staring at the giant alien with some worry. The Drev waved him off with a thankful glance before a blip of light caught his eye on his station’s screen.

“Uh, captain?”

Silva followed his line of sight to the yellow blip, “...Is that what I think it is?”

A sliver of uncertainty crossed their minds as Latinar tapped the blinking light. The constant stream of some unknown language and image data they had been receiving was now substantially close to them.

“Sir we have a visual!”

Heads shot up as an enlarged image projected into the room. The air grew still at the sight of the glitching picture, the tending medic nearly dropping his kit in awe.

It was a large spaceship. Really, really large! It wouldn’t be hard to imagine three UNSC fleet ships fitting inside of the spherical oval with room to spare. It was also quite beautiful yet mysterious as it was entirely made up of some brightly pearlescent metal in the shape of a sleek torpedo. All within the room could tell that this belonged an entirely unknown alien species. Never before had anyone seen such a large yet graceful looking ship that existed outside of science fiction speculation. Especially Captain Silva, as he had studied up on every known space-worthy ship within the GA.

“Send a peace message if you can,” The captain gulped, “And try to see if they are willing to talk...”

(Part 4: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/616163879942242304/oh-theres-the-sky)