Day 1
Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2023 12:28 pm
The Crash
Above Obroa-Skai, The Dawn breaks, but thankfully only into a few pieces. The titanic battlecruiser groans, tortured metals supports warping and twisting as it hurtles down through the atmosphere. Bulkheads glow red, then orange and finally a blinding white as the heat of re-entry violently builds across the whole ship. A few escape pods jettison here and there but its too late for a real evacuation, even if most hadn't already been destroyed in the battle above.
Above the groaning and the rising roar of the wind the call goes out. "All hands Brace! Brace! Brace!" Someone somewhere is heroically fighting the ship's descent, the few remaining engines sputtering and failing as the Concord Dawn slowly, almost too slowly, begins to pull out of its dive, its battered prow desperately trying to rise towards the horizon.
The planet is approaching quickly, blues and whites swiftly growing below you until its surface is clear. With a bang! Half of a wing shears off and the Dawn begins listing dangerously and with the inertia dampeners gone the crew is thrown violently to the side.
The battlecruiser gives one final effort, her engines firing with one last impulse to right the ship before they splutter and abruptly die, leaving you with the groan of the ship and the wind for a couple seconds before she slams into the snow sending a titanic wave of dirt and ice into the air as the ship slides into a forest of grey trees. It takes three kilometres for the Concord Dawn to finally come to a rest and for there to finally be silence.
It's dark all around, emergency power is out, it's possible it fell into the ocean somewhere. But there are enough fires to see dimly.
In the distance there are lights.
Above Obroa-Skai, The Dawn breaks, but thankfully only into a few pieces. The titanic battlecruiser groans, tortured metals supports warping and twisting as it hurtles down through the atmosphere. Bulkheads glow red, then orange and finally a blinding white as the heat of re-entry violently builds across the whole ship. A few escape pods jettison here and there but its too late for a real evacuation, even if most hadn't already been destroyed in the battle above.
Above the groaning and the rising roar of the wind the call goes out. "All hands Brace! Brace! Brace!" Someone somewhere is heroically fighting the ship's descent, the few remaining engines sputtering and failing as the Concord Dawn slowly, almost too slowly, begins to pull out of its dive, its battered prow desperately trying to rise towards the horizon.
The planet is approaching quickly, blues and whites swiftly growing below you until its surface is clear. With a bang! Half of a wing shears off and the Dawn begins listing dangerously and with the inertia dampeners gone the crew is thrown violently to the side.
The battlecruiser gives one final effort, her engines firing with one last impulse to right the ship before they splutter and abruptly die, leaving you with the groan of the ship and the wind for a couple seconds before she slams into the snow sending a titanic wave of dirt and ice into the air as the ship slides into a forest of grey trees. It takes three kilometres for the Concord Dawn to finally come to a rest and for there to finally be silence.
It's dark all around, emergency power is out, it's possible it fell into the ocean somewhere. But there are enough fires to see dimly.
In the distance there are lights.
