OOC: You can bet I'll have to take some time to work on this. Worse, I don't have access to the source material while Underway and we don't show any signs of pulling into port real soon.
Nanoha stuff, though... I've seen First season and A's, and I'm currently working on Strikers.
Cobalt: I'll claim the two inbound ships. As for Haruhi, I vote the former. The idea that she went self-destructively spaztastic at the realization of her dreams and had to be sedated is most amuzing to me.
Hope you don't mind me using Rob's data - I don't know how to read the more technical version. (^_^
Of course, we can always retcon this stuff.
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"SHIEST!" cried out Gina. "BEN! MAYO-CHAN! SCRAMBLE!" Benjamin and Mayonaka didn't ask questions. they didn't even give each other any funny looks. They simply dropped what they were doing and ran for the hangar (Mayonaka cursing her immature flight wings), confident that Gina would explain once they got into their ships.
Naturally, Gina got to her MiG-31 first (red with gold accents) and was uploading navigational data as soon as her cokpit canopy started dropping. Mayonaka came next, diving into her stasis pod before the lid slammed shut and retracted into the Magnificent Midnight. Then came Ben, who had somehow found something no one would miss to convert his biomod to its active state. He got a little flashy and cartwheeled, punching the hangar floor with his biomodded arm to send him careening neatly into the cockpit of his Firefox (black with silver accents).
It had taken him a year to master that trick.
"We're cleared to go!" came Gina's voice over the radio. "Punch it!" And so they did, leaving the hangar in a blaze of glorie that wasn't entirely figurative.
"Alright, milady," said Ben over the radio. "What's the sitch?"
"Noah sent out an email - he's got a fix on another dimensional intrusion, twenty light-secods from Earth. ETA in two-and-a-half minutes.
"Gotcha. Mayo-chan? Active and passive sensor sweeps on the target zone. Paint us a picture, Little Raven."
"Sure thing, Daddy. ... Whoah! Dad! It's an Arthra-class cruiser from Nanoha!"
Ben blinked as the image came up in his HUD. "Slag it all!" he cursed. "Me and my Texas-sized mouth!"
"Take it easy, Benjamin," said Gina. "These are supposed to be the good guys, remember?"
"And they could be the mirror universe equivilant."
"Point. Mayo-chan, sweetie? Remain in geosynchronous orbit. Your Dad and I will go ahead."
"Awwww. But I got to see President Featherstone and the Mormon Prophet!"
"That was when we were sure you weren't going to be shot at, Little Raven," said Ben. "Once we know it's safe we'll call you, okay?"
*Sigh* "Oh-kaaayyyyy." With that, the Midnight broke off to settle into geosynchronous orbit.
"So, how do you wanna do this? Nice and easy or bright and flashy?"
Ben sighed. "I would love to make them piss their pants, but the last thing I want them to think is that we're doing a kamikaze run."
"Hmph. Spoil sport."
Ben only laughed as they came about to join up with the rest of the welcoming comittee.
Nanoha stuff, though... I've seen First season and A's, and I'm currently working on Strikers.
Cobalt: I'll claim the two inbound ships. As for Haruhi, I vote the former. The idea that she went self-destructively spaztastic at the realization of her dreams and had to be sedated is most amuzing to me.
Hope you don't mind me using Rob's data - I don't know how to read the more technical version. (^_^
Of course, we can always retcon this stuff.
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"SHIEST!" cried out Gina. "BEN! MAYO-CHAN! SCRAMBLE!" Benjamin and Mayonaka didn't ask questions. they didn't even give each other any funny looks. They simply dropped what they were doing and ran for the hangar (Mayonaka cursing her immature flight wings), confident that Gina would explain once they got into their ships.
Naturally, Gina got to her MiG-31 first (red with gold accents) and was uploading navigational data as soon as her cokpit canopy started dropping. Mayonaka came next, diving into her stasis pod before the lid slammed shut and retracted into the Magnificent Midnight. Then came Ben, who had somehow found something no one would miss to convert his biomod to its active state. He got a little flashy and cartwheeled, punching the hangar floor with his biomodded arm to send him careening neatly into the cockpit of his Firefox (black with silver accents).
It had taken him a year to master that trick.
"We're cleared to go!" came Gina's voice over the radio. "Punch it!" And so they did, leaving the hangar in a blaze of glorie that wasn't entirely figurative.
"Alright, milady," said Ben over the radio. "What's the sitch?"
"Noah sent out an email - he's got a fix on another dimensional intrusion, twenty light-secods from Earth. ETA in two-and-a-half minutes.
"Gotcha. Mayo-chan? Active and passive sensor sweeps on the target zone. Paint us a picture, Little Raven."
"Sure thing, Daddy. ... Whoah! Dad! It's an Arthra-class cruiser from Nanoha!"
Ben blinked as the image came up in his HUD. "Slag it all!" he cursed. "Me and my Texas-sized mouth!"
"Take it easy, Benjamin," said Gina. "These are supposed to be the good guys, remember?"
"And they could be the mirror universe equivilant."
"Point. Mayo-chan, sweetie? Remain in geosynchronous orbit. Your Dad and I will go ahead."
"Awwww. But I got to see President Featherstone and the Mormon Prophet!"
"That was when we were sure you weren't going to be shot at, Little Raven," said Ben. "Once we know it's safe we'll call you, okay?"
*Sigh* "Oh-kaaayyyyy." With that, the Midnight broke off to settle into geosynchronous orbit.
"So, how do you wanna do this? Nice and easy or bright and flashy?"
Ben sighed. "I would love to make them piss their pants, but the last thing I want them to think is that we're doing a kamikaze run."
"Hmph. Spoil sport."
Ben only laughed as they came about to join up with the rest of the welcoming comittee.