URSULA's voice crackles on over all forms of communication, radio and telepathic. In both, her transmission seems unstable. "Warning. Urgent. Attention required. I really mean it. Please evacuate the water. If impossible, hide immediately. The blast will be incoming from the east. The Aurora has reached critical status. Dark Matter engines failing. Core system failure impending, counting down in ten... nine... eight... sev-- sev-- five... four... three... tw--"
Should any be above the surface in the line of sight of the Aurora, they will witness the fires of explosion. The outer shell pops and bursts into flame, billowing out, a deafening roar that cracks with a heavy wave buoying through the water. Shocks of steam fill the air, scalding what surfaces they burst over. A rain begins.
In some ways, it is the safest place to witness.
Below, the explosion ricochets. A shock blasts through the water, then another, sending wave after wave pushing seaweed flat down, knocking animals about, scattering and rocking sand. Pulses of burning hot bubbles shake through a radius, fizzling out only after it sears and disperses to ravage what rises above. Cold water filaments web through the pods of heat. The ocean shudders.
Even as far as the base, the Aurora’s explosion makes itself known. The whole structure shudders on its supports, loose items shaking and falling, rushes of white and dark water bursting past the observatory windows in one wave, another, a third, and in one empty observatory, a crack breaks through the glass, forcing URSULA to seal off the area temporarily.
Rain still falls above the Aurora’s wreckage. The last of the fires will be doused. When the waters become cool again, new sea life will move in to make food of the their dead brethren.
A strange keening shivers in the air at the edge of hearing.
[As a note, direct any questions regarding this event to the March OOC Post! And a special note for Korosensei, go for it ♥]
You easily could have saved your own skin instead. [How was she supposed to know? It would have been reflexive...No matter how much disdain she has for those who can't put the greater good ahead of themselves.
Peridot might be loopy, but Uranus rebounds quickly from unexpected disasters. She has to. It's like the explosion hasn't affected her at all.]
Where are you? That's the only lead we have on transportation.
[Can telepathy convey the full force on an exasperated scoff? Probably not, not when it comes from her, but the sense of impatience and frustration is real.]
It looks like the bay doors are still functioning. [It would be miraculous if the entire base remained untouched by the blast...for once, a moment in which the odds are more aligned in their favor.]
It should be your priority to get that machine back to the base. I'll meet you to bring it it. Don't go trying to be heroic and lose it. [Don't waste time trying to round up others who are farther away from the base.]
Oh, trust me, heroics are the last thing on my mind right now!
[ Despite Haruka's rather brusque manner, Peridot appreciates it. It's pragmatic. It's logical. It makes sense. She's already circling back toward the base, puttering along with the little self-propelled device. If Haruka does come out to meet her, she won't be hard to spot - she's the tiny green one. ]
[Uranus doesn't know yet that behaving in a way Peridot finds logical is probably a bad sign for your own worldview.]
I'm coming down.
[They've been working towards the same goal (however separately) of materials collection and assembly - she can pick Peridot out of a crowd, or out of a bleak, boiling ocean. And she's noticeable herself - for her demeanor, for the aura she gives off, at the very least.
Uranus would, under any circumstances, turn her nose up at the thought of them having the same objective. She might even turn hostile at the idea. She extends her hand.]
[ Peridot's on her way back up, so the odds of them bumping into each other is pretty damn good. She's puttering back toward the base when she spots someone heading toward her.
[Peridot's going to have to keep her wits about her with such a heavy responsibility in her hands. There's no small amount of scorn, on Uranus's part, at how out of sorts this...alien agent seems. As if it's her first explosion.]
Don't lose sight of your responsibilities. Let's take that machinery back.
[She seems to be expecting her lack of answer to function as her answer. A stranger would be lost in the middle of this conversation: Uranus, singular in her focus, brushes past any questions of well-being. She seems uninterested in counseling Peridot in any way.]
You can still swim? Get back up there: I'll handle this from here.
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Peridot might be loopy, but Uranus rebounds quickly from unexpected disasters. She has to. It's like the explosion hasn't affected her at all.]
Where are you? That's the only lead we have on transportation.
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[ Although she's definitely planning on heading in once she has an opportunity. ]
I'm not hanging around out here, if that's what you mean!
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It looks like the bay doors are still functioning. [It would be miraculous if the entire base remained untouched by the blast...for once, a moment in which the odds are more aligned in their favor.]
It should be your priority to get that machine back to the base. I'll meet you to bring it it. Don't go trying to be heroic and lose it. [Don't waste time trying to round up others who are farther away from the base.]
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[ Despite Haruka's rather brusque manner, Peridot appreciates it. It's pragmatic. It's logical. It makes sense. She's already circling back toward the base, puttering along with the little self-propelled device. If Haruka does come out to meet her, she won't be hard to spot - she's the tiny green one. ]
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[Uranus doesn't know yet that behaving in a way Peridot finds logical is probably a bad sign for your own worldview.]
I'm coming down.
[They've been working towards the same goal (however separately) of materials collection and assembly - she can pick Peridot out of a crowd, or out of a bleak, boiling ocean. And she's noticeable herself - for her demeanor, for the aura she gives off, at the very least.
Uranus would, under any circumstances, turn her nose up at the thought of them having the same objective. She might even turn hostile at the idea. She extends her hand.]
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If she had to hazard a guess... ]
Are you the one I've been speaking to?
[ She looks... frazzled. ]
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Don't lose sight of your responsibilities. Let's take that machinery back.
[She seems to be expecting her lack of answer to function as her answer. A stranger would be lost in the middle of this conversation: Uranus, singular in her focus, brushes past any questions of well-being. She seems uninterested in counseling Peridot in any way.]
You can still swim? Get back up there: I'll handle this from here.
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[ Peridot's still a bit rattled (well, more than a bit), but she's still not about to just take orders from just anyone. ]
Who put you in charge, anyway?