private Guns of Celestia rp

[dragon4111 914]

@@Midnight_Aurora, @,@@dragon4111, @@Rainbow Dash,

 

Steeleye Sungazer

 

As the fog rolled in towards the ship, Steeleye kept close to his console after helping Rainbow Dash secure her anti-rad mask. It'd be hard enough to see as it was. Didn't need to get lost in the process. Speaking of which... "All hooves," he said into the comms. "Be advised, visibility will drop to under a meter. Gather wire harness gear from the nearest station and hook up to the nearest guide line. Don't want anypony tripping overboard in this pea soup." The harnesses were pretty simple. They were really just a rig of faux-leather, sewn to fit a pony's body shape with a length on the back that ended in a zipline latch. When hooked onto the ship's guidelines overhead, the design was meant to keep one from accidentally plummeting off the side in low visibility.

 

As the fog finally drifted in over the bow, arcs of energy sparked off the metal railings. "This is it folks. Were going to be in the dark until we reach Ponyville." He turned and assisted Rainbow Dash in getting the rigging on, attaching her to the guideline for the command deck. "Keep close," he said reassuringly. "Need to know where you are if we suddenly have to bail." The fog full engulfed the entirety of the vessel. You could hardly see your hoof from your face, forget about seeing the rest of the ship. "Wrap up whatever you're doing and get tucked in," he said again into the comms. "It might save time, but the visibility is going to cause mistakes we don't need."

Draco chuckled as he pushed on the high powered flash light on his mask. "Mark 5 sir top of the line should give us plenty of light," Draco said as he looked at Star Racer. He looked around while in the fox. It illuminated abit but still cloudy. Blegh wish this radiation would just go away. He shook his head.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Fixa had just finished helping her partner with the rutter when the fog rolled in. "Rutter repaired sir. Should have full turning power."

 

She helps Zefira onto the deck and hoocks to the guide line. She then heads towards the inside door yo get back to and monitor the engines. She has partial use if the second and is currently overclocking the first by 10%. "engines stable for now. Number 2 is now partially usable. Full usage will be restored once we dry dock captain." Her voice is partly muffled by the mask.

[Ranger22 179]

The ponies Vice have met always told him that riding an airship was like flying but without wings. Coming from an honest griffon no, no it was not like flying at all. It was like being trapped inside of a wooden box sitting patiently till your burnt to death inside of it. Usually whitetip professionals get over the uncomfortable feeling of being inside of an airship due to professional necessity. Vice however still get that heavy feeling in his stomach whenever he flies in one. It's pretty hard to explain to a fellow without wings but to put it simply, imagine walking yet you don't see your legs move. Vice sighed as he lingered on the cold floors of the ship due to being knocked off his bunk because of the impact that grounded the airship.

 

 Vice got up with a groan, "damn I must of felt harder than I thought." Brushing himself off he walked over to his personal locker and opened it with his favorite code of 1-2-3. Inside was his blue overcoat and red undershirt uniform which he proudly wore over the course of countless battles. Next to it was his metal cuirass and modern all black galea helmet. Connected to the helmet was a gasmask with a more sleeker metallic design instead of the leathery standard issue stuff ponies wore. After quickly strapping his gear on he grabbed his rifle and slung it over his back and left for the deck of the ship.

 

   As Vice was nearing the exit he heard the familiar sounds of the strong dangerous winds of the outside. Slapping down his helmet he made sure that there was no openings and that his respirators were fresh. Opening the door a strong wave of dust and particles slammed against Vice's chest. With a sigh he was forced to take out his flashlight due to the heavy fog that shrouded the crews vision. Being a griffon Vice could see far better than ponies, but this fog was something else. Flashing his light around Vice saw the safety straps and stations that the crew used. Seeing how everyone else was doing it he decided to do the same.

Edited June 17, 2015 by Ranger22

[dragon4111 914]

Draco sighed to himself as they past the fog. "Captain," Draco said. "Ponyville ETA is 30 minutes," Draco said as he looked at his gunners. "Well now how did we miss a griffin?" Draco asked himself as he smirked. "Hmm Sapphire Shores is playing in Ponyville Steeleye," Draco said simply as he shrugged "Something to look forward to I guess when we reach that town,".

Edited June 17, 2015 by dragon4111

[Star Racer 198]

Star worked around his station, barely using a flashlight. He was used to the setup around him, and was almost feeling lucky enough to take off his harness. Knowing his luck, he would fall off the ship in ten point one seconds flat. He heard Draco say something about 30 minutes, and kept working. When he removed a panel to check on a noise he heard, he saw several wires having been swapped around, running their connections to the wrong places. "Idiot. If you want to sabbatage a ship, dont rewire the microwave." He muttered as he began fixing them. "Hey Draco, somepony screwed with the wires to the microwave." He said, his mask muffling it a bit.

[Rainbow Dash 1,472]

@@Midnight_Aurora,
Zefira nodded at Fixa and made her way back to the bridge of the ship. She could see the fog rolling in faster and picked up the pace. Zefira did not like the looked of the fog at all. Inside, she saw the captain and the escort.
"Waiting for further instructions." 
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[HigurSan 195]

@@dragon4111, @@Midnight_Aurora, @@Ranger22, @@Star Racer, @@Rainbow Dash,

Steeleye Sungazer

 

He'd been keeping an eye on the weather monitors for the past few minutes. It'd be bad if something crept up on them in this fog, no warning until it was amongst them. The background radiation, though light, was still playing hell with the magic spells that kept the gear properly focused. Just another example of how the Disaster had forced ponies to meld magic with mechanisms, just to survive. Due to his vigilance, he picked up the signs of another swell on the horizon. "All hands," he spoke into the ship-wide comm. "We've got another swell coming up, much higher radiation concentration... looking at 50... 60%. All hands, immediately don anti-rad suits, lock them tight. Everyone but the engineers get below decks and secure yourselves in the acceleration chairs. Engineers, batten down all hatches, ports and openings, then report to the command deck."

 

"Just hope one of the balloons doesn't distentigrate...," he muttered to himself.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Fixa doned her suit and locked it tight. She was use to getting things locked up. She works hard to batten down her areas and make sure her balloons are nice and secure.

 

She then heads to the command deck and says, "Captain, most of the main engineering section and main balloons have been batoned down and secured. All areas under my Care have been taken care of. What are your orders?"

[Star Racer 198]

"Oh joy." Star muttered as he threw on his suit and locked everything into place. He then went below decks and to the area the announcement had said to go. He sat down and awaited further orders. "If it aint one thing, its another..." he thought to himself, rechecking his suit locks.