I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

21st

[fuckthemission]

Not illegal to catch or hit the ball before it reaches the receiver, pal. We like to call that a really nice interception.

[Said oh so eloquently like a good American should before he aims and fires, knocking a distant cultist out of the sky. They have big wings, y'know. It's Easy Target City in here.]

21st

[alloys]

[Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, you and your super special sniping skills. He gets it.]

What, now you're charging ahead? I don't think so.

[He fires two blasts at distant cultists himself. Their wings are a nice target, it's true.]

21st

[fuckthemission]

Charging ahead? Why, I have no idea what you mean. I haven't budged an inch.

[He aims again, blows someone's brains out, breathes and blinks and refocuses instantly to the next flying target. Under his breath, a half-laugh preluding it:]

I'm fuckin' shooting people with wings in space with a superhero. What the fuck.

[alloys]

[Innit beautiful.]

Cute. But you know what this means, right? Competition. You started it.

[His turn. Blast blast before Doyle can get them.]

[fuckthemission]

Sounds more like you did. I'm just doing my job.

[Fine, be that way. He'll just shoot some cultists who are still far off in the distance. FIGHT ME, BRO.]

It's not my fault you're insecure about your lasers.

[alloys]

[GOSH THOSE DON'T COUNT THEY WEREN'T EVEN IN THE VICINITY YET!]

Maybe it's because they're not lasers. I like to think a sniper would recognize them when they see them, but I suppose you just proved me wrong.

[fuckthemission]

Well, sheesh, sorry if I assumed an allegedly cool superhero had lasers.

[it totally counts. see? still counting.

PEW PEW PEW]

Are you saying you don't?

[alloys]

[Allegedly, ha. Shoulder guns going to work on a far off group of cultists now.]

Oh, I do. I just save it for special occasions.

[And he can kind of only do it once per go.]

[fuckthemission]

What kind of special occasions would that be? What, a horde of cult assholes too much for your sci-fi beams?

[alloys]

Generally more along the lines of life-and-death situations. Which it so happens? I don't get caught up into often.

[It's because he's so awesome at this, in case you were wondering.]

[fuckthemission]

Oho, tough man. I see.

[He'll jut shoot the guy in front of you. Even if you shot him at the same time. Curses.]

That one definitely counted as mine.

[alloys]

[Aw hell naw.]

He was already dead. I shot him when, um, you weren't looking.

[fuckthemission]

No way! I totally got the bastard first. Stop trying to be a point thief.