#a ship adrift

[brudberg1]

Coward alone

Look at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you doYeah, they were all yellowColdplay, Yellow (2000) Alone by the sea I stand, I stare and I lookat what was lost, what it took by the waves atmy feet, the sand in my socks, what’s lost to thepast when we were those two gazing at stars when, by the beach, I gaze and I lookfor you in the past in the glare of clouds. howechoes of…

[critter-wizard]

m,y little aliens !!!

[stardust-seafoam]

worlds worst astronauts

[hervey-gervey-chip]

please elaborate in the tags what type of sailor you are if you picked a sailor option i'm so curious

[spotinthespiral]

So apparently I never posted him, but here's my Pitty npc because I think my pirate would be far more attached to her Bear Family in Grizzleheim than her birth parents :) (His name is Dain Ironside)

[suppentoast]

Ever since they released the full lyrics for "The dark eyed sailor" I can't stop singing and humming it

It's just so good and singable

[spockvarietyhour]

Make a hole, "Adrift"

[letmeliedown]

i thought a guy on whisper was hitting on me really skillessly but he was actually trying to spread the gospel of the kingdom of god so i told him evangelism is the devil speaking and now i'm going to throw myself into the river and turn into a goose

[a-driftamongopenstars]

thinking about post-ending. Astarion and Gleam settling down and switching to... kind of a nocturnal lifestyle? Helping rebuild the city. Spending time together and just enjoying a quiet life. Maybe starting a business, a little mystique, something magical. Halsin visits very often. Or even lives with them for a long period of time, busy with helping orphans of the city after the disaster.

They are picking up the shambles of the city as much of themselves. Figuring themselves anew, different purpose and so much healing.

[cottonpuffmouse]

IMAGINE-GOD-YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND-DOES HW KNOW. DOES HE KNOW HE DOOMED HE BEAT HE HURT HIS-HOSHINO-HOSHINO-HOSHINO-DID HE KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[six-demon-bag]

once again i am asking myself to go practice drawing so i can be unhinged about a character

[hetchdrive]

Reading a different Star Trek AU and this is making me lose it.

Fitzjames rose from his seat, feeling the ache of weariness cramping in his legs as he did so. The windows of the captain’s quarters afforded him a generous view of the black, so he gazed out at it for a while, admiring the beauty of the starfields. He had a clear view of Terror, so close and yet so far in the cold emptiness of space. She listed heavily to the side, almost on her back. Fitzjames thought of Francis Crozier, sitting alone in the dark, looking out at the stars upside-down. The thought almost made him smile.

What do you measure "up" by in space? Fitzjames you petty little idiot <3

[loreofthejungle]

Rangers are the heavily armed members of any expedition crew. After your rodents guide you to your destination (often a ruined world), it's up to the Rangers to clear a path to its core. Whether it's overrun with daemons or the abandoned descendants of the previous tenants, it's the Rangers' responsibility to deal with it before the glorious work of plundering can commence

[zrooper]

A Dreadnought Adrift - Pilot

(Author's note: This story has been floating around in my head for a long time. As the (intentionally punny) title suggests, this is a draft so feedback is very appreciated!)

Aggam Warren 2nd Clutch Scout Ship Affa 

“We can’t escape them at this speed!”  

The fearful exclamation was barely audible over the whistling cry of pain that filled the small chamber. The chitinous walls shivered, and Shaper Theya shivered with them.  

“It hurts...!” She groaned, the empathic tendrils on her head glowing bright red as she wrestled with the ship-construct’s control. “Their first shot cracked the impulse shell; I can’t make it go any faster.” 

“You have to, or they’ll kill us!” Crafter Ornnen insisted, reaching for the Shaper’s shoulder but was blocked by their much larger companion. “We’re so close, if we could just enter the atmosphere…” 

“Enough! She is doing her best!” Tomannorix the Warren Guard interrupted Ornnen’s panic. She herself was immensely frustrated too, after all her muscles and chitin weapons were completely useless when the enemy was so far away. Still, she recognized that whatever slim hope they had to survive hinged on the Shaper-Pilot maintaining her focus.  

An explosion shook them, and the ship screeched in pain. A large crack ran across the rear of the compartment, the wall oozing yellowish blood. “They broke the shell!” Theya gasped, her tendrils coiling as she shared in the construct’s agony. “We’re drifting. Helpless...” 

They watched together on the viewscreen as their attacker’s narrow-bodied metal starship overtook them, then swung lazily around to face them. Tomannorix knew that the front chitin armor would not hold up for long. 

And then the void broke. 

In between the two ships space seemed to twist, then crack, and finally bend in on itself. Out of this hole in the universe a large mass was ejected violently, tumbling before swiftly stabilizing and stopping in place. It was another starship, metallic like the enemies, but at least five times larger than the hunting ship that had been pursuing the Affa. It was long and wide, with a glowing mouth-like aperture in the front that gave it the silhouette of a gigantic seafaring animal.  

“It’s beautiful.” Theya whispered to herself. 

It also appeared to be no less damaged than the Affa was, iridescent flames pouring out of many gaping holes in its hull. 

Feeling threatened by the unexpected giant, or perhaps hoping to capitalize on its broken state, the enemy hunting ship turned and fired its cannons at the intruder. 

A bright hexagonal energy shield appeared, and the projectiles exploded harmlessly against it.  

The hunter continued to fire, with each subsequent shot having no more success against their target. As Theya watched in fascination she saw the holes in the giant rapidly repair, leaving pristine hull plating where the injury was before. 

“…eya… Shaper Theya!” Tomannorix’s shout snapped the Shaper out of her trance. “Can we use this distraction to escape?” 

“Oh, yes!” Theya answered, confirming with her empathic senses that the broken impulse shell had mended enough for the Affa to start limping away towards the nearby planet. 

Just before reentry flames hid them from view, Theya could just make out a small turret on the strange ship turn to retaliate. 

“Thank you.” Theya whispered again, though she knew their savior wouldn’t hear her. 

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Rose Apex, Dreadnought Flagship of the Central Ghost Fleet 

Rose had miscalculated. Fatally. 

She knew it was a trap, that the captured Frigate was just bait. She was aware that their enemy, an entirely energy-based species, was capable of power output at a scale that defied even an ancient AI’s understanding of physics. Despite this, she did not expect that it could reach out from one edge of the galaxy to the other to strike at her.  

It was all Rose could do to avoid its first attack, and when it seized her escort cruiser Seattle and flung it at her she barely managed to open a portal to save her subordinate. It was fortunate that Rose Apex was the best among the Ghost Fleets at manipulating gravitons. 

The final, critical miscalculation occurred when Rose attempted to open another portal to retreat herself. The graviton warping had to be precisely controlled, and the portal had to be entered at an exact angle and velocity to arrive at the proper destination. 

The enemy hit her just before she entered the portal. It was a glancing blow, but it was enough to completely throw her off course. Gravitic tidal forces tore at her hull, exacerbating the damage the energy blast had done. She knew instantly that she was gone. Even if she survived this transit, Rose had no way of calculating where in the universe she would end up. 

When spacetime finally spat her out, Rose assessed her condition.  

Heavy damage, that was obvious enough from the pain in her hull. Numerous hull breaches, but she carried no crew to mind that. Repair systems were already pouring in new nanomaterial plating to close the gaps. Her graviton drive generator was intact, so there was no immediate danger of implosion. Finally, her AI core, undamaged. Even the enemy Emperor would likely struggle to crack a Ghost AI’s heart, but portal malfunctions were an unknown hazard. 

She was aware of two small starships near her emergence location: one a conventional frigate and one badly wounded biological corvette. A cursory scan identified only primitive technology. They were classified as insignificant, and therefore ignored. That is, until the frigate had the audacity to fire at her. 

Rose Apex prided herself on being a levelheaded, compassionate flagship. This attitude had earned her the love and admiration of her subordinate ships, and even a few requests to transfer to her fleet from one of the others. If it was any other day Rose would have probably ignored such a pathetic attack. Simple explosive projectiles wouldn’t have harmed her even if she had allowed them past her shields. 

Today she was not feeling benevolent. 

She aimed a single turret from her secondary armament and fired. A bright red beam of energy punched straight through the irritant vessel, completely obliterating it. 

The biological corvette had wisely scurried away to a nearby planet.  

Rose attempted to contact her fleet. Ghost Fleet communications channels operated on FTL quantum entanglement principles that should work regardless of how far she had been thrown, but the link was silent. It was possible that the portal mishap had disrupted the entanglement, or that an unknown barrier prevented it from working in this area. Rose didn’t want to consider the other possible explanation. 

For the first time in her long existence, she was truly alone. 

[spockvarietyhour]

clearing a path for the city, "Adrift"

[ikkaku-of-heart]

The ultimate Zoro song for any ship, really, and it rightfully belongs on my Ikkaku x Zoro playlist. This man probably went 500 miles in the wrong direction but damn it, he'll walk another 500 miles back to get to her (and then promptly fall over to take a nap).