Given her insistence across the ethernet earlier, Shu has taken it upon herself to take an active role in the evacuation of the civilians of Flotsam. As 80,000 people needed to be sheltered in the Vault, this is not a process that could happen in a single day or even a week. Most importantly, the Empire's eyes could not be allowed to catch a glimpse of this process, else the Vault's defenses would be compromised.
It is decided that each ship in the flotilla of Flotsam will be assigned a departure date spreading across two weeks. Civilians would evacuate and be replaced by a skeleton crew of combatants able to man the ships and maintain the integrity of the fleet. In the meantime, the people of Vault were called upon to volunteer to host evacuees in their homes for the remainder of the month. Throughout this, Shu and a large number of other Corsairs attend to various tasks ranging from creating evacuation routes and physically guiding people off the ships to something as menial as sweeping empty homes in the Vault in preparation for incoming guests.
prompt 1; In the evening, Shu is high up in the crow's nest of an empty boat, looking up at the stars with lists of family names and parchment marked with evacuation routes scattered around her.
"4,536 people transferred today. We are behind schedule... I very much fear this will not be sufficient."
prompt 2; Shu is holding an elderly woman's arm as she gently maneuvers her down a (seemingly unbearably long) path towards the warp platform. The woman is loudly going on and on about how in her day, she would have held off the Empire alone with a gun in each hand and how her no-good son wasn't even going to participate in the fighting and if she didn't have her sciatica, there would be no possible --
"Yes, Grandmother. Of course, Grandmother. Please watch your step here, Grandmother..."
prompt 3; Shu is in the Vault, inside a depressing looking tiny room that resembles a cell or a large closet, holding a broom in her hands and dubiously reading off a list.
"...A family of seven is supposed to stay here. Four children from 2 to 12 years old."
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Evacuation
Date: 2024-09-07 03:19 pm (UTC)It is decided that each ship in the flotilla of Flotsam will be assigned a departure date spreading across two weeks. Civilians would evacuate and be replaced by a skeleton crew of combatants able to man the ships and maintain the integrity of the fleet. In the meantime, the people of Vault were called upon to volunteer to host evacuees in their homes for the remainder of the month. Throughout this, Shu and a large number of other Corsairs attend to various tasks ranging from creating evacuation routes and physically guiding people off the ships to something as menial as sweeping empty homes in the Vault in preparation for incoming guests.
prompt 1; In the evening, Shu is high up in the crow's nest of an empty boat, looking up at the stars with lists of family names and parchment marked with evacuation routes scattered around her.
"4,536 people transferred today. We are behind schedule... I very much fear this will not be sufficient."
prompt 2; Shu is holding an elderly woman's arm as she gently maneuvers her down a (seemingly unbearably long) path towards the warp platform. The woman is loudly going on and on about how in her day, she would have held off the Empire alone with a gun in each hand and how her no-good son wasn't even going to participate in the fighting and if she didn't have her sciatica, there would be no possible --
"Yes, Grandmother. Of course, Grandmother. Please watch your step here, Grandmother..."
prompt 3; Shu is in the Vault, inside a depressing looking tiny room that resembles a cell or a large closet, holding a broom in her hands and dubiously reading off a list.
"...A family of seven is supposed to stay here. Four children from 2 to 12 years old."