Abandoned : Anyone Got a Map?

[Kohai Drenn]

"I do think the station has rotational thrusters. Probably won't do us much good, but it's a start. I'm running outta sparks." An odd look crossed Corvetta's features. Kohai couldn't tell if she was thoughtful, nervous, or hungry.

Clasping her hands behind her head, Kohai let out an unabashed yawn. "Well, we've got a lotta time to think through it all, I'm sure we can get this thing souring with the best of 'em soon...ish" She trailed off. The whole project was a dream come true, but at the same time, it was a whole new kind of pressure. She wasn't worried, though. She'd deliver the goods when it came down to it.

Her buddy spoke up again. "Maybe he just wanted a couple hot girls hangin'. He seems like he could be that type," Kohai sputtered into giggles, which quickly evolved into more pronounced laughter. "He's got bad taste if he picked me, though."

The engineer stifling her laughing, so as to avoid bothering that old electrician, in case he was still around. Pushing herself off the wall behind her, Kohai slid along the floor, coming to a seated position face to face with Corvetta. Is she being serious, right now?

"Don't gimme that slag. You're hot, and you know it. Ya don't have to fish for compliments my way." She meant it, too. Quickly eyeing her up and down, she couldn't find any problems, at least nothing that she was aware of. "Seriously, though. Here's hoping he at least partially wanted us for our skills. I wouldn't want to be competing with you."

[member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Kohai Drenn"] | @Corvetto Salvo

Several Days Later :

Just when it was thought the station couldn't go any slower, it came to a grinding halt. The half-way drop off point had been reached. The Tempus-Ardent class freighter was waiting at the invisible intersection, slowly gliding its way to the space station. On board and scheduled for transfer were several hundred crates of supplies and a handful of specialized crew members that would be finishing the space station on the final leg of its journey.

Crews bustled around the station, frantic with activity. Large pallets of goods lumbered up and down the halls and clogged the turbolifts. Luckily most of the electrical issues had been solved on board and things were running much more smoothly. The brown outs were all but eliminated. Metal sheathing now gleamed where there was once gaping an open skeleton of the station, complete with electrical insides.

All in all, the space station was looking real and complete.

"Where is Miss Salvo? Miss Drenn?" Judah was walking through the halls with a large Selkath man who would help over see the finishing touches. "I hope she knows where we are going. We're sitting dead in the middle of CIS space. I hate this place, brings up nothing but bad memories."

Speaking of bad memories, those who would profit from the stealing of cargo were lurking just beyond scanner range....

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Miss Salvo was drinking. Of course, no one would have known that, as she secretly engaged in this activity in her own quarters. Fun times.

She and Kohai had worked out some sneaky ways to divert more power to propulsion in order to get them here a little sooner, though it was tough going and they might have only arrived a day or two ahead of schedule. Hopefully Judah did not know or at least did not care. Corvetta was feeling rather savvy. She was feeling so savvy that she was attempting to read through her intoxicated eyeballs--and she could hardly read without liquor vision.

Suddenly, the entire hulk of the station seemed to shunt briefly. Even drunk Corvetta found that strange. Picking up the comm unit, she radioed her friend. "Heeeyyy, Ko-Ko... Was that one of our rigs?"

[member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai was busy trying to fix the display module on her datapad when her buddy, Corvetta's voice echoed from the comm on the floor beside her.

"Heeeyyy, Ko-Ko... Was that one of our rigs?"

Taking hold of her commlink, the girl brought the device to her lips. "Umm... I don't know. Why? What's up, girl?"

She's drunk...

She knew it wasn't any business if hers, but it always worried her when her friend would get in that state. Regardless, she knew the spacer well enough to tell when she was irked, so she began looking for her boots.

[member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

"Missing? Our navigator and chief mechanic are missing?"

"Yes Sir. No where to be found. We've searched the mess hall, dormitories, security center, all of the central controls. Anywhere logical for two persons of their nature to be we've searched high and low. I've even gotten the construction and fabrication workers looking for them." The near-human man paused slightly, thinking. "Perhaps they got caught up in an air lock and were jettisoned with the waste. We did all proper refuse disposal roughly two days back."

"If they got themselves stuck in trash and jettisoned, that was their stupidity. Check again throughout the facility once more. After that, well....I'll round up one of the shuttle Captains and co-navigate with him or her."

"Rightly so. Shall I prepare for loading?"

"Go ahead, we've got to keep on schedule."

Outside the viewport, a cargo shuttle preparing for docking with the station seemed to start having difficulty. Upon closer inspection, a steady volley of fire from an opposing ship could be seen raining down on the cargo freighter. Why anyone would wish to steal his electrical supplies and foodstuffs was beyond thought. Unless...well, unless these folks thought they were getting his salvaged space station. Judah didn't put it past the Horde to try to recover it.

"Focus on getting that scum off our tail. If need be, lets have our cargo evac the area."

"As you wish."