Deep Black Sea II: By the Pitiless Stars (sign up or ask)

[Jorus Merrill]

"...and the things you've done. By the pitiless stars, the things you've done."
~ Dooku, while mindfrakking Asajj Ventress
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Crew Roster​

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Spoiler

Captain: Jorus Merrill

First Officer/Helm: Commander Chloe Blake

Chief Medical Officer: Commander Rianna be Ar'klim
- Medical Officers (reporting to Commander Ar'klim): Jericho, Nyos Val

Chief of Security: Chief Ermac Laith
- Security Officers (reporting to Chief Laith): Lisa Ticon, Mia Monroe, November Sinclair

Chief of Engineering: Lieutenant Commander Anija Ordo
- Engineering Officers (reporting to Lt.Cmdr Ordo): Kana Truden

SIGINT Officer: Lieutenant Commander Kian Karr

Ship's Counselor (also responsible for battle meditation): Lieutenant Commander Spencer Jacobs

Science Officer: Lieutenant Viktor Romanov

Provisions Specialists: Jaani Doosun, Mrrew

Flight Officers (responsible for operating and/or maintaining the small craft, either starfighters or shuttles/service craft): Catherine Romanov, Flint Michigan, Kitt Solo, [member="Khaleel Malvern"])

The Ship​

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L.S.S. Baobab, MC-42 Ruisto-class​

344 metres long, crew of 650​

Slightly undergunned, heavily shielded, very fast​

Advanced sensors, navigation, and science capabilities​

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The Hangar​

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8 MC-15 Niathal-class shuttles​

6 Terminus-class starfighters (two-seaters)​

6 KKT-74 Cricket construction/maintenance pods​

10 hyperspace probes​

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The Mission​

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Map the depths of Wild Space beyond the Corporate Sector and the Mandalorian territories.​

Deploy hyperspace beacons to establish 'back road' hyperroutes for later exploration.​

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The Secret Mission (brought to you by the Underground)​

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Deploy Ranger transceivers throughout old Sith Empire territory, for SIGINT purposes​

involving the Shadow Empire, the Imperial Remnant, and other potential threats.​

Senior staff has been briefed, as has Mrrew.​

This mission will not enter the territory of any major faction without prior discussion with​

that faction's OOC leadership.​

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When the dust settled, Jorus' voice rang out over the intercom, audible to all members of the Baobab's crew.

"This is the captain speaking. By now you've noticed that we've run into something, that your comlinks are not working, and that there's a large asteroid outside the nearest viewport."

The Baobab had been mapping for a couple of weeks, inscribing a ragged counterclockwise arc through Wild Space at the edge of the galaxy. Then had come a flurry of orders, sensor intercepts, panicking engineers-

And a thud.

"This asteroid," Jorus continued, voice stressed but dry, "is not your average asteroid. So far as our sensors can determine, there's a powerful tractor beam assembly inside, along with a gravity well projector, a full-spectrum comms jammer, and a mining facility. The facility appears to be mining and refining...beskar. Mandalorian iron. Now, before the jamming field came online, we received half of a low-level transmission in mando'a, the Mandalorian language. We currently believe that this asteroid is manned by Mandalorians taken prisoner at the battles of Junction and Toprawa, and from the looks of things it's controlled by leftover forces from the Sith Empire.

"We need to do the following. Medical staff, you'll have your hands full with the injuries from our crash, and there may be more -- we need to expect to be boarded. Security, make ready to repel Imperial boarders. Engineering, and SIGINT, we need to make sure we're still spaceworthy, and we need to figure out where the comms jamming is coming from so we can neutralize it and strike back accurately. Science Officers, we need samples of the asteroid to verify whether or not it actually is Mandalorian iron ore. Flight officers, I need support craft ready to take teams into the asteroid to go after the tractor beam, the gravity well, the mining facility and the comms jammer. That's our next step. We make sure we're secure, we get the comms unjammed, and then we're going to liberate this asteroid before something worse shows up."

 

[Arage Bao]

Who: [member="Catherine Romanov"], [member="Flint Michigan"], [member="Kitt Solo"]
Where: Going for the hangers

It had been a while since Vaudin had taught him how to fly, Khaleel now understood why his Master had made that a priority, even above learning how to read. Flying… it was something else, it felt- it was impossible to describe the feeling of sitting in the pilot chair, infinity stretched before you and all the time in the world to travel wherever you needed to go.

Vaud had made contact with [member=Jorus Merrill] and asked him to take another crewmember on. He told me this was all about experience, that I needed to see more of the world, experience it myself with people that I could (pretty much) trust not to feth me over too badly. Apparently, Merrill was one of those people. Didn’t know about that, but I leaped at the chance; to be able to explore parts of the Galaxy that few if any actually know about these days?

Khal would have given his left arm for that (again, yes.)

He had been assigned as one of flight officers, making sure everything was operational and flight-ready. Which was fine with the thief, this was going to be a doozy. So it was that Khaleel Malvern, former Thief and current Padawan of [member="Vaudin Miir"] , found himself walking down the corridor of a huge capital ship (huge by his account) towards the hangars, to check-up on the fighter squadrons there.

The rest of the crew should either be there already, or would be incoming.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Who: [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Where: Hanger Bay

Flint along with his crew, or those of his crew that would sign on rather, had joined up on a deep space expedition funded by some deep pockets. He wasn't sure why Spacelanes Shippings and Supplies assigned him of all pilots to do the work, but here he was. Who knew, maybe they were hoping the trip was a wash and he wouldn't come back. He was doing a check of 'his' ship, one of the Niathal-Class Shuttles when he began to realize some funky stuff. The comms weren't working, but the equipment looked functional, far more functional then anything on the Nexu.

"Kitt! Can you come take a look at these comms? Something's up and I can't figure what." He said, checking systems here and there. Everything else seemed to work, nothing was broken. Then he began to hear a voice over the intecom in the hanger bay. Stepping out the Niathal Shuttle he left to hear their captain, one [member="Jorus Merrill"], talking about an asteroid, comms jamming, mandalorians, old Sith Empire. Hit Flint a little hard. He'd heard of such an outpost when he was in the Sith Empire, but it was assumed to be propaganda. A legend. To think it actually existed and Mandalorians were still there so many years later? Flint shivered. Poor bastards.

"That'll be us." He said as Jorus put out the Flight Officer commands. "Or at least me. I know both of y'all can fight. Y'all stayin here, taking your own ships, or comin with me?"

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Who: [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Objective: Get into a shuttle

Catherine was lounging on one of the many crates that littered the hangar bay. Not a few feet away, was Flint working on one of the many Niathal shuttles that were part of the Baobab. She had fallen asleep listening to the barely audible beep of her comlink while she slept. The beeping died off suddenly, as her comlink went offline. What followed was a large crash followed by a huge thud, so sudden, it threw Catherine off her crate landing her on the cold durasteel floor with a yelp.

Waking up with a shock, she looked around in a daze, groaning "What the feth was that?" Her question was promptly answered as Captain [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s voice boomed out from the loud speakers ahead. When the announcement was over, she got up as Flint asked if she was coming or going off on her own. She replied "I'll be piloting a shuttle of my own, they need all the pilots they need all the pilots they can get."

She walked over to one of the other Niathal class shuttles, carrying along a bag that held her armour if she so needed it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ermac Laith"] [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="November Sinclair"]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Mission: Prepare to repel boarders.

Lisa moved swiftly through the halls of the ship as the thing rocked hard. Captain Merril had given them sintructions to guard his vessel against hostile forces. Lisa for a moment had cast about for her other collegues but so far had been unable to find them. There were a few entrances into the ship, but the major one was an airlock.

Lisa being of tactical mind and curious nature had scouted it earlier in week when she had come abaord at a local port, and been signed in. Despite being a One Sith, killing fellow imperialists did not bother her in the slightest. She was a Dark Jedi, and as such not bound by the dogma of any force order. She was bound only by her own rules, to survive....

Moments later she arrived at the airlock. The halls were sterile gray plates that reflected the dim orange lights in the airlock zone. Lisa snarled, gathering up a storm of force energy.

The lights would be the first to go. Sith soldiers could hardly hit what they couldn't see.
she kneeled, taking one knee. The black haired woman closed her eyes, plunging into deep meditation. As her force presence reached across the area she opened up her mind and felt the suffering of nearby denizens.

This was enough to stir the beast. The bars of her carefully constructed cage broke loose and it stirred, longing for death and destruction. It wanted to feed. Dark energy began to gather in her core, and fire raced up her spine as the darkside took firm hold in her cells,midichlorians buzzing with evil.

With a simple thought Lisa directed the energy upwards towards the lights, gently unscrewing them from their sockets. All at once the ten orange lights went out, electrical contacts disrupted. Darkness engulfed the airlock and she knelt still, meditating and preparing for the coming conflict.

"Lisa Ticon, in position at main Airlock."

Darkness was all there was in this hallway..... and darkness was her ally.....

 

[Kian Karr]

Who: [member="Anija Ordo"] - [member="Kana Truden"]
Objective: Locate source of jamming.

Darkness.

Darkness was all that Kian saw.....spreading out over world after world, after world, after world. It wasn't the first time the image had come to him in his meditations. The blackness moved like tar, spreading out across the galaxy, moving as if it had a mind of its own. Tendrils of darkness, reaching. Reaching out to consume the galaxy. Reaching out.....for him.

Kian opened his eyes with a start as he felt the screeching, dragging feeling of the ship colliding with something. Kian rose to his feet swiftly, his masked features showing known of the surprise that was evident on his face. Turning toward his bunk, Kian threw on his clothing. Kian wasn't wearing the typical dress you would see him in on Ossus or Ruusan. He had forgone his dark black and green Jedi Shadow robes for something a little less obvious. Now he stood dressed in black pants and a dark grey tunic. His clothing was pressed and clean, a hard feat given the cramped conditions of the voyage. But Kian was the meticulous sort.

As the voice of Captain [member="Jorus Merrill"] began coming over the comm system, Kian was already out the door and on the move, listening intently to the orders being issued. Kian wasn't an explorer, he wasn't a much of a rebel, nor was he all that interested in mapping these regions of space. He was, however, very interested in what was not being openly discussed. He was very interested in learning more about the remnants of the Sith empire that might be lingering out here.....as well as other such threats.

Arriving at his station, Kian said nothing, but dropped directly into his chair and went about his work. He would need to find the source of the jamming signal and fast.

"Working on the jamming." Kian called out to Engineering Officer [member="Kana Truden"] and her commanding officer [member="Anija Ordo"] as his hand flew over the display in front of him. Things would be difficult given the fact that much of the displays he would use for this sort of task were down due to the effects of the jamming. There was of course one saving grace. Typically, though certainly not all the time, the use of a large jamming field like this would effect the systems of both enemy and allied vessels. It came down to a matter of calculating the location of the tractor beam holding the ship and the effect size of the jamming array to plot out an estimated location.

Of course that all hinged on the fact that this jamming system would be effecting the systems of the enemy vessels. If it were a more advanced system, it could be virtually anywhere.

"Three possibilities calculated." Kian said after a few moments. Looking over the display, he began to calculate in the flight patterns of the approaching enemy vessels. If they could cross reference the potential locations of the jamming device with the flight patterns of the approaching boarding parties, they would be able to come up with estimates of likeliest location.

"A few more minutes and I can be more exact." Kian said dryly.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Who: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="November Sinclair"]
Location: Airlock
Objective: Establish defensive perimeter. Prepare to repel boarders.

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...he'd been in the brig, scanning minor documents on a terminal, when the ship was rocked and he was almost thrown out of his seat. When the dust settled Laith had looked up from his terminal, taken a quick inventory of anything that might have been jostled out of place around him and then climbed onto his feet slowly while Captain Merrill's voice came across the intercom in the area. Laith listened, a frown touching the corners of his mouth, then moved to the nearest viewport where he saw the asteroid looming in the distance while the Captain explained that this was no ordinary asteroid and that they could expect boarders and would be needed to repel them...

...proceeding the intercom located in the brig Laith would activate it so that he had direct access to the bridge seeing as how the comms were unavailable at the moment..."Understood Captain. Proceeding to the armory on my level before making my way to the main airlock."...he was about to be on his way when he hesitated..."If you could make an announcement for security personnel to do likewise before heading to the airlock that would be helpful."...once he'd made his request he was gone. A lot of the time Laith might seem to press his authority further then he should be he knew his job and understood that sometimes an adamant hand was necessary in completing it...

...leaving the brig behind Laith would have traveled to the local armory, all security personnel would have codes allowing them access, which he'd have ducked inside to acquire the necessary equipment. If Laith wasn't expecting hostilities he often didn't come outfitted with his Beskar'gam which was safely stowed in his quarters. Inside the armory he retrieved a light set of personnel body armor, basically an anti ballistics vest that would soak up a few shots, as well as an ARC-9956 Blaster Rifle which was a staple as far as he was concerned. Light Armor outfitted and Blaster Rifle in hand Laith only had two other toys he needed at the moment. One was a pair of goggles he slipped over his head which allowed him to see in the infrared spectrum and the other was a non lethal collection of three grenades which he could use to subdue seeing as how he didn't want to damage the ship. Everything done he left the armory and proceeded to the airlock...

...upon arriving at the airlock Laith was thankful he'd outfitted himself with the goggles seeing as how the lighting in the corridor stretching out from the airlock had gone dark leaving the area black. With his goggle strapped on Laith could still see into the infrared spectrum however which meant he'd have seen Lisa Ticon in due time thanks to her natural body heat unless she had a way to dampen that as well. Once he was within range to speak casually he'd have addressed her..."Security Officer Ticon."...he addressed the majority of the members on his team by their designations..."It's dark in her."...he also had astounding skills of perception..."The Imperial Trooper has access to night vision optics. Remain vigilant."...he'd take a position further back where he could use a junction in the corridors breaking off from the airlock as cover...

...any ship personnel that happened upon him could expect to find the Chief taking a position down on one knee, his Blaster Rifle raised and snug inside the crevice of his right shoulder while his left arm supported the neck of the weapon, aiming ahead in the direction hostiles were expected...​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ermac Laith"]

Lisa nodded in the dark as Ermac approached. Indeed it was dark in here and getting darker she gathered her strength.

"Yes, yes it is. I doubt that the imperials have though this far ahead however, especially this isolated."

Lisa returned to her meditation, expanding her search and gorging herself on whatever negative emotion could found. Her passion for battle was her hallmark. She loved to kill. Despite that she had sworn to obey the captain on this trip she was tempted to start unleashing the wrath she had built up then and there.

Not now, another time perhaps. Focus, remain on the mission.

Lisa steeled herself, reigning in her savagery and remaining ever so still....

 

[Kana Truden]

Where: Engineering
Who: [member="Anija Ordo"] (?) - [member="Kian Karr"] (!)

All the different looks Kana has circled through as the man she had previously known as ‘Captain Gideon’ had turned out to be the one and only - apparently formerly deceased - [member="Jorus Merrill"] must have been one hell of a display. Having believed it to be a chance for an old favor to be repaid Kana soon found herself joining the man’s engineering team. However, to call it a team felt odd and from what she had seen so far it was probably more accurate to call it a duo. Not that she minded it, but the more the merrier as they say. Perhaps the others had been on break, or maybe they’d come crawling out of the woodworks soon enough?

She had been put to work under someone named ‘Anija Ordo’ which just like most other names was a name she had never heard of before. At least they had shared their hellos and pleasantries so far, but not a lot of them. There were more around, of course, and to her surprise [member="Kian Karr"] of all people was on-board. A long-time friend and a person she had worked with before. He was one of their most respected Masters after all.

Kana’s expertise was in computers. Being put on engineering was certainly a new challenge but just like anyone else aboard the ship she too was going give it her best shot. Kian called out his readings. Kana leaned over a workbench and Anija was doing… Something, she wasn’t quite sure what it was yet.

“Got it.” She called out to her friend. “Keep going and we should be fine.”

Kana looked over at Anija.

“What’s our next move? You’re the chief.”

 

[Rianna Organa]

Location: Personal Quarters, then corridor outside medbay
Who: Jericho and Nyos Val

Chief Medical Officer. Rianna looked at the title one more time, she only hoped she could do the job well.

One thing she wanted her staff to know, they did not need her to tell them what to do, what she was there for was to make sure they had supplies, the they had what they needed, report to the Captain, and be a doctor.

[member="Jericho"], and [member="Nyos Val"] she had reviewed their records quickly and knew them to be quite capable of performing duties independently or in teams. Then she had gone to sleep.

What brought her from slumber was the voice of the captain, no commlinks, and an asteroid. An asteroid that was manipulated. Rianna was out of bed and dressing quickly in her scrubs.

Rianna had no doubt that her teams were already working from the moment the ship came in contact with the asteroid.

Teams of crew trained in first aid would be bringing the severely injured into the main medbay.

She couldn't ask anyone where they were so she'd have to get eyes on. She already felt bad for anyone wearing a red shirt they'd be among some of the first to suffer. She was out her door, and running toward the medbay. As she got closer there were stretchers in the hall, she stopped and began examining patients. Who could wait, who needed to go in.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew had been contacted after the last voyage about a second; this one less dangerous, going through wild space rather then another Galaxy, just mapping out some uncharted territory... and send out some probes. Not too interesting, but it could be a nice little vacation, of sorts, just flying around uncharcted territory. Then again he'd thought something similer about the last voyage... which ended up with them being atttacked by pirates. This time he came prepared with half his armory stashed away in his room. However, as the weeks stretched on it didn't look like he was going to need them. It seemed to just be a quiet exploration voyage without trouble.

So of course they'd have to be captured by an imperial prison asteroid. Something had to go wrong. Something always went wrong when Mrrew left his ship. The Togorian sighed heavily sa the ship jerked, followg by a loud thud that echoed through the corridors; followed by the Captain's message. Comlinks where out... great. The first week or so, Mrrew had at least carried his Chiru rifle with him like he normally did elsewhere, just in case, but as weeks stretched un uneventful he'd started leaving all his weapons back in his room... On the other side of the ship. At least this time he'd studied the floor map and crew list as not to get lost... otherwise he'd spend half an hour trying to get frompoint A to point B like last time. Mrrew sighed as he made his way swiftly to his quarters. Hopefullyy they wouldn't be boarded quite yet. He wanted to make sure he could blast some holes in them when they did.

(Tl;dr: Heard the message, going to my quarters to get my weapons)

 

[Kitt Solo]

Hangar Bay


[member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]




Toothbrush hung sloppily from her mouth as she hopped into the hangar, one foot securely in a boot, the other trying to get there. She bumped into some kid [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and mumbled a minty-fresh apology. “Mff, sowwy.”



Burnt chestnut strands of hair remained askew in what could only be described as significant bedhead-style.



She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and clipped it to her half-strapped on tool-belt that hung haphazardly around the curves of her hips. She nodded to her crewmate, Catherine and mumbled to Flint, “Why do these things always have to happen when I’m hitting a good REM-cycle?”



She finally managed to jam her second foot into the boot. She straightened and tried to maintain some ounce of professionalism even with the laces still undone. “I’m with you, Captain. Do they have any hotcakes on these shuttles?”

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Main Hangar
[member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Ermac Laith"] [member="November Sinclair"]

Mia had been in a daydream when then ship was jostled, one moment she was sat in her chair, the next on the floor. A slight frown creased her forehead as she got to her feet, head tilting to listen to Jorus and Laith on the Intercom. Main Airlock, no problem. But that wasn't the only way into this ship. She glanced around her, discovering her equipment that had been laid out neatly on her desk, was strewn across the floor.

She picked it up, piece by piece. Combat knife slotted into her boot, a bolter strapped tighly to each thigh. An ammunition belt, loaded with grenades about her waist. Bit by bit she worked upwards, until she slotted the last peices into place. The beskad given to her by Anija on Mandayaim, and a comm piece in her ear. Satisfied, she scooped up a heavy repeating ripper and made for the main hangar.

She liked these deep space missions. Here there was no cloud hanging over her, no concern abuot what might be. It was just her, the crew, and whatever the hell space wanted to throw at them. It was easier here to slip int the mental state of a soldier with little regard for life. "Sir," she greeted as she joined the pair in the hanger. "Ticon."

For a moment she was quiet, her head slightly cocked as if listening to something her lips curling into a smile. "Shall we play whose the better killer?"

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Science Bay

Viktor felt the crash, but his legs ignored the impact as well as his machines. He had made a few upgrades to the science bay to be more... useful to Viktor. He had modified everything in the room to make it gyroscopic so nothing would tip over in case of an impact. He began appropriating himself to the nearby sciences and the room. He checked out his machines to make sure they were all calibrated properly and double checked that his chemicals were in the proper place.

He prepared his mineral sampler as the team would most likely be bringing him the sediment from the asteroid that had crashed into the starship. The captain said it was Beskar, which was possible, but improbable. It would likely be from an extragalactic source, Viktor toyed with the thought of it being a new compound, but he passed it off as the wanderings of his human side. More likely it would be some basic rock, though the activity on it proved that it held some value to it's current occupants.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

Lisa opened her eyes and stood, now sufficiently charged up. she regarded the other woman with an inquisitive stare. She also was forcer, much like Lisa's self. She could sense she was not just light, or not just dark. This was a nice change of pace for Lisa whom had spent countless months in the grimy Sith Temple on coruscant.

The air here was not choked by evil and darkness, but a healthy neutrality.

Except for the waves of darkness that Lisa had gathered, washing like invisible shadow from her body.

"We shall."

 

[Nyos Val]

Medical Bay


Nyos was in the medbay when the calls came over the comm that the pilot forgot to check the radar after he hit an asteroid. Nyos laughed to himself as he moved to the main room of the bay as he waited for the injuries to flood in.


I'm sending out teams to the contact areas to collect wounded, no one dies while they're on my tables. Get going.


Nyos grabbed a med-kit and moved to the zones most damaged.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Who: [member="Flint Michigan"] , [member="Kitt Solo"] , [member="Khaleel Malvern"] , [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Objective: Ferry Preliminary Response Team to the asteroid

Pulling on a clutch that released the air pressure lock of the shuttle, the door hissed opened, as Catherine made her way into the cockpit of one of the Niathal-class shuttles. As one of the Flight Officers onboard the Baobab, she would be responsible for the small craft onboard, as well as several other duties. Ferrying a preliminary response team(PRT) to the asteroid was one such duty. The team would then check out the asteroid and provide reports to the command bridge team, providing valuable intel to the captain.

Starting up the engines of the ship, she conducted the standard preliminary flight checks, as she waited for the team to board. The team consisted of a squad of soldiers, acting as scouts. The engines began to warm up, growling louder every minute. The scouts began to check their weapons and equipment, preparing themselves for what danger awaited them ahead. Satisfied with their checks, the response team boarded the ship.

Pressing a button on the dashboard, Catherine shut the door, hissing at the air pressure seal locked into place. Engines roaring, the dropship took off, one of the first ships departing from the Baobab heading towards the alien asteroid.

Hitting the intercom button, she reported "Captain, this is Vulture, PRT departing now. Heading to identified asteroid."


(PS: Anyone is free to be the response team if they so wish, if not this first wave, it will just be NPCs.)

 

[Flint Michigan]

Who: [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Where: Hangerbay and Spaaaaaaaace
What: Drop Support Team.

"Alright Cat. Fly true. I'll be on channel oh-two-alpha-whiskey-bravo when they stop jamming the comms." Flint said to [member="Catherine Romanov"] as she headed for a Niathal Class shuttle. [member="Kitt Solo"] on the other hand was staying with Flint, and asking for a hotcake. It took most every fiber of Flint's willpower not to give into instict and give a smart-alec response about this not being a pleasure cruise, but by the presence of the toothbrush on Kitt's toolbelt, the frazzled and frayed look of her hair, and the untied nature of her right boot Flint decided now wasn't the time to push.

"Think all we got for the trip was some caf and ration bars Kitt." He said, putting an arm around her and squeezing for a minute. "But I might have hidden from food from the Detroit Nexu under the gunnery seat." He whispered in her ears, before letting her go and heading towards his Niathal Shuttle, waving in the support teams that came. He gave a yell to the other spacers in the hanger, including one roguish fellow by the name of [member="Khaleel Malvern"].


"Everyone get on Channel oh-two-alpha-whiskey-bravo! Once we can get those jammers down we'll be in a lot better shape. Stay safe out there." He said, before heading into the ship and prepping for takeoff, having completed his checks before the alarm went off. They'd be flying through the stars soon, and man did it look like a hotzone out there.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Catherine Romanov"]

"Copy that, Vulture. Let me know if you spot any possible entrances to the asteroid."

 

[The End Narrator]

November leaned back against the wall and stared at the pair through the multi-view HUD with little else beyond an unimpressed look written on her face. Her carbine was pressed against her side tightly as she pushed off the wall and gestured towards the airlock. “Let's hope they don't know it’s pitch black in this vessel and they don't come in with flash projectiles…” She said as the view of her HUD adjusted, scanning as best it could in the immediate area but the interference of that damned asteroid was wreaking havoc on her systems. There was no telling if she could actually stealth and be protected in the manner that her armor was designed.

It didn’t matter, she would be able to use her combat prowess and physical prowess to her advantage. Her only fear was some of her weaponry wasn’t designed for use inside of a vessel unless she wanted to make it go “BOOM” and that wasn’t exactly the case here. She frowned softly and looked to [member="Lisa Ticon"] and then [member="Mia Monroe"]. “I’ll keep score for you two…” She mused and propped her rifle up against her right shoulder. There wasn’t any point in not having fun, it was a waiting game.

And that damned [member="Jorus Merrill"], damn him to the Seven Circles of the Netherworld.

She approached him about some side work, and he said he was looking for some extra guns on something like this. She didn’t realize it was going to be a roll of the dice every day, well she should have expected that with him. It wasn’t a first time – There was this one time she woke up in a cell on Myrkr after being caught by some rogue Mandalorian clan.

Then there was that ghost ship where she managed to break through the floor and piss off the dark crew and well nearly become damned herself.

Good times…

But still, damn Jorus!

[member="Ermac Laith"]