[Free Worlds Coalition] Survive

[Laira Darkhold]

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A few days ago an ancient Lucrehulk Core Ship bearing CIS markings was detected by the Ranger Corp in an uninhabited system near Humbarine. The system is dying, with a dim star orbited by an asteroid field and only a few lifeless planetoids. The ship in question is one of the largest objects in the system, with a dust cloud surrounding the vessel.

The vessel registered no signs of power, however its trajectory indicated it was travelling away from the system's central star against the force of gravity. A small team of Rangers took high intensity scans of the listing vessel, discovering its registry codes and identifying it as a missing CIS Research Vessel sent into the Deep Core to fabricate a weapon to counter the Jedi Knights of the time.

After transmitting their findings the team made contact with the ship to investigate the interior. Since then, no contact with that team has been made. A second team was dispatched to monitor the vessel from a distance, but has yet to engage or interdict the system.

At the behest of several Neimoidian scientist the Purse World's government has offered a substantial reward for the station's central databanks recovery. Rumors have arisen that the Neimoidians are aware of the what is on board the vessel or what they were studying, but are unsubstantiated. In response however the Free Worlds Coalition desires to inspect the databanks for themselves before making them available to the public.

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Laira sat comfortably in the co-pilot's chair of the little shuttle beside the Ranger piloting the craft. "All system's green. Ready to go when you are." Behind them, a number of other guests could be seated and a series of sensor and investigation equipment crates were stacked and netted between the two rows of seating facing each other.

OOC

Spoiler

The Hulk has atmosphere, but is not underpower. Power to each section can be reactivated as we go. The area around the Hulk has a draining effect on ships, almost like an EMP field that gets worse the longer a ship is inside it (simple explanation for why we can't all just leave, but if you get there and then decide you would prefer to leave, by all means fix your ship and do so)

Numerous B-1 and B-2 Battle Droids patrolling or guarding key locations, they are rundown and in a state of disrepair, but there are enough of them over all to be dangerous. Droideka and BX as the story and writers desire.

Objectives:
A) Investigate the Station, restoring Power to necessary Functions. Locate the Laboratory

B) Keep Battle Droids from further damaging the shuttle

C) Repair the shuttle for escape of the derelict station.

 

[Cato Fett]

Cato sat strapped and webbed in Seat 19, close to the forward cockpit and near the entry airlock portcullis. In the partial quiet, tagging Vereen a green ‘All Set’ on her viewscreen heads-up-display, he studied a handful of forwarded intelligence materials on his datapad.

A finger scrawled through an enhanced text wall. Picking out choice details. Confederate Lucrehulk, maybe complete with a control ball-ship and surrounding ‘hull ring’. Ten-body team of selected Ranger operatives had made tentative first contact before boarding, transmitting they’d receive no answer to their multi-spectrum hails. They had failed check in three hours later, and at thirsty six hours, Alderaanian control activated whatever Rangers were in the local system and not as yet out on assignment. It took Cato fifteen seconds to gather his waiting gear and muster out aboard Laira Vereen’s parent ship and then next aboard her launch shuttle.

The Mandalorian frowned, pausing to listen to a ten second exchange between the Ranger assaulters and their home-vessel. The audio washed out three seconds in, crackling with volume pops, sinking down through increasing, hollow static. Voices indistinct. Analysis highlighted a brief, two-second spurt of rapid comm exchanges before a sudden, cold cut-off. Cato tugged at his compression drysuit collar. A bad feeling wormed in his marrow...

[member="Laira Vereen"]

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Cato Fett"], [member="Laira Vereen"]


Creepy, foreboding Space Hulk? Check. Recon team that had gone missing and probably suffered a terrible fate? Check. Intrepid band of adventurers who had been charged with investigating the aforementioned space hulk after the first team went quiet? Check. Welcome to Sole Survivor: Space Hulk Edition.


Anyhow, Askari was among the band of adventurers, Rangers and misc. Coalition affiliated people who'd volunteered for this quest. Or been volunteered, in some cases! Unlike her battle sister Kaida Taldir, Askari had not been exposed much to humans, beyond occasional interactions with Firemane personnel.


The FWC had opened its doors to Eldorai refugees in the aftermath of the calamity on Kaeshana, so it was proper to help out. She looked around the group, her eyes briefly falling upon their firemaned pilot. Redheads were rare among the Eldorai, who associated the colour with good luck. The Angelii had a vaguely ominous feeling about this mission. It reminded her of one too many mission against the Bando Gora savages back in the day. May Ashira be with them!

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"This is your lovely co-pilot speaking. We will be cruising today at an altitude that will rapidly diminish." Laira flicked a handful of switches on the control board as the pilot eased them out of the hangar and out on their journey towards the derelict ship. "Hang on to yourselves and try not to make a mess." With that she clicked off the intercomm, not that those nearest to the cockpit couldn't hear her. There wasn't a divider or door or anything between them. "All systems green Captain."

"Alright. Get on the sensor board and get as good scans of the dust cloud as you can." The ranger beside her said, easing the throttle forwards with the Away Team on board and ready to go. One Mandalorian working with the Ranger Corp, the pilot, and one other Ranger. One Engineer that had been hired on for this specifically, some others Laira didn't know about, and then the Angeli from the Tygaran Alliance who was a welcome surprise addition to the small little group. Sensor scans showed what she had been told to expect for the most part. Patches of static, dots of utter blackness where the sensors registered nothingness despite a visible craft there. The dust cloud seemed to consist largely of simple nebulous material which wouldn't cause any problems.

"Still no power readings from the craft. Life sign scans are being jumbled. I'm getting readings for one being in the engineering bay. No, its nothing. Just static from the dust cloud." Laira grumbled to herself about the difficulty of scanning and getting proper energy readings from this thing. It caused a growing sinking feeling in her stomach that perhaps the first team was still trapped on the vessel solely because of all the disturbances surrounding it.

The shuttle jerked and yawed as it entered the dust cloud suddenly, as though smacked by some unknown force. Warning klaxons began flashing in the cock pit, static electricity crackling off the control board on the dash. The pilot beside Laira hauled on the control stick, trying to keep control of the craft. "Hard to port!" The pilot shouted to the redhead who heaved her secondary controller as hard as she could as a piece of debris blew past them at breakneck pace, conveniently hidden and obscured by the static and black spots on the sensor board. The jerk of the ship jarred the pilot as the pair struggled to avoid several larger objects that appeared in their way.

Laira's danger sense was burning in the back of her head as they pulled through the dust. "We're losing power. Steady the yoke and hit SLAMs." The afterburners on the engine mounts flared, pushing the vessel further towards the derelict craft. The readings on the dash indicated the fuel cells in the shuttle were being drained at an alarming rate, no turning back now. Having flown in combat and through debris fields, Laira had the aching feeling some of this debris was tracking the shuttle as though it was being fired or launched. Sensors couldn't confirm any trajectory changes due to the static, but it just seemed so random that several pieces would suddenly fall into their path on intercept courses no matter which way they turned and they would be moving that fast and maintain orbit around the station.

"Bring us around to that hangar on the east facing. We'll be going in hot." The ship rocked, suddenly struck in the rear by a piece of debris that slammed into them. "That's it for the shields."

"That dust is fogging out sensors. Power at twenty percent." Laira had been in some tight spots and seen some bad coincidences when flying around the galaxy, but rarely so many stacked together at once. A long range craft intended for extended missions shouldn't be at twenty percent power for one in system flight. Her fleet flexing the pedals, she rolled the shuttle over a piece of debris that blocked their path, slamming the engines as hard as she could towards the hangar. "BRACE!"

[member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Cato Fett]

“We’re venting atmo!”

A jag of particle debris had poked a millimetre puncture through an angle in the shuttle’s ablative hulling. Cato laced and buckled emergency webbing braces and dug his heels against the decking, blood and stomach churning with the vessel’s tumbling pitch. He felt the forward pilots yawing the aft tail out, clipping through a frayed cloud of detritus. Twisting forward, he watched the Lucrehulk shudder in the viewport, HUD hardlight overlays failing, an emergency scroll of compromised vessel systems blinking on a cracked panel slate before an inexplicable surge blew the screen out.

“Wayii...” Cato felt a seam in the decking beside his boots warp and buckle.

The vessel canted and hewed to an arcing course, expending fuel reserves, battling its own defaulting steerage controls. Beyond the blinkered viewport, the hangar-ring opened like a waiting maw, dark save where unfiltered sunlight sheared through compromised fissures torn through the hulling. Cato fought with g-force, reaching under his seating. Prying a plastique case out of its strap binders, retrieving an emergency rebreather mask and a handful of 02 canisters no larger than a swollen finger.

Briefly, the chaos paused. The Mandalorian glanced up, to the cockpit, through partial, grey light. And then, tipping round, the shuttle cantered and pinwheeled as the edge of starboard nacelle wing scraped with the decking. Heat and stomach acid roiled up his throat, the tossing gravity rearranging the orientation of his organs. Cato grappled a hand with a bracing rung and held on, teeth grit in dogged silence. The vessel seemed to right itself. And then plunged, nose forward and down, across the hangar decking. Metal and alloys screamed, durasteel on durasteel.

Power died in the cabin. Interior wreckage pried off loosened panelling fell and piled. Emergency klaxons still whined and keened.

“Sound off,” Cato coughed, releasing his webbing buckles. “Who’s alive?”

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"]

 

[Rashae]

She went along as she was requested for medical support and as a scientist. Though she had no idea how or why. Considering the hints she got of the type of science they were dealing with, it sounded intriguing if to most a myth. Still the initial data she had acquired was slim. In some cases out right blocked. Now that was curious. Blocked stuff + it doesn't exist + token sacrificial data that could be inaccurate and a diversion = Something interesting.

Rashae was aboard with the rest of them trying to stay out of the way. She took up a science protocol to scan as they approached. It was times like this she wished she had the Padme's scans. It was built somewhat for scans like this. She looked at the peculiar static and blips of something then static. Was there a pattern as she watched and 'listened' to the static. Then the ship lurched and she was struck with the electrical shock of the panel that sent her crashing back. Rashae found it hard to get up off the floor as the ship rocked for one reason or another. The sound was deafening as she put her burnt hands on her ears and tucked her knees in on the ground where she was thrown to.

A rebreather was dropped on her by someone. The doctor slowly put it on. “Doctor Lovous here.” Sort of. Kind of. Though she was shaking. She knew she had electrical burns running her forearms. She was alive though. The ship didn't seem to rock anymore as every single bruise she got from being knocked around was felt. Now to get to her feet and get a medkit.

[member="Cato Fett"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles was brought aboard as a last minute choice. Also was brought aboard as additional security to make sure the rest of the team was reinforced as much as possible.

He felt different, being in a ship other than his own. The ship rocked hard from impact. Myles absorbed the recoil of the impact and was restrained by his safety webbing. He saw Doctor [member="Rashae"] get thrown back and onto the floor. The vessel came to a brief halt and wasn't rocking anymore: time for recovery.

Davorak unbuckled his safety harness and proceeded over to the doctor while answering [member="Cato Fett"]. "Myles here, a lil' shaken up but I am good, how's the situation looking may i ask?" There may not be any good news but Myles always had a habit of wanting to know the state of things. He walked over to the First Aid Kit station on the wall and grabbed a medkit before kneeling down before Rashae

"Took quite a fall there Doc, you gonna be alright?"
He held the medkit out to her and offered a half-smile
[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Credits.

The driving force of civilization. The motivation behind this extreme endeavor Darryl risked taking. Long story short, a bunch of rich neimodians were offering good cash for some datacores and info on a derelict ship in space. Holomovies that involved space and derelict ships never ended well but you know - driving force of civilization. The conman had heard info of Rangers of the recently formed Coalition of planets in the Core were hitting that ship for a similar task that the Neimodians were paying good money for. So, Darryl took a loan, invested in a good forger and here he was.

Ranger Caleb Hanké. On duty as designated slicer specialist.

A half decent space amor, a cheap revolver and a ridiculous helmet on which his panicked face could be seen was all he had as the shuttle plummeted to its death and his own doom within the massive derelict starship. Some people prayed to God, other to many Gods, then others prayed to the Force and then there was Darryl praying for one last cigarette before he met his doom.

Alas, the heavens would not open up and present him his final cigarette as the redhead managed in some mysterious way to crash this ship into the hangar without killing the galactic 'entrepreneur'.

Brave men and women stood up beside him, survivors of the crash and ready to do their job. For a moment, Darryl thought of just acting dead and wait till help comes to pick them up and away from this nightmare. However, the driving force of civilization lifted him up and he wiped dust and debris from the armor as if he was wearing one of his many suits.

"So who let the redhead pilot?"

Not me for sure.

[member="Myles Davorak"] | [member="Rashae"] | [member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Vaena Askari"]​

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Myles Davorak"], [member="Rashae"], [member="Cato Fett"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Darryl Montreux"]


And so our intrepid band of adventurers made their grand entrance. Naturally, it was dramatic, for they crashed into the hangar. Miraculously, they did so without all dying in the process. Perhaps the Great Goddess Ashira was looking out for them. Askari was a good Ashiran girl who prayed five times a day, while bowing in the direction of Sacred Kaeshana.


Regardless, their vessel plummeted into the massive space hulk, rocking from the tremendous impact. Askari hit her head against something hard and unpleasant, spewing forth curses in Eldarai. Ouch. Fortunately she absorbed the impact and the safety webbing kept her from being tossed around. That would have been very embarrassing if it had occured. "Gówno," she cursed.


Once she had been pulled out of her daze, she registered that her head hurt and she was probably alive. Blood seeped out of a wound in her forehead. "Zakładam, że nie jest to życie pozagrobowe, bo jest do bani," she muttered to herself once she was able to focus. [I assume this is not the afterlife, for it sucks]


She also heard voices around her. This was good, for it meant she was not the only one alive. "Nic mi nie jest," she spoke, then realised that it was unlikely that anyone on the ship understood Eldarai. "I am fine," she repeated in Basic this time.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"I'm alive." Laira said, brushing her hair out of her face and patting herself down. Smoke rose from the control console and a few sparks shot out from some hull damage in the cockpit. The redhead glanced at the Ranger that had been piloting with her, seeing his head busted but he was otherwise fine. Probably a concussion from first glance from an experienced but untrained eye.

Laira reached and undid her crash webbing, checking on him with a gentle nudge. "Not supposed to sleep off a concussion before you have it looked at." The man groaned but did begin to stir around. The princess started running diagnostics and check systems to see what was working. After a few minutes she got the communications on, but no one outside from the ship they had left was answering. "Communications are up, but doesn't look like they can penetrate the dust field." She said as she stepped out of the cockpit and into the passenger compartment.

The Mandalorian Ranger was moving, two others were alive. "Yes, who let the redhead save your life? You can always walk home if you like." She quipped back at the one who had mouthed off, but still wearing a calm smile. Well, if the Ranger Corp new she was among the crew perhaps rescue would be inbound, otherwise two crews dead or missing to one derelict didn't look like a popular choice to keep sending more and more investigators. She doubted they would keep letting people try to make it to the ship, even if the first group hadn't had to navigate the dust and debris.

"Situation doesn't look hot. We got emergency power only and damaged engines. I could fly it on one, but that really depends on the debris so both would be nice. Sensors are fried, but they weren't much help anyway. We were supposed to recover the previous investigators as top priority. I believe [member="Cato Fett"] has the hook up for where they were heading. Second priority should be getting us a new ship or getting this one fixed. We are gonna be stuck for a while, so get comfy." She did not want to have to crawl through vent shafts all day dragging parts and pieces to and from the little shuttle trying to get it ship shape, but with the power down on the derelict there wasn't a whole lot of choices.

After a moment of stretching and making sure she wasn't punctured anywhere, which did not appear to be the case the spacer decided to let each of the investigators decide for themselves what they were supposed to be doing.

Spoiler

Objectives
A) Do your own thing in the Hulk

1) Restore Power to the Engineering Deck and Repair shuttle

2) Investigate the Command Tower for missing Rangers

3) Investigate the Communications Tower for Central Data Cores

[member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Myles Davorak"] @Rashae @Cato Fett

 

[Cato Fett]

Wounded engine throb pulsed through the bulkheads. The shuttle sat listed, propped up against outside wreckage, and emergency guide lamps winked red in the dark towards the far debarkation ramp and the closest air locks. Cato swung from his brace-hold on the walling, extricating through dark, lethargic shapes still mending from their concussive landing.

“The prior team transmitted a brief itinerary,” He said, pressing against the port air lock portcullis. “Best estimate any materials on whatever anti-Jedi trial runs they were conducting are housed in the core ship. Maybe the VIP treasury or any of the executive databanks in the command tower. Long hike, though. Could use extra hands, case of medical emergencies.”

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles nodded and was glad to see everyone alright- albeit with a few minor wounds. He could feel a bruise forming on his chest from the jerking of the crash, he could brush that off though. He listened to what [member="Laira Vereen"] was saying, about their objective and the status of their ship. Things were looking pretty grim but they had to find something. Myles figured it would be best if he ventured along with [member="Cato Fett"] seeing that the main objective was rescuing previous investigators.

"Ill volunteer to go, that was our main objective after all. Once everyone is secure, finding a ship would be less stressful of a challenge i think. Sure, Ill go with you" he finished.

Although time could be of the essence, finding the missing persons could alleviate a lot of pressure.

Myles unlatched his blaster rifle from the harness overhead and slapped a fresh energy cell in. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder he proceeded to the airlock portcullis where Cato awaited.

"I have seen worse happen before, I'd say we have good chances" he added.

Myles remained positive, which promotes better atmosphere and teamwork--at least in his experiences it did. His objective would be to accompany Cato and provide support.

[member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Yeah, no." Darryl raised his hand in front of him rejecting the taunting suggestion by their reckless pilot."I think I'll take my chances again."

The con man checked his armor for any critical damage but everything seemed fine. For now. The others were brainstorming plans while Darryl rummaged the ground to find his missing box of cigarettes. Not that they could be used or anything with his helmet on and on a derelict ship but some things could not be explained.

He rolled his eyes as he inspected the ground beneath his seat at the mention of what their top priority was. Not that he didn't want for the first team to be alive but let's be honest here. When does a team gone silent aboard a derelict ship ever end well?

Darryl kept his mouth shut, let the others do the planning. He'd just wait patiently for the opportunity to gain access to the data cores secretly.

[member="Myles Davorak"] | [member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Vaena Askari"] | [member="Rashae"]​

 

[Rashae]

Myles had been the first to get to her and procure the medkit. She looked up at him with a grateful expression. That static must have been some interference somehow. Their pilot was too good for there not to be major complications. Rashae was hurting.

“What the hell happened and help me get this jacket off, please.” The over jacket was slowly pulled off of her to reveal electrical burns up her forearms and hands. “Frak!!” There was several moments as she picked up the hand scanner, wincing as she worked her hands over it with the burns on them. “Yes. Just need to get these treated. I will be a few minutes. and Myles... Thanks “

She opened her medkit to start working on her hands and forearms. A mild painkiller, burn treatments and bacta for the bruises she was up and moving around. Twenty minutes later she had her jacket back on and making her way to the rest of the group.

“Anyone needs to be looked at?” The crew pointed to one cut or bump on the head or possible concussion as she went through each one with precision and bandages hands. The one with the concussion she injected a cocktail that would help that not be an issue, reduce the swelling, reduce vessels constricting, relax the muscles and induce healing of the impact area. Doctor Lovous was very good at what she does. She made notes on her pad to have her team look at improvements to this particular cocktail.

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles observed the Doctor at work. It was like she was in her natural habitat....a bad way to think about it but it made sense. She was flying through each crew member and treated them like it was no problem.

He couldn't help but chuckle in amazement.

Myles was taken aback he didn't even reply back to the Doctor, he did however add a late remark "Oh yeah, sure thing, no problem Doctor [member="Rashae"] , glad to see you up and good to go for the most part"

Standing at the airlock portcullis with [member="Cato Fett"] he looked at the man and nodded "Looks like I am with you Chief. You just let me know what i need to do and it will be done"
This research vessel was supposedly making a super weapon for Anti-Jedi applications, no doubt this super weapon would either be well guarded, or possibly not.

Myles didnt know what to expect on this ship. He awaited the rest of the party to see who else would be joining him and [member="Cato Fett"].

[member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"]

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Cato Fett"], [member="Darryl Montreux"], [member="Rashae"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Myles Davorak"]


In short, they were sitting ducks for the time being. Fortunately, Vaena was an optimistic person. She'd been through many trials, such as Eldorai game of thrones intrigue, the Great Exodus, the Xioquo War and Kaida Taldir's one and only attempt to heat popcorn. So she did not get downhearted.


She looked upon the crew of intrepid adventurers aboard the vessel. Briefly, her eyes fell upon the pilot. She'd managed to keep them alive, so the Angelii was not about to mouth off. Teams seemed to be forming. Naturally she was not the type of person to stay put. "I shall join the search for the investigators and a new vessel. If fiends assails you, my blade shall help dispatch them." Being more than a little unfamiliar with Basic, she tended to be a little formal and old-fashioned when she used it. She had a noticeable Eldarai accent.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Alright, I guess I'll go see about getting us back in the air. Anyone want to come with me down to the lower engineering decks?" That was where the one blip on the life scan sensors had appeared for that short moment before going back to static. Her gut told the princess that she shouldn't just write off the minor discrepancy as nothing even if she didn't know why she should be wary.

The princess clicked a few buttons and patted the pilot's shoulder making sure he was still awake. "You stay here and hold down the fort buddy. Maybe try to track us and keep us updated on each other or something." Laira didn't know, but it sounded useful since they would be all going in different directions. Checking her spear and two pistols quickly the pilot rolled her shoulders and neck to loosen up, she was going to be spending a lot of time crawling on her hands and knees to get down to those levels since she couldn't take turbolifts or open the blast doors.

"Everyone be safe, pack a lunch, call when you make it to school." Laira said in a mock tone waving at them all with just her wrist moving as she strode out onto the hangar floor. She needed a lot of things, several heavy things that would require some kind of lift or trolley to haul it even if she was able to find it. So, maybe that and clearing a path back to the hangar should be high on her list.

[member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Myles Davorak"] @Rashae @Darryl Montreux [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles looked around, nobody offered to help the woman who got them there in the first place. He wondered if helping her would be a better idea. Could possibly have this vessel ready before the others get back

It wouldn't hurt to volunteer just in case. Worst answer she could say was no. He was good with his firearms, so if trouble should find them it wouldn't delay them too terribly bad.

"If you still need someone to accompany you Laira, Ill volunteer. Seems that everyone else has opted to go separate ways"

The longer the crew stayed in the ship, the longer the mission would take to get all grounds covered. He looked at [member="Cato Fett"] to see if he was departing or not. The man looked more than capable of handling himself but he hated it both ways. He just wanted to make sure that everyone had some cover should trouble show its face.

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Vaena Askari"]

 

[Rashae]

She checked the remaining crew and came back to the one that was showing signs of a concussion. She went back to that one to check his vitals and his eyes. A hyposhot was put into the neck to alleviate those symptoms.

“I will stay here, make sure this one doesn’t have any residual issues with the bump on the head.” Doctor Rashae elected to stay with the ship considering she was the least armed and armored.

“Myles you be careful out there she said with a bit of a warning waggle of her finger. Laira, your highness, please don’t make me have to explain to your parents why you are missing body parts. I will set this up as base of operations till we find other transport. “ The Doctor had little faith that this ship could be repaired but what did she know about ships, not much. Those ice blue eyes provided a piercing appraisal of the others as she did not say much to them. The Minister didn’t know them, but as part and parcel of their group, their care was now under her jurisdiction.

“Let’s not do anything unnecessarily dangerous. My ability to perform surgery here would be greatly hampered. If there is any science data and you think its safe for me to come out, let me know.” She said as part of her was curious as to what this ship was here. Why was it that these derelict ships had some kind of horrid secret of scientists or anyone doing something stupid that end up creating wonton disaster? Rashae loved science, but one did not just create as a part of yourself was in that creation.

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles took the Doctor's warning to heart but he knew she was giving him a hard time. Charming as ever Doc.

He nodded and gave her a prompt reply "I should be saying that to you Doctor Lovous, as you guys are sitting ducks here. Page us if something comes up" at that moment he put two fingers on his ear to indicate that he would be open for comms.

The Soldier disembarked from the ship and was greeted to a lifeless husk of a vessel. Decrepit would not be a correct word to use here as everything looked run down or has never been touched and has been consumed by the elements.

He would have to find access to the power reactor and see what juice this vessel had left, then he had to locate a laboratory. This isn't the first time Myles has been on a derelict ship, he wasn't a fan of the environment but money was money and there was no telling what treasures lay on this ship.

Myles quipped up on the comms "Alright mother, I made it to school. Going to first period now", he wasn't sure if [member="Laira Vereen"] would enjoy his humor or not, but hey it was worth a shot. The only doors that remained open aboard this ship would be the emergency doors--which would make the trek longer since most emergency doors aboard ships snaked around the ship covering various rooms. No telling how long it would take him and the others to reach the Power Relay.

With his rifle at the ready and his flashlight on, Myles trekked into the unknown.
[member="Rashae"] [member="Vaena Askari"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Cato Fett"]