Making the Jump- ACT I- Red Ravens, The Reaver Campaign

[RC 212]

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Location: Space near Makeb​

Objective: Reach Antecedent​

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In the darkness of space a Red Raven fleet has assembled outside of Makeb. They are a small fleet, readying to make the jump through hyperspace to the planet Antecedent. Colap Ticon, sole controller of the Isotope-5 reserves on Makeb has summoned the entirety of the Ravens on board the convoy.​

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The Frigate carrying the Isotop-5 is too valuable to risk and they have all assembled, aboard the fleet. One Action IV loaded to the gills, and two newly Minted Raven Support Frigates float in orbit, awaiting to make the jump. ​

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Little do they know that destiny has cruel way of administering fate. The jump will prove to be the beginning of something new. Setting in motion the wheels of a greater Destiny....​

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[OOC: Each team will be tagged with the following locator tracker]​

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[member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jen"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="[member="Joran Del-Finn"]"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]​

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Fleet: 1x Action IV​

2x- Raven Support Frigate​

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Colap stood upon the bridge of the Resolute Raven. He was gazing into the stars, watching the asteroids blaze past Makeb as they prepared for the jump. Their vessels were brand spanking new. New nav computers, hired crew, some of the best pilots around. On board his vessel was all of the Raven crew.

They had been given specific orders to consolidate, so as to be able to defend the vessel against attack and jettison the second if pirates of the Black suns came a calling.

Colap was clad in his traditional spacers garb. A white dirty shirt with his black vest. His gunbelt hung low, Westar-35 tucked in it. His boots were dirty and scuffed, his hair unkempt. As he grasped the railing he let another puff of smoke go. A signature cigar hung idly in the corner of his mouth, blazing away.....

"Helmsman, open a channel to the whole convoy."

"Aye cap'n."

The channel opened and Colap's voice boomed across the speakers.

"Attention all hands, brace for hyperspace jump, you have your assignments folks. Let's make this quick and get back to our drinks!"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax Bane swiveled around in his chair at the central computer of Colap's spaceship, The Resolute Raven. It had been a while since he'd been among the stars, and the sight of a meteor shower roaring through the sky filled him with an awe the now-jaded crime boss hadn't felt in a while. Recently most of Cryax's days as the figurehead of the Red Ravens criminal syndicate were spent frittering his time away in meetings with the seediest drug lords and black market traders, and he'd missed the quiet beauty of the galaxy's expansive vistas. It was also a welcome change for the slicer to be at the helm of a shiny new navicomputer, and this one had that new computer smell that Cryax loved. Computers were so simple. So undemanding of your time, your jokes, your eye contact. If you knew your way around them, you didn't have to work for their respect, and they didn't try to shoot you in the face for being a crime boss.

Cryax jumped about three feet in the air when Colap's voice came bellowing over the speakers kicking off the Ravens jump into hyperspace. Then he buckled himself into his chair, double-checked their course and sat back waiting for that familiar feeling of his stomach dropping out as they began to launch into hyperspace.

 

[Jen]

Team: 1
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Fix that damn ceiling fan!


A loud and hollow sound of metal hitting metal was heard within the depths of the Resolute Raven, somewhere in some sort of comportment where the artificial gravity did not reach. Jennifer had just bumped her head against a metal pipe as she tried to navigate the narrow chamber, trying to find her way to a circuit board that should be in there somewhere.

As she had hit her head against the metal pipe she hadn’t let out any ow’s or other sounds that could express pain. This was not because she was tough as a nail and didn’t feel pain or anything, no, instead she was for this occasion wearing her rather newly constructed space suit, which of course included a helmet, thereby protecting her head as she had walked into the pipe. “Damn.” She mumbled, her amber eyes blinking behind the polarized visor as she spotted the pipe all too late. Slowly she started to duck under it finally spotting the square box that would give her access to the instruments that controlled the ceiling fan within what she would consider a lounge.

Oh, how that ceiling fan had irritated her. It had started, then stopped and then started again. It had been provoking her throughout the whole trip and now she had taken it upon herself to fix the goddamn thing. Wouldn’t have been too hard had it not been for its crazy inconvenient location. Her voice echoed over the COMs channel as she started to open the box, her metal gloved hands starting to fiddle around with the cables. “Almost there, folks. The fan will be up before we jump.”

She smiled silently as she begun to screw the lid to the box back in place, having attached the cables properly to their given sockets. Soon enough she would make her way up towards the bridge with the helmet under her arm, a smile of triumph seen on her features. Should one take note of these features they would be able to spot her right eye being covered by a large bandage one she had gotten after having been in the shockboxing ring with Lok.

[member="Cryax Bane"] :: [member="Colap Ticon"]​

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Raven Avachei"] @Daxton Bane [member="Jathin Fallin "]
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Make the Jump

In his private chambers, the Sith Lord applied a naked flame to the tip of the death stick sticking in between his lips, ignoring the warning buzz of the drone regarding how smoking wasn't allowed in the area. Drawing in a deep breath, the tip glowed softly in the deep shadows as he gazed through the portal showing the void outside his room.

In distrurbed him that his last reading was unclear. The cards indicated great danger, opportunity as well as death. For who exactly was a mystery and that set his nerves tingling. Perhaps this shipment would have something to do with it, thus he decided he was joining the trip even though he would he would rather be checking his other projects. Exhaling a lungful of smoke, he patiently waited for the trip to begin.

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Raven Avachei"] [member="Daxton Bane"]
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven, Personel Quarters
Objective: Organize/pack gear

Jathin stood in the spartan esq quarters he'd been assigned as he laid his kit out on his green blanketed bunk. His slugthrower repeating rifle sat neatly next to his pistol, both of a heavy caliber and chambered with hand made loads. It was a habit of his left over from his street thug days. Most of the gangs on Corellia had found it cheaper and more discreet to create both their own arms and ammunition instead of smuggling in outside equipment. Call him outdated but Jathin preffered them to their energy based counterparts. Despite their capacity issue they were by and large more accurate than almost any market blaster and less visible to whomever you were firing at by a light year. A few high capacity drum magazines sat opposite the rifle along with a few standard ones.

Next to his weapons sat a ballistic vest, black folded cargo pants, boots, a bandolier to go over the vest, and an assault pack with enough essentials for a couple days out in the wild. That'd be where he placed the other drums in a moment.

After packing the bag and loading the rest of his gear minus his handgun and it's magazines into the vertical locker that sat in the corner of the room Jathin took off his suit jacket and tie to settle in for what he believed would be a routine jump.

 

[Raven Hayashi]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Jathin fallin"] [member="Raven Avachei"]
Location: on board the resolute raven, Personal quarters
Objective: Survive the jump.

Raven was curled up in a corner of her room, every time she was in space she felt like she was drowning or suffocating. Her tail kept swishing from side to side showing her discomfort.

Normally if she was in company she wouldn't have dared to cry but she was alone, tears ran down her cheeks every half a minute. She was putting all of her mental capabilities to the edge trying not to be sick. Why would she have come if she hated space so much, because the Raven's requested all hands on deck for this mission.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Raven Avachei"] @Daxton Bane [member="Jathin Fallin "]
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Make the Jump

Still as corpses, the twin assassin droids Romus and Remus, stood guard over their master. The pairs sensors were constantly scanning for possible hostiles in the vicinity, and unlike organics, their watch was one of unceasing vigilance. Not that the Sith Lord really needed their protection, after all he what did have to fear? Still there was the ever presence of paranoia, developed from years using the Dark Side. arrogant as he was that he could handle any personal threat, it never hurt to have back up.

His three blades hung from his belt like vipers, coiled and ready to strike. On the opposite side, he wore a personally modified heavy blaster, the heavy weight a comfortable reminder that he was not without a few tricks up his sleeve. Normally he wore wrist needlers, but this time around he had opted to wear wrist launchers. Although the payload was lower, the devastation mini rockets could do to flesh and bone more than made up for the deficiency.

In the dark, he began once more to disassemble and reassemble his blaster carbine. It was almost as he knew intimately where each piece went, his movements matching carefully to each hit he took from the death stick. Slamming the receiver in place, he chambered it with a resolute snap, before pinching the death stick between two fingers and exhaling another lungful of smoke. Checking down the sights he grunted with satisfaction before putting the weapon down beside his bed.

 

[Ice]

Team: 1 - [member="Colap Ticon"] | [member="Jen"]
Location: Aboard the 'Resolute'
Objective: Make the jump to hyperspace

Ice, like many of the Ravens had been called up to help in delivering a rather large shipment of a material known as isotope - 5. A rare and valuable material which would help the Ravens achieve their higher goals. He was walking onto the bridge, clad in his 'Marage' armor minus the helmet which was strapped to his belt. His duel pistols hung from either side of his hips made a slight tapping noise with every step as made his way toward his old friend Colap.

While Colap made his booming announcement over the comm to the rest of the fleet, Ice allowed his gaze to drift to the emptiness outside. Space. The final frontier. So vast were its reaches. So cold, and empty. Yet at the same time, filled with wonders beyond imagination. Many years had Ice spent traveling amongst the stars, and in all his travels, he had never lost the love of space flight. There was just something calming about looking out to the emptiness of it all. No past, no future. Just there.

Breaking out of his philosophical moment, he turned toward Colap with a smirk. "Ready to get back and get wasted already eh?" He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "I mean really Colap, I love my alcohol. But I think you may actually have me beat. Well done!" He added with another wuick laugh. "So. How long till we get back to the capital?"

 

[Faye Terrik]

Team One: [member="Colap Ticon"] | [member="Jen"] | [member="Ice"] | @Faye Terrik
Location: Personal Quarters, Resolute Raven.
Objective: Fix the Droid / Stay Calm

What a hunk of junk. Faye should have known that immediately when seeing the antique that it would be nothing but difficulty. A marketplace vendor back on Antecedent had talked her into an unneeded purchase of a MSE-6 repair droid, or as many call it a 'mouse droid'. Only two hundred credits. Of course it was only two hundred, it had numerous parts missing or damaged, and a ding in the side of it the size of a child's sports ball.

All could be fixed, but what was the point in fixing it? The MSE-6 wasn't known for it's modularity, so slicing was probably out of the question. Idly, she tinkered with it's bad motivator, but she wasn't too concerned with the idea of restoration or even bringing it's 'life' back to this galaxy, more or less she was just wasting time to get her attention away from the hyperspace jump. Only once had she been even in space before, and that was her trip from Nar Shaddaa to Antecedent a few weeks ago. The whole 'going really fast' idea still freaked her out, and probably it'd take her some time before she truly got used to the black void of space.

Bzzt! Bleep Bleep! Faye jumped a little as she heard the Mouse droid spurt out binary. Her eyes glanced over to the datapad she had connected to it to inspect the diagnostics, and maybe even get a solid translation. "Hang on, buddy. You're not quite fixed yet." She was uncertain as to why she even wasted her breath talking to a droid, one that had set her back two hundred credits. "Hm..." She pondered for a moment, curious to see if it could function normally other than the motivator and the missing wheel. The teenager reached into her toolbox, which was little more than a shoebox, in all reality. and grabbed a nut approximately the size of it's wheels. It wasn't going to fit, but with a little ingenuity and maybe some adhesive putty, it'd have to do.

With it's newly improvised wheel, she unplugged her diagnostics kit and set it on the ground. The droid did not hesitate as it drove off, darting out of the private bunk and down the quarter's hallway. It wasn't going original max speed, but still was able to trot along. The klinking noise that it's new wheel made was annoying to say the least. It was a five sided nut and the metal-on-metal scraping noise was something she'd have to fix back on Antecedent. Faye tossed the various tools and components hastily into the box as she got up to catch it. "Hey!" she called out, a tone just quieter than a shout. The droid had already gotten around the corner. Faye sighed as she walked in an effort to find it before someone stepped on it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jen"] [member="Yuuta Namari"] [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Joran Del-Finn"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]​

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"All computers are go, we are jumping ladies and gents, standby."

Colap turned to the helmsman raising a gloved hand and nodding.

"Mr. Carlston, start the clock!"

"Aye Cap'n, clock is away."

Colap stood back a little way from the railing, now crossing his arms. As the clock counted down her grinned. this was it the final jump. In one hour he'd be back in the bar laughing it up and having a nice tall beer.

"I love my beer Ice." Colap finally replied.

"Clock is counting, 5.....4.....3.....2.....1."

"All hands brace!"

WHOOSH!

The sensation of hyperspace hit Colap right in the gut. He felt his stomach go up into his throat and then back down. This was realistically a short ranged jump, no more than a few minutes to get from her to there. Suddenly he felt his stomach slam back down into his guts and he grabbed the railing.

Something was wrong, they hadn't jumped?

"Wholy frethin, frak, we're right inside orbit!"

"What?"

Alarms blared across the vessel, with ear-shattering noise. The Resolute Raven began to shake, her sides becoming superheated with flame and chunks of her durasteel armor were instantly ripped off from the drag of the atmospheric entry. Her reactors buckled, exploding one fuel tank, sending a wave of flames through the engine compartment.

"What the hells going on!"

"We've jumped right into an atmospheric system Cap'n, definitely not Antecedent either, reactors red lining, we lost all coolant and half fuel reserves. We needa shut her down or we're going to become a giant fireball."

"You frakin kidding me!" Colap snarled.

Plunge to the ground at this velocity?

"Frak it cut em." The gravitational forces were growing stronger threatening to drag Colap down to the deck as he held the railing desperately trying to stay up right. the ground was rushing up faster and faster now, they were tilted right towards it.

"Brace for impact Ravens!"

 

[Gorge]

Hate...
I will splinter their frail bodies with every ounce of vengeance within me. I'll split their bones with blades, skewer their bodies with pikes and hang them all to display. The universe will know of my hatred and its immortal fighting spirit. My soul is darker than the heart of hell itself. Their flesh becomes my own and I imprison them within the cage of mortality while I ascend to Godhood. I hate them all. They try to stop me.

Greed...​

I want it all. Everything in this universe shall be mine whether gallons of blood must be paid for it. The galaxy will burn for my quest. Children will lose their parents for my cause. Women will cry til they drown because of my actions. I'll slaughter half of the universe if it means I'll rule the remnant. I'll sacrifice every pawn, rook, bishop, and knight if it means the survival of my empire. I'll burn the fields and infect the wells before I retreat. I'll conquer lands at my borders simply because they say I can't have them.​

Hunger...​

Their fresh bone and sinew pleases me. The succulence of their bodies satisfies me only for the present before I find myself yearning for more and more. Their crimson fluids of life make me eternal; and in them I make my ascent to greatness. Once I have consumed each and every morsel of their mortal bodies and souls will I truly come to power. I'll pick my teeth with their bones and wash away their remains with bright red blood. They are nothing but cattle to me. I will them dead and it merely happens.​

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I am a God.​

Nothing stands against my will.​

Not even you, little crimson birdies.​

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[member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Daxton Bane"], @Jathin Fallin, [member="Raven Avachei"], [member="Ice"], [member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Jen]

Team: 1
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Get somewhere safe.

Jennifer was thrown forward and down the hall as the ship suddenly came to an abrupt halt. She was used to jumps every now and then, and vigours ones as well. After all, she owned a 0.5 class hyperdrive and those could sometimes be pretty hard to control if you didn’t keep your Navi up to date or in check. So as she landed on the floor stomach first she didn’t think to terribly much about it, however, the rumbling sound that had been felt throughout the large craft had quite frankly scared her. This joined by the blaring alarms that suddenly lit the halls was only helping further her nervous mind. Her triumph grin from earlier had at the very least washed off her face. An indication that she too could feel that something was not right.

She scrambled to the floor, helmet under her arm as she ran for the nearest corner that would lead to the bridge and a place where one could be seated. She was so caught up in trying to figure out what had happened that she had almost run into someone in front of her. That being [member="Faye Terrik"] , a girl that surely couldn’t be much older than herself. “Oh poodoo! Ermm, sorry man! Ermm…” She turned her head to see where Faye had been looking previously, spotting the tiny mouse droid that was continuing down the long hall behind her, tipping over just as Jennifer turned her gaze back towards Faye “I think now would not be the time to pick that thing up. We need to get to a seat.” Jennifer said, giving Faye another quick almost spying glance as she skipped a few steps past her, turning to walk backwards with an encouraging, somewhat stressed smile “C’mon then! Eh?"

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Team: 1
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Brace Yourselves!!!

Asteria was wearing her usual combat outfit, a blue long sleeve, a hidden chest armor piece, slightly tight black pants and black lightweight combat boots. She was making sure her vibroblade was securely in its sheath and her blaster in its holster when the jump malfunctioned. Asteria slammed against the wall and grabbed hold of anything in reach to keep herself steady, and to herself out loud, "Not again! "

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Raven Avachei"] [member="Jathin Fallin "]
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Survive the Jump

The Sith was deep in meditation when the jump occured, his deep eliminations into Force were disrupted by sudden disturbance causing him to open his eyes the second they came out of hyperspace. Without knowing what, he instinctly knew that something was wrong and uttered a single command to his droids, in his private battle language. "Zet jul."

Two syllables signifying danger were enough for the droids to prime their weapon systems and begin scanning for immediate threats. Daxton barely latched his mag garv boots to the metal floor, when the ship suddenly lurched. Using the Force, he plucked both his rifle and helmet as they flew off in random locations.

Donning his mirror helmet with a sinister hiss, Daxton tuned into the Raven comm net to try and find out what was happening.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jen"] Yuuta [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Joran Del-Finn"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]​

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There was fire and flame. A terrible sound rent the surface of the planet as the Raven convoy smashed head first into her hard rock and snow. Colap held the railing as the impact of the massive hull absorbed the impact. Super structure within the vessel shattered like ice hit by a bullet. As shard of red hot steel lanced in all directions he screamed, feeling the ship tear its hull and the atmosphere decompress into the night.

Then there was silence. Colap stirred, groggily awakening and barely conscious. He could feel the bones and his flesh was bruised severely. Amazingly the vessel had stayed in one piece. The emergency lights that were not destroyed still blinked along with a lone terminal.

"Anyone alive?" He queried, trying to stand as the world spun around him.

"Aye, cap'n, I'm still here."

Colap turned to view his helmsman still alive and secured within his seat, His face had been cut by flying shrapnel, but he was for all intents and purposes well.

Colap raised the Comms, speaking in a broken voice to whatever speakers still worked within the ship.

"This is the Captain speaking, we have landed. I'm not sure what our situation is. All hands sweep your sections of the ship and try to make your way towards the bridge, we'll go from there."

Colap hung up the comms, turning to the lone Helmsman.

"What's the status of our ship, will she fly again."

The helmsman gave him a blank stare and then tapped a few terminals, grimacing.

"Reactor is shot to hell cap'n. We need to find out if the other ships survived and cannibalize the parts from theirs. We can't make contact however and have about one hours of emergency power."

"Very well, sweep whatever scanners we have left and give me map of where the hell we are."

 

[Cryax Bane]

When Cryax heard Colap and crew's frenzied shouting over the coms, he knew something was wrong, but when he got the message for the Ravens to brace themselves for impact, he thought they were goners. He pulled on his safety strap and leaned foward with his feet flat on the floor in the position he'd been taught since he was a kid flying in his first spaceship. As the ship crashed with a deafening roar, the Chiss felt like his bones were rattling against his skin and he painfully bit down on his tongue with the force of the jolt. Then silence.

By the ocean's hair they'd made it. The question was how many pieces would everyone be in?

 

[Daxton Bane]

Team: 2 [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Raven Avachei"] [member="Jathin Fallin "]
Location: Onboard the Resolute Raven
Objective: Survive the Jump

Despite being braced for impact, the jolt of landing was still rough, rocking the Sith back and forth from where he was anchored. Had he not engaged his boots, he would have probably been toss around the room like a leaf in a cyclone. Once he determined they were no longer moving, he disengaged the mag locks so that he could land on his feet from what now became the ceiling.

With but a glance on his helmet's HUD, he saw that his droids were mobile and combat ready as well. Straightening out, he exited the room, flanked by his silent security, making his way to the bridge.

"Daxton checking in. I am.......well. Heading now to Raven Command. All survivors make your way there for a sitrep."

 

[Faye Terrik]

Faye had listened to the wise words of [member="Jen"] and followed behind her to the seats designed for just such a situation. They were not far down the hallway, and whatever damage the mouse droid may suffer from whatever was going on, she could salvage it later. This had only been Faye's second trip into space, and her anxieties were already raised. The sudden change of situation did not aid in comforting her.

It took her only a moment to get strapped into the seat, and she checked beside her to make sure that the girl that was around her age was safely in as well. Only a couple of moments later, impact came. It was an intense feeling, and one that shook her both physically and mentally. The fabric of the seat scraped against her shoulders in a painful manner. It was a trivial injury, in comparison to what could've gone wrong in this event. After all was said and done, she glanced over to the girl. In an attempt to comfort herself, Faye spoke first. "Now what?" she asked, as she listened to the creaking and moaning of the damaged ship.

 

[Raven Hayashi]

Team: 2 [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Jathin Fallin"]
Location: Resolute Raven
Objective: Survive


Raven was ignoring all communications however when they hit the ground she flew and hit her head on the celling of her quarters, she was bleeding badly, however she pressed on, "er.. Raven here, I'm.... heading to the bridge, now" she managed to string together. They were on land now and she wasn't as sick.

Her door opened to a broken hallway, light flickering and screams as some people had been crushed by parts of the ship. Ignoring them she made her way to the bridge.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] @Jen [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Joran Del-Finn"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]​

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Location: Resolute Raven​

Crahsed on unknown planet.​

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"Alright scans back, we are approximately two kilos from our other Raven Support frigate. The Freighter is no where to be found. Readout suggest damaged coolant lines and two fuel pods missing."

Colap nodded, looking over the mans shoulder and ascertaining the map. They were landed in a plain clearing, and to their west was a rocky set of mountains, in which the other vessel had landed. Somewhere in a canyon of course.

"Alright everyone, listen up! We're going to divide crew into two teams. We have crash landed and our ships systems are offline. The reactor needs parts and we are far away from the second ship. Team one will go with Cryax and go get the parts we need from our sister ship. We need fuel canisters of Isotope-5 and the reactor coolant lines."

Colap paused, distributing a holo copy of the maps.

"Team two, you're with me, we're going to fortify the ship and prepare for any unwanted hostilities. I have no idea where we are, so It's crucial team one hurry. You have your assignments, now move out!"

"Team two we have two airlocks still functional, split forces and defend each one, no one or thing comes in or out without us knowing!"

Colap strode off to the armory, vaulting his way through crushed support beam and making through tangled circuitry. His Spacer armor was there and he had a gut feeling he was going to need it...