Faction Rescue Service, Away! (Rimward Trade League + Friends/ Chiss?))

[Vera Tillian]

CSILLA REMNANTS
POST-CATASTROPHE
RRS ENDURANCE

Spoiler: Member List

Arryn Jhanson Kaori Tsang Zeda Wyr'Anari Zyre Tevra Nezaine Odyn Tarsi Tae'l Vizsla Miri O'Hare Vetru Erdish Hane Kole Eckttor A ARS VAMI

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Vera ran a hand through her hair, feeling the oil where it had built up on the trip from Susefvi where the task force had assembled. It had taken them about a week to make the trip, given the need to stick together in a group jump and navigate around the various galactic government territories. She'd been on watch for the first half before handing it over to her XO. She'd caught a little sleep, but much of the time was absorbed by assessing intelligence that was filtering in from the privateers and Underground agents in the Redoubt who had gone silent when the NIO moved into the territory.

They'd known that there were a wide variety of fleets amassing for an operation somewhere on the far side of the galaxy. At first, it had seemed like a joint operation between the Alliance and their allies against the various Sith splinter factions and the Maw anarchist group. So, the League hadn't interfered. They were in no position to wage a war on the far side of the galaxy when there was one headed their way with the Bryn'adul and the eventual friction with the First Order's colonialist expansionism.

Vera drowned down another cup of caf and choked on the cold liquid. It was awful, but it would have to do. They were dropping out of hyperspace within the next thirty standard minutes and then the work would begin.

Fortunately, that was the work they were trained for. While the sheer scale of the catastrophe was hard to comprehend, it was not outside their training. Many of the senior leadership within the Service had been alive when Corellia was shattered prepared protocols for this sort of thing.

If they had known the true nature of what would happen earlier, they would have assembled a fleet, but by the time they had confirmed the intelligence regarding the superweapon, they were too far away to reach in time.

But they had gathered together the bulk of the new Rescue Service cutters and the CorelliSpace warships, along with whomever they could convince to join from the Merchant-Marine and Free Traders, along any of the smaller governments they were allied with. They'd set out with all possible haste and just arrived.

The initial scouts indicated the battle was long over, with the world and the superweapon shattered, and presumed Brotherhood of the Maw fleets preying all across the sectors roughly known as Chiss space. The rest of the fleet locations were unknown, as well as any survivors.

The Maw had crashed their weapon into the planet at near-lightspeed and then out through the other side. Survivors were expected to be little to none, but the attempt still had to be made, especially with a planet like Csilla with a well-developed society with preparation for destruction and warfare. There was always the chance for shelters and other emergency measures?

Vera suspected the League council was already assessing the protocols and plans for other such incidences that might arise within the Outer Rim. Susefvi, fortunately, had the asteroid shell to act as a refuge and first line of defense, along with the rest of the moons.

The lights in the corridor chimed red and Vera shook her head and stepped out of her quarters, donning her cover and adjusting her vacsuit. Over the comms, her executive officer spoke.

"All hands, general quarters. All hands, general quarters. Real space reversion in five standard minutes. Brace for rough reversion."

That was Vera's cue and she strode down the corridor to the bridge, before assuming the watch. She settled into her captain's chair and let out a long breath.

"Commence reversion." She said at last. Around her, the dim light grew seemed to grow more intense and the bridge was hushed as her crew attended to their tasks. With a whine of the engines and a sudden shift, the vessel dropped back into realspace on the edge of what had been the Csilla system.

A comm chimed from the flagship and the image of the task force's Captain-General, an older officer originally from Kathol called Uriyan, appeared on the holoterminals.

Friends, comrades, fellow spacers. We stand on the brink of a great catastrophe. A world gone, its people annihilated. The chances of survivors are low. The risk we face is high. But we are the Rimward Rescue Service, the Merchant-Marine, and the Free Traders. This is what we train for. This is one of the greatest goals of the League. We have the finest spacers in the galaxy and search and rescue is what we train for. Attend to your duties, save those you can, keep yourselves safe, and when we go home, we will go home with our heads held high that we have pursued our mission. May the Force be with you all.

The transmission cut off and Vera could see the task force emerged them. The new patrol vessels went out ahead first, while her own class, the armed transports in search and rescue configuration followed behind them. Elsewhere, squadrons of warships spread out to establish perimeters and wards to prevent a Maw fleet from dropping out of hyperspace in ambush. Others had split off in the hyperspace journey to set up warning beacons and pickets.

"First wing," Vera dictated to her comms officer, addressing the small group of ships- three patrol vessels, her own, and the auxiliary civilian volunteers attached to them. "Our assigned area is Xesh-Niner-Four, Kresh-Tree-Eight, Aenth-Two-Seven. The Endurance will deploy in the center and act as a moving command hub while the patrol vessels deploy in layered grid patterns. Sensors to full power. Shields up, but focus energy on rescuing survivors. Stay on your toes. Keep an eye out. Rescue anyone we find, special attention for life pods from destroyed warships and stranded pilots."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Location: The ruins of Csilla

Dropping from Hyperspace, Tovald had to do a double-take. This was where Csilla is located, but this isn't Csilla as he knew it. The planet lay in ruins before him. No, scratch that, the planet had a whacking great big hole through it, he heard and seen of the vast amount of destruction that the Maw had caused through the Holonet. But seeing it for himself is a big eye-opener.

There is a very slim chance that anyone survived that or would have lived through the weeks following in the aftermath. Yet, there is hope that there are a few that did survive. The Cyclone had space for any survivors to board. He took his ship closer to the planet while avoiding any stray debris that floated his way.

This is delicate work, if he had to go down to the surface, his thick leathers would offer some protection to the cold, but he has to leave his Loong Kitties on the ship where it is both safe and warm. The Galaxy has gone very much down the creek with no paddles or boat, Tovald began to wonder what else could happen, and how much worse can things get.

Knowing the Galaxy, something usually does go wrong.

 

[Vera Tillian]

A ARS VAMI Tovald Kahmen’’a
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"Civilian vessel arrived, Captain," her scanstech called. "Registered as Cyclone. Their course leads towards the planet."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Vera said, assessing the scene. Not far away, the corporate ships from VVK were setting up their own search vector. "Helm, put us five points forward and three on the negative z-axis. I want us in easy support range for that civilian ship."

"Affirmative, Captain," the reply came from the Sullustan. Vera felt the ship shift as the engine power kicked up and vibrated through the panels. The ship adjusted course and hung behind and below the smaller vessel.

"Cyclone, this is Lieutenant-Commander Vera Tillian of the Rescue Service Ship Endurance. We're your backup on this run. If you find anyone, let us know and we'll dispatch a medical team. If you run into trouble, we'll be here to provide fire support."

Another message rattled in through the commsterminal. "Life signs detected, Captain! Faint and weak inside an escape pod."

Vera snapped into action. "Direct the coordinates to the Cyclone. Prepare medical teams and tractor beams to bring it aboard, if necessary." She felt the knot growing in her stomach. Search and rescue was, in many ways, worse than battle. Battle was fast, brutal, and there was no time to think once the turbolasers opened fire.

But this? It was nothing but waiting, for hours, or even days sometimes. Little sleep, no appetite. The endless tension of desperation to find survivors. And the crushed hopes when there were none who made it. It happened more than one cared to admit. "Cyclone," Vera said, "We're sending you coordinates for detected life signs. We'll be right behind you."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

A message crackled through the dashboard Commlink albeit a little crackly, so Tovald fiddled with the frequency toggles so that it doesn’t end up as a very unfortunate round of Telephone, now that most of the interference has been cleared, he can listen properly without any fade-outs or garbling.

Some very mixed news indeed, there were survivors, but their life signs were coming in rather faintly. The coordinates then began to filter through to his navigation screen. He would locate them and bring them aboard.

::<"This is Cyclone to The Rescue Service Ship Endurance, I have received the coordinates, setting course now, over.”>::

True to his word, Tovald set a course towards the last known location of the Survivors. Some moments pass before he arrives at the location and spots the Escape Pod. It looked like they fell planetside, no matter, they can still be reached but the tricky part is getting to a safe spot where he can land and safely get to them.

::<"Cyclone to Endurance, I have located the survivors, heading towards the location now, Over.">::

He descended towards the surface, keeping an eye on what's below him, as there were spider-webbed fissures that snaked out from the hole in the planet itself. Tovald worried that if the Maw could do this to Csilla, what other planet could meet the same fate? It is a terrible prospect and an even more horrifying reality. This singular event has rocked all the corners of the Galaxy from the Outer-Rim to the Deep core.

This is why rescuing these people is important. The sudden jolt of a less than smooth landing brought his senses back at the task in hand, get to the Pod and get the Survivors inside where they will be safe from whatever else is lurking out there.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a

"Hold us steady," Vera said to the helmsman, "Keep us at a range of fifty kilometers. We don't want to get too close to the planetary surface in case it fractures again."

Not far from her, in the communications console, the comms officer sent acknowledgements to the freighter captain. Vera wasn't listening anymore, as her attention was shifted to ship management. It was always that switch that made things feel more natural for her. As captain, her first duty was always the well-being of the ship, her crew, and then the mission.

And with being much too close to a shattered planet for comfort, it took all of her focus. "More life signs detected in close orbit around the planetary husk."

"Tag them and plot trajectories," Vera answered, watching as the gravometric scanner registered the fluctuating gravity fields. Despite the design of the ship, it was still shuddering under the changes as the massive hulk shifted. The ship rocked and shifted under the massive forces at play in the system.

While the star and everything else was still stable, it could take decades before the massive cloud of debris stabilized into their new orbits, and eventually, a new planet might form from the rubble. But that would be millions of years in the future.

"What's our friend's status?" Vera asked. "Can we get a life feed through their comms?"

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

After a brief trek across the rocky terrain and navigating broken glacial shards, Tovald reached the Pod. It is big enough to carry 5 people in it to safety. The hatch is a little concave rather than straight, must have been dented from the landing. No matter, a little jiggling from his Vibrosword got the latches open after 30 minutes.

Looking around, Tovald made sure there is nothing around that could threaten him or the Pod's inhabitants. He reached in and pulled one free of their seat and over his shoulder, careful not to cause more injury. This is the easiest way to carry them to The Cyclone.

Once he got back with the first Survivor, Tovald placed him down on the floor, the space with a makeshift stretcher he had built earlier. Meanwhile, outside on the surface, the air grew colder. It looks like a post-apocalyptic storm is brewing on the horizon, which means he needs to get all 5 onboard before it hits in full force, which leaves him at least 30 Standard minutes.

It was hard work, but he was making good time, although he did trip and fall over debris at some point. It was quite a gash received from twisted Durasteel jutting from the ground. He has had worse, allowing himself a moment to breathe, so that's 4 down, 1 to go, his mission is nearing completion. The storm is just about on top of him.

The Ubese finally, after a few moments of difficulty, freed the last of the Survivors from the pod. This one needed to be lifted and carried with more care as she had taken on more injuries than the others. Soon, the boarding ramp was sealed, the injured passengers were safely secured Tovald radioed Lieutenant-Commander Vera Tillian.

::<"This is The Cyclone calling Lieutenant-Commander Vera Tillian of the Ship Endurance. I have found and rescued 5 people from the Escape Pod.">::

Shortly afterwards, The Cyclone took off. The storm outside hit and was causing significant turbulence.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a

Minutes ticked away, second by second. Vera was aware of each of them as they shifted on the chronometer. The remnants of the atmosphere whipped around the crushed surface and disrupted sensor scans on the fractured surface.

“The Frontier’s Hope reports three more survivors in a bunker on a chunk of the surface.”

Vera shifted at the unexpected naming of her previous command, but then nodded.

“Excellent, have them bring them aboard.” Vera said. “Clear the hangar for medical evacuation. Have medics on standby. Prep bacta chambers and pressurization chambers.”

Orders bounced and ushered around the bridge. A priority transmission came through.

“Raiders interdicted fifteen light-years out,” the comms officer indicated. “League forces have engaged, but be prepared for reinforcements. We may need to make a quick evac.”

“Roger that. Send an acknowledgement,” Vera answered, “But we’re not going anywhere until we have everyone in our sector, raiders or not. If we have to fight our way to the survivors, we shall. We’re the Rimward Rescue Service and we never leave someone behind.”

There was a hard finality in her voice as she watched the various displays. She’d have the helm make small adjustments as the comms tech tried to stay in touch with the Cyclone.

“We have a report from the Cyclone!” One of the bridge officers said with excitement. “Five survivors, but the atmospheric interference is getting worse.”

“I’ll take the comm,” Vera answered, switching and rerouting through her command chair. “Well done, Cyclone! We read you. Get them here as quickly as possible so we can begin medical treatment. We have a few more readings that we’ve picked up on the scans.”

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald cleared the top of the storm, a good thing too. He didn't want to stick around for too long. Besides, he needed to get them to the Endurance as quickly as possible. After several tweaks of the comm panel, the response is clearer than it had been a minute ago. It must be from the residue of whatever turned Csilla into a bagel.

Tovald gave his head a shake, now is not the time to think about that. As it is neither appropriate nor on topic, his main objective is to locate the Endurance, get these people on board for medical attention. The gash on his shin throbbed slightly, but he paid it no mind.

There were a few close calls with bits of starship floating haphazardly in the vicinity. Well, that large chunk of metal was way too close for comfort as he just missed it by a few feet. It won't be long before they begin to head for the planet's surface once gravity takes hold, pulling them down.

Switching to Auto-Pilot, he went out to where the Survivors were, they seem to be still alive, but if he didn't get to The Endurance sharpish, they could deteriorate very quickly. He went back to the cockpit after a few minutes to look out for Endurance. There were no more bits of metal in that close of proximity now as they were smaller and less obtrusive.

Good riddance, the view is clear now and Tovald, spotted a large ship straight ahead that must be the Endurance. He quickly made a beeline in that direction keeping his passengers in mind as he approached.

He opened up a comm channel once he was in a better range without strong interference.

::<"This is The Cyclone calling Lieutenant-Commander Vera Tillian of the Ship Endurance. I have visual.">::

 

[Vera Tillian]

A ARS VAMI Tovald Kahmen’’a

"Captain, we have a request on hold for procedures for discovered Chiss, Maw, and other remains." The comms tech asked from the other console and Vera considered, letting options race through her mind. "Have them tag them with a locator beacon. We'll have some of the patrol vessels collect remains and hold a ceremony. Divide them up as much as possibly by political affiliation and collect IDs or DNA samples so we can inform next of kin to ensure a sense of closure."

Vera paused for a moment and then nodded as another technician started relaying again.

"The Cyclone has vessel and is making a visual approach." Vera nodded. "Open the hangar and activate docking lights. Prep all hands for docking procedures and have a medical team on stand-by."

She adjusted one of her screens to give a view of the hangar. Down below, near the hangar, the tractor beams activated to help guide the smaller vessel in. Along the edge of the landing bay, a team of medics with heat capsules and bacta injections. A slew of bacta tanks were arrayed along the main cargo hold.

"Cyclone, this is Endurance. You have clearance and authorization to dock. Approach vector three-aurebesh-seven at ten percent speed. We'll guide you in with the tractor beam."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald responded by carefully manoeuvring into position to allow the tractor beams to guide The Cyclone into the hangar, he had slowed his speed accordingly, thankful that they were able to accommodate his ship. He can dock without incident, good, because one of the survivors didn't look too great, actually scratch that, they looked worse.

Tovald did what he could to keep them alive which, proved not as simple as it first appeared, first of all, he had only a field medic knowledge of First Aid and not much else. Second, he couldn't stay with them for too long as he needed to pilot the ship as Autopilot had a habit of disengaging and re-engaging when it pleased.

They are in much better hands now. Shutting the engines down to an idling hum, dropping the gangway down he waited for the medics to board. Tovald is not too concerned about having others boarding his ship, why would he? He's not that finickety, and it is certainly not his place to say anything about it.

Also, the nagging ache in his leg took his attention away from his broody thoughts. He had ignored it for most of the flight and now it broke through to the forefront again.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a A ARS VAMI
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Vera felt the ships dock and leaned back in her seat, letting out a slow breath. That was resolved, at least. Docking was always tricky, especially in an active situation like this. Others were already queueing up to unload more, so they had to be fast and swift. More than that, they had to be smooth and efficient.

She paused and watched as the scans adjusted and the displays of debris adjusted course on the screen. Something had shifted and she paused with a frown to take note of something before a message was relayed in.

Vera paused to listen to the message from Amanda. "Dispatch a Rescue Engineeer and a Medical Officer with a combined team. Get those bacta tanks stabilized and brought aboard the hangar."
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Medtech's Mate Paela Hiraz paused from his supervision of the unloaded wounded to frown at the Ubese. Something had caught his attention, seemingly off. "You alright there, Captain? Something... seems off. Any problems with the rescue or the injury?"

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Boatswain's Mate Xiaral Puran waved a team of engineers clear of the hangar deck as a small shuttle was unloaded of its seats and compartmental gear. Medical Officer Lieutenant Jaras Dian and Rescue Engineer Haeran Cealan rounded up a team in rescue suits. Half of them were engineers, half of them were medics, with a focus on medical engineering.

Bacta tanks were big, they were heavy, and they were nearly always connected to the ship's infrastructure. Which meant taking them out in one piece was going to be a challenge.

"We read you, Amanda," Haeran Cealan, "We have a team en route. Mark the position and we'll be there as quick as we can."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Following the Med team out into the hangar, Tovald hadn't realised he wasn't walking normally until it was brought up by the Med Tech, who had been overseeing the safe unloading of the wounded. He guessed it couldn't be ignored or unnoticed forever. Also, it had begun to bleed anew, and all over the floor. So that will mean that he too will need medical assistance, hopefully, it will be dealt with quickly.

He reckoned that it would be best to tell the Med Tech what had happened down there, as they would need to assess the injury before anything can be done. Usually, he left any wounds to heal on their own, which may not be a very clever thing to do on his part.

<"Er, yes, a stray piece of metal on the surface took a slice out of my leg."> Tovald replied to Paela Hiraz, shrugging his shoulders. That's the risk of going to a planet full of ice, snow, and bits of metal. He really should have known that was there, alas he didn't and, this is the result.

<"The rescue itself went well, got them out of the Escape Pod with very little problems, sans the sudden storm."> He adds on after a brief pause.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a A ARS VAMI
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"A slice out of your leg?" Paela Hiraz responded, looking up, and waving a hand. "Medic! Bring a medkit!" The Servicemember turned to look at Tovald and shook his head in surprise. "Should have said something, mate. We'd have got you out with the rest." One of the other technicians hurried over with the medical kit. "Take a seat over here on this crate and let's get it patched up."

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"Corellian ship, we read you," the reply came as the shuttle launched from the Endurance. The crew were quiet as they ran through their pre-mission rituals. Checklists, gear checks, prayers in a half dozen languages and religions. Ship specifications. They followed the beacon, weaving through the debris as they approached and slowed to a halt.

Scanners activated and EVA suits pressurized as the team began to slip out of the ship and move onto the wreckage itself. It was slow, methodical work, first inspecting the condition of the hull, before studying the condition of the bacta tanks themselves.

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"Gun salute recognized and acknowledged," the comm tech on the Endurance replied, "We have marked the area as a no-go zone for the next ten minutes. All other ships will remain clear of the firing trajectory."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald nods at that as it was a very simple injury, and one he should have avoided. But alas, he couldn't not when the debris were all covered in snow and ice. He took a seat on one of the crates as instructed and sat patiently as the medics got to work, he soon began to fully consider what the Serviceman said now that they were away from the main focus.

<"Heh, true, I'll say something next time."> He replied holding his hands up, that was something he needed to work on knowing when to ask for help BEFORE it gets worse, not after. At first, it helped when he needed to get the job done but now it's a hindrance as it is second nature to ignore pain.

He did glance at where they took the Survivors, hoping that they will be alright, they did get badly hurt in the disaster. If he needed to go search for more he will do so without hesitation. A career change might in fact do him some good. Being a Mercenary wasn't exactly his first choice of job. He didn't have the mean streak for it, well, one that was big enough for it anyway.

<"Could there be more Survivors out there?"> He asks after a brief silence.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a

The medic nodded as the injured spacer spoke, but just shrugged. "It happens on the Rim. Culturally, we're usually more about independence and autonomy than acknowledging that something may have gone wrong or hurt us. In a lot of worlds, it's a matter of survival." His hands moved smoothly across the injury, cleaning it and then getting it patched up. He finished with gauze and a sealant to prevent infection.

At the last question, he paused as he stowed his medical tools. "Possibly. We don't know much about the Chiss people, or their Ascendancy, let alone any particular security or contingency measures they had in place. But even if there was no chance, we would still scour the system from one end of the gravity well to another."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald nods, that's the thing, Chiss give so little away on their culture and thought. During his time as a blue-collar worker, he had only seen the Chiss owner of the Oil Company only twice and even then it was brief. But if it was to come to picking at every planet to at least find survivors, Tovald will lend his services in helping.

The wound on his leg was patched up and the stinging aching pain died down and the job was perfect nothing went wrong, Tovald soon considered the survival part, his people knew how tough survival can be and how much it has to do with Clan cohesion and unity. Well, his brother is far from a team player in that regard.

<"I understand how survival plays a role in any sentient's life, it's adapt or die kind of thing.">

 

[Vera Tillian]

Tovald Kahmen’’a

The medic nodded again and then waved to another deck member. “Get some of the stimulant!” He called to the spacer, who hurried over with a small bottled concoction. The medic poured out a small glass. “Here, drink this. It’s got the kick of alcohol without the intoxication or blood thinning.” He tossed back one himself and then shook himself as the enemy coursed through his veins.

“Adapt or die, exactly,” he agreed, “But sometimes a thick head will carry you a long way.”

A siren echoed in the hangar and he picked himself up and packed up the medkit. “Stay off the leg for a bit. Ship inbound!” He yelled over the sound of the hangar deck chatter. “Clear the landing area! I want medpods on standby!”

He stumped off into the crowd with a nod to Tovald. “And don’t be getting gashed up again,” he added with a half salute.

 

[Jhira Mereel]

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LOCATION: Csilla, or at least its remnants
Objective: Space rescue life pods and people trapped in ships.
Equipment: Cybernetics | Jet Pack | Beskar’gam | Weapon load out | The Echoy’la Sun
Allies: [ Vera Tillian ] [ A ARS VAMI ] [ Tovald Kahmen’’a ]

The trip to Csilla had been both long, and tedious. The large composite fleet was, by definition, a threat to the large galactic territories they skirted. This part of the galaxy was profoundly unstable; the Maw, the Bryn’adul and the NIO saw to that. Well. The Mandalorians had done their share, too.

Being classed with the Auxiliaries, The Echoy’la Sun was one of the last to emerge from Hyperspace. The bridge was deathly still, as the ruin of Csilla loomed upon the view screen, its once-molten core now a brittle, deadly spear of iron, reaching into space. A new screen of asteroids continuously broke off of both the shattered world, and its eviscerated core. Jhira couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, other terrible images superimposed over the one before her. Hands trembled, and she hunched over her controls, needing to close her eyes and unable to. A stifled sob from Mia broke the bitter silence, though no one moved to comfort her. No one could; for those old enough to recall the Omega War, the blow was devastating.

Without it’s core, the electromagnetic sphere was lost, the devastated atmosphere at risk of boiling endlessly off into space.

The COMM chimed twice, before Captain-General Uryian’s message reached them. Jhira was numb to most of it, but the message did its job. Her crew slowly came to life around her. And if their movements were achingly slow, and the eyes red … Jhira thought the more of them for it. Surely the greatest evil, would be to look upon such grief and feel nothing.

A screen of smaller ships dashed out before them, mirror the one dropped off behind them, in a despairing hope they could buy time for the rest of the fleet if the MAW came.

Captain Vera Tillian of the Ranite-class Armed Transport corvett RRS ENDURANCE reached them next.

Jhira waited her turn, then sounded off her acknowledgement.

COMM to All: ⌁ Endurance, this is the Echoy’la Sun, acknowledging assigned patrol area is Xesh-Niner-Four, Kresh-Tree-Eight, Aenth-Two-Seven. Sensors full power, space-ward Shields full, planetary-side shields turned to allow maximum reception and retrieval of survivors. ⌁ If there were any.

COMM to All: ⌁ Search priority for the Echoyl’a Sun is life pods and pilots, Aye. ⌁

With a gesture, Jhira signaled Mia to launch their support craft. The Echoy’la Sun’s carefully designed shield system fanned out to offer cover and protection to her small craft and any pods found in the vicinity, at the cost of protecting the ship herself.

The sensors pinged, a new signature erupting from Hyper; Jhira tensed, one hand reaching for battle quarters, but the Endurance maneuvered to protect the Cyclone. Jhira lay a trace upon the vessel, for fear it was not tied into the Tac-Net, then turned back to her assigned sector. The ship must be good luck, since it arrived nearly on top of a life-sign. Jhira forced her attention to her own sensors, but she listened to the open COMM channel, praying for good news.

A slew of life signs were broadcast from the Endurance. “Mia, plot trace. First priority, anyone that risks slipping free of Endurance’s sensors. Second, those we are closest too. Get me a summary of everyone we can reach.” the key to a mission like this was team work; interlocking sweeps, and being willing to let the person coordinating it call the shots. It was hard, so hard, to do things by the numbers. To wait for a globally assigned target priority. Discipline brought more people home alive, so Jhira forced herself and her ship to keep discipline, enviously watching the Cyclone as it shot off after its assigned targets.

Gravity fluctuated as a large piece of debris caromed off of the hull, but no one said a word. The small division edged into the fluxing gravity field, priority targeting data confirmed, and Jhira moved the ship from battle stations to red alert. “Reach out with tractor beams to stabilize the spin and tuck those pods in closer! Prepare for retrieval by our small craft.” minutes passed in frozen terror, for fear a random fluctuation from the broken core would send ships crashing into each other or the pods. Debris was a true risk, though minimized by her ability to utilize her shields around the pods themselves.

Mia threw two more coordinates up on the Captain’s screen, and then it became a race for time. Could they get these three safely aboard before they lost lock on the new traces?

Frontier’s Hope reported three more survivors, and her crew cheered each one. Reports came that Cyclone had retrieved five!

COMM to All: ⌁ Endurance, two chiss and their pet aboard. Pilot spinning away from us, inbound to you, can you intercept? ⌁

The last was a MAW beacon, and Jhira hesitated … but still threw a trace on it, maneuvering closer. it twisted in orbit, revealing not a small pod, but a twisted hulk with sealed compartments registering to her senosors. Somehow, unbelievably, life-signs lit up her across her sensors.

A pair of ships chose to fire volleys into space for lost comrades, a sad farewell.

Jhira focused upon the living still before her.

COMM to All: ⌁ Endurance, preparing an EVA for a large vessel with air-tight compartments. Any of you want to come along? ⌁ Jhira rocketed out of her Captain’s chair, heading for the docking bay, silent orders scrambling her family.

“Mia, you have the con; Jhetar, with me. We’re going hunting!”

Jet packs could get places even the smallest ship could not.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Jhira Mereel Tovald Kahmen’’a A ARS VAMI
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"Comms from Echoy'la Sun," Vera's communications officer said, looking up from her station. "Pilot survivor headed this way with trajectory plotted. Requesting intercept. Also identifying ship wreckage with survivors. Inviting Service personnel."

"Understood, Comms," Vera said, standing up from her chair and stepping up to the viewport. She squinted into the glare from the planet's burning core, trying to get a glimpse of everything going on. "Move us to intercept and secure the pilot. Get them aboard. What are the trajectories on the compartment they're approaching?"

"Isk vector three-two-seven-vector-Yev," the answer came back.

"Can we move close to support them without sacrificing our area coverage?" Vera clasped the hands behind her back as she turned and returned to her station.

"Just barely," the navigator answered. "It's right on the edge of our assigned lane."

Vera nodded and chewed the inside of her lip before giving a curt nod. "Move us as close as possible and prepare a small team to assist. Indicate to them our plan."

The communications officer nod and tapped in the channels.


"Endurance to Echoy'la Sun, we are relocating to support your position and preparing a support team at your request. Vector Herf-Sen-Five, half-power."

"Status on the bacta tanks?" Vera asked again. "Have they been removed from their frames in the wreckage?"

"Not yet, Captain, last report has the crew having gained access to the room and assessing the structural integrity."

Vera nodded, "Maintain contact and begin clearing out the hangar to transfer bacta tanks, if that's what they decide on."

Beneath her, she felt the vibrations shift in pulse beneath her boots as the ship began to move. It was slight at first, but then crept up at a steady pace. She could start making out the outline of the ship as they approached.

Beneath her, the engines slowed and the reverse thrusters activated, decelerating the vessel to within visual range. Another nod and the officer signaled the other vessel of their location.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Location: The Endurance's Hangar

Tags: Vera Tillian Jhira Mereel A ARS VAMI

Tovald gave the glass a brief sceptical look and then drank it down. The effect was almost instantaneous. From the tips of his ears to the very bottom of his toes tingled with energy and everything came back into focus. Stimulant drinks help and help a lot. This is a good thing as the sudden siren caught Tovald off guard, it shouldn't but it did. After the events of today, he wasn't exactly leaping to his feet. He had the common sense to listen this time and stayed put and not getting under everyone's feet, which would be the most unhelpful thing he could do at this point.

The Cyclone was in a decent enough space that wouldn't impede other vessels that docked in the hangar, even if it did those working the hangar would make sure it didn't. He is certain his feline friends were safe and on the ship and not wandering around. Because that wouldn't make anything easier for anyone. So far they are in their bed and asleep.

He did have time to reply to the Medic before they had to attend to the new arrivals.

<"Good point and yes, I won't be doing anything like that again in a hurry.">