Faction Zavian What?? (RTL)

[Vera Tillian]

ZAVIAN ABYSS

MAYDAY, MAYDAY. THIS IS PROSPECTOR SHIP FREEGOLD REQUESTING ASSISTANCE. COORDINATES ENCODED. HULL BREACH. LIFE SUPPORT LOW.

The distress signal flashed through hyperspace, connecting through the network of beacons to the nearest Rimward Rescue Service Rescue Station. Communications techs rerouted the signals to the nearest vessels in the area, including the RRS Endurance, as well as several other civilian vessels detected in the sectors with the coordinates and situation of the ship in need.

RRS ENDURANCE
"Incoming distress signal!" One of the enlisted communications technicians.

"Location?" Vera answered, spinning her chair around to focus on the information scrolling through the comms channels. She saw a familiar group of numbers and looked up in surprise. "Zavian Abyss? Again?"

"Affirmative, Captain," the answer came back after a moment. "Located within the Zavian Abyss."

Vera let out a long sigh and strapped herself into her chair. "Set coordinates based on our previous visit to the sector."

"Aye, captain." The attitude on the bridge changed. It had been alert, but relaxed, far from any real risk, and on no genuine mission save a general patrol. "Shall I summon the crisis crew?"

That brought an eyebrow raise from Vera. "The crisis crew?" There was an awkward moment of silence before the tech grinned sheepishly.

"The most experienced bridge officers and NCOs," the tech admitted, running a hand through his hair. "The ones you always call when things are even more dangerous than usual."

"Yes, do please summon the crisis crew," Vera said, keeping a wry smile off her face. "On their arrival, get some rest. I'll need you all fresh to take over."

There were nods as the messages were dispersed to the various members of the crisis crew. They had taken on some new recruits lately, but they had previous experience that would make a difference. She steepled her fingers together and stared ahead.

"Course plotted," the navigator called from her position against the side of the bridge.

"Aye," Vera affirmed, "Jump to lightspeed, Helm. Full speed, thank you."

"Aye, aye, captain," the answer came back as the ship transitioned from realspace to the familiar blue clouds of hyperspace.

Vera pressed the intercom button. "All hands, prepare for red alert. Rescue situation approaching. Zavian Abyss. The situation may be extremely hazardous."

The message echoed through the corridors and the tone of the ship changed as the crew prepared for some potentially aggressive evasive flying. Meanwhile, individual summons to the bridge would go out to the beepers on the so-called 'crisis crew' members. Tactical droids, former smugglers, special tactics officers, and the like. Essentially, those with the adaptability and experience to handle non-routine missions.

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Dash Colton Sebastian van Ruud TE-236 BB-610 NE-1 Dax Perl Nej Tane Jessica Bowers @RTL peoples Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Saya Taiyou-Fyre]

"So...you didn't rename her?" Dax asked as he looked around the hold of the ship, examining just what exactly it was that Saya had done with the ship so far, which was...not a whole lot...he was actually a little surprised. Even his cabin looked about the same, aside from different the different pictures and accompanying frames.

"Well, I just haven't really come up with a good one yet," Saya replied, sitting on a cargo box, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. "Besides, this was your ship, ya know? You went on so many adventures on it...it feels weird to be the one in the pilot's seat now."

"You know, you were with me on most of those."

Saya rolled her eyes at her father. "Yeah, I know. But it's not like I remember any of them, I was too young!" she exclaimed. "Besides, you kinda had to leave me on the ship for most of th-"

Saya's words were suddenly cut off as a voice began to play over the small corvette's PA system.

"MAYDAY, MAYDAY. THIS IS PROSPECTOR SHIP FREEGOLD REQUESTING ASSISTANCE. COORDINATES ENCODED. HULL BREACH. LIFE SUPPORT LOW."

Saya looked over at her father with a worried expression on her face. "D-Dad? What do we do?"

The man simply shrugged and crossed his arms. "I dunno, kiddo. You tell me. You're the captain now, time for you to boss me around for once."

The girl's face lit up with a broad grin before she suddenly bolted towards the cockpit, practically jumping into the captain's chair. Dax couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle as he followed her at a much more leisurely pace.

"This is the Revenant Dawn," Saya said over the comm system as she booted up the hyperdrive and Dax walked in and took the co-pilot's chair. "Coordinates received, we're on way. Hang tight, Freegold, help is on the way."

 

[Jessica Bowers]

<"All hands, prepare for red alert. Rescue situation approaching. Zavian Abyss. The situation may be extremely hazardous.''>​

The message broadcasted by the voice belonging to the captain of RRS Endurance rang through the corridors and into the crew quarters, where Jessica was spending a quiet time reading in the bunk bed. The quiet time was no more and she joined the people gathering their stuff and scrambling for the situation room. The often stressful times in the work of a rescue officer and importance to be meticulous were very similar to her former work as a police officer, and it suited her well. She also brought with her the discipline from patrolling the streets of Coruscant, a trait not everyone could be accused with in the RRS, she would admit. Although, the ragbag team of people risking their lives to save others had acquired the same training as rescue officers, and in the end of the day were bound to the same goal; to finish the mission and get home in one piece.

Already wearing a grey sweater and black uniform trousers, Bowers put on her boots and headed for the bridge. A slightly casual attire, but formalities sometimes had to stand aside for an urgent response to situations. Even she knew that.

''What's the situation? Captain?'' she asked and saluted Vera Tillian on the way up to her. Jessica threw a glance over the screens and was already making up plans and sorting out options in her head. ''How many do you need?'' she added, meaning the number of hands for the mission, possibly involving some form of EVA.

 

[TE-236]

Vera Tillian Jessica Bowers Saya Taiyou-Fyre

"All hands, prepare for red alert. Rescue situation approaching. Zavian Abyss. The situation may be extremely hazardous."

TE-236 would awake from sleep mode upon receiving the message. He activated, powering on, and quickly went over his startup diagnostics. He looked around. He was in a charging station with multiple other droids nearby charging, most of them powering on after receiving the message and moving out to begin their duties.

Gin stepped out of the charging station, walking down the halls towards the bridge after his special summons. Once he reached the bridge, he would no doubt receive more data on what was going on. Gin's sensors detected the ship jump into hyperspace, and continued walking down the halls to the bridge. Gin wondered what the situation was this time. Gin knew the process. He was already calculating what could be the problem this time around. Most of the time it was the same stuff. Organics constantly were getting into some sort of danger or peril, as they usually did. Organics always failed to predict issues, and were usually hopeless in those situations.

Gin stepped onto the bridge, looking around. He noticed Vera Tillian in her captain seat, busy working. Gin walked forward, approaching a work station.

"Greetings, Captain Tillian. Unit TE-236 operational and ready for tasks." He said, nodding. "What situation are we currently tasked to today?"

 

[Vera Tillian]

Saya Taiyou-Fyre TE-236 Jessica Bowers

Vera looked up from the data as the crisis crew started to roll in. First was Bowers, one of their top EVA and boarding specialists. Like usual, she was straight to the point and already looking to formulate a plan.

"My assessment is five, initially. Two to stabilize the hull breach, three to evacuate personnel." Her mind raced through the logistics of a rescue operation. "With a standby team of another five to cover any contingency emergencies, but I will leave it in your hands to formulate a plan once we have more information on site."

"Another ship will meet us there," the communications tech called up, "Picking up a reply. Ship id is Revenant Dawn."

"Revenant Dawn..." Vera's words trailed off her and her eyebrows raised. "I think I've heard of that ship. I thought it was long since disappeared into the Kathol Rift somewhere. Send them a burst that we are en route as well and will share intel or vice versa if they arrive first."

"Aye, captain!"

Another familiar figure trundled in, accompanied by the metallic sound of a droid body. "Mr. Gin, excellent." Vera called out to the tactical droid. She adjusted a datapad and handed it over to the droid. "SAR operation. Prospector with a breached hull and damaged life support. Zavian Abyss will be the hardest part. Think you can calculate the safest route to the encoded coordinates and a reliable extraction route?"

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tags: Dash Colton | Sebastian van Ruud | TE-236 BB-610 | NE-1 | Dax Perl | Nej Tane | Jessica Bowers | Vera Tillian

Tovald arrived on time and with purpose, not minding the spider entourage he brought with him. The whole thing was an open secret, he can control fear itself but he was still wary of Spiders even after all that Eldritch horror. It was a part of his life now and he was not so awkward about it anymore nor did he need to fight over food as he renewed the food treaty agreement for another 3 months. Which left him free to fulfil his calling as a rescuer. He will still go Hunting but not as a full-time thing, only when the Guild needs him to.

Good Thoughts, Good Words and Good Deeds were some of the things his clan stood for Well most of them anyway. The control panel blinked a welcome message as he pulled open the de-brief message. Sounds dangerous, but no job is too risky when lives hang in the balance. He remembered Csilla and how he got hurt, so he wore extra protection on his legs to avoid any repeats. Tovald learns from his mistakes and owns up to his pitfalls as a character. He is not perfect but he does try to be a decent person.

He did listen in to what was being said, and took notes, they certainly needed a safe route to the survivors otherwise they would be trapped here too. Which will send a butterfly effect across the RTL and be a hindrance to everyone. No room for error, to make a mistake or get injured again.

 

[Saya Taiyou-Fyre]

Dax braced himself in the cockpit, face pale-white as the ship whipped violently back and forth around asteroids, ship debris, and all manner of other hazards as Saya screamed at the top of her lungs, dropping out of hyperspace with just a little too much spatial drift for comfort.

"On the right!" Dax shouted as a small asteroid came into view, rushing towards them. "Chitchitchitchitchit," the girl said with no regard to the man sitting next to her as she pulled a clunky barrel roll, just barely escaping their deadly collision. The Dawn's hull groaned and creaked as the asteroid scrapped along the top of the ship, the satellite dish shearing off and joining the rest of the space debris (again).

"Did you not know what the Abyss was?!" Dax shouted as he started tapping on a panel with one hand, trying to assess the damage as the other still seemed glued to the wall. "No! Do you think I would've made the jump if I had!?"

"Slow down then! Otherwise we're gonna be the ones needing help!"

"Okay, okay, okay," Saya responded, trying to slow her breathing as she eased up on the throttle to a slightly more manageable speed.

"Gods," Dax swore. "Please...look before you jump..." the man said breathlessly. "Ok, looks like hull damage was minimal. Shields intact, comms are gonna be hampered, we lost the dish. But, short-range seems to be okay. With any luck, we won't be the only ones showing up. Don't know if we'll be able to get everyone on board alone."

Saya sat beside Dax silently, eyes fixed on her hands, lying in her lap. Her father was right, she was too hasty. They could've died just then. And on the heels of Kimiko's death too?...Her siblings wouldn't be able to take that...

"I...I'm sorry, baba,"

"Hmm?" Dax hummed passing the girl a confused look, before quickly morphing into concern. "Kiddo, it's alright," he said softly. "You did good. Yeah, mistakes were made, but you pulled us through it. Not like I was much help, it was all you." Yeah, not his best work but...comforting people wasn't exactly his forte..."Don't beat yourself up, Saya. Not right now at least. We're alive, and we got people counting on us. Focus on them first. They need us."

"Yeah...okay." Saya breathed in deeply, and exhaled. "Right, lets go save those people."

 

[TE-236]

Vera Tillian Saya Taiyou-Fyre Tovald Kahmen’’a Jessica Bowers

"Mr. Gin, excellent." Vera called out to the tactical droid. She adjusted a datapad and handed it over to the droid. "SAR operation. Prospector with a breached hull and damaged life support. Zavian Abyss will be the hardest part. Think you can calculate the safest route to the encoded coordinates and a reliable extraction route?"

Gin took the datapad Captain Tillian handed to him and examined it, looking over the data as he began to type away at the console too, multitasking and handling multiple flows of data at once.

"Affirmative. I have begun calculating the most optimal route, with the highest probability of survival. Although, our chances of survival are still... slim. The Zavian Abyss is not... optimal for our chances of survival, especially since this is our second time entering the Abyss. The odds are not in our favor." Gin said, informing the Captain. He began calculating the best possible route into the Zavian Abyss with the highest chances of survival and success for them. He calculated various points of data, taking in all the data being fed to him, and running complex algorithms to calculate the best path for the ship to proceed into the Abyss.

Gin finished his calculations and typed into the console, typing his calculations into the computer and uploading them to the ship's navigation computer. Those calculations were the route with the highest probability of survival, though, since it was the Zavian Abyss, those numbers were far lower than Gin would want.

"Captain, may I convey my... discontent at this mission. A mission into the Zavian Abyss is... highly dangerous, and nearly all routes have incredibly low probability of survival. I fear trying our luck at the Zavian Abyss a second time may be... unwise." Gin said, expressing his discontent at the dangerous mission.

 

[Vera Tillian]

TE-236 Saya Taiyou-Fyre Tovald Kahmen’’a Jessica Bowers

Ah, droids. More processing power than many starships and still lacking in the concept of tact. She made herself smile at the bridge grew, adding in every ounce of rakish confidence she could muster after growing up a Tillian.

"We're not called the Rescue Service because we only do pleasure cruises, after all." She gave the rest of the bridge crew a wink, although she was not sure if Mr. Gin could get the humor. "And we have a bigger ship this time."

Vera adjusted the safety seats and pressed an intercom. "All hands, general quarters. We have some lives to save and some debris fields to dodge. Guns to half-power and reroute excess to tractor beams."

She turned to look at Jessica and Tovald. "What do you think our best evacuation route aboard the ship is?"

 

[Jessica Bowers]

Bowers listened to her captains orders all while trying to catch up with the data on the screens. Five persons initially. Jessica planned to go EVA herself and would have to pick a partner to go with on this mission. She would have to gather more information about the hull breach and the task ahead of them before she made a decision, but she would have to be quick about it.

Soon, the droid TE-236 joined them as well as the ubese crew member Tovald Kahmen’’a . The meticulous droid made a great assistant to the captain on the bridge, and the breath mask reliant ubese would probably be a great asset to the boarding party, so she still had to choose someone to go with her to the EVA-suit chamber and leave the protecting shell of the Endurance.

''The safest way in would be - well, obviously - through the main docking port, if it's still in function. Otherwise, we'll have to create a way inside. As far away from the reactors as possible, if you ask me. I'd let the commander of the boarding party decide that. If we succeed to seal the breach, we'll buy us time to tow the vessel into port.'' Jessica said and pointed at the different spots of the hologram in front of them showing the ship in question.

Vera Tillian​

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tags: Dash Colton | Sebastian van Ruud | TE-236 BB-610 | NE-1 | Dax Perl | Nej Tane | Jessica Bowers | Vera Tillian

Tovald used a stylus to draw a decent route that is the easiest and the safest, each time it complicates as he needs to factor in debris and several other things out there, which means he was redoing it every time. He would reply to the Spiders but, he would be side-eyed as being strange, so he ignored them, he didn't enjoy explaining what was going on as he couldn't know if they would think he is crazy or not. Once they found a suitable way to rescue, they needed to get there quickly as rescue missions can change as quickly as their surroundings.

He knew there is a way around this, something that is staring right back at him and he is thinking too hard to notice it. Spiders have covered his screen, leaving what looks like a safe route in, Tovald's head shot up and he had a crude drawing of the route in one hand. He has a solution at hand. It was too obvious, sure but sometimes an old school solution is successful. Well, that's what worked in most cases.

<"I think I found a way in that avoids debris."> He says finally, after a long stretch of silence, pulling his suggested route up onto the main screens, showing a narrow path through the middle of the zone with little obstacles.

 

[Vera Tillian]

Jessica Bowers TE-236 Tovald Kahmen’’a Saya Taiyou-Fyre

Vera nodded, listening to them, taking notes with a stylus on a touchpad built into her chair, marking out the objectives and their routes. She glanced over at them, adding several dots.

“Main docking port is initial priority, with a route charted there,” she said quickly, “What about contingency plans? Let’s say three, just given the circumstances.”

Around them, the blue clouds of hyperspace turned to streaks and then crystallized into countless dots of pale light. Ahead, however, roiled a great cloud of gases and debris that sent a shiver down Vera’s spine.

They’d been once. They’d salvaged some stuff and got out with only minor damage. Not nearly as bad as anticipated. But to go in a second time? TE was right. Most people didn’t survive once. Few if any ever went back twice.

But like she said, this was what they did.

“Two sensor pings!” A scanner tech called from her console. “One just arrived in hyperspace. The other further in.”

“Raise both ships on the comm,” Vera said, adjusting her perspective compared to the screens. “Inform them who we are and our plan. Ask the second ship their condition, approach vector, and plan. We‘lol coordinate as they seem to likely have better maneuverability.”