((The Inayat-Khan, Skarbek))
Sim: We’ll just wait for Staples - ah, here he is.
:: Sylvek hurried up the ramp and into the shuttle. sparing a glance at Blondie and her group as they prepped the lander and exchanging a nod with Wheels as the hatch closed behind him. ::
Sylvek: Sorry for the delay, thought I'd grab as much as I could. We don't know what state their own infirmary is going to be in.
::’Kos sat back down and strapped himself into the wheelchair. Corliss tilted her head back at seeing Staples, her braid of hair dangling.::
Fortune: Hello, darling. It's been a whole day since we've last met. How are you?
:: Syl flashed her a smile as he stowed his medkit and took the seat opposite her. ::
Sylvek: My mouth still tastes like something crawled in it and died, courtesy of Doc Wheels and his whiskey, but otherwise all good.
Sim: Right, now we’re all here, I suppose we can get away. Ready when you are Mr Sweet Pea.
:: Syl felt the lurch in the pit of his stomach as the shuttle left the Skarbek's artificial gravity. With his seat facing backwards he couldn't see where they were heading but a metallic clunk through the deck plates signalled the release of the lander and a moment later an epic outburst from their pilot suggested that Peacock had laid eyes on their target. Opposite Syl, Wigs let out a nervous laugh. ::
Xerix: By the Four, the cardies are merciless and brutal.
Sylvek: Is it that bad?
Sim: response
Fortune: Well. We don't have time to hash out how awful they are, we need to get.
:: Sylvek nodded, swallowing back the foul taste in his mouth. Not all of it was down to last nights alcohol - he was well aware they were heading to a location which might well still have Cardassians around. With guns. ::
Xerix: I’m setting her down about 50 meters from the Fourcade. We don’t want the shuttle too close to the wreckage.
Sim: response
:: Syl merely nodded but remained silent. The landing struts make contact with the ground sending a shiver through the shuttle. Wigs uncurled from her chair and Sylvek unbuckled from his seat and buckled his medical backpack on instead. The equipment was older and therefore more bulky than the stuff he'd used in med school. But it was also more robust. ::
Xerix: I’ll take point. Sienelis said there is a nearby base that could be harboring cardies, so we have to assume they could be onboard the Fourcade.
Fortune: You'll do nothing but die, get back here. ::Wigs pushed passed Syl, slapping a rebreather into his hand as she went chasing after Peacock. ::
Sylvek: The air's a little thin out there, Pea.
Sim/Xerix: response
Fortune: It'd be a quick death, or we'd spend a very long hour to make it to something not even ten minutes away. ::She seemed to glare at him over the rebreather.:: We're friends, or something. It doesn't matter, we should get going.
Sim/Xerix: response
Fortune: Well...::she flustered a bit, waving at Xerix:: Go on then, point. I can take rear and shut doors, make barriers. Do we know a route inside, or we're going in blind?
Sylvek: There's an airlock by the main cargo bay, that should be closest to us?
Sim/Xerix: response
:: Syl triggered his comm link as the group set off. ::
Sylvek: =/\= Staples to Red, we're boarding the Fourcade aft of your position. We should show up on your scanners in a moment so don't be getting all trigger happy on us. =/\=
Sevo: response
Corliss/Sim/Xerix: response
"Staples" Sylvek
Ship Surgeon
The Skarbek
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