Lt. Commander Foster - Full Body Flinch
Jamie LeBlanc
((Bridge – MFT Maximum Thrusters))
Foster: Excellent. Get us within transporter range.
They were close, and thus far they were in one piece and not getting shot at. Wyn could still feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Some gut feeling said the Syndicate was still out there, even if they couldn’t see them of he couldn’t prove it.
Well, he could prove it to some degree – Sensors showed two corpses, Orion organic matter rendered lifeless in the dead of space. Only two corpses in the vicinity of the dead Marauder.
There was no way that ship was flown by only two Orions. A Marauder of that size had to have a crew of at least twenty five. Maybe up to forty pirates – and it could have fit a lot more. Though from what Wyn knew of pirates from past encounters they tended to stick in small bands – easier to share the profits and keep the underlings in line when there were fewer.
Either way, there were a lot more than two Orions on the Marauder when it was fighting the MFT, which meant the other twenty or thirty some crew had to go somewhere. Either Sol would find them on the planet or they had another ship.
Ysatch: In range now. Targeting sensors showing our crew and thirty Temurians on board.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: As soon as we take on the refugees, the Pigeon is headed towards the planet. With any luck they will draw any potential attention.
Ysatch: I really hope we're being overcautious here and there isn't any attention to draw.
Wyn would love a little luck right now.
Then he reminded himself that luck was largely a matter of being aware of opportunities and making the decision to capitalize on them so he decided that keeping their proverbial eyes open was probably for the best.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Exactly, let them draw attention, put our shields up and get back to the Temurian settlement as fast as possible.
Ysatch: ::does a quick check of the systems:: We really made out about as well as I could've hoped. Other than that one breach, the ship's hull weathered most of the damage without difficult. Very much looking forward to powering the deflector back up.
sh’Sonora: ?
Foster: Then we have to get repairs underway so we can get ourselves home!
It would do no good to survive that fight, ace that Marauder and then be stuck on an asteroid.
And having the Narendra come save them would absolutely blow their cover.
So repairing the MFT was the way to go.
Ysatch: Right, at the very least, we will need to do something about the warp core.
sh’Sonora: ?
Ysatch: =/\= Thrusters to Pigeon. Just say the word and we'll beam out the Temurian refugees. =/\=
Any on the Pigeon: =/\= ?
There was a verbal go-ahead and Wyn watched as Tori completed the transport sequence from his helmet controls. Wyn wouldn’t lie, despite the MFT being an odd choice for a command it had some impressive features and the flight suits were a thing that struck him as useful and clever.
Better than most EVA suit models he had worn. Then again he supposed these things were designed to be worn pretty frequently, and Wyn assumed that civilians using them wanted to be comfortable while they were staying as safe as possible and at the same time doing dangerous things.
Ysatch: Transport complete. Captain, we have 30 Temurians in our cargo hold.
Foster: Excellent. Get our shields back up and warm up the impulse engines.
Ysatch: Deflector back online. Shields up. Impulse engines heating up. The ship is ready to move any time.
Foster: Alright Mi’sh – your job is straightforward. Get us back to the Temurian asteroid as fast as possible with as little damage as possible. I believe in you.
sh’Sonora/Ysatch: ?
Both antennae flared upwards as he thought about it.
Foster: Ah yes and don’t shake, rattle and roll our poor refugees. Preliminary scans indicate they’re more than a little dehydrated and likely exhausted.
sh’Sonora/Ysatch: ?
They were well on their way back when there was a surge on the sensors. An unusual ion spike. It flared, and for a moment Wyn felt his entire body tense – a full body flinch as he waited for something horrible to happen.
Foster: What’s that spike?
sh’Sonora/Ysatch: ?
And as soon as it flared, it faded. Maybe it was residual from the minefield. Maybe it was some sort of tracking device they accidentally triggered.
Maybe it was a cloaked ship engaging impulse and getting the heck out of there.
Either way, they couldn’t track it. It had just come and gone.
Foster: No, I don’t like it, either. But nothing shot at us, or tried to kill us… so we carry on.
sh’Sonora/Ysatch: ?
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tags/tbc
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OOC – we are very close to mission end so let’s get these little guys home!
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Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster
Acting Commanding Officer
~Julian Beck
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