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Senior Navigator Johson steps forward. ,,Sir, judging by the severity of the message, I figured you might want all key-personel at their stations.'' He pauses. ,,I also checked the Navigational Database. The last time a Federation Survey Mission passed through the Kamonyo-System was half a decade ago, but at that time, there were no unusual readings whatsoever. Nothing that could cause a natural disaster of planetary magnitude. That means it's likely that whatever is going on, was caused by the scienists themselves. Also..'', he nods towards Cathy o' Hara - who takes over.
,,Sir, I haven't been able to substanciate their claim that there is a large number of colonists present. However, if these claims are true, we are legally required to help them. I've also been in contact with Tactical. They wish to know if you plan to deploy scouts'', she says. |
Ricor Messman
The captain nodded.
"Send some Ares ahead. We'll know more tomorrow." He waited for the Comm-Liason to transmit the instructions, thinking he'd like to be down in engineering to oversee the ships' departure where engines flamed and pilots hastened as the mothership birthed its children. The sight of spacecraft departing had been one filled with hope and longing for years, and later both comfort and nostalgia. He'd even come to value the sadness that now came with the sight. "If we evacuate," asked Ricor, "how many can we carry and where should they be delivered? The research facility's some four to eight days away; do they have the capacity?" |
Act One: The Wanderer and his Shadow
(Ricor Messman)
Johnson nodded. ,,Aye sir. What kind of mandate would you like to give the scouts? Are they to make contact with the outpost, or keep their distance?'' As the Navigator takes a step back, Comm-Liason Cathy o' Hara approaches the Command Station and hands you a datapad. It would appear that according to Engineering, the ship can hold up to a thousand refugees, provided we jetison all non-essential cargo. ,,I also contacted the Science Department'', she adds. ,,They claim the Research Station only has a skeleton crew, so they should have room for a significant number of refugees. However, the evacuation itself may be problematic, as we only have a handfullof shuttles with which we can ferry the colonists to the ship. Now, I don't know what kind of timetable or population numbers we are looking at..'' |
Ricor Messman
Fifteen soldiers ain't keeping a thousand men in check if they'd decide to get funny," grunted Ricor. "Not much in the way of military aid either, unless we want to bomb the moon to pieces."
Nor would the guys at the station thank them for that delivery. Still, they'd have to save what they could, and regretfully he couldn't spare the extra days needed to visit the research station first. "Tell the scouts to make contact. We'll be a day behind." ~Twing~ "Attention crew, this is acting captain Ricor Messman. We got a distress call from a dying moon in the Kamonyo-system and are moving to assist evacuations. ETA two days, so make sure you're all fit and rested. Captain out." |
Re: Dystopia: The Fallen Angels
,,Preparing for course alteration'', announces the helmsman as he taps the infamous 'red button'. ,,All hands, deceleration imminent. Repeat, deceleration imminent'', barks the computer a few seconds later. For most of the Bridge Crew, this is the cue to either sit down or grab a hold of something. Seconds later, the Arioch shudders violently as it slows from G4 to G1, makes a U-turn and starts accelerating again.
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Spoiler for Comm Message:
Staring at the message, Uytio scowled. What in the blazes - ■■■■ this up? She shook her head to herself; it was probably best they didn't know what she was. She'd worked hard for this... no, she did not want to miss this, but... ! Her appointment with Professor Wolf! There was nothing for it; she'd have to reschedule with the doctor. She'd worked too long and too hard to pass up this opportunity. And so, with that, she 'penned' a brief note for the Doctor, handed it into the sickbay, and ran to armoury - grabbing what she needed with the odd salute, smile and hiding the anticipation, she headed on towards the flightdeck. Normally, she'd have hung around a while longer and been more social with the armoury crew - but not today. A quick round of 'sirs' and she had what she needed. Upon arrival, Uytio looked around, her eyes searching for the fighter - revealing none of the nervousness she felt inwardly. How butterflies existed in space, she'd never know... "Aldara, Reporting in for duty, sir." |
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" Roger that, I will head to Wolf's quaters now. "
A few moments and some twists later, Scott arrives at his destination, pressing the comm button, " Professor Wolf, this Corporal Avery, it has been ordered that I commence a search of your quarters and general belongings, may I have your permission to begin "? |
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Philbert Sigismund Wolf
As Corporal Avery was pressing the Com button at Philbert's quarters, the good doctor was just sipping his second beer at the canteen, his eyes still occasionnaly drifting to the printout he was clutching in his hands. Quote:
He wasn't planning on getting drunk, the alcohol just helped calm his nerves. Wolf knew that CMO Abraham could only suspend from his duties, he did not have the authority, based on his rank, to revoke his security clearance. Either he had brought his connections into play, or he had gone through the captain. Wolf decided to make sure and reached for his personal com-unit, calling the captain. "Captain Messman, this is Doctor Wolf. I was wondering, did you order my security clearance to be revoked?" |
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(Uytio Aldara)
Clutching a helmet and a cobra-rifle under your arm, you arrive at the launchbay. As soon you enter, a member of the flightcrew runs towards you. Although you can see her lips move, you can't make out as much as a single word of what she is saying over the roaring of the engines of two of the three Ares-Fighters that are lined up on the runway. The woman frowns and gestures towards your weapon. Her face displays surprise, then amusement. After a few seconds, she shrugs and leads you to your Fighter. |
Ricor Messman
Slumping back in the captain's chair, Ricor turned his attention to the latest communication. All the interruptions were becoming tedious fast; down in engineering there may be questions and difficulties but everyone knew their tasks and could get to it. Everyone except Lex, of course, but he had Miran to pester about it.
And in these matters, did he even know enough to resolve the simplest complication? He knew about the space out there, about the way the control- and weapon systems worked. He understood what made the computer tick and what powered the ship. But being able to calibrate a gun or rewire a dashboard hardly made one an expert on navigational or military matters - and let's not talk about medical. The only patient he had a hope of mending would be the one with damaged cybernetics. Thus, the best he could do was make others realize they already had the answers. Failing that he could take responsibility and make uninformed decisions when petitioners saw no better choice. It wasn't a happy feeling. "Doctor Wolf," he sighed, "I don't know what you've been up to since our last meeting but it sounds like a stupid thing to do. We're about to take on up to a thousand refugees and Medical's already short on staff, I'd sooner send everyone who can use a tissuespray to Sickbay than suspend trained healers over minor offenses. Not that you should get any funny ideas." |
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