[SWN] Pioneering for Beginners - IC

[Estro]

Her arm knitting back together thanks to the wonders of Mandate tech, Symca sat up when she heard the voice, her gun flicking to her hand as she did.

"We're the only ship we can see in the system, so I guess we are."

 

[Asmodemus]

As you were busy working on the aftermath of the battle a light flashed on the other end of the hall you had fought in, blinking rapidly before a small crack echoed through the sudden silence and a voice in differently accented Mandate called out: "H-hello? This is overseer Dai Ju, identification number 352XA, Haiju Enclave. Are you the rescue team?", there was some static on the line and a flash sign that the room beyond the door was exposed to vacuum, but the overseers voice was there, even if weak.​

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Finally, someone they could talk to. And they were questioning them.

"We shot most of the scum that killed everyone here to bits after they shot at us. So we're providing rescue. Sorry to say no one the way we came from made it. We've got a couple of.. whoever these guys are prisoner too."

 

[Simpli]

"I am Thomas, a member of an exploratory expedition. We mean you no harm but need passage to a safe zone. Can you provide that?"

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"I… what…Expedition? You are not from the city, the council or the warlords?", the voice on the other end rasped out in confusion with a touch of disbelief, it seems she had to war with the notion that your introduction had put to her mind, but was soon voicing what she most likely thought: "You are from outside the system? And do not swear to either the Warlords or their Seekers?"​

"We're the only ship we can see in the system, so I guess we are."

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"Then that means the defence forces were able to shoot it down or scare it off, ohh thank you. Those are good news, the city should be safe if you haven't seen it.", the voice calls out with relief plain in her tone, the Overseer seemingly quite thankful for this titbit of information.​

"We shot most of the scum that killed everyone here to bits after they shot at us. So we're providing rescue. Sorry to say no one the way we came from made it. We've got a couple of.. whoever these guys are prisoner too."

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For a change the answer didn't come immediately – instead you head a soft sound from the door, something was happening and only after a moment you saw a small flaring light on the right: nearly forgotten, a latch in the wall seemed to open and you recognized a emergency entrance to the station – which made sense if you thought about it, the damage from the outside had been extensive and the room on the other side of the door you had been watching was most likely partially exposed to vacuum. At least these people weren't interested in blasting you out into space? Not that it kills anyone but your wounded, the rest of you would be simply quite angry.

As the inner door of the airlock begun to open, a slim and tall woman stepped out first, her hands raised nonthreatening in the air and only a pistol on her side. Letting her eyes wander over your group and then to your prisoners, the Asian face behind her helmet plate seemed to shift into a small sneer as she called out:

"Auxiliaries, whatever Warlord had staged this raid most likely picked them up on Thos a while back and trained them – barbarians the lot of them.", she said with a small nod towards their fetishes and the spears and axe on the floor. Afterwards she took a step to the side and a small group of five survivor shuffled through the airlock behind her, two of them just barely walking with patches on their suits where shots or similar must have wounded them.

"Welcome on the Salvage Station, I fear I am not able to offer you much, our mess hall was dragged into space when they blew up our patchwork walls."​

 

[Gunman]

"Welcome on the Salvage Station, I fear I am not able to offer you much, our mess hall was dragged into space when they blew up our patchwork walls."

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Kinsky keeps his gun trained on the savage while he eyes the woman. "What country do you hail from and do you happen to have the coordinates of Toth?"

 

[Estro]

Symca frowned at the small group, before flicking her compad to her mouth.

"Echo Sierra Delta Sierra, this is Whiskey Oscar Tanith. Firefight occur, Brooks dead, myself injured, all opposition incapacitated. Report contact with station survivors. Indication of prolonged settlement in system, as well as the possibilities of other ships. Keep crew at ready positions. Negotiations underway. Confirm receipt, over."

Holding the pad loosely near her ear, ready to hear the ships response, she looked over the half dozen survivors. Given what they're saying, we're looking at the likelihood of other near by space faring civs, as well as a barbarian world nearby.

 

[Asmodemus]

The CPO stepped forwards and offered his hand. "Thanks for the welcome anyway. Chief Petty Officer, Alexi Regith. We're from the Esrilaian branch of the Terran Mandate and this is our first journey out of our system, testing the new Spike Drive ship.

Good thing we decided on checking on the refueling station first, yeah?

Anyway, if that's all of them on the station, we should see about getting our ship docked (refueled would be nice), everyone wounded looked at, shove the prisoners wherever until we can speak to authorities here, and catch up on history as we don't know anything about these warlords or what the situation on your planets are beyond 'bombed to hell'."

Kinsky keeps his gun trained on the savage while he eyes the woman. "What country do you hail from and do you happen to have the coordinates of Toth?"

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"They probably mean 'Thos', language drift and all."

 

[Conundrum]

Thomas looked over them quickly, they were noticeably less threatening but he was increasingly in a less forgiving mood as their situation had only marginally improved, "We do not require much as we will not be staying long, we would like fuel and need a way to access our ship without exiting into vacuum. Once we have those two things we will not be staying long."

 

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Symca frowned at the small group, before flicking her compad to her mouth.

"Echo Sierra Delta Sierra, this is Whiskey Oscar Tanith. Firefight occur, Brooks dead, myself injured, all opposition incapacitated. Report contact with station survivors. Indication of prolonged settlement in system, as well as the possibilities of other ships. Keep crew at ready positions. Negotiations underway. Confirm receipt, over."

Holding the pad loosely near her ear, ready to hear the ships response, she looked over the half dozen survivors. Given what they're saying, we're looking at the likelihood of other near by space faring civs, as well as a barbarian world nearby.

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Allayi Mirganiss

"Away team, this is Lieutenant Mirganiss, current highest ranking officer on the E.S.D.S. in absence of captain Beauregard." replied the aloof voice of the pointy-eared pilot. In spite of the serious news she just received, she sounded either admirably professional, or disturbingly unconcerned. If anything, she put a little too much emphasis on her current standing on the ship's social ladder.

"I will tell the medical bay to prepare for emergency treatments, they will be ready to fix you up once you are able to return. Gratitude for the warning, we shall be wary.
Be on your guard, and try not to blow up any fuel tanks. Over."

Finished with the reply, Allayi quickly switched to another channel, informing the other station commanders of the recent developments and ordering them to be prepared for either an emergency extraction, a fight, or to receive visitors. With that out of the way, she shooed one of her co-pilots out of the main piloting chair. If they needed to move in a hurry, it would damn well be her at the helm!

Hm. So there were other ships in the system, probably. If they proved hostile, she wondered if she should try ramming the smaller ones...

 

[Simpli]

"What country do you hail from and do you happen to have the coordinates of Toth?"

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"We belong to the City of Madrid Six, we have been due to get a replacement crew for the salvage operation more than five planetary cycles ago, but the attack took out our radio dish first and we have been blind since then: you are the first contact not trying to kill us.", with a small shrug at the second part of your question, she gestures upwards: "It's the planet we are orbiting, lots of old mining tunnels and cities, most of it divided between various warrying tribals, they didn't have the knowledge to keep above savagery, but the machines down there are Mandate made and they have become hardier in their darkness. They make good auxiliaries."

The CPO stepped forwards and offered his hand.

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Slowly lowering her arms, quite aware of the weapons pointed at her, the Overseer gave a tense smile behind her plate and grasped the offered hand, shaking it not too strong, not too weak, quite normally without any posturing - but when you got to your mission she seemed to halt, her eyes widening: "A Spike Drive? A Working functioning spike drive? The only ones we know are in the hands of the Warlords and the committee is saying since centuries that we need one to call for help from the homeworlds!"

Murmur seems to spread up between the other survivors as well, you can see some smiles, some doubts, its varied but this seems to have been the kind of message that hits like a bomb. Still, the overseer gets herself back under control first, smiling a bit more earnestly:

"It might be best if all of us head to the city first, as they have send no one here yet they either think we are death or could use all the help they can get themselves. We have some fuel for our fighters stored there – around here we only had a salvage operation: as you might have seen the larger part of the fuel station crashed into the moon shortly after the Fall. The city did survive, but we aren't what we were in the past either."​

"We do not require much as we will not be staying long, we would like fuel and need a way to access our ship without exiting into vacuum. Once we have those two things we will not be staying long."

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Giving you a nod – not quite sure of your hierarchy as only the Chief Petty Officer introduced himself with a rank she could vaguely recognize: "The northern docking arm should still be working and airtight, we can go there if we backtrack on your path a little and take a service line round ways – as for the fuel as I said before, we have some at Madrid Six, but not here."​

 

[Gunman]

"They probably mean 'Thos', language drift and all."

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Christopher glances at Alexi and gives him a subtle nod.

Slowly lowering her arms, quite aware of the weapons pointed at her, the Overseer gave a tense smile behind her plate and grasped the offered hand, shaking it not too strong, not too weak, quite normally without any posturing - but when you got to your mission she seemed to halt, her eyes widening: "A Spike Drive? A Working functioning spike drive? The only ones we know are in the hands of the Warlords and the committee is saying since centuries that we need one to call for help from the homeworlds!"

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Christopher stares at the overseer. "Are you telling me your world has been colonizing past your home system without spike ships? The old fashioned way?" He shakes his head. "Our government is eager to make new friends among the stars, isn't that right Captain?" he says as he looks at Captain Beauregard.

 

[Asmodemus]

"We belong to the City of Madrid Six, we have been due to get a replacement crew for the salvage operation more than five planetary cycles ago, but the attack took out our radio dish first and we have been blind since then: you are the first contact not trying to kill us.", with a small shrug at the second part of your question, she gestures upwards: "It's the planet we are orbiting, lots of old mining tunnels and cities, most of it divided between various warrying tribals, they didn't have the knowledge to keep above savagery, but the machines down there are Mandate made and they have become hardier in their darkness. They make good auxiliaries."

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So the main mining planet had fallen into barbarism with the agricultural planet's fate uncertain as of yet. Interesting that. He had expected it to be more world vs world.

Slowly lowering her arms, quite aware of the weapons pointed at her, the Overseer gave a tense smile behind her plate and grasped the offered hand, shaking it not too strong, not too weak, quite normally without any posturing - but when you got to your mission she seemed to halt, her eyes widening: "A Spike Drive? A Working functioning spike drive? The only ones we know are in the hands of the Warlords and the committee is saying since centuries that we need one to call for help from the homeworlds!"

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And the Warlords then seemed to be an out of system threat.. so alerting them to home being active and starting making spike drives was not a good idea. At least until they were ready to defend against an assault.

Alexi winced at the ensign's thought that by homeworlds they meant a world that had sent them to colonize this one instead of the homeworlds of the Terran Mandate, the inner core of humanity from which their ancestors had been sent out here to the fringes.

Murmur seems to spread up between the other survivors as well, you can see some smiles, some doubts, its varied but this seems to have been the kind of message that hits like a bomb. Still, the overseer gets herself back under control first, smiling a bit more earnestly:

"It might be best if all of us head to the city first, as they have send no one here yet they either think we are death or could use all the help they can get themselves. We have some fuel for our fighters stored there – around here we only had a salvage operation: as you might have seen the larger part of the fuel station crashed into the moon shortly after the Fall. The city did survive, but we aren't what we were in the past either."​

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"Sounds reasonable to me. Our leaders would also likely appreciate a more thorough connection with your leadership. Arranging to send diplomats and such back and forth, the kind of people skilled in doing things good between two groups, like introducing themselves-" He stated before turning to give a meaningful look to all those that had not. "-and other such nice things."

 

[Conundrum]

"Chief send someone to collect the wounded," the overseer seemed somewhat confused as to the hierarchy at the moment, that was fine Thomas thought. This was a far cry from noble adventure that they were supposed to be on, now survival of his people would take priority over his memoirs. This meant keeping the locals in the dark and he wished that the spike drive and their ranks had not already been revealed so clearly to people with unknown motives.

"Indeed, we have been sent on n exploratory mission with the hope of making friendly long term contact with nearby systems now that we have regained spike drive technology. Given our encounters thus far for now I believe a short introduction and sign of good will would be best so we may quickly return to our home system and prepare further and proper diplomatic expeditions to your world."

 

[Asmodemus]

"Chief send someone to collect the wounded,"

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"Right. Let's get organized people, ship's coming, let's get everyone ready to get where they need to be." The CPO directed marines around, more at ease now, even if none of the other command crew were introducing themselves for some stupid reason.

He'd see to moving the fallen personally, their own and aiding any efforts in handling the fallen of the station crew as he could. Being respectful as he could be.

He didn't know who these Warlords were, but they'd made an enemy of two systems now. And their home was a foe they were hopefully not as prepared for.

 

[Estro]

He stated before turning to give a meaningful look to all those that had not.

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Symca just looks at the CPO, a sarcastic 'oh, me?' look on her face

I'm a goddam spook, mil-man, the hell am I gonna introduce myself for. Not that they don't know my name and rank.

"Shipping out to Madrid six?"

 

[Asmodemus]

Symca just looks at the CPO, a sarcastic 'oh, me?' look on her face

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The CPO blinked as he hadn't considered her and shrugged to her look before continuing on.

 

[Simpli]

Are you telling me your world has been colonizing past your home system without spike ships?

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"I…I mean no, of course not.", the Overseer said after a moment, confusion on her face of how you might ever think that: "Madrix Six was established to oversee operations on Thos and act as support point for the eventual terraforming and colonization of Alciphe as a world primary dedicated to the production of agricultural goods and biomass for the local sector. ", the woman explains quickly, gesturing around "As you can see the project has taken some set-back after all contact with the Homeworld and the Mandate was lost, but if you are really from the Fleet base, you must have some warships that could come and protect us from the warlords, or? "

"-and other such nice things."

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"Undoubtedly, the City services will be more than glad to try establishing an connection with the Council on Alciphe for you – but aside from that we currently have no drill-capable crafts that are able to leave this system – as the warlords have a limited amount of spike-drive equipped ships, we need our own to counter them as any other defence will be vulnerable to dimensional shifting of the enemy.", gesturing around she could only shrug: "As I said, I am sorry for our rather lacking welcome to you, but I am sure the city will try its best to make up for it – visitors of the Mandate are good news, the first ones in the last few hundred years."​

"Chief send someone to collect the wounded,"

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Under the watchful eyes of Chief Regith, the collection of the wounded and the fallen, went quickly – but carefully. Harrison was supported by Hayes as they moved up to the rest of the group, the first espatier still pale and seemingly loosing more blood from her cheeks as she saw the unmoving body of her comrade, but she did hold herself together, leaning on her riffle for support as she gave a weak drained salute to the gathered command crew.

The locals meanwhile were putting their fallen to the side – and had begun stripping them of anything valuable, which seemed to be nearly everything they had on their body aside from their light under suits, the suits and equipment in them getting pulled off or cut out ever neatly, soon wandering into bags and pockets on the survivors – only the falling auxiliaries were left out from these actions, seemingly as your due.

 

[Asmodemus]

"I…I mean no, of course not.", the Overseer said after a moment, confusion on her face of how you might ever think that: "Madrix Six was established to oversee operations on Thos and act as support point for the eventual terraforming and colonization of Alciphe as a world primary dedicated to the production of agricultural goods and biomass for the local sector. ", the woman explains quickly, gesturing around "As you can see the project has taken some set-back after all contact with the Homeworld and the Mandate was lost, but if you are really from the Fleet base, you must have some warships that could come and protect us from the warlords, or? "

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"Scream hit Esrila, all of Getiat hard. Our ship is the first spike drive equipped ship we've had for centuries. This is our first trip out of the system and this refueling station is the first place we investigated.

My recommendation will be aiding your people any way we can, but I'm afraid we are not the immediate salvation you might have hoped."

"Undoubtedly, the City services will be more than glad to try establishing an connection with the Council on Alciphe for you – but aside from that we currently have no drill-capable crafts that are able to leave this system – as the warlords have a limited amount of spike-drive equipped ships, we need our own to counter them as any other defence will be vulnerable to dimensional shifting of the enemy.", gesturing around she could only shrug: "As I said, I am sorry for our rather lacking welcome to you, but I am sure the city will try its best to make up for it – visitors of the Mandate are good news, the first ones in the last few hundred years."

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The CPO waved off the apology. "I've had worse receptions."

Under the watchful eyes of Chief Regith, the collection of the wounded and the fallen, went quickly – but carefully. Harrison was supported by Hayes as they moved up to the rest of the group, the first espatier still pale and seemingly loosing more blood from her cheeks as she saw the unmoving body of her comrade, but she did hold herself together, leaning on her riffle for support as she gave a weak drained salute to the gathered command crew.

The locals meanwhile were putting their fallen to the side – and had begun stripping them of anything valuable, which seemed to be nearly everything they had on their body aside from their light under suits, the suits and equipment in them getting pulled off or cut out ever neatly, soon wandering into bags and pockets on the survivors – only the falling auxiliaries were left out from these actions, seemingly as your due.

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It was always a pain to lose good people, but it was life. Any of them could have been ended during that fighting. And more would be if not for the doctor. While Alexi was of the opinion the man should never have been made captain as he was faltering in orders, unwilling to assert authority and clearly was not cut out for diplomatic affairs, he was definitely damn good at doctoring.

At least the man wasn't as bad as he could be, maybe with time and pressure he'd grow into leadership. Or crack like an egg.

Meanwhile it seemed that the locals were salvaging everything off the dead but the people killed by the Esrilian crew. Understandable, given just how long they had likely been in war here.

Deciding that anything they brought back could maybe make the intel people happier, he saw to arranging for the looting of the invaders, especially the advanced one's remains. Noting anything unusual as they did so. Moving it aboard to be stowed for a time would be simple.

 

[Gunman]

"Sounds reasonable to me. Our leaders would also likely appreciate a more thorough connection with your leadership. Arranging to send diplomats and such back and forth, the kind of people skilled in doing things good between two groups, like introducing themselves-" He stated before turning to give a meaningful look to all those that had not. "-and other such nice things."

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Christopher responds by picking up the laser rifle and looking through the contents of the postech soldier. "Ensign Christopher Kinsky."

"I…I mean no, of course not.", the Overseer said after a moment, confusion on her face of how you might ever think that: "Madrix Six was established to oversee operations on Thos and act as support point for the eventual terraforming and colonization of Alciphe as a world primary dedicated to the production of agricultural goods and biomass for the local sector. ", the woman explains quickly, gesturing around "As you can see the project has taken some set-back after all contact with the Homeworld and the Mandate was lost, but if you are really from the Fleet base, you must have some warships that could come and protect us from the warlords, or? "

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Christopher gives a brief look at the Captain, not sure about what should be revealed. Like he was going to let them get the best cut after they lost men to save them! It was a mercenary mentality that Kinsky felt was appropriate, since their mission included the acquisition of advanced technology.

 

[Simpli]

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"Ohhh.", the response was muffled by the full helmets worn by all people present, but the disappointment was obvious enough not only in the overseer's tone, but also in her posture as it slumped, suddenly showing the tiredness of the last few days. After a moment she seemingly had gotten herself under control again and gave another stiff smile, trying to see the best in the situation as she said lightly: "At least that proves that other people survived the Collapse, we got some messages of rebellions and other more horrible stuff in the archives, but no one was quite able to work out what happened – and when neither the next supply convoy nor the one afterwards came – we just thought everyone was dead or busy….at least till the warlords came to make the planet below their recruitment pool."

It seemed your superior had gotten through his struggle about simply stating what you were, as he waited for the overseer to finish, before walking to her and saluting in the Mandate style that was practiced by all armed forces of your planet. Saying a bit more formally than his prior misgivings might have given, he said:

"Captain Thomas Beauregard, Esrilaian Navy, in command of the E.S.D. Vessel that brought us to this system. If you are willing to accompany us, we will bring you to your city and see if we can exchange greetings and general information before we return back home."
The talk of the two leaders continued as their respective groups busied themselves in the background, the death and the wounded gathered and stripped or treated as whatever needed to be taken out of the station was gathered on bags, belts and whatever else was at hand. The few Marines still standing took part in it, quickly frisking the fallen and the two prisoners, gathering a small pile of tribal fetishes, markings and reworked scrap blades of some kind that each of the auxiliaries did have at hand. A few of the more intact armour plates were gathered….and with a small look at one another, Hayes and Allison, simply grasped the whole body of the officer leading the others, hoisting the corpse onto Hayes back, who gave a small thumbs up – ready to just carry everything to the ship for a more careful environment.
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Before too long, the whole group had gathered whatever was available and the two-prisoner stuffed into sealed suits, waiting for Lieutenant Mirganiss to dock to the still intact northern docking Bay, where the ship might directly align with the station. Guess it was time to wrap things up here and head towards the city – or first into a shower if you were quick enough about it and didn't want to appear in blood sprinkled clothes – or with a nearly burnt off and then regrown patch of flesh visible under your torn armour.
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Before too long, the whole group had gathered whatever was available and the two-prisoner stuffed into sealed suits, waiting for Lieutenant Mirganiss to dock to the still intact northern docking Bay, where the ship might directly align with the station. Guess it was time to wrap things up here and head towards the city – or first into a shower if you were quick enough about it and didn't want to appear in blood sprinkled clothes – or with a nearly burnt off and then regrown patch of flesh visible under your torn armour.
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Allayi Mirganiss

After receiving orders to dock at the station in order to extract the away-team, as well as pick up some guests, Allayi was quick to confirm. Instead of enacting the manoeuvre herself though, she had one of her co-pilots do it.

While the E.S.D.S. began its careful approach towards the station (it's docking-section having been designed to be compatible with as many different style of foreign ports possible), the ship's main pilot and, for the lack of any competition, currently highest ranking officer, swiftly strode to the ship's entrance while relaying orders to other crew members.

Once the proud vessel had successfully docked, it's entrance hatch slid open with a hiss. Behind it, the waiting away-team and their new companions would behold several crewmembers. Standing at the forefront, the first to be revealed by the opening hatch, was Allayi herself. Her posture straight and impeccable, just like her uniform was smooth and free of any stains, the very picture of a professional that would make most drill sergeants grunt in approval.
Well, aside from the rather uncommon features of grey skin, pointy ears, long and free-flowing hair as white as snow, and of course the arrogant smirk.

"Lieutenant Mirganiss, proud to report that everything is within working order. Medical aid has been prepared as requested."

She made a two-fingered gesture, signalling to the medical personnel flanking her to start moving past her and begin to load the injured onto stretchers and/or perform emergency aid on the spot. Not having moved an inch from her position as the medics got to work, the pilot addressed Thomas:
"Captain on deck. Happy to turn command of the ship back to you, Sir Beauregard."

 

[Estro]

It wasn't commented on when Symca grabbed the rifle the man downstairs had been weilding, as she walked around collecting various bits and pieces to take back home. A large carry bag full of whatever pickings she thought was interesting was shoved in some private's hands as she walked onboard, before she sniffed, plucking at the burn marks on her suit.

"I'm going to change."

And with a flicker she was gone, stepping neatly forwards two floors higher. Another few seconds later she was in her room, the locks on her door seemingly as undisturbed as when she'd placed them there. Taking the rifle off her shoulder, Symca grabbed the large bag that was the current account of her shipboard posessions, and opened it out. Flicking a hand down into the mix of clothes, laspistol rounds, and books, she held her hand flat against the bottom and concentrated for a second. With a click, she telekinetically operated the internal mechanism, and lifted the entire false bottom that was in the bag out. There wasn't much space in there, but with the stock dissattached, she could force the rifle in there. Placing the bottom back in the bag, and re-latching it again, she grabbed a relatively formal dress, flickered out of her clothes - a trick she'd loved ever since she'd thought it up - and pulled on the dress, fiddling with the sleeve in a mirror to check her discolouration wasn't noticeable.

Flicking back down to the bridge, Symca leaned against an empty stretch of wall, and regarded the ensemble with a slight smile on her face.

What will I do with that nice little bonus, hmm. I did crash my last motorbike a while back....

"Warrant Tanith, reporting and jazz."

 

[Asmodemus]

"Ohhh.", the response was muffled by the full helmets worn by all people present, but the disappointment was obvious enough not only in the overseer's tone, but also in her posture as it slumped, suddenly showing the tiredness of the last few days. After a moment she seemingly had gotten herself under control again and gave another stiff smile, trying to see the best in the situation as she said lightly: "At least that proves that other people survived the Collapse, we got some messages of rebellions and other more horrible stuff in the archives, but no one was quite able to work out what happened – and when neither the next supply convoy nor the one afterwards came – we just thought everyone was dead or busy….at least till the warlords came to make the planet below their recruitment pool."
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Alexi would've continued talking but it seemed the captain had gotten over himself finally and started acting something like an authority rather than as a mere medic. He approved and let the man take charge.

On entering the ship he began to oversee directing putting away everything and getting someone to move their fallen to the proper area for their return trip home. Then he'd see about keeping watch over the herd of locals while their captain dealt with their boss. Playing host and making sure they didn't go anywhere they weren't supposed to. While they weren't hostiles, one never knew with civvies when one might get sticky fingers.

 

[Simpli]

"Captain on deck. Happy to turn command of the ship back to you, Sir Beauregard."

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Compared to Lt. Mirganiss in her prim and proper uniform, the rest of the landing party did seem a bit bedraggled after their two firefights, but the Captain stepped up as professional as ever – for his many propaganda images- and saluted in return, inclining his head towards the Overseer of the Station as he invited her onboard and gestured for their grey skinned pilot and then back to her:

"Overseer Dai Ju, may I introduce Lieutenant Mirganiss, best pilot of or whole navy and my subordinate on this ship as I am proud to say. Lt. may I introduce Overseer Dai Ju, who was in command of this facility till the attack of, to us, unknown hostiles from a neighbouring systems. Would you please show her the bridge, she will inform you of the location of her home-city and on which frequencies to hail them – I will accompany our wounded back to the infirmary."

Giving the pilot a small nod, before he hurried off towards the nurses that had already prepared a stretcher for Private Harrison and a body bag for Private Brooks. While Chief Regith moved the other survivors of the outpost towards the mess hall, the Overseer remained next to the pilot and bowed formally as greeting as soon as the captain left:

"A pleasure to meet you Wei Mirganiss, even under these circumstances. Your captain told me, that you have historical data of our cities location, if you guide me towards your communication equipment, I will try to get into contact with our defence forces."​

"Warrant Tanith, reporting and jazz."

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Your sudden appearance on the bridge elected a few gasps from the crew on it – at least of those who were easier scared and not that used to your sudden appearances. Your dress on the other hand got a few more partly perplexed, partly intrigued looks, but for the most part, they saluted professionally and went back to their work – it seems you were faster than any others here~

Playing host and making sure they didn't go anywhere they weren't supposed to. While they weren't hostiles, one never knew with civvies when one might get sticky fingers.

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It seems these civis were already busy carrying whatever they scavenged in the station and were reluctant to put them down – at least till supply Tomkins who was responsible for the supplies came by with a few reheated meals – both for the civis and for you. Before you could do anything else, they had already torn off their helmets and spread out the rations between each other, digging into it, with a gusto that was only understandable after a few days of being stuck in their suits. The weaker of them would surely get something to eat in the infirmary, but the rest were happy to finally eat and drink something as the ship went underway.​

 

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Compared to Lt. Mirganiss in her prim and proper uniform, the rest of the landing party did seem a bit bedraggled after their two firefights, but the Captain stepped up as professional as ever – for his many propaganda images- and saluted in return, inclining his head towards the Overseer of the Station as he invited her onboard and gestured for their grey skinned pilot and then back to her:

"Overseer Dai Ju, may I introduce Lieutenant Mirganiss, best pilot of or whole navy and my subordinate on this ship as I am proud to say. Lt. may I introduce Overseer Dai Ju, who was in command of this facility till the attack of, to us, unknown hostiles from a neighbouring systems. Would you please show her the bridge, she will inform you of the location of her home-city and on which frequencies to hail them – I will accompany our wounded back to the infirmary."

Giving the pilot a small nod, before he hurried off towards the nurses that had already prepared a stretcher for Private Harrison and a body bag for Private Brooks. While Chief Regith moved the other survivors of the outpost towards the mess hall, the Overseer remained next to the pilot and bowed formally as greeting as soon as the captain left:

"A pleasure to meet you Wei Mirganiss, even under these circumstances. Your captain told me, that you have historical data of our cities location, if you guide me towards your communication equipment, I will try to get into contact with our defence forces."​

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Allayi Mirganiss
"The pleasure is all mine, Overseer Ju." Allayi replied with a formal bow of her own (taking care not to bow as deeply as her counterpart had). "I regret that our meeting has to be under such unfortunate circumstances.
Please, follow me."
While leading her guest towards the bridge, she used a small communicator to contact her aid in Astrogation.
"Chares, load up all the historic data we have on this system's urban structures. You will soon be provided with the name of a specific location that is to be our next destination. Plan a course as soon as you are able. Mirganiss out."

Flicking back down to the bridge, Symca leaned against an empty stretch of wall, and regarded the ensemble with a slight smile on her face.

"Warrant Tanith, reporting and jazz."

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Your sudden appearance on the bridge elected a few gasps from the crew on it – at least of those who were easier scared and not that used to your sudden appearances. Your dress on the other hand got a few more partly perplexed, partly intrigued looks, but for the most part, they saluted professionally and went back to their work – it seems you were faster than any others here~

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Once they reached the bridge, Allayi made a beeline to the Communications department. There, she quickly spotted her freshly teleported-in colleague.
"Warrant Officer Tanith, how fortunate to find you here already." she called out. "On request of the captain, Ms. Wei here has agreed to give us the frequencies needed to contact her home. As this is your department, wouldn't want to step on your toes, so you may take over now."
Despite declaring her desire to pass on the duty of introducing Dai Ju to their communication equipment, the Flight officer only took a few steps back to clear the room between Ju and Tanith, but otherwise showed no inclination of leaving.

 

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Once they reached the bridge, Allayi made a beeline to the Communications department. There, she quickly spotted her freshly teleported-in colleague.
"Warrant Officer Tanith, how fortunate to find you here already." she called out. "On request of the captain, Ms. Wei here has agreed to give us the frequencies needed to contact her home. As this is your department, wouldn't want to step on your toes, so you may take over now."
Despite declaring her desire to pass on the duty of introducing Dai Ju to their communication equipment, the Flight officer only took a few steps back to clear the room between Ju and Tanith, but otherwise showed no inclination of leaving.

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Symca looked at Allayi, at Ju, and then back at Allayi, who seemed intent on hovering while she did her work. At the communications equipment. Joy.

"Of course, Lieutenant. Thank you for the consideration."

Bitch.

Walking over to the main console of the sector, Symca bent low to the man currently occupying it, who smoothly stepped out of the chair to let the spy sit down.

"So, Ms Ju, the frequencies, if you don't mind? Furthermore, is there any encryption or handshake protocols I should know about?"

Now, how the hell do I use this console.