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Post by Mierin on Apr 27, 2011 19:51:59 GMT -5
(Perception [dice=20] )
Jessica continues studying the engraving as she works on the gun.[rand=93254324800794275776371543374252997117796968948320243035745794358]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 28, 2011 8:01:58 GMT -5
In McKenna's quarters
Sleepy-sleeps! Well, until she wakes up and decides she's slept enough. I'm open.
On the bridge
Tawfeek came onto the bridge and sat in the co-pilot's seat opposite Foreman. "Any news?" He asked, staring out into the void."
In Jessica's armoury
The engraving looked eerily familiar. It was an old trick used for marking goods meant to pass from one person to another. On the casing was written (translated) "JS Inc. Improvement requested." In essence, the weapon was meant to be given to her. And the signature, "USDF", meant it was a quiet military request.
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Post by Dome on May 11, 2011 19:48:29 GMT -5
Flip glances up at the Captain, "There is a ship floating out there about 6 hours from us. Doesn't seem to be moving just, sitting in space. May be something we want to avoid."
He glances back down at his controls then stands up, he says, "if you don't mind, I need to stretch my legs, I'll check back in in 30?"
With that Flip leaves the bridge and heads first for the Galley. Fills a coffee mug and checking the time he decides to visit MJ.
He heads to her quarters and knocks on her door.
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Post by dakota on May 12, 2011 9:38:53 GMT -5
hearing the light tapping, McKenna dragged herself from her bunk and staggered to the door, still half asleep and answered her her door, expecting Tawfeek," Yes Captain, you woke... Flip!" Her eyes sprung open as she tugged down on her barely long enough nightshirt to make sure she was covered, " Flip, wha... what are you doing here?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 13, 2011 14:16:12 GMT -5
(honestly?)
The PA pipes up. "Foreman. Bring me a coffee. And hustle. We need to sort out that ship." Tawfeek says. He didn't sound pleased.
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Post by Dome on Jun 24, 2011 10:49:26 GMT -5
Flip groans, "We had time, I don't know why we need to sort this ship out now," he mumbles into the air.
He looks at MJ, "I am sorry to bother you MJ. Umm. Looks like I have to go. I hope we get a chance to talk soon."
Flip turns and leaves stopping in the galley to grab two cups of coffee, then heads to the bridge.
"Here you go captain, sorry I stepped away. I needed to stretch my legs, and try and take care of something else. What do you want to do about that ship? I say we avoid it. Feels too much like a trap."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 24, 2011 11:49:08 GMT -5
On the bridge
Tawfeek was at the nav table, sighing thoughtfully. "A trap, or at leasta lazy one, would have a strong distress beacon, if they had one at all."
He walked over to the co-pilot's station and pushed a button, and a staticy message played over the room's speakers. It mentioned engine troubles, life support, etc., and that it was a cargo ship.
"It's called the East St. Louis. I found it on the registry." Tawfeek said. "It's been MIA for a few weeks."
He was watching the table again.
Hitting the ship-wide comms, he said. "McKenna, Stephens, meet me at the airlock. McKenna, bring a basic response kit, but make it light. Stephens, come armed. We have 2 hours to prep time." And he switched it off.
"You see this?" He said, pointing at a small item markets as a comet on the table. "It hasn't moved, but it should. If it moves - it doesn't matter where - you sound the alarm and we high-tail it. Understood?"
"Alright, move to a faster speed and prepare to dock."
And he proceed to try to hail the East St. Louis.
Elsewhere on the ship
The ship-wide speakers piped up again. "McKenna, Stephens, meet me at the airlock. McKenna, bring a basic response kit, but make it light. Stephens, come armed. We have 2 hours to prep time."
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Post by Dome on Jun 25, 2011 10:53:48 GMT -5
Flip nods his head, "all right moving to intercept the floater. I'll keep an eye on the other ship too."
He isn't too comfortable with the idea of letting them off to investigate the damaged ship. It felt too much like a trap for his liking.
He prepares for the latch on procedure while the captain waits to hear from MJ an Jessica.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 25, 2011 20:58:44 GMT -5
Tawfeek's nodded to Foreman. "I'm going to prep the suits."
(We'll wait to see when the others post.)
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Post by dakota on Jun 26, 2011 5:55:18 GMT -5
Mortified by her groggy stupidity, McKenna was almost thankful for the captain's intervention this time. She closed the door at Flip's departure and leaned up against the door for a moment. As she collected herself, she wondered what was going through Flip's head after her reaction and couldn't help a chuckle.
After cleaning up and dressing, she was about to head to hydroponics when Tawfeek called. She didn't like that the captain wanted Stephens armed as keyed her comm panel, " I'll be there shortly. Anything in particular I should be expecting?"
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Post by Mierin on Jun 27, 2011 10:07:40 GMT -5
Jessica's eyebrow raised when she realizes the engraving was telling her she was meant to get the gun and that it was a quiet military request asking for upgrades on it. "Curious." she mutters to herself.
Coming out of the daze she usually goes in while studying a weapon, Jessica's reply to the Captain is brief as she replies, "Understood." Jessica sighs and holsters the pistol she had been studying, figure a good way to figure out what needed improving was to actually use it.
She also grabs her armour and another pistol and rifle and, after checking to make sure she has enough ammo for each, Jessica heads to the airlock once it is time to meet with Tawfeek and the doctor.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 27, 2011 11:01:44 GMT -5
Cut-scene to the airlock!
The three space-suited adventurers stood in the port airlock.
"We'll be expecting anything from armed resistence to floating dead people." Tawfeek responded, rather bluntly, to McKenna. "Specifically, in cases like these, anyone alive will be starved, dehydrated, and suffering from thin or unbreathable air. Hence the space-suits, by the way. Anyone dead will most likely be from hypothermia, and frozen solid."
"We're ready, Forman. Get us aboard." Tawfeek said over his suit's radio.
He primed his own gun, and signalled Jessica to a ready position and McKenna to get behind the pair.
On the bridge
Tawfeek had just given the order to dock.
From this close up, the East Saint Louis was actually substantially larger than the Galaxy.
Roll a percent for piloting to dock, and a perception if'n ya wants to see anything special.
About this time, Mensk checked in from the observation room in the cargo hold. Foreman could see he had sealed all the doors between them and the airlocks.
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Post by dakota on Jun 27, 2011 18:45:10 GMT -5
McKenna nodded and stayed behind the others. She had brought a makeshift medical pack she had put together from a backpack and stuffed it with all sorts of first response gear she could spare from shipboard stocks. " Understood, anything from a zero-g meat locker to survivors. Hopefully you're wrong about any resistance."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 29, 2011 11:03:40 GMT -5
Jessica nods at Tawfeek and draws her pistol, taking the point position, wiating for the Galaxy to be docked with the East Saint Louis.
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Post by Dome on Jun 30, 2011 16:19:32 GMT -5
Flip grits his teeth as he moves the ship closer to the airlock.
With the comms wide open he says, "Everyone, brace for contact, approaching for dock."
He closes the distance between The Galaxy and The East Saint Louis And latches on for docking. He tries to see if there is anything about the ship that he can spot from his seat as he says, "we are docked, good luck everyone, and be safe."[/i]
[dice=100](17) Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60%
[dice=20](14) Perc
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