T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Wilphe]

Ruzz'koff starts to think, "They know that Alpha blew up, they have no way of knowing if any of us were on board the Dvonn at the time. They can see Beta is badly damaged. Ok, with luck they may think we all dead so no one do anything that proves otherwise unless we have to."

"Beta, do you copy? If you just drift and make them think you are finished they may not bother about you further. Everyone on the Dvonn, let's get this ship up and running. We may just have some time now, let's use it well."

 

[Orvallon]

Vrykris lowers her eyes when Ruzz'koff dismisses her,and moves off, setting to work, getting tools, when needed and gingerly, from the dead man's tool box.

As she works, she keeps hoping that Zaed can land the ship's boat safely.

She'll try to get the power plant to full power, and get power to both maneuver drives and the laser turret

OOC: Engineering, Mechanical, and Electrical all at +7, plus whatever adds she gets from Ruzz'koff

 

[doghead]

Preparation and planning prevent pi55 poor performance period.

God help us.

Saanath continues to push on to the Hanger.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle follows Quinn to the bridge, narrowed eyes taking in what she can around her on the way.

At Zaed's communication, she stops dead in her tracks and listens to the comm. When the conversation trails off, she swears in Trokh, then rushes up to catch Quinn. "I need to get on that boat! He might do something ridiculous and open his wound. It doesn't sound good! Is there any way I can do that without alerting the others to our continued presence?" Oh, mother, help me from falling in with these! Though I suppose it is too late.

 

[Watus]

Quinn stops just outside the door, his shoulders slumped. This whole misadventure has been one massive ****-up after another. He spins and swings his fist into the bulkhead so hard that a cloud of dust rises from the floor.

A moment of silence passes. And then, coming to life, he stalks purposefully toward the stairwell. His voice, filled with the preternatural calm of a career officer, cuts through the comm. "Saanath, I want a status report on the hanger. Right now. Ruzz'koff, Vyrkris, I want power to the drives, yesterday. Tomas: Communications. I want to know who these bastards are. Doc: get to the hanger. Trelene: what's your status? Have you taken casualties? Can you make it aboard?"

"Remember people: there's now no way out. We get this ship under way, or we die right here."

He hits the stairs at something less than a run, making a beeline for the bridge.

 

[doghead]

Saanath grins to himself in his helmate. He wonders if Quinn has some sort of mental telepathy thing going. Whatever. He's just glad to see a little order being brought to the chaos.

"Saanath here. Status report coming asap."

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle nods once at Quinn's words before racing off to the hangar. Don't let that silly Vargr hurt himself! she thinks, surprising herself with the vehemence of her feelings.

 

[Guest 11456]

Trelene Scrautigue : Luriani Navy 2/Prof 7/Trav 1: Retired Makhidkarum Vice President

"Beta to Dvonn. Zaedhrarrg is a bit out of it at the moment. As far as I can tell Captain Darius is dead. Zaedhrarrg is bleeding from the chest and head. Just a moment...."

There is a short pause.

"Beta to Dvonn. Another missile just streaked by. I don't think they are giving up so easily. Life support is out. Our present heading is..."

Yet another short pause.

"two two three mark eight by two three mark two. Uh. That is toward your bow. Over!"

 

[Watus]

<OOC>
Are there any airlocks in the bow? That's where the grapple is, right? How does it work? In Quinn's professional estimation, is it even worth considering as a viable option?
</OOC>

Julia is dead.

Quinn winces and all but physically takes that and puts it aside.

For later.

"All right people: beta is adrift. We need ideas. And fast."

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle doesn't pause in her headlong hurtle down the corridor. The only way to get to them was through an airlock, and if Beta could make it--somehow--to the docking bay, that would be best. Darius is dead. Zaedhrarrg is bleeding from the head and the chest. My patient! They are not docked. I have no way of getting to them. How did this happen? The enormity of the situation creeps up on her all at once. She tries to toggle on her suit comm, forgetting it's already open. The slight fumbling noise echoes over the channel following Quinn's words. "Can we move to them?" she asks. "We need to intercept to do them any good!" She sucks in a breath of air, vowing to get in better shape when this misadventure is done.