T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Orvallon]

Trel looks at Ktarle, for just a moment, then disconnects one of the tanks from the vacc suit, and hooks a mask to it. (ooc: Do T20 Vacc Suits still have the dual tank systems? Not a lot of detail in the book on that, but it always made sense to me.)

Walking to the sled, blinking a bit, breathing hard as he replenishes a backlog of oxygen need, he crouches by the unconscious woman, and rumbles, in Hryoan accented Trokh, "She'll lose less air with the mask."

He stays out of Ktarle's way, instinctively. Aslan males don't get in the way of a female doing her work.

 

[doghead]

ooc: this thread can motor at times. Wheeee!

Saanath has barely opened his mouth to speak before the Aslan is moving. He doesn't get a chance to get a word in until the Aslan is crouching by the sled with the hooked up mask in hand.

Saanath nods to Ktarle when she glances in his direction. Saanath suspects that that the Aslan is well aware that Saanath is armed. And yet still he crouches on the other side of the sled, motionless, where Saanath could easily drill him with the pistol. Perhaps. Lasers aren't really Saanath's weapon of choice. But the new arrival doesn't know that.

Saanath toggles on the external mic and turns towards the Aslan. "Better?" he asks.

 

[Orvallon]

Saanath toggles on the external mic and turns towards the Aslan. "Better?" he asks.

Trel looks at the human, unsure at first if it's male or female, the vacc suit making it hard to tell. Then he notes the protective way the man seems to be hovering. And the fact that the gentleman in question is keeping a clear firing line for the laser he carries.

He nods slowly, as he starts to feel more alive, and says, reverting to Galanglic, "Much better. Breathing is a useful thing, for the moment."

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he takes out his personal comm, slowly, so as not to seem any more threatening then his size and heft dictate, and hooks it up. "The mask would be better for the woman. I am in your debt for the oxygen, and my life."

Numerous questions should be asked, but Trel finds himself curiously detached, almost unwilling to ask them. One thing is at the center of his mind, now that the immediate urge to breathe is fulfilled. "I am hooked into the ship's comm system. I will be in the cargo bay for a time, then I will be in the medical center."

That, of course, is secondary, in Trel's mind. Getting his own equipment is simply an excuse. What is important is returning to the side of his mate.

 

[doghead]

Saanath considers the Aslan for a moment. Ktarle would be better equipped to handle this, but she seems reluctant to engage at the moment. And Saanath is reluctant to do anything to distract her.

~assuming Ktarle doesn't take the mask first, Saanath take it and hands it to her~

Saanath knows a little of the Aslan culture from his friends back home. But is it the same everywhere? He doesn't want any mistakes, so he does his best to tread carefully. Better to leave the acknowledgment of the debt til later, to Ktarle. How does he refere to Ktarle in a neutral way? How exposed has this Aslan been to outside cultures? Too many questions Saanath. Not enough decisions.

"The Doctor needs Trelene moved to Medbay as soon as possible, as well as the others. Its urgent. Thats where we go now." He hopes the subtext is obvious.

Saanath looks to see if Ktarle has got the mask ready. He needs to know what she wants done next.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle grabs the mask and attaches it to Trelene's makeshift oxygen supply. "The oxygen is not ours, and therefore neither is your life. There is no debt." She says it perfuctorily, as though her mind is somewhere else--which it is.

She looks Trel up and down quickly and makes a split second value judgment. "We need to go to the medical bay. Somewhere with a decent oxygen content. I need a sled for the other two. Were there any others?" she asks Saanath, less a question than a command. She catches his eye as best she can between two vac suits and nods. As the two hopefully move off, she turns to Zaedhrarrg and does what she can in situ.

 

[Orvallon]

Ktarle grabs the mask and attaches it to Trelene's makeshift oxygen supply. "The oxygen is not ours, and therefore neither is your life. There is no debt." She says it perfuctorily, as though her mind is somewhere else--which it is.

She looks Trel up and down quickly and makes a split second value judgment. "We need to go to the medical bay. Somewhere with a decent oxygen content. I need a sled for the other two. Were there any others?" she asks Saanath, less a question than a command. She catches his eye as best she can between two vac suits and nods. As the two hopefully move off, she turns to Zaedhrarrg and does what she can in situ.

Trel looks at her for a moment, then nods, even though he's well aware she's not looking at him. Then he stands up. "Medbay is a tomb. There is no oxygen there, all the emergency oxygen supplies were used. Even the automeds have been stripped. All that you will find there is corpses." As he says that, his dewclaws flip out, involuntarily, just for a moment, as he forces down a quick, black flash of undirected anger.

Still, he moves to help the man with the cart.

 

[doghead]

... I need a sled for the other two. Were there any others?" she asks Saanath, less a question than a command.

~assuming that there were.~

Saanath nod and rises to his feet.

"Medbay is a tomb. There is no oxygen there, all the emergency oxygen supplies were used. Even the automeds have been stripped. All that you will find there is corpses."

"We don't need oxygen. We have that. But the equipment - had that been stripped out also?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

On the bridge, Quinn and Tomas take stock of the situation. Computer systems all seem up and running. Communications are functional, but the jamming is still in effect, as the sensors still show those two fighters sitting just off the Dvonn's ort and starboard. They don't seem to befiring on the ship, however. Astrogation and the jump drives are on line; there's just no fuel. Life support is out.

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Down in Engineering 2, Vyrkris climbs back up from the back side of the maneuver drives carrying a cloth/wrapped cpu. With a little soldering, it should do the trick in th power regulator, but it will still take a little time.

 

[Orvallon]

"We don't need oxygen. We have that. But the equipment - had that been stripped out also?"

Trel shakes his head. "I wasn't there long enough to check. I had other concerns. But you'll need to move corpses out before you can do much work there."

Moving away from the cart, and the hangar bay, he moves into the cargo bay in search of his storage container.

If he can find it, he'll input the combination and get out his own vaccsuit, and don it, then start gearing up to his usual field standard, as much out of habit as anything else.

(Autosnub loaded with AP rounds on right thigh, blade on left, cutlass clipped to right shoulder and LS pack, gauss rifle on left. Autopistol on chest, diverse ammo, and other gear in appropriate locations)

 

[Watus]

Quinn grunts in dissatisfaction, and turns back to check on the turret.

"Tomas: what can you tell me about those fighters?"

"Everyone else: I need a status report. When are we going to get power to the drives?"