T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Guest 11456]

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

Trelene feels the water she's floating in turn to ice, and she feels squeezed and pulled apart all at the same time.

Trelene, surprised by the sudden change of environment, is unsure what to do. Then she tries to fight whatever is attacking her.

 

[Tonguez]

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 port 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.

Tomas makes a report of his findings and then sets about trying to scan the two fighters looking for signs of either weapons being fired up on communications going on. He also checks for any information he might have on the type.

'A hull diagnostic might be a good idea too' he muses

 

[Maerdwyn]

The fighters are apparently not firing weapons at this point. They are stil hanging around, though, and still jamming communication - nothing seems to be getting through that.

The hull integrity check reveals some surprisingly good news - While isn't perfect, most of the abuse seems to have been from normal wear and tear. There are two main areas of damage on the ship's exterior are at the site of the missile strike on the hangar door, and a large circular dent in the armor on the dorsal surface, consistent with an asteroid collision. But overall, the Dvonn's hull is actually in relatively good shape, and against the missiles those fighters have been using, Dvonn should be able to hang in there for some time.

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: a little frazzled still, after the trip, but I'll post IC later on today. Thanks, guys,

 

[Maerdwyn]

As Ktarle and Saanath work to get Trelene onto the stretcher, the free flow of oxygen into the injured woman's lungs does its job. Her arms go suddenly rigid, then begin flailing about, along with her legs, and it take effort to hold her still. Then her eyes open, and, she seems to start trying to make sense of her situation. Nodding at Ktarle when it looks like Trelene is relaxing just a bit, Saanath goes and retrieves the other sled. When he returns, Trelene is crouching on the floor holding her hand on her head, but clearly conscious.

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Simultaneously, on the Bridge, Quinn gets a welcome call from Vyrkris. "The maneuver drives' power regulator is back online - one of Dvonn's engineers had been trying to fix it earlier, and he had the part with him. Looks like he died before he could get to it, though. Ruzz'koff just replaced it, and the drives are now powering up."

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In the hold, while breathing, Trel finds it quite a bit easier to think. He easily locates the passengers' cargo, and then his luggage, though it will take a bit of a climb to get to it without without a grav lift. It shouldn't be a problem, and in a few minutes, he should be safely into his vacc suit.

 

[doghead]

Saanath Merchant 6

Saanath gets to work on the other sled. He collects the bodies of Zead and the Captain (assuming that we are still doing so) and gets them prepared for transportation to the medbay. As he works, he finds his thoughts stubbornly determined to be elsewhere. Not surprising given that you are ... Saanath's mind baulks at actually cataloging the extent of distaster. Images of the praire flash to mind. The empty expanse of it. The massive arc of the sky. Whatever. He shakes them away.

He wonders if the Aslan has found his gear. He wonders what the hell the Aslan is doing here in the first place. The Aslan's appearence was so bizarre as to be surrreal. Saanath suspects that that goes some way to explaining his rather serene acceptance of events. That, and the pistol I suppose. Saanath doubts that the Aslan will find his gear. It would all be packed up in crates for passage. Unless he plans to pull apart all the crates.. Images of the Aslan tearing into great silver foil boxes spring to mind - a maelstrom of silver streamers filling the air. Still, if he does ... Saanath decides that he would be more than happy to trade in the 'raygungizmo' for his old 10mm. Or better still, the 10 gauge. Bang! Bang! Your dead. Fifty bullets in your head! "Get it together Saanath," he hisses savagely under his breath.

Saanath realise that he has finished. Zead and Julia are ready. Julia. That was her name. He realises that he had forgotten it. He tries to recall hat had he called her before. Oh thats right, the Captain. His stomach turns. They are dead. The crack of gunshots echos around the praire in his head. White clouds boil across the arc of the sky. A maelstom of silver angels bearing shotguns and autopistols. Saanath fumbles with his helmat fastenings. They release and he jerks the helmate off and proceeds to throw up whatever was left in his stomach. Throw up and gasp for breath. The angels caress his forehead with their cold damp hands.

 

[Watus]

Simultaneously, on the Bridge, Quinn gets a welcome call from Vyrkris. "The maneuver drives' power regulator is back online - one of Dvonn's engineers had been trying to fix it earlier, and he had the part with him. Looks like he died before he could get to it, though. Ruzz'koff just replaced it, and the drives are now powering up."

Quinn claps his hands together loudly at the good news. The sound is strangely muffled in the low-pressure atmosphere. "Excellent. Good work. Don't engage the drives just yet, though. They're still out there, and the less they know about our capabilities the better off we'll be.

"Now. What's the status of the weapons systems?"

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye Os Tehlayew Olui, Female Aslan Medic (Academic 5 / Traveller 2)

Ktarle hovers over Trelene. "How do you feel?"
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She looks over at Saanath's handiwork and nods once. "Let's get moving," she says, then stops whatever she was going to add when Saanath throws up on the deck. "Sh*t!" she says, borrowing a word she'd learned from some of the human spacers she'd encountered from her days with her wild cousin. She turns from Saanath to the bodies, panic almost overwhelming her. Her thoughts race, fragmented like her composure. I can't do this. They're dead. We're all dead! I can't save anyone, much less myself. Where did Tretheasofkhou go? What are we doing here? Her eyes narrow in thought. Precious seconds are spent sorting out her situation. After a moment, she shakes herself and lets out a sound almost like a roar the humans' lions would make. And with that, her triage disconnectedness returns and she looks in her pack for something to stabilize Saanath's shocked system. As she looks, she glances over at him whenever she can. "Sit please. You'll feel better sitting. When was the last time you drank anything? Ate?"

 

[doghead]

Saanath Merchant6

Saanath flashes Ktarle a weak smile and thumbs up before pulling his helmate back into place a clicking home the locks. "I'm OK," he pants into the helmate mic. "Just give me a moment to get my breath back."

So he sits, for a moment, eyes closed and breathing deeply. He still feels cold and clammy, but roaring sound in his ears is receeding and he can no longer see angels.

Slowly he clambers to his feet. He feels weak and limp, but does his best to hide it from Ktarle. "Sorry about that. What do you want me to do now?"

 

[Seonaid]

She glares at him. "I want you to get something decent to eat and drink, but I want that for all of us, and it seems we have more pressing issues."