T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Maerdwyn]

[ooc: For humans, uncomfortably cool/cold, depending on the area of the ship. The temperature is lower than what the Keruuchan found five hours ago via long range scanner. This is consistent with a life support malfunction, but not necessarily a catestrophic one.]

 

[Tonguez]

"Nothing to indicate its a decoy" Tomas summizes as much to ease his mind as anything else "its gonna be cold but the Vac-suits should help, I'm ready to go as soon as you are" he indicates...

 

[doghead]

Saanath is not an engineer. But surely if the Dvonn is losing life support it should be venting something he feels. But still, there are others who are engineers here and if they seem unconcerned about it ...

"Ready."

 

[Wilphe]

"Okay, let's dock and prepare to transfer. Hold still, I promise I'll be gentle," Ruzz'koff eases the shuttle round in order to mate with alpha.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Ruzz'koff guides Beta in alongside Alpha expertly, and the magnetic clamps bring the two hatches together with a satisfying clang that echoes through both boats. When the seals are in place the hatches open, allowing a series of brief greetings before the transfer takes place. Everyone moves over into Alpha except Zaedhrarrg (who quickly takes the pilot's chair with a toothy grin after Ruzz'koff departs), Trelene, and Captain Darius. Just that quickly, the hatches shut and the boats disengage.

Julia's voice somes over the comm. "Good Luck, Alpha. Entry team try to stay in datalink contact with us at all times - Dvonn's comm system will need to amp the signals for you, but your 'links should self-configure to Dvonn as soon as you board, assuming the comm system is working as well as it was a few hours ago. You get in over your head, make for the nearest exit, and one of us will pick you up."

The space around the boats is silent and dead. Dvonn looms beofre them hagning eerily showing no external signs of damage, but no signs of activity. The ship might as well be parked in a hangar.

The crew of Alpha begins final preprations for boarding, and the pilot gets ready to make his final approach on main airlock.

 

[Seonaid]

[I'm confused as to where I am and what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm going to assume I'm *waiting* on Alpha.] Ktarle settles back uncomfortably and resists the urge to twitch her tail. Her hands clench and unclench sporadically as she awaits further orders.

 

[Maerdwyn]

[ooc: You got it right, Seonaid. I wasn't sure who was piloting at the moment, but as soon as whoever it is take s the boat in, someone with T/Mechanics or T/Electronics can try to get the airlock open.]

 

[Watus]

Quinn attached the laser pistol's power pack to the belt on his vacc suit.

He shrugs. "You know. Just in case."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Alpha moves silently into position at Dvonn's airlock, and the boat docks without difficulty. Dvonn's seals seem to be working properly, and they extend automatically to meet the approaching boat. When the clamps and seals are inplace, and the boat has securely docked, everyone looks to Quinn for orders, tensing slightly in anticipation of the boarding.

Vyrkris, who has now moved nervously to the co-pilot's seat next to Ruzz'koff, says "Do you want me to open the hatch now, Sir?"

 

[Guest 11456]

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

On Beta:

Trelene continues to scan the immediate area for anomalies.