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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1765957" data-attributes="member: 515">Ian steps forward into the Oser and towards the vacc–suited man in his 30s who is gesturing them forward. He observes the man and notes that he seems more wary and anxious than relieved to see him (though Ian feels that he is acting relieved). The few remaining hairs on the back of Ian’s neck also get raised because he feels that the odor of burnt organics and plastics is rather fainter than there should be with an explosion. Swann steps in behind Ian with the snub pistol drawn and hidden as much as possible. Swann feels that the man looks pretty relieved, but he also feels that there should be a heavier scent of burnt materials if there was an explosion and fire in the cargo hold. After all, the air scrubbers on the Hullens aren’t that good. As Ian and Swann close on the vacc–suited man, he backs up a little towards the corridor as he says, "Thank the Merciful Lord! Please see to Mark and Koolishu! They’re in the lounge." he gestures to his left down the hall. "I’ve got to get back to the bridge to reply to another hail." With that, he turns and goes to the bridge. Through the open bridge iris valve, Ian and Swann see him go to the pilot’s station, press a button, and speak urgently about still needing assistance. Looking to their right, Ian and Swann see to figures underneath silvered blankets, but can not see their faces. Both seem to be moaning. A hard–looking man in his late 20s sits in the lounge booth, clutching his arm under a blanket. His face grimaces in pain. The man in his 20s replies to Saro in pain and distress, "I think they’re slipping. They seem to be less responsive than before, but I’m no medic. Please help them!" Swann keys his comm unit and says very softly, "This smells like a trap. Be ready for anything." He turns to Vasilii and says quietly, "Why don’t you stay near the air lock. Don’t let anyone on board the Bray Keaven unless we bring them aboard. And keep an eye on the one up on the bridge. Be ready to shoot him if things go bad." Vasilii stations himself just inside the scout at the airlock, trying to maintain eyesight on the person on the bridge. He jokes nervously, "Oh, I’m ready to shoot everything." Swann turns to Dr. Saro and says, "I guess you should have a look at your patients, Doctor." Swann then turn to Ian and says, "Help the Doc with the two under the blankets. I’ll check on the guy in the booth." -----Saro has a funny feeling in his gut; it could be the current situation, nerves from the past few days, or just plain bad diet and lack of sleep. In any case, his first duty is to tend the sick, even in the face of adversity. Pushing his unease aside he steps over toward the figures under the blankets. As he kneels down, he gets a hypo ready in order to sedate the two, so that they can be moved and/or tended to without causing undue distress. With his free hand, he reaches over to pull aside one of the blankets. "Let’s see what we have here," he murmurs, half to himself. -----Ian walks with Doc to the two men lying on the floor, not liking one bit that their backs are to the man on the bridge. He keeps glancing back and forth between the two on the floor and the man seated in the booth, looking for any sign of trouble. He also tries to note which doors are open and which are closed as they enter the area. His hand does not stray far from his holstered pistol while approaching the men. When they reach the two on the floor, Ian stands on the port side of the lounge, opposite of the booth, with his back to the wall so he can monitor the situation. He glances back up toward the bridge to see what is happening up there. -----On board the Bray Keaven, Vasilii, Martha, Vargas, Kevon, and Aidan monitor over open comms. -----Martha continues to watch and listen. "Come on, guys, give us some feedback. What’s going on?" she mutters. -----Vargas and Kevon are also keeping an eye out for any other ships or anything odd. Vargas doesn’t spot anything unusual. Kevon continues scanning the Oser, and he thinks that he briefly catches a faint echo of something, possibly debris, moving slightly away from the rear of the Oser for a moment. Looking at the area a little closer, he doesn’t see the echo again, so he isn’t sure what he saw, if anything. "Did you see that?" Kevon asks Vargas as he refocuses his scans to find the ghost image. "Something seemed to move out the back of the Oser, but I can’t find it." "Where?," asks Vargas as he strains to look. -----Aidan frets impatiently while listening to the open comm. He looks at the lift controls and figures that he could make a go at defeating the security mechanism if he wanted to do so. "Shouldn’t be too hard nor take too long since it’s a standard setup," he thinks.</blockquote>

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