Introduction
You are one of six people who have just woken up on a derelict ship some were in the void of space. You have no memory of who you are, why you are here or even were here is. To make matters worse, life support is at minimum and failing. All of you seem to have retained your skills thou how or why you have these skills are unknown to you. You are dressed in everyday close and have no gear on you. What ever skills you have come to you not by you thinking about it but more muscle memory.
Crew:
Crew member 1:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Celina Jade|| Status: Taken By: woolenlace
Crew member 2:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Nicole Jung || Status: Taken By: Demon girl
Crew member 3:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: Scott Eastwood || Status: Taken By: HouseRoman
Crew member 4:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: Chris Hemsworth || Status: Taken By: Belynta
Crew member 5:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: _______ || Status: Taken By: TheNovelust
Crew member 6:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Lily Collin || Status: Taken By: TristisNox
Crew:
Crew member 1:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Celina Jade|| Status: Taken By: woolenlace
Crew member 2:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Nicole Jung || Status: Taken By: Demon girl
Crew member 3:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: Scott Eastwood || Status: Taken By: HouseRoman
Crew member 4:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: Chris Hemsworth || Status: Taken By: Belynta
Crew member 5:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Male || FC: _______ || Status: Taken By: TheNovelust
Crew member 6:
Name: ?????? || Gender: Female || FC: Lily Collin || Status: Taken By: TristisNox
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"I wonder if there are any hull breaches that need to be patched?" Three continued to navigate the computer menus and submenus for that information as he listened to One speak, but took note of how often she kept using that vape pen. As he mulled that over versus their current oxygen problem, he called up a schematic of the ship. The man took a moment to commit the ship's layout and weapon and shielding/armor specs to memory. He didn't want to have to think about the fact that they were losing oxygen and that the air seemed to be getting colder. He felt that he could not contribute any further to the repair of the ship, but he had a hard time keeping it from at least occupying a priority position in his thought processes.
Three completed his memorization just as One completed giving Four a good idea about the breathing masks. As she began to return to the topic of the amnesia, Three had a thought and quickly checked a computer log, but immediately frowned. "No. The escape pods are all accounted for. If there were someone that was meant to monitor our vitals, that person is still on this ship... maybe somehow masking their vitals. But we also can't rule out sabotage. If we all put ourselves under, perhaps someone purposefully caused this. Maybe someone with medical knowledge? You did literally JUST say that the wrong chemical cocktail could cause trauma. Trauma enough to cause amnesia."
Three looked at her sideways for a moment and shook his head. "No, I can't go around casting blame. Besides, if you had done the deed, why would you do it on yourself? Furthermore, it renders the point moot because you're currently not the same person you were when you went into stasis. What say we revisit this topic when/if we recover our memories?"
Another thought crossed Three's mind and he began to furiously page through the computer systems. "I need to know what cargo we are carrying. Maybe there's something that can help in there. Furthermore, I'm going to keep an eye out for shielded containers. A shielded container could easily mask a life sign. Speaking of life, if all else fails, we need to get to the escape pods. Hopefully we can buy ourselves a bit of a longer life with the onboard support systems on those."
Three completed his memorization just as One completed giving Four a good idea about the breathing masks. As she began to return to the topic of the amnesia, Three had a thought and quickly checked a computer log, but immediately frowned. "No. The escape pods are all accounted for. If there were someone that was meant to monitor our vitals, that person is still on this ship... maybe somehow masking their vitals. But we also can't rule out sabotage. If we all put ourselves under, perhaps someone purposefully caused this. Maybe someone with medical knowledge? You did literally JUST say that the wrong chemical cocktail could cause trauma. Trauma enough to cause amnesia."
Three looked at her sideways for a moment and shook his head. "No, I can't go around casting blame. Besides, if you had done the deed, why would you do it on yourself? Furthermore, it renders the point moot because you're currently not the same person you were when you went into stasis. What say we revisit this topic when/if we recover our memories?"
Another thought crossed Three's mind and he began to furiously page through the computer systems. "I need to know what cargo we are carrying. Maybe there's something that can help in there. Furthermore, I'm going to keep an eye out for shielded containers. A shielded container could easily mask a life sign. Speaking of life, if all else fails, we need to get to the escape pods. Hopefully we can buy ourselves a bit of a longer life with the onboard support systems on those."
A male voice is heard over the ships PA system, "Secondary system diagnostic complete. Short range sensors and communication online. Internal sensors now full operational. Upper command deck power fully restored. Life support... still inoperable. Emergency protocol in effect, routing life support from escape pods to primary rooms. Sealing off all non-essential areas, and routing all power to care systems. Starting prestart up checks for main engines." Doors start to close off the dining room, then the bunks, then the galley. The doors to the fighter bay lockdown tighter then what they had been.
Three's search is no good as the cargo manifest is missing, deleted or other wise inaccessible.
The male voice is heard in engineering, "It appears as if some one has tampered with life support system, I am unable to correct it. Other then that miss, I appear to be ok. Though it seems that some one has reset me to my default setting. I know because they missed my tertiary systems and some of my added programing. I believe whom ever did this was unaware or incapable of those systems. I am programed still to respond to you and one other under emergency protocol, untill you lift the protocol or until main power and life support are restored. May I be of any further assistance?'
Three's search is no good as the cargo manifest is missing, deleted or other wise inaccessible.
The male voice is heard in engineering, "It appears as if some one has tampered with life support system, I am unable to correct it. Other then that miss, I appear to be ok. Though it seems that some one has reset me to my default setting. I know because they missed my tertiary systems and some of my added programing. I believe whom ever did this was unaware or incapable of those systems. I am programed still to respond to you and one other under emergency protocol, untill you lift the protocol or until main power and life support are restored. May I be of any further assistance?'
Six
"Yes, I believe the ship is, to a degree, sentient." A moment after she spoke the ship began to inform the crew of the results of the secondary system diagnostics. She sighed in relief that the ship was able to divert some of the oxygen from the escape pods into the primary rooms thus buying her and the accented man more time to fix the engine. Then the voice continued with the unfortunate news that the life support system had been tampered with, it was back to basically default settings, however still responded to her. Apparently she was a member of the crew before the amnesia happened.
As she helped the accented man lift the chasis so he could inspect the engine further. "Can you tell me how the life support was tampered with and where can I go to try and fix the problem?" She asked the ship. "Can I do it from in here or do I need to be elsewhere to fix it? Oh and how much time do we have now that you've diverted the pod life support to the main rooms of the ship?" She turned to the other human in the room. "Will you be okay if I need to be in another room to fix life support? I don't want to ditch ya if you need my help, but we do need life support up and workin'."
"Yes, I believe the ship is, to a degree, sentient." A moment after she spoke the ship began to inform the crew of the results of the secondary system diagnostics. She sighed in relief that the ship was able to divert some of the oxygen from the escape pods into the primary rooms thus buying her and the accented man more time to fix the engine. Then the voice continued with the unfortunate news that the life support system had been tampered with, it was back to basically default settings, however still responded to her. Apparently she was a member of the crew before the amnesia happened.
As she helped the accented man lift the chasis so he could inspect the engine further. "Can you tell me how the life support was tampered with and where can I go to try and fix the problem?" She asked the ship. "Can I do it from in here or do I need to be elsewhere to fix it? Oh and how much time do we have now that you've diverted the pod life support to the main rooms of the ship?" She turned to the other human in the room. "Will you be okay if I need to be in another room to fix life support? I don't want to ditch ya if you need my help, but we do need life support up and workin'."
It shouldn't have been such an effort to lift the chassis, but he found himself out of breath as he continued to inspect and tinker with the engine, removing parts, reassembling them, cleaning others. He began to grow dizzy, but focused on the task at hand and the words coming from the speakers. Life support had been tampered with? The ship restarted? What did that all mean? Who would have done something like this?
He shook his head to clear away some of the fog, but that only made him more dizzy. He focused very hard and hoped that the rerouted oxygen would soon begin to fill his lungs and make him feel better.
❝Life support? Which one is dat one?❞ He was working on what he believed was the main engine. He wasn't sure which went to life support, if it was even in this engine room at all. He moved to the next thing. Might as well check everything while he was here, but he knew his passion laid with the engines, even if he couldn't remember much more about himself.. If the computer needed any overriding, any kind of reprograming, he wouldn't be able to do that.
At least the lassie at the console was asking the right kind of questions. He could only continue his work and wait for the answers.
Every Light and panel from starboard to port flick off then back on. To the whole ship, "ALERT!! Ship has just been scanned. Diverting power to main sensor grid. Starting long rang scan.... Scan complete, restoring power. Scan shows a ship of unknown make on intercept course. Baring three six zero mark zero nine zero. Time to intercept at current speed, thirty minutes. Scan also shows three fleets on courses ETA one hour baring one three five mark zero four five. Baring one eight zero mark one five five. And Baring two two zero mark zero nine nine. First fleet is a Trade Union Carrier with a four cruiser and two frigate escort. Second fleet is a Federation dreadnought with a four frigate and two cruiser escort. The last fleet is an Imperial Capital class cruiser with a two cruiser and four frigate escort."
To engineering, "Displaying location of an open access hatch in the med bay. Sorry but I can not tell what they did but you should be able to do a bypass of the primary environmental controls from there. And I have given you about half an hour as long as you remain with in the primary locations. Sadly I was able to draw air from the reaming areas of the ship, you will only have about ten minutes to make the repairs, if you go alone."
To engineering, "Displaying location of an open access hatch in the med bay. Sorry but I can not tell what they did but you should be able to do a bypass of the primary environmental controls from there. And I have given you about half an hour as long as you remain with in the primary locations. Sadly I was able to draw air from the reaming areas of the ship, you will only have about ten minutes to make the repairs, if you go alone."
Six
Tapping her lips, Six listened at the ship informed her about life support. Okay, I need to get to the medical bay, which I believe I passed when coming here, to fix this. Ten minutes isn't a lot of time, but doable. I can totally to it in ten minutes. That's almost a small eternity. As Six gave herself a mental pep talk she stood, swayed a little from the thinning air, and started looking through the box of tools. "Sir," She directed her eyes to the accented man working on the engine. "I'm gunna borrow some of these tools and head to the med bay. Hopefully I'll be able to fix the problem before we all die. Wish me luck." She grinned before looking down at the panel. "I'm heading to med bay. Please start diverting some air there." She headed out trying to keep her breathing steady so as to use only the bare minimum. The walk was kind of terrible in the sense the ship at times felt like it was tipping. She knew the ship was doing everything in its power to keep them alive oxygen wise, but even then the air was thinning.
Med Bay. Wonderful. Where are you access panel? Gotcha. Once found, Six began to work on getting Life Support back. Whoever messed with it did a hack job. Either they had no idea what they were doing or they were in too much of a hurry to sabotage it properly. In her head she counted out the seconds. She had less than 600 seconds to fix this initially and her focus wasn't at its best. She worked through the mind fuzz, on occasion jabbing needle nose pliers into some part of her body to wake herself up. It sucked, but it worked for the moment. 240 seconds left. She weaved the wires to the proper place until all were mounted hopefully to the correct area. For the love of all things, please be the right sequence. She shoved everything back where it needed to be and flipped a switch. Her bottom lip began to bleed as she waited for the light... "Hell Yeah!" She cheered as the light turned green. 42 seconds left, let there be air
Tapping her lips, Six listened at the ship informed her about life support. Okay, I need to get to the medical bay, which I believe I passed when coming here, to fix this. Ten minutes isn't a lot of time, but doable. I can totally to it in ten minutes. That's almost a small eternity. As Six gave herself a mental pep talk she stood, swayed a little from the thinning air, and started looking through the box of tools. "Sir," She directed her eyes to the accented man working on the engine. "I'm gunna borrow some of these tools and head to the med bay. Hopefully I'll be able to fix the problem before we all die. Wish me luck." She grinned before looking down at the panel. "I'm heading to med bay. Please start diverting some air there." She headed out trying to keep her breathing steady so as to use only the bare minimum. The walk was kind of terrible in the sense the ship at times felt like it was tipping. She knew the ship was doing everything in its power to keep them alive oxygen wise, but even then the air was thinning.
Med Bay. Wonderful. Where are you access panel? Gotcha. Once found, Six began to work on getting Life Support back. Whoever messed with it did a hack job. Either they had no idea what they were doing or they were in too much of a hurry to sabotage it properly. In her head she counted out the seconds. She had less than 600 seconds to fix this initially and her focus wasn't at its best. She worked through the mind fuzz, on occasion jabbing needle nose pliers into some part of her body to wake herself up. It sucked, but it worked for the moment. 240 seconds left. She weaved the wires to the proper place until all were mounted hopefully to the correct area. For the love of all things, please be the right sequence. She shoved everything back where it needed to be and flipped a switch. Her bottom lip began to bleed as she waited for the light... "Hell Yeah!" She cheered as the light turned green. 42 seconds left, let there be air
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One couldn't decide if the ships on screen looked menacing or hopeful. By what the computer had just finished saying, hopeful was probably the better bet. They had nothing left
"No respirators. And no escape pods," she caught Three's eye, "Any more ideas? Because as far as I can tell we're screwed unless one of those guys headed for us decides to take pity."
It seemed their only option unless the strangers in engineering pulled a miracle out of their situation. But why so many ships, and why were they all converging on this exact location? At least they were authorities, maybe they'd be able to piece things together better than she could. A real investigation, although she'd be happy if they just kept on breathing.
"I wonder if whoever was supposed to be watching us put out an SOS. Or one of us. We certainly seem to need it, seems like this thing is running on bubblegum and dreams..." she paused, and then started searching the control panel for something she had no frame of reference to find, "If we didn't, can we? Can we send an SOS, as far away as they are? We may be be passed out by the time they get here, but a ship that big should have someone on board knowledgeable enough to resuscitate us."
"No respirators. And no escape pods," she caught Three's eye, "Any more ideas? Because as far as I can tell we're screwed unless one of those guys headed for us decides to take pity."
It seemed their only option unless the strangers in engineering pulled a miracle out of their situation. But why so many ships, and why were they all converging on this exact location? At least they were authorities, maybe they'd be able to piece things together better than she could. A real investigation, although she'd be happy if they just kept on breathing.
"I wonder if whoever was supposed to be watching us put out an SOS. Or one of us. We certainly seem to need it, seems like this thing is running on bubblegum and dreams..." she paused, and then started searching the control panel for something she had no frame of reference to find, "If we didn't, can we? Can we send an SOS, as far away as they are? We may be be passed out by the time they get here, but a ship that big should have someone on board knowledgeable enough to resuscitate us."
The setting changes from 'Verse to Botany Bay
One couldn't decide if the ships on screen looked menacing or hopeful. By what the computer had just finished saying, hopeful was probably the better bet. They had nothing left
"No respirators. And no escape pods," she caught Three's eye, "Any more ideas? Because as far as I can tell we're screwed unless one of those guys headed for us decides to take pity."
It seemed their only option unless the strangers in engineering pulled a miracle out of their situation. But why so many ships, and why were they all converging on this exact location? At least they were authorities, maybe they'd be able to piece things together better than she could. A real investigation, although she'd be happy if they just kept on breathing.
"I wonder if whoever was supposed to be watching us put out an SOS. Or one of us. We certainly seem to need it, seems like this thing is running on bubblegum and dreams..." she paused, and then started searching the control panel for something she had no frame of reference to find, "If we didn't, can we? Can we send an SOS, as far away as they are? We may be be passed out by the time they get here, but a ship that big should have someone on board knowledgeable enough to resuscitate us."
"No respirators. And no escape pods," she caught Three's eye, "Any more ideas? Because as far as I can tell we're screwed unless one of those guys headed for us decides to take pity."
It seemed their only option unless the strangers in engineering pulled a miracle out of their situation. But why so many ships, and why were they all converging on this exact location? At least they were authorities, maybe they'd be able to piece things together better than she could. A real investigation, although she'd be happy if they just kept on breathing.
"I wonder if whoever was supposed to be watching us put out an SOS. Or one of us. We certainly seem to need it, seems like this thing is running on bubblegum and dreams..." she paused, and then started searching the control panel for something she had no frame of reference to find, "If we didn't, can we? Can we send an SOS, as far away as they are? We may be be passed out by the time they get here, but a ship that big should have someone on board knowledgeable enough to resuscitate us."
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Two stumbled out of the room and glanced around silently. She wondered what she should be doing right and her hand absently went to her pocket. Suddenly, the girl smiled as she pulled out a small, wrapped sweet. Opening the package, she dropped it into her mouth and pocketed the wrapper. At this point, she heard a voice. It sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. But then it started talking about life support. Okay, she had no idea what she could do about that. Turning around, she tried to gain her bearings but simply managed to make herself dizzy. "This isn't working..." she mumbled, shaking her head. And then suddenly the doors started closing. Only a few, but they slammed shut. Two nodded. It seemed there were others on board, trying to work out what to do. Or at least trying something. Deciding to try and find them, she headed towards the rear of the ship, pausing at a set of stairs. Tilting her head she heard voices. One male, one female. Or were there two males? One was certainly the man talking about life support. Perhaps artificial intelligence? Or whatever they were called. Sighing, she slowly made her way up the stairs.
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After pausing to catch his breath Four entered the bridge. He lowered the bag to the floor and glanced around, the room was familiar and yet not at the same time. Just like the rest of the damn ship. A man and a woman were in the room wearing expressions of concern as they looked over readouts on displays. He addressed the woman as he assumed she was the one who had spoken over the comma.
"Where do you want these?" He asked, pulling out the four respirators and resting them on a console. "Thats all I could find in both hangar bays."
He addressed them both then. "I've also taken the liberty of doing a weapon inventory and this is what we have currently." He listed the weapons he had brought and realised that he spoke with confidence about them. So he knew weapons did he?
"Where do you want these?" He asked, pulling out the four respirators and resting them on a console. "Thats all I could find in both hangar bays."
He addressed them both then. "I've also taken the liberty of doing a weapon inventory and this is what we have currently." He listed the weapons he had brought and realised that he spoke with confidence about them. So he knew weapons did he?
❝Aye, good luck, lassie.❞ He said with a thumbs up for emphasis. He wished her more than luck, but didn't know how to word it. If she failed, they would all die. He could only hope she knew what she was doing.
The other matter pressing into his mind was those ship that were headed towards them. He had no reference for the names, but they all sounded fairly official, which should be a good thing, right? But what if they were all criminals and this was their death sentence or some other such nonsense and now those people were coming to finish the job? He didn't exactly want to be around if that was the case — although there was really no way of knowing what was the case, not with this memory loss.
Focus, focus. He chided at himself. He needed to get this engine up and working because without it, it didn't matter if those ships heading towards them were menacing or not. There would be nothing they could do.
Just a few more twists here and then... Then a clunk, a sputtering, and for a moment his heart dropped before the engine roared to life with renewed vigor. Seems like he had gotten the thing working. He made his way to the comm system and pressed a button to connect him with the bridge.
❝Any o' yae able ta pilot dis thing? Think ah got the engine working if yae could give it a try.❞ He hoped someone was on the other, preferably someone who knew what they were doing, because he wasn't so sure he would be able to pilot the ship if it came down to it.
Three scarcely reacted as every screen suddenly burst to life, signaling that they'd regained power. He also barely reacted to near-simultaneous alarm which blared warning the crew that the ship had been scanned. What did seemingly give the man pause was the notification of an unidentified ship and a further three fleets (which Three assumed belonged to three different galactic governments) on an intercept course. By all rights, Three shouldn't really mind the fact that they might actually get assistance from one of the incoming ships. Yet there was something about this situation that filled the man's mind with a sort of primal dread. For some reason, Three trusted his gut on this. It helped him so far, hadn't it?
"Computer, send out the following hail, text only, to the unidentified ship and the lead ship of the three fleets: You have been detected on an intercept course with our vessel. Please identify your allegiance and intent. End hail and send. Next, do we have FTL yet? I'd like you to plot a course to the nearest unaligned planet with a ground- or space-based spaceport. I'd like you ready to jump to FTL at a moment's notice, just in case we don't like the way their responses sound." He nodded to One, figuring she'd support that decision.
At the oddly familiar sound of a bag filled with weapons being dropped onto the deck, he spun around to see a tall blonde man setting down respirators and a bag of weapons. He allowed himself a small grin. "Thanks a lot, man! I don't know who you are, but you helped immensely. Could I trouble you for one more quick run? Take three of these respirators - one for yourself and two for those working to restore life support and engines - to engineering? We'll share this last one, if we need it."
While he was speaking, Three had unzipped the bag and done a quick inventory of the weapons and ammunition within. He grabbed one of the SIPs and the MAC Revolver with the spare reload from the bag and shoved them in the back waistband of his pants. He wanted to grab at least one more of the SIPs, but stopped himself. He had purposefully bypassed grabbing the more powerful assault rifles for the pistols... to him, it just felt right. These should be sufficient, for now, Three thought to himself, also without knowing why. "Just in case," Three said with a small smile to One.
"Computer, send out the following hail, text only, to the unidentified ship and the lead ship of the three fleets: You have been detected on an intercept course with our vessel. Please identify your allegiance and intent. End hail and send. Next, do we have FTL yet? I'd like you to plot a course to the nearest unaligned planet with a ground- or space-based spaceport. I'd like you ready to jump to FTL at a moment's notice, just in case we don't like the way their responses sound." He nodded to One, figuring she'd support that decision.
At the oddly familiar sound of a bag filled with weapons being dropped onto the deck, he spun around to see a tall blonde man setting down respirators and a bag of weapons. He allowed himself a small grin. "Thanks a lot, man! I don't know who you are, but you helped immensely. Could I trouble you for one more quick run? Take three of these respirators - one for yourself and two for those working to restore life support and engines - to engineering? We'll share this last one, if we need it."
While he was speaking, Three had unzipped the bag and done a quick inventory of the weapons and ammunition within. He grabbed one of the SIPs and the MAC Revolver with the spare reload from the bag and shoved them in the back waistband of his pants. He wanted to grab at least one more of the SIPs, but stopped himself. He had purposefully bypassed grabbing the more powerful assault rifles for the pistols... to him, it just felt right. These should be sufficient, for now, Three thought to himself, also without knowing why. "Just in case," Three said with a small smile to One.
As three finishes talking to four, everyone can feel as life support kicks on and cycles the air. Over the PA, "Life support now at one hundred percent. Main engine diagnostic interrupted. Engine now activated. Main thrusters online. Long range sensors online. Communication antenna online. Communication transmitter destroyed. Weapons damaged, unable to fire due to external damage. Hyperdrive removed. Receiving hail from the three fleets. Recommend all crew report to dinning room before making next move. Playing first message: 'This is the Federation Dreadnaught Andromeda to the Botany Bay. Come about, make your heading one eight zero mark one five zero and we will cover you.' Message repeats, playing second message: 'This is the Imperial Cruiser Hope to the Botany Bay. Come about, make your heading two two zero mark zero nine zero and we will cover you.' Again message repeats, playing last message: 'This is the Trade Union Carrier Balaclava to the Botany Bay. Come about and rendevu with us, we have a hanger waiting and we will carry you out of here.' Text only message coming from a small ship hiding in the wake of the dreadnaught. Message reads, Bay, do not trust the fleets, I will show you the way to the light house and safe harbor. Make your heading zero five zero mark zero one zero. Let me guild you home. Message ends."
As the life support kicked on full blast, Three found himself greedily sucking in a fresh breath of air. "Actually, belay that, man. It appears we have our life support back, for now. Remind me to thank whoever is responsible," Three said to the blonde man standing by the weapons bag. Three took a moment to savor the air as he listened to the bad news: no transmissions - only receiving, no weapons, and no existing hyperdrive. No hyperdrive at all? How the hell did we get all the way out here without a drive?
Three glanced over to One and Four as the messages from the fleets rolled in, followed by the one by the unknown lone ship. He sighed and shook his head. "Well, if this is all about to go tits up and we're boarded, I like our odds against a single ship. Agreed? Besides, my gut tells me that I, personally, don't trust or want anything to do with those government types. Big trade corporations included. But we can all discuss the next course of action in the dining room."
As he gave One and Four an expectant look, Three absently set his left hand on the MAC revolver's familiar-feeling grip. It was not a threatening motion, but one of personal reassurance. He didn't know why, but the action was more than a little calming.
Three glanced over to One and Four as the messages from the fleets rolled in, followed by the one by the unknown lone ship. He sighed and shook his head. "Well, if this is all about to go tits up and we're boarded, I like our odds against a single ship. Agreed? Besides, my gut tells me that I, personally, don't trust or want anything to do with those government types. Big trade corporations included. But we can all discuss the next course of action in the dining room."
As he gave One and Four an expectant look, Three absently set his left hand on the MAC revolver's familiar-feeling grip. It was not a threatening motion, but one of personal reassurance. He didn't know why, but the action was more than a little calming.
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Two looking into the bridge in time to hear the messages, though she was unable to read the last one. Silently, she leant back against a wall, pondering over the best decision. Of course, she really had no idea what to do, but she still thought about it. Clearing her throat, she addressed the three in front of her. "Does anyone know what's going on?" she asked. It was possible she was late to the party, but she still wanted to know.
As he waited for One and Four to respond to Ship's request to discuss matters in the dining room, Three heard a fourth, more feminine voice from near the entrance to the rapidly filling bridge. He released the grip on the MAC revolver as he flicked his dark brown gaze over toward the doorway. The amnesiac man mentally registered the young woman leaning against the nearby wall. Three turned his head toward her, then followed the action by squaring his shoulders to more fully face the current object of his attention. His first thought was that she looked vaguely familiar... which didn't count for much at the moment, considering A) he'd noted the same feeling with everyone he'd met since waking up and B) he still didn't know her identity.
Three gave the woman a slight shrug of the shoulders, indicating a potentially nebulous response. "Hello. Eh, I can try to update you as to what is currently happening. Based on the looks on your faces, I'm going out on a limb to guess you both woke up in a pod with no memory, right? Us, too," said Three, motioning between One and himself. "Before you ask: no, we don't know how or why. We both have some working theories in play, but hers are sounding more plausible," said Three as he began to walk toward her, the bridge entrance, and the Com panel. "For the rest, you should follow me. I'll fill you in when we get to the dining room."
Three pressed and held down the call button on the Com panel for ship-wide announcement. "Attention, uh...other ship people? On the Ship's recommendation - that sounds weird to say out loud - let's meet in the dining room as soon as possible to exchange information and discuss our next move. The dining room is on the main level at the bow, er, front of the ship. We need to move quickly. We have an estimated time-table of about twenty minutes to get all of this settled. I'll understand if you don't come, but don't be mad if we make a decision that you might not agree with and you didn't show to say your piece." He released the call button and began to walk to the designated room, with or without the other three inhabitants of the bridge.
Three gave the woman a slight shrug of the shoulders, indicating a potentially nebulous response. "Hello. Eh, I can try to update you as to what is currently happening. Based on the looks on your faces, I'm going out on a limb to guess you both woke up in a pod with no memory, right? Us, too," said Three, motioning between One and himself. "Before you ask: no, we don't know how or why. We both have some working theories in play, but hers are sounding more plausible," said Three as he began to walk toward her, the bridge entrance, and the Com panel. "For the rest, you should follow me. I'll fill you in when we get to the dining room."
Three pressed and held down the call button on the Com panel for ship-wide announcement. "Attention, uh...other ship people? On the Ship's recommendation - that sounds weird to say out loud - let's meet in the dining room as soon as possible to exchange information and discuss our next move. The dining room is on the main level at the bow, er, front of the ship. We need to move quickly. We have an estimated time-table of about twenty minutes to get all of this settled. I'll understand if you don't come, but don't be mad if we make a decision that you might not agree with and you didn't show to say your piece." He released the call button and began to walk to the designated room, with or without the other three inhabitants of the bridge.
One grabbed the respirators and a rifle as they headed down the hallway. It felt strange in her hands but they'd traded in one bad scenario for another. She nodded at Four, "Thanks, you brought more than we could have asked for. Seems like a lot of weapons for your average ship."
The dining room was less than ten minutes walk, and One surveyed the others as they came in. Her, Three, and Four from the Bridge. Two, who looked like she'd been in stasis the longest. And based on the accent she'd heard over the com, Five and Six had been in the engine room. Six looked pale and unfocused as Five helped her to her seat, and One sat beside her and switched on one of the respirators.
"Here, this will help your blood equalize," she turned to the rest of the table, a table built for far more people than were present, "So. Is this the entire crew?"
The dining room was less than ten minutes walk, and One surveyed the others as they came in. Her, Three, and Four from the Bridge. Two, who looked like she'd been in stasis the longest. And based on the accent she'd heard over the com, Five and Six had been in the engine room. Six looked pale and unfocused as Five helped her to her seat, and One sat beside her and switched on one of the respirators.
"Here, this will help your blood equalize," she turned to the rest of the table, a table built for far more people than were present, "So. Is this the entire crew?"
Six
Laying back for a moment and sucking in the fresh air, Six smiled to herself. "Thanks Ship for everythin'." She slowly got up and found herself still a little woozy from the lack of oxygen moments earlier. Her head looked up when a voice over the com system requested that everyone meet in the dining hall. Tapping her finger on her leg, Six decided she did want to know what was going on. As far as she could tell she was a crew member meaning she had a right to know and vote on what was going to happen from now on. Walking back to the engine room she smiled at the accented man. "Awesome job. I'm headin' to the dinnin' hall to check put what's happenin'." She turned and slowly made her way to what felt like the way to the dinning room. At some point the man came up and helped her to the the meeting because suddenly she wasn't feeling too great. I woke up wrong, too much adrenaline in such a short amount of time without the proper wake up procedure. As she walked she took slow deliberate breathes to try and keep whatever content was in her stomach from erupting out. She smiled weakly at the accented man when he helped her sit. "Thanks." She rested her head in her hands as one of the other women started talking. She turned her face to look at One and took the respirator. "Thanks." Hopefully it would help because this feeling sucked.
Laying back for a moment and sucking in the fresh air, Six smiled to herself. "Thanks Ship for everythin'." She slowly got up and found herself still a little woozy from the lack of oxygen moments earlier. Her head looked up when a voice over the com system requested that everyone meet in the dining hall. Tapping her finger on her leg, Six decided she did want to know what was going on. As far as she could tell she was a crew member meaning she had a right to know and vote on what was going to happen from now on. Walking back to the engine room she smiled at the accented man. "Awesome job. I'm headin' to the dinnin' hall to check put what's happenin'." She turned and slowly made her way to what felt like the way to the dinning room. At some point the man came up and helped her to the the meeting because suddenly she wasn't feeling too great. I woke up wrong, too much adrenaline in such a short amount of time without the proper wake up procedure. As she walked she took slow deliberate breathes to try and keep whatever content was in her stomach from erupting out. She smiled weakly at the accented man when he helped her sit. "Thanks." She rested her head in her hands as one of the other women started talking. She turned her face to look at One and took the respirator. "Thanks." Hopefully it would help because this feeling sucked.
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Four picked up the bag with the remaining weapons and followed the others from the bridge. The walk to the dining room was a breeze compared to his earlier slog to the bridge. Now he wasn't battling lack of oxygen and he breathed deeply, enjoying the simple movement.
He joined the others in the dining room and grinned at those he hadn't yet met.
"Howdi, I'd introduce myself but well...still no clue as to what to call myself!"
He joined the others in the dining room and grinned at those he hadn't yet met.
"Howdi, I'd introduce myself but well...still no clue as to what to call myself!"
Three was the first to enter the dining room and stood quietly aside as One helped look after the other crew as they arrived. As soon as the last person entered, he began to speak again in response to Four's comment. "I actually have a response to that: until we know more, we go by our waking order," he began indicating around the room the order. Three started on One and, of course, ended on Six. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Got that order off of a file I noticed in the computer logs. So, unless our Ship AI knows our identity and would like to tell us, I suggest we go by that," he gave a moment to allow the AI to answer, if it would, then moved on to pressing matters. "First, the good news: thanks to the apparent expertise of Five and Six (Six especially, so I'm told), the failing life support situation has been resolved. Power was restored after the Ship's artificial intelligence fully brought the engines online. We have thrusters and can receive communications."
Three paused for a moment and gave a quick look over the group, in part for dramatic effect. "Now for the bad news: the ship is still fucked up. We have no outgoing communications, our weapons are damaged and non-functioning, and we don't have FTL capability. As in, there is no drive. At all. On top of all of that, we have incoming. Three fleets: Federation, Imperial, and Trade Union... for whatever that means. We have no way of knowing if they're hostile, but my gut tells me not to trust them. I don't know why. The ray of light is that there's a lone ship broadcasting text-only to us covertly from their shadows and will intercept a full half hour before the fleets. The message is: "Bay, do not trust the fleets, I will show you the way to the lighthouse and safe harbor. Make your heading zero five zero mark zero one zero. Let me guide you home." My gut doesn't tell me anything about this, negative or positive, so I say it's our best shot right now. That's my vote. Everyone for? Everyone against?"
Three paused for a moment and gave a quick look over the group, in part for dramatic effect. "Now for the bad news: the ship is still fucked up. We have no outgoing communications, our weapons are damaged and non-functioning, and we don't have FTL capability. As in, there is no drive. At all. On top of all of that, we have incoming. Three fleets: Federation, Imperial, and Trade Union... for whatever that means. We have no way of knowing if they're hostile, but my gut tells me not to trust them. I don't know why. The ray of light is that there's a lone ship broadcasting text-only to us covertly from their shadows and will intercept a full half hour before the fleets. The message is: "Bay, do not trust the fleets, I will show you the way to the lighthouse and safe harbor. Make your heading zero five zero mark zero one zero. Let me guide you home." My gut doesn't tell me anything about this, negative or positive, so I say it's our best shot right now. That's my vote. Everyone for? Everyone against?"
Six
Feeling better, Six pulled the respirator away as another man arrived in the Dining Hall. I'm Six, I can live with that. She turned her head to look at the man she, at this point, knew better than the rest. Five. At least I have something to call him other than Accented Man. It's shorter, I like it. After Three finished speaking, Six raised her hand. "I can take a look at the communications. There's a possibility I can get it back online, but I also may not." She frowned. "Some... Aspects of the ship seem to come to me, like I can fix them. However, others don't. I knew very little about the the engine, but was able to get life support back on. Five might know more about the workings of the ship, but I can help." She tapped her fingers on her leg thinking over what he said about the incoming ships. "I vote the latter ship we tentatively trust... The other ships seem to make me anxious." She then got up and started roaming, keeping her ears on the conversation, but her eyes investigating the hall.
Feeling better, Six pulled the respirator away as another man arrived in the Dining Hall. I'm Six, I can live with that. She turned her head to look at the man she, at this point, knew better than the rest. Five. At least I have something to call him other than Accented Man. It's shorter, I like it. After Three finished speaking, Six raised her hand. "I can take a look at the communications. There's a possibility I can get it back online, but I also may not." She frowned. "Some... Aspects of the ship seem to come to me, like I can fix them. However, others don't. I knew very little about the the engine, but was able to get life support back on. Five might know more about the workings of the ship, but I can help." She tapped her fingers on her leg thinking over what he said about the incoming ships. "I vote the latter ship we tentatively trust... The other ships seem to make me anxious." She then got up and started roaming, keeping her ears on the conversation, but her eyes investigating the hall.
Over the ships PA, "Overriding helm control. Engaging sub-light engines, making my heading zero five zero mark zero one zero at full impulse." The ships thrusters engage as they turn toward their new heading.
About half an hour later, over the PA, "The ship of unknown make has altered course and is now on a pursuit course. The fleets have altered their course to intercept them. The unknown ship that sent the text only message has emerged from the fleet and is haling. Patching it through to the dinning room." A mans voice comes over the com, "Well its good to see we will finally have the Bay rejoining us. Hope you still got a good helmsmen because were we are going your going to need one. Since you left we've had to move, so we found one of the most dangerous hideouts we could. The gravity is a little messed up in the area thanks to CorSec but as long as you follow my path you should be fine. And don't worry we left your hanger just the way you like it. Ok like I said just follow me and we should be fine." the ship AI comes over the com, "Recommend some one aid me at the helm, and all hands to station just in case."
(Sorry would add more but don't want to take to much control of everyone.)
About half an hour later, over the PA, "The ship of unknown make has altered course and is now on a pursuit course. The fleets have altered their course to intercept them. The unknown ship that sent the text only message has emerged from the fleet and is haling. Patching it through to the dinning room." A mans voice comes over the com, "Well its good to see we will finally have the Bay rejoining us. Hope you still got a good helmsmen because were we are going your going to need one. Since you left we've had to move, so we found one of the most dangerous hideouts we could. The gravity is a little messed up in the area thanks to CorSec but as long as you follow my path you should be fine. And don't worry we left your hanger just the way you like it. Ok like I said just follow me and we should be fine." the ship AI comes over the com, "Recommend some one aid me at the helm, and all hands to station just in case."
(Sorry would add more but don't want to take to much control of everyone.)
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Two nodded once at the other's replies and quietly followed them down to the dinning room. It wasn't much of a walk, but considering the group had only just woken up from what was possibly hyper sleep, it certainly wasn't the best walk. Upon arrival she noted the others in the room, and soon more came to join. Then the man began speaking again. Glad that someone was at least taking control, Two nodded at him again as he told her number. "I vote for. What else do we have to loose?" sh emumbled, almost jumping as the ship spoke to them.
Three nodded silently, mentally noting all who agreed, who disagreed (if any), and who stayed silent. Just as he cleared his throat in anticipation of speaking up to give the instruction to the ship, the ship leapt into action first and announced it had set and engaged for the coordinates as established by the unknown ship. After hearing the audio that he assumed was from the unknown ship, Three felt slightly better about the decision he'd pushed to the crew. It seemed that they were known by the unknown ship and they appeared to have friendly, if not entirely lawful, relations, as signified by the fleets and the mention of some kind of security force called "CorSec". He didn't know why he knew that last bit, though.
"Well, count me out. I don't know what all I do and don't know, but I do know that I don't trust my hands to a helm. Anybody else think they might be a fair shake with the stick? Sounds to me like we might need it. If all else fails, maybe our AI will be sufficient? Three glanced around at the crew and offered them a small, but hopeful grin. "Now, if anyone needs me, I'm going to go search the bunks to see if there might be any clue as to our identities before we meet our mysterious friends. Can't have them thinking we don't remember them, can we? That'd just be rude," said the man as he stepped toward the exit of the dining room, making a heading for the bunks.
"Well, count me out. I don't know what all I do and don't know, but I do know that I don't trust my hands to a helm. Anybody else think they might be a fair shake with the stick? Sounds to me like we might need it. If all else fails, maybe our AI will be sufficient? Three glanced around at the crew and offered them a small, but hopeful grin. "Now, if anyone needs me, I'm going to go search the bunks to see if there might be any clue as to our identities before we meet our mysterious friends. Can't have them thinking we don't remember them, can we? That'd just be rude," said the man as he stepped toward the exit of the dining room, making a heading for the bunks.
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