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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 10, 2014 14:14:36 GMT -5
Beep beep beep beep! Cate blinked in surprise as the console started to flash, she quickly switched the radar onto the the main viewscreen. Not like the energy readings were doing anything yet. There it was, just coming in on the long-range scan, so much for an easy job.
"Captain!" She pressed on the intercom, "We got a space shower comin' in. Looks like forty-five minutes til we're bein' punched full o' holes by a buncha meteors! I don't know what you're all doin' down there, but I suggest we get it done fast an' get out of here. Won't be no Pythagoras left once that storm is done."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 10, 2014 14:25:41 GMT -5
As Dominica worked through the systems to try and recover the files, she'd run into a few kinks in her work. The more she worked, the less likely it seemed that there was anything left in the system. The data had been purged all the way back to liftoff when Captain Anders took the job and started transporting civilians and supplies from Mecca to the sixth system.
Augusta would find the same such luck as she went through the systems. Any valuable information that might have helped ease or support their suspicions was just gone, nothing being left to chance.
"Thought I heard something is all," she muttered, looking back down from the ceiling at Finn. Her wide grin came back immediately, and the lights of her helmet illuminated it, and the acid burns, quite nicely. "We ready to give this old girl some life?" she asked, handing the line over to Finn so he could connect them.
She blinked at Cate's voice, though. " . . . oh fuck me," she groaned. "Orders, Captain?"
Whether still having a mental breakdown at the worst possible time, or following orders and moving to the cargo hold, Keani could hear the faint scratching and skittering in the ceiling above her, which seemed to pass just as soon as she looked up to notice it.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 10, 2014 17:09:16 GMT -5
"C'mon, Eepee, get it together. Just... just bodies. You've seen bodies before." Slowly the counselor made her way off the floor, clutching onto the terminal as she avoided looking to the floating corpses. Visibly shaken, she sank against the terminal display, looking over its fractured screen. The comm burst from Augusta shook her senses, bringing her back into focus. "Cargo hold. Manifest. Right, boss. I'm..." She went silent as one of the bodies slammed against the bulkhead, giving off a low jarring sound. "...I'm on it. Heading down now."
Keani darted into the hallway, the clack-smack of the gravboots the only sounds echoing up and down the corridor as she made her way to the stairwell. She tramped down to the lower deck, hitting the cargo hold. "Let's see..." She pulled up one of the terminals, going over the inventory assortment item by item. With it being on the database, each of the cargo modules was counted in the program. Going by the sensor manifest, all the cargo was in place. "Umm, boss-lady? It's all here. There's..." Her head ducked as something made a skittering noise against the metal bulkheads, forcing herself to keep her calm. "...nothing's missing. Food, medicals, all the sundries... they're still here. No one's made a grab for it."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 10, 2014 20:08:17 GMT -5
Dom grumbled and jabbed at the controls some more before sliding them back into place. "This is gettin nowhere. Whoever erased that data did a damn good job." She turned in the cockpit seat when Cate's notice came over the comm and she checked the preflight list. "Finn? Think you can get this junker movin? I think I can fly her out of the way if you can. We can get some decent cash if we claim the whole ship as salvage."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 10, 2014 20:10:31 GMT -5
Augusta grits her teeth. It doesn't get more inconvenient than this.
"Glendan, Silas. If you can't get this boat moving in twenty minutes, we are salvaging supplies and evacuating. Keani, grab up the most value medical supplies and move them to the Paragon."
She turns to Dominica. "You go down and help Keani. I'll get the navigation started up if those two gear-heads get things running fast enough."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 10, 2014 20:23:51 GMT -5
"Captain with all due respect, we are not taking any energy from my baby to see if we can get that junker moving in time. I'd rather us be long gone by the time those rocks arrive. Ain't no reason to waste twenty minutes giving this thing our juice instead of getting our cargo an' getting our asses out of here." Cate's eyes never left the radar as she spoke, watching the blips moving steadily inbound.
"Forty five minutes for the storm to be here in full, but we may be seeing some drizzle before that. Just let me get our engines warmed up, and we can be out of here nice an' clean."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 10, 2014 20:40:37 GMT -5
Finn was in the process of connecting the two when Cate's voice came over the radio. He blinked, then cursed angrily, immediatly starting to undo his work as he radio'd in.
"Cate's righ'. It would take at least a hour to pump in enough juice t'jump start this thing. But there may be another way t'salvage this. Cate, send me the scan of the approachin' storm, an' help me calculate how far we'd have to move to get out of danger." he radio's, pushing off from the stair well to head back to Engineering. Even if the plan wouldnt work, he would have to get his equipment out of there.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 10, 2014 20:50:42 GMT -5
"You know, you folks call me all sorts of crazy, but if Finn's thinking what I think he's thinking? I hereby nominate him for most crazy," she grumbled, quickly following after the engineer. "If you want my advice, Captain? Grab the bodies and the cargo. The Paragon's a big girl, and she'll fit it all if we stack it nice and neat-like."
She passed Keani by patting her on the back. "Give me thirty minutes with their software. If I can't pull anything off their drives, we leave it. I'm as curious as you are as to what went down here, because this reeks worse than Finn's cooking." At Finn's side, she started helping him pack up his stuff.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 10, 2014 20:57:09 GMT -5
Cate sighed at Finn's request, tapping at the console to send the file straight to him. After a moment's thought, she forwards it to Finch as well. Her eyes drift up to her "co-pilot", "...What do you think Bo? I could get us through this storm if I had to, but no way that rustbucket's gonna survive."
She brings up the radar once again, trying to get a feel for the size of the incoming meteor shower and just how far they'd have to go before they were free. It takes her a moment to get an idea and double-check everything, but once she's sure she hits the comm. "Thirty-five minutes. That's how long we have before we need t' punch it out of here. That's enough time for us to get the cargo, bodies and get ourselves gone."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 10, 2014 21:33:11 GMT -5
Finn grabbed his datapad, reviewing the information. He began called up schematic's on the Pythagoras, comparing current power levels with what his plan would need. He quickly cursed and shook his head. "Alrigh'. I'm going to set th' manuverin' thrusters to fire after we disconnect, and set it to move with the meteors. Migh' minimalize the damage and get us a chance to return later on." he calls. With Silas' help, Dolly was packed up, and he detached the controller from his wrist, holding it out to Silas. "Y'start getting Dolly back. I'm gonna see what I can salvage from here as well."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 10, 2014 21:50:45 GMT -5
Rummaging through the upturned stacks in the cargo hold, Keani found a binder maglev, tossing the supply crates onto it as instructed. "We'll get a fair load out of this," she muttered, strapping the containers in before powering on the unit. She blinked as Silas passed, giving the woman a confused glance. "I ain't getting those bodies. Someone else can. Boss wanted me to get the cargo. Someone else is getting the bodies." She closed her eyes, leaning heavily against the maglev as she gunned it up. "...someone else will."
She steered the unit out the cargo hold, navigating it up the stairs and toward the airlock. "Another trip and that should be all the cargo, boss," she called out over the comm. "Then it's just the data and the bodies."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 10, 2014 22:40:29 GMT -5
Dom nodded and yanked herself up out of the seat. She grabs the figures stuck to the dash, trying to be inconspicuous about it. "Sure thing Cap." She glides down the hall, drifts down the stairs to the middle lever. She gives a little salute to Keani as she passes by with the maglev. "Hey Doc." She scoots by and grabs the first body and gives it a push toward the door. She keeps grabbing corpses as she sees them and shoving them through the zero-g to pile up at the entrance so she can pull them all aboard the ship at once.
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 10, 2014 23:00:17 GMT -5
Augusta grunts.
"Silas. Do your stuff. Glendan float the bodies down there up the stairwell. I'll handle the lounge. Keani, we brought bodybags for this. Grab enough to stuff the crew."
She heads back to the, lounge, gathering up the bodies and pushing them to where Dominica was stacking.
"We are abandoning ship once we have the data. No longer than 30 minutes."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 11, 2014 0:20:11 GMT -5
"I'm on it, boss!" cheered a gleeful Silas, glad to finally be doing something up her own alley. She took Dolly and started for the stairwell, depositing Finn's gear beside the airlock before going up the stairs and heading right for the cockpit.
The radar continued to blip, that ever impressive asteroid field getting closer and closer. Thirty minutes left before the Paragon and Pythagoras would be turned into swiss cheese.
Silas sat herself down in the captain's chair, swiveling around a bit before stopping herself and plugging a few wires into the main console from her datapad. "Like picking the dead flesh off and sewing it on a new body," she muttered, accidentally over the comm.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 11, 2014 0:27:54 GMT -5
Keani gave a strained nod to Dom as she guided the maglev through the joined airlocks and toward the Paragon's own cargo bay, taking the time to unload the materials onto the deck. "Bodybags?" she asked over the comm, trying to suppress a shudder. "On it, boss." She finished with the cargo, walking over to the bags kept in a corner of the cargo hold. She loaded them onto the maglev before pushing it back toward the airlock.
The counselor unloaded the bags onto the deck at the airlock as the bodies were being collected, taking the maglev back to the Pythagoras' stairwell and hold for the remaining cargo. "Just a bit more to finish up. I'll be done in a couple minutes."
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