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Stars & Salvage PBF - IC Thread
Gargulec:
Elizbateh smiled and nodded, leaving the bridge.
She made her into her cabins, and there, opened the lockbox. Inside, she stored her combat armor, biggest memento and biggest asset she got. It was damaged and subsequently repaired over a course of a few dozens engagements, and served her faithfully from the year she was introduced into ODT. It was once painted in standard camouflage patterns, but when she- along with it- got demobilized, she ordered it to be recoloured stark white, and all the unit insignia removed. With a short sigh, she donned it, double checking all the joints before actually starting computer weave inside. Soon, the HUD displayed on the faceplate glared to live, giving her all kind of interesting readings on the suit integrity and such.
Taking off the helmet, she grabbed the bandoleer with ammo and strapped it to the armour. Finally, she reached for her rifle, trusted gauss carbine, reliable and powerful.
None of these items brought fond memories. She sighed, and returned to the bridge.
'Reporting for duty. Should the duke also don his suit? I would like to have someone behind me.'
Malek Deneith:
- "You're the resident infantry specialist. If you say you want backup, then you get backup. Which means you're going in too Yurij" - Doran turned back to Carrion - "Make it a single-burst, live feed might be hard to acquire here."
Silhar:
"??, ? ?????.", answered the Russian shortly, bouncing off the wall, strapping on his helmet and reloading a combat rifle. The clip answered with a loud click, as Morgov's hand pushed it into the slot.
Appears that he was standing there idle like that all the time, dipped into his thoughts, wandering distantly. Who knows, what occupied his mind at a time? Perhaps not the battlefield you are on, not the matter of ships lost and found. He seems strangely neutral on what you got to discover a while ago.
"Already locked and loaded, zir. Let'z kick zome zeriouz butt."
Keeping things short and simple. Matvieyevich at whole.
S.K. Ren:
"Give me a few minutes to prep 'Charon'." Evedro yelled to the crew, his scrawny figure already running back to the cargo hold. Being the only ship's boat on board, he knew he would have to give up his living quarters but didn't expect it to be so soon. Packing his cot and belongings in a small lock box, the interior seemed to quadruple in size.
"Hey! Everything is all set to go so come on down when you're ready to leave." Evedro's voice crackled in over the comm lines. His communications set was a little out of date but at least it worked. Returning it to the ship's locker, he removed several harnesses. A bit old fashioned but the got the job done.
Xander Morhaime:
"Confirmation: Salvage claim and notice of ship location sent," Carrion said in its usual emotionless tone as the Blue Crow glided slowly past the derelict's side, scanners sweeping the surface for possible convenient points of entry. "Statement: Automated reply from Parthia station received, confirming arrival of data packet at their end," Carrion added after some minutes of silence.
The Blue Crow wandered along the hull of the derelict for about half an hour before finding something promising, in the form of a small docking port that had apparently been shot open. Plenty of room for a ship's boat to enter, though parking a destroyer in it would be difficult... and the bay's ability to hold air was definitely in question due to the lack of doors.
"Statement: Salvage claim beacon has been deployed. Access point located, awaiting confirmation from hangar," Carrion announced. By now the Blue Crow was close enough to the derelict that it nearly took up half of the bridge's "window" screens... the forward-facing half, to be more precise.
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