First Reply Friends In the Dark

[Amos Bel]

Dead Space - The Uyerra

This wasn't his ship.

Thank fuck for that, this thing was about as shit as they could come. An old hauler, something from off world one of those fancy New-Corps made. Amos was thankful he hadn't paid for it, what with the giant hole now settled into it's belly. No one would be fixing that. Least not without a drydock and a whole lot of engine grease. Nice bit of salvage though, for anyone honestly enterprising or not.

Which was sort of the point. That along with what was sitting in the cargo bay.

"She's bright as twin suns settin' over old Tatooine sand,
And when she smiles, even stars quit their shine on command."

Amos sang to himself as he floated through the cockpit, his eyes flickering to the sensors every now and again as he let out a yawn. Fingers drawing over his hair as he made himself a bit more presentable to whomever had decided to show up. Fingers drawing over the back of his seat as he pulled himself towards the console, flickering off the emergency signal so that no one else would show up.

"She moves like a starship driftin' soft through the night,
With a heart that could tame any ol' fool in sight."

As his voice drifted, he flicked another switch, this one for the comms-relay. "'Morning folks, Mighty thankful you decided to stop on by. Mind if I catch your names?"

The man asked casually, leaning back as he took the headset with him.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto's reply hit the open channel a moment after Amos finished speaking, the returning voice a low, steady rumble threaded with the faint distortion of a warship's communications suite coming online. It was the kind of voice that carried weight even through static calm, measured, and unmistakably accustomed to command. "High Commander Laphisto of the Lilaste Order, aboard the Tracyn," he said, projecting with crisp clarity that filled the cockpit of the gutted hauler. "Your distress beacon cut through our patrol grid. Looks like you've gotten yourself into quite a situation out here."

The pause that followed wasn't hostile, just analytical someone reviewing sensor feeds as he spoke, taking stock piece by piece. "Your hull's sheared open at midships, stabilizers are nonfunctional, and your reactor's hanging on by a thread. Frankly, captain, I'm surprised you're still breathing in that tub. Consider yourself fortunate we were close enough to respond."Another low hum the kind a battleship makes when its tractor arrays begin to spool up.

"We're locking onto you now. The moment your vessel stabilizes against our grav-wells, you'll have a liaison team waiting for you in the hangar. They're already prepping medics incase you or your crew in need of medical attention."The hum deepened into a controlled vibration Amos could almost feel through the deck plating.,"Sit tight and keep your systems idle. We'll haul you in clean. Try not to jostle anything that's liable to explode on the way in."

Amos Bel

 

[Amos Bel]

Huh. Looked like there were friendly people left in the galaxy. Amos sort of felt bad, but then again it wasn't like he had a choice in all of this either. Everyone had to make their way in the galaxy, and surviving wasn't always easy. Not when you had little choice and a knife being held at your back. Proverbially speaking anyway.

"Well ain't that mighty fine of ya'." Amos said with a wide smile into the comms-aray, leaning back and wondering if he'd had good luck or bad.

This situation was going to get complicated pretty quickly, but that didn't mean it had to get bad for him. Wasn't that what was important? He was only looking out for himself after all. "I don't have many systems to idle, Hoss."

Amos answered.

"Not sure anyone else aboard is left alive, but I don't need no medic." He told the man, not wanting him to waste the resources. One of those small kindnesses he was capable of. "I'm waitin patient."

He was sure that the rest of the ship was depressurized, but as soon as he could, Amos would make his way towards whatever entrance these new fellas would greet him at.