The Road Less Travelled -- Journey to the Centre of the Galaxy

[Kirie]

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[SIZE=11pt]DEEP CORE[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Uncharted Regions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2103 hours.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Their journey had begun. Their ship had departed Centares 5 days ago, despite a few delays and mishaps they’d managed to leave roughly on schedule, with minimal drama. The ship was a Mara-Perlemian Trade Council Gozanti Freighter, modified to suit their needs. The cruiser’s 75 tons of cargo space had been reduced in favour of a wider floor plan, and more room for consumables. The ship’s durasteel bulkheads had been reinforced and expanded on, giving the transport the strength needed to brave the conditions close to the Galactic Centre. Further additions included advanced targeting systems, shielding, and specialised radio and navigation equipment. Finally, the ship had been fitted with a homely and personalised interior, more suited to long trips than the bare metal and raw functionality of the original design. It was more than she ever could have asked for, and in the first days of her journey, she often found herself running her hands wonderingly across the exposed struts and bracings of the mighty vessel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was called the TCV Adiona, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and she would serve them well over the coming journey. For however long this mission would take, this was her home, and it filled her with happiness that the MPTC had gone above and beyond the call-of-duty in providing a suitable ship. One that would provide shelter from the elements, attack, and gravitational stresses they would inevitably experience. The trip so far had gone off without a hitch, but they were in uncharted territory now, they would have to be careful from here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Kit had been the first to wake up from stasis, the timer waking her up one day after their departure from their last resupply stop on Coruscant. Soon, the other crew members would rise from their own stasis pods, and take their positions manning the various positions of the ship. Now that they were no longer on a major hyperlane, and navigate unmapped territories, they couldn’t rely on calculated routes and autopilot. Dedicated crew and pilots would be needed for the rest of the mission. Rubbing her eyes, and massaging the cold from her muscles, she dressed herself hurriedly, before padding over to the percolator and brewing a cup for herself, leaving the pot full for her other crew members. Blowing gently on the hot mug of brew, she took her place at the controls. She’d direct the ship until a pilot woke up to relieve her. She was a capable pilot, but not at the level really needed for this kind of mission. Besides, she needed to manage the crew without worrying about whether or not she was going to hit an asteroid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The lights were off, apart from the soft yellow glare of a single globe in the cockpit, that cast long shadows into the depths of the ship. The only sounds were her own breathing and the quiet hum of the stasis pods, each one bathing the area around it in an eerie blue glow. It was a kind of comforting loneliness, an isolation that could only be found amongst the stars. It was a feeling with which she was intimately familiar, and one that kept drawing her back to the dark expanse. A hiss broke her from her reverie. She turned her head to see a cloud of mist rolling out of one of the stasis pods. Someone was waking up.[/SIZE]

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Crew Manifest​

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[member="Zai Avery"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Kit Caraway"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Noah Corek"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Arutha"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Ay Ge"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Itash Mecetti"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Ronin Naara"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Zaimur Saxon"] -- Stasis​

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[member="FN-2826"], "Tempest" -- Stasis​

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[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] -- Stasis​

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[member="D'vok Windroamer"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Kerx Zyron"] -- Stasis​

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OOC Note: Welcome to chapter 2 of our grand adventure to the Galactic Centre. This thread takes place in the unmapped regions of the Deep Core, 5 days after part 1. Have fun, and remember there is no enforced posting order, so if things slow down write to your heart's content

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

Aes’ona stretched out, as much as she could, in her stasis tube, to try and coax blood flow back to all of her limbs. There was no rush in getting up either. Stasis did not make her sick, but getting up too fast and experiencing postural hypotension--layman’s terms, light-headedness--did.

Finally, she got up to pick up and don the folded clothes set near her pod. She started with a black tee, her dark pants, and matching combat boots. She walked over to the full percolator, and poured herself some caf in the mug she had packed. As she waited for it to cool, she covered up a yawn with the back of her hand.

“Good to be up, Captain,” she called into the cockpit to [member="Kit Caraway"]. “Imma go find sickbay if you need me.”

The doctor waited a few moments for a reply and, responding back as appropriate if one came, wandered off the find her new station. But she didn’t leave before slinging her dufflebag over her shoulder and picking up her mug. She would need both contents to set up.

One there, Aes’ona set her bag down on one of the medical beds. She had brought her tote along, packed with goodies she had had Launderslaug send her from the hospital. And she had picked up a dozen doses of anti-stasis sickness medication on Muracie, just in case someone had forgotten or not gotten enough. The ship had been well-stocked from their last resupply stop, but it never hurt to be extra prepared. After all, now they were who knew where, on their own with what supplies they had.

 

[The Count]

Zaimur Saxon was the second to wake up, unsurprisingly; Much like how [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] might've known the complete anatomy of hundreds of species, or how [member="Kit Caraway"] knew every way to get hostile adversaries to work together, Zaimur knew the ins-and-outs of every computer terminal on the modified Gozanti-class cruiser before he had even seen them. Even before the expedition had kicked-off, he had created a program that would enhance and tune the scientific instruments aboard to assist in their endeavour.

The dark-skinned man's muscles were extremely stiff, after five days of standing still in a somewhat cramped stasis pod, he'd need to sort that out before he could get to work. He had not dreamt of beautiful women or credits while in the induced coma, something he thought a certain few of his compatriots experienced, rather ever-expanding lines of code that seemed to have left a film of some sorts over his eyes, disappearing steadily every time he blinked. Slowly but surely he came back to his senses, deciding it was probably time to get out of the damned pod; He lifted his leg and prepared to step out.

Except, the universe seemed to have it out for him today of all days.

His socked foot made contact with the durasteel floor and he proceeded to roll his ankle upon attempting to put weight on it. Instead of gracefully exiting the pod like every person should aspire to do, he tumbled out and face-planted in a comical sort of way. Accepting his fate, he turned on his side and clutched his now-sprained ankle in defeat. Pain and drowsiness didn't really make for a nice combination, now did it?

"Sithspit!" Could be heard all across the ship.

 

[Huxy]

Immediate Allies: [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Nearest Crewmembers: [member="Zaimur Saxon"], [member="Kit Caraway"]
Equipment:
"Deep Fryer" Rifle
P-23 Pistol
Ballistic Knife

The whole 'stasis-cycle' had been a blur for the most part for Tempest. He couldn't remember most of what he had dreamed of and most of what he had thought. And, he didn't really care. All Temp cared about was getting out of this accursed stasis mode, it was too compact and claustrophobic for Tempest to even think properly or do anything at all, it made him feel like he was a prisoner. Which was why Tempest was happy to be free of the stasis pod after what felt like an eternity inside of the pod. Cool white mist poured out of the pod as Tempest took hesitant steps out of the pod at first before he was finally able to get his bearings. His muscles felt stiff and sore from being confined and without movement for so long. It felt like a breath of fresh air to finally begin moving once more again. Though as he stepped out, Tempest narrowly avoided tripping over the sprawled form of the dark-skinned man, Zaimur.That was...strange. Why was he on the ground of all places? It didn't take long for Tempest to find out as his eyes scanned over the pained form of the man. He had twisted his ankle. Well...that was just great, now wasn't it? In response to the situation at hand, Tempest knelt down close to the man, offering him a hand to help him get up. "Need a hand...Zaimur, right? I'll escort you to the medbay if you so desire, well I mean you probably need that to get checked out anyway." The voice of Tempest came out smoothly yet slightly dry due to the lack of moisture in his lungs from being confined within the stasis pod.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok tilted his neck until it cracked with a resounding POP! Before stretching his arms outward, hitting the glass window of the tube softly. He was awake. And probably late. He threw his hand in the direction of the release button, missing it several times before finally managing to open it, and leaned forward, expecting to step out of the pod normally. Unfortunately his foot was asleep, and hitting the floor from the half foot drop caused him to yelp in pain.
"KARK!"
He rubbed his eyes, looking around. He noticed his usual outfit neatly folded with the boots on top, and quickly equipped it. He figured he'd be needed in the cockpit. As he walked through the corridors, he noticed [member="FN-2826"] and [member="Zaimur Saxon"] conversing. D'vok gave a quiet grunt and waved to them as he passed. He didn't know the layout of this ship. He entered a door to the left, and saw what looked like a medbay. He glanced at [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]. She was supposed to be the doctor? D'vok wondered if the trip would really be dangerous enough to warrant a doctor.
"Sorry. Wrong room."
He quickly left and continued down the maze of corridors, eventually finding his way to the cockpit, where he saw [member="Kit Caraway"], flying the ship.
"Hiya."
He gave a small wave despite the fact that he was at her back.
"You want me to relive you? Figure I must've been out for a few days anyways, I gotta get my hours in."
He cracked a grin, trying to lighten the mood, before retrieving a small flask of corellian whiskey and sipping it.
"Oh, where are my manners."
He offered her the flask, sinking into the co-pilot's chair.

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah groaned and rubbed his neck as the mist began to clear from his pod. In his twenty-one years in the Republic, Protectorate and Alliance Noah had been put into to stasis at least a dozen times but each time he hated it. The feeling of being in a small enclosed space, not unlike an air bubble was a thought that nagged in the back of his mind. So to say that Noah was relieved when that mist began to clear from his pod was an understatement. When the door of the pod finally slid open Noah stepped out of it and began to stretch, besides hating the psychological effect of the pod Noah hated the physiological effect it had as well.

The stiff muscles nearly all over his body, the throbbing feeling in his temples and that itching feeling on the back of his neck, all the after effects he usually received after an extended stay in stasis. Stepping out of the pod Noah walked over to the locker that had been put directly in front of his pod and opened it. While in stasis it was advised to wear minimal so Noah had stripped down to his undies. In his locker was of course his standard tactical shirt and pants combo, his drop leg holster, his shoulder holster and both of his sidearms. Slipping a magazine into both of his sidearms, racking their slides and making sure they were on safe Noah slipped them and two extra magazines each into both of his holsters, doing the math he came up to about one hundred and twenty rounds of 10x25mm auto ammunition, enough to take care of any security threat.

After his usual gearing up ritual Noah's attention were drawn to the already open pods. [member="Kit Caraway"]'s pod was open, of course this didn't surprise him and he deduced that she was one the bridge. Next was [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]'s pod, again not surprising figuring she was probably brought out second to deal with any problems that might have resulted from the people who were in stasis. Speaking of problems his eyes drifted this time towards the two figures on the floor, [member="Zaimur Saxon"] and [member="FN-2826"], or Tempest as he learned he like to be called. Chuckling he walked over and took a knee on the other side of Zaimur. "Some took a good little fall." Looking down towards the man ankle Noah whistled at the odd angle of his ankle. "Yeah, definetely looks like you rolled your ankle at the least, sprained it at the most. Well lets get you to the Doc she'll probably have you patched up real quick." Noah began to reach down to grab under the mans arm and help him up and towards the sickbay, motioning Tempest to do the same, if he allowed of course.

 

[Ay Ge]

Stasis pods, nothing new to Ay, time and time again she had been subjected to the freezing like chambers to keep her body young and in prime condition between training, mission and experimental surgery. As the stasis pod dis-renegaded from it timed operation the young woman simply stayed there, lying against the cold surface of the chamber. Was it just protocol taking over for a short time, awaiting until the monotone voice of a computer informed her to exit the chamber, probably, but it was not like anyone really cared.

Soon though she had to leave, if not to get started on her daily duties to let everyone know she was not dead, the young looking girl, in her usual robotic fashion sitting up, turning around and hopping out of the chamber."Running status diagnostic, cybernetics, operational, system function 100%, organic function 100%, beginning new day", looking around she found the container holding her personal equipment and belongings, her Vibro sword, other clothing energy bow and just general bit and pieces of undisclosed use to the girl.

Looking around it seemed that [member="Kit Caraway"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] along with [member="FN-2826"] who was helping [member="Zaimur Saxon"] as well as @D'vok Windroamer and [member="Noah Corek"], had also awaken, though Ay paying them no mind, simply standing up, equipping her sword and bow before walking to the nearest wall, prospering herself up against it and awaiting the others to wake up.

 

[Arutha]

When stasis had been brought up Arutha had not been incredibly excited, in fact he was abhorred by the idea. He hadn't slept well in the past two months, visited by constant nightmares that toyed with his mind and heart. To be trapped in a dreamlike state for several days where his mind could run rampant? No thanks. Fortunately, when his eyes fluttered open, he remembered little if any at all. Shadows of what may have happened in his dreams, but nothing more. His mind was a fog and it took him a second to readjust. The room was busy with bodies milling about, most of them armed beyond reason. It was already making him anxious. Don't trust a stranger with a blaster.

Arutha patted his pockets and felt the knuckle-grooves of an object sitting safely there. Good enough. He didn't say a word to the others but took a step from the stasis pod and moved for his locker. Head down, keep to yourself. This crowd is enough trouble as it is, he had learnt from that dinner. As he took his datapad and equipment from his locker he saw the galactic timer in the upper left of the screen. Damnit. He was supposed to be one of the first to wake so that he could immediately begin charting their course so that getting home was easier. Unfortunately, he was among the couple last to awake.

He hauled the equipment onto his shoulder and balanced a rickety set of wires and consoles on his head as he walked. He had learnt the trick from Keshiri farmers, the men and women would travel many dozens of miles with heavy supplies balanced on their head. It was surprisingly effective, albeit it looked ridiculous. Arutha ungracefully tilted his neck and dropped, then caught as they fell, the equipment that had been on his head and set them down, he gripped his datapad and swung into his chair nearby Kit. "Send me through your current trajectory, and last known hyperlane," Arutha asked nicely, but without manners. He was stressed, he needed to catch up.

 

[Luther Lewis]

The blaring alarms didn't wake Zai, nor did the sudden rush of depressurization in the tube. He slept as the door popped open and even let out a particularly loud snore as his body hit the floor with a loud *thump*. It was only the glorious smell of Caf that woke the boy from his slumber. He let out a loud groan and tried to pull a phantom blanket over himself. Realizing he wasn't in a bed, he popped one eye open. He immediately spotted [member="Zaimur Saxon"] lying a few pods over.

"Zaimur, so good of you to stoop to my level" he said with a wide yawn. "Is this where we are having a meeting?" Evidently not, [member="Noah Corek"] and [member="FN-2826"] were already helping Zaimur up, and everyone else was standing. He winced, taking stock of his injuries. "Just like last time I was in stasis" he muttered. Fortunately he hadn't hit his head too badly and the ache in his back would fade. He crawled towards the Caf pot, stopping only to say a quick hello to [member="Ay Ge"], who was gearing up.

After nursing his cup o' joe and downing half the drink, he finally found the strength to stand. He changed out of the one-piece he'd slept in, into loose fitting cargo pants and a plain shirt. He laced up his boots and stomped out the door. He made his way to the cockpit and, in a sleepy tone, addressed [member="Kit Caraway"]. "Kit, I'm gonna run a quick diagnostic on the engines. Expect a electronic report in about 30 minutes or so." Not entirely lucid, he stumbled around the cockpit, putting a hand on [member="@D'vok Windroamer"]'s shoulder to steady himself. The liquid in his cup sloshed around and he almost spilled it on @Arutha. "I uhhh...better leave..." he muttered, walking more carefully now.

He walked past the medbay, waving to [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"], before finally arriving at the engine bay. He slumped down in one of the chairs and started the automatic check, still yawning.

 

[Hyben Trasse]

Ronin's stasis pod opened with a hiss. Ronin lay in it for another minute or so, before deciding to open his eyes. He looked around. He hadn't heard many voices, so he figured most people must be in stasis. He got out of his pod, around three minutes after [member="Zai Avery"] , although Ronin obviously did not know this. He hated stasis. The entire thing was clearly the result of someone saying: "Hey, sleep is nice, right? How can we get people to hate it. He still felt a bit groggy, but he was growing more awake by the second.

Ronin got out of his pod and spent a few seconds stretching. His body had been still for four ish days, and it felt like it. Finally fully awake, he looked around, and noticed two things. First, [member="Ay Ge"] was standing against one of the walls, and second, only Itash had yet to wake up from stasis. "Good morning Ay! Everyone already up and working?" Of course it wasn't actually morning, but what the heck else would you call it.

Ronin walked over to his weapons locker and opened it. He was greeted by his SSR and blaster rifle, and some extra ammunition. "Forgot I lost my blaster. Oh well." Ronin walked over to Itash's pod and asked Ay Ge, "Should we wake him up?" If D'vok Windroamer was awake, he and Kit were probably piloting the ship. Ronin was planning on heading there to offer help first, and then checking the ship's weapons. If they ever needed them, he would probably be the first one selected.

 

[Kirie]

Kit nodded briskly when [member="Arutha"] took his place behind her, unceremoniously setting down his equipment and telling her her to send through the ship's current heading. It wasn't impolite per se, but not exactly normal etiquette either. She didn't mind so much. This kind of work tended to attract strange types. Some odd behaviours or mannerisms were to be expected. "Trajectory and position sent." She replied. "You need anything else?" Waiting for Arutha's reply, she swiveled in her chair, turning to face the central hallway, from which branched the medical wing, and the stasis pods, and the ladder to the lower decks. "I need a pilot here!" She shouted, hoping that would attract one of her freshly-roused crew and get someone to relieve the work load before things became too demanding.

Turning back to face the instruments, she was distracted by the vista out of the front viewport. The region of the Deep Core was a mess of closely packed stars, crowding together more and more as they grew closer to the Galactic Centre. From here the supermassive black hole was shrouded by a blinding halo, a combination of the closely packed stars and the Centre's own bright-hot accretion disk. Once they were closer, the structure would become clearer. A small ping from her subsonic radar alerted her to an object a few kilometres ahead of and to the right of the Adiona. Kit twisted her head, expecting to find a slowly drifting asteroid, or even a hunk of space junk.

What she actually saw was very different indeed, a convoy of 4 or 5 ships, moving at speed, just a little slower than their own by the looks of it. It was hard to tell from this distance, but they looked like small freighters. In unmapped regions, that usually meant smugglers, or scavengers. However, it could be pirates too, preying on ships that strayed off the beaten track. "Trouble already?" She murmured under her breath, once again spinning on her chair and shouting down the hall. "Hey sleepyheads! We've got ships, I need someone to man the dorsal gunner position and use the sights to get a closer look at them, and where's my karking pilot?" She sucked in a breath, her eyes narrowed at the convoy of ships approaching. "Arutha," she said, not bothering to turn her head. "Continue working on plotting our course, don't let anything distract you."

With the arrangements made, Kit leaned over the control panel, removing an earpiece from its spot by the copilot's seat. With a sigh of trepidation, she held the transmit key. "Unknown traffic. This is Gozanti-Class Cruiser the TCV Adiona. We're flying under the flag of the Mara-Perlemian Trade Council. I'm transmitting our trajectory and position now, please stay well clear." If they were smugglers, that should be enough to send them scrambling, if they were scrappers or scavengers, they'd continue on their merry way, and if they were pirates, Kit and her crew could be in trouble. All they could do now was continue and wait for a reply.

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Crew Manifest​

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[member="Zai Avery"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Kit Caraway"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Noah Corek"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Arutha"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ay Ge"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Itash Mecetti"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Ronin Naara"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Zaimur Saxon"] -- Healthy​

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[member="FN-2826"], "Tempest" -- Healthy​

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[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] -- Healthy​

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[member="D'vok Windroamer"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Kerx Zyron"] -- Stasis​

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[St0rmSlaSh]

Kerx woke up with a bang! His eyes opened quickly and he let out a huge breath of air. He tried lifting his head but failed as he hit the ceiling of the pod. The man groaned. He wondered where he was but remembered he was in stasis. He thought back on the process of getting into the damn thing. He hated it. The medical droid wanting him to take his clothes off and his mask... Kerx would never take off his mask and luckily the medical droid let him keep it on. Now he was in his underwear. He was cold, very cold. A droid came up to his pod and looked at the bounty hunter with their neon yellow eyes.

"I see that you are awake. Your hibernation took a little later than most what with your cybernetic limbs. Are you feeling any sort of pain?"

The Whispering Death peered through the glass to the droid. Anger grew in him.

"Just get me out of this pod, stupid robot!"

The medical droid still gazed at him not paying any attention to his anger. That's one thing he hated about droids. They didn't have any emotion. They are made for only one thing and that is the intention of the owner. It was like slavery and the poor droids didn't even know it. It was sad but at the same time a person who shows sympathy for droids are seen as crazy.

He looked to the medical robot once more. It was unlocking the pod and soon Kerx would jump out of it. He didn't like tight spaces what so ever. He was glad he could move his arms freely again. The hunter stood up and he could feel a pinch in his arm. He was getting some sort of shot.

"Hey! Get off of me!"

"Do not worry, human. This syringe will help you with stasis sickness. I suggest you get some rest before joining the crew."

"Where is everyone?"

Kerx still felt the sting from the shot. He could see a blood spot on the side of his shoulder. It flowed down maybe a half of an inch before stopping.

"Why, everyone are all tending to their duties. I would suggest you get rest of course. Your clothes are over there."

The droid turned its head and pointed to a box next to the pod. After, it rolled to a machine. Kerx could see it typing in reports of all the patients. The hunter stood up slowly. He was lightheaded and could barely balance. It must have been a symptom of Stasis Sickness. He opened the crate and got out his clothes. After, he walked out and went into a private space where he could change.

After changing, the first place Kerx would go to is the cockpit. Maybe he could find Kit there. He walked throughout the ship and it was rather cozy and clean. He admitted that this ship compared to a freighter is like a paradise. When he got into the cockpit of the ship, he saw [member="Kit Caraway"] and @Arutha.

"So, what did I miss?"​

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"...Right."
D'vok gave [member="Kit Caraway"] a puzzled look as she seemed to completely ignore him. He sipped his flask once more before pocketing it. Getting up from the co-pilot's seat and sitting into the main pilot's chair, he looked over the controls, trying to get an understanding of them. They were different from his own ship, and it would be a challenge, but he could figure it out. He turned to [member="Arutha"], hoping to actually get a response to someone this time.
"So you're the navigator? Where to then?"

 

[Hyben Trasse]

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I forgot about Kerx, oops. Well, let's say he got up before me? Doesn't matter much.

Location: Bridge or whatever it's called
Interacting with: @D'vok Windroamer [member="Kerx Zyron"] [member="Kit Caraway"]


Ronin glanced at Ay, and then hit the button to release @Itash Mercetti. He turned to [member="Ay Ge"] "I'll come back here once I figure out what's up! Get Itash ready, we might have a problem.", he told her. Caraway had sounded a bit distressed. Not overly so, but Ronin was certain something was up.

Ronin sprinted off towards the cockpit. When he arrived there, slightly out of breath, he turned towards [member="Kit Caraway"]. "Captain Caraway, what's--"
Ronin had looked out into space, and saw the ships in the distance.
"Oh, is it about that." He stepped to the left of the pilot's chair and looked out into space. After a moment, he stepped back into "Orders, captain?"

 

[Arutha]

"No, nothing," Arutha quietly murmured back to Kit as his hands danced across the consoles in front of him. A copy of the galactic map was holographically spread out and he was pinpointing their exact location, previous journey while in stasis and expected journey ahead. As he closed in and began mapping out the region, cross-referencing with the nearby stars in the viewport, D'vok and Ronin caught his attention. Arutha looked to D'vok, "Navigator? I guess you could say that," his eyes darted between the pilot and his map, "Cartographer, and part-time cryptologist. I like puzzles." Arutha was also a master at non-verbal communication, Lorrdian born of course, but he didn't need to mention that. It was always the card up his sleeve; able to determine the emotions and intentions of others by their body language with an uncanny accuracy.

"Keep on our path, but in a few million kilometers we're going to need to slightly alter course to counteract the eventual drag of the galactic centre," Arutha mentioned as his eyes slowly drifted towards the unknown vessels. Soon enough with a grumble and a shout, some hotshot came from the stasis chamber and arrived in the cockpit asking what he had missed. "Nothing exciting," Arutha answered Kerx. The room was beginning to get crowded as more crew came and went, Ronin got in his view for a moment and he was about to ask that nerf herder to get out of his way but Ronin had some wits about him and eventually moved aside, Arutha could study the stars again.


[ [member="Ronin Naara"] ] - [ @D'vok Windroamer ] - [ [member="Kerx Zyron"] ] - [ [member="Kit Caraway"] ]

 

[Kirie]

"Oh, D'vok!" Kit exclaimed. "I guess I was in my own little bubble there. Please, take the helm, and keep an eye on those ships." She then turned to [member="Arutha"], giving only a simple nod of acknowledgement. She did a quick once-over of their diagnostics. All systems were functioning normally. She was confident that even if this convoy of small vessels turned hostile, the Adiona would hold its own long enough for them to escape to safety, especially with a crew as highly-skilled as her own.

Unfastening her safety belt, she shuffled over to her left, leaving the Captain's seat open for [member="D'vok Windroamer"] to take his seat. As she did so, the radio crackled once again. "TCV Adiona, this is merchant vessel Carla Iron out of Coruscant. We're a mining convoy out looking for asteroids. We see your ship and are altering our flight path." Kit nodded with satisfaction. Mining vessels, that was a relief. She leaned forward once again, pressing down the transmit key, and opening her mouth to speak, but she never got the words out. A klaxon blared loudly, a sudden readout popping up on the instrument panel in front of her.

It was a massive burst of Cronau radiation, so massive and close it nearly overloaded the Adiona's sensors. "What was tha-" She said aloud, but again she was cut off, her mouth hanging agape as a massive structure emerged from hyperspace. Ahead of her, filling the entire front viewport was a space station, a Lormar-Class refinery station. Immediately it was abundantly clear this wasn't a normal civilian platform. A massive wing of the station had seen massive damage, with large sections missing completely. On the other areas, sections of armour and weapons from ships had been haphazardly attached. At the top of the platform, massive turbolasers adorned the structure like a deadly crown. This was a pirate station.

Even as she watched the gargantuan structure arrive, it was already charging its weapons. The first shot sailed away, bright green plasma against the black expanse. They sailed past the Adiona, and as they did so Kit slammed her fist on the transmit key. "Carla Iron, look out!"
It was too little, too late, though the Carla Iron tried its best to get out of the way, banking hard in an attempt to steer clear of the fire, the several shots impacted on their ventral side, tearing massive holes in the hull and obliterating the vessel. Other shots continued past the Carla Iron, destroying one other ship and damaging another.

A second volley followed shortly after, and in seconds all that remained of the mining convoy was a series of smouldering wrecks. Holding onto the arms of her chair with a white-knuckled grip. "Full power!" She screamed, her voice tinged with actual fear. "Get us out of range until we can jump. Go!" She was panting now, barely managing to suppress the mounting panic in her chest. "I need crew on the guns!"

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Crew Manifest​

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[member="Zai Avery"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Kit Caraway"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Noah Corek"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Arutha"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ay Ge"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Itash Mecetti"] -- Stasis​

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[member="Ronin Naara"] -- Healthy​

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Zaimur Saxonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8174-zaimur-saxon/ -- Healthy​

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[member="FN-2826"], "Tempest" -- Healthy​

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[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] -- Healthy​

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@D'vok Windroamer -- Healthy​

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[member="Kerx Zyron"] -- Healthy​

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[Hyben Trasse]

"I'll tell the rest of the crew, sound the alarm!"

Ronin went back to the stasis pod bay, which presumably contained [member="Itash Mecetti"] and [member="Ay Ge"]. Mecetti would have been out of stasis by now, and if he hadn't been, Ronin would have opened his pod. Ronin quickly grabbed his blaster rifle from his locker. If they were boarded, he would want it. He left the SSR, it would not be of use inside the ship, and would only slow him down. As he did so, he was filling in the other two on the situation.
"We ran into a pirate space station, and we're trying to escape with the hyperdrive, but we're going to need people manning the guns. Don't worry about the space station, target their emplacements!"

"Are we set to head to the gun deck?" Ronin was ready, but waited a moment for Itash and Ay. He assumed they would both be helping as gunners, at least for now, and since none of them had yet tried using any of the ship's guns, it would be best if they all could make sure that they reached the right place and shot the right stuff.

Ronin assumed [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] , and [member="Zai Avery"] would be staying in the med bay and engine room, but he assumed that everyone else not piloting would have heard the battle stations alarm that was now sounding and be heading to a gun deck.

OOC:

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[member="Kit Caraway"], what guns does the ship have?

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok had hardly been paying attention to the viewport when the refinery station arrived in front of them. He was too busy studying the controls of the ship. He saw a bright green flash, and looked up just in time to see the Carla Iron get obliterated by the station's weapons. This was bad news if he ever saw it. He heard the panic in the captain's voice as she ordered the ship to get outta there. Didn't have to tell him twice. He slammed a lever forward that started charging the hyperdrive. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but large vessels like this generally took a while. He needed distance. D'vok finally managed to find the throttle, and all of a sudden the ship burst forward with a remarkable increase in speed, throwing anyone who might've been standing around backwards. He knew he didn't have much time, as the station's weapons would surely be recharged soon. He wondered what defenses this ship had? Maybe their shields could withstand enough bombardment for them to tank a bit while the hyperdrive charged? Surely we had better defenses than a mining vessel? He didn't want to find out. He tried to steer the ship into a blind spot for the weapons, but he couldn't be sure.
"Bad news bad news. Where's our weapons? And how long is this hyperdrive going to take? Please?"
He looked around, hoping someone in the cockpit knew something.

 

[Ay Ge]

Ay had kept her location along the wall, giving a small nod to [member="Ronin Naara"] as he said good morning, in actual sense it was not, in space there was not day or night, just a time period where the human body reached maximum performance before needing to be rested. She would have offered a reply to the man but he was too busy going around with other people's pods, very intent on getting @Itash Mecetti out of his pod. Why? Ay did not care, until something drastic happened all the current problems on the ship could be handled by someone else.

she remained in the stasis pod bay, perhaps acting as a sort of guard until needed, making sure everyone awoke with no problems, some commotion happening up in the cockpit, but until otherwise noted was non of her business. Not like she could do anything anyways, engines, hyperspace stuff was not her thing but that was going to change, quite rapidly. In not time since Ronin left he came bolting back down the hallway yelling about pirates and manning the ships guns, "acknowledged, proceeding with protocol 1843", she replied in the monotone voice as always, quickly following the man down the hallway.

@D'vok Windroamer / [member="Kit Caraway"] / [member="Arutha"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

Aes'ona had been in the process of resterilizing the small collection of scalpels, scissors, and meddles that had been stocks when a sudden jolt of the whole ship caused her to stumble back. By some miracle, most of the instruments fell into the bowl of the sink, and she instinctively dropped the medical scissors in her hand as she reached out to the counter to steady herself. She stepped towards it again to solidify her stance as well, but without thinking...

Crack.

A step back, her eyes on the floor. "Blast," she muttered, squatting down with the rag that she had been cleaning her instruments with. With it, she carefully picked up all the broken pieces, after which she stood, rolled them up in the towel, found a band to tie it up safely, and threw the parcel away.

Well then, she thought before finding a new rag and returning to her current task. That misfortune was going to make her job, potentially, a little more interesting.

[member="Kit Caraway"] / @D'vok Windroamer