Finally!
Unexpected Encounter
- Thread starter Becks
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"It's strange." Burwellian looked over the now built out fuel processor. "It should work. But it doesn't. And I can't seem to find the fault." He scratched his head.
"Is it that important?" Rebecca floated with a bored face through the cargo hold of the DBE.
"Not really. But I'm an engineer and I'm interested in such things. I mean, that thing is brand new. Not even a year old, like the whole ship, and yet it already seems like material fatigue. By the way, how is he?"
"The stasis drugs f*cked him up big time. I'm honestly surprised that he managed it to deploy his beacon."
"Seems like he wasn't in stasis before, huh?"
"Probably, dunno. I'm here to bring the spare parts, not to listen to his resume. Is his tank full or does he need some more limpets?"
"How many do you have?"
"Sixteen."
"Hmmm, give him another eight. Then he's more than fine to jump. Can you get some stims from his medicine cabinet?"
"So we're giving him drugs against drugs? Fighting fire with fire? I like that idea.", she grinned and sounded a bit sarcastic as she said it.
"Haha, basically. Well, I'm so far finished with exchanging the processors. I only run a few diagnostic and calibration programms over it, before we'll switch it on, then we're basically done here.", he answered while he picked a tablet and several floating tools out of the air.
60 minutes and 4 stimpacks later, the thrusters of the Diamondback ignited and the still a bit brittle voice of the pilot could be heard over the coms.
"Thanks for saving me out here. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe us anything.", Rebecca answered, "But whatever you did to your scoop. Don't do it again.", she laughed a bit as she said it.
"Let's just speak the Fuel's Prayer for the parting.", Burwellian said over the coms.
Ria looked at Rebecca.
"What the hell is the Fuel's Prayer?"
Rebecca grinned, muted her mic, then she answered, "Just listen."
"Our Fuel Scoop in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your fuel come,
your transfer be done,
in abyss, as it is in the bubble.
Give us this day our daily fuel,
and forgive us our carelessness,
as we also have forgiven the careless.
And lead us not into instancing,
but deliver us from our death by suffocation.
For the fuel, the power, and the oxygen are yours,
now and for ever. Fuel'em.
Commander, fly safe and have a good trip home. Becks ... see you on Wollheim."
Burwellian giggled and Ria looked a bit baffled.
"You have a prayer for that?"
"Trust me, you would pray too, if we run out of fuel. All glory to our lord and saviour, the fuel scoop.", she laughed a bit during the last part.
"I hope I won't experience running out of fuel. Sounds somehow unpleasant."
Rebecca got serious again, then she took the blue, cubic crystal from the front pocket of her flight suit and threw it over to Ria.
"There is a cubic slot under the keyboard of your chair. Insert it there."
"What's that?" Ria asked, then she put the crystal into the slot.
The map of a system opened on the right holoscreens on the right of their pilot seats.
"Woaaah, an earthlike and a waterworld forming a binary. That looks awesome.", Ria said in awe, then she noticed the marks on the earthlike, "What's that?"
Rebecca smiled a bit.
"That's where we are going next."
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Like always: Typos/grammatical errors to me
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"Is it that important?" Rebecca floated with a bored face through the cargo hold of the DBE.
"Not really. But I'm an engineer and I'm interested in such things. I mean, that thing is brand new. Not even a year old, like the whole ship, and yet it already seems like material fatigue. By the way, how is he?"
"The stasis drugs f*cked him up big time. I'm honestly surprised that he managed it to deploy his beacon."
"Seems like he wasn't in stasis before, huh?"
"Probably, dunno. I'm here to bring the spare parts, not to listen to his resume. Is his tank full or does he need some more limpets?"
"How many do you have?"
"Sixteen."
"Hmmm, give him another eight. Then he's more than fine to jump. Can you get some stims from his medicine cabinet?"
"So we're giving him drugs against drugs? Fighting fire with fire? I like that idea.", she grinned and sounded a bit sarcastic as she said it.
"Haha, basically. Well, I'm so far finished with exchanging the processors. I only run a few diagnostic and calibration programms over it, before we'll switch it on, then we're basically done here.", he answered while he picked a tablet and several floating tools out of the air.
60 minutes and 4 stimpacks later, the thrusters of the Diamondback ignited and the still a bit brittle voice of the pilot could be heard over the coms.
"Thanks for saving me out here. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe us anything.", Rebecca answered, "But whatever you did to your scoop. Don't do it again.", she laughed a bit as she said it.
"Let's just speak the Fuel's Prayer for the parting.", Burwellian said over the coms.
Ria looked at Rebecca.
"What the hell is the Fuel's Prayer?"
Rebecca grinned, muted her mic, then she answered, "Just listen."
"Our Fuel Scoop in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your fuel come,
your transfer be done,
in abyss, as it is in the bubble.
Give us this day our daily fuel,
and forgive us our carelessness,
as we also have forgiven the careless.
And lead us not into instancing,
but deliver us from our death by suffocation.
For the fuel, the power, and the oxygen are yours,
now and for ever. Fuel'em.
Commander, fly safe and have a good trip home. Becks ... see you on Wollheim."
Burwellian giggled and Ria looked a bit baffled.
"You have a prayer for that?"
"Trust me, you would pray too, if we run out of fuel. All glory to our lord and saviour, the fuel scoop.", she laughed a bit during the last part.
"I hope I won't experience running out of fuel. Sounds somehow unpleasant."
Rebecca got serious again, then she took the blue, cubic crystal from the front pocket of her flight suit and threw it over to Ria.
"There is a cubic slot under the keyboard of your chair. Insert it there."
"What's that?" Ria asked, then she put the crystal into the slot.
The map of a system opened on the right holoscreens on the right of their pilot seats.
"Woaaah, an earthlike and a waterworld forming a binary. That looks awesome.", Ria said in awe, then she noticed the marks on the earthlike, "What's that?"
Rebecca smiled a bit.
"That's where we are going next."
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Like always: Typos/grammatical errors to me
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Say a little prayer!
I lol'd!
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Line 1: "It should work. But it isn't."
> "But it doesn't." or "It isn't working."
tastature - I'd use keyboard or controls/control panel
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Aaaaaah my classic mistakes. Stupid german language shining through.
Aaaaaah my classic mistakes. Stupid german language shining through.
Actually, little grammatical errors can help a character along. English speakers don't always use proper English, so things like this can help the realism of your dialogue.
Matt's frequent use of "ain't" and his salty language would cause both my mother and my English teacher to have a heart attack, though.
Aaaaaah my classic mistakes. Stupid german language shining through.
For what it's worth I think German is a great language. It's a regret of mine that I lost most of my ability to use it over time.
Wow this is great so far! Have all my reps! (Only one :/)
Actually, little grammatical errors can help a character along. English speakers don't always use proper English, so things like this can help the realism of your dialogue.
Matt's frequent use of "ain't" and his salty language would cause both my mother and my English teacher to have a heart attack, though.
Never liked my english teacher so I honestly do not care if she gets a heart attack from my mistakes or not
It's bothering me because I'm learning business english and try to avoid such mistakes ._.German is a very useful language indeed
And it can be really pretty if you know where to search I still prefer english Many thankies, always searching for feedback
Also I love German
I can only say Ich bin ein berlinner though
(no not Ich bin in Berlin)
I can only say Ich bin ein berlinner though
(no not Ich bin in Berlin
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Also I love German
I can only say Ich bin ein berlinner though
(no not Ich bin in Berlin
Wasn't that Kennedy in Berlin?
A donut has a hole
Berliner are more like ... uhm ... sweet buns filled with marmalade and with lots of icing sugar on top (dunno if that's the correct description xD )
Yes it wasWasn't that Kennedy in Berlin?
A donut has a hole
Berliner are more like ... uhm ... sweet buns filled with marmalade and with lots of icing sugar on top (dunno if that's the correct description xD )
I know, I checked before I posted. However, there are small buns with a filling (typically jam, but can be chocolate, custard, or apple jam) and dusted in caster sugar, that are also known as filled doughnuts.
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"Bulkhead thirty three isn't really closing.", Ria said through the com of her PSA and she knew that Rebecca would know make that annoyed face she always made when something went not like she wanted it.
"Tch, I guess it's time to switch my engineer. First the racks, now malfunctioning bulkheads. That guy is going to refund me when I'm back.", she muttered, then she asked Ria, "Can you close the bulkhead manually? The pressure release valve should be next to the control panel."
Ria turned to her right and immediately saw the valve. With both hands on the grip of the valve she pulled it out and tried to turn it. Unsurprisingly the valve was hard to move since the whole pressure of the bulkhead hydraulic lasted on it. With significant force and a metal bar from the ships workshop as improvised lever she finally managed to turn it.
The heavy bulkhead slammed into it's frame with an enourmous force and a loud bang echoed through the ship. Ria screamed, jumped of the floor and lost the control for a few seconds in zero gravity. While she tried to get her feet back on the floor and drifted through the hallway she heard Rebecca giggling through the coms.
"You could have at least told me what happens when I turn that thing.", she said slightly annoyed and a bit embarrassed as she had her feet back on the ground.
"That wouldn't be half as funny, don't you agree?", Rebecca was still giggling.
"And now?"
"Come back to the bridge and make sure that the bulkheads are closed behind you."
Both were busy with securing every single thing they could find over the last hours for the coming reentry. The hardest part of all this was finding the cat and putting her in the transport capsule. Both women were pretty scratched after that almost half an hour lasting operation. Now the basked and the cat in it were fixed into a special made holder in Rebeccas cabin.
Ria entered the brigde right as the ships voice said, "Reaching approach path in hundredfifty seconds."
Rebecca turned around on her seat and threw a full head remlock mask towards her.
"Make sure your hair is all tucked into it. Or you'll look like a plucked bird when that thing goes off.", she said, then she tucked her own blonde long hair into the mask.
Ria put her mask on, then she tucked her head into it while she floated to the left pilot seat. Her palms were sweaty and she had a concerned look in her face. She sat herself into it and put the security belts on right as the ship announced, "Reaching approach path in ninety seconds."
"Nervous?", Rebecca asked without looking over to her.
"A bit. Why have we waited so long with the preparations for the landing?" Of course they landed on planets before. But only on airless world. Until now Rebecca had never deemed it necessary to actually visit the surface of one of the many earthlike worlds they found.
"Because the nights are pretty long on this planet and I would prefer to pull this off during the day. Earthlike worlds and Waterworlds can be pretty dangerous. And the worst critters usually come out during the night.", Rebecca answered in a calm tone. The truth was a bit different, since the thermal recordings the DBE made during his fly bys showed a whole lot of activity around the wreck. Suddenly Rebecca was pretty happy that she fitted three turreted class two multicannons into the medium hardpoints and the large hardpoint underneath the ship. Now the ship was slowly drifting through the orbit of the blue planet while she waited for the signal to push the throttle forward. The planet beneath her ship was pretty similiar to earth regarding atmosphere, size and gravity. It was slightly further from the sun and a bit colder because of that.
A red message and a blue crosshair showed up on her screen. "Please align with the reentry course."
She corrected the direction of the ship slightly towards the planet until the message disappeared.
"Thirty seconds." Rebecca layed one hand onto the throttle and her other was already on the joystick. A blonde strand of hair slipped out of her remlock and fell over her face.
"F*ck." she uttered but she hadn't the time to fix it.
"Ten seconds."
The green rectangle marking the window for the reentry enlarged fast. Rebecca looked on her right hand menu and checked her systems a last time.
"Five seconds."
A small bit of the sun appeared over the curve of the planet and glistening light fell for a moment into the cockpit. Then the glass shields darkened a bit and blocked the glistening light.
"Two seconds."
The green rectangle was now way larger than the ship and came with an incredible speed towards the ship.
"One seconds."
The ship flew through the green rectangle and a course began appearing leading in a soft curve towards the planet.
"Engage thrusters."
Rebecca pressed the throttle forward.
"Thrusters at seventyfive percent. Ria, speed and height."
Ria looked onto the screen in front of her.
"Speed: Mach 8.1. Height: 150 kilometres and decreasing."
"Copy. Correcting angle and decreasing speed.", Rebecca corrected the course again and focused on countering the still gentle shocks of the atmosphere.
The nose part of the shield began glowing and suddenly several alarms went off. Ria looked confused around her panel until she saw what was wrong.
"Heatlevel: 90% and rising.", she shouted to Rebecca.
"Fire heatsinks seven and eight at the same time. NOW." Rebecca yelled back.
Ria switched to the systems menu and selected heatsinks seven and eight for her firegroup, then she tried to fire them. Nothing happened. She looked around her stats and she saw that the shield generator began draining the systems energy, so she quickly assigned two more pips to SYS.
Rebecca immediately noticed her tinkering with the power distributor as the thrusters lost a third of their power. The following jerks were far vigorous than the ones before and she had difficulties with keeping the conda on the assigned path.
Ria fired her heatsinks, then she quickly assigned the full power back to the engines.
"Never do that again, without telling me, goddammit! Speed and height.", Rebecca shouted over to her. The roaring of the reentry got stronger and stronger as they reached the lower layers of the planets atmosphere and the whole anaconda was engulfed in yellow orange flames.
"Speed: Mach 5.6. Height: 60 kilometres."
"Still too fast. I'm trying to decelerate."
The ship got more and more uneasy and the jerks and flames around the ship intensified as they descended even more towards the planets surface. After another five minutes and a massive deceleration the flames around the ship got less intenes and the Dark Runner approached a huge cloudfront reaching tens of kilomtres into the atmosphere.
"Uhm, do you think it's a good idea to fly through that thing?", Ria barely managed it to scream over the roaring of the reentry.
"We're way to fast to decelerate before we hit that storm. This is going to be unfunny. How far is it away?"
"Around 100 kms. But it's stretching farther than the radar shows. We're definitely going to fly through it if we keep our actual course."
"So we have around a minute ... It's too late to change the course. Is the crashsite in the storm?"
"I don't know. The storm is interfering with the sensors."
The gigantic black cloud front got bigger and both could see lightnings flashing through cloud. Strong winds began to jog the Anaconda around and Rebecca compensated the hefty jolts with the lateral thrusters to stabilise the flight path at least a bit.
"Forty five seconds until entrance. This is going to be ugly."
[OOC]
As always any grammar/spelling mistakes to me.
I was a little blockaded so it took a bit longer than normally
I also have my logs now on Inara, so if anyone prefers to read it there, here's a link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/9085
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"Tch, I guess it's time to switch my engineer. First the racks, now malfunctioning bulkheads. That guy is going to refund me when I'm back.", she muttered, then she asked Ria, "Can you close the bulkhead manually? The pressure release valve should be next to the control panel."
Ria turned to her right and immediately saw the valve. With both hands on the grip of the valve she pulled it out and tried to turn it. Unsurprisingly the valve was hard to move since the whole pressure of the bulkhead hydraulic lasted on it. With significant force and a metal bar from the ships workshop as improvised lever she finally managed to turn it.
The heavy bulkhead slammed into it's frame with an enourmous force and a loud bang echoed through the ship. Ria screamed, jumped of the floor and lost the control for a few seconds in zero gravity. While she tried to get her feet back on the floor and drifted through the hallway she heard Rebecca giggling through the coms.
"You could have at least told me what happens when I turn that thing.", she said slightly annoyed and a bit embarrassed as she had her feet back on the ground.
"That wouldn't be half as funny, don't you agree?", Rebecca was still giggling.
"And now?"
"Come back to the bridge and make sure that the bulkheads are closed behind you."
Both were busy with securing every single thing they could find over the last hours for the coming reentry. The hardest part of all this was finding the cat and putting her in the transport capsule. Both women were pretty scratched after that almost half an hour lasting operation. Now the basked and the cat in it were fixed into a special made holder in Rebeccas cabin.
Ria entered the brigde right as the ships voice said, "Reaching approach path in hundredfifty seconds."
Rebecca turned around on her seat and threw a full head remlock mask towards her.
"Make sure your hair is all tucked into it. Or you'll look like a plucked bird when that thing goes off.", she said, then she tucked her own blonde long hair into the mask.
Ria put her mask on, then she tucked her head into it while she floated to the left pilot seat. Her palms were sweaty and she had a concerned look in her face. She sat herself into it and put the security belts on right as the ship announced, "Reaching approach path in ninety seconds."
"Nervous?", Rebecca asked without looking over to her.
"A bit. Why have we waited so long with the preparations for the landing?" Of course they landed on planets before. But only on airless world. Until now Rebecca had never deemed it necessary to actually visit the surface of one of the many earthlike worlds they found.
"Because the nights are pretty long on this planet and I would prefer to pull this off during the day. Earthlike worlds and Waterworlds can be pretty dangerous. And the worst critters usually come out during the night.", Rebecca answered in a calm tone. The truth was a bit different, since the thermal recordings the DBE made during his fly bys showed a whole lot of activity around the wreck. Suddenly Rebecca was pretty happy that she fitted three turreted class two multicannons into the medium hardpoints and the large hardpoint underneath the ship. Now the ship was slowly drifting through the orbit of the blue planet while she waited for the signal to push the throttle forward. The planet beneath her ship was pretty similiar to earth regarding atmosphere, size and gravity. It was slightly further from the sun and a bit colder because of that.
A red message and a blue crosshair showed up on her screen. "Please align with the reentry course."
She corrected the direction of the ship slightly towards the planet until the message disappeared.
"Thirty seconds." Rebecca layed one hand onto the throttle and her other was already on the joystick. A blonde strand of hair slipped out of her remlock and fell over her face.
"F*ck." she uttered but she hadn't the time to fix it.
"Ten seconds."
The green rectangle marking the window for the reentry enlarged fast. Rebecca looked on her right hand menu and checked her systems a last time.
"Five seconds."
A small bit of the sun appeared over the curve of the planet and glistening light fell for a moment into the cockpit. Then the glass shields darkened a bit and blocked the glistening light.
"Two seconds."
The green rectangle was now way larger than the ship and came with an incredible speed towards the ship.
"One seconds."
The ship flew through the green rectangle and a course began appearing leading in a soft curve towards the planet.
"Engage thrusters."
Rebecca pressed the throttle forward.
"Thrusters at seventyfive percent. Ria, speed and height."
Ria looked onto the screen in front of her.
"Speed: Mach 8.1. Height: 150 kilometres and decreasing."
"Copy. Correcting angle and decreasing speed.", Rebecca corrected the course again and focused on countering the still gentle shocks of the atmosphere.
The nose part of the shield began glowing and suddenly several alarms went off. Ria looked confused around her panel until she saw what was wrong.
"Heatlevel: 90% and rising.", she shouted to Rebecca.
"Fire heatsinks seven and eight at the same time. NOW." Rebecca yelled back.
Ria switched to the systems menu and selected heatsinks seven and eight for her firegroup, then she tried to fire them. Nothing happened. She looked around her stats and she saw that the shield generator began draining the systems energy, so she quickly assigned two more pips to SYS.
Rebecca immediately noticed her tinkering with the power distributor as the thrusters lost a third of their power. The following jerks were far vigorous than the ones before and she had difficulties with keeping the conda on the assigned path.
Ria fired her heatsinks, then she quickly assigned the full power back to the engines.
"Never do that again, without telling me, goddammit! Speed and height.", Rebecca shouted over to her. The roaring of the reentry got stronger and stronger as they reached the lower layers of the planets atmosphere and the whole anaconda was engulfed in yellow orange flames.
"Speed: Mach 5.6. Height: 60 kilometres."
"Still too fast. I'm trying to decelerate."
The ship got more and more uneasy and the jerks and flames around the ship intensified as they descended even more towards the planets surface. After another five minutes and a massive deceleration the flames around the ship got less intenes and the Dark Runner approached a huge cloudfront reaching tens of kilomtres into the atmosphere.
"Uhm, do you think it's a good idea to fly through that thing?", Ria barely managed it to scream over the roaring of the reentry.
"We're way to fast to decelerate before we hit that storm. This is going to be unfunny. How far is it away?"
"Around 100 kms. But it's stretching farther than the radar shows. We're definitely going to fly through it if we keep our actual course."
"So we have around a minute ... It's too late to change the course. Is the crashsite in the storm?"
"I don't know. The storm is interfering with the sensors."
The gigantic black cloud front got bigger and both could see lightnings flashing through cloud. Strong winds began to jog the Anaconda around and Rebecca compensated the hefty jolts with the lateral thrusters to stabilise the flight path at least a bit.
"Forty five seconds until entrance. This is going to be ugly."
[OOC]
As always any grammar/spelling mistakes to me.
I was a little blockaded so it took a bit longer than normally
I also have my logs now on Inara, so if anyone prefers to read it there, here's a link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/9085
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MORE YAY!
As for spelling and grammar, good as always, only thing I found was 'I try to decelerate' which I think should either be I'll try to 'decelerate' or 'Im trying to decelerate'
As for spelling and grammar, good as always, only thing I found was 'I try to decelerate' which I think should either be I'll try to 'decelerate' or 'Im trying to decelerate'
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The two silhouttes stood silently between the strange looking, withered trees and looked up to the black Anaconda circling the island. Its roaring main thrusters could be heard over the whole island, when the ship made it's first, way too fast, approach. Blue flames shot out of its lateral thrusters as the ship slowly floated towards the old shipwreck. Ironically it was the same shipclass.
Even from several kilometres they could see how the hangar opened and two smaller points launched from the ship.
One of the silhouttes moved her hand towards her head.
"Drones. Not manned. The ship has not deployed its weapons yet," the brittle voice of an old woman said. Then she cringed in pain.
The other silhoutte did not even react. He just stood there and looked down on her as she rolled in pain over the wet ground, holding her hands to her temples.
"Very good.", his cold voice said. "This is the first chance in fortysix years. And I'm going to use it."
-near the old ship wreck, a few minutes later
The Anaconda descended slowly, ventral thrusters creating ch marks into the ground as it neared touchdown. Its landing gear shifted into position, supporting the weight of the massive ship as it settled into position. Almost immediatly, it went into standbye mode, the powerful thrusters making a long, decrecendo whine as the glow from the nacelles faded into black.
The entry ramp slowly lowered, the two women cautiously walking onto the strange planet. Both were in full atmo suits, but only the taller, blonde-haired one was armed. She took her first steps onto the dusty ground, and then gestured for the younger, shorter one to follow.
A large patch of land around the old wreck was barren, but the dense forest wasn't far away. Rebecca lifted her rifle and looked through the thermal scope towards the edge of the woods.
"I really don't like this. I feel ... eyed.", Ria said with a slightly unstable voice through her oxygen mask.
"The drones haven't found significant thermal signatures nearby. I'll enlarge the search area just in case.", Rebecca answered, "I have a bad feeling about this, too. Don't leave the hangar. I'm going to take a look around the wreck."
"At least give me a knife."
"A knife? For you? You would only hurt yourself."
Rebecca stepped off the hangar ramp, carefully testing the rocky ground, then she looked through her scope towards the woods again. Nothing. The strange looking forest showed no sign of any movement.
She put her rifle over hear shoulder and walked to the forward cargo hatch, typing on her PSA. The hatch opened and the cargo cranes and belts inside the hold began working.
A large cuboid container held by four cables descended from the hatch.
"What's that?", Ria asked from the hangar ramp.
Rebecca looked back to her.
"That's my insurance, that I'm the only one recovering the cargo of this thing."
"What do you mean?"
An annoyed look crossed Renecca’s face. "I mean that it's a bomb, Ria. A damn big one."
Another container lowered from the hatch. Rebecca shouldered her rifle, opened it and took two black bags and a medium large silver suitcase out. Then she walked towards the shipwreck.
Before she entered through the crack in the rear section of the Anaconda, she turned towards Ria.
"If anything strange happens, lock the bulkheads behind you and call me. They should keep everything off until I'm there to deal with it."
"And if you can't deal with it?"
"Then we have a problem."
-In the ship wreck, several hours later.
The drill screeched as Rebecca drilled through the last of the twentyeight security bolts holding the cap of the container. She wiped the metallic dust, which flew everywhere through the dim, only by a portable spotlight illuminated cargobay, from her oxygen mask.
It had taken an hour to find and access the bay, and another hour to get the armoured container into a suitable position for breaking it open. The tools she had used were scattered around the container and a little pile of broken drills was right beside the cap. The next step was to dose the soft plastic explosives into reasonable amounts and fill them into the holes in the bolts.
Too much and the cargo would blow up with the container. Too few and the bolts would block the cap and she'd to get a heavy plasmacutter out of the ship. And even with that thing it would take days to get the container open. Mostly because she had to cut through several layers of the shiphull to access this room with such a monster of a tool.
Sure she had worked with explosives before, but not with precision charges and not to recover something. A quarter hour passed then she'd prepared the explosives in the correct amounts, placed the detonator pins in the explosives and cabled them correctly.
Quickly she crouched out of the cargobay into the half buried hallway, then she pressed the button on the remote. Twentyeight small blasts echoed through the old, empty hallways of the ship and the shockwave whirled up a lot of dust. Rebecca had set the explosives to detonate shortly after each other because she feared that one big blast might damage whatever was inside the container.
As the dust settled down again, she risked a look into the cargobay. The cap of the armoured container laid in front of it, twentyeight small columns of smake ascending from where the security bolts had been.
Inside the container was a second smaller container, round, nearly half a meter long, twenty centimetres thick and carefully suspended not make contact with the bigger container. Several, through the blast badly damaged, pieces of paper flew through the cargo bay.
Rebecca grabbed the least damaged piece and turned it around.
'Intergalactic Naval Research Arm' stood there, followed by a big INRA logo, then a bit further down on the page: 'Operation Aftershock - Classification ultrablack - INRA Research Division'. Unfortunately the other pieces of the file were ripped into a few thousand shreds by the blasts and Rebecca had neither the time nor the patience to puzzle it back together.
She opened the silver suitcase and four round pits could be seen. A quick check of her gas mask proofed that it was still airtight, then she pulled the smaller container out of its suspension. It was surprisingly heavy for its size and after unscrewing the lid she knew why. Air fizzed into the container as she took the cap off it and she could see almost five centimetres of metal on every side protecting the content of the container from outside influences.
A worrying thought crossed her mind. What if the heavy armor wasn't protecting what was inside from the outside, but the outside from whatever was inside ...
Sweat ran over her face under the oxygen mask, then she shook her head a few times to drive the distracting thoughts away and focused on her task. Slowly she put her finger through the metal ring inside the container and pulled it out. A slender metal frame with four glass spheres almost as big as a fist, filled with a transparent but slightly cloudy liquid, came out.
One after another she removed the spheres from the frame and put them carefully into the four prepared pits.
As she closed the suitcase she could feel her heart beating like crazy and sat back to calm herself off the adrenaline rush. The spheres were secured, and all she had to do was get back onboard her ship and get off-world.
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The usual blabla
Inara Link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/9499
Special thankies to Matt who helped me editing
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Even from several kilometres they could see how the hangar opened and two smaller points launched from the ship.
One of the silhouttes moved her hand towards her head.
"Drones. Not manned. The ship has not deployed its weapons yet," the brittle voice of an old woman said. Then she cringed in pain.
The other silhoutte did not even react. He just stood there and looked down on her as she rolled in pain over the wet ground, holding her hands to her temples.
"Very good.", his cold voice said. "This is the first chance in fortysix years. And I'm going to use it."
-near the old ship wreck, a few minutes later
The Anaconda descended slowly, ventral thrusters creating ch marks into the ground as it neared touchdown. Its landing gear shifted into position, supporting the weight of the massive ship as it settled into position. Almost immediatly, it went into standbye mode, the powerful thrusters making a long, decrecendo whine as the glow from the nacelles faded into black.
The entry ramp slowly lowered, the two women cautiously walking onto the strange planet. Both were in full atmo suits, but only the taller, blonde-haired one was armed. She took her first steps onto the dusty ground, and then gestured for the younger, shorter one to follow.
A large patch of land around the old wreck was barren, but the dense forest wasn't far away. Rebecca lifted her rifle and looked through the thermal scope towards the edge of the woods.
"I really don't like this. I feel ... eyed.", Ria said with a slightly unstable voice through her oxygen mask.
"The drones haven't found significant thermal signatures nearby. I'll enlarge the search area just in case.", Rebecca answered, "I have a bad feeling about this, too. Don't leave the hangar. I'm going to take a look around the wreck."
"At least give me a knife."
"A knife? For you? You would only hurt yourself."
Rebecca stepped off the hangar ramp, carefully testing the rocky ground, then she looked through her scope towards the woods again. Nothing. The strange looking forest showed no sign of any movement.
She put her rifle over hear shoulder and walked to the forward cargo hatch, typing on her PSA. The hatch opened and the cargo cranes and belts inside the hold began working.
A large cuboid container held by four cables descended from the hatch.
"What's that?", Ria asked from the hangar ramp.
Rebecca looked back to her.
"That's my insurance, that I'm the only one recovering the cargo of this thing."
"What do you mean?"
An annoyed look crossed Renecca’s face. "I mean that it's a bomb, Ria. A damn big one."
Another container lowered from the hatch. Rebecca shouldered her rifle, opened it and took two black bags and a medium large silver suitcase out. Then she walked towards the shipwreck.
Before she entered through the crack in the rear section of the Anaconda, she turned towards Ria.
"If anything strange happens, lock the bulkheads behind you and call me. They should keep everything off until I'm there to deal with it."
"And if you can't deal with it?"
"Then we have a problem."
-In the ship wreck, several hours later.
The drill screeched as Rebecca drilled through the last of the twentyeight security bolts holding the cap of the container. She wiped the metallic dust, which flew everywhere through the dim, only by a portable spotlight illuminated cargobay, from her oxygen mask.
It had taken an hour to find and access the bay, and another hour to get the armoured container into a suitable position for breaking it open. The tools she had used were scattered around the container and a little pile of broken drills was right beside the cap. The next step was to dose the soft plastic explosives into reasonable amounts and fill them into the holes in the bolts.
Too much and the cargo would blow up with the container. Too few and the bolts would block the cap and she'd to get a heavy plasmacutter out of the ship. And even with that thing it would take days to get the container open. Mostly because she had to cut through several layers of the shiphull to access this room with such a monster of a tool.
Sure she had worked with explosives before, but not with precision charges and not to recover something. A quarter hour passed then she'd prepared the explosives in the correct amounts, placed the detonator pins in the explosives and cabled them correctly.
Quickly she crouched out of the cargobay into the half buried hallway, then she pressed the button on the remote. Twentyeight small blasts echoed through the old, empty hallways of the ship and the shockwave whirled up a lot of dust. Rebecca had set the explosives to detonate shortly after each other because she feared that one big blast might damage whatever was inside the container.
As the dust settled down again, she risked a look into the cargobay. The cap of the armoured container laid in front of it, twentyeight small columns of smake ascending from where the security bolts had been.
Inside the container was a second smaller container, round, nearly half a meter long, twenty centimetres thick and carefully suspended not make contact with the bigger container. Several, through the blast badly damaged, pieces of paper flew through the cargo bay.
Rebecca grabbed the least damaged piece and turned it around.
'Intergalactic Naval Research Arm' stood there, followed by a big INRA logo, then a bit further down on the page: 'Operation Aftershock - Classification ultrablack - INRA Research Division'. Unfortunately the other pieces of the file were ripped into a few thousand shreds by the blasts and Rebecca had neither the time nor the patience to puzzle it back together.
She opened the silver suitcase and four round pits could be seen. A quick check of her gas mask proofed that it was still airtight, then she pulled the smaller container out of its suspension. It was surprisingly heavy for its size and after unscrewing the lid she knew why. Air fizzed into the container as she took the cap off it and she could see almost five centimetres of metal on every side protecting the content of the container from outside influences.
A worrying thought crossed her mind. What if the heavy armor wasn't protecting what was inside from the outside, but the outside from whatever was inside ...
Sweat ran over her face under the oxygen mask, then she shook her head a few times to drive the distracting thoughts away and focused on her task. Slowly she put her finger through the metal ring inside the container and pulled it out. A slender metal frame with four glass spheres almost as big as a fist, filled with a transparent but slightly cloudy liquid, came out.
One after another she removed the spheres from the frame and put them carefully into the four prepared pits.
As she closed the suitcase she could feel her heart beating like crazy and sat back to calm herself off the adrenaline rush. The spheres were secured, and all she had to do was get back onboard her ship and get off-world.
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My pleasure, darlin'!