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IC [MHRP] Voyage of the Star Witch

Garyfury

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INTERSTELLAR SPACE: THE TANGLE

The Star Witch cruises along the primary rimward arm of the Tangle, through a gap in the energetic gas clouds allowing for easy navigation. Her crew has is fresh off another successful if hard-fought mission. Course is set for Falka's Refuge, a sprawling conglomeration of structures built up around a comparatively modest planetoid: it is trading hub, starship fueling station, R&R haven and general sin market, all in one.

(The outpost was originally the hermitage of the Revered Brother Falka, a philanthropist and mystic of the Order of the Void Revealed, but its ecclesiastical past has long since been subsumed by its location at a nexus of navigable routes through the Tangle: entrepeneurial spirit has, in the course of time, won out over the purely spiritual. The major commercial interests operating on Falka's Refuge continue to allow tenancy to a small temple of the Order of the Void Revealed, but these days they are more a sort of mascot for the station than a controlling power.)

A warning light flashing on the main control console alerts anyone on the bridge to the broadcast of a wide-band distress signal. A cursory check of the sensors reveals that the signal originates from the vicinity of a protostar forming within a denser drift of the nebula, one with a relatively thick accretion disk, just getting its notions of collapsing into a set of moons and planets for the birthing star. The flares of ion drive signatures can also be detected within the star's surrounding cloud of debris and energetic gases.
 

Shawn_Hagen

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Rocket Storm sat at the pilot's station, boots up on the console. Her mobile ears on the top of her head flattened when the liht flashed and her striped tail wrapped around her. "Kurtackin' distress beacons," she snapped, leaning forward to look at the plot. "Everyone in the galaxy wants help, but where are they when we need a hand. No where, that's where." She reached over to the com station and hit a few controls, put the distress call up on speakers. "Very least we can laugh at their stupidity, right?"
 

Garyfury

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Interference from the mess of gas and dust around the protostar riddles the audio with bursts of static.

"--Main drive failure--" static "--hull breach--" static "--multiple attackers--" static "--Prowlshark class cruiser--"
 

t@nya

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Kaul, seated at his usual station, takes his headphones out as the distress call plays. Not all of the crew appreciated his (eclectic) taste in music. Or his habit of always having something playing in the background.

“There are a lot of people out there who need help more than we do, Rocket,” he points out; “how soon can we get there?” already readying himself to change into his armour.

OOC: Kaul’s taste in music is eclectic. He likes everything from (reconstructed) Ancient Greek music, through to medieval/renaissance, classical, jazz and blues, (old time) country, rock, pop, folk, nature sounds, and more! And has a huge playlist which he has on shuffle most of the time. I have the same tastes. :)
 
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Liv was secluded in her bio lab med bay, experimenting on treating the mollusc-like creature they found on one of the liquid giants. Not all of the crew was happy about it, considering it tried to eat them, but that just made it all the more fascinating. "Come on now, honey." Liv grinned as she put on the goggles and fired up the chainsaw for the final part of the examination: vivisection. "Tell mommy what you're made of." then the goshdarn distress signal rang, and she sighed as she took off the goggle and turned on her comms. "What now?" she asked briskly, sounding obviously irritated about the way her operation was interrupted. "Please tell me it's not about one of those freaking giant space hamsters again."
 

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“There are a lot of people out there who need help more than we do, Rocket,”
"I don't understand how that relates," Rocket Storm said.

"--Main drive failure--" static "--hull breach--" static "--multiple attackers--" static "--Prowlshark class cruiser--"
"See, sounds like that cruiser can help them. Or they are a cruiser. Still, they did say multiple attackers, which means we have a target rich environment." She seemed to be doing the calculus in her head. "Suppose we could fly by."
 

t@nya

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"I don't understand how that relates," Rocket Storm said.
Kaul just shakes his head; they’d had this argument a number of times before, and it always ended the same way, with them agreeing to disagree.

"See, sounds like that cruiser can help them. Or they are a cruiser. Still, they did say multiple attackers, which means we have a target rich environment." She seemed to be doing the calculus in her head. "Suppose we could fly by."
Kaul nods agreement, and says, “also, a lot potential profit to be made,” encouragingly.

Liv was secluded in her bio lab med bay, experimenting on treating the mollusc-like creature they found on one of the liquid giants. Not all of the crew was happy about it, considering it tried to eat them, but that just made it all the more fascinating. "Come on now, honey." Liv grinned as she put on the goggles and fired up the chainsaw for the final part of the examination: vivisection. "Tell mommy what you're made of." then the goshdarn distress signal rang, and she sighed as she took off the goggle and turned on her comms. "What now?" she asked briskly, sounding obviously irritated about the way her operation was interrupted. "Please tell me it's not about one of those freaking giant space hamsters again."
“We’ve got a distress call, from a ship near a proto-star, Liv, multiple attackers,” Kaul replies.
 

Unka Josh

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"That's not so good," said Syla. Presumably it was Syla; at the moment, it was a young woman, possibly human, with light blue hair and wings like a butterfly, but apparently made of ice crystals. "I can help deal with them, of course, or just get onto one of the attacker's ships, disable the crew, and attack the others."
 

Garyfury

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From what Rocket recalls of the writeup of the ProwlShark-class in D'jeyn's Fighting Ships, the model is a design from the last-but-one generation of military vessels from the Spartax Empire, used as fleet pickets and system defense craft. Obsolete by the standards of top-line modern militaries, they nonetheless outmass and outgun the Star Witch by a considerable margin, and quite a few surviving examples have found their way into the hands of independent systems and pirates alike.

Long-range sensors are giving a clearer picture of the situation as the Star Witch draws nearer. In a cluster of stellar debris, readings show four mass signatures consistent with vessels: one large, almost certainly the ProwlShark, two very small, which are probably single-seat fighters, and one of intermediate size, somewhat smaller than the Star Witch. Ominously, the large and the small vessels are running at full power while the energy readings from the final ship are faint.

OOC: Scene Distinctions: Space Rubble, Energetic Gas Clouds
 

KreenWarrior

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Aster spends a lot of time in her room, which is converted to more of a nest; the bulkheads have been stripped to make more space available in a few places, there are dangerous exposed wires and other hazards that she rarely seems to notice. Hearing noise, she pops her head out. "Distress call? ...so which one do we help? Probably the one under attack?"

A whisper speaks in her mind. Wait till they're weakest, then pounce and take out them both! Aster swats at the bit of dark blue sybmiote oozing out from under the neck of her shirt. "Stop that. I don't think they have time to wait, anyways."
 
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