Derelict - Outside the Medical Bay
In the silent vacuum, Six Four's saw made contact with the metal-meshed piping, and hot sparks and rubber particulates began to fly in a comet-tail jet as the instrument bit into it. The Freespacer had to apply much more force than she was used to, both to hold the saw steady from kicking away every second or two, and to maintain cutting pressure. Although no sound could be heard, she could feel the saw blade protesting against the resistance of cutting through material much harder than it was designed to do. If her tool survived the process, she knew it would be virtually useless until she was able to replace the blade.
Finally, the sparks found themselves mixed with a multidirectional spray of pinkish-red fluid, jetting out at what had to be great force and whooshing through the emptiness around her before splattering against every surface, sending pulsing and wobbling globules of the stuff floating erratically like dazed insects. One such jet struck Six Four in the faceplate and her right collarbone with enough force to stagger her backwards.
On reflex the Freespacer jumped clear of the high-pressure jet, and her self-diagnostic system registered negligible damage to her protective suit, thankfully. The spray did manage to bore a small hole in the layer covering her collarbone, but the material sealed itself before it could do any real damage to the tissue beneath it, or vent any of her internal pressure.
She watched the jets of hydraulic fluid unleash their fury on their surroundings for a moment, and soon the intensity began to dwindle, eventually tapering off to a weak trickle of globules oozing out of the pipes, then breaking free and floating away. There had to be
gallons of the stuff floating around her now, forming a thick, viscous cloud. But only seconds after the furious pressure release stopped, she felt a powerful vibration shake the floor for a half second, and then the slowly pulsing red light on the console she'd used to communicate with the survivor go dead.
At that instant, the globules of liquid floating around her suddenly elongated and were blasted down the hallway behind her, and the Freespacer had to hunch over to hold her ground against the new invisible wall of pressure. Looking at the previously sealed hatch before her, she noted that it had started to slide open, but the force of the sudden rush of air pressure equalizing pressed it so hard against its tracks that it was stuck halfway.
And then, nothing. The door remained in its half-open position, revealing a dark space inside.
Derelict - Medbay
Dylan was startled, to say the least when the lights in what had been his refuge suddenly died out completely, pitching him in total darkness, and the air began to rush out of the room. He found himself being sucked towards the door he had been facing, and barely managed to press himself against the adjacent wall and grab onto a recessed shelf to hold his position. He didn't have much of a chance to be thankful he had donned the spacesuit; all he could think about for those few seconds was the increasing fatigue in his fingers as he clung to the shelf for dear life.
When the air finally stopped venting, he noticed a moving beam of light on the other side of the now-open hatch. His rescuer was evidetly outside waiting for him.
He also suddenly became aware that he was now in total silence, with no radio or means of communication other than his hands, and his head in what essentially amounted to an empty bucket. He knew that the air inside of it wouldn't last him more than a few minutes if he was lucky.
Concordia Veil - Cockpit
Amelia's transmission went unanswered for a few seconds, and then the screen began to ominously type out the text of the unknown ship's response.
Code:
ISS CONCORDIA VEIL
WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE
THIS WRECK IS OUR CLAIM
SURRENDER YOUR CARGO AND PREPARE TO BE BOARDED
COOPERATION WILL ENSURE CREW SAFETY
