Jack Pine
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- YE 40, 8 hours after repelling of boarders
- RP Location
- Sirris VI: ???
S6S-Anvil - In orbit of Sirris VI
MAIN HANGAR 1A
The cold of space, a grave for so many unfortunate souls who now floated lifeless among wreckage. Little remained of many, but those who left behind bodies able to be collected, were with care. Hades had clashed against the now wounded fleet, taking three of their ships in the process, and taking the lives of more aboard the S6S-Anvil. 380 plus lives had been lost, as well as some kidnapped when the final estimate came in. The ships had finally come into orbit, and the anvil was set to make a forced landing soon. It would become the base for which to stage colonization efforts from.
Jack sat on a crate in the wrecked hangar, his injuries all having been treated, but he still wasn't a pretty sight. He had dispatched Fenrir division under Major Talo's command, to go retrieve Adilis and any other survivors Hades had. They had only one place left to go, so the killing blow was coming to them, and that brought some comfort to the white haired man. It didn't fill the hole he felt inside from having failed to save another one of his sons, or the now rows upon rows of filled body bags lined on the deck before him. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as armored hands held his head.
"How did I let this happen?", He asked himself aloud.
Whisper stood nearby, having remained quiet as he too observed the damages done. "Commander, this couldn't have been avoided, we had no idea they were stalking us. They will bring Adilis back, I'm sure of that. Have faith in your family sir.", Whisper's augmented voice says as it is projected through his helmet's speaker.
"I hope for his sake that you are right.....Has there been any work on Rose, or Sarah?", Jack asked not wanting anymore bad news, but needed to know.
"Mrs. Rose-sama is being picked up now. I am recovering from an injury, so forgive my appearance. Mrs. Pine-sama is still unaccounted for as well as the rest of the advance team. We've received no data on their radios, or suit beacons, but the shuttle as far as we can tell crashed far up north past the mountain ranges. The air is breathable, very verdant, yet 90% of plants are orange. I have a more complete report here, but........we also detected a small craft of unknown origin during the battle. Data is spotty at best, but it crashed somewhere around here.", Seraphina Cerulius said as she shuffled into the hangar and over to the pair. She had a large blood stain from the wound she had received earlier, which was not patched up, but she hadn't changed clothes with everything that had happened. Her right dove like wing's pure white was marred by stains of crimson. She handed over the pad, pointing to a area near the coast on the map she had pulled up before doing so. When Jack tapped the screen, a very zoomed out image popped up. In it was a hard to make out given the distance, but an odd shaped blur of a craft was barely made out.
"Thank you Sera. I'll review this, you go rest now. You've more then earned it.", Jack said idly as he looked over the compiled data with swipes of his armored index finger.
HALLS NEAR MEDBAY 2
Kessler Ryzka, and Mark Tazar were helping still clear up debris as well as help wounded into the medbay. All the enemy remains had been collected, burned, and converted to large graphene blocks. They were planned to be used to build a monument someday to both all the lives lost, and to mark the day they reached what was hopefully going to be home. The two men lifted metal, their shirts now scuffed, singed, and dirtied from the grueling process.
The wall hadn't been repaired yet, the large slagged hole that used to be the double doors into the medbay still open, but most damage inside had been repaired. The doctors scurried about trying to treat the flood of patients that had filled the medbays shortly after the battle had ended. Mark Oaklen, and Neera Pine both lay in their assigned beds. Mark had been brought in all but broken, his condition critical from the battle on the bridge. Neera had somehow despite even worse odds, managed to survive, but was stuck in a comatose state for the time being.
The ex-demon queen Orias, sat watching over them quietly. Her gaze had been more to Mark at the majority of the time, a connection from her time trapped within his mind, just something she couldn't ignore. Her wings rustled as she sat, inwardly worried, even though she tried not to show it. Her tail for once was out in the open, hanging behind the stool she sat upon, the bony appendage swaying. She had made it through with only some tarnishing to her elegant dress, and with two confirmed kills, she was rather pleased with herself in that regard.
"I trust they will be treated with the utmost care doctor?", She asked as one of the doctors from before was passing by.
MAIN HANGAR 1A
The cold of space, a grave for so many unfortunate souls who now floated lifeless among wreckage. Little remained of many, but those who left behind bodies able to be collected, were with care. Hades had clashed against the now wounded fleet, taking three of their ships in the process, and taking the lives of more aboard the S6S-Anvil. 380 plus lives had been lost, as well as some kidnapped when the final estimate came in. The ships had finally come into orbit, and the anvil was set to make a forced landing soon. It would become the base for which to stage colonization efforts from.
Jack sat on a crate in the wrecked hangar, his injuries all having been treated, but he still wasn't a pretty sight. He had dispatched Fenrir division under Major Talo's command, to go retrieve Adilis and any other survivors Hades had. They had only one place left to go, so the killing blow was coming to them, and that brought some comfort to the white haired man. It didn't fill the hole he felt inside from having failed to save another one of his sons, or the now rows upon rows of filled body bags lined on the deck before him. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as armored hands held his head.
"How did I let this happen?", He asked himself aloud.
Whisper stood nearby, having remained quiet as he too observed the damages done. "Commander, this couldn't have been avoided, we had no idea they were stalking us. They will bring Adilis back, I'm sure of that. Have faith in your family sir.", Whisper's augmented voice says as it is projected through his helmet's speaker.
"I hope for his sake that you are right.....Has there been any work on Rose, or Sarah?", Jack asked not wanting anymore bad news, but needed to know.
"Mrs. Rose-sama is being picked up now. I am recovering from an injury, so forgive my appearance. Mrs. Pine-sama is still unaccounted for as well as the rest of the advance team. We've received no data on their radios, or suit beacons, but the shuttle as far as we can tell crashed far up north past the mountain ranges. The air is breathable, very verdant, yet 90% of plants are orange. I have a more complete report here, but........we also detected a small craft of unknown origin during the battle. Data is spotty at best, but it crashed somewhere around here.", Seraphina Cerulius said as she shuffled into the hangar and over to the pair. She had a large blood stain from the wound she had received earlier, which was not patched up, but she hadn't changed clothes with everything that had happened. Her right dove like wing's pure white was marred by stains of crimson. She handed over the pad, pointing to a area near the coast on the map she had pulled up before doing so. When Jack tapped the screen, a very zoomed out image popped up. In it was a hard to make out given the distance, but an odd shaped blur of a craft was barely made out.
"Thank you Sera. I'll review this, you go rest now. You've more then earned it.", Jack said idly as he looked over the compiled data with swipes of his armored index finger.
HALLS NEAR MEDBAY 2
Kessler Ryzka, and Mark Tazar were helping still clear up debris as well as help wounded into the medbay. All the enemy remains had been collected, burned, and converted to large graphene blocks. They were planned to be used to build a monument someday to both all the lives lost, and to mark the day they reached what was hopefully going to be home. The two men lifted metal, their shirts now scuffed, singed, and dirtied from the grueling process.
The wall hadn't been repaired yet, the large slagged hole that used to be the double doors into the medbay still open, but most damage inside had been repaired. The doctors scurried about trying to treat the flood of patients that had filled the medbays shortly after the battle had ended. Mark Oaklen, and Neera Pine both lay in their assigned beds. Mark had been brought in all but broken, his condition critical from the battle on the bridge. Neera had somehow despite even worse odds, managed to survive, but was stuck in a comatose state for the time being.
The ex-demon queen Orias, sat watching over them quietly. Her gaze had been more to Mark at the majority of the time, a connection from her time trapped within his mind, just something she couldn't ignore. Her wings rustled as she sat, inwardly worried, even though she tried not to show it. Her tail for once was out in the open, hanging behind the stool she sat upon, the bony appendage swaying. She had made it through with only some tarnishing to her elegant dress, and with two confirmed kills, she was rather pleased with herself in that regard.
"I trust they will be treated with the utmost care doctor?", She asked as one of the doctors from before was passing by.
