RP [Independent-plot] ISS Sobek

[MrPrescription]

"Finally, I was getting bored sitting around"

His eyes zeroed in on Dom, would the fatigue in his eyes show ? That was a question for him to ponder later, now he actually had something to do. "Work? That's good. The opposite would be concerning" Leonard dusted off his coat and followed Dom, electing to keep it on rather than take it off, there was a strange draft inside the ship and he wasn't sure if it was only him that noticed it.

The oddly casual Silanbar wandering about caught his attention for ten seconds before the rest of the ship's occupants did. Mostly humans here and there like himself, thank god. A hare anthro that looked a little too excited to be there. A certain 'D3' his ears kept picking up sounded interesting but Leonard wasn't about to break rank over it and wander off, he had a job to do, after so long.

 

[Sosina]

D3 looked at the large dragon nurse as she spoke and gave her a candy, looking to the candy for a moment D3 blinked then gave a thumbs up to Holgi the small creatures eyes having light up with joy as she seemed to regard the little candy as some treasure, seeming about to simply rip it open and enjoy before stopping a moment and taking out a list of rules for the cargo floor before nodding and ripping the cover off the treat and popping it into her mouth. As she did so a look of contentment grew on the small females face as she finished up her work and then scooted off still enjoying the treat as she had other tasks to perform while still under the temporary employ of the station.

One of those said tasks was a quick walk around with her tools to make sure the myriad of different equipment they had in the cargo area was in working order, they had mechanics and the like but they focused on the larger more important systems and tools and only really took a look at the smaller things when there wasn't anything larger in need of being looked at, which on a station like this was a rarity, all the work caused the machinery to require constant maintenance, and they tended to replace rather then maintain the smaller things, Like the lift previously.

Walking over to a little marked off area where more of the lifts were lined up for repairs D3 started to go through them and doing diagnostics and visual inspections of them to make sure she was fixing the right things, before taking her tools and starting in on damaged motivators, worn down rotational joints, misaligned hoists, and out of spec settings. things like this happened with so many cargo hands and the massive amounts of various cargo that came through the station and a lot of people forgot to reset things back or just plain didn't know how to.

Thankfully it didn't take to long to finish the work on the few she needed to get up and running quickly and soon she was scooting off again to take stock of the foodstuffs that they were waiting to load onto a ship that was meant to take it back somewhere, and once there she started to go over the manifest to ensure it was all there and ready for loading even making sure to clearly mark was what the more fragile of the cargo for ease of loading.

 

[Damaske]

HX-17 System
Detritus staition


The station klaxon sounds off, "All gunnery personnel, man your stations! All gunnery personnel to your stations!" There was a pause. Then another message came on: "Incoming ship under attack, Hold fire unless station comes under attack." Then the lights dimmed, and red lights started to slowly light up and dim as the station went into Combat readiness.

There is a Kuvenaxin transport ship that has been hit a few times smoking and on fire in places There are a ton of small fighter pods attacking the ship, as with a few small craft attacking the ones attacking the transport, and a cruiser that is attempting to stop the transport. Dropping from hyperspace are two guns ship that open fire on the battlepods, and a battlecruiser drops from hyperspace and moves to block the attacking cruiser firing a full broadside of warning shots at it. Before the attacking cruiser peels off and the battle pods pull away. The two gunships follow the transport into the station and the battlecruiser moves to make sure the other cruiser keeps bugging out. The transport, gunships, and battlecruiser have the icon of Quallox Vaibal on their sides.

The station sounds the klaxon once more and announces "Fire crews to incoming ship, Gunnery crews stand by but do not leave the station holding area. Repeat, Fire crews to incoming ship, and stand by gunnery crews. The com pads for Lenna, and Dom ping as an incoming message comes to them. The is the following "Incoming ship has notified that station that you are expecting them. They request time to repair before unloading cargo."

D3 may or may not have got a notice of the same incoming ship also.

 

[Charaa]

HX-17 System
Detritus staition
Mileena observed her fellow crewmates aboard the ISS Sobek, her keen eyes taking in their various interactions. As a Fox anthro, she’d always felt like she was on the edge of the group, aware of her differences and the secrets she carried. Her mind wandered to her past, a history entangled with secrets she rarely allowed herself to think about—especially now that a member of the D3 species was aboard. Talking about it had crossed her mind, though the thought brought unease. She imagined the surprise and maybe even judgment she might face, and so, Mileena chose silence.

Her gaze drifted to Nikicon, her closest friend—a Snowshoe Hare anthro with an easygoing demeanor that had always put Mileena at ease. She wanted to confide in her, to unburden the weight of her past to someone she trusted, but a familiar hesitancy held her back. She knew she could count on Nikicon, but what would she think?
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Detritus Station’s klaxon blared, a harsh sound that made her ears twitch and her senses sharpen. The automated voice rang through the corridors, “All gunnery personnel, man your stations! All gunnery personnel to your stations!” The message was clear: something was approaching.
There was a pause before the voice continued, “Incoming ship under attack. Hold fire unless the station itself comes under threat.”

Mileena’s fur bristled involuntarily as the station shifted into combat readiness. The overhead lights dimmed, replaced by the slow pulsing of red warning lights, casting a tense glow over everything. Being a crewmember of the ISS Sobek rather than the station meant she didn’t have a designated role in its defenses. She glanced around, noting the station personnel moving with purpose, each knowing their position and duty. She winced as the klaxon sounded again, the loudness prickling her sensitive ears. Though she wasn’t assigned to a gunnery station, the unease in the air stirred her instincts. A part of her felt she should do something, anything, to help—especially if Nikicon or others she cared about were in danger.

 

[Sosina]

HX-17 System
Detritus Station

D3 was in the middle of doing her checks for the cargo that was meant to be heading out that day when the claxon sounded, she looked up and blinked a moment as the alert was sent out and she nodded and put her pad away and scooted towards her ship, As she passed the Sobek she waved to the crew still there and typed out a quick message for them and scooted up to them so they could read it. "Please stay close to your ship as the docking bay will become very busy with fighters getting ready to scramble at a moments notice, as well as damaged fighters returning for repairs if called out. We are also going to be having a damaged ship come in so there will be emergency responders rushing through. Thank you for your understanding" after making sure the crew's captain and second and anyone within easy reach got to read her message D3 gave a wave then scooted back down their loading ramp and to her ship.

Once inside she started the start up sequence, the already high at rest readings going up as the ship entered an active state, running lights activating and systems quickly coming online as the powerful Engines readied, and soon it was clear the ship had much more power output then a ship it's size should have any right to have. With her ship now on full combat stand by D3 sent a message to the Security head and the Dockmaster "D3 Reporting ready for combat sortie and Emergency tug duties as per contract! also ready to join any repair or emergency response efforts once the ship docks" she sent the message as she moved supplies near her ships door for her to quickly grab if needed for first response, tool kit, first aid kit, and other emergency gear ready to go at a moments notice.

And so D3 waited for the call to action on the one of many different roles she could place should it dome to being needed, as she considered the amount of work needed on the station and contemplated on if they would need the services of a D3 for a longer term, If so she could contact or produce other D3's to help out here on a more permanent basis. But that was a concern for later after the current situation was dealt with.

 

[Primitive Polygon]

Landing Ramp

Mercury continued to load cargo exactly as ordered. Something about the precise, mechanical nature with which they marched about made one think they'd keep on stacking exactly as instructed, even if an object was clearly mislabelled. Perhaps this was a form of proving her dedication, in some skewed way?

Holgi on the other hand was slightly deeper into the station when the sirens started ringing out, at first assuming they'd gotten in trouble by accidently wandering into some restricted area. But the distant kalaxons escalating and the random staff rushing about soon caused them to check their communication tab, and get to the root of what was happening back at the ship.

Based on previous experience of space battles, she expected the Sobek might immediately depart to get out of the situation- and thus the dragon immediately returned to her home vessel with fully half of the supplies she set out to obtain. A diagnostic scanner for androids and cyborgs. Remote nanomachines for fine-scale cybernetics work. Temporary bypass connectors, spare batteries, and lots of molecure tape.

People didn't get in her way much- On all fours, the horse-like sound of the massive galloping lizard was enough to make them dive into alcoves out of sheer confusion. "Very kindly.~" She altigator-trotted with pride, misidentifying this as respecting her very precious new doctor-rank.

Back up the landing ramp, a head count began, ensuring that none of the current crew had already been injured by accident in the sudden rush. There was a new human. Apparently D3 had been officially hired by the captain as well.

"You are hire? You are the humans, yes?" She asked the unfamiliar man, pulling out her digi-pad and stylus to take notes. With the overbearing strum of red emergency lighting, the long neck of the scraggly alien gave her the visage of a stop motion puppet whilst she looked him up and down, under the armpits and at the back of his head. "I am doctor Holgi, I take care.... Anything not normal you kill by, tell me now okay? You have name?"

A gruff whale-eyed glance at the diminutive D3 going about their duties... She'd have to find some way of communicating with them eventually...

Didn't seem like anybody else was unaccounted for.