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 alligator-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.

 

[Damaske]

Lenna was moving back to the cargo bay when the Klaxons went off and then her com pad beeped. Taking out the pad the ship's AI Sobek was informing the captain of what was going on outside with radar and vision "Shit I think that is the cargo ship we are meeting to meet. They are under attack! Ready yourself Sobek, sound general quarters! Page the crew, tell them we are going to combat readiness." The AI interrupts "Three more contacts have appeared and are saving the transport." Lenna looks at the screen "Oh ok, stand down combat readiness."

This had happened so fast that the Alarms within Sobek never went off, and no commands were announced. Lenna's and Dom's compads beeped and Lenna looked at the new message. Yep, that was the ship that they were waiting on, Lenna sent a message back asking if they could contact her when they could as she wanted to know if they knew why they had come under attack and by whom.

Lenna stepped up to Dom and growled " Hey Dom, that's the ship we were waiting on that was attacked. welp, now we know why they are late. Let's just hope that it is not related to our cargo. " Then seeing the one called D3 rush up and hold up a pad toward her as she takes a knee to read the message and returns a nod and thumbs up. Before standing back up and looking at the crew of the Sobek.

With a huff, Nikicon lands near the top of the cargo bay ramp and then rushes over to Lenna "What's going on!" Lenna catches Nikicon up as she gasps. "wow, I hope it's not the cargo we will be carrying. " Lenna shakes her head saying "No we are carrying mostly foodstuffs for the colony, and some personal items that are undeclair... holy shit." it dawns on Lenna as she blinks " um it might be, fuck." she hits the hull of the Sobek with a fist.

Lenna seeing Holgi on all four barrels toward the ship and nods, seeing more of the crew rush back she nods and then says " We are standing down, If you got the call for combat it is being withdrawn, stand by as it is the ship we have been awaiting As soon as the cargo is loaded we are going to leave for Sood Zadra. Nikicon, Stan get with the research team and see if the Sobek can handle a max hyperspace speed. We will need to get back quickly Run the drive hot if we need too. "

Nikicon and stan look at each other and then Nikicon nods "doubt it but we will see. Then she was gone once more hopping into the ship before getting in the hallway and was gone. Lenna sighed moving to pinch the bridge of her nose as she looked at the rest of the crew. "The station is going to be busy, stay out of the way, If you were not already doing something on the station getting supplies " Lenna looks over toward Holgi, "Get back to work if you're not doing something, help move the cargo in and get it ready to go!"

 

[Primitive Polygon]

"...Hölger's job is to ask peöple zee medykul quezion zhough???..."

 

[Damaske]

Seeing the crew start to move about getting back to work and Holgi's confused look Lenna moves over and then asks "Yes, but were you not on the station getting supplies for the ship?"

Meanwhile, Nikicon was rushing toward the engineering section after stopping to get another of the Suits that Lenna got for the ship since her last one was fried. This one also has the grounding wire installed that saved her from harm in her previous accident. Reaching the engineering section finding it empty she blinks "Odd where is the research team?" Looking about confused, she shrugs her shoulders and begins to move from console to console typing in commands and waking up monitor after monitor within the engineering section as she tries to get a read of the condition of the hyperspace drive. The results look promising except for a read of a possible failure that can cascade into complete failure with a 0.05% chance. Climbing back into the dark passageway as she moved to look at the parts of the hyperspace drive, making sure the hyperjets were not clogged, and all the circuits were working.

Getting back out Nikicon pulls up her com pad and sends a message to Lenna with her findings of the Hyperspace drive. Receiving the message Lenna nods and then sends a message back to get things ready for the trip back. If she needed to she could get Zeck to help.

Outside the Sobek in the station, there were many personnel running about some in fire fighting gear as the damaged transport slowly moved to pull in next to the Sobek. Most of the fires on the outside were stopped but there was still smoke pouring from sections of the transport, as with a few primary drives that were damaged and not working, The craft was not slowing down as fast as it should be and the call went out to D3 to aid with the docking of the damaged ship.

Once docked many crew rushed inside the transport with fire-fighting gear and other much-needed materials for repair. An hour later the ship started to unload the contents that were not damaged in the attack many large containers of mollusks were shoved over toward the Sobek, each was very large and labeled with "Fragile", "Keep from freezing", "Protect from vacuum", and "Live product, rush delivery". Most of the cargo unloaded and pushed toward the Sobek was these, there were a few smaller containers some marked "Fragile", others with "warning live ordnance"

 

[MrPrescription]

"Not a day since I got hired and this happens...greaaat"

Leonard flinched when he noticed the huge alligator thing charging in his direction at the very last second, only for it to stop before it trampled him. "Doctor Holgi? Uuuh Leonard Mateo Cearalo" He winced, were the klaxons getting louder or his hearing more sensitive? It was hard to tell. "Does the captain know I'm here-" He swerved out of the way of some cargo coming on board. "-or should I wait until after we're done for a face-to-face?"

He noticed Dom, the one person that sat right above him in terms of position on this ship running around and decided to go do his job. "Nevermind, I'm leaving the paperwork for after!" Leonard said and ran in the opposite direction to help with the seemingly endless stream of cargo, both legit and probably less-than-legal, the tail of his coat flying in the wind as he ran.

 

[SaltDoesArt]

HX-17 System
Detritus Station
Cargo Dock

Neviss had been in the middle of attempting a diagnostic of her Wayfarer shuttle when the alarms went off. She instinctively went to stand up to figure out what was happening, and smacked her snout on the bottom of the ship's hull as a result. A string of inaudible curses later, she'd uncoiled herself from below the vessel and looked around, listening to the announcement. "Oh, great. Just what I needed." She muttered to herself.

The eel took a glance around the hangar, noting that the crew of one ship in particular were picking up the pace given the circumstances of the alarm. She looked back to her ship, and sighed. She needed to be on Sood Zadra as soon as possible, and here her ship was not even flight capable. Not to mention she was a bit light on funds. Her gaze shifted back to the large ship, and with some reluctance, she gathered a bag of her most important gear from her vessel before making her way to the larger ship as quickly as possible.

Neviss had made her way to the Sobek's landing ramp, trying to wave down any of the ship's crew that were in the process of loading cargo. "Hey, any of you know where your captain is? I need to get to Sood Zadra as soon as I can, and my ship is as good as scrap right now. Plus, y'know, I could use a little extra spending money if you lot need more hands." She shouted, hoping to get someone's attention at least.

 

[Yuuki]

"LENNA! LENNA!" The imperious, stridently insistent voice of none other than Baroness Soon Bardoon crackle-boomed out over all of the Sobek's comms, as well as Lenna's personal communicator on a priority override channel that was supposed to be for emergency use.

"Where are my nonapods? I only have three SSCC-Medium of them left! What will I do if I am trapped on this snowball without even the most basic and simple comforts I allow myself?" Her voice became somewhat of a whine as she droned on and on over the comms.

"Are you there? LENNA? Pick Up!"

 

[Sosina]

HX-17 System
Detritus Station
Cargo Dock

D3 sat there making sure her ship was ready at a moments notice, and as she sat there doing a double check the Dockmaster showed up on her vid screen "D3 We need you out there the ship can't slow down properly, Tug Activities requested.. bring them in safe" D3 gave a little Salutes she got the ship going typing out rapidly with one hand and sending a message to the Dockmaster and the personnel around that she was heading out.

"This is D3 heading out for emergency Tug Activities, notice to all friendly Vessels, This ship is a Tug on mission from Detritus Station, stay clear of flight path and tug path to dock yard, Docking crews remain on ready" with the message sent and her ship already halfway out the docks, D3 set her course and flew the overpowered Tug to the distressed ship. the smaller and faster ship easily able to close the distance rapidly to take up it's tug Duties and she started lining up with it.

"Incoming ship this is D3 Emergency Tug, I am sending notice that I am to help decelerate and guide your ship into a proper and safe docking, do not be alarmed" the message sent as she was matching speed and setting the magnetic clamps, adhering her ship to the larger ships hull, and she hit a slowly growing reverse burn to slow the massive Cargo ship down.

Now one would assume that with the difference in sizes of the ships in question that this maneuver wouldn't work, however the small Wayfinder shuttle had a massive powerplant and engines that while they didn't match the size of the Cargo ship, they seemed to have been optimized for power and it was defiantly putting out enough building thrust to slow the massive cargo ship down. without the alterations made to the ship it likely wouldn't have been able to preform such a feat.

With the Wayfinder attached to the larger vessel it started to slow, then alter course and pitch to get it to a proper Docking Orientation. Slowly the ship came into the docking bay far enough away from other ships that the Tug could detach easily later, and not cause issues with it's custom engine, after guiding the ship in and making sure it was secured D3 detached her ship and flew back to her original docking position setting her ship back to a resting state before she started to fill out an incident report while scooting out onto the docking bay floor once more, as she wasn't requested for firefighting or maintenance duties, likely because she still had to make room for the now off boarding supplies from the cargo ship as the other teams did their work.

 

[Charaa]

Mileena eventually made her way back onto the ISS Sobek after lingering for a while near Detritus Station’s observation deck. The tension in the air had eased somewhat, and from the chatter she overheard, it seemed the station’s personnel were handling the situation. Still, she couldn’t shake a lingering unease. “Foodstuffs for the colony and some undeclared personal items,” she murmured, her sharp hearing catching Nikicon and Lenna’s convorsation. “Yeah, I’ve got a feeling I know why that ship was attacked. Smugglers, maybe. Or someone trying to get rid of evidence.” Her voice was low, more to herself than anyone else. “I just hope this doesn’t bring trouble to us.”

Instinctively, her hands moved to pat her thighs, where her concealed cybernetic implants rested beneath her fur—a pair of Concealed Assault Turrets that could deploy in an instant. The thought of using them brought her some comfort. “If it does, though,” she said softly, a faint smirk curling her lips, “I think I can handle any boarders that come our way.”

As she stepped into the dimly lit corridor of the Sobek, her reflection in a polished panel caught her attention. The soft fur of her orange and white coat, her expressive eyes, and the natural way she carried herself—all of it concealed the truth of what she was. It had been some time since her crewmates learned she was a cyborg, but the revelation had been surprising even to her closest friends. She had always taken care to blend in, to avoid being judged or treated differently.

Most of the crew only knew about her Plasma Claws, the sleek retractable weapons she’d displayed during introduction. But the turrets, as well as a few other enhancements, were secrets she kept close. It wasn’t a matter of distrust; it was simply the way she preferred it. There was power in being underestimated.

Still, as she moved through the Sobek’s corridors, she couldn’t help but think of how that power came at a cost. The cybernetic augmentations had made her stronger, faster, and deadlier—but they also set her apart in ways that weren’t always easy to navigate. In a galaxy full of diversity, even the anthro races, she sometimes felt more machine than living being. Shaking off the thought, Mileena focused on her surroundings, ears swiveling at the faint hum of the Sobek’s systems. Whatever trouble might come their way, she felt ready. “captain, ma’am, if I am not needed for any repairs, may I go do some maintenance on the Sky Fox?’ she asked as she stopped by Nikicon and Lenna referring to her ship.