RP: Yome Ismâopate [Mission 2.2] Return and recover.

Murr's Den -> Damira Ruosa

Alpin was pleased that both Maili and Murr had agreed to help him and Yanga get the ship working again. He also wasn't completely unaware of the talk going on via the vines once he spotted the one around Murr's wrist. Alpin led them along and when Murr bumped into him he automatically reached out to gently steady the smaller Tula so she didn't fall over. "Thanks for agreeing to help." He added as they reached the Damira Ruosa finally. "Yanga will appreciate it." He nodded towards the spot where his brother had wiggled down into the crawl space. "Down there and you'll want this. It's still smoky." Alpin offered up the remaining oxygen breather and let the pair decide who went down and who remained with him.

Damira Ruosa

Murr took the oxygen breather from Alpin, putting it on. Even though the work was out of her league, Murr wiggled into the opening down next to Yanga to assist him. Venturing into parts of the ship that was new to her. Even handling explosives had technical components.

She tapped Yanga on the shoulder once she gotten herself settled to assist him. Quickly typing on her wrist computer, once she gotten his attention, showed what se had typed. :: I'm Murr Whisk. Whose you? I'm here to lend a paw. ::

She showed Yanga what she had typed.

From the Intercom came the voice of Leagar, "Sar Miali, report to the Bridge."

Damira Ruosa

Miali was about to help out as well, when she heard her voice called out by what she remembered as the ship's senior Âdornorpa'a. "Oops, looks like that's my cue... I think you have this well in hand though." She gave Alpin a little elbow in his side playfully, too. "Catch you later... roomie." Murr could also feel one more thought pulsing through her mind as the distance increased between them. ~Got to head topside to bridge duties, good luck down there! I'm always hooked up to the vine if you need to chat.~

Jyaon Ruo'sa

The Tuoro hurried back up to deck 3 and made her way to the command center of the ship without delay. Being present on the bridge always inspired a certain kind of awe and wonder in Miali, as its operations were so much more complex than a simple Flitter or Gulvisa, and it was abuzz with activity after the recent attack. She tried to shake off that feeling, though, as she gave a respectful salute in the direction of the Overwatch where the Tin-Ta'a was sitting, before making her way over to the front of the bridge to the helm stations that Leager Roveis was manning. "Sar Syavis, reporting for duty, Sâvyjo'sa!" spoke she with an eager twinkle in her violet eyes to the female Qaktoro pilot, as the chance to come up here and play with the big boys was a welcome change of pace (even if it meant more boring work overall).

Damira Ruosa

Yanga's once pristine white fur was covered in dark soot, dust, and other such gunk from the broken generator and it made particularly interesting patterns across his fur further down. When he felt the tap on his shoulder he pulled his head out of his work and twisted around a little to look at her and then down to the communicator on her wrist. He took note of the vine as well and he gave her a grin and a nod. "Nice to meet you Murr. I'm Yanga Lupaie." He turned his attention back to the generator and then passed her the light he was using. "I just need you to hold that right there for me while I work this little part here free." Of course with two hands he was more than capable of managing to wiggle said part free and set it aside. Yanga also seemed to get that Murr was mute, giving her a quick walk through and visual tutorial of a few of the tools and parts she would need to hand him, and then he got back to work. They could chat later, right now the Yome needed this fixed, up and running.

Damira Ruosa

Murr gave a tail wave of acknowledgement to Maili, but she was already scampering off on her new assignment. She shivered unnoticed at eerie intrusion in her mind. But knowing it was Maili. It eased the discomfort.

Murr nodded as she took the light and held in it a manner that would not blind him, yet give him maximum lighting as she would want someone who held a light for her to do the same. Once part came free and set aside, she passed it up to Alpin if he was still hanging around.

When Yanga pointed out the tools and parts he would need. She paid attention to his instructions as she held the light shining down into the area where he was working. When ever he called out for a tool or parts. It was placed in the paw that Yanga held out to receive the items, taking the tools that weren't needed to be replaced by the tool that he needed. Or part requested. She kept the light steady and shifted it when instructed by Yanga to give him the maximum lighting he needed to do a good job.

Wapoin Ruosa


When La'tâ finished and let Memi lay there for a minute, He grumbled and shifted just a hair.The pain was slipping into his fog addled head, causing him to come back to the land of the living, in a most painful sort of way. Groaning and eye opened up and looked around the room before sealing up again tightly. His left hand slowly raised up and gingerly probed the offending areas of his head.

Bridge

Leagar secured her station, then stood. She looked at Miali. "Sâvyjo Syavis, come take this station. We are going to be doing something that few Fighting Ships have done. We will be landing at a Sky Harbor on Âmuar . Familiarize yourself with the standard approach procedures. Going to let you bring the ship down and depending on how well you do. I may let you take care of landing.

On the console the ship's flight path was outlined as the ship spead to Âmuar using its secondary FTL.

Damira Ruosa

Alpin took the parts passed up to him and passed down other parts as Yanga asked for them and sooner rather than later he fitted the last piece into place and motioned for her to scoot back out of the crawl way and into the room above. Yanga followed, dragging his tools after him and then he let Alpin fish him out and set him on his feet. "That should do it." He murmured, mostly to himself, as he accessed the control panel and ran the diagnostic again. "Thanks for your help Murr." Yanga flashed her his barred fangs and went back to watching the screen in front of him. Alpin barred his own fangs and ruffled Murr's hair gently. "Yes, thanks." He echoed.

Damira Ruosa::

Murr grimaces baring her teeth as she hated to have her hair ruffled. But they was thanking her for her help. She nodded to them and took off down the corridor. With nothing to do, or assignments in the near future, it was time to get a good meal. She took off down the corridor, feeling quite pleased with herself. Three more friends to add to the growing list. Her tail weaving back and forth behind her as she disappeared down the corridor to the ship's lounge to get a meal as it was getting close dinner time. At least for her shift on the ship.

Wapoin Ruosa

La'tâ noticed the groaning and turned back to Memi giving a soft smile before moving back over. "You woke up sooner than expected, how are you feeling?" There was a hint of relief in her voice as she gave him her caring gaze. "If you feel anything unusual let me know."

Wapoin Ruosa

Looking up at La'tâ, Memi forceda half grin on his tired wet face, "Like a ship fell on me... What happened? Are we back on the station yet MoMe?" He ask who he thought was his sister. "Our family will be upset if we are late again tonight." Grunting he tried to sit up. His head spun and he felt like he was going to throw up, but laying back down he felt a bit better.

Bridge

Miali was genuinely excited when the position at the Makoa Kâbo'ka was offered to her by the higher-ranked Âdornorpa'a for the last leg of the journey to the Sky Harbor, made even more so by the fact this was a rare occurrence for a Fighting Ship to do. "It's an honor to assist you, Sar Leager, I'll be sure to take it easy," replied the silver-furred Tuoro as she found a seat gracefully and flexed her paws like a musician sitting down before a grand performance. She studied the layout of the keypad controls for a moment as she slipped the attached communications headset on, bringing back to her mind her training courses for the procedures on navigating a large vessel such as the Yome Nuiqai class to which the Yome Ismaopate belonged to. Of note was also the damage to some of the primary ship systems as a result of the explosive end of the Âmuso Ibâka, though Miali made sure that she had the required green lights on everything necessary for fine maneuvering.

The only thing she truly missed was the coziness of a Flitter cockpit, though, as the open air of a chair on the Bridge somehow seemed to lack that dramatic immersion with the craft you were piloting. Maybe that neural linkup implant that she noted the Qaktoro woman was equipped with helped with that sensation? As she began to take the controls directly now and follow the approach vector that was laid out by Tasi on the screen to Âmuar, Miali decided to pose the question to her trainer to make some small talk while the FTL trip into system proceeded apace. "Sar, you have an Iginâ Yoqa in your head, right? I've always been a little curious... how does it work exactly?"

Wapoin Ruosa

La'tâ looked confused at Memi's response she did not know any going by Mome, but as Memi spoke things became a little more clear. "Sar Sotar, you are not back at the Sotâka Ruomâqi you are on board the Yome Ismâopate. Do you not remember being assigned here?"

Gianate Ruo'sa (Eating Room)

Murr entered Giante Ruo'sa, seeing a few others already there. She gathered her tray and cutlery, before helping herself her portion of the prepped meal. Those that noticed her, yelled their approval at getting one of the new armors, The Dahome, destroyed, Putting her in the limelight as the rest looked at her expectantly for the story which sure was to be interesting to all.

Murr took her time in choosing a seat. Once her tray of food was on the table and paws free, to Paw-Speak. A lot of those present could understand her way of communication and would softly translate to those unfamiliar with
it.

Murr launched into the story with full enthusiasm as she stood at her spot at the table, giving the accounting of facing a much stronger opponent and substance, reliving and retelling of her adventure aboard the now demised Ibaku.

They yowled and purred and growled as they gave their approval of such an honored telling of how in the process of saving two Baqli, Team Medic and the great teamwork the four of them bonded together to take down such a worthy opponent. Murr praised La'ta, Sogi, and Tota for their quick actions in preserving her life, making them heroes just as much as she was.

Even those that wished ill upon Murr for her handicap, they loved a good war story or two no matter where it came from, even though they went through the motions of making it look like she made the story up and gave open teasing insult but with the respect to a fellow team and crew of the Ismaopate which time and again Murr had proven herself in duty, being honorable and reliable in knowing she would give a paw in need regardless whom asked it of her.

Once the story was finished, Murr sat down and dug into the fast cooling meal. Even with her mouth full, she still could carry on the conversation through paw-speak, answering questions plied to her from various crew members that were presence.

Sitting amongst the group was an intelligence officer who kept quiet and listened with intensively. Every once in a while the Intelligence Agent would throw out a question to clarify a puzzling aspect of her story that wasn't covered in her submitted mission report. The Agent had learned not everything was remembered and knowing how troops like to brag on their prowess to their peers, came up with even more info that was forgotten, yet suddenly remembered in their storytelling in gathering such as in the mess and off duty lounge. He spotted the J-Vine on her wrist. Only other person to have one was Maili, the new pilot.

Bridge

Leagar looked at Miali and considered the question. The truth was the Iginâ Yoqa was more than just a piece of equipment. The more an individual worked with it; the more adept they became. She had her's implanted during her first Kâbo'kai Ojme.

"Sar Miali, the Iginâ Yoqa is a very useful piece of technology. Even just as a way of directly accessing computers and networks. But it has other benefits. In some ways its like a muscle the more you use it, the more you can do. It alters your perception so that you can pickup on more details, even without using artificial sensors.

I find in system travel especially enjoyable, linking into the ship's sensors. Listening to the call of the deep.

Of course there is for some a small risk. Some can get lost in the extra-sensory aspects, and become addicted."

She looked at the flight path and turned to the Tin-Ta'a. "Sar, we are cleared for descent."

Qaedal looked at Leagar, "Allow your trainee to take us down. But make sure she doesn't shake the Yome up too much." He said glancing up from his monitor.

Bridge

Miali listened carefully to the senior pilot describe the experience of the Iginâ Yoqa, nodding her head a few times. "Sounds really groovy, being plugged in like that to everything that's coming in. I'm a big fan of Flitters and Gulvisas because they make you feel like the ship surrounds you, but something like that is a whole new level where you're, like, the ship itself. No doubt some poku might get really high on all those sensations." The concept made the violet eyed Tuoro stop and wonder for a moment if she would ever have that problem, the situation being a lot different than recreational drugs she'd partaken of at her many wild feasts and performances...

Just then the order came from the Tin-Ta'a, and Miali snapped back to attention. She took control of the ship's propulsion systems directly now, calming her breathing. This is no sweat. It's just like an Âdortin'sa Vona'oâ, only bigger, she told herself, as the Tuoro began to rev down the Tinvymai Tyokame drives for space use and bring the Heim Force Generators to full power for the entry into the outer atmosphere. A look of frustration flashed across her face as the display for the systems struggled to reach only 80% and stayed there; Although it would be sufficient by fleet standards, she still had to keep a close eye on things -- Qaedal himself was watching this show after all. "I'm beginning the Yome's descent into Âmuar's atmosphere, Tin-Ta'a. Heim Force Generators are not at full strength, so hold onto your lapurnium's everyone," Miali advised with both the hint of concern, but also the fact she was loosening up and throwing herself into the challenge fully.

Although the ship brain Tasi was advising her to use a standard approach vector slightly down and nose first, the Âdornorpa'a altered it slightly and pitched the large gunship back more level, coming in like a wing or glider. In this way more of the upper atmosphere would strike the underside and slow the descent, requiring less power overall from the Heim Force Generators. This ran the risk of increased turbulence, though, and so she began firing the 48 Gean Vymasa thruster arrays in a dance of xenon particles about the hull to keep the craft stable and compensate for inconsistencies in the power level as they appeared. Hopefully, this would prevent the ship from shaking too much and slow descent until the Sky Harbor's tractors could take over...

Bridge

Leagar watched the flight path that Maili was following, and noticed that she was opting for some atmospheric braking. She looked over at Qaedal and gave a nod of approval. She then turned to the shield control, "Configure defense shields for atmospheric breaking." She called out to them. She then looked back at Miali, "Something to remember, since the hull has taken damage, shields will keep the heat from penetrating anything critical."

From the shield room a voice called out. "Defense shields reconfigured, and at 85%."

On the view screen the rarified atmosphere the Yome was plunging through was super heating into a plasma that flowed along the shields looking like fire.

Bridge

Miali seemed to be sweatig a little bit, as managing the entry of a craft of this size was taxing. She flicked her whiskers in annoyance as she wondered if the higher ups thought this was the wise way to go. "...sorry, I should have thought of that first. I was trying a slow descent just in case the power dropped on me suddenly, and to spread the re-entry heat out for a smoother ride. What a great atmosphere this planet has, even this far out from the gravity well. No wonder its called 'Dream'," commented the Tuoro as she moved to bring the clan ship down more steadily now.

Giante Ruo'sa

Murr glared as the turbulence caused her to miss her drink as it slid off the table onto her lap, spilling her drink on her. A few who witnessed the accident snickered at Murr. Then it smoothed some as the ship descended deeper into the atmosphere of the planet. She quickly wiped up the excess fluids. Finishing up her meal as she kept everything else on the table. She listened to the few grumbles of the others about the crappy flying and getting revenge on Leagar, unknowingly it was Miali at the controls, not Leagar.

Murr nodded her acceptance to be part of the crew to get revenge with the rest of those in the room with her. Typical response to being embarrassed by a more experienced pilot. Paw-speaking with the others as they planned out on how to get even for the crappy flying. For they knew Leagar could set down scrap-metal of a ship as light as a feather landing on a cracked egg without causing more damage to either the ship or the cracked egg.