Fian
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Due to the number of military shuttles leaving the planet at the time an escort wing of N/F-As were brought in. The ship-based multi purpose fighters weaved through the lazy ion trails of the mini transport fleet. The wavy lines distorted the view of Nepleslia down below, which otherwise looked exactly the same as always, seemingly unmoved and unaffected by the young men and women sallying forth in her defence.
Triggering their CDD's, each shuttle raced into the horizon of space in different directions, taking their leave of each other. What would have taken a century using conventional drives was reached within hours as the shuttle jumped out of space near Starbase Golding light years away from the core Nepleslian planets.
There were still superficial damage to the station surface, but thankfully to offset the insecurity elements of the 1st Assault Fleet were directly docked to or in orbit around the station. The work crews weren't idling for the three days since the attack and have fully repaired all essential systems on the Golding. There were a long line of them just outside the damaged warehouse section, just starting the long task of returning all the crates littered around the station back where they belonged.
The shuttle passed over the drydocks where the NSS Acadia and its sister ship the NSS Emden were constructed, except neither S1 Hray was there. The last the marines heard of the Emden was when it jumped into deep space to escape the pirates, while the Acadia was stationary a few kilometres above the docks in close proximity with a Red-Hill class transport.
The S1 Hray is just about the same size as the basic Nepleslian hauler, except it has twice the amount of point defences and a large assortment of primary and secondary batteries powerful enough to give any ship a run for its money. While NSS Dust Devil was easily seen on the Red-Hill, the printed words of the NSS Acadia could only be seen as the shuttle neared the hangar doors. Unlike other combat vessels, the deck space of the Hray class is just large enough to make landings possible, but small enough for it to be bloody difficult. The deck crew made themselves scarce until the shuttle made a wobbly touchdown.
"All right." Fian stood up, medal case and IPG file under one arm. The black lines under his eyes were gone after he took a 'shore leave' of his own in the form of a few hours nap. He was slightly happy that they finally made it to their assigned ship at last. "We've not received the full crew complement yet, so there should be a lot of empty rooms. Bunk up two to one, take a shower and assemble at the briefing room at..." Here he looked at his watch. "... 0930 hours, that's thirty minutes from now."
A blast of air smelling strongly of fresh paint surged into the cabin as the airlock doors were open. "I'm going to have a chat with the Captain." The Master Chief smoothed out his uniform and then stepped through the doors, executing a salute to a Navy Officer at the foot of the stairs who promptly returned in kind. He was presumably Captain Esther's replacement, no additional details could be deduced from the stained windows of the shuttle.
Both officers disappeared from sight, leaving the lower ranked soldiers to their devices.
Triggering their CDD's, each shuttle raced into the horizon of space in different directions, taking their leave of each other. What would have taken a century using conventional drives was reached within hours as the shuttle jumped out of space near Starbase Golding light years away from the core Nepleslian planets.
There were still superficial damage to the station surface, but thankfully to offset the insecurity elements of the 1st Assault Fleet were directly docked to or in orbit around the station. The work crews weren't idling for the three days since the attack and have fully repaired all essential systems on the Golding. There were a long line of them just outside the damaged warehouse section, just starting the long task of returning all the crates littered around the station back where they belonged.
The shuttle passed over the drydocks where the NSS Acadia and its sister ship the NSS Emden were constructed, except neither S1 Hray was there. The last the marines heard of the Emden was when it jumped into deep space to escape the pirates, while the Acadia was stationary a few kilometres above the docks in close proximity with a Red-Hill class transport.
The S1 Hray is just about the same size as the basic Nepleslian hauler, except it has twice the amount of point defences and a large assortment of primary and secondary batteries powerful enough to give any ship a run for its money. While NSS Dust Devil was easily seen on the Red-Hill, the printed words of the NSS Acadia could only be seen as the shuttle neared the hangar doors. Unlike other combat vessels, the deck space of the Hray class is just large enough to make landings possible, but small enough for it to be bloody difficult. The deck crew made themselves scarce until the shuttle made a wobbly touchdown.
"All right." Fian stood up, medal case and IPG file under one arm. The black lines under his eyes were gone after he took a 'shore leave' of his own in the form of a few hours nap. He was slightly happy that they finally made it to their assigned ship at last. "We've not received the full crew complement yet, so there should be a lot of empty rooms. Bunk up two to one, take a shower and assemble at the briefing room at..." Here he looked at his watch. "... 0930 hours, that's thirty minutes from now."
A blast of air smelling strongly of fresh paint surged into the cabin as the airlock doors were open. "I'm going to have a chat with the Captain." The Master Chief smoothed out his uniform and then stepped through the doors, executing a salute to a Navy Officer at the foot of the stairs who promptly returned in kind. He was presumably Captain Esther's replacement, no additional details could be deduced from the stained windows of the shuttle.
Both officers disappeared from sight, leaving the lower ranked soldiers to their devices.
