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RP [OPEN] The Other Side of Hope - More refugees for Yamatai

space - Norian fleet - Sobek D3

While D3 was coordinating her fellows, she noticed the issues with the UNN Maeysi, the energy was spiking and while she didn't understand the workings of their apparently living ships, she knew spiking power like that was not a good sign, so she turned her ship and made her way to the Maeysi in the clutter, sending a message tot hem through the comms "This is D3 of the Independent transport ship Sobek, my Wayfairer shuttle is coming in, I am equipped with robust power system architecture, and have detected you have a massive energy spike on your ship, request permission to hook my ship up to yours to act as a vent for your ships reactor, that may get power back under control, or at the very least provide a release for the building energy"

She sent the text to the Maeysi as she flew up to it and once she got the okay she started to docking and system coupling procedures, she worked quickly, linking the power systems into the distressed ship sending texts to the crew as she worked and identified the power systems as plasma based "I am going link your power systems to my ship and set it up, as I said before, as a emergency release vent, basically I will use my ships power system as a release valve, while I do that please relay to me what would be considered normal readings for your ship so I may regulate it"

She sent that text as she continued to work where she could, working as fast as her little D3 body could go.
 
MG.S.S Constellation
Airlock

RockoThe Plushie nodded her head “Should be, we just need to scan one of your kind, but our AutoDocs likely had already been set up by the time we get there. Rocko began immediately leading the medical way “I, we’d be glad to have your help, Miss, plus I am sure, there might be some who are frightened, so having a familiar face will also help” Rocko said. “by the way, I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself, My name’s Rocko, I’m a prospector, and the Mining Guild’s mascot.” Rocko said with a dip of his fluffy head.

Bridge
The cyborg glanced to the D3 beside her as they attempted to catch her attention. Her cyborg eyes took in the tablet immediately. “excellent work! you may proceed with the delivery” She told her personal assistant. Then she turned to her comms officer, nd spoke “send a messag to the Gyntyc, let them know that we’ll send them the Uranium we have to spare.’ She said firmly. The coms officer didn’t reply as he quickly relayed her message to the Senti Ship.
 
The Senti fleet was careful in its use of their beam cutters for the Norian vessels. In the case of those known to be too far gone to save, those terrible ablative torches were set not to prevent the reactors from running away, but to cut them away, powerful gravity webs holding the breached hulls together like tourniquets as search and rescue teams boarded the wreck, dragging back anything not nailed down into the pressurized and chilled bays of postage freighters and tugboats before leaping through space towards refugee centers.

The Senti had spent the better part of five hundred millenia scavenging derelicts, preventing explosions, and disabling the things that would be devastating if allowed to detonate. So when Gyntyc launched her torpedos, it was without warheads, in stead with canisters of hull patching foam, that the torpedos could be guided to reactors that couldn't be spared. They impacted, hardened, and immediately the full might of the torpedos' engines were brought to bear, warp rings in the missile hull spooling before the runaway reactors were whisked away faster than light by Shuristan built continuum distortion drives.

She acknowledged the MGSS Constellation's message before begining her firing sequence on another reactor, hoping and praying for success. But the math was right. One in four, maybe one in five would not be able to survive this procedure, and the fortunately empty hull burned from within. Though the rift was closed, the ship was a ruined husk, and Gyntyc joined in the sorrowful Leviathan's song. A cursory scan was all that was needed before she moved on, continuing to direct tugs and mining cruisers to reinforce reactor shielding and crush rifts closed with their docking and towing webs. Her weapons should be used for those that were closer to failure, a risk, but saving three in four. Of the rest, options were discussed, decided, and ordered, and she would take no more than a moment to decide which of the three she would be doing.

But she was running through her ammunition fast. And none of her weapons were as inexpensive as Yamataian systems, even for just barely approaching matched capability. She was big, heavily armored and modernized, quality and craftsmanship that would have taken decades to build at the peak of Senti power brought to the modern era, and her crew of Civil Service and veterans of Yamatai and Nepleslia were beginning to realize just how outmatched they would be in actual combat if they were this swamped in a humanitarian mission. She might have taken a dreadnought in her glory days, but not without support, and not without sister ships to help handle the dreadnought's support. And she was alone aside the shadows of her strength found in mining cruisers and tugs and freighters. She would have no sisters, only daughters, and the song of her hull wove that lonesome wail into her mourning of those she could not save. She was a sword, not a caduceus. An old symbol, and little more.

Perhaps war was better left to the young and their new, clean, numerous, and efficient tools. Being the last and simultaneously the first was a delicate point. But Senti are nothing if not stubborn, and so they would continue their work, opening Gyntyc's dorsal bays to receive the Mining Guild's shipments at their convenience.
 
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MG.S.S Constellation - Auger
Auger had been looking for Rocko, her sign going through the crowd until she found him, she rapidly scooted over to him with some aid packs, things to hand out to people in times of emergency, blankets, flavored rations for the hungry to tide them over till real food could be given, water packets, bandages for minor injuries, she was pulling a cart full of them, which was what caused her to take so long to catch up to her Mascot partner

"Rocko I am here!!" the sign Auger carried read as she rushed over with the supplies, already it was evident that many had been handed out, some other D3 running up to the cart to take some of the kits and others refilling the amount on the cart, the D3 as usual working as an efficient team even in all the chaos.




MG.S.S Constellation and Gyntyc - Mining Guild D3

The Permission given the launch order was passed down rapidly, and heavy transports started launching and making their way to the Gyntyc carrying their cargo of Badly needed Uranium rods, the shuttles quickly sending docking requests and getting clearance. On touching down inside the holds of the ship teams of D3 were already scooting out with grav lifts to deliver the rods where they would be needed, staying behind on the Gyntyc once the heavy cargo ship was empty so they could help unloading faster, allowing for a rapid turn around time.

In this way the D3 kept a rapid and even flow of ammo flowing to the ship to allow it to do it's work unimpeded by ammo worries, though this did mean a good amount of D3 where running around the ships halls to the gunnery stations with the ammo on grav skiffs but they managed to order themselves rather rapidly, the silent workers rushing seemingly tirelessly to provide as much aid as possible, even helping in the loading process if required. Though they seemed oddly familiar with the layout of the ancient ship.
 
YSS Resurgence
JP for 12/17/2024


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YSS Resurgence
YE 46.8

Akina System

Pidole called the rest of the away team. She soudned relieved. "I stabilized the power systems and they're in standby mode now. The UNN Taelas is operating on reserve batteries now but they're old and not all there since the ship was not in service anymore. I recommend moving everyone to our ship because I don't know what kind of life support will be left soon. Cassie and I will meet you back at the shuttle," she told her Resurgence crewmates. She kept Bidole close so it could stay inside her Explorer Uniform's air containment forcefield.

As the crew helped the refugees to the shuttle, Captain Aoba called his two mech pilots. "It looks like you two are collecting escape pods. Great idea, feel free to bring them to the Resurgence if necessary," he told Trowa and Sulevi via subspace comms.

Yayoi nodded her head in agreement, "understood" she said simply as she prepared to help Norians into the Resurgence.

Genovus, the elder that had been sitting in the command chair and had told the Resurgence crew to get the others first, was unconcious by the time the team returned to the bridge. His limp form laid over the side of the chair, his slightly different outward appearance more obvious now that he was on his side, the triple points of his ears twitched as he laid there.

Yoshiro had seen him unconcious and ran over to check on Genovus. "Sir! Wake up sir!" Yoshiro shouted, trying to bring him out of his unconcious state. "Poppy, need some help here! He doesn't look so good." He was only trained in first aid and triage so he really didn't know what else to do.

Poppy Pink assessed the Norian man's condition, searching for signs of injuries, and then injected Genovus with a medicine from Advancer Pharmaceuticals that increased the oxygen flow in his bloodstream and also put him on a IV so that he could get some fluids. She placed an oxygen mask over his face and began giving him extra breathing air, while monitoring his vitals with a scanner.

After a bit, Hayden returned for another load of museum memorabilia, and hustled it back to be staged by the shuttle with the rest. He continued to repeat, impressively lifting things display case and all, in order to maximize each load.

Kokoro Hayashi seemed to be in competition with Hayden, attempting to also carry out as many artifacts as she could- in an attempt to outpreform him. She was reasonably careful with what she was carrying.. at the very least.

Sanda had already take two groups of Norian citizens to the shuttles for evac. They were in pretty rough shape, many of them having to be carried on grav gurneys.

"Poppy, is he going to be okay?" Yoshiro asked and sighed.

"Let's get him on a grav gurney and back to the Resurgence," Poppy told Yoshiro. "This ship's atmosphere is basically gone."

Genovus twitched slightly, when Poppy injected him with the Advancer drug, he gained some of his color back. Unlike some of the other Norians she likely treated, he actually seemed to improve from it, as that he was not Norian at all. He groaned, but struggled to fully come to his senses, he could hear them talking but could not make out what they were saying.

Yoshiro grabbed a gurney and placed Genovus gently on the gurney. "Geez, the poor guy has been through a lot hasn't he?" Yoshiro said to Poppy. "I want a piece of whoever did this to them and make them pay for hurting these innocent people.

Poppy caught Genovus's eyes blinking above the mask and she pulled a meter-wide flag of Yamatai out of her suit and showed him its colors, as if to say "You're in the hands of friends." She placed it his hands so he had something to feel while he was transported out. "I think he will be okay," she told Yoshiro. "Do a final check of the bridge to make sure we didn't leave anyone and we'll take him to the shuttle," she ordered.

Genovus squinted to see Poppy better with his blurred vision. He let out a huff, that was more like a sigh of relief. He knew the flag, but he raised his hand and curled a finger as if to usher her closer so he could say something to her.

Poppy looked at Genovus and knew taking the mask off right now was a bad idea. She simply told him, "Talk later, just breath." She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze with her own.

Yoshiro walked around to check the bridge, but saw no other people there. "I hope we get a combat mission againt whoever did this to them. I want to make sure that they don't do thus to anyone else ever again." He said angrily and clenched his fist.

Genovus nodded, although he knew he was in good hands he was also still terrified. He knew he was going to have to keep himself from going unconcious, the last thing he needed was to be unconcious and treated as if he was a Norian.

Sana had helped aid in retrieving survivors from around the ship. She shuffled carefully back to the bridge and stopped next to Genovus. She did not know exactly what he was, but he had helped saved them. So she stuck by his side, she followed wherever the crew of the Resurgence took him. If anything she would make sure that he was not treated as a Norian, though what care he needed he would have to communicate to her somehow.

In a few moments the last of the Norians survivors from the UNN Taelas and the Resurgence's rescue team was back on Beryl's shuttle, Barrels of Fun. Everyone was relieved when the hatch closed and they were all in the shuttle's stable atmosphere.

Yoshiro walked with the refugees to the shuttle. "Are we missing anyone?"

Sanda did a head count. "I think we got them all. Do we do another run to make sure or is our time up?"

"I got one more load of me-mo-ra-bi-li-a," Hayden drawled over the comms. "Everything is set up by the airlock in the bay. Museum stuff don't need no life support."

The Taelas' lights flickered, there was a low dull sound of equipment denenergising as the last of its power drained from its capacitors. It's lifeless hull had served one last purpose, a final honor before it drifted in wait for tow or reclaimation.

"Let'sget these people out of here. We need to get them somewhere safe. This ship has served it's purpose." Yoshiro said.

There was a little dull thud through the hull as one of the Fifth Expeditionary's Asuga-class tugs seized the now-hulked museum ship.

The shuttle gently rocked and rolled as it made its way back to the gunship, landing in the shuttle bay to offload the team and their rescued Norian passengers.

After landing he escorted the refugees out of the shuttle. He was holding a child who was scared and the child's mother was being taken to the medical bay to be treated for minor injuries. "It'll be okay, little guy. Your mom is going to be well taken care of." He said to the child and the child fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from the ordeal he went through.

The ship was crowed with all the refugees they had rescued. Sanda sighed. There was still a lot of work to do. As she led a group of hungry Norian's to the wardroom she messaged Poppy. "Hey Doc, where are you setting up shop? The hanger or the med bay?" Sanda knew a bunch of the Norian's were too weak to move on their own, but there were also too many to all fit in the Med bay.

Yayoi followed Yoshiro, also holding a infant, which was causing a maternal effect as she carried the little one to its parents.

"Medical lab," Poppy answered Sanda. She turned to Cassie. "Please go set up the spare cabins for our guests to rest in."

"Got it!" Cassie said. She hoped they didn't have allergies to cats for catgirls.

"Does anyone know what Norians like to eat?" Chef Julix asked over the crew channel, seeing an opportunity to help with the power of flavor.

"If I remember correctly they're vegetarian." Sanda answered Julix over the coms. "But you can make all the meat you want for me. I know I'm going to be starving once this is all over."

"Ah, I will make them a wonderful vegetable stew," Julix said.

Genovus continued to listen to the things that were said around him. He wanted to pull the mask off, but he refrained. He watched nervously, as they continued their valiant work.

Sana gently placed her hand over Genovus' in an effort to help calm him. She bent down to whisper in his ear in Nira'las, "If you need anything, let me know."

When Genovus heard Sana speak, he vespered her in return, //"Make sure they don't put me in the cold, please."//

Out in Space

"Aye aye Captain. We'll keep you posted." Trowa responded. He survayed the escape pod that was entangled with the UNN Taelas. "I think we might be able to lift it free. Lets try that before we go trying to cut them out.

"Roger that." Sulevi set the palm of his mech's hand on the pod, and engaged the graviton projector to latch on. "Care to lend a hand, Boss- uh, Sir?"

Trowa chuckled has he piloted his mech to the other side of the escape pod. "On three. One...Two...Three." Trowa's mech lifted. There was a moment of the sound of straining metal then the pod popped free. "Nice work." Trowa commented. "You escort this one back to the Res and I'll look around and see if there are any more."

"Alright." Placing a second hand on the pod, Sulevi turned towards the Resurgence, and started to head to the ship. "Resurgence, this is RoughRider 2; returning with a pod, over."

"RoughRider 2, this is Resurgence, you can park it in the shuttle bay for unloading," bridge bunny Kalena told Sulevi.

"Roger that, beginning my appoach." Sulevi lined up his mech to dock with Resurgence's shuttle bay. slowly easing it forward to place the pod on the bay floor. "First day on the job, and here I am, loading 'cargo' I guess some things never change..."

Trowa searched the hull of the UNN Taelas but couldn't find any other trapped lifeboats. But he did feel the ship's death throes. Trowa drew his Mech's sword and saluted the ship before sheithing it again and moving away to scan for other damaged life pods in the debris surrounding the shp.

The six unknown vessels that had come to assist, continued to work as well. Their occupants never took their helmets off on the Norian ships, their indentities not needed to be revealed at least while they continued to move between vessels, helping to stabilize the reactors of the ones that the Senti and D3 were unable to assist. A copy of their commander's mesaage to Aelya was relayed to each member of their away teams to let them know that contact had been made.



UNN/FCS A’aenalin

Esari continued to monitor the ships that were assisting, as well as his own six crusiers that continued to shuttle civilians from the other wrecks and ships to the surface. On ships where the civilians had been cleared, the UNN officers began run assessments. On those that were repairable, they remained on board. Other ships that were in worse condition, they began their own evacuation with the civilians out. Their shuttles headed for the A’aenalin for refuge, knowing that it would be a ship that was going to return to the Chrystalis Universe.


Elyra continued to monitor communications for anything necessitating a response that could not be handled by the bouy. Things seemed to be swirling quickly around her, but she maintained a composed demeanor.


MG.S.S Constellation

Nytha nodded, hoping that this was the case. She knew her people's biology was quite different. It did not take the same breathable air as most if not all of the species present. Not only that, but if anyone was bleeding it would cause damage to most structures it came into contact with. She was no surgeon or doctor, but she knew that much. Nytha gave Rocko a small smile "My name is Nytha."

"Its my pleasure to meet you, Nytha, despite the circumstances." Rocko said as he continued to lead her towards the carrier's lifts. Inside Rocko spoke "Med level please, friend" and the lift AI acknowledged "certainly, one moment"

YSS Kokoro

The continuous stream of small craft that poured out of the Fifth Expeditionary Fleet's Tanya-class ships, as well as those belonging to Yugumo Corporation's Merchant Spacy and the Motoyoshi Clan itself swarmed the hospital ship, delivering shuttleful after shuttleful of injured. They hesitated only long enough to drop off patients, before flying off at full throttle to fetch another full load.

Chui Isato was elated to receive the message from Tsenlan's medical personnel . "Yes! Please! Anything we can get to help aid survivors would be most welcome." Tsenlan's medical representatives on the ground forwarded information for symptoms, treatment plans, and other information relevant to emergency treatment. Isato nearly hopped out of her seat with relief as she ran to assist.

Outside Asarthortar - Aid Zone [Open to the Public]

Shuttles of survivors from all those who had come to their aid continued to arrive. Workers in all areas hustled to help sort survivors out to where they needed to go. Families were kept together as much as possible.

Asarthortar Palace - Basecamp [Open to the Public]

Outside


Relocation coordinators continued working diligently to assist survivors with their varied needs. Additional supplies began to arrive from Lo'ken to bolster the support that was already present as food had begun to run low. Lo'ken's workers at the food and beverage booths helped to sort resources that had been restocked.

At the medical aid tents triage started sending off stable patients in need of further care to Nthaulo hospital. A variety of medical professionals were on stand by to help support a large amount of patients. Anyone that was not physically or mentally stable continued to receive treatment on site.

In the hospital tent, Sorle continued to sit there and assist with running scans and running medical diagnostics on those he could. He planned to take the white coat with them as a souvenir when they left. He was tired, not just from the work but from what it had taken him and the other three he traveled with had went through to get there.

The Sunflower crisis teams were busy expanding the space available, coordinating with the Lo'ken ones as they set up container shelter after container shelter. The CAMIE mechs towed them from the Sagi-class transports with their antigravity drives and dropped them in place, before they were swarmed with technicians who added the finishing touches like ants dissecting a carcass in fast-reverse.

Xythen was thrilled to be working with the Sunflower crisis teams along side his daughter Othari who was the Lo'ken representative. Othari found their ability to respond quickly with efficiency quite fascinating. She helped coordinate with the Sunflower crisis teams where to set things up to keep a smooth flow of operations. Othari made note to meet with Aelya later about future potential collaborations.

The coordination was excellent—it wasn't Sunflower's first rodeo, not with this sort of refugee crisis nor assisting the Norians. Katsuko had ensured every element of Yugumo was ready at any time to assist her friends, whether the Keisatsu, Merchant Spacy, Sunflower, or direct investment in and collaboration with Lo'ken. The teams integrated well, and were easily as well-rehearsed as any of the military units around them.

Inside

Basecamp continued to relay messages that were received to Tsenlan so that they could be kept in the loop. Aelya was relieved at the strong out pouring of support received to aide norian survivors. At the moment things were running smoothly and everyone in the room hoped it continued to be so.


E'sthlond - [Open to the Public]

Communications personnel continued to relay messages to Tsenlan as operations continued. Coordinators started to send shuttles of stable survivors to the surface. This was to help offset things so that they would be able to receive more people as needed.

YSS Resurgence - Shuttle Bay

As the mecha pilots carefully moved the escape pod into the bay, Tomoko and Plum defused its engines for safety and did scans for signs of harmful chemicals like TTEB as a routine safety measure. Once they were satisfied, they began to carefully try to get the pod's hatch open.

Hayden rubbed his shoulder, doing a windmill with that arm and winced. "Ok, some of that stuff was really heavy."

Sanda returned to the shuttle bay to assist with the occupants of the escape pod. She was humming a song to herself as she waited for Tomoko and Plum to give the all clear.

"Cantando voy pal' día que me escuchen
Vienen tiempos de amor y paz
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad próspero año y felicidad
"

Sana vespered to Genovus, "As you wish, I will remain by your side."

Genovus reached up and grabbed Sana's shoulder, he said through Vesper, "Unya on the surface.." He then fell unconcious, exhausted from the ordeal.

Sana was a little caught off guard, though she maintained her outward composure. She did not know what was going on here, but she knew now that she somehow had to get in contact with Unya. Sana remained glued to Genovus' side, no one short of the Craethel was moving her. She ensured Genovus was kept somewhere seperate from where the norians were being taken so he was not subjected to cooler temperatures. As she watched over him sleeping she pondered, "Who are you?"

Yoshiro was still holding the sleeping child as he took him somewhere so he could rest. He was very angry about their situation and at whoever attacked them. Not knowing what to do, he sat next to the boy and watched him sleep to make sure that he rested well. He fell asleep with the kid in his arms and smiled as he fell asleep exhausted and worn out from the work that he did with the refugees.

Still singing to herself, Sanda noticed that two of the Norian's they had rescued from the bridge talking together. Sana, she thought the female was called. "Everything ok?" Sanda asked.

Sana nodded then responded in trade, "Yes, he is just very tired. We should keep him where he is and let him rest. If that is okay?"

Sanda looked around the busy hanger bay. "Going to be getting crowded here soon. Lets get him agaist the wall at least. Or if you would prefer, I can help move him to a crew cabin where he'll be undisturbed."

Sana listened carefully, "If its not to much trouble, I would appreciate your assistance in helping him to a crew cabin. Anything that isn't to cold. I will be staying by his side at least until he wakes up."

Sanda smiled her cocky smile. The one that made her lightning tattoo seem to flash. "I'll put him my cabin. I'm not likely to get to it for awhile and it'll be much warmer than the other cabins set to lower temps." Gently, but with obviously little effort, Sanda lifted Genovus in her arms and carried him to her own cabin. It wasn't far, as the Res wasn't that big of a ship.

Sanda's tattoo caught Sana's attention, fascinating her for just a moment. Sana followed Sanda to her cabin, ensuring Genovus did not leave her sight even for a moment.

Sanda gently set Genovus down on her own bunk and grabbed an extra blanket from her foot locker. "You'll be undisturbed here. I'll let our doctor know so when she gets an extra moment she can come check on him here. Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No. Thank you so much for all your help! It is very much appreciated. Thank you," Sana said with a genuine smile. She stayed next to Genovus watching over him as he slept.

Sanda smiled and nodded. "I just wish we could have done more. See you later." Sanda stepped back into the hallway and leaned agaist her door for a moment with her eyes closed. She was tired. She would have loved just to craw into her bed and sleep but there was still more work to be done. Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly, mentally prepairing herself to keep going.

"Alright, Trowa and Sulevi, if you don't see any more escape pods, you are cleared to return to the ship and help out where you can," Captain Aoba told the mecha squad.

"Aye Aye Captain. Looks like we've secured all the pods we're going to. Heading back to the ship." Trowa responded. To Aalto he said, "Lets head back to the barn Roughrider 2."

"Copy that Roughrider 1." Sulevi joined in formation with Trowa's mech as they returned to the ship.

Yayoi continued to help Norians into the ship quietly, but she could hear Sanda singing but while she normally might have said something about it if anyone had, but she chose to remain silent deeming it not worth the hassle, especially not when it was Sanda.

"I mean, there probably at least three shuttles worth of museum stuff that needs secured, Sir," Hayden advised the Captain when he gave directions to the mecha team. "I have it all staged in the bay, Kokoro-Hei helped." The tone in his voice was both genuinely appreciative, and genuinely surprised, as he relayed the last bit.

"It's on the Norian ship?" Aoba asked Hayden.

Hayden nodded, "Aye, Sir. I didn't want to take up room on a shuttle until everyone was rescued and accounted for. Kokoro and I staged it all for pickup."


YSS Resurgence - Medical Lab

The medical lab was bustling with activity and every bed was full, with some of the patients seated along the walls in folding chairs. The medical lab's temperature was a little cooler than normal to keep the Norians comfortable. Poppy and her dad Pendragon listened to each of the refugees who had sustained injuries and helped them. "I need a vascular regenerator," Poppy told Yuri.

"Aye!" Yuri said and immediately she flew to get the vascular regenerator and returned with it to Poppy's side. "Here ma'am!" she said choosing to remain focused on duty though she will return to calling Poppy sempai again later.

"Thanks!" One by one, Poppy's medical team worked their way through the patients from the most needy to the ones who had only minor needs, and got everyone sorted.

Yuri kept herself bright and cheerful hoping that it keeps the refugees calm. She continued to work diligently, not only to do a good job but also to impress both Poppy and her dad.

UNN/FCS A’aenalin

Nearly all of the ships had now been evacuated, and reports rolled in from those able to send them. Esari was able to breathe a little easier knowing that the civilians were safe. He was able to keep up better on the many things that bombarded him. He looked down at the interface, reading a secure text message that had come in while he had been swamped,

"Make sure you clean up the mess-K"

He muttered quietly to himself, and didn't respond - he knew better. By now they were all likely already engaged in battle at Denau. He forwarded the message to Elyra's terminal, so that she knew what the next step would be when the action died down. They would now have to stay in the system until a reclaimation team could be sent to get the fallen ships and debris back to the shipyards at Vespa.

Elyra received the forwarded message. She knew what it meant and who it was from. Looks like they'd be staying in the system for a bit after things wrapped up.

As Esari thought about the order to make sure that all wreckage was returned, he couldn't help but to be a little relieved. The delay kept them in the Akina system longer, and him further away from coronation. "Start sending messages of appreciaiton and thanks to the other ships, and inform them that I would like to meet with representatives of the Yamatai Star Empire, as well as the other groups that we see here. Send the requests individually, I'd prefer to only meet with one at a time." he told Elyra.

Finally, after hours he was able to look at the scan data that had been brought to his attention while they were deep into the fray. He looked a little surprise, blanked the g-pad screen and set it down on to the Ops table.

Acknowledging the order from Esari, Elyra set to gathering the information necessary to complete her assigned task.

YSS Tokyo - Bridge

"The medical teams-including the Minori, have shared data with the other Star Army fleets on treating Norians. There were no complications. It will increase their level of care, but better yet, our efficiency." Akiko reported to Ayano. Not only was the 48th Task Force present, but sickbays on the larger ships escorting the relief ships from all over the sector were also to take large amounts of casualties.

A temporary transit hub had popped up making use of the Tokyo's hangers to get former patients and the uninjured (or walking wounded) to all manner of ships going down to the planet.

"This time, I hope there's not a giant, unspeakable ball in space."

Himawari, the Tokyo's KAMI avatar reported, "We have an average thirty-eight percent occupancy across all Minori-class in the task force, Taishō."

YSS Battle of Becurn

"All ships have been evacuated, Taisho" Sora reported to Katsuko.

Katsuko had been quiet outside of giving orders and coordinating. It was a breath of relief when Sora delivered her report, "Thank You, Becurn-Taii."

YSS Resurgence

With the combined efforts of the Star Army and helpers like the Mining Guild and the Senti, it looked like the Kikyo Sector had showed up when it counted to make the best of a rough situation. The Resurgence crew had done well and come through when the Norians had needed their help. On the bridge, Aoba couldn't help but make a hint of a smile at the edges of his mouth as he enjoyed a sense of doing a good deed and he hoped that went for everyone here. If there was one thing he'd learned has he continued to get older, it was that friendship was everything and that applied not only person to person, but peoples to peoples, and Yamatai and Noria would be friends forever. He got on the intercom and thanked the crew.

"I want you to know that I'm proud of all of you," was all he said. It wasn't a grand speech or ceremony, but they knew he meant it. The Resurgence had done incredible things, but sometimes they'd lost a mission or drawn some strange attention from their Taisho. But today was one of the good days.

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OOC: JP by Akiko, Andrew, Charaa, Cowboy, Ginger, Liza, Vise, Yoshiro, Yuuki, and Wes

@GingerGlitch will be sending out comms to Yamatai, as well as the Independent ships and parties that attended. So don't worry, to those who only got in a few posts there will be opportunities. @Wes @Yuuki @Damaske @Sosina @HarperMadi
 
MG.S.S Constellation - Bridge

As things were winding down the captains personal D3 assistant started to get reports from her kind nodding she typed up a message for the captain and gently tugged on her sleeve once more before showing her the Pad she used for her writing "Ma'am I have the Casualty report of the D3 that have gone out in tugs, of the seven hundred that were sent out, we lost seventy five to the exploding ships as they helped to move the ships away from the other vessels, and we lost a further two hundred tugs from interception actions of the debris caused by the explosions so that no ships would be damaged and no shuttles or escape pods would be destroyed by the rapidly moving Debris"

The D3 gave a salute as the message continued "All lost Tugs were piloted by D3, the debris were stopped by forced collision with the tugs due to not having the equipment to protect other ships and left with no choice this was the action taken, the Tugs were lost in total however due to this no other ships, shuttles, or escape pods were lost to the Ships going critical." she nodded a bit.

the message ended with "I apologize on behalf of the D3 for losing your ships captain, we will endeavor to make up for the loss of equipment".
 
MG.S.S Constellation - Bridge

The bridge buzzed with an air of activity and tension from recent operations. As the reports flowed in, The captain glanced at the D3 assistant, noticing her expression shift from focused determination to one of somber responsibility. The message she relayed hit her hard, striking at the core of their mission and its resultant casualties.

With a slow, resolute nod, the captain took in the information. She appreciated the commitment of the D3s, who had stepped up to protect others despite the cost to themselves. "Thank you for the report. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten." She paused, considering what more might be done to honor those who had given their all. "Let's ensure that our efforts in the coming days aim to replace our losses and support their families. The D3s are part of our team, and we must stand with them."

Her eyes softened as she turned back to the D3 assistant. "Please get the families of the fallen in touch with our Quartermaster. We can offer provisions and support while we begin coordinating replacements for our equipment."

As the crew rallied together once more, they worked diligently to repair and refill their resources, uniting as a family determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead, emboldened by the legacy of those they'd lost.
 
MG.S.S Constellation - Bridge

The D3 assistant nodded as she started to work on the casualty report, not that it would be to damaging to the people and families that had a D3 go out, they were careful to make sure that as few people as possible would be sad, and so those assigned as specific personal D3's and those that were assigned to families were not allowed to do interception or high risk actions, though there was plenty of general work D3's that were available for that task.

with the ship hanging around it would be a simple matter to make sure the Bionanites of the D3 out in space could eventually be recovered, if not by them then another passing ship with a D3 complement on board, Even now there was some tugs altering their flight path slightly to pick up bionanites on their way back, and they would of course search for any strong boxes that may have survived the incidents, though all told they likely only truly lost a fraction of the casualties reported, but every D3 agreed better one of their own then one of their allies or innocents.

and so the Assistant got back to work making sure to help where it was needed for the captain, while sending out the collection message to all D3 in the area using their silent language, and also informing some of the D3 on the mining guild ships that they would need a few replacements once everything was over and done with, and to coincide their wake up with the next time they made port.
 
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