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- RP Date
- YE: 44.99
- RP Location
- Pisces Station
Pisces Station Airspace
Reality seemed to ripple, a few megameters from the station, a relativistic blister growing, stretching, splitting in a flash of radiation and light as a hyperspace fold exit registered, a Plumeria 2E gunship ripping its way back down into sublight speeds in realspwce, engines already throwing their howling trails of plasma to push the ship gently towards its docking bay.
"Pisces Station dock control, this is YSS Koun, returning for refit and repair after Glimmergold Salvage mission."
"Roger that, Koun. You're a few days behind schedule, what happened out there?"
"Mission did not go according to plan. We'll debrief after we dock. Needless to say out paint's ruined thanks to our Navigator's flying." A second voice protested loudly on the Koun's side of the comm, claiming her maneuvers to be a stroke of genius that hid the ship in a combat situation.
"Understood, Koun. Cleared for docking at Delta Bravo Dash Zero Seven Fiver Eight One. Sending coordinates and onboarding crew orders, now."
"Roger that, Pisces. Setting course and matching rotation. It's good to be home."
~~~
DB-07581
A badly sandblasted Plumeria 2E slid into the hangar bay, almost casually turning on maneuvering thrusters to slide softly into the docking clamps, engines flaring once to decelerate that tiniest bit to arrest forward velocity as the clamps slid closed. Her name was scarcely visible on the side of the hull, marred by deep scratches that revealed the bare Zesu beneath. But aside from the pitted and nearly scratched off paint, the hull had very little damage. There was no distinct cracking of the observation bay glass, no missing turret barrels, no indication that she had been in combat aside the missing ammunition. In fact, the crew compliment read four over standard, members of Black Wolf bringing the total crew roster up to forty eight.
As the docking tube connected, several figures could be seen leaving the ship, before the flood gates seemed to open, four dozen personnel disembarking before the bridge crew finally shut down the vessel, her reactor flickering and cutting out as her AI ran off station power.
The bridge crew finally left the ship, floating down the zero gravity passageway with a casual ease as they moved to meet the onboarding crew.
Reality seemed to ripple, a few megameters from the station, a relativistic blister growing, stretching, splitting in a flash of radiation and light as a hyperspace fold exit registered, a Plumeria 2E gunship ripping its way back down into sublight speeds in realspwce, engines already throwing their howling trails of plasma to push the ship gently towards its docking bay.
"Pisces Station dock control, this is YSS Koun, returning for refit and repair after Glimmergold Salvage mission."
"Roger that, Koun. You're a few days behind schedule, what happened out there?"
"Mission did not go according to plan. We'll debrief after we dock. Needless to say out paint's ruined thanks to our Navigator's flying." A second voice protested loudly on the Koun's side of the comm, claiming her maneuvers to be a stroke of genius that hid the ship in a combat situation.
"Understood, Koun. Cleared for docking at Delta Bravo Dash Zero Seven Fiver Eight One. Sending coordinates and onboarding crew orders, now."
"Roger that, Pisces. Setting course and matching rotation. It's good to be home."
~~~
DB-07581
A badly sandblasted Plumeria 2E slid into the hangar bay, almost casually turning on maneuvering thrusters to slide softly into the docking clamps, engines flaring once to decelerate that tiniest bit to arrest forward velocity as the clamps slid closed. Her name was scarcely visible on the side of the hull, marred by deep scratches that revealed the bare Zesu beneath. But aside from the pitted and nearly scratched off paint, the hull had very little damage. There was no distinct cracking of the observation bay glass, no missing turret barrels, no indication that she had been in combat aside the missing ammunition. In fact, the crew compliment read four over standard, members of Black Wolf bringing the total crew roster up to forty eight.
As the docking tube connected, several figures could be seen leaving the ship, before the flood gates seemed to open, four dozen personnel disembarking before the bridge crew finally shut down the vessel, her reactor flickering and cutting out as her AI ran off station power.
The bridge crew finally left the ship, floating down the zero gravity passageway with a casual ease as they moved to meet the onboarding crew.
