Navian
Inactive Member
YSS Ryujo, Hours Later, in Hyperspace
The Ryujo wasn't limping, or hobbled. Despite having taken enough damage to tear lesser ships apart, and from inside, no less, it was structurally sound and capable of moving at top speed, although there were some issues with the ship's sensors and electrical systems, and the ship's MEGAMI wasn't working quite right. Fyodor hadn't just been imagining things--or maybe he had, but then they'd gotten worse.
In any case, the ship's officers were making more appearances now that the crisis was over. The commander of Ryujo's flight squadron, Errowyn's superior officer, was back on duty, although out of all the Kawarimes on the Ryujo, hers was the one that had been reduced to barely salvageable scraps. She'd had to be assigned Nocnimura's as a spare, which had resulted in some acrimony. Nocnimura's Nodachi was now parked outside the ruined Bay #1 to reduce friction between the two.
Errowyn's Kawarime was damaged, but intact. Flying it was out of the question, but it was lashed down in its launch bay until the bay itself could be repaired. A note was made that in the future, even 'minor repairs' would take place in the maintenance bay, in order to reduce the chances of something like this happening again. On that note, while there was no punishment forthcoming, Errowyn received a politely-written letter from the squadron commander reminding her that the ship's infantry were outside her chain of command, and advised against countermanding their orders without the consent of their own Heisho.
Fyodor was somewhat less fortunate. He'd woken up in the medical bay and been told Nocnimura's quick thinking had kept him alive, or at least kept him from being dead for too long. No further explanation was forthcoming. He'd been given the same treatment in the hemosynthesis tank Lucas Zion had been. Despite more extensive injuries, he was out of the medical bay, sooner, as Zion still needed work done on his cybernetics. As the only SAINT operative on the Ryujo, Fyodor, still left uncomfortable with his brush with death and barely given time to freshen up and leave his gear with the quartermaster, found himself rushed to the ship's library for a one-on-one meeting with the captain.
The Ryujo wasn't limping, or hobbled. Despite having taken enough damage to tear lesser ships apart, and from inside, no less, it was structurally sound and capable of moving at top speed, although there were some issues with the ship's sensors and electrical systems, and the ship's MEGAMI wasn't working quite right. Fyodor hadn't just been imagining things--or maybe he had, but then they'd gotten worse.
In any case, the ship's officers were making more appearances now that the crisis was over. The commander of Ryujo's flight squadron, Errowyn's superior officer, was back on duty, although out of all the Kawarimes on the Ryujo, hers was the one that had been reduced to barely salvageable scraps. She'd had to be assigned Nocnimura's as a spare, which had resulted in some acrimony. Nocnimura's Nodachi was now parked outside the ruined Bay #1 to reduce friction between the two.
Errowyn's Kawarime was damaged, but intact. Flying it was out of the question, but it was lashed down in its launch bay until the bay itself could be repaired. A note was made that in the future, even 'minor repairs' would take place in the maintenance bay, in order to reduce the chances of something like this happening again. On that note, while there was no punishment forthcoming, Errowyn received a politely-written letter from the squadron commander reminding her that the ship's infantry were outside her chain of command, and advised against countermanding their orders without the consent of their own Heisho.
Fyodor was somewhat less fortunate. He'd woken up in the medical bay and been told Nocnimura's quick thinking had kept him alive, or at least kept him from being dead for too long. No further explanation was forthcoming. He'd been given the same treatment in the hemosynthesis tank Lucas Zion had been. Despite more extensive injuries, he was out of the medical bay, sooner, as Zion still needed work done on his cybernetics. As the only SAINT operative on the Ryujo, Fyodor, still left uncomfortable with his brush with death and barely given time to freshen up and leave his gear with the quartermaster, found himself rushed to the ship's library for a one-on-one meeting with the captain.