Versuvius Marii
CKSSA Industries Inc.
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Posted - 2009.08.12 06:46:00 -
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Edited by: Versuvius Marii on 12/08/2009 06:47:36 *bbbbbbmmmmmà..*
The thud of another cruise missile salvo impacted upon the outer shields of the transport ship, rocking it violently to and fro. Chief Technician Alen Raendr grabbed onto a nearby strut and held on grimly. He knew the BustardÆs pilot, Neliel, was a risk-taker but this was too much.
He had heard garbled transmissions from the wireless; something about a gate camp of about fifteen enemy boats holding up The Exile as it tried to head back into Empire space. And help wasnÆt exactly forthcoming apparently, as the away team was several jumps out scanning for cosmic anomalies. They had to go get their combat ships and then of course, find NelielÆs Bustard. No doubt, the campers had their own troops on the way û theyÆd scanned the cargo hold and detected the valuable salvage within.
Pssssh, he mused to himself as he steadied himself back upright, like theyÆre really going to rush for her. ItÆs a lesson she needs to learn û so careless à
It was then that it dawned on him û he couldnÆt let the ship go down. He didnÆt want to face the possibility of being an Amarrian slave upon capture of the ship, or worse still. The Caldari tech had pride in keeping the ship in one piece, and also had pride in his men. Nel was reckless sure û but she was also an incredible pilot in her own right. She might have bumped her way across half of Empire space but sheÆd done so like a decent Caldari pilot û off into the next Impel with a smug grin upon her face. Alen had tried to temper her ways but this just made her more boisterous. He rolled his eyes skywards and praised whatever lords were listening, for allowing them the chance to raise the capital for the new shield booster theyÆd installed. That was the only thing holding the ship together currently, as the Bustard was webbified to hell and back. The immense ship was at crawling pace and taking an absolute beating, but Alen knew what he had to do.
Gathering his senses, Alen now accepted the fact that he had a fight on his hands. A fight for his life. For Neliel. For Criz, Theba, Lith and Vincent.For the rest of the crew who tended to the vitals. For the ship itself. He had to act. Now. Grabbing a comm-piece just within reach, he made a burst transmission to the rest of his non-capsuleers aboard The Exile.
ôCalling all hands!ö he yelled, adrenaline flowing through his veins now. ôTend to the power cores and nanotech! Engineers to the relays and send a team to the microwarpdrives! Help is on the way, weÆve got to keep the olÆ girl running for just a little longer!ö He wiped his brow with an oily sleeve and ran on towards his original destination, the life support systems.
They just had to reach the gate - it wasnÆt far off and help was on the way. They had to.
A voice came over on the comms, static interfering as EM torps struck the armour plating, energy dissipating into the depths of the transport ship. "Alen....oing on do@#*n there?" came the youthful and positive pilot's voice. It had a hint of bravado about it, as though she didn't truthfully know the situation she'd landed everybody in. Hesitating for a moment to calm himself, Alen steadied his own ageing body as the shockwaves passed on down to his part of the vessel. "Mistress, you have a camera drone. Why don't you tell me??" he barked back, straining to be heard above the groaning and creaking of the bombardment. "Cut {{$ken out! úú@_ **#... go!" "Say again, Mistress!" the elder Caldarian bellowed back. The radio was on the blink now. A high-pitched whine, rather akin to some ancient technology, was emitted from the comms-drone. The noise cut off, then a red light blinked on the side of it.
Comms were out. "Stupid Gallentean technology... I said we should have stuck Caldari all the way but nooooo, that's not good enough for some people... bloody corporate bastards, trying to save a few credits!" he groaned, waving the drone away. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
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