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[Taricus]

((You guys realize that neither us or the imperial base is going to know where we drop out of hyperspace if we drop now right?))

[Radio Controlled]

"You heard the same as I did, Lieutenant. Let's drop out and be vigilant."

"We have agreement then. Mr. Snail, take us out of hyperspace please."

[UnicodingUnicorn]

With pleasure.
Snail pushes the button.

[LordBucket]

Turn Update

BFEL heads to the cargo hold to take stock of what electronics we have available, as well as discern what we might be low on.

...Actually, go check to make sure that guy checking on the blaster rifles is alright.

BFEL and mastahcheese share a brief look, then leave the bridge.

Snail pushes the button.

Snail pushes the button to drop out of hyperspace, then inserts his code cylinder into the navigation scomp and confirms. Over a few seconds the streaks of light outside the ship recede back to little starry dots. Without being prompted, he then quickly brings up a starchart and consults the Nav computer to determine your new location.

: "Hyperdrive active for 8.07 minutes. We've traveled 60.84 light years. Not quite enough to register as a single pixel at present display resolution."



Snail glances at the flashing light on his communications console.

: "Kaytara 6 still standing by."


What do you do?

[Radio Controlled]

"Ok then, let's contact them and ask them for that rendez-vous. Mr. Snail, if you will? Unless you have any objection to this plan of action, Lieutenant gentlemanraptor?"

lieutenant ghazkul, remove your self from my console please, you have no bussines there."

log my console out. If needed, talk to the base contact, and be as thruthful to them as reasonably possible.
Over radio: "Taricus, come to the bridge, I need you for a second."

[Taricus]

Over Radio: "In a moment, I'm still going over all the equipment. Tell him if he doesn't step away I'm coming up in full gear and arresting him."

[BFEL]

Workshop inventory
 * 5,000cr worth of electronics components
 * 2.000cr worth of droid components
 * 5,000cr worth of cybernetic components
 * 40hp worth of ship hull repair components

BFEL heads to the bridge to give his report on the inventory in the cargo hold.

Anybody feel like getting b-borged?

[GentlemanRaptor]

"No objections here. Just be ready for anything, crew."

[LordBucket]

Turn Update

log my console out. If needed, talk to the base contact, and be as thruthful to them as reasonably possible.

Radio Controlled steps back over to his console, logs himself off, then steps back to Snail's console and reaches over his shoulders to take the channel to Kaytara 6 off mute.

: "Kayatara 6, this is Lieutenant Radio Controlled, acting captain of the Dependable."

He glances around the room to see if anyone contradicts him. Nobody does. Feeling emboldened, he resumes speaking.

: "We have dropped out of hyperspace."

: "Acknowledged, Dependable. What is your location?"

Radio Controlled glances at Snail's Nav console and reads out the coordinates.

: "Acknowledged. You boys just sit tight and I'll have an escort at your location in..." (pause) "18 minutes."

: "Understood."

: "Kaytara 6 out."


Well, that went well. The nice outpost people are sending an escort to bring you in. Very considerate of them. Of course, it does seem a little odd. It wouldn't take all that much longer to reach the outpost on your own, and once they arrive you'll still need to make that trip anyway. All they're really accomplishing by sending an escort is delaying your arrival. It's not like they can't trust you to show up. But that's ok. We're all just one big, happy fleet and if waiting around for an escort makes them happy, it makes you happy too.

Radio Controlled smiles to himself.

And, surely it will look good on the official record to have been the one to step and and take command in an unfortunate situation like this. The one who took responsibility.  Why, there might even be a promotion in store for this!

You glance at the chronometer.

17 minutes.

BFEL heads to the bridge to give his report on the inventory in the cargo hold workshop

BFEL returns to the bridge.


What do you do?

[GentlemanRaptor]

"Okay. Now that we're disconnected, let's get something straight. The officer on the other end of that particular call said that he was acting like nothing is wrong. That means something is, and it probably has to do with the fact that our CO is now in possession of a crushed trachea. So. The 'escort' coming to pick us up may be just that. Or it might not. We have 17 mikes to figure out what we plan to do about that. Suggestions?"

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"Get everything prepared for a jump to Kaytara 6.  If we come under attack, we can jump and then exit hyperspace before we get there.  If it turns out the escort turns out to be one, we'd be ready to head out."

[TalonisWolf]

(You realize we are in hyperspace, right?)

(I'm not familiar with how hyperspace works. If you can't leave the ship by any means, then it's a moot request. Or at least one that'll have to wait until we drop back to normal space.)

(Basically, you jump out, you go from "Faster then light" to "Drifting" instantaneously. With no inertial compensation. I.E. you splat across a billion miles of space
At least that's the depiction I would assume happens.)

((...Someone should weaponize that.))

"...When we drop out of hyperspace, that is, Sir."

 Sigged, clicked notify, awaiting your execution by Vader.

[IronyOwl]

IronyOwl furrows his brow.

"You guys deal with that, I'll be right back."

[UnicodingUnicorn]

Hey dude, not cool, I was so totally in control back there.

Snail heads off to get some lunch.

[Radio Controlled]

Hey dude, not cool, I was so totally in control back there.

Snail heads off to get some lunch.

((It was meant more as 'in case they ask to speak to the person nominally in charge, get to the line' and not 'interrupt someone just like that'. Oh well, same outcome probably..))
"Yes, good job so far. Stay at your console though, we need you to plot another course first."

Radio wondered for a sec how the hell half of these people ever became part of the imperial navy. They looked more like a batch of disorganised cadets. Hell, worse than that, at least cadets knew how to salute when leaving or entering the bridge, and not to randomly run away from their post, and not to touch consoles they weren't authorised for, and a myriad of other things. Hell, here he had a pilot trying to run off to grab chow and leaving the helm unmanned like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy!

Workshop inventory
 * 5,000cr worth of electronics components
 * 2.000cr worth of droid components
 * 5,000cr worth of cybernetic components
 * 40hp worth of ship hull repair components

BFEL heads to the bridge to give his report on the inventory in the cargo hold.

Anybody feel like getting b-borged?

"Noted. I think I'll hang on to my head for now though."

"Get everything prepared for a jump to Kaytara 6.  If we come under attack, we can jump and then exit hyperspace before we get there.  If it turns out the escort turns out to be one, we'd be ready to head out."

"Excellent suggestion sub-lieutenant. Officer Snail, plot that course for us."

talk. Plot that course myself if snail doesn't do it.

((Que said escort attacking us once they leave hyperspace, so we'll have a chance to escape while making the idea of 'we're all branded dead' clear. Even though just tugging in a willing prey seems much easier. Or not, we'll see.))