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Author Topic: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting  (Read 381 times)

Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #20 on: November 06, 2018, 09:40:07 PM »
Responding non-verbally to each person as they arrived, either in the negative when asked about changes to the mission, or a just-a-minute-everything-will-be-covered-in-the-briefing; Barnaby saved his words for when everyone arrived.

With those that needed to be suited up and everyone else assembled, Barnaby beamed with pride at his crew. Everyone hopped to it without having to be asked twice, and were all ready for the greater good of the crew. Their faith in him, and his in return, fostered a positive, optimistic atmosphere that caused him to grin despite the gravity of the mission.

Barnaby took a deep breath and tipped his hat back on his head before he started speaking. Lackadaisical. Calm. “Show a hands, who’s walked the Black before?” He said to the crowd, and looked for raised hands to join his, though he didn’t wait for them before he continued. Space-walking wasn’t as common as it used to be, he didn’t reckon on many of these young folks having had much experience in it. “Well I have. Must be close to fifty times now. Good thing for a spacer to have experience with. If you keep your head and stay focused, it ain’t that different from swimming.”

That wasn’t exactly true. When swimming you could use the water to propel yourself to and fro. Not so in Space. But most folks knew that. “You’ll be tethered to the ship and to each other. Anything goes rickety we’ll wheel ya in lickity.” He chose not to linger on this particular point. The thought of drifting off in the Black with no way back, nobody needed to think on that for too long. “I’ll be at the helm, keeping Darling niiice and steady, getcha close as I can to her and I’ll keep it that way best I can. Wreck is spinnin’ slow, ain’t uncommon in this type wreck, but that means cargo’ll be scattered. We’re taking whatever we can back, ain’t picky on that and I don’t want you out there long enough to catalogue the lot.” He said, pausing for effect.

He jutted a thumb back towards the heart of the Darling. “Grab and get. That’s your mission.” As if on cue, the proximity alert alarm sounded. “That’s me. Any questions I’ll be on Com. Space walk? More like cake walk, am I right?” A joke at this time might have been inappropriate for some, but Barnaby felt it helped take the edge off. “Preacher. Tabby cat. Clear on out so we can vent the airlock. You can join me in the cockpit if you’d like.” He gave the trio of boarders one last warm look. “Good speed to ya.”

With that he jogged to the cockpit and swung into the pilot’s seat like he’d done it a hundred-thousand times, though it was probably more. The controls were worn and familiar to his touch, the screens and read-outs easy on his eyes. He took the yoke in his hand, turned off auto-pilot, and was proud at the lack of shudder as the ship transitioned to his control. He tapped the button and opened up the group com channel. “Cap’n to crew. Com check. 1-2-3 check.” As he spoke he maneuvered the Darling closer to the wreck, the movements practiced and precise. “I’ll be on position momentarily. Y’all vent the airlock at your leisure and hop out on your mark.”

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Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #21 on: November 13, 2018, 09:19:29 PM »
Ship Time: 1044.
Location: The revised location of their target. Within range of the ship’s proximity sensors.

The proximity alarm sounded through the ship, alerting the crew and Captain to the Darling’s impending closeness with the drifting and spinning ship they had been looking for. As they neared it and its glimmering aura, from the cockpit, the makeup of this fog became clear when small pieces of it bounced harmlessly off the front every so often, although for those down below, it was still all a mystery.

For those in the hold, readying for a walk in the black, the mystery of the ship’s demise would soon unfold before them. With the non-suited crew out of the airlock, it was safe for the other members of the crew to press the required sequence of buttons to vent the airlock. Soon, everything became still and silent. The only noise filling their ears was the sound of their own breathing, the noise their suits made when it connected with the ground, their bodies, or their equipment, and the comms system inside their helmets. Everything else was muffled and dim by comparison.

A red light turned in a slow oscillation near the bay doors before they creaked and began to open, the shimmering darkness of the whole of the ‘Verse spreading out before them inch by inch. Out in the dark, the lights blinking on the derelict vessel as well as the Darling’s directional beams lit up their target. The ship before them spun slowly and calmly, like it was normal for it to be rotating the way it was. Its glimmering halo, now closer and easier to see, was clearly made up of small pieces of metal that could have been ripped or pushed off of the ship. Small black dots of shadow peppered the exterior of the vessel, around the same size as each piece of floating debris haloing the ship.

The way Barnaby had positioned them, they weren’t too far of a drift from the other boat’s cargo bay doors, provided they could get them open while it was spinning the way it was. Alternately, there were a few hatches on its side, likely easier to work with as they were in the center of the ship’s side and so the spin on them wasn’t as severe as the front and back. There was no large debris between them, but the fog would need to be navigated wisely.

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« Reply #22 on: November 21, 2018, 01:44:33 AM »
It seemed so obvious when Tabitha said it.

"And don't touch anything you think might be sharp. And..."

It made Rian smile. It was cute. But there he was, staring out the business end of their air lock at a lot of... sharp objects. Through which he needed to pass. That is absolutely priority number one right now.

Gorram it.

Carpenter eyed the debris and while he was pretty sure they could get around/through it, it would be a little interesting as they didn't have any sort of propulsion or navigational assistance like jets of any kind. All they had was the amazing power and danger of zero G. Once your going in one direction, it takes an equal force to stop you. The debris could be an issue but it wasn't spinning fast enough that it would tear through them with it current speed. The former crook figured if they hurled themselves at the other ship like a damn missile it could tear into their suit and possibly them if they ran afoul of the debris en route.

He wasn't about to tear off on his own, but he figured their best shot was to go slow on their approach, and go for one of the side hatches.

As they collectively stared out at the derelict he asked his XO

"Slow and steady approach, side hatches look good to me but that's what I've got more experience with."

While that experience had been when they were forcing their way onto ships that weren't expecting them. Once in a section occupied by crew. And that oxygen blows out real quick. He buried that memory of being on one of his dad's jobs. Those days were long gone.

"Debris looks like it'll be more a pain when we're offloading... but we can cross that bridge..."
He could feel the needling worries about moving their payload through the debris, or how much of a concern it might be come if they suddenly get in a hurry like if somebody got injured. Carpenter kept his eye on the wreck and took another beat to focus himself on the task, and awaited instruction. He'd never worked with breaching a ship in this kind of condition before. He was used to working with ships that still had power and all their systems. Artificial gravity and all.
« Last Edit: November 21, 2018, 01:47:49 AM by Rian Carpenter »

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Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #23 on: November 29, 2018, 04:58:28 PM »
"Preacher. Tabby Cat. Clear on out so we can vent the airlock. You can join me in the cockpit if you'd like."

Viktor didn't generally like to be a bother or feel like he was in the way, but having any of the crew on a spacewalk made him antsy - as he was sure it made everyone else. To further add to his anxiety, there was the spinning of the ship and the debris they had to contend with. He took up the offer to join the captain in the cockpit. He wouldn't be able to do much, but he might feel better with the view. Suddenly, he remembered something he'd seen on another ship. The circumstances weren't exactly the same, but it'd be worth mentioning, if only to know he did so.
He'd been walking at a normal pace but now he broke into a jog. Turns out he was too slow. The bay doors had already been opened, but no reason the crew couldn't come in for the blast and go back out again. If the captain held any weight to what he was about to say.
He was composed but obviously in a hurry when he pushed through the doorway to the cockpit.

"Cap. I know I'm not any kind of specialist or anything. Heck I've never even been on a space walk. I saw this thing on a ship before I came to the Darling..." He paused momentarily, deciding there wasn't time to tell the whole story.
"Doesn't matter the details. Anyway, they sealed off all occupied areas and blew all the remaining ship's oxygen out the airlock to clear a path. Sorta worked like a bit fan. Don't know how we'd handle the crew already being out, but might that not work for all this debris? Just a thought I had."

Viktor shrugged then, as if to say it didn't matter whether his suggestion was taken or not.

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Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #24 on: November 30, 2018, 01:11:53 AM »
Mona took a deep breath as the doors slid apart before her, revealing ever more familiar sight of the vast tapestry of the Black before her, taking the pressurized oxygen into her lungs and finding relief in the apparently steady supply. A potentially treacherous fog of space debris hung in the emptiness between herself and the other crew gathered for the spacewalk and their destination: a ship, rotating end over end as if such action passed as perfectly normal.

"Stay close to each other on approach. The debris, can't tell what it is from here - looks like ore dust but that doesn't look like a mineral freighter - probably isn't dangerous but if visual becomes a problem we ought to stay within arm's length. Follow me."

Looking the wreckage over, Mona considered the apparent points of entry. The cargo doors seemed obvious, but the way the ship tumbled like a gymnast far more graceful than herself posed a hefty challenge for Riot's mechanical knowledge and a greater contest for the former soldier's own incendiary strips if the locks proved otherwise uncooperative. Hearing Rian's suggestion, she turned her nose up for a moment at the thought of what exactly that 'experience' might fully entail before conceding to herself that the new addition's idea bore some merit. After all, she herself carried the guilt of enough black days for all three of them.

"We'll find an anchor point and feed you enough line to inspect the ports as we go, Rian." Mona nodded inside her suit, a futile attempt at silent communication in the stillness of the Black. "Aye, that's a worry for later. Now we crack the shell, then we see what's worth moving, and if the debris remains a problem upon our return... Well, I'm eager to see what you can cook up." Mona smiled awkwardly as she drove an anchor point into the ship's hull, just happy to be driving the hook into the flesh and completely unaware her words constituted any attempt at humor at all.
Shake it like a ladder to the sun; Makes me feel like a madman on the run
Find me never never far gone; So get your leather, leather, leather on on on on

- Yeah Yeah Yeahs, "Zero"

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Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #25 on: December 01, 2018, 07:01:42 AM »
“Preacher. Tabby cat. Clear on out so we can vent the airlock. You can join me in the cockpit if you’d like,” the Captain called to them before making his way out to leave the space walking to the ‘professionals’. With one more concerned look and a timid lifting of her hand, Tabby waved to the group and turned to allow herself to be ushered out of the hold and back toward the cockpit. She held her bag close but seemed chipper again, having faith in her crew and finding that as long as nothing went wrong, this was going to be an exciting adventure they could talk about around the table at dinner. She was so excited for the prospect, in fact, that she was practically skipping, light curls bouncing themselves free.

As they entered the bridge and the Captain began speaking to the crew from the pilot’s chair, she set her back down by the door and made her way to the console. Looking around, she found the switch she was looking for that would play their voices over the main speakers in the cockpit so she could hear the crew without having to be bent over Barnaby’s shoulder. She liked to hear what was going on and it made reacting to any potential medical emergencies faster and more efficient. Her head turned when Victor entered, looking like he had something on her mind, and she raised her brows curiously and smiled encouragingly, her chin nodding downward a little.

"I saw this thing on a ship before I came to the Darling...Doesn't matter the details. Anyway, they sealed off all occupied areas and blew all the remaining ship's oxygen out the airlock to clear a path. Sorta worked like a bit fan. Don't know how we'd handle the crew already being out, but might that not work for all this debris? Just a thought I had,” he explained, offering up his opinion on something that might help the crew do their job. Tabby beamed at that, her eyes alight and her smile proud and warm. He was fitting in just wonderfully.

“That’s a perfectly lovely suggestion, Viktor,” she praised honestly, using his name. Tabitha was like that, it was rare for her to call someone by their title, but it wasn’t out of any disrespect or dislike for the person or their occupation. “I just worry about the force of the…” she lifted a hand, all her fingertips converged upon the pad of her thumb. Then she opened them and made a little ‘pfft’ noise. “…force of the puff?” she offered up, not sure about the physics of it herself.

Voices filtered in over the comms and the Doctor turned her head to look first at Barnaby for his opinion before peering curiously out of the front, listening to the away team, a bit of worry returning to gnaw on her insides. Setting a hand over her belly to still it, Tabby tried to stand still, her toes curling in her boots. 

"Debris looks like it'll be more a pain when we're offloading... but we can cross that bridge..." Rian observed.

"Aye, that's a worry for later. Now we crack the shell, then we see what's worth moving, and if the debris remains a problem upon our return... Well, I'm eager to see what you can cook up,” Mona agreed and Tabitha giggled in her typical bubbly fashion at the XO’s likely unintentional joke, looking around at the cockpit’s other occupants to see if they’d caught it as well.
« Last Edit: December 01, 2018, 07:06:10 AM by Lomari »

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Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« Reply #26 on: December 03, 2018, 01:57:55 AM »
One would think that a ship, effectively at anchor and motionless would be an easy endeavor, but it was quite the contrary and required a surprising amount of attention and effort. His off-hand tensed on the joystick, Barnaby used his right to continue to flip switches and press buttons, monitoring the stabilizers, checking the proximity radar, not to mention keeping pace with the drift of the derelict and being sure his crew was still, you know, alive and breathing- in the vacuum of space there was no such thing as “sitting still and waiting.”

He heard the words they spoke and processed them. ”Uh huh...” Barnaby muttered, making sure everyone felt heard. The substance of Viktor’s suggestion cemented in his thoughts, as well as Tabby’s own response. ”I’ll keep it in my back pocket, Preacher. Slow and steady for now.” Barnaby turned back to Viktor on this last, to make sure he knew the Captain’s sincerity. ”Maybe on their way back, if we need to lightning things up a bit. Appreciate’cha.”

Barnaby adjusted the controls just a bit, keeping things steady as best as he could. The sweat was already forming at his forehead, the small of his back, his palms, under his arms- ”I’m gettin’ sweaty. Always get sweaty when I got crew walkin’ the black. Pappy always said I worry too much. Worry keeps a body breathing, I say.” A slight shift in the controls. Barely noticeable by anyone other than the man holding the stick. Unusual but not unheard of. Nothing came up on his displays, Barnaby double-checked. Must’ve slipped, he told himself and promised not to let it happen again.

”Status check. Mona, ya’ll close to breach?”


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