ROLEPLAY HQ - lost-ship

An endless expanse of beauty and death. That’s what space was, and endless trap to simply gaze at before inevitably being sucked into its void and becoming nothing more than a small part of its wide domain. The Enduring was not a ship that could so easily Marvel at it, but the observation deck allowed for just a glimpse of it nonetheless. James stood upon it, eyes looking out the large windows for a moment as he held a ceramic cup in his hand, vapors rising up and out from the coffee which had most assuredly reached a molten temperature by now. There was an exhale as he gestured out towards it. “Serena. How long has it been?” There emerged a tri-tone chime as a cold female voice belonging to the ship’s AI immediately piped in. “It has been twenty-seven days, fourteen hours, seven minutes, and two seconds since we last heard from friendly forces.” A frown formed on James’s face. They were being escorted of course, here to spread the peaceful mission of exploring the galaxy’s vast and unique new frontiers. Then the attack came and their escorts moved to fend off the would-be aggressors, leaving them to emergency jump somewhere unknown. Protocol, of course, dictated they remained where they were while sending out a buoy for their escorts to pick up, but they never came. A sip was taken from his coffee and James found himself once more staring out at the window. He could settle here for a few more minutes until someone needed him. After all, it didn’t seem like anyone was coming.

3:55 AM

@Giawarrior

This wasn’t what anyone signed up for. At all. A pilgrimage gone wrong was definitely not on anyone’s list of things they wanted to happen especially since they weren’t going alone. After the first week was when the rioting started. Those unhappy with the situation and wanting to blame those in the leadership role took to fighting those cooperating with authority and trying to make things work. Jolinar was a grease monkey. One of many hired to fix the ship if they ran into trouble, but she was also brought on to act as an extra gun if she was needed. She helped in containing the rioters and was promoted to leading both their fighting force and the mechanics teams. Both the people in charge of those positions had been killed or injured in the fighting and she was the only one to just step up and do what needed done. Her work was never ending. They’d taken a hit right before their escape during the attack that had separated them from the escorts and the damage from the rioters wasn’t anything to sneeze at either. When she wasn’t fixing the ship, she was handling disputes from those onboard. Tension was thick on the ship as everyone worried about their circumstances. “Captain, we’ve got a problem.” Jolinar announced as she entered the bridge. It was hard to picture her being a nervous wreck in this room when she first took on her responsibilities. Now she came and went as though it were the most natural thing. “The damage from that last bomb hit our hyperdrive hard. I can’t get it fixed out here in space. And what’s left of our food rations won’t last much longer. People are starting to get stupid with hunger and I’m running out of places to put those who won’t behave. I just had to arrest the guy in charge of handing out food. Turns out he was hoarding for himself. He’s in the infirmary with a guard….” @ChaosKillerX7

So much for military discipline. At this point though, all the private contractors they had hired had numbered near half the staff on the ship. The non-fighting forces always got shafted in that regard and James always regretted being transferred to this command. He’d exhale as he listened towards the new report before turning towards the woman. “Thank you.” His voice was gruff for someone near thirty. The bags beneath his eyes reflected the long days of managing crisis after crisis, a hand moving to adjust his cap and run a hand through the brown crew cut he sported. Once the cap was affixed he took a long sip of his coffee and turned back towards the windows. A simple gesture towards the distant stars. “You ever just stop and stare, Joli?” The captain turned towards her now and gave a single nod. “Wings are clipped and now we are stranded in space. One local planet nearby with no known galactic civilization settled. So it’s completely foreign and our probes have gone quiet. What a delightful situation.” As the coffee was sipped his eyes went back towards the void of space. His lips twitched and he exhaled slowly for the hundredth time today. “What’s the status of the expedition teams and our weapon inventory?”

@Giawarrior

Jolinar was quiet as she listened to their fearless leader. Her lips twitched in amusement at the question about her stargazing. She barely had time to breathe and he was asking about her stopping. Never mind he had the only window on the ship. “Funny, James… but I don’t see stand-up in your future career.” She teased. She blew a strand of her short hair out of her face and planted her hands on her hips to look out at the vastness of space. The window was a huge safety hazard to her. Never mind she and the captain were the only ones with access to the bridge or that the glass break proof. All she saw was a potential for some sort of a disaster. She’d even had the airlock disabled. “The status of the weapons is they’re still in lockup. I’m only letting the other guards carry stun weapons. And there’s been no word of the expedition team. And they took the only shuttle.” She started chewing her lip, a nervous habit. “James, we can’t just sit here waiting. Even some of the guards are starting to get antsy and the medical supplied are practically gone. If anyone else gets hurt, they’re going to have to just live with the injury.” She took a breath. “I’ve had the medical team reserve supplies in case you’re attacked.” @ChaosKillerX7

Why wouldn’t things be bad? It was almost natural for things to continue to continue rapidly deteriorate until some kind of stabilization occurred. Yet there stability lied in additional reinforcements and that didn’t seem like it was coming any time soon. He took a deep breath before James flicked a hand, a star-map of the local system immediately coming into view. He pointed towards a distant body there, some distance from the local star as he offered a soft sigh. “It’s our only hope. Where they landed. The last report came in they had set up an outpost, but we lost all contact with them there. For now, that’ll be our destination. We’ll have to choose a landing spot and descend onto the personal transports. Keep a skeleton crew to keep the ship afloat until we can work out the situation on the ground. Worse comes to worse, if things are untenable, we’ll head back up to space and work out a refitting and resupply mission from there. He'd gesture towards Jolinar before moving to affix his cap back on. “I know you’re just someone that’s been promoted toa bad spot, but it’s the best we can do at this point. We’ve still got commanding officers and at least a half ship’s worth of crew that’ll listen to an order. Pass it along to the officers to get their teams assembled—military or not and prep for an excursion onto the ground. We’re not truly fucked just yet.” @Giawarrior

Jolinar frowned at the decision. She didn’t have a problem with it or disagree, but it did complicate things a bit. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable sending more than one team to the ground, sir. If there is a problem, I’d rather lose a few people than many. And a smaller team will get around faster.” She said. “Besides, we only have one short range shuttle. And it only carries seven.” She knew she’d be pushing her luck here, but she had to make the request. “And I would like to lead the team, sir. If our exposition teams are just stranded due to mechanical failure than I’ll be able to fix it. And if the shuttle breaks down, I can fix it.” An alert sounded and a voice came on through the Jolinar communicator. “Uh, Anders, we got a problem.” Jolinar brought the engine room schematics up onto the main computer. She saw the issue before the voice finished speaking. “Oh, that’s not good…” She looked at the stats and then shook her head. “Who is in that area?” She demanded. “It’s supposed to be a routine maintenance crew, but they haven’t checked and they aren’t responding. They should have been done by now.” The voice said. “Send a small security team to check it out, I’ll meet them there.” Jolinar ordered. “James it looks like we’re landing the ship whether the planet’s safe or not. Something’s wrong with the life support. If that planet has breathable air, we need to land before the ship runs out of it. Unless I can fix the problem. One thing after another…” She said softly as she gave a small salute and hurried off the bridge to tend to the newest disaster. @ChaosKillerX7

One thing after another. What the hell was the HUC protocol for this? He’d slowly fix the cap tighter onto his head as he gestured over towards the woman. “Go ahead. We’re a military vessel, but we’re going to have to operate on a more flexible basis until its done. Check it out and then lead the team out.” There was a sharp inhale as he pointed out towards one of the consoles. “Helmsman! Drop another buoy and then take us…” There was no-one there. Right. Most of the crew had to be resorted while the AI had taken over most of the function related to this. He’d exhale slowly as James moved to nod towards Jolinar before he piped up. “Serena.” “Yes, Captain?” “Drop a buoy and take us to the planet, land at the site the recon team did.” The AI gave a tri-tone chime of approval and soon, the ship was off. @Giawarrior

Jolinar rushed to the life support maintenance room. The security team nearly collided with her as they reached the door at the same time. She used her code to try and open the door. It only opened a crack before an explosion sent her and the team flying backward. Jolinar hit a wall and knew nothing for she didn’t even know how long. When she came to the corridor was in chaos as people worked to fix the damage and get the survivors out. A medic appeared in front of her and she realized she was wearing an oxygen mask. “Do you hear me? Tell me your name and what planet you’re from?” The woman said loudly. Jolinar shook her head. “J-Jolinar Anders…. Earth, I think…” She muttered as she started to sit up and pressed a hand to her pounding head. “What happened? How many dead? What’s the damage to the life support?” She demanded, ignoring the medic’s protests to her standing up. She blinked and looked around. Her eyes landed on the dead or injured security team two men of the five made it, but one was missing a leg and the other had shrapnel in his side. Then here eyes locked onto the life support, or where it was supposed to be. It was missing. Blown into a million pieces. “I need to see the captain…” She mumbled. @ChaosKillerX7

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TW: Cursing, Violence, possible body horror and gore,

Well. It has been a hard landing. The sudden bouts of unknown projectiles also hadn't helped. Thankfully they hasn't demolished the landing sight immediately and it seemed that perhaps James may have gotten some kind of lucky break altogether. Though the dirt was quickly clumped along much of the lower portions of the ship, they were still able to exit quickly and security had already moved to clear the perimeter. "Serena. Go to remote and keep me appraised." A soft feminine voice gave the acknowledgement as he made his way from the bridge and towards the medbay. From there he spotted Jolinar and gave a small smile while he moved to her bedside. "Don't rush yourself. Medics here nearly had to keep you restrained. How're you feeling?"

@Giawarrior

Jolinar laid in the medbay and started to sit up when the captain entered, earning herself a glare from one of the nurses. She’d lost count of the number of times she’d attempted to get out of bed only for the nurses to escort her back. She waved the captain’s concern off. “I keep telling everyone I’m fine.” She stated. Actually, she was damn lucky to be alive. Other than the concussion from being knocked backwards by the explosion, but bits of shrapnel had cut her in a few places and one had only just missed her heart. “James, we’re stuck here. The life support is gone. And I can’t fix that.” She said, diving straight into the problem they faced. @ChaosKillerX7

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