Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

HMS-Hood

kola2134
as d'oro powered on the systems once more and narrowly avoiding the missiles he realized, the dish, the dish, I have to take out the dish then I can radio in for support he zoomed to the radio dish in the jammer bringing the missiles along with him, he deployed chaff and flares the confuse the missiles systems to think he was still flying forwards into the dish the missiles none the wiser follow his ploy and strike the dish bringing down the jammers hold on the sector's comms and he immediately dropped a distress beacon for the SAS to locate and pick up on to help them in there struggle to hold on, he then made comms line to capcom or the station as he brought the plane in a for a landing.

Compilatron d'oro made a comms line with the station making a transmission "Capcom you better come in or I'm gonna fuckin' scream and if you can hear this, help is on the way, I have dropped an FTL beacon for SAS warships to warp in, were not done yet" he lands the plane closing the hangar doors only to be locked out by the fire precautions

while this is happening the winged huzzah and a few fighter wings are readying to launch to protect whomever it is that needs help

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HMS-Hood There was a radio silence before a light flickers on in the control deck. The weak signal of the station's control deck APC barely providing enough power for the equipment.

"What the... static... hell was that?! Get the... static... back here!"

As D'oro docked, his aircraft's cockpit warned him that the exterior of the aircraft... the hanger... had no air in it. Bypassing the warning, D'oro rolled out of the cockpit to find a cold hard vacuum. Scrambling for the emergency EVA suits stored there, he felt the searing cold of space burning him... and managed to clamber the helmet over his face and open the valve just in time.

HMS-Hood

Compilatron ((their flight helmets are air tight))

HMS-Hood

Compilatron d'oro radioed in once more "Capcom you're breaking up and I cannot understand what you are trying to convey to me but, it's nice to hear your voice again" d'oro says while prying the fire doors open with a crowbar trying to get to the bridge, however, the bridge was detecting more FTL signals but only for a brief second before the scanners died from energy loss
Compilatron kola2134 several fighter wings had jumped into view and a large battleship with the SAS insignia painted on its bow. the ships went in guns blazing ripping through the enemy and not laying a finger on the station, in fact, 5 Swift FR.13's swooped in protecting the station from the enemy

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HMS-Hood (airtight isn't exactly space proof... and I imagine they still need to be tethered to the cockpit. Eh, so be it)

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HMS-Hood Drakador_Chaos As D'oro managed to get into the firelocked bridge, where the crew huddled near an emergency space heater and air canister, Jack grabbed D'oro by his shoulders angrilly.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING BOY?!!"

Jack slapped D'oro accross the face agressively!

"DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE STARTED?!!"

Jack points out the window... his finger shaking. The ships jumping in. Guns ablaze... ships dog-fighting drones and missiles being interchanged.

"You... you just started a war.. We could have talked it out... we had the time! We had the time!"

Jack drops D'oro from his grip, eyes wide... watching the scene unfold...

"I... I'm sorry... I should've seen this coming. I shouldn't have started this... fucking station. Look where it got us. Look at the """good""" we've brought our galaxy..."

Jack sighs. He grabs the crowbar off of D'oro and shoves it into Haden (@Drakador_Chaos)'s hand, pointing to the firelock. He walks over to the corner of the room... flicks open a cheap lighter and lights a smoke. Stuffed in his mouth, the roll of tabaco burnt a dull orange, using the station's precious oxygen...

ONI

Compilatron The HOP sends a quick transmission back. Well shit, we’ll replace it for you. Sorry about that.

ONI

kola2134 The HOP’s electronic systems flutter and power down. The emergency oxygen and life support systems stayed online though.

”The hell just hit us” Shiela says as the bridge lights darken. Her console powering off as well.”

“Mike address the rest of the crew. “Seems to be some sort of magnetic pulse.”_

”Main systems offline now Captain. Attempting to reboot now”. After clicking away at her keypad, and flicking a switch on her station. The ships systems flicker on with a electronic hum. The bridge once cast in complete darkness is illuminated by the overhead light. “Mike damage report” Anjiji ordered. No damage at all to the ships systems. The shiva launch tubes need to be re-keyed.”

Then re-key the system”

”multiple targets identified. Holy shit they are everywhere.” Shiela reports.

“Mike what’s the status on the shiva’s?” Anjiji asks.

”87%. The Spitfire is fully operational. Ma”am.” Mike exclaims to the captain.

Anjiji also orders Shiela to connect her to FLEETCOM to see if they could send someone to help them.

A signal gets through to the Office of Naval Intelligence. They respond with sending a few of the new SF-44 Multi-Role Stealth Fighters or Tempest’s. The first FTL capable fighters in service with the navy.
These fighters clad in dark paint make way to help the HOP.

Drakador_Chaos

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Haden watched the situation unfold in an agitation defying silence. As he heard the response to the claim that the station was civilian, he clenched his fist, muttering what were likely curses in a language unknown and alien to any of the present people.
"Srchesh akrusz Krchek. Damn idiots, can´t have one month without someone trying to blow me up, can I?"
He looked at the surrounding people and sighed.
"I´ll out for a couple of minutes, gonna be right back. You´ll just have to open the firedoors for me for a few moments."
Before anyone could answer or make any objections he walked off to the gantry of his ship...

HMS-Hood

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d'oro straightens his posture being a tall man at a towering figure of 6 ft 9 inches he screams at jack "AS A MARSHALL OF MY COUNTRY I CAN DECIDE WHO THE FUCK WE GO TO WAR WITH AND I SHALL NOT LET A SCUM ATTACK THE MEN WHO SAVED MY BLOODY FUCKING LIFE!" His voice booming through the station filling the room overpowering jack's
"you cannot negotiate with men who kill without a reason, the ones who slaughter with no cause one must be a mad man if you think you can reason with these men, I have fought many battles against people like this and these are the men you feel no remorse for after the battle is done"
d'oro then pulled a bottle of vodka out of his bag taking a large gulp, chugging at least a quarter of the bottle
"war is far from pretty, I would know, but sometimes it is necessary," he said looking at the battle unfolding in front of him
"Sometimes it is necessary."

Drakador_Chaos

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Haden looked at the crowbar for a moment and then hurried off towards the firelock door, leaning down to force it open with the crowbar....
Despite the tool the door swung open with considerably more ease than it probably should have, he left the crow bar behind and quickly moved to the other side, slamming the door shut with... his bare hands?
At least the oxygen would stay in this way...
Moments later, The crew heard a distant rumbling and then Edward saw the odd ship of the man seemingly deliberately move past the window, though rather than heading into the fray like the other idiots, he moved to the outskirts of the battle...

@kola2134 @ONI @HMS-Hood @whyhellothere
Then, suddenly, amidst the heat of battle, a strong and unexpectedly clear transmission reached most of the present ships, coming from the tiny ship at the borders of the battle, although it wasn´t entirely clear of white noise, it was easy to understand...
/Transmission Start/
"This is the EEV Seventh Prince, we ask you to cease all hostilities, we would like to negotiate!"
/Transmission End/
Interestingly enough, at the same time another transmission went outwards from the system towards an unknown location, although given the active sensor jamming, most likely wouldn´t even notice...

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(Comms systems online!)

whyhellothere

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A small fleet warps in to investigate the distress beacon. One ship that had a saucer and two long tubes stretching out to the back. 8 fighters warped in after a few minutes to act as an escort. These fighters seemed unreliable to other alien cultures but for now, it will suffice. After scanning the station, it was confirmed to be the trading platform called "Georgia". It was in their ships logs after a frigate encountered it and established first contact. Truly one of the first stations that the Drucarrians have encountered in this dark void. Apart from that, the ships detect a battle up ahead. Bullets were flying everywhere and the flagship put up its shields. Communications sparked to life and the trading platform is sent a message from afar, way out in the distance so the small fleet isn't involved with the fighting.....
"This is the Drucarro Flagship T'Rey, I believe our species has encountered this station before a while back. We have scanned your trading platform and we believe you need assistance, along with that we would like your information as to what happened. We can see the ongoing battle up ahead of us. What happened?

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whyhellothere A very weak radio signal comes from the station.

"This is... Edward... we've been...static"

You try and amplify the signal

"... struck by an electromagnetic weapon. All our systems are down, the captain's arguing with the pilot. We're trapped on the control deck... the comms system is running on a pair of fucking D-cell batteries... dear god help us..."

ONI

HMS-Hood this dude got three inches on my holy

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HMS-Hood Jack scoffs... puffs his cigar.

Harley breaks into the conversation

"Silence! Both of you! I don't care who did what, what matters is that we have an air can for oxygen and a D cell battery for power! We can't argue over this! We have problems, here and now!"

whyhellothere

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The flagship acknowledges and detects multiple SAS vessels of the same type, including vessels that were encountered before during the first contact with the SAS. The flagship establishes communications with Drucarro Military Command and requests a fleet on standby. A Saturn Class, two Intrepid Class, and one Gagarin Class vessel warps in with a few other fighters. The flagship messages the fleet to standby as they try to establish contact with the SAS vessels.
"Attention SAS vessels, we are here to render assistance. While we do so, we will send engineering teams and medical teams down onto the trading platform. What can we do to assist you?

After the message was sent, three shuttles entered Platform Georgia's hanger bay doors as an attempt to conduct repairing and medical operations to assist those that are wounded.

HMS-Hood

Compilatron suddenly d'oro's eyes go wide "wait, my fighter's engine has an alternator, it produces energy when the engine is on that and I'm assuming the miner has a reactor of some kind, if we can find some way to hardwire them to the power supply, we can recharge the batteries on the station"

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whyhellothere The station's hanger was tiny... already occupied by a decrepit mining vessel and an SAS fighter. The only available way to dock with the station was by the single remaining docking gantry... which would require manual operation and guidance without power. Only one vessel could dock at a time...

whyhellothere

Compilatron Due to the size of the hanger, each shuttle would've docked and undocked once they have dropped off their teams.

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whyhellothere The docking gantry has no air... the lights are out and the firelocks have all dropped down. Only the light from outside enters. The only way forward is along the gantry.

The end of the gantry leads to a sort of lounge... but all the tables had been tumbled over, plates and glasses flung clear from the shock of depressurisation. Food was splattered over parts of the floor...

To the back of the room was a doorway, labelled "station crew only". To the right side of the room was a set of stairways, one leading upwards labelled "control deck", and the other leading downwards labelled "cargo bay". Both were blocked by firelocks.

whyhellothere

Compilatron The situation has changed... After one crew member has demonstrated their suffocation due to no air, they have put on EVA suits and instructed all medical teams and engineers to do so.

killercat625

Compilatron A FTL signature was coming in quick, before long a probe exited FTL,