Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

ONI

HMS-Hood this dude got three inches on my holy

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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..."

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.

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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!"

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,

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whyhellothere 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...

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...

HMS-Hood

Drakador_Chaos the "winged hussar" replies with a simple message "well we're all ears my friend, but I doubt you'll have the same results as us with the enemy" the transmission ends there

((sorry for the short nature of the reply I have a stupid amount school stuff of that has to get done and I'm on the clock)))

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killercat625 The probe was met with a chaotic battlefield... several fleets of ships seemed to have gotten in one hell of a fight, as a dead space station loomed in the center of it...

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HMS-Hood "Wait... wait you're onto something kid..."

Edward paced back and forth around the control room.

"It won't power the whole station... but if we hotwire it to the solar panel servos we can kickstart the systems again. You'll need to park your fighter near the port quarter solar panels and get it near the maintenance airlock. If you can keep her level long enough I can syphon power directly into the control servos."

Then edward realised a small problem in his scheme.

"I... also need a space suit..."

killercat625

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The probe was relaying the information it was picking up, sending it off to Its data centers.

HMS-Hood

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a certain light filled d'oro's eyes as he said "ill do it, my flight helmet is sealed airtight and I would be close enough to my fighter for the oxygen tube to reach me. the fighter's flight computer can deal with the leveling of my craft and I can deal with the wiring and power syphoning"

whyhellothere

Compilatron Three teams with medical professionals and engineers split up, trying to maintain communication once separated.

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HMS-Hood "You even know how to operate a high power energy storage system?"

(Involve edward for the sake of character interactions)

HMS-Hood

Compilatron "yes I do, I was repair crew for some time but I'm a bit rusty on the subject so you should probably do it," said d'oro getting his flight gear ready

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HMS-Hood "Look, here's the deal. There's the emergency EVA space suits in the hanger. Get one and get it back here... then I'll prep the equipment."

HMS-Hood

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d'oro quickly snaps back a reply "jawhol" before running off to the hangar to grab the EVA suit knowing full damn well there's no oxygen as he ran through the station going to the hanger the cold as biting at his face eating him from the outside in, "that's not important right now, focus on the objective" he thought as he ran "it doesn't matter if I die out here, I have to save these men's lives" he thought as he was pulling up on the hanger's doors d'oro's vision started to tunnel leaving a black fade in the corners of his sight "no, not here, not now." he thought has he hit himself in the gut to stay awake as he arrived at the hangar as he saw the firelocks closed he screamed as he prys the doors open with his hands the fatigue was setting in as he struggled to make his way over to the suits putting on the helmet his hands and arms started to fall to his sides as turned the valve on the oxygen he gasped as he felt the sweet cold rush of air filling his lungs as he regained his consciousness he started to walk back to the bridge carrying the suit over his shoulder acting as if the previous struggle had not happened although it was pointless due to CCTV cameras sprinkled around the station's hallways

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HMS-Hood (I mean... no power no CCTV)

Coming along the bridge... edward greeted D'oro with a surprised smile.

"Lad, you never cease to amaze me..."

Edward worked through the firelock, down to the cargo bay, with D'oro close behind. It wasn't long before he disappeared off into the maintenance shafts...

Edward struggled through the tight maintenance shafts... before coming across the utility room. Prying the heavy doors open, he managed to access the room, which conveniently had an EVA airlock for space walks and solar panel repairs. He grabbed the end of a heavy cable reel, prying off it's thick plastic cover with some heavy duty wire cutters, before kicking open the solar panel control system's maintenance cover, and jamming the exposed wire in.

Seeing as there wasn't any air left on the station... Edward freely cranked both doors of the external airlock ajar, reeling the cable outside, waiting for D'oro...