Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

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

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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..."

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"

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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...

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.

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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)

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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."

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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...

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((one quick question, how do you do the line separator thing?))

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((ah, fair))

"I mean, that's what I'm trained to do after all so, 'd be a bit bewildered if I didn't."

as d'oro watched Edward crawl away into the vents he started softly singing it's a long way to Tipperary

unknown to d'oro he could hear everything he was singing due to his in suit comms that he had forgotten to turn off

d'oro brought his little fighter plane over to where he needed it to be, grabbing the cable he hardwired it to the battery which was easy to access due to the way the planes was made, easy to build and repair pulling off the panel protecting the battery he plugged it into the aux. power slot he radioed in a warning before switching the power to transfer between the two spacecraft he reported that all was good on his end, and was asking about Edward's.

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Compilatron that's odd bc it's not working for me, see
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oh nvm, I got it working

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HMS-Hood "Looks all good!"

As power flowed into the solar panels, the servos started wirring to life. The control console flickered on and began reading out statistics. Edward began fiddling with the controls... reprogramming the orientation system and fiddling with the charging electronics.

Between all this... the solar panels rotated. Within D'oro's blind spot, the solar panels crept up on his little craft before scraping the underside!

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a klaxon blared as he was warned about the collision d'oro pushes the nose of his plane down and strafes the craft away from the panel and towards the station to avoid the power cable snapping from stress and the changing attitude of the plane over comms you hear him say "Shit, shit shit shit ahhh that's not good." he then more clearly said "potential damage to one of the solar panels and before you ask, no I did not hit the panel the panel rotated and scraped the underbelly of my plane." d'oro looked at the battle raging in front of him remembering the assault that had sent him here and almost killed him in the process he then switched off his radio set and questioned what in hell he had done to get to this point in his life.

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HMS-Hood Edward shouted that the solar panel was online... unknowning D'oro cut his comms. The station's subsystems began to light up. Docking guidance lights began blinking, Georgia was alive!

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Compilatron d'oro after going over what had sent him to this path in life takes in a deep sigh the last thing Edward sees and hears of d'oro is him saying "ill be back" before he pulls away, his plane going off the radar and it's cloaking kicking in d'oro has one thought running through his head "I have to go back, back to where this mess started" he plots an FTL jump to were his fallen comrades lay on eternal patrol were he almost died. Edward still has the comms line to d'oro ready if he wants to talk to him.

as d'oro exits FTL in a portion of deep space know as the "place where journeys end" by the Lancaster corps or the more common "equalizer" from the SAS air corps.
the location is an old planet that has been shattered from heavy weapons testing from the height of power in the SAS's glory days, the void is thick with asteroids and debris. near the outskirts of this hell-hole are the remains of a small skirmish, a skirmish where his closet of friends "first Sargent wells" or "gun-runner" as they called him. He would be shot down and killed in action along with several others of his fighter squad.
most importantly where he would start drifting until his run-in at Georgia would start.
as he slowly flew by the debris of the battle he came across the broken plane of his wing leader his head filled with the souls of the fallen almost in a state of bliss unable to think about any matters other than the one presented in front of his eyes.
paying homage to his best of friends he then remembered tradition, one that's been around longer than him.
he moved his craft to the engine of his fallen comrade's so his canopy was directly above the engine latch of the other HE 162. he popped the canopy only having a few seconds before his flight equipment would surpass its rated time for vacuum exposure he grabbed the ring that was there to help open the engine latch of repairs to the engine and ripped it off of the plane.
then closing the canopy and resealing the safety seal before re-pressurizing the cockpit. when he would come back to Georgia he would complete the tradition and wield the ring to the ring on his plane so the fallen would never be forgotten.

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HMS-Hood Edward would curse loudly as the piece of cable snapped off D'oro's craft as he broke off from the station...

The remaining crew of Georgia sat in solemn silence in the bridge... systems dead... the D cell battery had died leaving the room in darkness besides the light of the stars outside. The space heater had given it's last bit of charge... the air canister was running low. Ice began forming on the edges of the windows as the crew began to accept the fact they didn't have much longer to live...

The silence was deafening...

Then, like a beacon in the darkest of nights... a loud beep wailed out from the room. A single, short sharp beep. It was the loudest beep... but that beep was a sign of hope.

As that beep chimed out it began conducting a orchestra of clicks, flicks and wirrs. Monitors blinked on, lights hummed to life, computers chattered.

The crew stood there... eyes wide. Surprised... shocked. Did they pull it off?

"Power?"
"Power."
"Power!"

Jack rushed to the radar console... slapping the side of it to get the device to begin behaving. A wry smile broke on his face.

"Haha! He did it! The fucking kid did it!"

Then his emotion turned to confusion.

"He's breaking off... where's he going?"

Grabbing for the radio, Jack starts shouting over comms for D'oro's response.

"Kid? Kid what's up?"

Then as D'oro's stealth systems went online... Jack's face went white.

"Kid? KID!! FUCK HE'S GONE!"
"Gone?"
"Gone! What happened? Did some debris hit him?!"

@kola2134 @ONI @Drakador_Chaos @whyhellothere

Between the combat and squabbling of the various factions gathered there... unseen to most ships, a small craft floated around the outside of the small station. Lasting for a few minutes... the craft hung there... then the Station's solar panels slowly rotated. Gently seeking the warm sunlight...

Then lights flickered on. Guidance lights came online, and ship systems shifted and began responding to the station's telemetry. Georgia was alive!

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((whoops I meant to add that he ejected the cable))

the radio set hummed on the command deck then a voice broke through the humming like a ship through heavy fog or dense smoke "I am fine, I should be back soon, an hour at most. I have... personal matters to attend to. going dark." the cooms line was then forcefully severed by his end

at the wreak of the plane, he had decided that he could not give the man a proper burial so he would do the next best thing his suit was rated for 15 seconds of vacuum exposure,
it would be risky but, he would try to retrieve his saber, Makarov, and service coin so he could at least set a memorial at station Georgia he took the Makarov and saber with relative ease but the coin was giving him trouble he was running out of time as he found the coin, he turned and kicked off of the broken HE 162 sealing the canopy and repressurizing it as well, he thought to himself, "that was a stupid move, you could have joined him in his icy grave." but the toil and strife were done, he could finally put this to an end, the proper way at that.

nearly an hour later just like d'oro said he came back in his cloaking still on however, he didn't want to be seen by the enemy fleets when neat the station he flipped of the systems, seeing as they were unecssacary now the station radar picked him up again. he came in on radio "hey boys, I'm back and requesting permission to dock in the hangar bay. and I'm assuming the power transfer went well seeing as your still 'ere"