Dumb @Drakador_Chaos @kola2134 @HMS-Hood @whyhellothere @killercat625 @ONI
Since the battle's RP isn't continuing, I'll just end it for you guys.
The battle between the many factions present raged for an hour... ships dogfighting, cannon shells, lasers, missiles were exchanged. But one by one, ships began to flee from both sides. Either out of fuel, ammo, or will to fight... until the last pair of fighters jumped off in persuit of each other.
Surprisingly... the combat was largely power play. A lot of the wreckage consisted of unmanned drones... the occasional chipped off armor plate and dud missile. Ultimately, nothing was lost except for the resources spent in the battle...
As the sector grew quiet again, Georgia's systems cooled down. A chime was played over the PA systems as the area alarms blinked green for a moment...
Security Level Lowered: Green Alert
All threats to the station have passed. Docking protocols are now fully operational.
Shaken and exhausted... the crew decide to take the rest of the night off. Jack even popped open an old wine he had in celebration over dinner. They told tales... tales of old factions, of blood cults, of warlords and of hiveminds. Tales of ships jumping 15 parsecs, tales of sentient long forgotten drones. Tales of poking sticks and doomsday devices.
Jack told many of them vividly... almost as if he had been there. They were tall tales to say the least... but entertaining nonetheless.
Shutting down comms systems for the night... the crew were allowed time to get the rest they needed, ready for the next day filled with chaos...
The next day, Edward had gotten up to the comms console, and flicked on the beacon. Although some systems were still fried from the EMP... the station still lived on.
Expecting... or hoping for a quiet morning... Edward was surprised to see an FTL signature arrive @Dumb. He opened a hailing frequency in response.
