Post by djrella659 on Feb 11, 2013 22:57:17 GMT -5
The air was somewhat crisp inside the command bridge where Kraith and Kin stood. The two were solitary behind a risen platform, each of them staring off into the endless sea of stars and black, as far as their helmets suggested, as they carried on their conversation.
"So, do you actually think we lost them? That maybe this time we'll have found something useful to your cause? " spoke Kin's outward microphone from his helmet, his head motionless. Kraith stood still as well, only making a slight nod with his head. "I think we had as good a raid as any we've done before.. Even considering that we didn't use the normal surprise attack." replied Kraith. "Well, it's always nice to change things up. If there's anything that i've learned as a Bounty Hunter, it's that you can't pull off the same moves over and over... It gets old, recognized, exploitable... It gets you killed."
Kraith nodded at Kin's alleged words of wisdom, his respirator taking in an extra gasp of air as it would every so often. In a moment following, Kraith raised his head and his right hand, making a sort of waving motion which brought up a holographic display screen. Another swipe over and a 4x6 collum of boxes appeared, each one of them boasting a miniature picture and illegible scribbles. "So... Who's next, then? " said Kraith quietly to himself as he filtered through the boxes on the screen. His finger came to rest on one next to a box that held a red X over it, indicating the target had already been pursued. Kin looked over slowly, not entirely sure of what it was that he was looking at. "So, what exactly is this thing," asked Kin, "You've been using it since I got here. Is it some sort of target list?" Kraith nodded slightly, "Something like that... It's a physical display of suggested targets as according to the TSR radio. Since those fools are dumb enough to broadcast ship data openly on their channels, it's quite easy to get ship ID numbers, and all information related to that -which is why these boxes come up; they're the commanders of known ships. They show location, name, last known port that they docked at, potential course for that particular ship, and so on..." Even kin seemed astonished at this detailed spy network. He asked again, "I don't get it, entirely. How is this thing able to do this? No other TSR or ENF vessel has anything like this. How did YOU get it?" Kraith chuckled gently before exhaling a cough, "Talk to Unvisskar about that. He designed and built it. I just interpret and operate it." Kin tilted his head slightly and turned to his left at the intrusion of a mild beeping from the onboard radar. "Well, as interesting as it is, it looks like we've got unexpected company..." Kraith waved his hand opposite of what he had before and lowered it, closing the screen. "How many, and how far?" he asked to Kin. "TSR craft, count about ten ships... Looks like a convoy, roughly 30km from our position, closing in fast." Kraith walked over next to Kin, looking down at the glowing screen projecting roughly ten small objects at a set distance away from the Svoboda located at the center of the screen. The projected distance above the cluster was decreasing steadily as it approached the ship. "That's really odd... There wasn't anything about this on the radio, nor is there supposed to be any other craft in this sector for the next three days."
Kin straightened himself at attention. "Should we go to combat alert?" Kraith nodded slightly. "Bring the ship to combat alert and charge the stealth generator. This girl can't take too much punishment yet.. We still haven't made it to our port in Hyaven for repairs. I don't plan on taking a fall." Kin nodded and walked off through a nearby doorway, leaving the bridge. Kraith groaned gently and moved back to his original standing spot at the edge of the risen platform, staring out again into the sea. He thought to himself, "This really is odd.. What are TSR vessels doing this far away from the Neutral Zone? Something just isn't right with this."
On the extend of the ship, Kraith looked at the small scattered pillars of smoke rising from various places on the armored hull, as well as taking note of the batterings and beating taken from the encounter before. He knew that his girl was tough, but he wasn't sure at exactly HOW tough. Never before had the Svoboda come to a point that brought conceivable danger or the possibility of abandoning ship to Kraith's mind. But, depending on how well this approaching group of ship could fight, he may have to draw that thought for the first time. Kraith shook his head of his doubt, and moved to the main announcing station for the ship. He quickly spoke into the comm.
"Attention crew, all hands report to the bridge immediately; repeat, all hands report to the bridge immediately."
Within minutes the group had assembled on the bridge, standing in a line in front of the main doorway to the exit leading towards the rest of the ship. Kin was a little annoyed at Kraith's change in mind, but trusted his judgement nonetheless; he had never failed the group before. Kraith moved in front of the group and held his hands behind his back. "As you all know, we didn't exactly have a wonderful time at the park with our last encounter..." he looked over at the radar again. The distance had decreased to 12km. Kraith looked back, "...We have a new issue on our hands, and in order to assure the survival of the ship, and of us, I want everybody to remain here on the bridge. I'm going to issue a ship-wide lockdown, and we're going to play dead. Since the ship is already in a battered condition, this ploy should be pulled off reltively easily. However, just incase something should happen, I want two of you on heavy turret control; there are, conventiently, four turret terminals here on the bridge. The rest of you, I want weapons drawn and fingers on trigger. We're on shoot-to-kill if we're boarded." AS-H13 slightly raised her hand and asked, "What will 'playing dead' accomplish, sir?" Kraith stared at her with neutral eyes through his visor. "If we play dead, as a ship, there's a good chance that one of two things will happen. One; the crew of the ships will board us and try to take over the ship.. Or two; they'll board the ship hoping to salvage. However, because of the lockdown, every door, except those leading directly to us, will be layered and sealed. It'd take somebody with Unvisskar's arsenal to even crack the blast-door layering. Either way, they'll come to us, unless...." Kraith paused. AS-H13 shook nervously, "Unless....?"
"...Unless they just decide to scrap us, at which they'll just open fire until we're space dust before taking whatever they can to sell to whoever will buy -which is why I want two of you on turrets. Two others can join if need be, but if we're fired on, whoever isn't on turrets, I want in a fighter."
The entire crew nodded, "Yes sir!" they said in unison. Unvisskar and AS-H13 mounted the manual turret controls, powering up the consoles. Kin, JX, and Bon Lito sat on either side of the doorway while Kraith walked to the ship's main terminal, quickly throwing the ship into lockdown and, immediately following, shutdown. Before the radar flickered to a death, Kraith read the distance; the clulster was only 6km away by now. The crew held their breath, save for the androids, and waited. Unvisskar and AS-H13 kept their grips tight on the manual controls, fingers ready to fire on command.
"So, do you actually think we lost them? That maybe this time we'll have found something useful to your cause? " spoke Kin's outward microphone from his helmet, his head motionless. Kraith stood still as well, only making a slight nod with his head. "I think we had as good a raid as any we've done before.. Even considering that we didn't use the normal surprise attack." replied Kraith. "Well, it's always nice to change things up. If there's anything that i've learned as a Bounty Hunter, it's that you can't pull off the same moves over and over... It gets old, recognized, exploitable... It gets you killed."
Kraith nodded at Kin's alleged words of wisdom, his respirator taking in an extra gasp of air as it would every so often. In a moment following, Kraith raised his head and his right hand, making a sort of waving motion which brought up a holographic display screen. Another swipe over and a 4x6 collum of boxes appeared, each one of them boasting a miniature picture and illegible scribbles. "So... Who's next, then? " said Kraith quietly to himself as he filtered through the boxes on the screen. His finger came to rest on one next to a box that held a red X over it, indicating the target had already been pursued. Kin looked over slowly, not entirely sure of what it was that he was looking at. "So, what exactly is this thing," asked Kin, "You've been using it since I got here. Is it some sort of target list?" Kraith nodded slightly, "Something like that... It's a physical display of suggested targets as according to the TSR radio. Since those fools are dumb enough to broadcast ship data openly on their channels, it's quite easy to get ship ID numbers, and all information related to that -which is why these boxes come up; they're the commanders of known ships. They show location, name, last known port that they docked at, potential course for that particular ship, and so on..." Even kin seemed astonished at this detailed spy network. He asked again, "I don't get it, entirely. How is this thing able to do this? No other TSR or ENF vessel has anything like this. How did YOU get it?" Kraith chuckled gently before exhaling a cough, "Talk to Unvisskar about that. He designed and built it. I just interpret and operate it." Kin tilted his head slightly and turned to his left at the intrusion of a mild beeping from the onboard radar. "Well, as interesting as it is, it looks like we've got unexpected company..." Kraith waved his hand opposite of what he had before and lowered it, closing the screen. "How many, and how far?" he asked to Kin. "TSR craft, count about ten ships... Looks like a convoy, roughly 30km from our position, closing in fast." Kraith walked over next to Kin, looking down at the glowing screen projecting roughly ten small objects at a set distance away from the Svoboda located at the center of the screen. The projected distance above the cluster was decreasing steadily as it approached the ship. "That's really odd... There wasn't anything about this on the radio, nor is there supposed to be any other craft in this sector for the next three days."
Kin straightened himself at attention. "Should we go to combat alert?" Kraith nodded slightly. "Bring the ship to combat alert and charge the stealth generator. This girl can't take too much punishment yet.. We still haven't made it to our port in Hyaven for repairs. I don't plan on taking a fall." Kin nodded and walked off through a nearby doorway, leaving the bridge. Kraith groaned gently and moved back to his original standing spot at the edge of the risen platform, staring out again into the sea. He thought to himself, "This really is odd.. What are TSR vessels doing this far away from the Neutral Zone? Something just isn't right with this."
On the extend of the ship, Kraith looked at the small scattered pillars of smoke rising from various places on the armored hull, as well as taking note of the batterings and beating taken from the encounter before. He knew that his girl was tough, but he wasn't sure at exactly HOW tough. Never before had the Svoboda come to a point that brought conceivable danger or the possibility of abandoning ship to Kraith's mind. But, depending on how well this approaching group of ship could fight, he may have to draw that thought for the first time. Kraith shook his head of his doubt, and moved to the main announcing station for the ship. He quickly spoke into the comm.
"Attention crew, all hands report to the bridge immediately; repeat, all hands report to the bridge immediately."
Within minutes the group had assembled on the bridge, standing in a line in front of the main doorway to the exit leading towards the rest of the ship. Kin was a little annoyed at Kraith's change in mind, but trusted his judgement nonetheless; he had never failed the group before. Kraith moved in front of the group and held his hands behind his back. "As you all know, we didn't exactly have a wonderful time at the park with our last encounter..." he looked over at the radar again. The distance had decreased to 12km. Kraith looked back, "...We have a new issue on our hands, and in order to assure the survival of the ship, and of us, I want everybody to remain here on the bridge. I'm going to issue a ship-wide lockdown, and we're going to play dead. Since the ship is already in a battered condition, this ploy should be pulled off reltively easily. However, just incase something should happen, I want two of you on heavy turret control; there are, conventiently, four turret terminals here on the bridge. The rest of you, I want weapons drawn and fingers on trigger. We're on shoot-to-kill if we're boarded." AS-H13 slightly raised her hand and asked, "What will 'playing dead' accomplish, sir?" Kraith stared at her with neutral eyes through his visor. "If we play dead, as a ship, there's a good chance that one of two things will happen. One; the crew of the ships will board us and try to take over the ship.. Or two; they'll board the ship hoping to salvage. However, because of the lockdown, every door, except those leading directly to us, will be layered and sealed. It'd take somebody with Unvisskar's arsenal to even crack the blast-door layering. Either way, they'll come to us, unless...." Kraith paused. AS-H13 shook nervously, "Unless....?"
"...Unless they just decide to scrap us, at which they'll just open fire until we're space dust before taking whatever they can to sell to whoever will buy -which is why I want two of you on turrets. Two others can join if need be, but if we're fired on, whoever isn't on turrets, I want in a fighter."
The entire crew nodded, "Yes sir!" they said in unison. Unvisskar and AS-H13 mounted the manual turret controls, powering up the consoles. Kin, JX, and Bon Lito sat on either side of the doorway while Kraith walked to the ship's main terminal, quickly throwing the ship into lockdown and, immediately following, shutdown. Before the radar flickered to a death, Kraith read the distance; the clulster was only 6km away by now. The crew held their breath, save for the androids, and waited. Unvisskar and AS-H13 kept their grips tight on the manual controls, fingers ready to fire on command.