Mouth of Space

[Tyr Kangaroo]

The vast openness of space was a mere demon licking its chops, awaiting a tasty morsel to come along so that it could swallow up whatever it pleased. Traps lurked in every corner, that is, if space had corners. Only heaps of rock and vicious blobs of gas settled within its confines. Small and big rocks created life, it evolved, and soon after, it invaded space. Space travel took its sweet time. Every system had it's different methods for traveling through the black shroud.

As time passed, species met species, had their wars, their peace treaties, argumentative governments. Hundreds of years wasted between disagreements on how intergalactic peace would be handled. Soon, there was enough agreement that appropriate laws for space were made. Though be it, there were several solar systems not willing to comply. Those are referred to as the "Red Zones". If ever at all possible, people would avoid those. Ships would leak in and out of the Red Zones, whether they were friendly or hostile. You can only protect borders if you're right there when someone escapes into friendly space. Otherwise, it was fair game. That's when the pirating started. Soon after, another war, only this one seemed to be endless. Alas, a new war, and a long one at that, it brings us to our story.

A frigate was making its way out to a distress call for need of repairs. The frigate was referred to as the tender class ship. Its main purpose is for repairs, and repairs only. Little did the attendees in the vessel know, they were heading into a trap.

The distress call: "We've sustained heavy damage from pirates, and are in need of immediate repairs. Life support is stable for the time being. The breaches in our outer hulls have started to hemorrhage air, it's in minimal need. Please respond....."

The call either seemed to cut off, or the captain of the ship was impatient. All the tender knew, it was time to go. Upon the tenders approach to the battle worn ship, a horrendous site loomed in behind. Not only was the dreadnought before them in need of repair, the vast black hole behind it told the repair crew they needed to hurry up.

Tyr had been rubbing a fresh blister on his arm from an electrical surge with some ointment. He heard the buzzer go off that told him he needed to report for duty. He grabbed his equipment together, strapping his tool belt around his waist, sticking his out of date primitive wrench in with the tools. He kept that for luck. As he stepped out onto the bridge of the ship, he saw the stunning swirling haze that was the black hole, threatening to eat the ship before them, and their own ship as well.

"We're gonna have to work fast, aren't we?" asked Tyr to the ships captain.




((I now leave this open. The position of captain is left plainly open, anyone is welcome to it. Hope to make this good, and hope to have some good players.))

The main point to this RP is to go in, repair the ship, save the crew. Sounds easy and simple, but it won't be. Ahead are things unseen, and there is very little time considering the fact of a black hole being so near.

[Psion]

(I'll give it a try.)
Ensign Stavanvic did his best to not blink or stare wide-eyed as he looked at the massive task before them. The Iron Resolution, the ship he and Tyr served on, was his first real command. Highest honors at the Academy of Engineering, a largely uneventful two years serving on the Stormbringer, and now he just finished command school.
"Helm, if the dreadnaught drifts too close to the event horizon, do we enough power to escape and jump back to hyperspace?" The ursine officer-fabricant asked his bridge crew. Idly he thought back to this one test in command school, a badly damaged cruiser had broadcasted a distress call. Responding to the cry for assistance was a trap, ignoring it was an action subject to review by superiors, what should you do?
Right now, Stav couldn't shake the same feeling of foreboding the first time he took that test, sitting down with his mock bridge crew and not knowing what to expect. Shoving the possibility of a hearing if he did choose to flee out of his mind, he wasn't going to walk into this trap without keeping all his options open...

[Tyr Kangaroo]

"According to readings, we have a six hour window to get the ship repaired, and be able to escape with both ships intact. The dreadnaught should have enough juice to blast out of here. Not unless the fuel lines have been damaged or tampered with, it'd be a safe bet we can do this," said the helmsman.

"Tight squeeze Stav,"said Tyr,"We'll need to assess the situation as quick as possible. I suggest we be on high alert for this one. Try hailing the ship."

The helmsman hit a summons button to the ship.

A low whine emitted when the screens turned on, a fuzzy picture at best. "Thi...Captain Cara....need immedi...repairs...crew...injured...." The screen faded out and went black.

"What's the orders sir?,"asked Tyr, a turn of concern on his face as he squeezed his holster, assuring his blaster was safe and ready. He thumbed over the butt of the gun, awaiting the orders.

[Psion]

"Helm, bring us in for mooring but keep ready to leave at the first sign of trouble. If this is a trap, I want us gone the instant they try to spring it." The stout ursine sighed. "Have repair crews ready to board once we establish contact and assess the situation, make engine repair priority one. I do not want to work this close to a black hole."
He then looked at the kangaroo, his feet starting to carry him away from the bridge. "Tyr, get your tools and keep your blaster close. Let's make this a fast one." Stav ordered before getting his own kit together.

(so, what kind of engineering technology do we have? Star Trek? Star Wars? Random sci-fi?)

[Tyr Kangaroo]

Tyr follows Stav off the bridge. Getting themselves put together. The ship docks up next to the dreadnaught, locking on. Tyr adjusted his tool belt, sliding his blaster in closer range. He lets out a sigh and rubs his goatee between two fingers,"You ready for this?" Tyr asked Stav, tapping his foot patiently against the floor.

The ship finished it's docking procedures and went into red alert. The dim of red lights flashed softly through the ship. The sound of the locks clinking in place could be heard throughout the ship as it docked, leaving behind an eerie silence.

[Psion]

(Again, I'm making this guy up as I go along, if we need to change anything just note me)
Before heading to the airlock, Stav stopped to make sure he had all his tools. While leader of the ship, he was still an engineer at heart. Besides, the position the larger ship was in meant there wasn't time to waste "supervising" others.
Micro-fabricator, multi-spanner, universal screwdriver, plasma torch, and my sidearm, this should be enough.... It better be enough. The pudgy artificer, his ursine body barely "military standard," thought to himself as he shouldered the combi-pack containing an engineer's kit. As the two ships joined, he took a deep breath and took his first tentative step onto the foreign vessel.

[Tyr Kangaroo]

((Forgot to add this last time, random sci-fi. Like a b-rated film, only roleplay))

Tyr followed Stav into the ship, being tailed by ten other engineers. Tyr turned to them and detailed them to be on high alert and to check all levels of the ship in search of survivors. The ten dispersed in separate directions of the ship. Tyr cleared his throat and acknowledged the perogative for himself and Stav,"Up to the bridge. We can only hope we'll find someone there that knows what's going on. We'll have to keep it brief if we're to be out of here in what little time we have left."

[Psion]

Something worried Stav as soon as they split up before the two of them headed to the bridge. "Where is the crew? Someone should have met us or walked by as we boarded. Something's not right." He lamented as the two of them ambled up to the bridge.
Dreadnaught designs being what they were, the two engineers found the lift to the bridge soon enough. As the two of them stepped in and took a ride up to the heart of the ship, the ensign couldn't help but wonder if the trap had already been sprung...

[Tyr Kangaroo]

"Just keep a steady eye open Stav. Lets not forget, the crew was injured, and I'm sure most of them are scattered through the ship trying to assist where they can,"said Tyr, pulling his blaster from his holster,"Can never be too sure though."

The lift came to a halt, but the doors didn't open. An ear wrenching sound greeted the ears of the two lift riders, along with a vibration that was enough to shake the whole ship.

Tyr pressed against the lift doors, trying to pry them apart. "No dice,"said the roo, he then pulled out a small communications device, and spoke into it,"Iron Resolution, this is Tyr, any pinpoint on what the noise was?" No answer,"Iron Resolution, are you there?"

Silence responded. "Damn it,"said Tyr, shoving the comm device back into his pocket, then he looked over at Stav with a weary look,"Lets get above the lift and go through the service tunnel. It should get us just above the bridge and we'll be able to drop in."

[Psion]

"I can afford to be paranoid Tyr. I plan on having a very long career, distinguished or no." the bear replied matter of fact, neither annoyance or arrogance in his voice.
As the lift came to a premature stop, Stav was already contemplating the possible problems. "Perhaps the blackhole is generating interferance?" He mused aloud while studying the ceiling of the elevator, looking for the access hatch.
"Well this certainly is not a good omen. Good thing my people were a strong race." The engineer muttered as he fudged with the panel to the elevator shaft.

[Tyr Kangaroo]

Tyr propped himself up, lending Stavanvic a paw to push the hatch open. A cold gust greeted them both as the hatch opened, some dust from above falling into the lift.

"Could be the black hole,"said Tyr, cupping his hands, readying himself to boost Stav up,"Lets hope it is. Hop on and I'll get you up."

Another rattle shook through the ship, and another large ear splitting sound wrecked over the air. Tyr flared his nostrils, keeping himself together, trying his best not to worry.

[Psion]

Stav was heavy, the Ursids were always a heavy-set species. Fortunately, the bear was also quick on his feet and pulled himself up without trouble. Reaching back down to help Tyr climb after him, the shudder that ran through the ship nearly made him lose balance. "It feels like the dreadnaught's tearing itself apart. Is that the blackhole or something else?"

[Tyr Kangaroo]

"I'm sure were about to find out,"Tyr grunted as he got pulled up. Tyr sat there a moment and thought, then turned to one of the tunnels,"This one should get us over the bridge." Tyr dropped down into the tunnel, on hands and knees as it wasn't suitable enough to stand in. Tyr crawled down the space and headed in.

[Psion]

Stav grimaced as he got down on his knees to follow after the kangaroo. "I hate tight spaces." He muttered softly to himself, his ursine figure squeezing gently against the close confines of the metallic access shaft. When they finally arrived over the bridge, the engineer rolled his eyes. "I hope they don't shoot us for falling through their ceiling."

[Tyr Kangaroo]

Tyr popped the hatch open. The door dropped down, swinging on its hinges. No gun fire, nor voices. Tyr cautiously stuck his head down in to see. The bridge was relatively smoky, and some of the command stations had sparks flying out of them, where it seemed they had surged and erupted. Several bodies lay strewn out across the floor. "This doesn't look too good,"said Tyr, sitting back up, sticking his legs down the hole,"Let's go have a look." The kangaroo dropped down into the bridge, losing his footing as he landed on a loose railing and fell over with a loud clanging thud,"Damnit...." Tyr sat up on the floor rubbed his sleeve over his brows, then rubs his leg a bit from where he landed on it. Seemed fine.

[Psion]

Stav noted Tyr's less then graceful landing and resolved to do better or at least not land right on top of the roo engineer. Squeezing through the vent in the ceiling, the ursine officer landed with another dull thud. Nothing injuried but his pride and nothing missing from his gear yet. "You alright Tyr?"

[Tyr Kangaroo]

Tyr dusts himself off,"Yeh, I think I can manage." Tyr surveyed the room a bit more now. There were no signs of life, just heaps of bodies strewn across the floor. Much of the equipment and comm systems were wrecked. Tyr walked about the bridge, looking for signs of the ships captain. Tyr noted that the door to the captains office was blasted open. "Stav..."said Tyr,"I think we'd better get out of here." The captain had been laid out across his desk, having been ripped in half. A heap of blood and guts is all that remained of his midsection and his spine having been detached. Tyr massaged his eyes and turned away from the scene.

[Psion]

The ensign didn't even hear Tyr as he took in the scene. With the captain dead and most of the crew gone with him from the looks of things, he already knew what had to be done.
"This is CO Stavanic Cherikcov to all Iron Resolution crew, immediately abandon your tasks and double back to the ship. I repeat, return to the Iron Resolution, can anyone hear me?" He called into his comm. link; not sure if it was any more reliable on the dreadnaught then it was hailing their frigate.

[Tyr Kangaroo]

Tyr walked over to the lift. He hit a button, no response. Tyr pulled out his scanner and ran it over the panel next to the lift. "The lift has no more power. We're going to have to go down the shaft manually,"said Tyr as he leaned next to the lift. He took a panel off the wall and lifted a hatch. "This ought to be fun,"said Tyr as he stared down. It was a good five hundred meters down. Tyr took in a deep breath and slid himself down onto the ladder, starting to make his way down ward,"Stav! Let's go!"