Main - Chapter 7.2: Neptunia

Whenever the Q&A part starts, Hank has a few Qs and no As. I am just going to put the questions here in no particular order with the expectation that you will weave them into the narrative with other questions and answers.
"How much cargo space will be reserved for trade between here and Altairia?"
"Will proceeding past Altairia really mean a minimum one year commitment after reaching Astralon?"
"Are we still going to do the expected research once we reach Astralon?"
"Will the Sentinel accompany us for the full trip to Astralon?"

This is a pretty stunning change to spring on the crew of a merchant ship. Turning the Celestial Voyager into a colony ship means this is literally a one-way trip. We will be absolutely dependent on others to get us back if we don't want Astralon to be our final destination. (Which, for at least now, Hank does not wish it to be.)

Mercer leans back, emotions falling off of his face, once he heard "we will be transforming the Celestial Voyager. " He is just processing information in surprise. He looks around the room at the various reactions to the new information, as he processes the same emotions himself, before looking over Captain Zaytsev... There's trepidation, excitement, fear, tension, motivation... She's watching the room too, gauging the reactions.
'She's going to be planetary governor of Astralon.' There is no way anyone could pass up such an opportunity.
Mercer breaths in, and breaths out.
"That's an incredible opportunity, congratulations Captain. I haven't been a part of your crew long, but I think you have what it takes to succeed.
I would like to ask about logistics though. I would appreciate the itinerary of ship remodel locations when we receive it in full. Up to Altaria. I don't feel that my background and skills would give me the same opportunities as a settler as continuing to be a trader. Sure I know how to survive the streets well enough but... that's the streets."
He pauses a moment "A year is a long time, and I don't know much about settlement, what opportunities would be there? And, conversely, would we be looking a any sort of severance in Altaria to help secure new positions or means of trade?"

"Well, it sounds like we're all with you until Altaria, at least. Maybe Astralon, depending on how things look for us. " Mercer looks around the room. "What do we do now, what's our next step? Do we know where we're going after Englene Station?"

Hank comments, "Well, prior to Englene Station, we will make at least a short stop at Dianretti III to sell our cargo. After Englene Station, our path is pretty much set as we don't have many options. We will follow Englene Station by going to Castland, then Darasalam, then Panipet. After that we will finally reach Altairia. So, there are three worlds we will have to transit between Englene and Altairia."

Hank will also make sure all of the new recruits fully realize what the plan is now.

"On that matter, I think that we could create a shared fund to buy a Free Merchant, even before we leave ITC space. Maybe we could even follow the Celestial Voyager until Astralon, wait a little and be the first trader to get out and sell whatever we can from there. I don't know shit about investment and trading but I would trust Hank to handle my money. Would you be willing to manage this fund, Hank? If so, I would like to invest 4,500 credits" - said Erin

"I think that's an excellent idea. I could also invest some of my family's money into it. I won't be able to go with you, but I could be an external investor and share the risks and get some of the profits, at least until you can buy back my shares." - complemented Valeria.

"I would like to invest some money into that fund as well" - said Maya.

Maya looked different after a well-deserved rest and change of clothes.

"Oh! That reminded me that I also want to introduce our new crew members. So, most of you have already met our new ship physician and critical care specialist, Dr. Maya Chen. Welcome aboard, Doctor."

Maya smiles.

"Next, I would like to introduce Gui Wang. He is from Verdura, where he worked for Stellar Express in the operation and maintenance of local spacecraft. He is going to help Corbin in Engineering." - continues Zaytsev "And finally, I would like to introduce Xia Ding and Appius Pompeius. Xia and Appius still have to master the basics of starship operations, from navigation and maintenance to emergency protocols and teamwork. They are going to learn with us. Erin is assigned to mentor them with a hands-on approach, ensuring they gain practical experience in every aspect of life aboard the Celestial. They will work as security and in general crew duties, assisting wherever needed."

Hank says, "Well, it will take about a million credits to get a nicely appointed Free Merchant. That's the goal we have to work toward to make this happen. It would be able to keep up with the Celestial Voyager, and be able to aid in its defense. And, Captain, if you are willing to spare the minimal space required, a Shiptender Mount can be installed on the Celestial Voyager. Doing that would mean we don't need additional synths and we don't have to try and synchronize spike jumps."

As the meeting is breaking up, Corbin walks up to Wang and extends his hand."C'mon Wang, I'll show you around." As they take the tour of the CV, Wang seems personable. Corbin notices his face looks 'middle-aged' maybe 35 - 50, he's generally in good shape. Definitely someone that's worked physically their whole life. From the callouses and the collection of small scars on his hands, he's turned more than a few wrenches. Looking closer, the crows feet and slightly tired look in his eyes makes Corbin think Wang is older than he looks or has been through some stressful times. Well, at least out where we're going, the decisions are all Life vs. Death, nothing fuzzy to worry about.

Coincident with Corbin approaching Gui, Hank looks over the other two new recruits and he approaches them with Erin. As he appraises them, he sees that Xia is a strapping young woman, apparently just out of the slums and as raw as can be. Pompeius, is physically imposing, and is slightly older than Xia, though seems to be younger than Hank himself. He has a strong physical presence, as of one who has seen and done more than his years would suggest. Hank realizes he needs to ask him about their next destination. "Welcome to the Celestial Voyager. I am glad to see that you took our offers. Erin, here, will show you around and get you started on your instruction. However, if at any time you need something and she is otherwise busy, please reach out to me and I will help you."

With that, he hands them over to Erin. She says, "Let's go. I'll show you your rooms and give you a tour of the ship."

Hank, upon hearing RB's query says, "Looking into that sort of thing sounds like an excellent plan. Mercer, do you thing you can show RB hat you have been researching. I am sure he will be a big help in those efforts."

Turning back to RB, he says, "I'd like to talk with you and Maya later, if you don't mind. But that can wait for now."

The captain's words come to Peter’s ears in slow waves as he tries to make sense of everything that could be changing with the big news he just received. At that moment, he's also hit hard by the realization that he might be losing focus on his primary objective aboard the ship. With all the "excitement" of being back in action and being able to provide his "military expertise," he forgot about the other commitment he had with the real military.

Peter makes his way out of the meeting, exchanging only a few brief words with the new hires before heading to his quarters.

"Very nice to meet you all. My name is Peter. I’m in charge of the ship's defenses and security, especially while we are on the ground. I will make sure to schedule some time with you all to show you the basics of the armory in case of an emergency"

He keeps the conversation formal and brief, and anyone can see that his mind seems occupied while he speaks.
Once in his quarters, he sets up a secure line of communication and tries to contact Commander Reyes to report everything that has been happening with his embedding mission and the data he has managed to gather.

"... so now the rest of the crew and I will probably be making our way to Astralon. I'm not yet sure if I will accompany them all the way there, but I'm sure there's still much to learn between here and there. We'll need to keep an eye out for any activities. Do you remember back in 1223 when that newly settled planet was overrun with psionics causing havoc? They took full advantage of the often lawless state of those newly established systems."

When he's done with the conversation, Peter stays in his quarters for a while, still trying to make sense of all the new opportunities that lie in front of him. In a sense, he is trying to make important decisions about what he is looking for in this new chapter of his life.

Douklan is inspired by the Captain's adventurous spirit, to give up the life that she's built for herself on the promise of trying to govern a community that doesn't even exist yet. ::Would I be as brave?:: he muses to himself. ::Is it bravery, or just a desire to settle down?:: Then he shakes his head. ::No, that's ridiculous. Agreeing to administrate the creation of a colony with a population of people you don't even know is incredibly brave.:: The more Douklan reflects on all the risks he's taken in his life, the more impressed he is with the Captain's daring. That doesn't mean that it isn't crazy, of course.

Douklan nods when Erin speaks up. After the meeting, he approaches Hank. "I don't know what the Navy has in store for me - I suppose I'll be finding out in Neptunia - but if you are thinking of selling shares to fundraise, I'd appreciate it if you'd consider me when you do. Circumstances permitting, I'd like to buy a stake in the ship. Exploring the world sounds wonderful. Helping set up the colony sounds like an adventure, too. But I think I might be ready to move on again before a whole year has passed."

Later, Douklan will look up what he's forgotten about Astralon: namely, how long the years are for each of the habitable planets in the system.

"Of course, Let me show you to the Armory, RB. We have plenty to work with, and a mostly efficient organization system; I would love some input on it. But! Like Hank said, I have collected some modification plans. Some proven and some theoretical.
Now, I'm not any sort of smith or mechanic, but I am good at collecting information. I think you'll like what I have collected. It's very possible..." Mercer's voice will grow quieter to the rest of the crew still gathered as he leads RB to the Armory. Ready to show our new, very unique, crewmember to his pet projects.

Incoming ITC encrypted transmission for Lieutenant Douklan Paravides...

A couple of hours after the meeting have ended, Mercer and Hank had an appointment with Dr. Chen for their periodic checkup. Arriving there, they exchanged uneasy glances as they entered the medbay of the Celestial Voyager.

Dr. Maya Chen, seated at her workstation, was engrossed in a series of complex readings on the holographic display. The medbay, usually filled with the low hum of medical equipment, felt eerily quiet, the tension in the air almost palpable.

"Dr. Chen," Mercer called out softly, not wanting to startle her.

She looked up, her eyes sharp but carrying a hint of fatigue. "You're just in time," she said, motioning for them to sit on the examination chairs. "I've been analyzing your recent blood work. There's something important you both need to know."

Hank leaned forward, his curiosity piqued despite the undercurrent of dread. "Is it about the nanites?" he asked.

Dr. Chen nodded. "Yes, and it's more complicated than I initially thought." She swiped through several data points, bringing up a visual of the nanites on the display. "These nanites are unlike anything I've ever seen. They’ve evolved—or more accurately, they’ve adapted. They’re what the Zyronis doctors have identified as Imperial Markers."

"Imperial Markers?" Mercer repeated, frowning. "What does that even mean?"

"They're essentially encrypted keys used during the Zyronis Empire era," Dr. Chen explained. "When they reach a certain concentration in your bloodstream, they stabilize and begin to emit a specific, encrypted message. This message is triggered by a particular radio frequency, one that I suspect is highly classified or possibly ancient tech from the Elders. It's not just a random broadcast; it’s a deliberate, encoded signal."

Hank exchanged another look with Mercer, a growing sense of unease settling in. "So, why us? Why do we have these... markers?"

Dr. Chen's expression grew more serious. "The only way to acquire these nanites is by being infected with what’s known in Zyronis as steam nanites. They’re a primitive, almost dormant version of the nanites you have now. Once they infect a host, they adapt and transform, becoming specific to that individual's biological makeup. That’s why they became stable in your bodies, and you didn't infect anyone."

Mercer shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around the implications. "Are we the only ones with these markers?"

Dr. Chen hesitated, then sighed. "No, you're not. I’ve been running some cross-references, and it turns out there are others in Zyronis who have been infected. I believe the Explorers have more information about that. The real question is: who or what designed these markers, and why?"

Hank’s voice was a low growl of frustration. "And what does that mean for us? Are we in danger?"

Dr. Chen's gaze softened slightly, but the concern in her eyes was unmistakable. "I don’t know yet. But until we figure out more, I advise caution. We don’t know who might be able to trigger those signals, or what they’re meant to do. All we know is that they’re here, inside you, and they’re active."

Mercer's fists tighten slowly as Dr.Chen speaks, tension growing through his body. All right, we have Eldar nanites inside us. Is there any way to filter them out?
Deactivate them?
That's all good information, but unless they're going to turn me into a superhero I think I'd like them out. That's what I want to know
I know back in the undercity if we got poison-bombed or into something venomous we used to rig up a toxfilter with an IV draw and... then at Dr. Chen's growing aghast expression, "Well it mostly worked, and it's what we had. "

Hank is pretty demoralized by the news. He asks a few questions, then makes his final conclusion stated below.

"Well, if the nanites are in our bloodstream, can we not do a full transfusion to get rid of them?"

"Is the technology Zironian or Elder?"

"Also, are our nanites transmitting? Or are they waiting for a transmission? If they are transmitting, how detectable is that? I mean, sure, we don't know what is supposed to be looking for it, but if it is detectable, then we become inherent security risks."

"To me, the real question is what do they do? Honestly, I'm not sure if we should even be on the ship anymore. We are infected by machines we don't understand for a purpose we don't know, continuously transmitting a detectable signal. We are walking security risks that should be viewed as completely compromised. We are absolutely compromised and untrustworthy. Honestly, if we can't get more information on this infection, we probably should be left behind as too much of a danger to the ship, crew, and mission."

Dr. Chen's eyes widened in horror as Mercer described the makeshift toxfilter procedure. She took a sharp breath, visibly struggling to maintain her composure.

"Mercer," she began, her voice firm but tinged with alarm, "what you’re describing is… well, frankly, it’s reckless. Filtering blood through something like that and reinfusing it—that’s incredibly dangerous, even under the best circumstances. I understand that in the undercity, you did what you had to do to survive, but nanites aren’t like toxins or venoms. They’re far more complex."

She leaned forward, trying to convey the gravity of the situation. "These nanites aren’t just foreign particles we can simply filter out. They’ve integrated into your body at a cellular level. They’re designed to adapt, which means they’re likely bonded with your blood cells, tissues, maybe even your DNA. Any attempt to ‘filter’ them out like you would a poison would be pointless. Or worse, it may cause the nanites to use your cells to replenish their numbers faster or somehow react violently."

Mercer’s fists tightened, frustration boiling beneath the surface, but he forced himself to listen. Dr. Chen softened her tone, trying to reach him. "I understand your desire to get them out, believe me. But what we’re dealing with is beyond modern medicine. These aren’t just simple drugs—they’re nanites, and they’re programmed with a purpose we don’t fully understand yet. Deactivating them might be possible, but it’s not as simple as shutting down a machine. It would require a highly specific signal that matches their encryption or perhaps another kind of nanite that serves as antidote —something we don’t have access to."

To Hank, "They are not transmitting or broadcasting anything by themselves. They answer a very specific, short range, transmission with another very specific message. It's a Near Field Communication of some kind, so we are talking about inches or 1 or 2 yards, with a very specific frequency and content, to make them answer. Until I researched them, I was unable to detect this."

She let the words sink in, giving Mercer and Hank a moment to process. "I promise you, I’ll keep researching. I’ll do everything in my power to find a safe way to neutralize them, but until then, you have to trust me. Trying to force them out of your body the way you’re suggesting would do more harm than good. There is no need to leave the crew as well. The other infected people on Zyronis live normal, long lives. I have prescribed a few vitamins and mineral supplements for you already, so other than that, they don't affect your health. I don't know who made this. You should talk to Mariella and see what the Explorers know about that. You now have a name for your nanites... Imperial Markers."

"That's not a valid comparison. Other infected with this live their lives on Zironis. We're going other places, with the specific intention of finding Elder sites and technology. Any of which could have that magic incantation that will activate the nanites toward whatever their ultimate purpose is. And whatever the purpose is, it can't be good or it wouldn't need to infect. We saw what they are capable of doing. We killed two of them. Ask RB what one of them did to your shuttle. Keeping us around risks unleashing that on the CV at pretty much any point in time. So please forgive me when I don't relish the fate I saw with my own eyes."

He chuckles for a moment, the continues, "Which, apparently, aren't even my own eyes anymore." He glances at his hands for a few seconds, then looks up and asks, "Is any of me 'me' anymore?"

Before the meeting fully wraps up, Hank will work with Maya to package the information known thus far together and sends it to Mariella asking her to ask VIREN and the experts at the Explorers for anything they have or know about Imperial Marker nanites.

Mercer will also want a copy of the packet of information. He's definitely going to be looking for alternate solutions and wants the information he needs when he starts.

Incoming transmission from the Explorers Frigate ITCS Eternal Wanderer...

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Hank,
I hope this message finds you well. I’ve received your questions and got some important updates for you regarding VIREN before we meet up again on Neptunia.

First, the big news: We managed to activate VIREN within a Synth's robotic frame. They are now cooperating with us. It wasn’t easy—the tech is ancient and temperamental, but with a lot of patience and a bit of luck, we were able to make it understand its new situation. VIREN is now mobile, and it’s quite a sight to behold.

We’re currently en route to Neptunia, where I’ll reunite with you and the rest of the crew. I’m eager to see how VIREN interacts with everyone face-to-face, so to speak. But there are some things you should be aware of before we meet.

VIREN’s understanding of the world is… complicated. There are significant cultural differences between the Zyronis Empire era, where VIREN learned everything it knows, and the present day. This has led to some communication challenges. For example, VIREN seems to interpret certain social cues and customs in ways that are vastly different from our norms. I’ve been doing my best to bridge the gap, but it’s clear that VIREN’s worldview is shaped by an entirely different set of assumptions and priorities.

One particularly curious thing came up during our conversations. I asked VIREN about the nanites—specifically, the ones that infected you and how they might be used. VIREN’s response was a bit cryptic, but from what I gathered, it views these nanites as a vital resource, tied to something called the "Ascendant Rituals." I’m still trying to parse out exactly what that means, but it sounds like the nanites could be far more beneficial than you initially thought.

Another interesting point: VIREN mentioned something about you and Mercer being considered "adults" now. Apparently, in the Zyronis Empire’s culture, there was a ritual of sorts, a rite of passage that involved hunting a cybernetic ape with stem nanites in it. Successfully completing this hunt was a way to prove one’s maturity and readiness for greater responsibilities. VIREN seems to believe that your recent experiences parallel this ancient ritual, hence why it now regards you and Mercer as "adults." It’s a strange notion, but it gives us some insight into how VIREN perceives us and its place within our society. Moreover, I want to reassure you: as far as I can understand from VIREN, the nanites won’t change you. They’re more like markers or identifiers of your "adult" status and won’t mess with your body too much. I know how unsettling it can be to think about something like this inside you, but from what VIREN conveyed, that’s really about it for the nanites. So, try not to worry too much about it.

I also discovered why VIREN reacted so negatively to Maya’s group. From its perspective, they were essentially a dangerous group of "kids" bearing weapons and making demands. VIREN assessed them as inexperienced and unpredictable, which, combined with their aggressive behavior, triggered its defensive protocols. When Maya’s group encountered VIREN, it attempted to disarm them, but they reacted violently, leading to the combat with its robots. In VIREN’s mind, it was trying to neutralize a threat, not understanding that they were a salvage team. This misunderstanding underscores the significant gap between its ancient programming and our current context.

I’m not sure what all of this means for the road ahead, but I wanted you to have a heads-up before we meet on Neptunia. VIREN is clearly a powerful asset and its trying to cooperate, but its perspective is fundamentally different from ours, and that could be both a strength and a challenge as we move forward.

I look forward to discussing all of this in person soon. Until then, take care, and keep an eye on things. I have a feeling that our journey with VIREN is only just beginning.

Best,
Mariella

Hank does three things in response to Mariella's message:

1) He finally relaxes for the first time since the meeting with Maya.

2) He 'pens' a response to Mariella (below).

3) He gets a quick meeting with Maya and Mercer set up.

The response to Mariella:
For the meeting with Mercer and Maya:

Hank quickly gets the three of them together for a follow-up. He hopes that his much improved demeanor will show them that this is good news. Once they get together, he shows them the response from Mariella and says, "So this all looks to be a net good thing after all. It would seem my suspicion as to how we contracted it (Mercer twice) are correct. But I was totally, to my delight, completely wrong as to its purpose. So, this should hopefully not be an issue going forward after all. We will need to continue taking readings to make sure it remains nothing, but hopefully they will continue to show nothing."

At the end (assuming more conversation flows from this), Hank will end by saying to Maya, "I encourage you to package this information up and publish it. That would make it available to others who are likewise infected. In fact, it might please them to no end with the knowledge that they are the only "adults" on the entire planet!"

Incoming transmission...

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Hank,

I’m glad my last update brought you some relief! I can imagine how much that put your mind at ease, especially considering the unpredictability of all this ancient tech.

Now, to address your questions:

VIREN has indeed been making a sincere effort to learn and adapt to our cultural norms. It’s been fascinating to watch, honestly. The AI seems fully aware that it's no longer operating within the confines of the Zyronis Empire and understands the necessity of adapting to our present-day customs. VIREN is actively learning from every interaction, though it's clear that some of our cultural cues still confuse it. That said, VIREN’s willingness to change and learn is promising. It’s already picking up on subtleties, though there’s still a ways to go.

As for the Zyronis Empire and its relationship with the Elders, that's a complex question. From what I’ve been able to gather through discussions with VIREN, the Zyronis had immense respect for Elder artifacts and knowledge, though they didn’t fully understand all of it. They did borrow heavily from Elder technology, especially in their advancements in navigation, computer science and cybernetics, but they also diverged significantly, adding their own innovations and interpretations to the mix. The Elders remain somewhat of an enigma, even to the Zyronis. So, while there are connections, the two civilizations should be as different from each other as we are from Zyronis.

Now, about VIREN’s future plans—unfortunately, it won’t be joining us. VIREN has accepted an offer to helm the Eternal Wanderer, a starship tasked with exploring the Pandora's Veil sector. It will bring me to Neptunia, so that's why you will be able to talk to it. Anyway, the ship's captain is none other than Dr. Elias Morrow, a well-respected Explorer and member of our Concil. Dr. Morrow believes that VIREN’s unique capabilities will be instrumental in navigating and surviving the challenges of that particularly treacherous region. So while VIREN won’t be a permanent member of our crew, it’s reassuring to know it will be in good hands, continuing to learn and adapt in its new role.

I know that’s probably not the answer you were hoping for, especially with the Elder site looming on our horizon. But I’m confident that we can handle whatever comes our way and leaving VIREN with the Explorers was the Celestial Voyager's decision. And who knows? Our paths with VIREN may cross again in the future.

Thanks again for your support, Hank. I’m looking forward to seeing you and the crew on Neptunia. Until then, take care, and keep everyone in good spirits.

Best,
Mariella

Transmission to Explorer crew. VIREN.

It has been passed along to me that you are well received among the crew of the Explorer. Being given plenty of information about the historical changes since your last interactions with any living societies and cultures.
I am curious what the Zyronis Empire was like, in your expierence. I have been told that the nanobots markers within me are a designation of maturity withing your culture. A fascinating thing to have among a culture. Especially from my view where we know so little about nanobots and they are generally considered myth or theoretical. Do they have any affect on the host (namely myself) or are they just a cultural designator?
I am glad that all things seem to be going well for you. It is unfortunate, in my opinion, that we were unable to keep you aboard, and fulfill the terms of our agreement personally. Though, I recognize being aboard a ship where some were suspicious of you would not have been a great environment for you to adapt to your new reality.
On the note of your new reality. I am sure everyone aboard the Explorer is being quite helpful with information. However, it is my expierences that an anthropological view of sharing information can be a bit... Clinical. And therefore a bit limited. I wanted to include several references points for you to get views that I suspect will not be included, not out of malice, but out of a natural blind spot.

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 13:44 UTC
Bridge, Celestial VoyagerThe Celestial Voyager hummed softly as it glided through the void, the infinite stretch of space surrounding it like a black ocean flecked with distant stars. The ship's systems were operating at optimal efficiency, and the crew was settling into the routine of another journey. Their destination, Neptunia, was still several hours away, but for now, all was calm.

Douklan's hands moved deftly across the control panel, making small adjustments to the ship's trajectory. The route to Neptunia was a well-traveled one, but the journey was not without its risks. Space was vast and unpredictable, and the ever-present threat of pirates and hostile forces made vigilance a necessity.

"Status report," Valeria Zaytsev commanded in her clipped, no-nonsense tone.

"All systems green, Captain. Course set for Neptunia. Estimated arrival at the Poseidon starbase in twelve hours, twenty-three minutes," answered Douklan.

"Very well, Lieutenant. Maintain current acceleration and trajectory," Valeria replied, her voice even. Their rendezvous with the Sentinel was crucial. The escort ship had been a stalwart companion on the journey so far, and its current absence left Valeria feeling slightly exposed. Still, they were well within safe space, and the Celestial Voyager was a formidable ship in its own right.

The crew on the bridge went about their duties with practiced efficiency. The soft beeps and occasional hiss of the equipment were the only sounds that broke the silence. Valeria allowed herself a moment to appreciate the beauty of the star-strewn vista before them. Space was an unforgiving void, but it was also breathtaking in its stark simplicity.

That tranquility shattered in an instant.

"Captain, we’ve got something," Hank Heron called out from the comms station. His voice was tense, a thin edge of concern slicing through.

Valeria turned sharply, striding to Hank’s station with a speed that belied her composed demeanor. "Report."

Hank’s hands moved quickly over his console, bringing up a black and green tactical display. "It’s a ship, Captain. Just popped up on our sensors. They were running dark—no emissions, no transponder. Now they’re moving towards us on an intercept vector."

Valeria’s eyes narrowed as she studied the display. A single dot on the screen grew steadily brighter as it closed the distance between them. Running dark? No legitimate ship should be operating that way in this sector, especially not one that suddenly sprang to life.

"Ship's hull?" Valeria demanded . "Gimme a detection lock, Hank, let’s keep track of it."

Hank’s fingers flew over the controls, analyzing the data streaming in and trying to get a positional fix in the ship.

Hank says, "I am going with active sensors. They are already trying to intercept us, so I don't see a reason to stay hidden." He waits for a second to give the Captain a chance to change that directive, then, assuming no counter-order, goes to active sensors and scans the target.

Corbin is sitting in Engineering, feet up on the console. He knows it's a little unprofessional but it used to piss of his dad something fierce. Now, there's really no one to tell him to stop, not in his own department. That's when he sees the power spike to sensors. That looked a lot like an active scan...

Looking around the section, he sees who's in ear shot. "Erin, head up to the sandthrower, if Peter's not there, bring in online for testing. If Peter's there, help him as needed. Gui, damage control drill, wake the Synths and assign them to damage control locations. Time starts now. " Putting his feet down and leaning up to the console, he comms the Bridge. "Engineering to Bridge, just threw a surprise damage control drill at my team. What's up on your end?"

Hank’s fingers moved rapidly across the controls, his eyes glued to the displays that flickered before him. The ship had vanished. But Hank knew better than to trust a sudden disappearance. He had to find it again, had to bring it back into their sights before it could strike.

Captain Zaytsev's voice broke the silence. "Hank, report."

Hank straightened, his fingers still dancing across the controls as he responded. "Captain, I’m still trying to get a lock. They’ve gone completely dark—no emissions, no signals, nothing."

"Keep at it, Hank," Valeria replied, her tone clipped but with an edge of urgency. "We need to know where they are before they’re in weapons range."

"I know, Captain," Hank said, his voice grim. "But they’re good. Whoever’s on that ship knows how to disappear. Running projections," Hank replied as he pulled up the ship’s last known position, speed, and heading.

His console generated a map, overlaying it with a series of potential intercept vectors. The lines stretched out like spiderwebs across the star field, each one representing a possible course the enemy ship could take.

"Captain," Hank said after a moment of silence, "based on their last position and assuming they’re heading straight for us, I estimate they’ll be in weapons range in... one to three hours, depending on their course and acceleration."

Hank furiously tries to get a resolution on the mystery ship.

To the Captain: "Should we send a message off to the Sentinel to let them know we are being intercepted?"

To Corbin: "It appears that we are about to be intercepted by a completely unknown ship. We do not know what it is yet, but are preparing for the worst. Feel free to have you or Gui take a look at the sensor data to see if you can make anything out of it."

"Aye, Aye, Sir." - they answered in unison. Erin did that with an ironic smile.

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"Go ahead, Hank. Lieutenant Paravides, any recommendations?" - asked the Captain.

After Douklan's answer, Valeria press the ship's comms. "Mercer, Peter, it appears that we are about to be intercepted by an unknown ship. We do not know what it is yet, but are preparing for the worst. Protect our crew, our ship and our cargo, if necessary."

"Hank, I don't see anything in the data to help. Was that an active lock that gave them away? Heck, not that it matters. I'm adjusting power to the drive for now. We should run for the planet, it'll make getting backup easier and maybe they'll break off if we get close enough to help."

"No. We detected them on passive. Since they were intentionally intercepting us, I figured they already see us, so I thought active sensors would give us a better view. Instead it just basically disappeared. I haven't been able to see them since. We probably won't get a better view until they get much closer."

Hank then tries to get in touch with the Sentinel.

RB, you seem to have some technical knowledge and skill. I have some ideas. Gui Wang, if you have some time I'd appreciate the help too. Let's make his as difficult as possible if they end up boarding.
We could use some these grenades, and I know some very unfriendly chemicals, but I'd absolutely love some help.
Plus I think we can right up a mobile barricade with some of this repair supplies.

htech says:

"Sure thing, boss. I think we should combine the gas and the electricity in a single 'kabum', though. I can surely get one mobile barricade and 3 traps made every hour. Where should we put the first batch of traps? Section 2.E?" - said RB.

"That's an excellent idea, RB, I didnt know they could be combined; I don't know how to make them, I've just seen them in use." Mercer pulled up a layout of the Celestial Voyager. "There are no real structural changes in the Celestial Voyager from its base model. We can assume our attackers have access to our ship structure, or could have if they wanted it.
Yes, let's get 2.E trapped. Then let's look at 1.C, 5.C, 4.A and 3. C. Those seem to be the next most likely points of entrance. If we get a second barricade, one around the bridge makes sense. You have a better grasp of the technical specifications of this ship, what do you think the second most likely points of enterance is, if they were focusing on ease of access?"

"Well, this isn't a fighter," Douklan replies to Captain Zaytsev, "But let's still see if we can outrun them and avoid a confrontation altogether."

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 15:00 UTC
Bridge, Celestial Voyager
Douklan and Corbin tried to put some distance between the ship and the Celestial Voyager. They surged forward. But in the cold silence of space, speed was relative. Without seeing their pursuers, there was no way to know if they were truly escaping or merely delaying the inevitable.

Minutes passed, each one more tense than the last. Hank kept a close watch on the sensors, scanning for any sign of the dark ship. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one filled with a growing sense of dread. The tension on the bridge was palpable, everyone straining to hear something from Hank, anything, that would signal their escape.

Suddenly, the sensors pinged again, louder this time. The dark ship had reappeared, closer, and within weapon’s range. It was a Maelstrom-class fast attack frigate

"They’re hailing us, Captain. No holograms, voice only." Hank reported, his eyes flicking to Valeria.

Valeria hesitated for a fraction of a second. This was a critical moment. Opening a line of communication could give them valuable information, or it could be a trap. She weighed her options quickly.

"Open channel," she ordered.

"Captain Zaytsev of the Celestial Voyager," the person on the other ship intoned, his voice a harsh rasp. "I suggest you cut your engines and prepare to be boarded."

Valeria’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing at the audacity of the demand. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice icy.

The male voice seemed amused. "That is of no concern to you. Your cargo is valuable, Captain, and I intend to take it. Cooperate, and your crew might live to see another day."

"You’ve made a mistake," she said coldly. "We are not a ship that’s easily taken."

The amusement in his voice faded, replaced by a sneer. "We’ll see about that, Captain."

The transmission cut off abruptly.

"Prepare to engage, all hands to battle stations!" Using the intercom, Valeria’s voice rang through the ship, the calmness replaced with the hard edge of command.

The crew snapped into action, the air charged with a mix of fear and determination. Valeria’s eyes flashed with anger. "They’re playing with us. Douklan, evasive maneuvers! Get us out of here!"

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OOC:

Also, if we don't have lv2 skills, Above and Beyond makes no sense, right?

Mercer is going to Do Your Duty to support the escape maneuvers Go Above And Beyond by motivating our pilot .

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On the bridge, Douklan attempts Evasive Maneuvers.

At Comms, Hank sees two primary options for himself to perform:
1) Attempt Crash Systems. But that would only cost them one measely CP. Not sure if it is worth us spending two CP to take one of theirs away.
2) Do Your Duty. That adds in a CP for use by Douklan to get us out of here. If Gunnery also does Do Your Duty, we'll have enough CP for Douklan to attempt Escape Combat.

As soon as the alert came down from the Captain Peter will first run to the armory and grab some extra ammo for his laser rifle, he will also get in to his assault suit and change it’s type b power cell.

After taking care of his own setup he will radio to Mercer while making his way to the gunnery position.

"Saw you preparing some defenses while I passed through the hall, keep at it and I will join you as soon as I see the ship guns are not useful anymore"

Once getting to the gunnery station Peter will Do his duty and keep the sandthrower ready, to shot if necessary when the ship gets on range.

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PS: Bridge can also act again or change its action, if there's enough CP left after all PCs act and spaceseeker19 wants to.

Any Comms activity requires 2 CP and only provides a modifier of 1. So, Hank Does His Duty so Douklan can have the 4 CP required to make an Escape roll. To do his duty he tries to plot a good path away from the opponent.

Douklan isn't sure of the regulations for a pilot communicating with another department directly during an engagement - it would be an absolute violation in the Navy - so he calls out to Hank and the Captain: "Bridge, I might be able to pull away from them if Engineering can give us a bit more in the engines..."

Corbin adjusts the power levels and backs the engine safeties off a notch to provide a boost. Hopefully it's enough for Douklan.

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 15:15 UTC
Douklan's fingers danced across the console as he tried to coax every ounce of speed from the ship. The Celestial Voyager's thrusters roared, straining under the sudden demand for acceleration. They got some distance, but it was not a escape yet. Valeria could feel the oppressive presence of the Maelstrom-class frigate bearing down on them, a predator toying with its prey.

Down in engineering, Corbin's hands moved with practiced precision, adjusting the flow of power and rerouting systems to squeeze out every last drop of speed.

On the bridge, Hank's eyes were glued to the sensors, the tension on his face mirroring that of the entire crew. "They’re locking onto us!" Hank shouted, his voice cutting through the ambient hum of the ship's systems. "Brace for impact!"

A second later, the Maelstrom-class frigate fired its first salvo, energy bolts streaking through the darkness. Luckily, all shots missed.

Hank’s voice broke through the tense silence that followed. "Captain, I’ve got bad news. A second ship is nearby—looks like a Free Merchant class ship, but it’s transponder is off and they are close to the pirate's frigate. They might be working together."

Valeria clenched her fists, her mind racing. "And the Sentinel?"

"Just got through to them, distance is 17 light-minutes," Hank replied, his voice tight. "They’re departing from Neptunia to meet us half way, but they’re seven hours out, considering our current bearing and acceleration."

Seven hours. A lifetime in the middle of a battle. Even though they were able to put some distance from the enemy frigate and escape unscathed the first salvo, the odds were not that good.

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Ok, the Captain gives 2 CP. Douklan and Corbin have to act for us to get outta here. That means Mercer, Peter, and Hank are responsible for generating the CP. We need the combined three of them to generate 4 CP, so someone has to GAAB. Mercer gets three dice on Talk and Hank gets three dice on Program. So, I'd say let's let Mercer keep trying GAAB with Talk until he runs out of ideas, the Hank can take over with Program.

As long as Mercer (or later Hank) succeeds, then the remaining two just DYD to get the 6 total CP needed. We then Boost Engines and Escape Combat. If Mercer (or Hank) fails, then Corbin DYD to compensate for the lost CP and we try the naked Escape Combat roll.

That would seem to me to be our best plan.

So, that means Peter and Hank DYD, Mercer GAAB. Then depending on Mercer's success, Corbin does either Boost Engines (if Mercer succeeds) or DYD (if Mercer fails). Then Douklan does Escape Combat.

When Mercer is out of ideas, Mercer and Hank switch rolls.

Mercer is going to Go Above And Beyond, encouraging Corbin for dome great work.

Peter is going to do his duty and since the SandThrower is already loaded and the plans are not to enter combat at the moment he will turn down the power usage leaving the gun almost in stand-by.

Hank performs DYD by monitoring this new threat to make sure it is properly assessed.

(Fortunately, Escape Combat applies to the entire force, not just a single ship.)Hank contacts RB and asks, "I know you were working with Mercer on explosives. Are you able to make a powerful explosive that is timed by chemical reaction?"

"Hank, are you just asking for a Demo Charge. We might have one somewhere. How much explosive are you thinking, and what use?"

Douklan mutters "Let's see if we can keep this up..." as he attempts to take advantage of whatever the engines (and Engineering) can provide.

"I want to booby-trap some of the cargo if we are stopped. If they are going to take our cargo, I want to make sure they get no benefit from it. If the trigger is a chemical reaction, then there are no electronics or other signatures to detect. But a standard timer could work, too."

EDIT:
"Thinking about the cargo we do have, I recommend that we move some of the cargo around. They are here for the vibroswords and the stunners. They'll take whatever else they can find, too, but that's what they're after. Their ships won't let them take the low-value freight. I recommend that we move the hoverbikes, storage drives, and gravitic plates to be hidden within the freight and completely away from the weapons. That way, even if we lose the weapons, perhaps we can avoid losing the other items."

"Thanks, Cor...I mean, Engineering!" Douklan continues trying to shake off pursuit.

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 15:30 UTC
Douklan’s eyes widened as the Celestial Voyager suddenly surged ahead, the distance between them and the Maelstrom-class frigate unexpectedly growing. For a moment, the tension on the bridge lifted, replaced by a sense of cautious hope.

"Corbin, what did you do?" Douklan asked, his hands steady on the controls, ready for whatever came next.

In the engineering bay, Corbin was just as surprised. He had been pushing the engines to their limit, but nothing he had done should have caused such a sudden burst of speed. "I don’t know," he admitted, wiping sweat from his brow. "Maybe we rerouted something, or... hell, maybe we just got lucky."

Valeria wasn’t one to trust in luck, but she recognized an opportunity when she saw one. "Keep at it," she ordered. "If we’ve got an advantage, let’s use it."

On the sensors, Hank was frantically scanning for any explanation. "It’s weird," he muttered. "The Maelstrom’s targeting seems off... like they’ve lost us for a moment. They’re adjusting, but—"

The sound of weapons fire interrupted him, as the frigate unleashed another volley. The deadly beams of energy sliced through space, and again they all passed harmlessly by, missing the Celestial Voyager entirely. A ripple of disbelief passed through the bridge.

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Hank says, "Let's keep running that play while we can!"

Hank attempts to scan ahead and make sure our path is clear

+1 CP

Alright, no pressure, press all the same buttons in the same order, hope for the same outcome. Corbin continues to work though the controls to keep the engine speed up.

As planned Peter will power down the weapons leaving any free energy for the scape attempt doing his duty

Douklan says "Whatever you're doing, Engineering, it's working!" and he tries to capitalize on the boost to pull further ahead of the pursuing ship(s)...

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 15:45 UTC
The pirate ship's weapons fired in rapid succession, but each shot narrowly missed the Celestial Voyager, the searing bolts of energy streaking past them with terrifying closeness. Despite their evasive maneuvers, the Voyager remained locked in a deadly dance with the pirates, the distance between them stubbornly unchanged. Every time they tried to gain an edge, the pirates matched their speed, keeping them just within range, a menacing shadow that refused to let go.

No matter what we do, Hank is still DYD this round. So ...

Hank Does His Duty by attempting to gain a better resolution on the Free Merchant.

Corbin does his duty to stabilize the power systems incase we have to shift from running to shooting.

Peter will do his duty by aiming the sand thrower at the cockpit of the pirate ship, so that if he has to shoot he will do in a way to confuse the pilot and try and gain a edge in escaping.

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Not giving up yet, Douklan tries to shake the pursuers.

The Celestial Voyager hurtled through the void, every thruster straining to keep the ship ahead of the pirate vessel looming behind. Douklan’s knuckles were white as he gripped the controls, his mind racing for any possible maneuver that could throw off their relentless pursuers. On the bridge, the tension was a living thing, coiled and ready to strike.

"Captain, they’re closing in again," Douklan warned, his voice taut with the strain of the chase. The pirate ship had recovered from their last maneuver faster than they’d hoped, and the distance between them was shrinking.

"Maintain course and speed," Captain Valeria Zaytsev ordered, her voice steady despite the pressure bearing down on them. "Corbin, I need everything those engines have. We have to stay ahead of them."

Corbin’s voice crackled over the comms from the engineering room, the background noise of whirring machinery and the frantic clatter of tools filling the bridge. "I’m giving you all I’ve got, Captain, but the engines are overheating. We’re pushing them to the brink."

Before Valeria could respond, the ship shuddered violently, throwing everyone off balance. The harsh screech of tearing metal filled the bridge, followed by a series of warning alarms that blared in deafening succession.

"Direct hit to the engines!" Douklan shouted, frantically trying to stabilize the ship as it listed to one side. His heart pounded as he fought to regain control, but the damage was severe—too severe.

Valeria grabbed onto the nearest console, steadying herself as the Celestial Voyager bucked beneath her. The bridge lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the tense faces of her crew.

"Report!" she demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.

"The main engines are down, Captain," Corbin said, his voice grim. "We’re losing power fast. The secondary systems are still online, but we’re dead in the water, unless I can fix this."

A cold knot of dread twisted in Valeria’s stomach. Without their engines, they were defenseless, a sitting duck for the pirate ship that now loomed ever closer.

Suddenly, the ship’s communication systems crackled to life, filling the bridge with the rough, sneering voice of the pirate captain. "This is Captain Drellan of the Raven’s Claw. You’ve run long enough, Celestial Voyager. Open your doors and prepare to be boarded. Surrender your cargo, and we will let you live. We’re not assassins. We don’t kill for sport. We’re taking goods that belong to the People of Draco I, not some corporate fat cats or military brass. You’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Douklan glanced at Valeria, his face resolute. The bridge was silent, the crew holding their breath as they waited for their captain’s response.

Valeria’s eyes hardened, a cold fire burning in their depths. She knew what was at stake—the lives of her crew, the guns they were carrying, and the pride of her ship. Surrendering to pirates and terrorists meant more than just losing their cargo and millions of credits; it meant abandoning everything they stood for.

"We don’t want unnecessary bloodshed," Drellan continued. "But we will do what we must to take what’s ours. You’ve put up a good fight, but it’s over, Captain. Hand over the cargo, and no one needs to get hurt."

She straightened, her voice firm and unwavering as she addressed the pirate captain. "This is Captain Valeria Zaytsev of the Celestial Voyager. You speak of justice, but your actions are nothing more than theft. These goods are ours or were entrusted to us, and we will not abandon them—or our ship—to satisfy your twisted sense of righteousness. If you truly value life as you claim, you’ll let us go. Otherwise, prepare for a fight. We will not surrender. If you want our ship, you’ll have to take it by force."

There was a pause, and then a harsh, guttural laugh echoed over the comms. "Brave words, Captain, but bravery won’t save you now. We’ll tear your ship apart from within if we have to. This is your last chance—surrender, or face the consequences."

Valeria cut the comms, her expression fierce as she turned to Douklan.

"Battle stations," she ordered. "We will not give up. Everyone who can is to don powered armor. We may be out of engines for now, but we're not out of the fight. Lieutenant Paravides, choose 3 from our crew, wait for the pirates to board us and give them hell. Mercer and Peter, I want you to split and lead the remaining people. Protect our crew, our ship and our cargo. I will grab a gun and stay at the helm. Corbin, gimme that engine back!"

Valeria took a deep breath, her hands steady on the command console. They were outgunned, outmaneuvered, and now, without engines. But as long as they had breath, they would fight. The pirate ship might think them easy prey, but they would soon learn that the Celestial Voyager was not so easily broken.

"Captain, we should let them dock at least, that will let us choose the place we encounter them. We might need that edge."

Mercer takes a breath and links into the comm system. "Captain Drellan of the Raven’s Claw, this is Mercer Furio of the Celestial Voyager. The crew has elected to allow you to dock. We will make everything ready for you at the Port Airlocks. Will this be acceptable?"

Corbin puts on his powered armor and connects his laser rifle's power cable. Once equipped, he heads back towards the engines for repairs.

Clicking his comms, "Gui, send the synths towards the engines. Suit up and meet me there." Dragging the Tool chest along behind him, Corbin moves from section D to E. Triggering the comms again "Bridge, I assume whatever ever Mercer's doing is a ploy, but if these frakkers don't bite, I vote we start shooting at their cargo ship."

Hank sends out a broadcast to the crew, "Our drives have been disabled. Everyone needs to get suited up in the best suits they can handle and arm yourselves. Everyone should be prepared for vacuum." Hank will put on his armored vacc suit and get his laser rifle and pistol. I assume Hank will have to DYD as there really isn't anything else his position can do at this time. He asks Corbin if he can let Erin and the two new porters move the cargo around. I assume Corbin needs GUI and the synths. He asks Jil to help the Professor and Maya get into vacc suits and start setting up a stronghold in the ship that is away from the outer hull and the cargo hold. Or is the bridge that stronghold? We're gonna need to make sure we have a plan for that starting now.

Douklan keeps his call on the intercom brief. "Jil, Erin, and, uh...Appius...suit up, arm yourselves, and join me in 5." He sees the scan of the approaching ship. "...make it 3." Then he begins donning the familiar power armor and weapons he used on/in Zyronis.

Hank Does His Duty by monitoring to see if he can pick up the communication between the opposing ships.

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 16:00 UTC
"Acknowledged, Celestial Voyager. Stand by for cargo transfer. All your crew should be unarmed and unarmored at the Port Airlocks. Power down all your non essential systems and do no repair your engines. We are sending an armored squad with stunner rifles." - the pirate's captain answers Mercer

Hank, in the meantime, you think there is a lot of direct communication, probably using lasers, between the ships. The Free Merchant is approaching the airlocks that Mercer talked about (Section 2E, port side).

But the Attack Frigate is getting closer to your hull as well. Starboard side, you dont know the deck yet. Maybe they will board simultaneously?

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Peter already had his Assault suit on, seeing that the rest of the crew is all in on the boarding action he will get out of the gunner's position, will connect his laser rifle to the suit and head to Section 2E Starboard Side.

"I'm heading to the Starboard Airlocks, who else is with me?"

[ooc]since im leaving my gunnery post to go start defenses does that mean i dont do a gunnery action?[/occ]

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What do you do?

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Not repairing the engines was never an option in Corbin's mind. He listens to the in ship comms chatter wondering if he will get this done before anyone decides to order him to stop.

Placing the spanner back in the tool chest he relaxes for a second. 'That should do it.'

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"I will be joining up with Mercer, we should let one of this groups a bit further from the airlock, and as a quick response team in case they start to boarding from another location"

Peter will join in on mercer and give a quick nod of the head

"Are you good to take point?""The team closer to the airlock can try and board the Free Merchant and maybe get controll of it, while our team stays behind and responds to the attack frigate's response"

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After a quick pause to review the recent command discussion and hearing nothing to dissuade him from continuing repairs, he directs the synths to keep working.

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 16:15 UTC
The tension on the bridge of the Celestial Voyager was palpable, the crew ready for the next pirate's move. Outside the viewport, the pirate ship Raven’s Claw loomed ominously, its dark hull like a predator stalking its wounded prey. Valeria could feel the weight of every decision pressing down on her.

"Attention all crew, they’re boosting their engines," Valeria reported, her voice tight with urgency. She watched as the pirate vessel surged forward, closing the distance between them with alarming speed. "Lieutenant Douklan, report to the bridge. We have our engines back, but they’re coming right for us."

Hank says, "At the minimum, we are getting more time before we have to submit to boarding. I suggest that those not keeping the engines running or flying the ship should be preparing the cargo hold to be a stronghold from which we can fight and defend ourselves."

::What the fuck...?!!:: Douklan thinks to himself, and exchanges a look with the three others - Jil, Erin, and Appius - who are all fully-armed and have been waiting with him by the airlock for minutes. Then he sprints back to the bridge, repeating the old Navy maxim over and over in his head: ::The Captain is always right...::

He hastily leans his plasma projector on the console and sits down in the pilot's seat once again.

Yup. It's your turn again.

Mercer will go Above and Beyond and tell the Engineering crew what an incredible job they did with repairs and keeping us going so long.

Hank Does His Duty. He is busy encouraging and thanking Mariella for her efforts to move some stuff around.

Peter does his duty by helping the rest of the crew get armed and setting up his position for the possible boarding in case the scape does not work.

"Engineering to Bridge - Engines restored, diverting auxiliary power to them. Let's move it."

Douklan tries to capitalize on the Boost that Engineering has provided once again.

Edit: That actually should be a success, with a 15 (after all that, I forgot to add the +2 from Boost).

Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 16:30 UTC
"Engines boosted, Captain," Corbin reported from the engine room. "We’re at full speed and it should be enough to gain some distance."

Valeria nodded, feeling the surge of acceleration as the ship sped ahead. "Douklan, push those engines as hard as you can. We need every second of separation."

"Aye, Captain," Douklan said, his focus laser-sharp. He increased their speed, the debris outside speeding as the Celestial Voyager pushed forward. The pirate ship gave chase, its engines flaring as it tried to close the gap. But this time, the distance began to widen.

The bridge filled with a quiet sense of hope as they watched the distance between the two ships slowly increase on the readout. The Raven’s Claw might have superior firepower, but with the Celestial Voyager no longer crippled, they had regained the one thing that mattered most—speed.

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Trade Era 1235, Day 167. 16:45 UTC
Just as the gap between them and the Raven’s Claw began to widen, the ship jolted violently, throwing the crew off balance. A series of alarms shrieked to life, piercing the tense silence that had only moments before been filled with cautious relief.

"Direct hit to the engines!" Hank shouted over the noise, his hands scrambling over the controls. "They’ve locked onto us again."

Valeria gritted her teeth, gripping the edge of the console as she steadied herself. "Corbin, status on the engines!"

Corbin’s voice came through, thick with frustration and stress. "That last hit destabilized the main power conduits. The engines are only operating at half power, and I’m not sure how long they’ll hold if they shoot us again. I’ve got a team working on it, but we’re running on borrowed time."

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Space Combat - Action Report (16:45 UTC):



See dice rolls below

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17:00 UTC - Departments may act in any order:

Douklan tries to get the ship away again.

The Celestial Voyager raced forward, its damaged engines struggling to keep momentum. Behind them, the dark silhouette of the Raven’s Claw loomed ever closer, like a predator refusing to let its prey slip away.

"Captain," Hank warned, his voice tense. "They’re lining up for another attack."

Valeria’s eyes narrowed. "Brace for impact!" she shouted, gripping the armrest of her chair.

Two searing bolts of plasma erupted from the Raven’s Claw, their glowing trails cutting through the darkness of space. The twin blasts screamed past the Celestial Voyager, missing the ship by a hair's breadth. The near-miss sent some hope through the crew, but no one dared to breathe a sigh of relief yet.

"They missed," Hank reported.

"But they’re keeping pace, Captain. We haven’t shaken them," said Douklan

Valeria clenched her fists, watching the tactical screen as the gap between them remained maddeningly steady. The Raven’s Claw wasn't letting up. They were still locked in this deadly chase.