Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: 'Vicious'

IC:

"Not very. I'd recommend keeping him where he is...He won't be very useful to you for about three days...that is, if he wakes up..."

[Rezantis]

"Great," Meia sighed, "although it's at least something."  So saying, Rez/Meia started cycling through the diagnostics for various other systems on the dread...

OOC: Wanting a general overview of any other problems there may be...

[Carthrat]

Well, damn.

So much for having an ally.

Looks like you're on your own, 'Rat... not that there's anything odd about that.

"I see. Your aid is appreciated..."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: My apologies, as I've left this far too long. I still have no idea what to do with you, 'Rat, but I'll make it up as I go along.

IC:

Vicious saw what appeared to be a warehouse/mechanic's bay. There were people moving all around, and no one seemed to want to meet his gaze.

The tired looking man watched Vicious carefully, waiting for some sort of orders as he closed the door...

[Carthrat]

OOC: It's ok, Bean. I've got no idea what to do, so we're even. ^^

IC:

Right. What to do.. what to do.. well, knowledge of just *who* is operating around here might be useful. Of course, can I just ask that out straight?

I hate ettiquite. I think I'll hate criminal ettiquite even more. Well..

"Take me to my ship," Vicious spoke in a dull monotone.

[Bean Bandit]

"Righto sir." the tired man said dully, leading the way across the hangar, weaving through and around various ships strewm about the warehouse.

[Carthrat]

OOC: Gack! Sorry I left this so long. @_@

IC: Vicious trails the man, keeping an alert eye out for any threats that might materialize..

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: ^^;; We seem to be swapping late posts...Gomen....

IC: No threats appear on the short jaunt through the warehouse, and momentarily, Vicious is standing in front of a familiar ship...

[Carthrat]

Vicious stared at the ship for a moment.

I wonder if it comes with a users manual?

He starts 'inspecting' it, wondering if anything will come back to him..

OOC: By inspect, I start wandering around and look at, er, anything which looks 'inspectable'.

[Bean Bandit]

Some time later, Meia's dreadcaught sight of another ship, drifting aimlessly as it performed a slow motion tumbling in the general direction Meia was traveling, and a proximity display on Meia's tac board lit up...

[Rezantis]

"Ah, Spike?  I think I might have my power core back online . . . I might get you to drop me for a second so I can try and mane-"

Rez/Meia cut off suddenly as the sensor board flashed icons at her.

"And Spike, I see another dead looking ship.  Give me a second . . . "

Tapping through her targeting controls, Rez/Meia tried to bring up a detailed view of the detected ship - or at least, some means of identification . . .

[Bean Bandit]

The voice coming from Meia's com was ever-so-slightly irritated now, as opposed to the bored tone she'd heard before.

"I'm not a taxi, y'know."

Meia's tac board scanned the vessel, then tagged it as friendly, and originating from the Nirvana...though the ID beacon was dead, so no more concrete ID was forthcoming...

[Rezantis]

"I didn't think I could get it back, but that core's a bit more resilient than I thought.  This sure as hell ai-oh shit."

Meia tapped some buttons quickly to try and open a comm channel with the fighter, although she suspected very strongly it'd be no use.

[Bean Bandit]

Oddly, the comm DID have power, but it was patchy at best. Static blasted in Meia's ears as a prerecorded distress signal played, and inside the tumbling dread she caught sight of one of the odd biohazard suits the Nirvana carried...

[Rezantis]

Meia promptly tried comming the suit directly.  Those suits had comm units, she recalled . . .