Posted by Cadet Barvan (Security Officer) in Distress Call

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) in Distress Call
OOC: Main Sim? Side Sim? Bit of both?
OOC: TimeLine on this is after the introductions of new crew but before the ‘Dock’ fix. All the other main sim cargo bay threads and the like can carry on. Consider this an alt timeline so you can be doing multiple things at once.
IC:

The orbit was stable and the immediate patterns of the ‘Icefall’ had been logged in the navigation computer for the Endy to avoid them in this shift on the bridge anyway. With senior staff doing senior staff things, mainly Cadets have the bridge at this time. The scenery outside the ship was nice. Glittering icebergs tumbled into the gravity well of the planet Craxus II whose atmosphere was mostly cloud covered but held glittering areas of sea below where the clouds had parted. The water planet was stormy in the immediate view from orbit.

It was in this scene that the comms chirped at tactical. A distress call was coming in - automated - from the Prospector Ship Golddigger. Scans would show that it was not in the vicinity of Craxus II but further out in the system in the vicinity of the two collided Ice Worlds.
- Wookiee

Cadet Barvan was assigned to tactical as the distress call started chirping. He’d read immediately that it came from a prospector vessel called “Golddigger”. It was located in the vicinity of the Ice Worlds. This would be interesting.

Barvan then flipped the comm open and responded to the distress signal.

“Prospector Ship Golddigger, this is USS Endeavour, acting tactical officer Barvan, Rank Cadet, speaking. What is the source of your distress?”

Cadet Barvan, Security

There was a pause. In fact Barvan would be on the brink of repeating his call when a reply full of static came through. There was the sound of loud banging in the background that nearly drowned out his voice. Other sounds of creaking metal and something hissing didn’t help the transmission. =^= Crane here of the ‘Digger. Cursed Trolls in the 49’er rammed me! Ming! I’ll have his head for this! Forward compartments compromised. We’re stuck to them. Power loss. Sitting ducks. =^=

Wookiee