Open Rp. Lantorn Docking Bay
Occupancy: Minmatar Republic
Sovereignty: Minmatar Republic
Security Status: 0.3
Location: Expert Distribution Warehouse
The dim lights of PIE docking bay 709 blurred together as Shalee blinked open her yes. She drug her fingers across her face, wiping away the thick layer of 'pod goo' while a swarm of pod techs checked her stats.
Still wired into it, she could hear the cacophony of pilots across many different channels at once. Corp, militia, intel. Hundreds of voices droned together as they gave reports of enemy locations, asked for assistance in other parts of the war zone, or simply just chatted on downtime.
She stood perfectly still as one of the techs started to disengage her, untangling the array of tubes that were her lifesupport in the sky. Still a bit woozie from the rush of combat, she staggered as she stepped down onto one of the metal grates. A med tech supported her arm, steadying her, and she smiled. "Thanks."
Finally the voices were silenced as she was completely seperated from her pod. Glancing over to Lieutenant Shutaq, she nodded, "Not a bad patrol huh?"
She took another step forward into a stream of water pouring from an overhead shower, rinsing off her pod suit while working her fingers through her long hair. "I need to spend a little time in the hangar tonight. I'm down to my last slicer." She held her head back and closed her eyes as the warm water sprayed across her face. "Though I'm good on everything else I think."
She made idle chitchat, uncertain if he was even listening to her or not. The pair had docked up at the exact same time as they came in off of patrols.
No doubt after showers and clean up, they would go their seperate ways, barely a word to be spoken to one another off duty. She mused on how strange it was, how they flew together almost nightly and developed a sort of symbiont relationship in the sky, could anticipate each other's moves, knew what the other would do at almost any given time when on the battlefield. But once patrols were over, they became just as disconnected from each other as they were from their pods.
Occupancy: Minmatar Republic
Sovereignty: Minmatar Republic
Security Status: 0.3
Location: Expert Distribution Warehouse
Barely acknownledging the hangar technicians as they went through the standard post-flight checks to his ship, Escobar stepped down from his pod, trailing tubes, 'pod goo' and other life support devices.
"Uh, Sir...?" said a junior flight deck engineer, "Should I grab your flight suit for you?". Escobar, wincing with pain, stripped off his suit and shoved it roughly into the technician's hands.
"Thanks kid", he grumbled, "If Lt Shalee or Cpt Laerise are looking for me, Ill be in Med-bay".
"Yes Sir". The lad snapped a quick salute and hurried off to clean the flight suit and help power down TES Graviton, Escobar's Punisher.
On a gurney in Med-bay 03 a Doctor checked over Escobar's horribly swollen and bruised ribs.
"Hows it look Doc?" he asked. "You damned well better not sign me off, Im going out again and finding that fucking pirate, the opportunistic bastard!!!"
"Theyre cracked, but you'll live", said the Dr. "I thought you were relatively safe in those pods?".
"We are Doc, unless ofcourse your ship is blindsided but a handful of Scourge missiles. Then youre not so goddamed safe, Jesus the pod ejecter ride is rougher than a Brutor hooker!"
"Im gonna find that thieving bastard if its the last thing I do, the way I see it; he owes me for a Punisher and a rib!!.
"I shall get you another one next time I am in Huola."
Aldrith sat up slowly after his neural links were severed, his eyes wincing for a moment as he regained awareness of his body. Apart from that he showed no visible signs of discomfort, swinging himself off of the table and walking to the showers as easily as one would wake up from a pleasant nap. He had been a capsuleer for almost a full year longer than Shalee and had become accustomed to the myriad of odd and unpleasant sensations the career entailed. He stopped at a shower head several spots away from Shalee and turned it on, maintaining the distance both because of her rank and his court-taught consideration of the opposite sex would not allow him any closer in such an oddly intimate setting. But the greatest reason was that their personal relationship had been... tense.
"Yes... good patrol," he answered finally, smiling a little to himself as he rung the pod fluid from his bangs. It was undeniable that their professional relationship was excellent. Almost every night they were on the front lines together, flying the same ships, and almost every night produced victories to add to their killboards. This night was no exception.
"So you really enjoy the Slicer as much as I do, hm?" Perhaps it was time to find some common ground again.
Glancing over her shoulder, she couldn't help but chuckle as she heard Escobar's booming voice flowing out of the medical bay. She knew exactly how he felt. Many times she'd come off of patrols sprouting a string of curses, damning the Mintmatar and pirates who griefed them while they were on duty.
She had too much of a red-headed temper at times and usually it ended up with her being drug into a Captain's office for a well deserved ass chewing.
Not wishing that fate on the new Ensign, she flicked her gaze over to Aldrith, "Maybe we should try to go calm him down?"
Escobar was one of her favorites, after all, and wanted to see him stay on the right path and out of the brass's office.
As he asked her about the slicer, she nodded. "Definately. As Captain Yoshida said, 'more damage than a Crusader, tank as much as a Punisher, and have as much range as a Coercer,' so what's not to love? In fact, I think I'm going to fly them exclusively for a while."
She ran her hands through her hair in a continuous motion, feeling a bit sluggish now. The high was wearing off and now she was just tired. Yawning, she stole a glance over to Aldrith again, "We should try to get all of the Ensigns into them at some point. That'd be a deadly little fleet don't you think?"
At that moment Ensign Escobar bumbles out of the Med-bay, almost knocking Lt Shalee over, yelling
"I don't care what the test is for Doc, you are not putting THAT anywhere!".
"Oh, uuuh....Lt!" he stammers, suddenly noticing her and trying to hide his embarrassment. "I uh, ribs...hurt. Um, ship...pirates, gotta go!". He heads off towards the hangar, cursing his crassness.
Apart from a few patrols together, Escobar had only caught mere glimpses of the Lt around the hangar or in the canteen. Brief flashes of that red hair and fiery attitude that would keep a man's mind reeling for days, and now he was the one caught being fiery.
Stomping onto the flight deck and donning his suit he nods to his crew and enters his pod. "Right chaps...lets get this bird warmed up!" Flicking on his neocom he thinks to himself, "Here we go again...this time Ill try get back in one piece".
The frigate comes to life and the hangar crew guide him out into the cold, dark vacuum...
Aldrith watched the flustered Ensign as he washed out the crevaces of his suit, mildly amused. When he made his exit he gave Shalee a smirk.
"You and men... I swear," he said wryly, shaking his head. "But anyway, Slicers for Ensigns seems risky to me. When they are veterans and have their skills up to par, yes, I will gladly provide Slicers to them. For now, I feel more comfortable giving them to you and the more experienced." He finished up and went for a towel, adding, "His spirit is admirable, though."
Ascentior awakes with a start. He looks around his dimly lit sleeping quarters toward the Holo-window. The window is flicking between images of the more memorable Empire landmarks. He chose these as his views instead of the recommended calming scenery to remind himself of the things he is fighting for on each patrol.
The lights recognize the change in breathing, signifying that he has awakened, and increase the light in the room. He particularly focuses on the holo-window overlay that contains the current time, and the digital number flashing like taunting fireflies. "Shit, I'm running late again." He grumbles to himself as he realizes he doesn't have time for a regular morning routine before his patrol. This is the third time in as many weeks.
He climbs out of his sleeping platform and heads toward the display on the wall and checks out the star map. "Hmm, Ezzara, Raa, Tzvi and Oyeman all look like they need some attention." He mutters as if informing someone other than himself. The star map display is bordered by a few others, one of which displays the ships available in the hanger. In Ascentior's case this was littered with Punisher class hulls as his preference of ship is quite obvious to all.
After pulling his flight suit out of the basic clothes container, he feels the same exhilaration as the first time he recalls donning a similar suit in defense of his beloved Empire.
"Dock master, please prepare TES Infliction for flight. I will be arriving momentarily."
As he passes the simple ablutions on his way to the dock he notices the gathering of pilots who have just started to stand down from their previous patrol.
"Lieutenants, Ensign. As usual you seem to have done quite a job of securing some of our complexes, I will endeavor to match your efforts." He gives a nod to the pilots "However I would like to stop simply crossing paths on our shifts and start flying together" he adds. While he enjoys flying alone quite a bit, the added safety and sharing his devotion with other is comforting.
He then moves towards the blast door leading to the dock to head on his patrol, mind wandering on what might be awaiting him in the cold depths beyond.
'Is death in store for me tonight?' He ponders... This question will not go unanswered for too long.
Water streamed across her face as she stood there, in no hurry to abandon the platform just yet. It was warm, relaxing, and she still hadn't quite gotten over the nauseated feeling from coming out of pod.
As Escobar bumped into her, she blinked open her eyes. "Ensign." She smiled as she noted the flush of his cheeks, mistaking it for being embarassed by bumping into a superior junior officer. She opened her mouth to say something else but he wandered off muttering about ribs and pirates. Her gaze followed him until he disappeared into his pod.
Her gaze slanted to Aldrith, "Me and men?" Her brow arched. "Theres nothing going on with the Ensign and I. Jeeze Aldrith, I barely know him. But he is one of my recruits. I did his interview, though I think Lt Hiigaren was there too." She'd done so many recruitment interviews lately that their faces almost blurred together.
She closed her eyes again as she dropped her head forward, her long red hair pulled across one shoulder, the water spraying against the back of her neck. "I don't mean that I want them in slicers now. Only that they should train for them."
Ascentior's voice caught her attention and she looked up, "Lieutenant." He was her first interview and she would always remember feeling more nervous than he probably was. But they got through it, and now he was starting his climb up the ranks himself. She couldn't help but be proud. "Yes, of course, we should plan to fly together soon, I'd like that."
As Ascentior dashed off for his round of patrols, she mused on how disconnected everyone was. They rarely spent out-of-pod time together unless they happen to run into one another at a random bar or the Amarrian Basilica. Though a lot of that could be accounted to the flight schedule.
After a few more moments under the water, she stepped over to a deck attendant who had the towels. Her uniform and other necessaries were waiting for her nearby in one of the small changing rooms.
She curled up into the towel and sat down on one of the nearby benches right near the showers, needing a moment to 'get her land legs'. She leaned her head against the wall and concentrated on not passing out.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm never going to get used to it," she confided to Aldrith. Her head ached and she felt like she'd been on the receiving end of a slaver whip. "How do you come out of it so unaffected?" Apparently some people were born to fly, others not so much.
Sovereignty: Curatores Veritatis Alliance (CVA)
A world away in the G-5EN2 system, LT Commander Condor Amarr docks in the only Station in system, "Rubicon". As his tiny Capsule moves through the docking perimeter, he takes time to look at the other ships docked around him. He aligns to the small section of the Docking Bay that has been reserved for pilots of Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris. As his tiny 'pod' slips into the docking bay, he feels a very slight shudder as the docking clamps lock around the fragile hull. Not wasting a moment, Condor activates the internal frequency of the docking bay and say, "Ready my Crusader. I am going back". An almost immediate response of "Yes Sir, at once" is received as he feels the capsule being lowered into the awaiting ship.
As preperations are made for his departure, Condor's mind is a thousand places at once."Am I out of my mind? The task is complete, don't go back just because you feel you need to." The loss of his Purifier not 15 minutes before was still fresh in his mind. Yes, the mission had been achieved. The Sovereignty Blockade Unit (SBU) of the -AAA- pirates had been destroyed in the SV5-BN system. Although not technically under CVA control, the system is held by a friendly Alliance and Condor saw it as his duty to assist in it's Defense.... After all, they had welcomed him into the most hostile of territories with a smile and a friendly welcome over comms. It amazed Condor how humbling it was to hear "It is always good to see our friends from PIE coming to assist when they can".
As Condor slipped back out of the docking bay and aligned his ship to an undisclosed bookmark, in preperation for activating the Jump Bridge that would launch his ship accross the many systems he was required to travel, he wondered.... "Am I doing this to try and make up for my failings of losing Lantorn?"..... As his agile Crusader launched into warp towards the Jump Bridge, he knew that was a question he would likely never answer.
Aldrith smiled good-naturedly at her after drying off.
"Of course there is nothing going on. But surely you must notice..." He broke off, glancing at the door the bashful Ensign had run off through and let out a small chuckle. Shalee worried him; he knew full well from his life amongst Holders that beauty and charm could be either a gift or a curse.
The first time he had ever seen her another bashful Ensign was trying his best to propose his affections for her. Aldrith, a hopeless romantic himself, had suggested the Basilica as a more private place to continue their talk as there were a fair few prying eyes where they were at the time, his own included. He remembered the smile the pair gave him the most out of anything else. However, things did not work out, to say the least. That Ensign ended up becoming a pirate, and the last time he saw Shalee in Pax Praetoria the man she took over him was a breath away from strangling her.
He personally knew little of Shalee except a for a few glimpses that either frightened, or saddened him. One glimpse almost made him despise her, but he had gotten past that. So he worried. But he kept his smile, and let the subject drop.
"I apologize. I should have phrased that 'men and you'. But anyway, about all of this." He pointed carelessly at the neural links in the back of his neck, more than a hint of disdain in the gesture. "In all honesty I am not unaffected. I just can't be bothered to keep letting it get to me." He wanted to go on a rant about how much he disliked so many parts of his life as a capsuleer, how much he would rather be back on Mishi breathing real air, walking on real grass and looking at a real sky. Deep down he kept on telling himself he did not belong in the stars, but that was something he had been avoiding addressing for almost two years now. He did not much wish to delve into it all now.
Shalee glanced off towards the door that Escobar had disappeared out of. "No, I don't notice anything other than an over eager Ensign trying to make a good impression?"
She shrugged, putting the thought from her mind as he spoke again.
Rivulets of water streamed from her hair, dripped down the side of her neck and trickled onto her pod suit.
She opened her mouth to say something else but was silenced by a loud screeching internal siren. It rang for half a minute then switched off. Voices rose in question, crew members, dock handlers, pilots, asking each other questions, trying to find out the meaning of it.
Before there were answers, the lights flickered off suddenly, flashed on then off, then back on. Seconds later, a hush fell over the station as the lights went off once more and stayed off. She blinked open her eyes to stare into the darkness, "Aldrith?" Her tone was laced with worry.
An automated metallic voice chimed out over the loudspeakers throughout the space station as red emergency lights flashed on.
"Due to a malfunction with the launching bay, all personal out going flights are postponed until further notice. Pilots may exit the station on Dock 4573A via our secure shuttle system. We are sorry for any inconvenience."
She sighed as she stood up, "God damn it." She hung the towel around the back of her neck, "I think I'll go get dressed." Still a bit wobbly, she stumbled her way through the dim lit space, making her way to the changing rooms.
As she stepped into small dressing room to change into her flight suit, she could hear a rush of voices from the outside, crew members of PIE pilots who had just been grounded from take off. She assumed she'd be running into Escobar and Ascentior soon since they most likely didn't have the time to make it out of the launch tunnel.
She quickly dressed, laced up her boots then stepped out side wondering where the hell Dock 4573A was at anyhow. She'd rarely spent any time in the station except in the hangar to pick up various parts.
In the glow of the emergency lights, she glanced around for Aldrith, wondering if he'd have a clue where to go.
The camera drone yet to be launched, Ascentior begins his pre-flight check of the ship's systems.
He activates his thrusters momentarily, then powers them down. 'Thrusters, responsive' He marks the check list of in his mind.
The turrets whirl around to different corners of the docking bay, then come to follow one of the engineers. After following the engineer for a short while, they come back to rest pointing directly forward. 'Lasers, check.'
As he begins to power up the sensor arrays, he notices an odd signal. Trying to concentrate on this signal from inside the station was making it harder, he powered down all other systems to try and focus on this sensation.
"Are you guys getting this" He opens the commlink to the station hands.
"Getting what, sir?" Came the young voice on the other end. Then the link was cut.
Ascentior is used to some of the newer station hands having difficulties with the equipment, so he opens the commlink again. But it won't work. It was his end that was having the problem. His comm system appeared to have malfunctioned.
He tries to signal the crew members around him to allow them to investigate, but none of his systems seemed to work. He tries the thrusters, nothing. The turrets, again nothing. There was no response from any systems at all. As the camera drone hadn't been launched yet he couldn't see anything, and his sensors were quickly fading.
'This is it? A wetgrave?' He remembered the feeling of nothing. Like the day that he was found by a random pod pilot that later became a friend, then his commander in PIE. 'This is different' he thought. 'This is final.'
An explosion rang through his ears. Well not quite an explosion, it was more like the hanger door slamming shut. But that was only done in emergencies, or else it could injure a lot of people. Then he felt the explosion hit is pod. But that couldn't be right. nothing should be able to damage him in his pod, inside his punisher, inside the dock.
A few moments later he felt the liquid draining from around him. And the realization hit. It wasn't an explosion that hit his pod, he had been ejected. Something was definitely wrong.
"You, Crafstman, what happened here?" He questioned one of the crew as he tried to exit the pod.
"Please sir, wait a moment for us to get you out"
"Just answer the question" the unknown was a little too much here. He pulled the connections free himself as the goo dripped down his body.
"Well sir, we really don't know. You seemed to lock onto something, your turrets started tracking, then your ship lost all power. Then the hanger door closed as if we were under fire. But, we aren't under fire"
All of a sudden everything turned black. All the sounds of the equipment ceased. The breeze that came from the air purifiers in the bay stopped.
"Quick, the blast doors, if we work together we can open them!" the dock master shouted. They all moved toward where the sound came from. "Come on men! Pull! Pull! Pull!"
The door cracked a little, enough for some red light from the emergency lights in the hall to filter through. Using that light they found a metal rod that is usually used chock up small turrets while they aren't being used and it was slim enough to fit in the crack. They pulled on the rod and the door moved open enough to fit the men through.
As they opened the door the slim hallway was lit in red and the sounds of confusion filtered their way down from all directions. It now appeared that the little incident wasn't so little. And not exclusive to the docking bay.
Something bad has happened. He wasn't sure what it was, but it has to have something to do with that strange signal. It was definitely something he had never seen or read about. And he was going to find out what caused this. And make sure it didn't happen again.
A familiar voice made it's way through the shadows and crimson glow, "Aldrith?"
Another volley from the Vagabond's Vulcan Autocannons smashed in to the side of TES Armor of Faith. The arbitrator class cruiser was able to absorb a lot of punishment, but the Vagabond was slowly eating through its armor. Its drones were not having much of an effect on the heavy cruiser.
It was going to be destroyed, Saifuddin had already resigned himself to that fact. The most he could do now was comfort the crew of his ship, whom most of would die in the explosion. Regardless if they were slaves or free men, he owed them that much at least.
Saifuddin turned off all the auxillary modules, and concentrated on keeping the armor repairer and other defensive modules running as best he could. He projected his voice to all quarters of the ship.
"O God,Creator of the heavens and the worlds, knower of the hidden and the apparent, forgive us our many sins, and accept our few deeds. O God,the most merciful, the most beneficient, make us amongst the faithful who will stand beneath Your Throne. O God, you are our trust during our hardship, our hope during our troubles. O God, make us martyrs in your cause. O God, to you we belong, and to you we ret..."
Saifuddin awoke in the clone chamber. He waited patiently for the technicians to open the chamber and get him out of the 'goo'. The first time he had been cloned he had awaken screaming and trying to break out of the chamber. I've become too accustomed to this 'rebirth', he thought to himself.
Saifuddin cleaned up and put on his robes.
"Any other Praetorians about today?", Saifuddin asked the attending technician
"Theres a few sir, just recenlty docked".
Saifuddin nodded and turned to walk away.
"Excuse me sir, would you like us to order you another clone?"
Saifuddin gave a small smile and pressed his thumb into the datapad the technician was holding out. As the payment was being cleared, the lights flickered then turned off.
"Not sure sir.."
The red emergency lights flicked on outside in the hallway. There was a large commotion coming from the general direction of the docking bays. With a bit of urgency, he ran towards the docking bays
In the launch tunnel the Punisher came to a jarring halt as the hangar's emergency tractor beam kicked in, the well lit interior now cloaked in a red hue.
"What in the name of Jamyl is going on?!" screamed Escobar over his comms link. "You God cursed grease-monkeys better have a good reason for this!!".
At first silence, then deafeningly loud, a mess of noise rang out. Not just through the cockpit speakers but all around him. He realised it was the station's warning siren but there was something else, a signal or transmission over his intercom. Unintelligible, but sounding like a number of voices speaking all at once and the constant hiss of white noise in the background, as he tried to make sense of it it ended ubruptly.
"...ologies Sir, were not sure.......happened but.....towing you back......hold tight", the hangar comlink burst back to life. Just then a bright flash outside the exit of the station and what looked like flames erupting into the tunnel.
"Whats happening out there for fucks sake?" Escobar said to himself, bewildered and anxious to be back in the safety of the flight deck. The ship began its backwards journey as a million thoughts and questions raced their way through his head.
"Is Ascentior ok, I saw him prepping for take off...did he make it out?", he asked the young deck hand as he stepped out of the pod.
"Hes ok Sir, he hadn't launched yet...he's over there tryna open the hangar door. His pod got shot out like a phased plasma round comin' out a autocannon though, whooee you shoulda seen it!".
"Whats your name son?" asked Escobar.
""Billy Bob" he replied.
"Billy Bob, Im gonna shoot you out the station in one of those pods when this is done...see how you like it", he growled. "You show the pilots some respect or I will take you down...I will take you down to China town. Is that understood?". Before the boy could answer; "Whats happened, is anyone hurt?". Sheepishly the boy replied;
"I think everyone's ok Sir. The ships all went wrong though, some shut down completely, others ejected their pods and ofcourse we lost all power to the flight deck and hangar. Some of the pilots and comms crew reported a strange noise though, waddya think happened?"
"Thats a damn fine question, lets go find out" thought Pumpkin as he strode off towards Ascentior and the crew as they managed to open the door....
"What a bother... and I wanted to visit the Basilica tonight."
Aldrith buttoned up his uniform coat, emerging from his own changing room a little after Shalee. He gave a less-than-thrilled look at the flashing red lights, as though questioning why they had to inconvenience him so. However, soon this look changed to one of puzzlement.
"How can the whole station be grounded apart from one shuttle dock?" he asked Shalee. It seemed ridiculous that such a massive station could be crippled in an instant, but at the same time he knew it was not unheard of. He simply sighed in resignation after answering his own question and looked to to the Lieutenant.
"I suppose we'll all be taking the same shuttle out unless we want to be cooped up here for the night." Aldrith seriously considered the possibility of doing just that; after all, he had several places he could go to spend the night on the station. One was his normal quarters he had begun renting here when he joined PIE, the second was his plush new suite on his Archon, though he had not yet fully moved in. And then there was the Captian's quarters... The thought of staying was tempting, but a day without visiting his favorite refuge from capsuleer life felt empty.
((oops, double post, i fail!))
"I don't exactly relish the thought of being stuck here all night either." She gave a worried glance at the rush of people coming and going, all trying to exit through two blast doors that would lead them out to another launching area where the shuttles were located.
"Though I guess we could stay stationside, but I don't want to risk those shuttles getting grounded as well. No telling how long it could end up taking." She wrinkled up her nose, chalking up the malfunctions to the failings of the Minmatar. No doubt the station must have taken on some as the system changed occupancy in the last few weeks.
A trail of curses ran through her mind as she buttoned up the uniform coat, feeling a bit chilly as the air turned brisk. Or perhaps it was because she still had damp hair from the showers.
Cold, tired, and annoyed, she looked to Aldrith who wore an almost identical miserable expression. What a bother indeed.
"Yeah, lets round up our guys and get off this chunk of ice. I'm freezing." She saw Ascentior first and nodded him over, then made out Escobar in the faint red light, weaving his way through the crowds towards them. A few moments later Saifuddin was joining them.
She pulled out her comm and made a quick call over the Corporation Comm-channel, "This is Lt. Shalee Lianne. Current location is Expert Distrubution Warehouse in Lantorn. There's been some kind of station malfunction and we are grounded from take off. Aldrith, Escobar, Ascentior, Saifuddin and myself are about to exit via one of the shuttles. If anyone else is on station and nearby, rendezvous with us now." She clicked the comm off then looked to the others. "Well gentlmen, shall we proceed?"
She tugged the coat tighter around her shoulders and started towards the blast doors.
Saifuddin arrived at the shuttle docking bay. There was a crush of people moving in every direction. It seemed that this was the only functioning bay in the whole station.
He caught a glimpse of Aldrith and Shalee through the crowds. They didn't look too happy.
As he approached, Escobar and Ascentior joined them.
Shalee's voice came in over the corporation comm channel, over the din in the hangar, "This is Lt. Shalee Lianne. Current location is Expert Distrubution Warehouse in Lantorn. There's been some kind of station malfunction and we are grounded from take off. Aldrith, Escobar, Ascentior, Saifuddin and myself are about to exit via one of the shuttles. If anyone else is on station and nearby, rendezvous with us now."
"Well gentlemen, shall we proceed?"
Saifuddin gave a small smile and a nod. He usually didnt accompany any of the other officers to their usual haunts. He always felt out of place, and was more comfortable in his quarters with a book of some sort.
Saifuddin wasn't the type that made friends very easily either. He had very little dealings with Shalee, and near none with the others. Hopefully tonight would be a small step in rectifying that.
As Shalee, headed towards the blast doors, Saifuddin tried to break the ice with a joke he'd heard over the corp comm channel the other day.
"A minmatar & a gallente walked into a bar... You'd think one of them would have seen it", Saifuddin said, giving the punch line away a bit too quickly.
Smiling sheepshily( ), he continued towards the blast doors
Ascentior hears Lt Lianne's voice as he moves closer. Then she activates the comms but his ears are still a little ringing from his little pod joyride earlier.
He notices Lt Cmdr Saifuddin Abdulmuntaqim, but before he could properly introduce himself, the Commander blurts out "A minmatar & a gallente walked into a bar... You'd think one of them would have seen it".
After a short silent pause, Ascentior bursts into laughter. He'd heard this joke before, but a combination of the stress of the situation, this being the first time he's fraternized with Commander Abdulmuntaqim, and the nervousness that his superior seemed to display when telling the joke was just too much. He laughed so hard that he had to stop walking, he doubled over and clutched his knees as if to keep balance. The whole group started to laugh, maybe it was at the commander's joke, perhaps at the commander, maybe even at Ascentior, but most likely it seemed they all shared the same concerns.
Concerns like are we going to make it out of this alive? Is this the beginning of some dastardly attack on the empire? We are meant to be immortal, but our pods are in the docking bay, and we are about to leave them behind. How can we defend our Empress if we are in a shuttle? Or dead?
They all came out of the hysterical trance at seemingly the same time. And continued on their path towards where they had been told of the shuttle.
The dimly lit corridor contained little sign of technology, but that was to be expected in the Minmatar station. The Amarr had fitted some of their own equipment in the areas where they frequented so as to be a little more comfortable, but let's be honest, Amarr equipment is just more reliable.
"Walking in these tribal corridors I feel like we're about to jump in a sub warp ship and cryo-sleep our way through the systems" He joked at the obvious infancy in Matari tech.