Out of the frying pan into the fire - Second entry
16 Sep 2020Eagle 5
24 hours...The time it took to go from shooting fish in a barrel out in a res zone to running hot with my paintjob on fire...
24 hours...
The difference between business as usual and complete chaos
24 hours...
A once pristine starship bristling with weapons stripped down to the bare minimums to haul as many refugees away its bulkheads hot from the fires and stained with blood from the victims.
24 hours...
(BANG).... (TESTAROSSA CAREENS SIDWAYS INTO THE RETAINING WALL SHAKEN BY A MASSIVE LOX EXPLOSION)
*** CONDITION RED *** WARNING TEMPERATURE CRITICAL ***
Don't you think I know that?!?
*** TEMPERATURE AT 145% ***
With an instinctive correction the manouvering thrusters slammed the ship down hard on the deck... getting a handful of module reinforcements proved to be the winning move in this nightmarish scenario. Even with the unfortunate berthing spot near the slot I'd have enough time to seek refuge in the safety of the under levels which were barely habitable at this point.
The station was now operating on full emergency evac mode which was necessary to prevent human fallibilities such as fear and poor judgment from making a terrible situation even worse.
The passenger lounge was the only thing left accessible. Here for the last 24 hours I scoured entry after entry for a sight of the girl from the Galnet feed but she was nowhere to be found.. I hope she managed to catch an earlier transport with one of the hundreds of pilots lending their services to help but you can never be sure and at times like these the worse case scenario seems the only plausible outcome.
Instead of her soft features I was treated to a seemingly endless array of hard nosed prideful imperials looking to trade fortunes and reputation for a quick escape out of the spinning inferno.
Keeping in mind the dangers of flying what could potentially be several high profile imperial subjects in my passenger lounges I had to retain just enough armament and shielding to punch a hole for a hasty retreat and thus my limit was just about 50 people per trip out of the station.
24 hours...
Ever had to babysit 50 imps being inconvenienced? Here is a tip: don't.
Blame it on eugenics or just piss poor manners but where I'm from you don't typically look at a gift horse's mouth... and certainly you don't make demands to your rescuer.
"I'M LADY CESERIS HOLDSTOCK OF THE 3RD ORDER OF VASSALS OF FACECE AND I DEMAND...."
> Leo cut that bitch off...
> ATTENTION... THIS IS THE CAPTAIN SPEAKING.. please observe your in-cabin view screen for an important announcement. It is roughly several hundred degrees hot in the main docking ring section of this station. Any further attempts at communicating with the Commander will result in rapid expulsion from the ship.. now sit back and enjoy the flight which will commence shortly (DOCKING CLAMPS DISENGAGED)..... (WARNING HEAT LEVEL CRITICAL) (COOLANT PURGE INITIATED).... it should take roughly 5 minutes unless there are further delays.
> ...heh... LEO? LOWER INERTIAL DAMPENING IN THE CABINS AAAAND PUNCH IT!!!
