Session 2 3

Zinda Tegram: "Put the bomb down, Michael."
Spyboy: "Not as long as you intend to keep this station intact."
Zinda Tegram: "Our lives aren't the only ones on the line."
Spyboy: "I know. My home is on the line."
Zinda Tegram: "You gonna blow your wife to bits? She knows about this, doesn't she?"
Spyboy: "Dunno. Good question. Heggy, you know about this, right?"
B-4: "I'd rather you didn't but I understand why."
Zinda Tegram: "And then there's Hrrin, Abraham…Wenser might still be in range."
Spyboy: "On the other hand, as long as this station exists, the Nephilim can come back."
Zinda Tegram: "And, we don't actually know the yield on that thing. Given who was carrying it, we might be in for another Chandley incident here."
Spyboy: "Believe me, I'd much rather reach safe evacuation distance before I blow this place. But one way or another, I'm gonna blow it."
Zinda Tegram: "You don't even know why I want it."
Spyboy: "That's because I don't care. It's too risky."
Zinda Tegram: "You don't know enough yet to accurately gauge the risk."
Spyboy: "Then tell me. Tell me what's worth the chance that Nephilim will devour my system."
[OOC] Abraham: WC: Where am I?
Zinda Tegram grabs a bar to stop her free floating.
[OOC] WC GM: You were walking away - but you might well note that the others aren't following, and double back to find this scene.
Zinda Tegram: "I think we can both agree that returning nephilim isn't optimal."
[OOC] WC GM: Wenser and the marines have left already.
[OOC] WC GM: Let's say Hrrin is en route to the hangar.
Abraham turn around and sees that he is leading no one in this little walk, and so returns to collects his wayward crew.
Zinda Tegram: "There's any number of things you'd ensure in exchange for your home system. I'm sure you could think of a few. The survival of the human race comes to mind, though that may not be in play here."
Zinda Tegram: "My core point is, we still know almost nothing about this station and it's relationship to the nephilim."
Zinda Tegram: "Or, for that matter, to Crest."
Spyboy: "But we do know they can use it to sustain a wormhole, and maybe to create one."
[OOC] Abraham: lemme know when I find them.
Abraham mutters to himself. "I swear I'm going to chip both of them."
Zinda Tegram: "Only in a very round-a-bout way. Blowing up an asset like this before we even understand what it is is just stupid."
Zinda Tegram: "We barely know the type of laser we're looking at here."
Zinda Tegram: "You're gonna blow up yourself, Hrrin, me, Abraham, maybe Wenser and his marine crew, and potentially send this system to radiation-heaven based on a maybe?"
Spyboy: "You remember when we came here the first time?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, I remember."
Spyboy: "We came here looking for a station-sized laser and found one."
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham: you find them. Enter whenever.
Zinda Tegram: "You don't say."
Spyboy: "We took control and then we left. And before we left, I took steps to disable it. Permanently."
Abraham turns the corner and spots his AWOL crew. "Ah, there you are. Why are you there. Or rather, why are you not in ships leaving the station?"
Spyboy: "Then, not twelve hours later, it's back operational and being used to keep ravening monsters flying into the system to devour everything."
Abraham sees the antimatter bomb in Spyboy's hand, finger worryingly near the button.
Abraham: "Am I interupting something?"
[OOC] Abraham: Besides Amine's connection?
Zinda Tegram: "You could say that."
Spyboy: "At this point the only way I will believe the Nephilim can't use this station to invade the system again is if I reduce it to a monatomic mist."
Spyboy: "Like I said, I'd prefer to do that with a timer. But if you won't give me that option I'll do it right here, right now."
Zinda Tegram: "Tell you what, Spyboy. Let's look into that. Think you can get backup power on? Let's find out what really happened during those 12 hours."
Zinda Tegram: "This station should have access logs."
Abraham: "Spyboy, for my peace of mind, put the bomb down while you check out the logs."
Spyboy: "Alright."
Zinda Tegram taps something out on her helmet.
Spyboy hands the bomb to Heggy, who gulps and puts her thumb on the button.
Abraham: "Okay, why are people so eager to play suicide bomber today? Heggy, get your thumb off that button. Please."
Zinda Tegram glares at Heggy. "Give the bomb to Abraham."
Spyboy: "At this point I'm willing to doubt that Zinda's not purely in this as a power grab, but from what she was saying ten minutes ago I doubt it."
Spyboy: "Heggy, hold on to that bomb."
Zinda Tegram sniggers. "The power grab's a means to the end. Abraham already knows."
Abraham: "Heggy can /keep/ the bomb. I don't /want/ it. I just want her thumb /off/ the button."
Zinda Tegram: "Mostly, this cannon's one of the only anti-capital platforms in the entire cluster. It will likely be necessary to defend this system against a Crest incursion."
Abraham: "The last thing we need is for the gravity to fail and Heggy reflexively presses that button."
Spyboy digs through standby protocols for a backup power system sufficient to power the logs
Spyboy: "You know what's interesting about Crest, though? They want the human race to continue to exist."
Spyboy: "You know what Nephilim don't want?"
Fortunately, the log viewers can be powered from suit power. Just in case a general power failure occurred and some team had to come by and find out what happened.
Zinda Tegram: "Heh, that's what Crest says at least…"
Zinda Tegram: "But then, why build this station? I wonder…"
Spyboy: "Fine, let's redefine. You know what's interesting about Crest? They MIGHT want the human race to continue to exist, which STILL puts them one up on the Nephilim."
Zinda Tegram: "I want the human race to continue to exist too. Gee, that puts me one up on them too huh?"
Spyboy: "Then blow the station."
Zinda Tegram: "That's cute. No."
Spyboy: "In what universe does it make sense to give the Nephilim a chance to come back?"
Zinda Tegram: "It doesn't, but it does make sense to know what all of our options are before doing something we can't undo."
Spyboy: "What are the possible consequences of destroying the station?"
Zinda Tegram: "And, moreover, I'm not convinced that this station is as much a risk as you think."
Abraham: "Spyboy, do you honestly think just blowing up this station will be all it takes to keep the Nephilim from coming back? Oh it will slow them down, no question, but do you honestly think for one second that if they really want to return they won't find a way?"
Zinda Tegram starts looking through the logs.
Zinda Tegram: "Let's see…let's find our fly-in. Video feed of the command room…"
Abraham: "I could have done that landing better."
Spyboy: "No, I don't. But I don't want to make it easy for them, either."
Zinda Tegram continues to hunt through the logs.
Zinda Tegram: "Heh, you know what I think?"
[OOC] Abraham: Computers roll?
[OOC] WC GM: No need.
Abraham: "Fair enough, which is why I intend to station a few squads of marines on this hotel, and to have /you/ design a security system so that they can't take it over again."
Zinda Tegram: "Crest built this station, we took control briefly, left the command crew more or less in tact, and then the Nephilim boarded with assets they already had in system and used the laser to stabilize a wormhole that was made by accident."
Abraham: "Think you're up for it? Well, you and Heggy."
The logs tell the tale. About two hours after the party left, comunications were suddenly disabled by decloaking fighters. Wenser escaped - barely; apparently there was quite a dogfight but the internal cameras did not have a good view of most of it - and Nephilim took control of the station, then set to repairing it.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: How was our arrival viewed?
[OOC] WC GM: Getting to it.
Abraham: "Spyboy, look at this and tell me if this looks more like repairing, or repurposing?"
The laser was tuned and fired - Abraham, Spyboy, and Zinda each recognize the signs of deliberate tuning, repurposing, in their work - mere minutes before the party's departure from Prime.
Spyboy: "More repurposing."
Camera logs dispassionately record the party's arrival mostly as they remember, though with the inevitable unflattering views.
Abraham: "So I think it's safe to say Crest is innocent of deliberately handing the Nephilim the keys to this sector."
Zinda Tegram: "This time. That's good."
[OOC] WC GM: *Now* Computers roll.
[OOC] Abraham: All or just Zinda?
[OOC] WC GM: Or Science.
[OOC] WC GM: All.
[OOC] Spyboy: Can I use Communications instead?
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - - + + (Base: 1 Total: 1) (Science)
[OOC] WC GM: No, but you can use Engineering.
Abraham rolled up 3: 3 (3) (Science!)
[OOC] Abraham: derp.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Taaaags
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - - + - (Base: 3 Total: 1) (Science!)
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Outmath 'em. : 3
[OOC] WC GM: That would apply, yes.
[OOC] Abraham: I is a math geek.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - + - + (Base: 2 Total: 2) (Engineering)
[OOC] Abraham: Chessa, I'm going to run over your cat. Just FYI.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: You tagging?
[OOC] Abraham: Tag Math Geek.
[OOC] WC GM: For +2 or reroll?
[OOC] Abraham: Reroll.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + 0 0 - (Base: 3 Total: 3) (Science! Reroll!)
[OOC] Abraham: Same thing it seems
[OOC] Abraham: Cat-pancakes Chessa. Cat-pancakes.
[OOC] WC GM: Okay, Abraham gets a bit of this.
Zinda Tegram records the feed. "Show this to Hrrin later."
Abraham: "That's not… random…"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Eh?
Abraham: "Their cycling through the laser frequencies. That's not a random sequence they're running through. Makes me wonder if Nephilim do this kind of thing a lot."
Abraham: "Keep that recording safe Zinda. I want that sequence to study later."
Zinda Tegram: "Sure thing."
Zinda Tegram: "Well then, we can determine that the station's very existence is not a nephilim invasion threat?"
[OOC] Abraham: That's right. And this time that sequence will get an A on it's Lit test.
[OOC] WC GM: And *that's* enough to allow a reroll from Spyboy on Communications - with any encryption-related aspects valid.
Spyboy rolled up CommunicationsdF: (Base: 4 Total: 4)
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 0 0 0 (Base: 4 Total: 4) (Communications)
[OOC] Spyboy: Heh.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Awacs doctrine maybe?
Abraham: "No it is not. If they have the frequency, then they can open smaller wormholes and send through components to build another laser like this one for another invasion."
Spyboy: "So if they can create a wormhole they can sustain a wormhole, is that what you're telling me?"
Abraham: "Create. Find. Same thing."
[OOC] Abraham: I did it right this time!
Spyboy: "But this station is capable of creating the initial wormhole, yes?"
Spyboy: "Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question."
Zinda Tegram frowns. "What were they doing in that reactor core?"
Abraham: "That… is an interesting question. Do we have logs from there?"
Zinda Tegram: "The station created the wormhole do a misfire on the jump point, probably."
Spyboy: "Doesn't look like it."
Zinda Tegram: "Oh?"
Spyboy: "That's not a random firing sequence, just looks like it."
Zinda Tegram: "The initial test fire, though."
Spyboy: "I know that sequence, I've seen it before."
Abraham: "So have I, but I can't place it."
Zinda Tegram: "Is it confed?"
Abraham: "Probably."
Zinda Tegram: "Not surprised."
Spyboy: "I can't think where else I'd have seen it."
Zinda Tegram: "So, in theory then any beam laser of sufficient power should be a wormhole generator?"
Spyboy: "Most beam lasers have a set frequency. I don't know HOW they managed to make this one vary at all."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, regardless, it just needs to be returned to it's original spec."
Zinda Tegram: "And better defended."
Spyboy: "The one for blowing up space stations."
Spyboy: "Right."
Zinda Tegram: "Stations don't make attractive targets. Enemy carriers invading our future shipyard on the other hand, do."
Zinda Tegram looks at Abraham.
Spyboy: "Sure. You remember that lens we flew through when we went down the laser shaft to provide close space support?"
Abraham: "Variable lasers have been around for a while, they're just innefficient. So the tech exists, but it's rarely used."
Spyboy: "Don't answer that, it was another rhetorical question. You know how you aim this laser, Zinda? You turn a fucking space station."
Zinda Tegram: "We already knew that though. Gyros, right?"
Spyboy: "Missing the point. You know how fast a ship can move?"
Zinda Tegram: "Or, you use a variable-position lens to redirect the beam."
Spyboy: "Oh, yeah, like the one that we didn't fly through because it wasn't there."
Zinda Tegram: "You still want to blow the station huh?"
Spyboy: "Yup."
Zinda Tegram: "Tell you want, I'll make you a deal."
Spyboy: "This isn't an anti-capital ship weapon. That would be a missile launcher, or a LOT closer to the jump point."
Spyboy: "This is an anti-station weapon. And we've probably got all the Nephilim in the system - or at least enough that a platoon of Marines can keep the station from falling into their hands - but that doesn't change the fact that it can do far more damage to the system than even a carrier task group."
Zinda Tegram: "It'd make an effective anti-capital platform. Even if it spun in place, at long ranges the required rotation to bring the beam on target isn't very great."
[OOC] Spyboy: How far is the station from the jump point, WC?
Zinda Tegram sighs. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal."
[OOC] Spyboy: In light-minutes?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Close range is counter-productive, it's a light-speed weapon and closer range means more target acquisition time. You need larger turns to stay on target.
Abraham: "Are the sensors good enough that we can spot ships at a long enough range?"
Zinda Tegram: "Wouldn't need to be. You own the system, just keep remote sensors."
[OOC] WC GM: Call it 10 light-minutes, given current orbital positions.
Spyboy: "But he doesn't own the system. Wenser does."
Zinda Tegram: "Hahaha, ooooh, I see."
Zinda Tegram: "Tell you what, Spyboy."
Zinda Tegram: "I'll make you a deal."
[OOC] WC GM: Very roughly, the station and Prime are in different positions at an Earth-like orbital distance; the point is somewhat beyond Mars. So the station's on the closer half of its orbit.
Zinda Tegram: "Put off wrecking the station until after the Admirals' meeting, and then we can have this conversation again."
Zinda Tegram glances at Abraham.
Abraham: "And if you want, you can lock out the laser's controls until after the meeting. Just in case."
Spyboy: "Yeah, cuz that worked the last time."
Zinda Tegram: "I was going to go as far as gutting the firing system."
Abraham: "Do a better job this time."
Zinda Tegram: "By hand."
Zinda Tegram clicks her torch.
Spyboy: "You know what I'd feel much more comfortable doing? Gutting the laser. And housing a bunch of rabbits in it."
Abraham: "That works as well."
Zinda Tegram: "Not rabbits."
Spyboy: "Why not? They need the space."
Zinda Tegram looks straight at Spyboy.
Zinda Tegram: "Not. Rabbits. Unless you check each and every one for headware."
Zinda Tegram: "Got it, Elles?"
Zinda Tegram looks past Spyboy.
Spyboy: "She can't hear you."
Zinda Tegram: "I sincerely doubt that."
Zinda Tegram: "No rabbits."
Spyboy: "Well, she won't be able to hear you for another fourteen minutes, but that's beside the point."
Abraham: "Then we gut the laser. Frankly I want this more for the fact that it is a functioning station than for its laser."
Zinda Tegram: "Let Geoffrey defend it then?"
Spyboy: "Don't trust Geoffrey."
Zinda Tegram: "And Karlt for an intelligence officer?"
Spyboy: "He worked for Crest and the only reason you trust him is you killed his boss, which is odd to me."
Zinda Tegram: "He's Oldziey. I knew him before then."
[OOC] Spyboy: Also you goinked his boss, but eh
Zinda Tegram: "We…go back a while."
Spyboy: "To the mercenary days?"
Zinda Tegram: "And they weren't interested in Crest for Crest's sakes. Let's say, I've given him a better deal."
Zinda Tegram: "Mercenary? You little…"
Zinda Tegram makes an up-yours gesture at Spyboy.
Spyboy: "So you weren't a mercenary? Well he is."
Zinda Tegram: "We were both in the Royal Guard before…I trust him."
Abraham: "Truth. I don't trust Karlt either. I trust Zinda."
Abraham: "Just like at first I didn't trust Heggy, but I trusted you."
Zinda Tegram: "Heh. I don't either, but he's a good person to have around I notice."
Abraham turns to Heggy who he suddenly remembers is holding a certain something, "Though once I got to know you I trusted you."
Zinda Tegram: "Can we please get the bomb to someone un-integrated before Elles decides we're more risk than we're worth?"
B-4: "Till recent events, right? But don't worry, they can't take control, they can only watch. At like a twenty-minute delay."
Abraham: "In the interest of trust, if your eyes suddenly glaze over or anything similar, I will tackle you to the ground and yank that bomb out of your hands. Just letting you know."
[OOC] Abraham: Fear my 0 unarmed.
B-4: "Nah, it's cool. I don't trust Elles any more than you do."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: And -MY- Torch! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxPGzj2L3n0
Abraham: "Okay, let's gut a laser, people!"
The bomb's single, candy-cherry-red button gleams as if with impotent malevolence.
[OOC] Abraham: It's space. Lazer.
Spyboy: "Though this does leave us with one big problem."
[OOC] Abraham: BTW: I name the button, Chessa.
Abraham: "Which one big problem?"
Zinda Tegram turns back to the console and opens a wireless link to her ship, and starts downloading -all- the logs. And anything else she can get a hold of.
Abraham notices what Zinda's up to. "Good idea. Any intel on the Nephilim is a good thing."
Zinda Tegram: "Make sure their transports are back in the hangar. We're finishing up here."
Zinda Tegram glances over to the bomb.
Spyboy: "We have to dispose of an antiproton bottle."
Zinda Tegram: "Still not sure what to do with it."
Zinda Tegram: "My first instinct is to drop it in Aldrin inside of a dummy ship and wait for it to get shot, but something's still bugging me…"
Abraham: "Ah. /That/ big problem."
Abraham: "I would rather not waste any ships we don't have to."
Zinda Tegram: "I have one in mind."
Spyboy: "To be honest I'd rather not declare war on Crest until we have to."
Zinda Tegram glances back to the hangar.
Spyboy: "But I'd also rather not take this thing through a friendly inhabited system, either. What I've seen of Neph engineering is substantially lacking."
Abraham: "It's not war. Nationalization is a time-honored punisment governments and military can levy on a corporation when their assets are misused."
Zinda Tegram: "Tell you what. Glue the button, let Abraham keep it. We don't know the yield either, which is a problem. If it's another Black-hole bomb, then that just wipes a system off the map."
Abraham: "I've been looking for a more lethal paperweight than the standard military issue one…"
Spyboy: "Doesn't have to be a nation to be a war. If Crest has an army and chooses to retaliate, it's war."
Spyboy: "And I'm not worried about the bomb being set off by accident. I'm worried about it failing because it's too stupid to not fail."
Spyboy: "I'd rather not keep it around any longer than I have to."
Spyboy: "Though I will admit, antimatter is too valuable to just throw away…"
Zinda Tegram: "Alright, let's just find a second containment unit for it."
Abraham: "The first thing we need to do is get it to a lab and see if we can use passive scans to figure out it's theoretical yield. Then we can work out how to dispose of it."
Abraham: "And I have no intention of just throwing away antimatter, but I don't want to dismantle it in range of anyone either."
Zinda Tegram: "For now, glue the button. Are we done here then?"
Zinda Tegram looks down and pushes off a wall to start gliding back to the hangar.
Abraham: "Well, we still have a laser to gut…"
Abraham: "Let's get to it so we can move on."
Zinda Tegram: "$Geoffrey, I've got you a ride. It's no fighter, but it'll get you here, we have some work we need you to do.$"
Zinda Tegram: "I'll get Geoffrey over in one of those troop transports the Nephilim used, he and his men can gut the station and hide it."
WC GM: "$Roger. Send it over here, and we'll be on our way.$"
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Woah sorry, I miss anything?
[OOC] Spyboy: Dun look like it.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: K.
[OOC] Spyboy: Though something just occured to me.
[OOC] Spyboy: Decided against Minions?
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Have I spent that stunt? : P
[OOC] Spyboy: No, but you're also stationing your minions somewhere else! =p
[OOC] ZindaTegram: They're useful that way. : )
[OOC] WC GM: So, leaving the station?
[OOC] Abraham: Have we gutted that laser?
[OOC] WC GM: How exactly are you gutting it?
[OOC] Abraham: Spyboy?
[OOC] WC GM: It's a bit large to do with your bare hands.
[OOC] Spyboy: That's what boarding torches are for, duh!
[OOC] Spyboy: Diaspora ship-design research, don't fail me now!
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Team of boarding torches just come in and slash all the important power lines and smash the relevant focusing systems.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: And anything the Neph's worked on in the video.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: And…I'unno, just break everything! xD
[OOC] Spyboy: Most delicate part would be the lasing apparatus, at the far end of the station. We can shoot that a few times and let that stand for now, until the mercs get here.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Fair 'nuff.
[OOC] Abraham: I would like the hull to remain intact. Other than that…
Spyboy takes the bomb from B-4 and lays down a heavy bead of cyanoacrylate, then blows deep hot breaths on it to activate it.
The button is glued.
Spyboy: "Quickest fix - since if Zinda wants control of the shipyard we need to stop the staff from killing the management - would be to shoot the lasing apparatus a few times. It'll be delicate - or at least minor damage will be sufficient to disable it."
Abraham: "Well then, Spyboy, Heggy, would you care to do the honors?"
Spyboy: "Can do, sir."
ZindaTegram rigs the Nephilim transport craft up to her ship via tow cables and stuffs as much nephilim equipment in them as she can ((Including suits from the core)) and takes off.
[OOC] Abraham: <Chessa> Spyboy: 4dF: - - - - (Base: 1 Total: -3) (Energy Weapons)
[OOC] Abraham: The blast misses the lasing apparatus and hits the bomb.
[OOC] Abraham: ***CAMPAIGN END***
[OOC] Spyboy: I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE A TPK
[OOC] ZindaTegram: SCARED ME GAWSH THOUGHT YOU WERE WC
[OOC] Abraham: Do you want to tag?
[OOC] ZindaTegram: xD
[OOC] Abraham: Sorry, Zinda. Didn't mean to alarm you.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: T_T
Spyboy: "Zinda, I'm not familiar with Oldzieyan suit software.* Could you load the devices altered by the Nephs as retrieval targets for your peeps? At least the ones that will require cutting and won't blow up the station."
[OOC] Spyboy: *blatant lie
ZindaTegram: "$And you speak our language? Fine.$"
Abraham quirks an eyebrow at spyboy, but doesn't contradict him.
ZindaTegram clicks her radio button. "Geoffrey, mission parameters have changed, this is now a salvage and scrapping op, plus I'll need you to hide a station. Do it like they did back home, feel free to run it with no power."
ZindaTegram: "I'll get you a proper troop transport soon."
ZindaTegram hovers in place and fires a quick burst into the focusing lens, before slowly hauling the transports back to the Roland.
Abraham waits until Zinda is gone before he comments, "Facinating."
Geoffrey: "Acknowledged."
[OOC] WC GM: Hmm. At this rate - logend when you approach the shipyard, assuming that is your next stop?
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Yeah.
[OOC] Abraham: Sure.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: I'm fine with lagging a bit behind Wenser.
[OOC] Abraham: And the log close line will be, "That's no shipyard, that's a space station. No wait, it's both."
[OOC] WC GM: So what else are you doing before heading over there?
[OOC] Abraham: AFAIK, nothing. We disable the giant space laZer, sealed the bomb, and grabbed all the logs. I think that's all we needed.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Just delivering Geoffrey's ride and flying out to the station.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Is all I need really.
[OOC] Abraham: Ah, yes. Forgot about Geoffrey. Sorry.
[OOC] WC GM: Alright, so end here?
[OOC] ZindaTegram: Well, I'd not mind handwaving that and like, a quick tension builder for the last 30 minutes. xD
[OOC] Abraham: Sure. I have a fealing that we'll have to break mid cinema scene if we go further.
[OOC] ZindaTegram: I am fine with that.
ZindaTegram drops off the transports near the Roland without actually docking and let's the SAR crews pull them in, before setting course for the station.
Some transport, escort, and organization later, the team is inbound to the Commodore Perry Naval Shipyards. The radio silence and lack of traffic are a bit eerie to Spyboy and B^4, but fortunately there do not seem to be any new holes…yet.
ZindaTegram: "This is Eyes. CPNS, do we have clearance to land?"
No response.
The hangar bays are open, though.
ZindaTegram buzzes the station. "Wenser, you there?"
ZindaTegram: "Sorry we're late, we had a bit of a surprise."
[OOC] Spyboy: What are we getting from the neutrinocomm?
Abraham tightbeams "Somethings up. Get ready for an unpleasant surprise, aka ambush."
And that is when a quick warning comes from the Integrated on board, just before sensors detect the turrets powering up.

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