Silence. That was what the science vessel portrayed. Not only the comms silence following Roka’s speech but a general sense of purposelessness that is befitting to things floating dead in space. That is if you disregarded the array of fuel, ‘smoke’ and small parts that were slowly drifting from the engine block. 
Power readings gave an entirely different view of the matter however. Readings spiked and went out in every room of the ship, probably systems trying to restore themselves but short-circuiting or breaking down rapidly after. As such the displays monitoring became a cheerful array of lights and flashes that symbolized the whole mess going on inside. Only life support – as the doctor could tell with his knowledge of the ships layout- was still intact. Probably by engineering of the people there. 

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“Hey, Roka! Roka!? Is this thing even on?”[/color]

Brand sighed, and it followed by a few deafening ‘thumps’ and ‘crashes’ as the boy probably was doing some percussion maintenance on his comm. 

[color=6ecff6]“There’s a small pod docked with the ship, I could only see it from the –uh- lower turret. Escape pod I guess? Just thought you should know before you go out.”[/color]

The boy seemed to have opened up a bit to the captain of the steadfast after he got handed a form of responsibility, and there was a certain pride in his voice as he shared the news. A job well done in his mind perhaps.
Inside the vessel the tone of voice was quite different. Soft voices, voices distorted by helmet comms and one with authority, but no guidance. 


Hushed voices, filled with concern.


Two of them in particular, lying in wait on the other side of the sterilization compartment of the access hatch. 

“They’ll be here any minute now” the helmeted voice spoke SD-887, the scientist knew from their time together. It didn’t make him jump any less though, up until that moment everything was done as silently as possible, and the troopers voice felt louder than a bantha in a porcelain cabinet. The scientist swallowed  and nodded as he fingered the blaster he had been handed from the armoury cabinet.

“Might not be what we think it is, so point it at the door and squeeze till its empty doctor, we got the choke. ”

He didn’t sound so sure. And the doctor hated that the helmet had no good way of whispering. His hands trembling around the grip of the gun. The silence after the docking of the unknown ship made the trembling even worse, but they had to make due. It was what they had done, it’s the only thing they could do.

“Let’s hope they are friendlies double-eight-seven. Let’s hope they are….”