[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Chris Yukine still on an Old Transport[/color][/h1]

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"Good Heavens!"

The co-pilot exclaimed as they approached the station from their last jump. What greeted them was a sight that wouldn't be out of place from a space horror game. A fleshy growth has grown from the station, with it's tendrils slowly inching forward with clear intent on consuming everything in it's wake.

"We're landing on the lower docks, opposite of that damned thing"

The pilot said as they weaved low and left towards one of the long pier like extensions on the station. Around them, other space vessels of different shapes and sizes were weaving their own path through the chaos. Occasional near misses punctuating the short and tense trip down to the docks. The old transport decelerated and landed at one of the docking modules and as soon as they stopped moving, Chris unbuckled herself from her seat and started heading for the airlock.

"Where are you going?"

The pilot exclaimed as he fumbled with his own harness.

[color=7bcdc8]"To help people!"[/color]

Chris didn't bother to look back as she impatiently waited for the transports airlock to finish it's opening cycle. The old pilot merely sighed in understanding before replying.

"Be careful."

At this, Chris did look back at the cockpit. There the old man and his colleague was smiling at her, with the younger one even giving her a thumbs up.

She went to work the moment the airlock opened.

[color=7bcdc8]"Over here!"[/color]

She called out to the people and... others...

Chris was taken slightly by surprise at the myriad of different species that now rushed towards the empty transport. She arrived in this universe on an entirely human populated planet, and it didn't occur to her, until now that there may be other intelligent species out there...

[color=7bcdc8]'Guhh! Stay focused!'[/color]

She said to herself to get her attention back on the situation at hand. The transport could hold 200 people seating, and about three times that if you didn't have to bother with the luxury of having personal space as well as to make use of the cargo hold. The problem was that the design of this old transport only had four airlocks for boarding passengers, And half of that was on the spaceward side of the dock so getting it to capacity would take a while.

[color=7bcdc8]'Tsk!... I need to buy them some time!'[/color]

Chris said to herself as she forced her way against the flow. Getting herself to the main body of the station was slow going since practically everyone was heading the opposite direction in the narrow enclosed pier. On about a third of the way towards the station she came across a service airlock on the side of the path, too small for ships to dock onto but large enough to let people out for maintenance tasks. It was still a long way to go, and it would probably take her a good hour if she was to go against the flow of people heading to the transports (plural now because more ships have joined in and docked to evacuate people). So there was only one solution that Chris would think of in a situation like this...

Missile Surfing