[b]Captain John Lockman[/b]

Perhaps it was his liver finally regaining functionality. The touch of the dark haired woman giving him a physical sensation beyond the insulation of the suit. Or maybe the increasing crowd of individuals coalescing in his corner of the bar. 

Either way the result was John’s surroundings snapped into clearer focus. Understanding dawning on him. The crew of the only ship capable of escaping was missing.

He fought back the rising dread with another slug of whiskey before he turned his attention back to the group’s conversation. 

“Isn’t there some kind of back-up crew for that thing. A Bravo and Charlie crew?”

The arrival of a slim figure in an environment suit followed as if in answer. 


[quote=@Bentus]
“You are Communications Officer Velia, yes?” The Quessir’s voice sounded relieved, even as it was transmitted through her suit’s speakers. “It is a pleasure to meet you! I am Assistant Pilot Fihlyn. Flynn, if that’s easier.”

Fihlyn’s suit had been adorned with a patch from the CSF, with the colony ship’s number readily identifying her as part of the crew. It registered that the other woman wasn't wearing her uniform, but Fihlyn brushed her confusion aside. She looked around at the other figures that were standing and sitting around the officer. Her friends, perhaps? Other members of the crew, if she was lucky.

“I have been trying to contact the station for instructions, but I have not heard back. You are an officer of the ship, yes? Does this mean that you can give commands? We have space for more people, we should be trying to help those that we can.”
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“Well looks like we have our pilot.” John lifted the bottle in salute before taking back a healthier swig then his last. His vision starting to muddle at the edges again. “You have need of a next generation assault shuttle with provisions and armaments already onloaded?” 

He tried to keep his voice calm. Hoping no one would ask where his crew or passengers were; the thought of them twisting his guts. His gaze shifted back to the bottle in his grip.