[h2]John[/h2]

John had shut off his comm circuit three minutes post missile impact. Easier to let the sudden influx of people demanding answers decline with the decreasing power and rampaging bugs. He fumbled around his vest for a specific device and upon finding it mounted the contraption on the bottle he removed from its pouch. The zero gee ration paste dispenser hose designed for his helmet armor also did a wonderful job with alcoholic containers. Something he thanked the military industrial complex for as he took a healthy gulp. Fortified, he stowed the bottle and flipped the comm circuit back on. 


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A slurred “Good shot, Lockman.” would come from her comm. Another long pause “I’m gonna… go back to the ship, give me a ride?”
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A beacon coming to life in the HUD. Right by the entry point of the missile. John pulled up the distance and did the quick mental math; factoring the stations decaying orbit and thrust now that the power was gone. 

The approach took twenty minutes to set up and John felt a slight tinge of worry as he brought the shuttle’s rear ramp forty meters from Virginia’s position. 

He toggled a new channel to Virginia; keying Velia into it to.

“I’m opening the rear cargo ramp. You’re going to have to jump for it. Velia, get ready to catch her.”

A quick flip of two switches and the rear bay depressurized in a slow hiss while the ramp slowly yanked open to space.
[@Pragia12][@Dyelli Beybi]