Which news should be told first, the good or the bad ones? Well, good news was that Jace would not starve on a stranded escape craft in the middle of nowhere, since he had actually wandered closer to something. Oh, and he would not starve either, given somebody actually picked up his distress signal. The bad news would be the fact the area his shuttle had wandered to was currently part of the Ragnarov Fleet exploitation zone and that the signal had drawn their attention to the vessel they had presumed to be but aimlessly drifting junk.
The local guardian department had decided not to bother the leadership on Universal Nova to make a decision on the matter, so they simply relayed the information onward and sent a frigate to check out whoever this 'Jace Rosson' was. "Keep them standing for the time being. Much easier for the leaders to decide what is to be done when nothing has been done yet", were the orders given to the fetch team. Orders that would either be fulfilled or poor auditory sense would be regretted. Of course, were the target to show signs of ambush and/or hostility, the group would have much greater freedom of choice.
Not long after the message had been sent, the escape craft's communication receiver crackled to life. "This is RGV-D14-322 hailing 'Jace Rosson'. You have entered Ragnarov Fleet governed space without proper identification, but we are willing to let this transgression slide on the account of the contents of your message. For your sake, we hope your word is true. Prepare to dock. Message repeating once", the radio shared with him before doing just as it had threatened and repeating. After the second batch, "Message ends" took the place of the repeat announcement.
And true enough RGV-D14-322 made its way before the straggler's vessel and opened one of its docking bays, guiding the pod inside with several low intensity tractor beams. The ship was considerably bigger than one might have expected to get in a corner of nowhere such as this, but his maps evidently had not updated since the Fleet and UFP had struck their territory deal. The ship was surrounded by aliens of different species, the quite robotic Scroungers forming the majority. They were all armed and no distinctively human creatures were in sight.
The local guardian department had decided not to bother the leadership on Universal Nova to make a decision on the matter, so they simply relayed the information onward and sent a frigate to check out whoever this 'Jace Rosson' was. "Keep them standing for the time being. Much easier for the leaders to decide what is to be done when nothing has been done yet", were the orders given to the fetch team. Orders that would either be fulfilled or poor auditory sense would be regretted. Of course, were the target to show signs of ambush and/or hostility, the group would have much greater freedom of choice.
Not long after the message had been sent, the escape craft's communication receiver crackled to life. "This is RGV-D14-322 hailing 'Jace Rosson'. You have entered Ragnarov Fleet governed space without proper identification, but we are willing to let this transgression slide on the account of the contents of your message. For your sake, we hope your word is true. Prepare to dock. Message repeating once", the radio shared with him before doing just as it had threatened and repeating. After the second batch, "Message ends" took the place of the repeat announcement.
And true enough RGV-D14-322 made its way before the straggler's vessel and opened one of its docking bays, guiding the pod inside with several low intensity tractor beams. The ship was considerably bigger than one might have expected to get in a corner of nowhere such as this, but his maps evidently had not updated since the Fleet and UFP had struck their territory deal. The ship was surrounded by aliens of different species, the quite robotic Scroungers forming the majority. They were all armed and no distinctively human creatures were in sight.