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I cant even pretend like I'd have the time for NaNo, two or three rp posts a week is usually my max

The Sunday Group

Hoping to edit this thread into next years nano hahahaha

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda was already out of her couch and pulling on her black and silver vac suit. SHe paused before fitting on the helmet.

"Its all relative Taya, think ho much worse it will be for us," Junebug laughed a bitter amused laugh. Sometimes gallows humor was all there was and if you couldn't laugh at death, at least sometimes, you would crack up sure as the suns burned. She thrust the helmet down and closed the face shield, checking the air bottle both manually and on the aging display.

"Lets do this."

They stepped out of the airlock and into the hold. The light seemed to flatten somehow as the air which usually scattered light was removed. All Sayeeda could hear was the steady cycling of her breather and the soft thump of her pulse. The exterior of the ship was almost unbelievably immense. She doubted there was a shipyard in a hundred that could turn out something like this. It was almost a shame to destroy it, but the vessel was already gutted beyond any reasonable expectation of repair.

They trugged across the deck, magnetic boots clanking to the access port Neil had selected. He knelt down in the enforced silence of vacum and pulled at the handle. Nothing happened. Whatever had hit the ship had torqued the hull bad enough to bind even a solid steel hatch. Sayeeda clicked on her radio.

"Stand back," she instructed and took a gel dispenser from her belt. Carefully she squirted a continuous line around the hatch and then set the detonator pack into the extruded substance.

"Fire in the hole!" she said and clicked the detonator. A jolt of power energized the crystals and the ferrite paste light in brilliant white for a moment then fluttered out. The hatch, propelled by the minute difference in pressure beneath lifted slowly burned clean away from the hull. Sayeeda put a foot to it and shoved hard. WIth the gravitas of ice sliding atop ice it began to drift slowly aside. The door was open at least.

"After you," she said over the radio, already unslinging her submachine gun. Just in case.

@POOHEAD189

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@FantasyChic They can bond over their mutual love of body puppetry!

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda was thinking what her pilot was thinking. With a twitch of her fingers she thumbed the gunnery computer to life and waggled the control yoke, a motion designed to free the guns if rust or other obstruction had bound them. The rotated freely and the rangefinder panned across her screen.

"What are you doing?" Taya asked, a tinge of shock in her voice as the Highlander heeled over, altering course as rapidly as its compensators could handle.

"We are going to see if we can't give the bugs something to remember us by," she said, toggeling the firing switch with quick sure motions. The Highlander rocked as one of the smaller insect craft tried to vere to intercept, the plasma bolts blasted it into courscating flames as the chitin liquefied and flashed to steam under the hammering.

The Freigher a 60000 ton super hauler was on a balistic course for the moon. Even at this range they could see the hazy tail of gas and debris from where vast alien weapons had gutted the ship. The emergency beacon was still active and identified the ship as the City of Kronstat with a cargo of aluminum tailings. The Kronstat had obviously been burning hard for the planet in an effort to escape its atackers because it had an inbound velocity of nearly 0.35 C. The massive steel vessel was a coffin for her crew as no life signs returned from the wreck. Sayeeda imported the telemetry data from Neil's console.

"Looks like we'd need to go aboard and get the engines fired up. Needs at least a sixty second burn," she observed, verbalizing the calculation. The current course took the freighter straight into the small moon, but with just a small adjustment they could use the moons gravity to sling shot the derelict around into the mass of bio ships.

"Do you think we can get the engines functional?" she asked, her neutral tone conveying her relative lack of skill with starship subsystems.

@POOHEAD189

The Sunday Group

@FantasyChic we have liberty here I dont have a super detailed plan for this location. We will probably have a little time to plan our next moves too.

The Sunday Group

WHo are we waiting for? Naril?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

No comment of a mass shooting going on at a Texas church here?

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Another mass shooting? Is it Tuesday already? 'Merica.