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Waking up the announcement, Scott looked around his room groggily. The young medic was in his underwear when the voice came through to call to all crewmembers. His room was slightly unpacked, he didn't take too much time to sort the mess that was his gear but he had some clothes unpacked. Unfortunately for the crew, it was not any semi-formal attire, but his paramedic uniform that he had been issued when he boarded the vessel. Quickly snapping himself out of his half-asleep mindset, Scott sprang into action and got up and started to dress. In no time he found himself dressed, now all that was left was his hygiene and grooming needs. Those were quickly rectified when he went to his bathroom, his teeth and breath felt like something artificial after he was done.

Quietly stalking the halls of the ship, Scott made his way to the cafeteria where he soon found out it was decorated 'uniquely' some could say. He saw two people in the room, a Spaniard and what appeared to be the head honcho. Scott made his way far away from the two and sat down on the other side of the table where it was rather empty. Looking at the decorations, Scott eyes kind of fluttered with disinterest. He then looked back up to the two, not saying a word he just looked at the two and looked back down to the plate that was in front of him. Standard cutlery and ceramic plate, his eyes looked upwards to the dull ceiling before making a return to his wristwatch.

Time moved slowly as he just stared at the timepiece, sad but it was as life foretold. Time on a ship - especially docked  was never as exciting as time on land or a base would be. It's what he signed up for, after all, the job wasen't going to be glamorous but the sooner it ended the better. Maybe it was the thought of a good paycheque or the thought of him starting up his own practice. It was sure as hell better than the navy. Scott knew better than anyone else the horrors that awaited a medic on the battlefields that partitioned the pockets of hell that blessed planet earth.

It's weird being on a again ship.

Facing the clear screen window, Tolliver viewed the station before him as well as the 12th MAS who were out to meet the Coalition pilots. Waiting for his orders to relay, he sees that an exchange of fire glows from the coalition side and then onto his own when a 12th pilot returned fire. His hand was halfway to keying his headset before he got up from his seat, looking at the pods ejecting from the UEE ship nearby them. A few moments of processing later a familiar voice chirped in his ear. "Sir we have reports from the bridge that the Terracotta has launched its lifeboats." Swiftly responding to his subordinate Tolliver duly said "Aye, although it's statistically unusual for any ship to do so in this situation I have my eyes on my pilots. Keep an eye on it for me."

"Yes sir."

Attica station looked somewhat pretty when the massive explosion on the side of it, reality kicked in when the stress hit the aging commander. The after action report was probably going to be written by him, casualty counts and the whole nine yards probably. A small price to pay for a stoic desk job and a front row seat to the battle. His train of thought was broken when that annoying AI began to spout orders to him straight from the Captain Herself. "Orders from the Captain..." Yea yea yea, move the 12th and check out the Terracotta. If that's what was needed then it's what would be done. Spare the Security Forces the job of boarding, let them hold the fort. He opened a channel to the 12th's squad leader.

"Shaw, disengage from the Coalition fighters. Your team is to move to investigate the lifeboats, account for them and check for anything strange with the launch around the Terracotta, maintain comms at all costs there is an attempt from the Coalition - possibly a third party to jam comms.  Keep your squad on a need to know basis, I don't need any trigger fingers or heroes."

Tolliver keys off the mic and switches to another channel ears still on Shaw's for a response.

Weyland, mobilize security team A and have them board a shuttle to board the Terracotta - Team B is on QRF.
 RoE is fire upon receiving fire, keep constant comms with me. Sitrep every five minutes, you go dark we're coming for you.

Aye sir!

"Scared?"

An older security forces corporal jeers at his compatriot, he seems to be in his late forties - his grey hair prodding from his helmet. He towered over the younger corporal, he was six foot five and the junior was just five eight. "No, I'm just uncertain." The junior responded as he looked up at him, his rifle in hand as he constantly checked it as if it was broken.

"Don't worry, we won't be doing anything - we're the QRF." The older corporal grunts, spitting on the floor leaving an oozing fluid of saliva to grace the blessed floors of the ship.

"How can you be sure, I mean. Yea I don't like this - no one does but it's our job. You should be less cynical Markus."

The old man checks his watch, before looking back up to the young man.

"Hope is such a fickle thing."

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