Post by cinshadis on Jan 7, 2014 20:22:06 GMT
Begin personal log, Stardate 91618.72.
Today I got my ass handed to me by a 300-year old dead guy who'd only been awake for like 10 minutes. In the time it takes me to to caffeinate and get moving, this guy Tain Herlak had shaken off a few centuries of stasis, incapacitated the doc, shot Commander Ka'Pow, blown up the station's comm grid, and started a massive firefight in the halls. The biggest pisser of the day is that I was standing there leaning on my lirpa waiting for something like this to happen, but figured I was being paranoid and that I had a job to do on the Azrael. Shoulda never left. Feel like it's all kinda my fault.
I knew we shoulda iced the bastard when Admiral Tal'Aura wanted to. Damn Federation protocols and Vulcan logic. The only other person in a room with a sense for the danger was that miner, Tahli.
*the sounds of a ball being bounced off of a wall rhythmically*
Sooo, this dead guy starts killin folk, and I lose comms with the base, and so I kinda figure things are going to hell, and get the great idea to stalk the docking bays with the Azrael's guns pointed at them. That turned out to be a pretty good plan, except for the fact that the small civilian craft that finally did launch was able to fly close enough to the station to keep the Azrael from firing while they powered up their warp core. Sneaky bastards. I swear to god, if this ends up being some new giant galactic threat...or worse, if he joins up with the damn KDF, I'm really gonna regret not just going with my gut, opening fire, and risking scuffing up the station a bit.
I'm too nice. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Makes my scar itch.
Anyway, they used a desperate trick to get away, detonated a torp at their position right as they went to warp, and by the time we managed to get their vectors fished out of the goddamn radiation from this system's white dwarf, they were already light-years away. Lost the shuttle in a nebula. And since it was a civilian craft, there's no federation transponder on the thing. I'm gonna write a letter about that to someone who cares, don't worry. All that's left from our trip to the wrecked vessel is a couple of those weird black spheres. Herlak got away with one, which cant be good. And one of them's damaged, and probably filling the station with hallucinogenic neurotoxin as we speak. They could all be dead by now. I dunno. Luckily, the Azrael has a fully stocked bar of its own, and enough fuel to get back to Earth if we have to.
Other than that, things have been pretty quiet around here.
Today I got my ass handed to me by a 300-year old dead guy who'd only been awake for like 10 minutes. In the time it takes me to to caffeinate and get moving, this guy Tain Herlak had shaken off a few centuries of stasis, incapacitated the doc, shot Commander Ka'Pow, blown up the station's comm grid, and started a massive firefight in the halls. The biggest pisser of the day is that I was standing there leaning on my lirpa waiting for something like this to happen, but figured I was being paranoid and that I had a job to do on the Azrael. Shoulda never left. Feel like it's all kinda my fault.
I knew we shoulda iced the bastard when Admiral Tal'Aura wanted to. Damn Federation protocols and Vulcan logic. The only other person in a room with a sense for the danger was that miner, Tahli.
*the sounds of a ball being bounced off of a wall rhythmically*
Sooo, this dead guy starts killin folk, and I lose comms with the base, and so I kinda figure things are going to hell, and get the great idea to stalk the docking bays with the Azrael's guns pointed at them. That turned out to be a pretty good plan, except for the fact that the small civilian craft that finally did launch was able to fly close enough to the station to keep the Azrael from firing while they powered up their warp core. Sneaky bastards. I swear to god, if this ends up being some new giant galactic threat...or worse, if he joins up with the damn KDF, I'm really gonna regret not just going with my gut, opening fire, and risking scuffing up the station a bit.
I'm too nice. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Makes my scar itch.
Anyway, they used a desperate trick to get away, detonated a torp at their position right as they went to warp, and by the time we managed to get their vectors fished out of the goddamn radiation from this system's white dwarf, they were already light-years away. Lost the shuttle in a nebula. And since it was a civilian craft, there's no federation transponder on the thing. I'm gonna write a letter about that to someone who cares, don't worry. All that's left from our trip to the wrecked vessel is a couple of those weird black spheres. Herlak got away with one, which cant be good. And one of them's damaged, and probably filling the station with hallucinogenic neurotoxin as we speak. They could all be dead by now. I dunno. Luckily, the Azrael has a fully stocked bar of its own, and enough fuel to get back to Earth if we have to.
Other than that, things have been pretty quiet around here.