==DATE--JANUARY 2ND-820 A.S.==
==LOCATION--UPON ENTERING OMICRON MINOR==
==BEGINNING OF PART 3==
*The shimmer of blue and white from within the jump hole shone across the titanium skin of the Maverick V as its worried crew waited for the jump to reach its destination...Within upon the bridge, its captain and fellow members sat and waited, the time seeming to pass in moments as they traveled upon the leagues of stars passing them by...Finally, the ship came to a halt as it entered a nebula of familiar green and dust...And the quickly nearing hull of a Core Battleship* "EVASIVE MANEUVERS! Forward Shields to maximum! Fire all port thrusters! Climb! Climb! Climb!" Bret hollered as their craft burned hard to its port, scrapping its bottom hull along the still burning wreck as the V turned sharply, narrowly ending their lives before their search began...As the ship leveled out, Bret finally removed his dug in claws from his chair, trying to compose himself as he turned his attention to Vixen, finding her just as shook up as himself*
"Are you alright?" I'm fine. Just.. What the heck was that?
*Naoko began to shimmer in his port as he turned towards the two. //Sir...That was a Guild Core Battleship...Or should I say the remains of one Sir\\ For a pause, Naoko directed the ship to turn its new scanner upon the still burning wreck, letting out a mechanical-like sigh in turn* //Sir...I regret that I can find no life signatures aboard however...It appears to not be the only wreck Sir\\
*Bret and Vixen turned as they began to see the sight of hulks floating by, as if entering a vast graveyard of ships, some burning and others asunder as the view of Toledo began to come into view...The former planet of ice, now a ball of flame and fire.. Within the Bridge both Vixen and Bret sit, stunned from the sight before Bret pressed upon the console*"By Eris I hope this works...This is the Maverick V hailing on all frequencies.. Anyone in the area... Please respond"
*Dust and Echos was all that responded in the cold nebula, the moving hulks seeming to be the only occupants of the system. As the vessel continued its course around the fiery remains of Toledo, another hulk came into view, its size and shape familiar to everyone* "Its... The Isis. Naoko bring us alongside and see if we can try to establish a connection to the Isis... Vix.. Let's suit up and check things out to see what happened here.*The pair left the bridge until they stepped upon the lift, Brettonias letting out a worried sigh*
"I'm sure that Agatha made it out alright." *As the lift came to a halt and its doors opened, silence was all that came from Brettonias as they entered the airlock, suiting up quickly and making final checks until an alarm sounded, announcing the connection between each vessel. As Brettonias pressed the airlock release, the rush of escaping atmosphere sounded, both of them taking their first few steps forward until they passed from the reaches of the V's artificial gravity, suddenly floating down the length of the tube until they came to the charred entrance of one of the Isis's outer ports. A gloved paw came up as Brettonias stopped Vixen mid-flight, bringing his bionic arm around only to blast a hole in the blast door, allowing him to pry it fully open, exposing the dark interior, and a floating corpse of one of the ships officers. A sharp frightened gasps escapes Vixens lips as she grabs onto Brettonias's arm, in turn given a reassuring squeeze upon her shoulder*
]"Lets not stay here any longer than we have to." T-that's easy for you to say.. You're used to stuff like this. "We got about 30 minutes of air in these suits. Lets not stay longer than needed."
*The pair made their way through the derelict vessel, passing more floating bodies of crewmen and women unable to save themselves, the sense of dread and despair starting to grip their hearts as they finally made their way onto the bridge. Debris filled the open space as they slowly made their way toward a series of panels still lit.* Bret. Over here. Looks like some power is still running. We should be able to see if Agatha's ship made it out." "Good. I'll see what I can do" *He began to make a search of what remained of system, going through the few files he could until the cracked viewscreen before them lit up*Look!*The screen showed the identification of the ship they were worried about, the OCV-Bane.of.the.Wolf. Its flight path heading on an erratic path until it vanished* "It appears that the Bane went off on its own after.. Something.. attacked the Isis."*As Vix finished her talk, the paneling sparked and killed, ending its final operation. Brettonias quickly turned and began to float towards the exit, still silent until he reached the archway of the door, letting out a deep sight*"Come on. We're done here"
*The trip back upon the V was cold and silent through the dark corridors of the dead Isis, as they crossed back along the airlock tube, Vixen tried to reach out toward Brettonias, giving pause as she knew what was on his mind, retracting her hand before it touched. As they stepped onto the bridge, even Licentia's outstretched arms and calling to be lifted gave Brettonias no reason to speak, his mind feeling the prospect of losing a loved one and its cold grip. "Naoko... Take us back to Freeport Eleven.. I think we've seen enough"said Vixen as Naoko shone for a moment in its holder, keeping silent as the ship began to tilt, the sight of the Isis leaving the viewscreen as the V's drives were engaged, making their way back towards the Omicron Delta jumphole. An hour slowly passed as the ride was slow and silent, interrupted only by moments of noise escaping from Licentia and her boredom. As the silhouette of Freeport 11 came into view, another shape appeared docked, causing Brettonias to quickly sit up in his chair* "I don't believe it"*Before then was the damaged hulk of a Geb class Carrier, fire-teams among its outer hull as multiple plumes of smoke escaped from it. As the V passed near the hulk, its callsign shone out like a beacon of hope as the ship quickly began docking procedures upon the the station. *
==END OF PART 3==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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