75th- From the ashes! La Falange D'oro

[Hidamari]

*Camilla smiled as the panel lights up with a blue color and a quiet beeping sound can be heard* There!.. Let me see what it says about the ship status... *She looks around nervously* Uh... no turrets yet, si?
Esteban Alvarez: Si, and somehow I'm not dissapointed *smiles*
Camilla Petrucci: Be careful...
Esteban Alvarez: Let's see... What we've got here...

*As the console finishes its check, it displays various data, but Camilla sees the most important details stand out at the top*

Camilla Petrucci: Uh... main power generator offline, no surprise...
Esteban Alvarez: sure, secondary too
Camilla Petrucci: Shield generator offline as well, apparently it's damaged...
Esteban Alvarez: But tertiary... let's look more closely
Camilla Petrucci: Oh, security level... this looks grim, perhaps we can deactivate the turrets here?
Esteban Alvarez: I don't think so. Maybe here on engine deck. But not all around the ship
Camilla Petrucci: Hmm... are you sure? Perhaps the turrets and security standards are operated from the bridge, si?
Esteban Alvarez: No, I have little experience with a military capital ships, but control reservation to the bridge sounds logical
Camilla Petrucci: Are the others there yet..? We could... We could try powering up a reserve power source so they can override the security settings from the bridge?
Esteban Alvarez: Si, it'll empower lights whenever they stayed, I'll contact Claes
Camilla Petrucci: D'accordo, ask them if they found the bridge!.. Ah, can I borrow your flashlight real quick, Esteban..?
Esteban Alvarez: Si *gives a flash light* *Static* Enrique, Comandante! Whats your status?



*several bodies were strewn across the floor, most with several parts missing, a deactivated turret was overhead in front of a doorway that was closed*
Claes Leslie: I bet.. this must lead to the observation deck..
Henrique Ferreira: Oh boy, another one of those things.
Claes Leslie: Don't worry, it looks like it's taken its fare share of punishment, it won't be coming on anytime soon
Henrique Ferreira: So we can open this stubborn up with the panel with no danger now?
*Claes nudges Henrique* Give it a kick and see what happens first
Henrique Ferreira: Alrighty then... *Henrique takes a step back and slams his foot onto the doorway, making a very loud bang, the bang seemed to echo through the whole ship. he puts his foot down before it grips too hard on the door* I haven't done this in ages, it's almost nostalgic.
*Claes moves to one of the bodies* Henrique.. light
*the kick seemed to disturb the door enough to open 1/20 of it* Light? Where?
Claes Leslie: I need your light here
Esteban Alvarez: *Static* "I repeat. It's Esteban."
*Closes in his glowstick at the body* This is Henrique, go ahead.
Esteban Alvarez: *Static* "Whats your status?"
Henrique Ferreira: Our status... oh yeah, we're in a hallway FULL of Colonial and Outcast bodies... there's been a massacre here...
Esteban Alvarez: *We've got a working console here, will be able to engage secondary power source.*
Henrique Ferreira: OH JESUS CHRIST. DO. NOT. ENGAGE. THE. POWER.
*Claes takes the shoulder mounted weapon from the dead soldier, the man seems to crumble around the strap as she moved it*
Esteban Alvarez: *Why?*
Henrique Ferreira: Because it could kill us all!
*Camilla walks towards a generator in the center of the room and inspects it with the light* "Merda... *flicks a switch* Henrique, stop shouting!"
Esteban Alvarez: *It's liitle dark here, we can empower lights.*
Henrique Ferreira: Just... don't light this place up yet.
Camilla Petrucci: "You also need to calm down and find that bridge... It seems like the only place you could operate the turrets from."
Henrique Ferreira: Listen to a theory. What if this ship had engaged a self-destruction sequence just before it was disabled. If we were to re-enable the ship, it would EXPLODE! With... *twitches* us in it!!
Claes Leslie: Henrique.. lower your voice, be clear in your words but do not shout. give clear orders and leave it at that.
Camilla Petrucci: *Yada yada, you watch too many movies, Henrique. Did you find the bridge or not?* *The generator in front of her reaches like a pillar from the ground to the ceiling, and seemed to consist of four reactors, two of them were obviously heavily damaged, yet all four of them seemed inactive *
Henrique Ferreira: I think we did, but we can't open the door, so we turned back to explore places we can actually get into.
Esteban Alvarez: "Well it's possible, but I think it's probability is pretty low"
*Claes starts pulling Henrique a little* Come.. I'm going to use this on the door, if this doesn't open it nothing will
Henrique Ferreira: Er *gets pulled* what do you suggest? I wasn't paying attention.
Claes Leslie: Tell them the self destruct always runs on the lowest power level, any energy into the ships flow will set it off again.
Esteban Alvarez: I'll check reserve wiring *goes to an opposite wall*
Henrique Ferreira: Look, Esteban, listen. The self-destruct sequence can engage on the lowest power supply. Any energy flowing in the ship could set it off.
Camilla Petrucci: Are you crazy? Who would blow up their own ship with no way back?
*Claes moved down the corridor and set up the shoulder mounted rocket, sealing it to the flooring* Henrique take cover..
Henrique Ferreira: Because, Camilla, this ship was boarded by Colonial troops. *Henrique takes cover*
Esteban Alvarez: "The easiest way to blow a ship is to pull out control rods from a reactor, no need for any Doomsday device"
Henrique Ferreira: To avoid capture, the ship would've needed to be destroyed.
Camilla Petrucci: If we were entering a timebomb here, I believe signor Perez would've had the decency to inform us..
Henrique Ferreira: He didn't tell us that there were hull-breaches either.
*Claes fires a rocket down the corridor, it collides with the door and makes a significant bang, shaking the ground.
Henrique Ferreira: Whoa, merda!
*The shockwave is felt throughout the ship*
*Claes looks up from the launcher and set the saftey*

*Camilla feels the shock and hears the explosion through the communication* Pero! What the hell was that?!
Esteban Alvarez: Well and this man telling me not to start a power source. Henrique whats going on?

Henrique Ferreira: Claes's plan to open a door, I guess...
*The bang closed the door that was behind them shut tightly and opened the door they had been trying to open, whilst closing the door on the far end of the corridor they didnt reach yet*
Claes Leslie: Come Henrique.. before it decides to close again..
Henrique Ferreira: Sure, let's go. *Henrique walks quickly towards the open doorway* Y-yeah, Claes used a Rocket Launcher to open up a door...
Esteban Alvarez: Enlight me please
Henrique Ferreira: Well, she picked up a rocket launcher from a dead soldier, then shot it against a door to open it... Is that clear enough?

Camilla Petrucci: Are you missing your flashlight at all? *She walks back over to Esteban with a light smile* I think... I think I might've found something interesting. It seems like the generator isn't completely broken... it simply switched off to avoid a disaster.
Esteban Alvarez: By the way wiring is not so bad as we think.
Camilla Petrucci: If we could configure it to run on the intact cores only, it could at least run at about half the full potential!

*Team 1 both make their way inside the door, a small collection of outcast corpses lay on the inside of the door*
Henrique Ferreira: Oh jeez, more bodies...
*Claes looked away from them and ushered Henrique in the direction of a set of stairs she could see* This must be it...
Henrique Ferreira: Could it be?
Claes Leslie: Dio's... this is the bridge.. I thought it was the observation post.. *she looks out of the window*
Henrique Ferreira: No way! *He gets on his radio* Haha! Unbelievable! We found the bridge!
Camilla Petrucci: Finally!
*The captain was still in his chair, guards lay all around the room stone dead, as well as enlisted crewmen*
Esteban Alvarez: Good to hear that. *Sets console to standby mode* we'll ned that energy
*Claes shivered*
Henrique Ferreira: Esteban, once more, please do not turn on the energy source until told otherwise... are we clear?
Esteban Alvarez: Si, amigo I'm waiting Commandants signal
*Henrique looks around the bridge* Well, I guess no one was spared here either...
*Claes went to touch the captain and decided against it, she looked at the pad where his frozen fingers rested, a dull red blink was seen underneath his hand. When she tried to move the former captains hand away it snapped off in her hand, a shiver ran throughout her body* There still seems to be some life in this console.. looks like the self destruct was set.. I don't know how long is left on it though..
Henrique Ferreira: Can't you shut it off? *Henrique is looking around a few containers a bit far from Claes*
*squinting, Claes tried to make out the letters* Henrique.. I need light
*Henrique gently throws the glow stick towards Claes, having it float towards her*
*Claes catches the glow stick and holds it over the panel typing in a few commands she closed down the red alert setting of the ship defences*
Henrique Ferreira: Wait... crap... now I don't have light... ah well... I'll look around these shelves...
Claes Leslie: more than enough light in here, we are surrounded by windows
Henrique Ferreira: Jackpot! *he shouted with much undue excitement* I found a freakin' flashlight.

*Camilla stood before the reactor and turned to Esteban* Listen Esteban, those are plutonium reactors from the looks of it. So unless this ship was attacked in the very wrong moment... there should be enough left to get some power from it. *she speaks into her communicator contacting team 1* "Commandante... you found the bridge, si? Can you find the main control panel, too?"
Henrique Ferreira: Yep, we got confirmation... self-destruction was indeed set.. Claes managed to turn it off though.
Camilla Petrucci: What..? oh, thats great.... *She turns to Esteban again* What now?
Esteban Alvarez: And Henrique you'll be able to break down military codes and stop the countdown?
Henrique Ferreira: Already done Esteban, standby.
*Camilla leans against the wall and sighs speaking to herself quietly* I signed up as a pilota, you know..
Esteban Alvarez: Waiting for a signal, I think. We can't start anything. without blowing ship up.
*As Claes worked on the captains control panel the blinking red light turned to amber* I think I got it for real.. If not... we are all about to go kaboom.. Give Esteban the word... tell him to turn the power back on if he can.
*Henrique vigorously inserts the batteries into his newly found flashlight, goes to turn it on with success* Alright Esteban, you got the all-clear.
Esteban Alvarez: Affirmative.. Camilla restart surge protectors, please *starts console again*

Henrique Ferreira: I sure hope you're right about this... *Henrique said to Claes with a low grumble*
Claes Leslie: Me too... *she said quietly to herself*

*Camilla sighs and checks the data about her suit, displayed inside the helmet* Si...
Henrique Ferreira: What about the turrets? We have to get in control of them before the power comes back on.
Claes Leslie: Well.. that will be the operations control over there.. *she pointed at the front of the bridge* but I deactivated the red alert so the turrets should activate but remain silent.
Esteban Alvarez: Here we go... Reserve battery... and tretiary power source... it'll goes to control system... Control rods are taken away from an active zone... chain reaction goes... ok.

Henrique Ferreira: I hope the turrets in the bridge are busted, too...
Claes Leslie: uh.. not likely there was no fighting up here..
Henrique Ferreira: Wait, what about the turrets in the engine/power management room? Egh, maybe I'm worrying too much...
Claes Leslie: It's too dangerous to have automated defences in the engine room.. or at least id thought so, anyway like I said, I've deactivated the red alert status.
*Henrique crosses his arms* I guess we wait, now..

Esteban Alvarez: Surge protectors online... Control system online...
*Having switched off her magnetic boots, Camilla floats lightly near Esteban and watches him configure the generator*
Esteban Alvarez: LET THERE BE LIGHT! *flips a switch* Generator online...
Camilla Petrucci: Woah!
*The light in the bridge activates after a flicker or two, Claes looks out of the window and see's light spread across the ship*
Esteban Alvarez: Voltage is somewhat low... but it'll be enough for emergency systems
Henrique Ferreira: Haha! We made it!
*Camilla holds her hands in front of her face, blocking off the bright light flooding the room*

*A turret on the bridge descends from the ceiling into its ready position but display green lights instead of red ones*
Henrique Ferreira: Huh! *un holsters his weapon and points at the turret without shooting it, an eeire silence follows* Eh. It ignored us.

Camilla Petrucci: Ah...! I was getting so used to the dark!
Esteban Alvarez: Camilla, dear, looks like we did it.

*Claes pulls at Henrique to steady him* "easy... dont give it an excuse to shoot you.. I suggest you put that away"
*Henrique holsters his weapon back* That's one thing out of the way... but now what?
*Claes moves to the captains chair and presses a few buttons, her voice appears in the over head speakers thoughout the ship* Camilla, Esteban, good work.. looks like we have control of it now..

Camilla Petrucci: *She smiles* Good job, Esteban!
Esteban Alvarez: *static* Henrique is you are in command room already would you be so kind to download some sort of ship map.
Esteban Alvarez: I'll stay here with a machinery. Let Camilla have some rest.
Camilla Petrucci: How do you even know how to operate this... *The room was getting a little noisier with several bits of machinery starting up*
Esteban Alvarez: I used to fly up to ten different transports this systems are more durable but built on the same ideas.

Henrique Ferreira: Alright, let me just test something first. *Henrique walks towards a closed door and it opens by itself, he smirks smugly* Well, this is going to be easy...
*Claes looked around the bridge at all the bodies* I think when they towed this ship back to allied space, they hadnt yet had the time to check through it yet.. I think they were going to scrap it anyway
Henrique Ferreira: I wonder if this ship can be propelled even though it has a hull-breach.
Claes Leslie: Not likely, it will need to be towed

*From floating in the room, Camilla suddenly fell down on the floor* Aah! What the... is the artificial gravity back, too?
Esteban Alvarez: Well there is no water to rush into the breaches, so yes I suppose it is
*Getting up from the floor, Camilla dusts herself off* Beh... let's hope the ship stays in one piece, si?
Esteban Alvarez: I've heard that stortas are quite sturdy
Camilla Petrucci: I'm sure this one has seen better days...
*Henrique turns to Claes as she kneels next to the captains seat using the console, since the captain was still in the chair. the gravity reactivated slowly*
Claes Leslie: Hm, the Hi-G generator seems to be working..
Henrique Ferreira: Wouldn't that cause a de-stabilization because of the breach? The artificial gravity I mean? I'm no technical expert, but it seems like what it is...
*Claes exhales* well, that was tense.. we need to clean the place up, *she nodded to Henrique and pressed the com panel for the shipwide communicator* "Esteban, it might be better to turn off the Hi-G for now.. I'd rather ship didn't make itself unwell on purpose"
Esteban Alvarez: As you say Comandante, you are on the bridge with main controls I'm only giving some steam for this engine
Claes Leslie: Si, but I don't know the controls from here, yet.. uh.. And the captains chair is.. occupied still
Henrique Ferreira: Indeed.. There should be a Captain's Handbook somewhere.
Claes Leslie: im not sure such a book would really still exist on a ship this old

Camilla Petrucci: Does the main door work, Esteban?
Esteban Alvarez: I think so, It should open if you use that control panel with the image display
Camilla Petrucci: *A clicking sound can be heard as the heavy door unlocks and slides open slowly* Perfetto! Looks like the corridor is lighted, too.
*Henrique is searching around shelves and sorts, finding small arms, ammo, cardamine containers, batteries, but no success when it comes to the handbook* Yep, there's no such handbook. I guess I could try to find a guide on the Neural Net.
Claes Leslie: Alright, Esteban, do the shields work?
Esteban Alvarez: We can try to enpower shield generator, but I've no idea of its condition, So better not to take a risks
Camilla Petrucci: We could take a look at it, si?
Claes Leslie: Understood... we need the junkers to help us tow this thing to a more suitable
location maybe
*Camilla sits down next to the blastdoor* Hmm... to Valetta, perhaps?
[i]Henrique Ferreira: Indeed. We are not going to get much mechanic assistance here at Corsica.
Esteban Alvarez: I think so, and no way 101st will allow us use this base
Claes Leslie: We will need it towing to Omicron 81
Henrique Ferreira: Omicron 81? But why? Are you absolutely sure that that's a better idea than towing this to Valetta?
Claes Leslie: Because the shipyard there is more resource friendly, and Valeta is too crowed.. I don't want to have to spend years waiting for a repair job.
Camilla Petrucci: Crowded?
Esteban Alvarez: Non need to go to Cartagena. Valetta builds Stortas
Camilla Petrucci: Hmm.. do they repair them too?
Henrique Ferreira: Maybe we could even have priority for repairs.
Claes Leslie: hm.. I'll see if I can get towing assistance to Omicron 81, and no I don't think so.. this ship hadn't even been checked over.. a relic.. you really think we will get priority? ha.
*Camilla yawns* It's a little uncomfortable in this suit... When are we getting out of here?
Henrique Ferreira: To be honest, this suit does feel pretty tight...
Claes Leslie: I agree, they squish my tits too much.. gets on my nerves.
Henrique Ferreira: Ah---*Henrique stays quiet and pretends to be busy*

Camilla Petrucci: Esteban, let's check the shieldgenerator... perhaps it's still working?
Esteban Alvarez: Si, but we need to know where it is
Camilla Petrucci: Probably somewhere around here.. si?
[i]Esteban Alvarez: Henrique, please, check a location of a shield generator.. Combat bridge must have some ship plans
Henrique Ferreira: Oh yeah, uhh... hold on... Claes, can you get a complete schematic of the ship?
Claes Leslie: hm? oh.. yea should be able to.. *she types in a few things into the pad at the captains chair, a map is displayed in the center of the room.*
Henrique Ferreira: Sweet.
Claes Leslie: Oh.. I got a response from the Junkers, one moment whilst I deal with
this.
Camilla Petrucci: A response to what..?
Esteban Alvarez: Request for towing I presume
Camilla Petrucci: Oh! Already?
Claes Leslie: Well a response to my hails.. first of all.. I don't know what else yet
Camilla Petrucci: I sure hope pulling on one end of this ship won't rip it apart..
Henrique Ferreira: It does bring up a question, though. Why can't we call for Repair Ships or the sort?
Camilla Petrucci: Have you looked around, Henrique? This ship is a bit beyond scratches and broken hull plating...
Henrique Ferreira: Even so... But you're right.
Camilla Petrucci: I'm honestly surprised the floor under me isn't giving in, or something..
Claes Leslie: Do you know how long it would take to repair this with repair ships,
rather than using a dock..."too long" is the answer
Henrique Ferreira: Hmm-hm...
*Camilla stares at the texture of her suit's gloves, still sitting on the ground in the engine room* ...Anything on the shield, Esteban?
Esteban Alvarez: I stil didn't get an answer on my request of its location
Claes Leslie: This barge captain will not stop complaining..
Henrique Ferreira: Barge captain?
Camilla Petrucci: Hello...? Henrique? We still haven't heard where to find that shield generator, and my oxygen won't be flowing for days either.
Henrique Ferreira: *Henrique looks at the projected map* Uhhh, where are you at the moment? The engine room, right?
Esteban Alvarez: Si.
Camilla Petrucci: Si, where do you think the power came from?
Henrique Ferreira: You could've moved... *shrugs* well, it's northeast from there.
Esteban Alvarez: Ehm, deck please. the world is 3D, you know. And I left my compass at home
Camilla Petrucci: Is it.. still in the engine room?
Henrique Ferreira: *thinks* Try 4C.
Esteban Alvarez: Gracia. Let's go get this thing on track again.
Camilla Petrucci: Hmm... Okay, Henrique?
Henrique Ferreira: Yeah?
Camilla Petrucci: Is it close to our position?
Henrique Ferreira: Pretty darn close. There should be a hallway and then, to your left, there'll be a doorway that lead to the generator.
Camilla Petrucci: You mean, it's not in the engine room itself?
Henrique Ferreira: Nope.
Camilla Petrucci: Hmm... odd. Esteban? Let's take a look, Si?
Esteban Alvarez: Si, let's go. Generator looks pretty stable to me
Camilla Petrucci: Come here, Esteban! It's this corridor... *She goes around the corner and comes to another smaller door that she opens with ease, not that the power is back up*
Esteban Alvarez: Right after you *looks back over his shoulder on the genrator and follows Camilla*
*Henrique crosses his arms and examines the map thoroughly*
*Camilla steps through the door, but suddenly stops and widens her eyes as she realizes what condition the room was in, the equipment was trashed to a pile of scrap that few could identify as a the remains of a shield generator, and through a huge hole in the shiphull she could see the stars and the corsica obsidian asteroid in the background*

Henrique Ferreira: Well, Camilla? How's the generator?
Camilla Petrucci: Oh, it's uh... it's seen better days, really. *she turns to Esteban* I... don't think there's anything left to do here, Esteban.
*lower half of man, probably a technician, lays on the floor, other half is burried under remains of a generator* Si, it's a pity, but nothing can be done here.
Henrique Ferreira: Oh boy, it's FUBAR, isn't it...
Camilla Petrucci: Si... forget it, the best engineer in on Malta won't be able to fix this.
Esteban Alvarez: Lets head back to engine room
Henrique Ferreira: Good god, the Colonials really did want this ship.
Camilla Petrucci: Mamma mia... look at this man, Esteban... This must've been a horrible battle. Si.. *she walks back out after Esteban and closes the door behind her*
Henrique Ferreira: Without a shield, how are we going to transport this to Omicron 81? Probably by using the shield sharing system... but for a cruiser... no, it wouldn't do...
Esteban Alvarez: Then we will transport it carefully, without a shield.
Camilla Petrucci: *She sighs* Thank god that won't be for me to worry about..
*Claes sighs and sits down on the floor* Alright.. That's that for the Junkers, now just to wait and see what they say
Camilla Petrucci: Claes... forget the shield, the whole generator will have to be replaced.
*she grumbles* I figured as much..
*Camilla whispers* Not to mention the room it's in..
*Claes lays back* well, Junkers have a way with being able to fix just about everything.
*Henrique is still looking at the projected map on the middle of the bridge, with his arms crossed, standing up*
Camilla Petrucci: What now, Claes?
Claes Leslie: well, until the Junkers respond, I don't think there is anything left to do on this lump
Camilla Petrucci: Ah, Si... towing it without a shield will be more dangerous, too.
Henrique Ferreira: We haven't checked the quarters yet. Given this has any...
Camilla Petrucci: Of course it does, Henrique... But...
Claes Leslie: Maybe get rid of the bodies? Camilla you can't tow something with its
shield up, how do you get a line to it if the shield is on.. *Claes asked confused, staring at
the ceiling*
*Camilla sighs* And do what with them?
Henrique Ferreira: Check for anything, damage, bodies, etc.
Camilla Petrucci: I sure as hell won't carry a bunch of dead colonials in my scimitar.
Esteban Alvarez: What do you mean by rid of Comandante? Colonials can be dumped outside, but Maltese... we shouldn't do that.
Claes Leslie: Of course not, just dump them out of the nearest hole in the hull, Though I'd rather leave that for slaves to do
Henrique Ferreira: Our brothers deserve a proper funeral. But the Colonials, bleh.
Claes Leslie: And, Esteban, their bodies are so fragile due to the temperature and.. well everything, that they can't really be touched at all
Camilla Petrucci: Ah... my oxygen supply won't last for much longer, either... I don't want to risk anything, si?
Claes Leslie: That's a good point, lets return to our ships
Esteban Alvarez: Same here.
Camilla Petrucci: Come on, Esteban, it's about time! ...Do you remember the way back?
*Claes stood up and headed for the stairs down* Henrique, come..
Henrique Ferreira: Alright, let me just turn off this map... *clicks a button* done.
Esteban Alvarez: I think we will go another way, through shield generators rooms
*Henrique walks down the stairs*
Esteban Alvarez: it's much closer and have big hull breach
Camilla Petrucci: Oh.. *she smiles* Interesting... Don't forget to turn on your magntic boots, si?
*Claes reaches the bottom, stepping over a few outcast crew members and into the adjoining hallway*
Henrique Ferreira: Now where was that breach... *Henrique continues walking*
*Camilla leads the way down the same corridor and through the small door, where she steps over the debris carefully*
Claes Leslie: hm.. it was this way, *she says turning left at the entrance and past the deployed rocket launcher*
*Esteban Follows Camilla* OK thats it lets get to the surface
Claes Leslie: there is a hole here, Henrique
Henrique Ferreira: Oh cool, we can get to our ships there.
Camilla Petrucci: Bene... Now, my flashlight... *she puts it back into her belt to have her hands free, and starts climbing towards the hull*
*Claes jumps up to the cieling and gently holds herself steady climbing out onto the hull through a small hull breach*
*As Camilla arrived at a broken hull panel that must've been ripped away by a massive explosion, she looks around the outside of the ship*
*Esteban climbs few metres after Camilla*
*Henrique crawls through the hull breach and sees his ship*
*Claes continued to walk on the outside of the hull towards the side she believes her ship was left on*
Henrique Ferreira: Alright... now to just follow this wire...
*Esteban looks at the torn armour plates* Lots and lots of work to do
Camilla Petrucci: We came from further up... Ah, there! *She points at their ships moored further towards the front of the ship and down*
Claes Leslie: Ah.. There it is, *when the hull started to slop downwards Claes kicked off from the ship towards her scimitar*
*Henrique manages to use this wire to fidget himself into his ship*
Esteban Alvarez: Ah si, there they are.
*Henrique opens his cockpit and sits down on his pilot's seat* Alright, turning on shields, engines and weaponry, my ship is ready!
*Camilla takes a deep breath* Okay... here we go.. *she climbs over the edge carefully and puts one foot on the shiphull making sure the boots are working properly*
*Using the retro thrusters on her suit, Claes glided back to her cockpit and sat in the seat, closing the canopy*
Henrique Ferreira: Huh. That's weird. Some shield batteries and nanobots are missing. Bleh, nothing to worry about.
*Pressing a few bottons the light turned green marking fully pressurised, Claes took off her helmet and relaxed*
Camilla Petrucci: This is crazy! *Eventually, she stands up on the side of the ship, with only her boots keeping her in place* Esteban, come on out!
*Esteban Climbs up from the hole*

Claes Leslie: Cazzo... what a hellish place.. need a sweep of the ship to get rid of the bodies and the appearance of combat, otherwise.. could be quite the pretty thing.. it's already -far- more roomy than the Fantasmi
*Camilla looks around with a smile and admires the incredible size of the obsidian asteroid above her*
Esteban Alvarez: OK now that way, damn that hole in the sky, never want to see it again.
Camilla Petrucci: Haha.. Okay, let's go...
Henrique Ferreira: I, for one thing, cannot wait to see the Falange back in action.
Esteban Alvarez: Ok systems online, shields on, engine running
*Camilla walks along the outer ship hull carefully, making sure to always have one foot attached safely*
Claes Leslie: Camilla, back in your ship yet? *Claes asked neutrally in a relaxed tone*
Camilla Petrucci: Almost! *Eventually she reaches her scimitar, opens the cockpit from a remote as she does everytime she climbs into it* There we go!
Claes Leslie: Okay.. we will leave the Falange D'oro here in dry dock.. That is until we can get the Junkers to help us tow it
*Camilla sighs with relief* What an expedition, eh? *laughs* Is everyone okay?
Henrique Ferreira: I think I'm fine. That... took much longer than I thought.
Claes Leslie: Esteban, everything alright?
Esteban Alvarez: I think I'll be fine, just need some sleep
*Claes nods* alright.. lets head back to.. normal. space

*With her squad formed on her wing, Claes leads them away from Corsica station and out of omicron 85, back to the Omicron Alpha system, leaving the La Falange D'oro in dry dock*

Camilla Petrucci: Si... back to Malta! I'll sleep like a log, tonight.. *chuckles*
Claes Leslie: Ha! it's okay for some isnt it.
Henrique Ferreira: My goodness, I can't wait to take off this suit and call it a day. For a nebula like this, you'd think it was radioactive.
Camilla Petrucci: Oh, I'm glad it's not...
Claes Leslie: Si.. I think I could do without that.. Henrique
Esteban Alvarez: Ah, home, sweet home.
Camilla Petrucci: Finally home!
Henrique Ferreira: Not quite... still have to dock in safely.
Claes Leslie: mm.. Good job everyone.. we may have a new ship yet it seems
Esteban Alvarez: Lots of sleep for everyone.
Camilla Petrucci: It looks more like a piece of work!
Henrique Ferreira: I'm sure that baby will pay for itself in the future.
Claes Leslie: right... good work, Dismissed
Esteban Alvarez: Any long way is started with a small step
[101st]MNS-Metal.Tango Savannah salute 75th!
Henrique Ferreira: Hello! Well, later fellows. I have a night to sleep.

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