The Reconstruction

[Huhuh]

The escape pod wasn't really a pod. It was the size of a small shuttle and was able to navigate several systems before running out of fuel. However, it would only be able to do so if it went unnoticed. This would prove difficult if the nomads gave chase.

Doctor Eugene Bynes was the head physician aboard the OCV-Retrubtion. He was a tall man with icy blue eyes. One would expect someone of his profession to be friendly, however, Bynes was cold and efficient. This lack of social skills stemmed from his feeling of superiority. He was one of the few who could replace a lost hand with a prosthetic. This made him feel godlike, especially amongst the Order where such skilled people are hard to come by.

Bynes stood over Stone with a rather snobbish look on his face. "You had better survive journey back to Toledo, or I will be most displeased."
"Doctor, he most certainly won't survive if the nomads spot us. We should worry about those in the land of the living before those with a foot in the grave."
"I will hear your opinion when I deem necessary Sergeant, until then, do stop the contents of your jarhead from spilling out."

Sergeant Jackson had an expression that resembled the face of a dog that had just been kicked out and hosed. He would normally bite the head off any un-ranked staff who would say such a thing. However, Dr. Bynes was respected by several powerful people and it would be unwise to earn his ire.

With a few button presses and the pulling of levers, the pod detached itself from the Retribution just before the remaining ammunition detonated. The brilliant colours and heat signatures seemed to distract the nomads as they did not notice the last survivors heading towards the Omicron Minor jump hole.

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As the pod floated through into Minor, it was greeted by a small patrol consisting of a handful of snubcraft.

This is Omega-Lead, do you copy?
"Yes, hello? This is Dr. Bynes, escort us to Toledo."
"Ah, okay, before we do that, could you tell us your status?"
"Important, now take me to Toledo. I need to access my Laboratory."
"Well we were tasked with finding survivors from the recent catastrophe, I take it you lot were aboard the Retribution?"
"Yes, now cease wasting time, I'm a busy man."

The pilot with the call sign Omega-Lead made a gun out of his fingers and mimed shooting himself in the temple. After he had finished making several gestures that resembled blood spraying from the opposite side of his head, he hit the comm switch.

"As you wish, Doctor."

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