Lost Boys - Air Wing
Lost Boys - Air Wing
Summary: A CAP turns interesting when a distress beacon leads a trio of vipers and a raptors through an asteroid belt which leaves them stranded on a sandy moon.
Date: 114 ACH
Related Logs: None.

This scene spans from the Hangar Bay, through space and a nasty asteroid belt, to end up crash landed on a sandy moon.

Snatch drags herself off of a transport from the gods-damned Carina, looking just pleased as punch with the universe. Err. Like she'd -be- pleased -to- punch the universe -in the balls.- She slings her workcase over her back, gripping its handle with two fingers as she trudges toward the aft stairs with a dark glower.

Jax is near the break area, checking the seals on his flight suit again and then once more just to be sure. They're supposed to be running a CAP, that is if they can find anyone willing to go out with a Nugget who's more apt to swap paint with the Genesis then fly a successful mission. But. Part of the learning process, right? Happenstance, he glances up and sees the little Snipe making for the stairs, "Oy, Petty Oh. Everything on the Green?" He asks, forehead wrinkling with concern.

"Ne-pas, Jax, hain't nothin' green on mahn en'," Snatch calls back, pausing by the break area to get herself a big drink of water, tossing her workcase on a table without really caring what it bumps into there and turning on a tap, leaning down to drink straight from it like your average farmhand, but holding a hand to the side of her stomach in a gesture which might be pain.

Jax is standing near the break area, in process of suiting up. He hitches his chin at del Boccyo, "Yeah, then what's with that hand. Stitch in your side, growin' pains?" He asks, his normally jovial face smoothing out all its lines but those etched in concern.

Snatch drinks water from the tap for a long while, then stands up and turns off the tap, "Ah'm hungry, than's all," she mutters. Quarter rations are not treating the snipe well, evidently. "Hungry an' taaahr'd an' pissed-to-fuck-an-back-agin," she mutters. "Ah'm gone go laah down a whaahl's-taahm, Ah reckon," she adds, less angry, having gotten some tense cussing out of her system, just sounding downtrodden and tired, now.

Jax gives an audible. "Aww," Before grabbing up del Boccyo up around the shoulders with one arm and giving her a half hug, while his other hand quickly pinching at a cheekbone. "Chin up." But just as quickly releases her. "Gotta go hit the Black. Get some Rack time, you'll feel better.

Snatch just sort of turns inward at the hug, too tired to shrug it off, or just trying not to waste energy; but her heart's not there. She barely seems to feel the pinch, but just grabs her toolcase again once he's off and goes plodding upstairs.

You climb into RAPTOR_214.

RAPTOR_214 Genesis - Hangar Bay B
114 BCH 23777 Souls

The forward section contains the flight deck, with side-by-side seats for the pilot and ECO (who occupies the rear section of the vehicle during normal operations). This opens into the main body which contains bulkhead-mounted racks of electronics equipment and sensors. A large canopy provides good forward and side visibility for the crew if any, which is no doubt of considerable benefit during atmospheric flight.

The hangar deck is where the Genesis' Viper squadron, and its Raptor detachment are stored, repaired and maintained between missions. Ships land on the flight deck, one level above, and are brought down via massive elevators. Tow vehicles move the ships around the deck, their shrill alert beeps causing an almost constant cacophony of noise. The floor itself is a light gray in color, but wear and tear has left marks and scratches everywhere. Numbered sections are marked off with paint to house the various spacecraft.
The place is surprisingly tidy, with tool chests, machine parts, diagnostic equipment, and even the occasional spare engine or chassis scattered all in their appropriate place. Stairs lead up to other parts of the ship. The fourth side has a large sliding door leading to the flight deck elevators. On the port wall, Vipers are loaded into the launch tubes to be catapulted into space. Raptors take off from the flight deck.
Ship has landed. Use +launch to take off or leave to disembark.

Players: Jax
Contents: Flight Helmet 219

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah and Sloane are flying a routine CAP, standard patrol pattern gamma in close formation around the Genesis. They've just completed a sweep of sector six, with the Lieutenant taking lead on this little routine sortie.

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] Space around the drifting fleet is calm. Stars shine in the endless black around them, stretching in every direction.

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "This is Raptor 214, taking a little stroll out among the stars. Since the Best of the Rest is having to fly something wider than her ass, tonight, we'll have a little mood music."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane]
Tossing in the radio checkup so that Jailhouse can direct the flow of traffic, Cornbread veers to be loose on Jailhouse's five o'clock, dipping a fin in a greeting for the Raptor pilot and ECO. A few hours into the CAP, he stretches his shoulder a little bit and watches DRADIS for a moment, matching Jailhouse's speed.

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] The outer speakers are flipped on as Roz begins cranking up the tunes. Tunes to Fly a Raptor By. And she sings along…Jax is so lucky.

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Not that you can hear them scream in space…

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "This is your Captain speaking. We'll be flying at an altitude of 10kerbilzillion miles above any land. If you look to your left, you can see Jailhouse's tail. If you look close enough, you'll see where I scratched Eve's favorite saying 'I'm in the Jailhouse now'."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse, leavin' sector eight. Cornbread, course change, fifteen carom zero niner. Nice try, Fire Eater, but this one's not my bird. Deck crew's holdin' it for ransom, think they want some decent coffee down there."

[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "Try and keep this one in one piece."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Ransom? Man, stop sniffing armpits. That bird is gone. Gone. I heard the Chief made it into an ashtray."

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "Jailhouse, Cornbread. Copy. Adjusting to fifteen carim zero niner. Hey Fireeater? You know it's amazing, the frakked up vox box makes your voice sound better than it does in the head at the berthings."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "I'm surprised you can hear anything over the fapping."

[Tac1] Jax says, "CIC, Jax. I'm getting a faint reading on my sensors. I'm showing a blip on Sector Alpha 12, looking for confirmation. Signal doesn't read Toaster."

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "Then zip your suit up all the way."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Nice comeback, but - *she pauses at the words from Jax* Repeat that Nugget."

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah maintains 'point' in formation for the time being, though his helmeted head ducks briefly to his own DRADIS console at the message over the comm.

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax reaches over to tap the DRADIS screen for Roz's benefit, then repeats over the comms for everyone else.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jax, CIC, Sector Alpha 12, confirmed. Doesn't -read- Toaster— awfully faint, though, could be a degraded signal."

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Raptor 214 does a banking move as the coordinates are given. Possibly to widen the array so the DRADIS can 'see' better. In her own cockpit, she glances to the screen that slides up.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse, request permission for CAP to investigate."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] The signal continues on their screens, but even the Raptors' sophisticated panels can't get much from here.

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Doesn't read Toaster, but how do you read Toaster, anyway? Boosting the signal here to see if we can get more than just a tic."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP leader, CIC, scramble investigation: anomalous DRADIS reading, Sector Alpha 12."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Copy, CIC."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "And see about keeping the singing to a minimum, huh? You'll scare away whoever it is, Fire Eater."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Right. IF that is all we need to win this war, then it's a done deal."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Maintaining a formation with Jailhouse, Cornbread's Viper falls into line alongside the fellow Viper. Standard forward Raptor defense initiated, two in front with the Raptor in back. Cornbread's face goes silent as he immediately stops his wisecracking.

[VIPER_209: Micah] After one last check of the DRADIS console, Micah 'flaps' his wings in a quick roll from side to side, indicating for Sloane and Rhodes to stay close on him as he kicks his viper into a hard burn for sector twelve.

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax gives a glance over to Roz, his hands tightening on the controls. "That mean we're going in, huh?" He mutters across to her. Then takes a deep steadying breath. So far, he's just run as a shuttle escort service between Carina and Genesis. This? This, is a whole other bag of worms.

[Wolf_212: Phelan] Stays on Micah's tail, following him in his hard burn to sector 12.

[Tac1] Jax says, "Forming up."

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Keeping her attention on the wide angled glass shields, Roz keeps the Raptor steady and in formation. Once Micah does his wing instruction, she too begins heading in that direction. "Just use the barf bag if you need too and keep a cool head. Nothing out here that we are too worried about. It could be some probe though, so eyes peeled."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Wolf, Cornbread, keep your eyes peeled an' make sure whatever we find, you keep between it and our trundlebug friend. Two-fourteen, let me know the instant you've got any more information on that blip."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] The fleet begins to grow smaller in the distance as the pilots move out. The lights of the capital ship become small poinpoints and gradually fade even further. The blackness seems to yawn forever, dotted with stars and a trail of gaseous mist that seems to sparkle when the Raptor's lights touch the edge.

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Roz does a tapping on her DRADIS screen, "I'm not sure I like the look of this myself. Plus, being in a bird that has no guns. We all know Colonial males can't shoot."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Oh, frak. CAP leader, CIC, expedite investigation. This is reading like a Colonial distress signal. Distorted, very weak."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread keeps speed with the three other vessels as they make the large distance out from the Genesis. When Drusus comms over about a Colonial Distress signal, he looks around and then down to the DRADIS. Nothing yet. Taking a deep breath, he keeps his eyes peeled.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Copy, CIC. Two-fourteen, can you confirm on the Colonial signal? Vipers, let's move, weapons hold."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "It's the Nugget's show here, let's see what he can pull out of his hat."

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax shoots a lopsided grin across the cockpit to Roz, though has no smart assed reply. He'll wait until he's done with nuggetdom, thank you very much. Besides, its taking all his concentration to keep up with the Vipers at this point.

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah's console is telling him nothing. Either that, or he's not able to make sense of it at the moment. So, he'll rely on his other eyes and ears. Afterburners flare blue as he streaks in at the nose of the formation, focus on the viewscreen to see what he can see with his own two eyes.

[Tac1] Jax says, "Sorry boys and girls, all I got is fuzz."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Fuzz. You know, I like that. I think that will be your Nugget callsign. It goes along with your ability to not shave much lately."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Fire Eater, CIC, let's play Name the Nugget when we don't have possible Colonial survivors on the line, huh? Are you getting anything on this signal? You look to be coming up on a gas-heavy asteroid belt. Careful of the rain."

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "Jailhouse, Cornbread. I'm on visual. Leaving the Dradis work to the Raptor."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Copy that, CIC, but you are breaking up. *A lot of shs shhs shh crackly sounds go on* I'll have to figure out what you said later."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Deck, CIC, prep to scramble SAR, we've got CAP heading into an asteroid belt."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Negative, CIC. Two-fourteen, you got any tricks up your sleeve you want to try? We're goin' to need more'n fuzz here. I don't like goin' in blind."

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax would raise a hand and scratch at said 'Fuzz', if it wasn't for…you know…trying not to die in a big metal flying coffin. "Alright, c'mon. C'mon." He reaches out to fiddle with the DRADIS. He can fix the damn things, but apparently can't read them.

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "This bird can fly blind. A lot easier than those vipers. Just hang back some."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] Floating in space in front of them is quite the sight. Stretched out over a wide belt is indeed a massive cloud of rocks and dust, and thick gas. It's difficult to see, deeply shadowed except where the light of stars occasionally cause bits to shine. Inanimate contacts begin to show on DRADIS screens throughout the little party.

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Within the Raptor, Roz looks to be taking over more of the console. Switches are flipped. "Radio silence, Fuzz." Outer lights go off the Raptor and she just begins a nice coasting along now. "Larger rocks are easy to navigate, smaller ones, depends."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread pushes forward with Jailhouse, watching the cloud of gas and dust, shaking his head a little bit. Not liking it one bit, he keeps his hands over the controls to go weapons hot at a moments notice. Frowning, he looks towards Micah's Viper and then back to the cloud.

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah decides to take Roz's advice, and throttle back a little on his hard and fast flying. It's not that he's reckless, so much as zealous, but he keeps steady on the stick as the CAP enters the dust-strewn asteroid belt.

[Wolf_212: Phelan] Echo's Micah's move to come off the burners and stays in formation

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] It's a heavy stick. Not just one stick to bank out of this crap, but foot pedals and keeping her trundlebutt from ending up space food. Concentration is a bit heavy on the pilots face as she enters into that stream of rocks and gas. Those burning thrusters fading like she ducked behind a black curtain.

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] As the Vipers and Raptor begin to push through the dense cloud of rock and dust, nature doesn't make it easy. Pieces of sharp rock clatter and thump against the metal sides of their birds. A particularly large piece comes crashing against Roz's viewshield, nearly damaging it. Phelan's Viper moves with relative ease, Micah's and Sloane's close behind him. Roz continues to have trouble, the rocks really loving that Raptor. CRASH comes another huge piece, clipping the Raptor wing before Jax even sees it.

It's odd, you would expect these rocks to be quite still in the vacuum of space, but DRADIS tells another story. They're moving, and at quite a high speed. Whatever is moving them is also tugging at the birds.

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread weaves through the debris, grimmacing as the Raptor gets hit a few times. "Hang in there guys…" He says under his breath, and then checks his speed. Eyebrows lowering, he presses on the forward thrusters a few times to try and slow his approach. "What the fr—"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Motherfrakking- - this keeps up, one of us is goin' to end up taking somethin' in the face. Two-fourteen, you reading any sign of what's makin' that blip? Or- - *there's a thump and a scrape as something glances off his wing* - - what's tossin' us around like we're in a gravity well?"

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] (Drusus and Jax roll comms)

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Roz is still maintaining radio silence and a frown goes to the tac. So much for that. She shakes her head at Jax when Micah asks. "Keep your eyes on the DRADIS. We don't know what is out here looking for transmissions."

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax flinches as another rock clips the bird, muttering an apology to Roz for his poor navigational skills. He should have seen that coming. Should, but didn't. "All I know is we're headed the right way. I think." There, that should be comforting. Its said within the cockpit, not transmitted to the Vipers who are flying blind.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC. Colonial signal confirmed, Sector Alpha 12, you're heading right for it. How are you doing with those rocks? Should I scramble SAR out to hold position in sector Alpha 3 in case one of you gets in trouble?"

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] Rock bits and crystallized liquid continue to clip the flying Vipers and Raptor, DRADIS showing them starting to pick up speed around the scout ships. Another huge piece of asteroid goes slamming in the back of the Raptor, making the ship shudder and an alert panel flash on the console. Another boulder-sized asteroid clips Sloane's Viper, barely missing going straight into the cockpit to come say hi. Steering straight is tough, even for the best of them. Something is pulling them, and pulling them HARD along with the asteroids swirling around this belt.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse, we're managing all right out here, though if you can get - *static* *static* - kind of disturbance or gravity well, tossin' us aroun- *static*"

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Inside the cockpit, Roz is trying to get the bird to stabilize, but whatever is sucking them along, is doing a good job. Plinkplankpling. When the panel lights up, she is shutting the left thruster down, "Frak me, kid. We're liable to be working it hard to get out of this one." Not that he is a kid, but…

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Sloane is radio dark, but by the way he jerks his Viper to get out of the way, any sane person would have let out a bit of a yelp. Listening to what he can make out over the tac channel, he narrows his eyes and focuses on staying alive. "Damnit there's no telling if we'll make it out of here…" He says under his breath.

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah throttles his bird back, then jams the 'burners in rapid succession a few times, trying to maneuver out of the way of larger hunks of rock that come hurtling at him. He hasn't been clipped yet, not badly anyway, but this is certainly no cakewalk.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Deck, CIC, scramble SAR team and move to Sector Alpha 3, keep your ears open for distress from the CAP in the belt."

[Tac1] Roz breaks radio silence finally. "I'm not picking up anything but static here. I don't know what the hades CIC is seeing, but we're being beat to death. Let's get back out of this soup."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] The pulling on the birds is getting worse. It's almost as though they've developed a mind of their own, wanting to spin along with these rocks towards the centre of this whirlpool…

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC. The distress call's confirmed, from the Colonial Military research vessel Peerless."

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] The Raptor decides to rock-n-roll with the swirling. With one thruster out, it has a hell of a time keeping it together. The roll begins and it is probably about to look like a metal ball inside of a game machine as it finds rocks to bounce against.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Copy, CIC. Orders? We can't take much more of this, we are no joy on frak-all out here. If there's somethin' in there, it's either at the eye of the storm or it's in several pieces by now."

[Tac1] "Fireeater" Roz says, "Frak this, spin up that FTL. We're getting out of this before we're pulled to pieces."

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah's viper is a blip of blue afterburners trying its best to twist and slip in amongst the tumbling rocks, like a silver-finned koi.

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Salin says, "Genesis, Actual. Report."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] Storms must have an eye, but this one's is not yet in sight. Rock crashes haphazard into the Vipers, by now flinging themselves into the sides of these ships. That'll leave marks for deck to bitch about. If they survive. By now the ships practically beg to tumble on their own, trying their damndest to pitch and roll without permission from their pilots. The Raptor's taking it bad, already damaged from the encounter before and now slammed by a new piece of rock right near the cargo hold.

The edge of the gas belt is barely in sight now. One more push might get them beyond the danger…or it might kill them.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC, the well seems centered around a large central mass. That's where the signal's coming from."

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane] Cornbread's having a hard time seeing, and the fuzz over the comms is heavy. Bobbing and weaving, Cornbread keeps it light as he continues to try to navigate towards the center. Growling as he fights with the stick, he switches over the comm.

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "CIC, Cornbread, I can see the end. We're close! Permission to keep going? I'm…almost…there…."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Genesis Actual, CIC, CAP's on its way through a gaseous asteroid belt. We've locked on to a Colonial distress signal from the Research Vessel Peerless, CAP is investigating, with SAR backup stationed at the edge of the belt in case they get in trouble."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "They're having some trouble with the rain, should they pull back?"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, CAP lead. Our raptor's taken some bad hits- - *static* - -rest of us hangin' on by our fingernails. Confirm- - *more static* - -continue on, or abort."

[Tac1] "Genesis Actual" Salin says, "Negative, Genesis CIC. Have them press forward if at all possible."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP lead, CIC, continue on. We've got SAR out by the belt on standby in case of trouble."

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] The grasp of this crushingly powerful whirpool of rock continues, flinging stone at the pilots. Phelan's Viper jerks hard as it's struck on the left side. Micah though seems invisible to the damn things. Must be his cologne.

Very suddenly, the desperate pulling on the Vipers and Raptor eases. Abrupt, sending them lurching through the edge of the gas belt. Right below them they can see something, some kind of rocky body. A moon, making its way around a larger, swirling gas giant.

Roz's Raptor is in terrible shape, and the belt seems to not want to let go of its new toy. A massive piece of boulder comes for her just as she nears the end of the storm, flying hard straight for her viewshield…

[Cornbread_1623: Sloane]
That's when Cornbread's Viper suddenly rushes in front of the Raptor. Yanking hard into the stick, his Viper practically slides across her field of vision. The portside wing and connect with the boulder intended for Roz and Jax at a high speed. There's an explosion, and the boulder is deflected. Locked in a hard spin, Cornbread's viper starts to spin towards the moon, having quite possibly saved their lives.

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, ""- FRAK! CI- -nbread! Going D- -n! *static*"

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Roz was about to react. Like. React on a roll, until that Viper whipped in front of her windshield. Serious slo-mo as that thing deflects, rolls and explodes and the viper begins a hard dive. It's precious seconds before she can get her head back into the game. Sonofa..she does an instinctive yank anyway.

[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax visibly jerks back, expecting impact and instead, getting a viewport full of viper as it swipes across his vision and takes the rock that was intended for them. "Motherfrakker.." He hisses, then lurches forward in his seat to try and keep an eyeline on Cornbread. "He's going to have to eject. We're going to have to pick him up." He says, just the slightest hint of panic in his voice.

[Judge_Ship_206: Charon] Somewhere in that belt, an asteroid is fistshaking. It's behind them now though, the storm's "eye" reached and returning control to the pilots. Below them that moon looms, much faster for Sloane than for the others right now. Their ships are all battered, Micah's the least.

[VIPER_209: Micah] Micah reacted at roughly the same time as Roz. Just a -little- too slow to beat Sloane to the punch, he flips his bird hard on its wing and tries to line up a shot on the hurtling rock. Crosshairs briefly slipping over it, then Cornbread's viper, then one's smacking into the other and his squadmate's bird goes spinning away. There's a loud curse uttered into his helmet, and he steps on the speed a little as they clear the storm.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Two-fourteen, Wolf, status report. Cornbread, do you have any control? Comms?"

[RAPTOR_214: Roz] Roz gets all her controls back online, "Switching to auxillary," she mutters and works the switch to get that other thruster back online. "See if you can find out what is shorting on us back there."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Fire Eater, CIC, scramble SAR on Cornbread if you're able. SAR team at Alpha 3, CIC, scramble backup SAR on Cornbread pending 214 greenlight."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse. I don't recommend sending backup in here, they're as like to be torn up by that dust storm as we nearly were."

[Tac1] "Cornbread" Sloane says, "- - -nnnnnggggh Jailho- - I've lost portsi- - -*static*"

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jailhouse, CIC, acknowledged."

Outside DW-739 - Surface
114 ACH 23777 Souls

This Sector is a hazardous place and many deep space jumps from the fringes of Colonial Space. It has been the topic of interest for many Scientists and Astronomers during recent decades. Never fully mapped, nor understood, it is a place filled with nebulas, electrical storms, dying stars, asteroid fields, black holes, and pockets of high radiation. In myth Zeus imprisoned most of the Titans in Tartarus, for which this place has been aptly named by those stranded here now.
The Archeron Nebula encircles roughly half of Tartarus, and has become unsafe for ships. Higher levels of radiation and the occasional electrical storm make it unsafe in EVA over anything longer then a few minutes. Gaseous and cloudlike, with colors ranging from dark red to bright orange it stands out in sharp contrast to the vast blackness of space beyond it's edges. Beautiful and haunting its name is one of the rivers one must cross before entering the Underworld.

Contents: Charon Jax Micah Roz
Exits: [I] Inside
Special: +lhelp - Local Help Available

Cornbread's bird is hissing fumes and sparks, the fuel line already cut. Using the nose and starboard side thrusters, he manages to pull out of the spin just in time. Leveling the Viper out the best he can, the ass of the Viper lands first with a crunch. The nose then immediately slams down with a snarl of pain from Cornbread over the tactical channel. He's managed to save the Viper, and it comes to a skidding stop after nearly two hundred feet of skidding. All is quiet.

Local Help Topic : SURFACE
The surface of the planet is extreme desert conditions. Although, not so much with heat, but sand and blowing sand. Winds whip up to 50mph constantly. There is also some weird sounds at night. No one goes out at night. Some never return.

Jax snaps out of his harness, doing as ordered and disappearing into the back fo the Raptor. Its not smooth sailing, so he's bracing himself on the bulkhead with one hand, and reaching to undo the access panel with a quick glance to the console to guide him and see what the Frak he's looking for.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC, requesting sitrep."

Roz is following the viper down. Not spiraling atleast, but the thing handles like a ten-ton truck. As soon as they pass through the atmosphere, the sand, wind and whatever else is there decides to just make her day, "Mutherfrakker, this is what I get for living in sin." She bites down hard and grits her teeth, trying to pick up that viper on DRADIS. "I hate this place already. Remind me later when I volunteer for someone elses CAP run. That I /hate/ this place and they frakking owe me."

With Sloane going down, and their raptor all but crippled at the moment, Micah prepares for a hard and fast descent. Once they're within range of the moon's gravity, his bird is dropping like a somewhat graceful rock. They lack a landing strip, but there's plenty of sand and more sand, almost enveloping the viper as it strafes in low for a rough landing.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, CAP lead, we are- - *static* - -down on the moon, taken heavy damage- - *static* - -report in once we're all accounted for."

Jax is met with a hail of sparks and a touch of smoke that's just a wisp curling up from behind the access panel to signal the final charred death of one of their systems. Sure, the one place he can actually be useful, and his response back towards Roz's seat? "Better get used to it, Fire Eater. We're bricked." Which sounds like a sigh on his breath. Bricked is right! As the ground starts rushing up towards them, Jax is trying his darnedest to flop back into a jumpseat and hold on for dear life.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Cap lead, CIC, acknowledged. Scramble sitrep reports every fifteen minutes just so we know we've still got you."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Cap lead, CIC, acknowledged. Scramble sitrep every fifteen minutes just so we know we've still got you."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Copy, CI— *static*"

The Raptor misses Corn's Viper by the hairs on his head. As her engines get choked with sand, the thing just decides to give up the ghost. "Frak me. Buckle in, we're in for a bitch of a landing." When it hits, it hits the ground hard. Skidding like it was ice and then digging in deep until sand is halfway up the sides of the ship before it comes to a sudden halt, sending them both slamming forward and then back again. Whiplash! The belt buckles didn't help at all, they snap like rubber bands and helmets go window crashing.

The hellishly ugly gray dust around them blows and kicks as the ships skid and slam, spraying up into waves and back down over the dunes. It's deathly calm and quiet, and the light from a nearby bright star is growing dim over the horizon. Smoke begins to curl gently from the Raptor's blown right thruster.

Down, down she goes. Where she stops, no-one knows. Well, to be precise, Micah's viper slams to a halt with its nose and one wing buried in a sand dune, dust whipping up and around his ship and rattling like little stones against his windscreen. Moving quickly, he unbuckles his seat harness, fetches his wireless transceiver and fetches the sidearm kept under his seat. Its clip is doublechecked, pressure on his suit also doublechecked, and he pops the hatch to brave the dust storm and get to the other downed birds.

Jax fairs better then Roz, having strapped down in the back. At least his head doesn't crack against the viewport, though he is thrown from his seat and his shoulder gets slammed into the hatchway. For a moment, he just sits there in the bottom of the Raptor, dazed and confused, without any of the fun. A moment later, he's getting to his feet with a groan, trying to stumble up to check on the unconcious pilot.

Cornbread's viper is flickering lights and venting gas. Luckily there isn't a fuel leak, as the pilot was smart enough to punch the kill feed prior to the crash landing. Slumped over to the side in the cockpit, everything is dark inside of the canopy.

Phelan brings his viper in roughly but doesn't do any more damage to the thing and climbs down out of the viper looking around at the other vipers to asses the pilot situation.

Spotting Phelan's viper first, Micah slots his sidearm into its holster and braces himself against the wind and blowing sand, trudging thattaway. It's only ten or fifteen paces, and he calls out to the other pilot once he's within shouting distance, "You all in one piece? Grab a medpack, if you got one in there, and let's go find the others." After which, he's angling in the general direction that he saw Sloane's viper go down.

Jax glances out through the viewport, then does a double take. Lights on the horizon. He'll have to worry about those later. Right now he's pushing Roz' slumped over body back into the seat with a groan through clenched teeth. There's a hiss in her helmet as he tries to undo the seal and strip the piece off, but his left arm is mostly useless. He only barely peels the thing off to check her vitals.

Wind rustles the sand around them, swirling it around the large dunes and eddying around their boots before settling again. Quiet stillness falls again for a while. Something far off in the sand makes a soft chittering noise that then subsides.

Phelan nods to Micah, "I'm alright, rough ride in but all good.. I don't think I have a medpack though… I'll check on the other pilots. There is a light off in the distance." then moves over to Corn's viper to check on hime.

Cornbread's eyes shoot open, waking up. Immediately looking around, he hisses as he tries to move his left leg. "Frak…just great…" He grunts, trying to flip the toggles on the console, finding that his communications are out. Seeing Micah approach through the fog, he presses the manual release on the canopy and starts doing some hand signals. He points to his ear and slides his hand across his throat. Comms are dead. Then he takes his index and middle finger to make it look like they're walking, and then moves his hand to act as if he's snapping a pencil. Broken leg.

Just moving, without being knocked off one's feet or mired down in sand, is a chore in itself. Doubly so in a flight suit, which is bulky at the best of times. With one hand on his holster, Micah's trek toward Sloane's viper is slow going to say the least; once he reaches the downed bird, he's clambering up awkwardly onto one wing and fumbling with the hatch release. Which Sloane manages to pop open before he has to start hauling on it manually. "Go check-" He turns away as a gust of wind kicks up, sand skittering into every available space. "-on our raptor pilots, Rhodes. Then we'll see about those lights."

Meanwhile in the Raptor, Jax is confident that Roz is still breathing, even if she's going to have a nasty bump on her head when she wakes up. He can't make her anymore comfortable then she is there, and he's already breathing heavy with just that minute effort. For the record? Crashing hurts. Now to see about that dead left arm of his, quite certain its dislocated, he's going to have to figure out a way to pop it back into place. What do they do in the vids? Right. Run it into something. Again. Jax eyes the bulkhead dubiously.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC. You all still with us?"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Confirmed, CIC. Rhodes, Sloane and I are still breathin', though we've got injuries. I don't know how bad the raptor crew is, yet. I'll update you as soon as I do."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jailhouse, CIC. Alright. Please do remember to touch base every fifteen, 'kay sugar? You know I worry."

[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "CIC, Jax. Bird *stactic* bricked, Fire Eater is unconcious but kicking."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jax, CIC, acknowledged."

The wind has started to pick up a bit, blowing sand in short gusts along the rolling dunes. It seems to be worsening gradually as the twilight fades further into nighttime.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC, two fourteen's reporting in with Fire Eater injured and two fourteen bricked. Anyone down there who can handle a first aid kit well enough to pull you through for now, or do you need medical assistance to try to get through that belt? And hHow are your vipers, are you going to be able to fly out of htere?"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse. Confirmed on two-fourteen. We sure as frak don't have any medics down here, and we've got one pilot so far with a busted leg. I figure we're like to jus' get more people broke, bringin' in a medical team. Any way you can see whether what we came through was some kind've.. passing storm, that might blow over?"

Sloane is conscious and aware. Unbuckling his harness, he tries to push up a little with his good leg and snarls in pain. Head bobbing, the helmet taps against the wall of the Viper. Looking around for something to possibly splint it with, he checks the seal on his suit and gives Micah a thumbs up.

[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Jailhouse, I think we have a small kit in here, can you blokes make it back to my locale? We could try for those lights on the horizon in the…morning? Is it night, or just a sandstorm coming in…Can't move Fire Eater like this, sir."

Micah grins into his helmet, as he gets the hatch of Sloane's viper open, and spots the thumbs-up from the Ensign inside. A quick glance is sent about their immediate area, but it's just sand and more sand, not so much as a weed let alone a stick. Briefly he considers the bird itself, perhaps to see whether it's even airworthy any longer or better put to spare parts.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Aye, Jax, we'll make it over there, if I have to carry this sod. Boy's a bag of bones anyway. That trundlebug still mostly in one piece, or did you breach on that shitty landing?"

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "No luck, Jailhouse, it's an asteroid belt, and the buckle looks fairly well closed. Hm, yeah, Jax, that's a sandstorm. Do you all have shelter?"

[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "We're dead in the water, Jailhouse. Didn't happen to see a parts depot on the way down, did you, Sir?"

Cornbread looks over his situation inside of the canopy of the Viper. Not spying anything holding his leg down, he blames the dented hull section that must have punched at the bone hard. Taking a deep breath, he reaches out to pat Micah's shoulder, asking for help in climbing out. Wincing beneath the helmet, he groans loudly beneath his helmet as he manages to get to standing on his seat.

[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "I can see about some field repairs.. but with no spare parts were not looking good."

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Think we're goin' to try to rig the raptor as a makeshift tent, CIC. We've got visual on some lights in the distance, bit of a hike, especially with two of us not in walkin' condition. Jax, all I need to know is whether you've still got pressure or power in there. Far as flyin', I think we're lookin' at a few piles of scrap right now."

Micah hunkers on down after he's finished speaking into his comm, shifting precariously atop the wing of Sloane's viper as sand gusts noisily into the exposed cockpit. A hand is offered as something to grab onto, while he anchors himself with the other and tries not to go tumbling off.

Once he's up a bit, Cornbread braces another hand on top of the canopy and shoves with his good foot. Making it over the side of the Viper, he climbs down the side carefully, leaning against the downed machine with one leg. Keeping his pistol holstered for now, he breathes heavily and checks his oxygen supply.

[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Copy that Jailhouse. No telling how long it'll last, but we're green for power and pressure. C'mon over, we'll have a campout. Roast some marshmellows."

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jailhouse, CIC. So, one way or another someone's going to have to come down through that and pick you lot up, unless you happen to find the Peerless and she's weathered the storm better than you all have. If you bunk down in the Raptor for the sandstorm, are you going to be able to dig yourselves out in the morning?"

It's growing darker quickly, and as it does that wind keeps picking up. Sand gusts along the sides of their birds, whispering harshly on their viewshields and blowing its granules into every nook and cranny of the Vipers and Raptor.

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, Jailhouse. Recommend holding on SAR until we determine what state the Peerless is in, unless you want to risk more pilots and crew. From what I can tell, the wind's only blowin' one way, so we should be fine for not gettin'.. sanded in."

Thankfully, his supply kit behind the Viper is still intact. Pulling it out, as well as his spare oxygen, Cornbread hobbles on the one leg and tries to get a look around. Turning on the flashing beacon on the side of his suit, and flipping on the SAR beacon on his Viper, he hobbles towards Micah.

Once Sloane's out, Micah clambers down off the wing and offers his shoulder for the pilot to lean against, slinging an arm around him for support. Thank the gods he's wearing a helmet, at least it keeps the blowing sand out of his eyes and mouth. Then, no doubt slowly, he starts heading for the downed raptor.

[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Alright, guys, well, have a good sleepover, then. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Just report in every hour until the morning, so we can all be sure you're not dead, okay?"

[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Aye. Copy, CIC."

Several other lights appear in the direction of the other lights in the distance, for those paying attention. After a while, those lights grow brighter, and can be seen to move gently up and down at a pace indicative of an average human trudging through sand.

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