Log:Guild - Expedition Prologue, Scene 1

Guild - Expedition Prologue 2015/05/21 	 Vixen Psyn Bluejay Dorian Pleiades Ten Paragon

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You stand in a large open area about 80 meters on each side on the sixth floor half roof of the building. The perimeter is surrounded by heavy electrified fence and the only doorways lead into the reception area and the security area of the facility. In the center of the open area is a circular concrete slab, large enough to land a helicopter or a VTOL-type aircraft. It is painted with white and yellow symbols and stripes that have meaning only to pilots and landing crews. Just off to one side of the concrete landing pad is a windsock. To the south side is a maintenance shed, and next to that is a small shack that serves as a secondary local radio "tower" for signaling incoming craft.

Dorian Perrault had put out a general call to heroes, though starting with those on the Starguard Gamma roster first before moving on to the general hero population. The SG security escorts each hero through to the landing field where Commander Perrault is waiting relatively patiently.

Pleiades skates up, rolling to a halt in front of Dorian. "Sir! Sgt. Nachtmann reporting for duty, Sir!"

Ten is on the roster still, and shows up in good time. "Hey. Straight to the landing field? Must be something urgent!"

Paragon walks out onto the landing field with the quiet thudding of her plated boots. "The meeting is outside? That's unexpected," she comments to the security escort.

Dorian smiles to Ten, "Moderately so. But I really picked out here for the ambiance."

Bluejay isn't ready for her debut as a hero but when she is informed of the call by Imouto, the base computer, she suits up and heads for Starguard. Since she taking the sky route she lands on the landing field directly and gives everyone already there a wave. Retracting her visor she adds a "Hi."

Psyn makes her way in with her escort. While not on the roster itself persay, she has worked with Starguard a few times in the past and is fostering a relationship, enough of one that it does get her a call. Maybe as she gets older it can be more. The teen hero is in her costume, mask on her face. She is walking at the moment, and looking around as she sees the others arriving.

Dorian is waiting in the shade of the building, though there's still a great view of the landing pad proper. He's actually in an official Starguard uniform...something that doesn't actually happen very often. "Thank you all for coming. I needed a hand with something, and I felt that while Starguard's resources are good, a little extra help might be worthwhile in this matter."

Recognized, her presence requested by one of the security personnel as she was nearby, Vixen casually strides in, then out to the field of landing as directed. The various machines presently in view cause her some distraction, and a friendly sort of greeting wave is presented for others who have come to be here.

Dorian returns the wave to Vixen, and then continues, "Most of you are probably familiar with what happened at Stronghold, at least vaguely, since it was on the news. We have several alien prisoners detained from that incident, and while the powers-that-be decide what to do with them, Starguard has decided to transfer the detainees to Tranquility, as well as taking over administration of the prison from the UEMS."

Ten looks at Bluejay curiously. . o O ( Same suit, sort of, different wearer....)

Ten(#2416PenACcF?)

This young woman is like something out of an adolescent fantasy, from her curvaceous figure to her lips that seem designed to kissing, to her amazing blue, inviting eyes, to her cascade of blonde hair, to her voice, whose alluring tone seems to say so much more than her words. And she carries herself to show this package off to best effect, too, standing with her hips cocked and her chest out, or slinking as she walks, though this all seems natural, guileless.

Her identity is concealed by a blue mask about her eyes, which nonetheless leaves her mouth and hair visible. Below the neck and above the legs, hands and arms included, her skin-tight costume appears to be a single piece of pure white, but for a proud blue '10' on her chest. Her boots too are blue, reaching just short of her knees.

In her hand, or, when not in use, coiled about her, is a curious silver-coloured segmented weapon like a flexible staff in small sections held together by fields of force, faintly glowing blue. The individual segments are roughly cylindrical, yet the surfaces are not smooth, but rather shaped for a variety of functions.

Bluejay(#2730PenACcF?)

When in her battlesuit Bluejay is a mostly midnight blue anime styled cybermech combat suit with fully enclosed visored helm. The visor is illuminated from within by a constantly changing head-up display and when Bluejay is engaged in combat a bluish-green force field surrounds her. Most of the suit's external armor is colored a deep midnight blue with slightly lighter blue highlights. On the chest of the suit is an emblem, a dark blue rose in a white diamond.

Pleiades(#1326POeCcmF?k)

Pleiades is about 170cm tall, with an athletic build, a heart-shaped face, big expressive green eyes, and neck length somewhat unkempt black hair. She wears a long strip of white cloth tied around her head knotted in a bow at the back.

She wears a long sleeved white half-jacket with blue piping, and with blue and gold bars on the cuffs, over a midriff baring tight black crop top with white piping zipped up the front with a large hoop zipper tab at the top.

Around her waist she wears an open front white knee-length skirt with white piping, with gray steel armor plates over her hips, over plain light blue shorts. She wears black knee braces with gray steel armor plates on the front.

On her left hand she wears a fingerless black glove with steel reinforcement over the knuckles. On her right hand, she wears Panzerfaust, a heavy gray steel technomagic gauntlet with a pair of heavy counter-rotating bands around the wrist portion. On her feet, she wears Blitzraeder, a pair of technomagic heavy steel reinforced inline skates

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Paragon(#1641POeACcF?k)

This tall figure stands at about 6 feet tall, covered in articulated, form fitting high tech heavy armor. It gleams like bluish-gray metal. The body is broad chested, muscular and athletic. The plating along more flexible areas, such as the abdomen and sides of the torso, are banded and flexible. The front chestplate has angled edges and looks like a solid piece, save for some hairline seams. In between the plates and in areas where there is no armor, a black armor mesh material shows through that doesnt quite look like fabric. This can be best observed on the figure's hands. The backs of the hands are plated, but the rest is just covered by the resistant armor mesh like gloves. The front of the helm has a flat profile with no nose, a thin line seam that represents a mouth, and two black eye-slots covered by dark glass that reflects surrounding light and a solid faceplate, completely encasing the head. From deeper within the helm, one can see the "eyes"; two glowing white orbs with a red fringe that blink out in unison from time to time or narrow into lines of determination.

When Paragon talks, the voice is tinny and echoes from within the metallic helm. But the tone of the voice doesn't match the imposing figure. It sounds young and not very deep, and has friendly overtones, which sometimes boom with heroic or chivalrous overtones. There's a robotic quality to Paragon's actions, but also a humane aspect.

You stand in a large open area about 80 meters on each side on the sixth floor half roof of the building. The perimeter is surrounded by heavy electrified fence and the only doorways lead into the reception area and the security area of the facility. In the center of the open area is a circular concrete slab, large enough to land a helicopter or a VTOL-type aircraft. It is painted with white and yellow symbols and stripes that have meaning only to pilots and landing crews. Just off to one side of the concrete landing pad is a windsock. To the south side is a maintenance shed, and next to that is a small shack that serves as a secondary local radio "tower" for signaling incoming craft.

Psyn(#2693PenACcF?)

This young woman looks to be a teenager, though it is hard to tell as she is covered from head to toe with a dark crimson bodysuit. The bodysuit fits like a glove, showing off her form. Long black hair runs down to the middle of her back. A matching mask covers her eyes and part of her nose. It leaves her lower face and mouth bare, so allows breathing and talking while keeping her identity hidden.

Vixen(#2570PeACcF?)

Vixen looks like a teenage girl, small in stature and adorable beyond words. Big, green, round eyes, often wearing a perpetually curious look, long bright silver hair that falls messily around her shoulders. She could easily be taken for human, though she has a pair of silver fuzzy ears that stick out to the sides, and a thick silver and white fluffy tail that resembles the animal which is her namesake.

She is wearing no clothing, though she has fur covering her to keep her from being arrested for public indecency, white and thick that runs from her breast to her hips, providing almost the bare minimum of covering. Curiously, she does have a pair of highly-advanced looking bracers strapped to her wrists. Their exact nature is difficult to discern.

Dorian(#2348POeACcF?)

This man stands about five and a half feet tall, and is moderately good looking. He has blue eyes...brown hair cut into a crew cut, and a goatee.

He's currently wearing a standard regulation navy blue Starguard Gamma uniform with a grey inset stripe down the left side of the torso and a Starguard logo on the upper right side. The rank on the shoulder identifies him as a Commander. It's a far cry from his normal relatively casual mode of dress.

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Paragon folds her arms over her chest and tilts her head. "Do we expect any issues from the UEMS administration there?" she intones mechanically.

The Vixen does her best to look like she has some idea of that which Dorian speaks, but she is clearly lost. Fortunately what she needs to know is being revealed

Pleiades stands at ease, hands behind her back as she listens to the briefing.

Dorian smiles to Paragon, "No. After what happened at Stronghold, they've admitted that 'mistakes were made'. As a result, they're willing to hand over administration for at least the time being until they get their house in order."

Paragon nods once in satisfaction and relief.

Ten says, "'Mistakes.' Yeah."

Dorian continues, "Or rather, if anyone gives us a problem, it'll be on an individual basis, not the organization. However, that's not the major issue. We're received word of a threat by ACE, or the 'Allied Champions of Earth'. For those of you unfamiliar with them, they are a terrorist organization that is extremely anti-alien."

Psyn nods her head, She isn't sure, there is still so much the teen doesn't yet know about.

Psyn hmms, "So we are here if they decide to go after the prisoners in transit?"

Ten says, "What kind of threat?"

Bluejay is listening attentively but is a bit lost. A lot of what's being said is news to her.

Dorian nods to Psyn, "Exactly. The prison itself should be pretty secure. Starguard Delta and Gamma already have people on site. But I'm concerned about the transit from here to the moon."

Paragon rubs the back of her helm. "They've been a bit active since the news about the Guild and Stronghold," she murmurs. "Has the transport vessel been checked for bombs or sabotage?"

Dorian says to Ten, "The threat was left...vague. It merely mentioned removing the 'alien presence from the planet'. Since we're headed to the moon, perhaps they won't bother? But it's hard to say for sure." He nods to Paragon, "It has. Several times."

Ten nods. "I was thinking that locking them up on the moon would seem to them a step in the right direction. But I guess they might have something more permanent in mind."

Pleiades hmmms, "Sir, do we expect them to try to kill the prisoners, or abduct them?"

Psyn nods, "Well at least the terrorists are human so I can be some good." she nods as she thinks for a moment. She looks around at the others for a moment.

Dorian turns to Pleiades, "I suspect killing them is their goal." He looks at the group again, apparently reminded of something, "At least one subfaction of ACE hates all beings from other dimensions too. So, keep your guard up."

Pleiades grins. "Yes Sir! I'm from another dimension and a different planet, so I'm one of those bad alien influences they worry about."

Dorian says, "Any further questions before I talk about the transfer plan?"

Bluejay looks at Pleiades and can't stop herself from asking, "You're really an alien?"

Ten says, "DO they have any way of identifying who is or is not alien?"

Pleiades smiles, "Yep, I am!"

Dorian tilts his head and says to Ten, "Unknown. They have a number of metas, so perhaps one of them can do so."

Ten says, "Oh, and do we know which faction made the threat?"

Bluejay grins, "Wow. I've never met an alien befor..." she says before cutting her words off. Looking back at Dorian, "Uh. Sorry for interrupting."

Dorian chuckles. "It's not a problem. I understand. Ask her about her antennae later, though."

Psyn nods her head and has no questions so for the moment she is just listening.

Bluejay looks at Pleiades again, seeking signs of antennae.

Pleiades giggles.

Ten grins.

Dorian smiles. "If there are no further questions, I'll proceed with the transfer plan. If anyone has suggestions, I'll be glad to entertain them." He motions to a couple of SG transport craft out on the landing field. "The prisoner transport is the far ship, and is unarmed, but heavily armored. I'm intending to escort it with the gunship in front of it, with anyone willing to go on the trip. Anyone capable of travel in space can either escort independently or ride shotgun in either ship."

Pleiades says, "Sir! I can't really fly in space, but I'm spaceworthy. I can ride on top of the transport."

Ten says, "Makes most sense for me to be on the prison ship. Given I'm mainly useful for jumping in the way of fire."

Paragon rubs the chin of her helm as she examines the ships. "I've never tested being out in the open in space. I'm willing to come, but can't fly anyway, so...pick a ship that you want me in, Commander," Paragon intones with a salute.

Ten grins. "Just remember I'm not one of the prisoners when we get there."

Bluejay says, "My suit is space capable. I'll probably be most useful flying alongside. Unless someone has a better idea?"

Without explaining herself, the fox-featured girl moves herself to where Ten is, crouching.

Psyn thinks for a moment, "Wherever you wish me to be I am willing." she offers, "I just need to see what I am fighting." she offers, "So inside either for me. Wherever I am most useful."

Ten tilts her head at Vixen.

A nod of her head, and a spoken "Hi" sounds from Vixen, to Ten.

Dorian nods. "Okay...so, I'll suggest that you work in pairs." He points to Ten and Vixen, "In the transport?" He motions to Pleiades and Bluejay, "On top of the transport. You can strap to it and release if necessary." Then he looks to Paragon and Psyn, "And you two in the gunship. I can move pretty easily between both and space, so I'll likely start in the transport proper. Does that sound reasonable?"

Ten says, "Fine by me."

Paragon nods in the affirmative. "Yes, Sir." Her head pans towards the ship as her glowing eyes shift from white to a light cyan color as she double checks the ships with x-ray vision, just for due diligence.

Bluejay nods. "Yes." she says in a respectful tone to Dorian.

Pleiades salutes, "Yes Sir!

Psyn nods and smiles, "Sounds good to me. Are we going to use Radio communication? I could create a link between the seven of us allowing mental communication. I am just providing options of course."

Ten says, "THere's something to be said for mental communication. Especially given it's hard to talk without air."

Dorian smiles slightly when Pleiades salutes. He then looks over toward Psyn, "I was intending to use radio communication, but a redundant method would be helpful. If everyone is willing? I know some people have issues with others seeing into their thoughts."

Pleiades says, "Mental communication is fine, Sir."

Psyn nods her head, "It doesn't work like that, you won't see into each other's heads unless trying to use other mental abilities, conscious thoughts will transmit, and it would only work to establish the link if someone is truly willing." She looks around at each in turn.

Bluejay tells Psyn, "I don't mind mental communication but nobody will be able to peek into my mind will they?"

Paragon rolls her shoulder and smiles behind her faceplate. "I'm used to have someone in my head. What's another half dozen people? I can process that amount of data."

Vixen looks pleased at the idea of mental communication. Or pleased to be here. Or just pleased. It did peak at the idea being put forth though. Her tail is wagging, and she is gazing upon Psyn expectantly.

Psyn nods and once it looks like everyone has given consent she focuses and extends her mind towards the seven, establishing the link.  She cocks her head to the side, taking a moment to calm again.

Dorian nods, "Alright then, it looks like we're ready to go. We'll take off in about a half hour. Gather whatever you think you need and meet me back here."

Pleiades relaxes. "Ready any time, Sir!" She grins at Bluejay. "I don't actually have antennas, by the way, but I'm not a natural human either."

Ten says, "I've got what I need already."

Psyn nods, "I am ready to depart." she says and then shakes her head a bit. She looks around at the others for a moment.

Bluejay heads straight to Pleiades when Dorian calls a halt to the briefling, "Hi. Do you really have antennae?" she asks with fascinated curiosity.

Paragon's mind is already occupied with her link to another when the others link up. She does a bit of mental juggling to keep that link separate from the others for privacy purposes. "I'm ready," she informs Dorian.

< Thank you! You can look in my mind if you want to. > Vixen's mental voice is clear, smooth and unlike the spoken words that may have been heard at one time or another by many around her, the cadence is fluent. Her posture has changed to a more seated one.

Pleiades leans forward so Bluejay can see the top of her head. "Nope, sorry. But I do have gears, sort of!" She rolls up her left sleeve and runs her finger along the underside of her forearm. The flesh splits open bloodlessly, revealing mechanical actuators and bones. "See!"

Dorian nods to those that already declared that they're ready. "I still need a couple of minutes. I need to speak to the Director. I'll be back in a bit." He heads back into the building, heading for the Director's office.

Ten says, "Hm, perhaps I should get a coffee - but then again, given how the coffee here is...."

Bluejay introduces herself to Pleiades, "I call myself Bluejay." she says, "Have you been on Earth long?"

Psyn nods, "Oh I am Psyn by the way for those that don't know. Mentalist." she shrugs and smiles.

Paragon nods to Dorian and turns to Psyn. "You're the one who helped with the Event Horizon investigation, right?"

Bluejay transmits over the mental link, "I call myself Bluejay. So you don't have to shout 'hey you' if you want to tell me to do something." and waves her hand in the air to show who she is.

Ten says, "I'm Ten."

Pleiades hmmms, "" she transmits mentally.

Psyn nods her head, "Yes, there was a request to see if I could offer any assistance since there was a coma involved and I was able to help, glad to help really."

"You did good work with Corona," Paragon bows her head in acknowledgement. "She's no longer controlled by that villainous group now, thanks to you. She was even able to give us a little information on Event Horizon's group. Maybe enough to give us a lead on his whereabouts."

Bluejay confides to Pleiades, "This is the first time I've done anything like this. We'll be riding on the transport shuttle together. I'd be grateful for any advice if something happens during the journey."

Psyn nods, "Well that is what I was hoping. I want to be as much help as possible, use my abilities for good. They have a mentalist, so I am sure that I might be called upon again." she smiles a bit.

Psyn smiles over at Vixen and then shakes her head, "I wouldn't want to damage anything by looking too deep especially not right now, I might transmit it all across the link." she giggles just a bit showing her youth.

Dorian comes back out of the building, "Alright...I'm all set. The flight plan's been logged, and the Director has been apprised of the plan."

Paragon nods to Dorian. "Shall we load up then?" she asks, then glances towards the gunship.

Ten says, "Oh, there's a question. Presumably getting into and out of the prison ship isn't so easy...."

Bluejay flies to the top of the transport shuttle and straps herself in place ready for takeoff.

Dorian nods to Ten, "Well, there's an airlock. But what's your question?"

Ten says, "Oh, just what physical security is like in it."

Pleiades jumps up on top of the transport as well and straps herself in place. She gives Bluejay a thumbs up with her gauntleted hand.

Psyn nods and starts to move towards the gunship. She smiles a bit excited, and it comes through the link as well, she seems a bit giddy.

< Not much to transmit > Vixen's mental voice responds. < Maybe later you can see stuff and figure out what's going on in my mind > She looks at the two ships, then seems to address everyone, < I can make portals between them if we need that but it won't be over a vast distance, it might make it easier for ship to ship transit >

Psyn looks over at Vixen and then nods her head,  she sends and then moves to get on the gunship.

Bluejay returns the thumbs up to Pleiades.

There are pilots with both ships already, going through pre-flight checks while the heroes board. While they settle in, Dorian and several armed SG guards escort four cuffed prisoners in fully contained encounter suits toward the transport.

Ten watches the prisoners, with attention to how they are restrained.

Paragon leaps over to the gunship in one hop and prepares to load up. Her minds is quiet across the link for now as she examines the ship and steps inside. As she settles in for take-off, she glances out towards the prisoner transport to keep an eye on it. <> The prisoners are brought on board the transport and buckled in for takeoff. The guards settle into their seats and buckle in as well. The engines of both ships start to wind up, while the doors close.

< Though..oh. I don't think I should make portals actually. Space might not agree with the internal atmosphere > Vixen seems sheepish, accompanying Ten.

<< I was thinking that would alert of an internal systems malfunction. I'm sure the pilots are on it. >> Paragon transmits.

The two craft take off vertically with anti-grav tech before kicking in with thrusters and starting to head toward the upper atmosphere. Dorian says over the link, << How many of you have been in space before? >>

Psyn shakes her head a bit from where she is, << I don't think my previous time counts, since it was sort of a summon by some other realm being, Doesn't count I think. For the most part this is the first time >>

< I might have, but I don't remember > Vixen's voice comes through without hesitation.

<< Two or three times >> Paragon responds as they prepare for takeoff. She still enjoys the view. And still dreads the vast dark emptiness.

< I haven't. > transmits Bluejay over the mental link.

The ships reach the stratosphere, and then head into space proper, heading toward the moon. The pilots of both vessels are in constant contact with each other, with system updates.

<> Bluejay transmits, a slight undertone of suppressed panic in her thought.

A pale blue bubble of light shimmers into existence around Pleiades, encompassing Bluejay as well. >Don't worry, I've got you.<

Dorian says to Bluejay over the link, <>

The fox-like Vixen remains in her non-threatening form, near Ten for the simple security of having two sets of sensory organs in one place at all times. At least, until there is need to separate.

<< Pleiades is taking care of it. >> Bluejay's thoughts contain a immence feeling of gratitude to Pleiades.

Psyn is really too busy watching things to pay attention too too much.

There's a fairly loud 'kathump' sound a vibration through each of the two ships. Something on the underside of both. Before people can respond other than to look around quizzically, both devices are set off. The one attached to the transport sends an EMP pulse into the transport proper. The engines cut out as well as life support. The pulse is enough to cause Dorian's energy form to shimmer and start to fray at the edges. Those on the outside of the ship are untouched by the targeted pulse.

The second, on the bottom of the gunship, is apparently something different. The computers in the ship are immediately put under attack. The pilot shouts to those in the ship, "The ship isn't responding!" Rotational thrusters start to kick in, turning the ship toward the transport.

Ten says, "Just great. Life support's down here...."

Dorian winces as the pulse hits him, and he grimaces, trying to hold his form together...starting to look like the edges around him are 'fuzzy'.

Ten checks her staff to see if it's still working.

<< I think they're using the Gunship to attack the transport! >> Paragon announces as she loosk down below to try and find where the thumb sound came from. Perhaps a device was attached that she can get to. << How do we deactivate the weapons on the gunship? >>

Bluejay bites back a question. The experienced heroes will tell her what to do. Hopefully. There's no point, she thinks, is adding her confusion to the mind link.

Psyn knows there is something wrong now of course. <>

Ten thinks, << Smashing usually works. >>

The pilot of the gunship declares, "The weapons are powering up. Trying to shut them down." He flips several switches, "Come on...come on..."

As power suddenly goes out, Vixen glances at Ten, though her mental voice seems to be more generally directed, < Lost power in transport. Gravity seems to be unaffected. > The readout monitors on her bracers are enough to tell her those are still an option. She does look for something to grab on to along with Ten should the weapons' fire cause serious problems with balance.

Paragon unbuckles herself from her seat and calls up to the pilots in the Gunship, "We need to get this ship turned away from the Transport or disable the guns. What're are options?"

Ten moves to stand ready to defend the prisoners. She keeps her ears open in the hope of hearing the direction of any assault.

The pilot says to Paragon, "None if whatever hit us has taken control. I haven't seen anything like this. It's almost like someone else is running the ship. My controls aren't doing anything."

Bluejay can see the gunship. She diverts all power to the deflector beam projectors and activates the auto-targeting system for them. And prepares herself to be hurt. Yushio warned her that the deflector and auto-target combination will strain her arm muscles.

"What about destroying the weapons or disarming them?" Paragon asks, her eyes scanning through the hull around them and outside to look for the source.

Psyn cocks her head to the side and turns on her forcefield, just in case, "Do we see what caused it, there was nothing on the ship when we took off, so someone put them there, can we see who?" she asks from in the gunship.

The pilot of the transport says, "I think whatever it was that hit us is on the bottom of the outer hull. Can one of you check it when we're not about to die?"

Paragon frowns slightly. She doesn't like this idea, but...Porter can yell at her later. "I'm heading for the airlock to check it out." She turns and marches to the closest airlock to hopefully get outside fo the gunship while searching for something that will help her navigate or keep hold of the ship once she's outside.

Bluejay thinks to Pleiades, "I need to move so I'm clear of that barrier thing you created. I have air for a minute or so. It's going to be over one way or another before then." and pushing off she flies out to the side to get a clear line of the gunship.

Paragon notices on the way to the airlock that the power source for the weapons is a smaller secondary plasma generator, kept near the engines. There is an access panel, of course.

Everyone else who is looking outside, sees a couple of things. The gunship's rotational thrusters kick back in, stopping the rotation and aligning the gunship with the transport in front of it. Additionally, two cloaked individuals in space suits appear out of nowhere back in the wake of the ships, converging toward each other. Each person can see waht appears to be a device about the size of a manhole cover (But perhaps three times as thick) on the bottom of the other ship.

Paragon halts by the panel for the weapon systems. << Much more convenient. >> She tries to gain access to the panel to work towards cutting the power for the weapons. "I'm going to try and disable the power source for the weapons!" she calls up to the pilots while also mentally transmitting her plan. << If any of you have a way to shield the transport, now would be a good time if this fails. >>

Paragon has managed to open the panel, and sure enough, there's a small plasma generator. Somethign that could...be volatile.

Psyn notices the two in spacesuits, "Well there they are. Get a little closer." she mutters to herself.<>

Ten thinks, <>

The blasts from the gunship blaze toward the transport, only to be deflected by Bluejay efficiently. Only three volleys are taken before the power to the weapons cuts, leaving the cannons dormant.

Paragon starts to poke into the power systems. <> After a few moments of examining the power supply and tinkering, the plasma generator winds down and the weapons power down with it. <>

Psyn sees a...door open in space, revealing what appears to be...an airlock? Both spacesuited attackers move toward it, apparently moving to get inside a cloaked ship.

Bluejay holds her aching arm close to her chest. It was worth every strained muscle though. <> she thinks as she hurriedly gets back to Pleiades and breathable air.

Psyn blinks as she sees that, "Damn." she swears outloud and it carries over as she sends through the link, <> and as she sees the two are closer together, she lashes out with a mental blast to hit them both.

Once the ship's stability is known, Vixen begins moving toward the prisoner holding section. Just to check on them.

Dorian finally gets his senses about him. He still looks like he's in pain. But he looks over toward Ten and Vixen, "Please check on the prisoners." ...just as Vixen had already started to do.

<On my way> Vixen's response comes with not a hint of sarcasm or indignance. Already doing she is, and someone else thought it would be a good idea too.

The prisoners still seem secure in their seats. Each is still cuffed...and there are SG guards who are nearby as well who are quite happy to have the two heroes nearby. One guard says to both Ten and Vixen, "I think we're okay here. But we'll need power shortly. Any ideas on how to fix things?"

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Ten shakes her head. "My electronics are rusty at best."

Ten thinks, <<Anyone know how to get power - and life support - going again on this ship?>>

Vixen lets Ten do the talking, though she does inform, <Technically speaking, I have no idea how anything works. I'm mostly muscle. And watchdog. And if the ship needs a sudden influx of fox fur, I can provide that.>

Both suited individuals halt, doubling over. Another person steps out of hte airlock, presumably to give them a hand.

Dorian nods, and starts moving back toward the engines, << I might be able to do it. >>

<< It's got to be easier than dealing with a volatile plasma generator. But I'm on the other ship. I'd reocmmend the two heroes outside check the external hull for something controlling your systems. >> Paragon replies, having no idea that what hit the other ship was an EMP.

Ten thinks, << Do you need a hand, Dorian? You don't look so hot. >>

Psyn cocks her head to the side, << I slowed down the two going for the ship, but they have help, I can't really do anything against the ship. >> she looks at the one that steps out to help and tries to slow them down as she lashes out with another mental attack, trying to paralyze the one moving out to help.

Dorian nods to Ten and Vixen when he gets close, "I'll need you two to help with the physical part. I'll direct you." He says over the link, << Pleiades and Bluejay, can you check the outer hull for whatever was attached? >>

Ten nods. "Just tell me what to do."

Paragon asks to the pilots up front of the gunship, "How are the controls working? Any luck?"

The pilot says to Paragon, "Not yet. Wahtever is on the outside must be actively controlling the computer systems. Maybe if we remove it?"

Bluejay nods, << Certainly can. I'll grab you so you have your hands free to do whatever needs doing. That sound reasonable? >> she thinks to Pleiades and suits actions to words.

Psyn's target freezes, still mid-reach for the others, who are floating there.

Dorian makes his way to where the engines are, and he takes a look at them. "I'm more of a scientist than a mechanic, but we'll see what I can do..."

Ten says, "Closer to a mechanic than I am!"

Psyn nods her head, << I have slowed down the ship and those responsible for the moment >>

Paragon nods to the gunship pilot, then looks to Psyn for a moment as she ponders. <<Is anyone going after the cloaked ship or the device controlling the gunship?>> She looks to Psyn curiously. "I should be able to survive out there." Since she's technically already dead. "Do you have any powers that could get me to their ship?"

Dorian points out a few levers. "Okay...pull those. Then press those three buttons. We need to effectively cold boot the engines again. Kind of a dumb setup, I know."

Psyn looks at Paragon, "I have some telekinesis that might be able to move you to the cloaked ship, I haven't tried to use it in space, but the principles should still be sound."

Dorian takes a seat against the wall. "Once you've done that, let me know."

Ten pulls those levers then press those buttons.

Ten says, "Dumb seems pretty normal. Ok, I've done that."

The engines on the transport slowly start to hum. Dorian smiles, "Okay...now go let the pilot know to start the engines up. I think we're good to go on this end."

Paragon nods to Psyn. "I'll get out there and maybe you can maneuver me. Just...don't lose me out there, alright?" she grins behind her faceplate before turning to head for the airlock and steps inside, closing the airlock behind her. Here's hoping she can function on a space walk.

Ten lets the pilot know by SG radio. And in case that's not working too, heads forward to deliver the message personally as well.

Psyn watches the three by the cloaked ship and readies to try and guide Paragon over there.

Bluejay and Pleiades find the device used on the outside of the ship, looking much like the one on the other ship.

The engines on the transport start up again, and the life support kicks in.

Vixen lets Ten do the weird button-lever-interacting while she keeps watch, keeping listen, just in case of something going horribly wrong with the prisoners or one of the guards acting in a manner she deems suspicious.

Bluejay peeks over Pleiades shoulder at the device.

Pleiades places her gauntlet against it. >Panzerfaust, Sword Breaker!< Another triangle rune appears around her she gauntlet sets up a resonant vibration.

Pleiades shatters the device and brushes away the fragments.

<< I think its a directional EMP device. I have no idea if it's still functional. Should we try to remove it? >> she thinks to all.

Paragon taps some buttons on the panel inside the airlock and holds on to something as if expecting to get sucked out into space. Instead, the room depressurizes gradually and the outer hatch opens to the voice of space without the expected rush of air, but with a lack of gravity. The whole sensation involved is very uncomfortable. Vacuums are not fun. Paragon floats out of the gunship with the use of handholds. Once outside and holding to the hatch, Paragon links to Psyn << Can you see me? Can you try your powers and grab ahold of me? >>

The two attackers finally have their senses and start getting ont he ship, helping their now frozen comrade. The door starts to close...

Psyn waits till she sees Paragon and then uses her telekinesis to try and move Paragon who is waiting for it and move her towards the cloaked ship. << See if this works >>