Log:Space Team, Scene 5

Space Team 2015/09/02 Breach Griffin Malcolm Indira 5

"At least we're not teenagers," opines Rick, because that's looking on the bright side of life. If the group were teenagers, this would clearly be a horror/slasher flick and Malcolm would be the first to die. THEN WHO WOULD FLY YOU ALL HOME?!

"That's... The spirit?" offers Malcolm, looking at Rick askance.

Griffin is also glad this is not a horror/slasher flick as the second black man aboard... he would clearly go next. So yay!

Externally, Griffin maintains his vigilant lookout position but says, "I think we need to move this party inside. If that cloaked ship decides to sneak in here..." He leaves it at that.

"But we're already inside," Indira replies quietly. She's not looking at any of the others or quite paying attention to the people in the Pyle. She's gazing in the direction of the door leading to the rest of the station.

"All things considered," comments Rick, "I'd say the bigger concern is them venting the atmosphere in the bay. They presumably already have control of the station."

Malcolm bobs his head at Rick's statement and gestures toward the cockpit with one hand. He offers a wan little smile and a roll of his shoulders as he notes, "Presumably these people have control of the station already. It was a tight fit for a relatively small ship like the Pyle to fit in and there's no indication they're patrolling with something smaller than us. It'd be more expedient to just vent the atmo in here and either blow us out or suffocate us in the hard vaccuum."

Falling silent a moment, Malcolm rubs his hands together and offers a warm smile.

"That said, we've got a pretty well loaded shuttle bay. We can set this thing up as a labyrinth and keep our ship pretty well defended from all angles. Really, we've got the advantage here. It might make more sense to try to sneak you three out while I keep the ship and the ambassador's assistant safe."

Indira cranes her neck to look over at Violet, who in her previously violently ill state, is trying to nap and doesn't seem to hear about the scarier options. "I am in your hands, gentle men. Whatever you recommend."

Griffin simple nods his head in agreement figuring these people are well educated on space based calamities.

"Alright- so I suppose we set up that labyrinth first..." Griffin says. He lowers and finally holsters his weapon and looks around uncertainly about where to start.

"Well I hate to break up a good team," comments Malcolm. He gestures at Rick and Griffin, as if to explain himself, before heaving himself up to his feet. Malcolm saunters toward Griffin and the door, commenting, "I'll direct you guys if you want to move stuff around the ship. Bomb Man can set some booby traps up in the lanes. Hopefully the opposition won't get any cute ideas."

Rick looks blankly at Malcolm. What team? Team Army? He grunts and comments, "You two get started. I gotta switch out uniforms if we're going to set traps out there."

Indira sits patiently, allowing the military experienced ones to handle the strategy. "Let me know if I can assist," she offers politely.

Griffin begins doing some of the heavier lifting, picking up a large metal crate- and while he struggles a bit with it, he moves it to a point directy in front of the hatch. He decides that since it is likely one of the heaviest objects it should act as the center of their defense. He sets it on its side with a loud CLANG. It's definitely not hollow and should act like a good bulwark.

Malcolm climbs out of the Sky Saber and up onto the roof.

Rick returns to his attache case and starts changing out from his B.O.O.M. Suit to his Breach Suit. It takes him a good five minutes, assuming no one interrupts him. Breach emerges from the Pyle about seven minutes later, flexing his gloved fingers as his smart armor systems finish booting.

From the roof, Malcolm merrily calls, "Nice of you to join us, Petunia."

Pause.

"I'm sorry, was that offensive, Ambassador?"

Breach, for his part, rolls his eyes and assists in the heavy lifting. Lifting, however, eventually turns to using up his supply of explosives in setting up the defensive measures. He tries not to focus on the irony of an EOD specialist setting up what amount to IEDs.

"Only if you were talking to me," Indira replies casually to Malcolm. From where he is, he can't see the hint of a smile on her lips that reveals her attempt at humor.

"I hate space," comments Breach to Griffin. It may be the fifteenth time he's said that in the past two hours - after about the tenth near detonation - and Breach still seems ornery about BOMBS in SPACE-ace-ace-ace-ace. Breach grumbles some more under his breath as he finishes up wiring/rigging the charge. Presumably trip wires and artificial gravity do not mix - maybe this is why so many sci-fi shows use laser tripwires instead of physical ones?

Malcolm, in the meantime, has headed back inside of the Pyle. He is helpfully hanging out with Indira and talking about the layout of the space station and discussing possible reasons for all of the damage outside. You know, other than space battles that Earth failed to notice.

Even Griffin looks a bit frazzled once the bombs and triggers are set up. His usual zest seems dull and worn thin around the edges.

"I just think its this specific time in space that I hate." Griffin says in response to Rick's statement. .

Indira tries to give Malcolm what details she knows. "Think of this as one of your starports. Air! Airports. You haven't got starports yet. There are many races in the universe. Having a starport lets you screen them before planetfall. It serves as a small city so that people can work here. They have not installed the transmat platform yet to allow easy travel from here to the surface yet."

Taking a slow...breath? Her body expands slightly and deflates uniformly, Indira thinks on the question of damage. "I don't know, Special Agent Gibbs. Parts of the station are being rebuilt or changed. This was originally an outdated Kurvingian Starport that was to be," she pauses to think of the word. Her collar lights up a bit at the mental inquiry. "Decommissioned. As a gift to Earth, I convinced the Kurvingians to donate the station rather than scrap it. It still needs some conversion work for your needs."

Indira smiles to herself. "Pleasant people, the Kurvingian. They have four arms and two heads, and do not breathe air. Atmospheric changes needed to be made."

"I... Don't know whether to root for them not breathing or them breathing a non-toxic atmosphere," offers Malcolm at the description of the Kurvingian. He offers a polite smile and a small roll of his shoulders, watching Indira thoughtfully.

Breach, in the meantime, claps Griffin on the shoulder and starts leading the way back toward the ship. He really hopes this doesn't go any more horribly wrong than the trip has already. It's already going to be a week's worth of headaches and legal counsel meetings, he can just feel it in his bones. Oh his achey healy creaky bones.

"I think this is a good opportunity for the two of us to consider investing in better demo gear."

Griffin smiles, "Yeah- something zero-g approved. Everything I ever learned was turned on its ear today." Griffin says, "I'm gonna start shopping as soon as we get Earthside."

Indira watches Malcolm in return with unusual silence and patience. Who knows what Malcolm sees through her natural neurochemical pheromones.

Malcolm peers at Indira. Did she always have Farrah Fawcet hair? And when did she get Grimm piercings? Opening and closing his mouth a few times, Malcolm eventually pokes at the conversation with a stick, "So. You and that security guy, huh?"

Rick feels a disturbance in the Force. He looks over his shoulder at Griffin and inquires, "Did you just look at my butt?"

"Yes?" Indira asks Malcolm, not understanding the question. Only her eyes move towards Rick at the hanging question Malcolm poses before shifting back to the tall man's grey eyes. "What about he and I?"

"You... Um."

Malcolm clearly doesn't know how to broach this subject. He may have only done so in a flailing desperation maneuver to stop peering at Indira's increasingly Grimm-like appearance. Offering a grunt, Malcolm eventually comes up with the helpful, "You're quite the team?"

"Wait- what? God No! Did you hit your head in that landing?" Griffin asks as they enter the bulkhead. "If so- we're doomed."

"Rick is a very capable security specialist. He surprises me often. I'm afraid I do not contribute much," Indira admits softly, but she doesn't seem afraid of Breach overhearing.

Indira looks towards the atmospheric rention field and the stars beyond, still trying to figure out something concerning Malcolm's earlier questions about the space station. "Cloaking technology...red weapons discharge...comms jamming. I don't think I am familiar with any race in the Republic with ships like that. But it could be why an attack wasn't detected. "

"Alright, I'd say we've left a hell of a surprise for anyone trying to get to this ship that isn't us. Or I guess us too if we aren't careful" Griffin says grabbing a couple of glowsticks from an overhead compartment and starts putting it in a black bag. "What's next?

"Alright, I'd say we've left a hell of a surprise for anyone trying to get to this ship that isn't us. Or I guess us too if we aren't careful" Griffin says grabbing a couple of glowsticks from an overhead compartment and starts putting it in a black bag. "What's next?" He asks the others. *

"It would've healed by now," grumbles Breach. He climbs aboard the ship proper and eyeballs Indira and Malcolm from behind his orange visor, grunting as he contemplates what they're talking about for a few moments. Eventually, Breach's head swivels toward the back and he inquires, presumably of Malcolm, "How's Ms. Wyndell doing? You checked on her recently?"

Malcolm shrugs at Indira. He opines, "Somebody should've detected something. Energy weapons in space is like the earliest of warning systems." Shifting his attention toward the conquering demolitionists, Malcolm cheerily comments, "Hey. You two survived. That's a good sign."

"Then hopefully Starguard Ground Control knows of our emergency." Indira looks to Griffin and Rick with a solemn expression. "There are still civilians on the station. If the station has been boarded by those who attacked us, they could be in danger."

"We did survive, thanks for noticing." Griffin says with a thumbs up. He tries to shake the willies from that half-assed boob-trapery.

"If there are civies inside, we've gotta go and try to save them." Griffin says to Indira. "We've got no time to wait for backup. I say we hit them hard and hit them fast."

"Which is why we set up a perimeter," agrees Malcolm. He nods his head in Griffin's direction, apparently wholly in support of you guys risking your butts to save the civilian contractors. Malcolm will just stay with the ship and Violet and make sure that there's still an escape route for everyone* when you heroes are done fooling around in the depths of the space station.

Breach settles heavily on a chair by the airlock, head swiveling to and fro as he considers things. Eventually, with a grunt, Breach intones to Indira, "You're going to make me regret taking you along as navigator, aren't you?"


 * Everyone may mean 'Malcolm and Violet, survivors of a horrible act of space piracy'.