Log:Space Team, Scene 8

Space Team 2015/09/04 Breach Griffin Quiet

8

"Our ship is operational. Comms are jammed, according to our pilot," comments Breach to Quiet. He rolls his shoulders a little bit, head swiveling between addressing Quiet and silently trying to bore holes into Indira's head with his terrible Surgical Vision. "We have someone who's mapped out much of the station. You can protect Violet while /VERY/," the word 'very' is capitalized and drawn so that it is visibly dripping with what appears to be cholesterol and sugar in lieu of a physical manifestation of sarcasm, "Special Agent Gibbs of Starguard."

Griffin nods in agreement with Breach's decision from the dark and spooky corridor door. He says nothing though. 'Ah the burdens of command.' He thinks and smirks to himself.

Indira flinches at the sarcasm that feels like an ice pick in her mind. "I do not understand your hostility to Very Special--" She snaps her mouth shut. Now he's got her doing it. "Special Agent Gibbs," she omits the Very, since it was asked of her earlier. And was a mistake originally. She looks back at the ship in thought. "I am responsible for Violet. Very well...I shall remain with the ship," she says reluctantly.

Quiet nods to breach and taps out her response. THE AGENT BETTER BE VERY SPECIAL. THAT IS OUR ONLY TRANSPORT. She pauses to regard Indira a moment. WE SHOULD RETURN TO OPERATIONS. IF WE CAN'T SECURE THE STATION, WE NEED TO EVACUATE THE CREW.

She lowers her arm to shoulder her weapon again.

Breach fails to offer an explanation, although the words 'pretty boy' and 'hot shot' do a lot of floating around in his thought bubbles. He merely shrugs at Indira, then looks over at Quiet and momentarily considers the silent merc's words. Pursing his lips, Breach inquires, "Do you need the Ambassador for anything in Ops? Passcodes or anything of the sort?"

Quiet's faceplate pans to regard Indira briefly before she rapidly taps out a response. IF SHE IS FAMILIAR WITH THE STATION TECH OR LANGUAGE, SHE COULD ASSIST IN DAMAGE CONTROL OR COMMS. OTHERWISE, THE AREA IS SECURE. SHE WOULD BE AS SAFE THERE AS ON THE SHUTTLE.

Griffin pokes his head back through the open doorway. He looks at the others, then returns to waiting patiently to be pointman on his first space mission. He keeps his gun hoisted and his eyeline straight down his ironsights.

Griffin hears creaking far down the hallway, probably around a corner. Maybe it's, uhhh. Pipes settling. Yeah. Probably that. Starports have those, right?'

Griffin swears he heard something down the hallway. He thinks. "Ummm guys..." He starts very quietly but then second guesses himself.

"My concern is with the Ambassador and her personal assistant's safety," comments Breach. He looks over at Indira and then back at Quiet, "But you seem to have given her an out to accompany us instead of remaining in a secured environment. I imagine my objections will be useless."

Indira thinks quietly for a moment. "If your concern is with me, having me with you will be a distraction from saving the others on this ship," she reasons. "I...will stay with the shuttle."

Quiet merely stated viable options. Where the Ambassador feels more secure is up to the Ambassador. Her attention now focuses on the corridor, as they've been out here in the open for some time.

"Hopefully we can restore comms so you can communicate with us," remarks Breach to Indira. He frowns slightly as Griffin and Quiet both redirect their attention toward the corridor whence Quiet must have emerged. Breach shifts a hand to the butt of his particle revolver as he comments, "I think it's time for you to seal the bay door, ma'am," to Indira in a serious tone of voice.

Indira nods softly. "I will wait for your return." Her gaze turns to Breach. "Be safe," she says softly. Then she looks over to the others. "All of you. Good fortune." She waits for them to go to the other side of the door, into the darkened hallways, as she stands by the security panel.

Quiet nods sidelong to Indira before sparing her left hand to wave the others over. It is not a casual wave, but a curt, controlled signal, followed by pointing of hand ahead of her in another practiced gesture. She points to Breach, two fingers to her faceplate where her eyes are assumed to be, then up and down to overhead and the deckplates. A similar gesture follows to Griffin, though following the eyes, she directs his focus rearward to their indicated direction of travel. She then begins to move.

Breach crosses the threshhold into the darkened ruins of the space station proper, pulling his particle revolver from its holster at his hip. He keeps one thumb resting on the hammer as both hands grip the gun, nodding in understanding to Quiet's hand signs. Military coordination at its best. The Undead Soldier moves into position and sweeps his gaze and the revolver around as he surveys the darkened overhead.

Griffin nods and heads straight down the dark corridor. Though to Griffin, the hallway is bright enough to see down, just very bland and bluish. The only real diviation in color being his PIP Infrared screen and the various data on his HUD. He sweeps his gun from side to side as he moves, his eyes following along in perfect sync. He's taken a shine to playing pointman. Plus these Starguard edition coveralls aren't his- he won't have to foot the bill the inevitably get shredded, or burned, or otherwise ruined.

"Just like the raids of old..." He thinks to himself.

Indira watches the soldiers step forth into the darkness, her expression gentle and worried. Once they're through, she presses a button on the pad and the heavy, foot-thick door slides down and shuts with a heavy clunk before locks can be heard tumbling into place.

And so the moveable feast gets underway. Quiet scans the corridor, herself, also making use of nightvision. The gain on her motion sensors is also adjusted, just in case.

The emergency lights in the hallway in this section are still at least partially functional. It's dim, but there's still light. The damaged starport is full of creaking, groaning metal and the echoing footsteps of the soldiers.

Quiet leads the trio along the slightly curving corridor. They're in the outer ring of the station, with the outer wall to their right. This is why, when they reach a T junction, Quiet quickly scans to her left, then motions others on when its clear. So far, so good.

The so good only continues for so long, however. After passing a cross-junction (which Quiet also clears to either side), the next junction up ahead is completely dark. Not knowing who has alternate vision and who doesn't, Quiet lifts her left arm, fist closed to call a quick halt.

Breach continues to proceed apace, following the others as he sweeps his attention over the overhead areas of the hallway. His particle revolver sweeps along with his gaze, the hall tinged in impossible shades of green and blue as he surveys where they've already been. The sound of silence compels Breach to stop in his tracks, tipping his head to peer over his shoulder toward Quiet and Griffin. Little more than an inquisitive grunt escapes Breach as he waits for further instructions.