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- Horror and Fantasy are my bread and butter. Mecha/Military is a favorite snack of mine.
Most of their company had returned, but there was one team remaining on mission, and most distressingly one team still lost. While the others have their debriefing sessions, the lady Doctor was at the console of her TARDIS searching for them. After this debacle, Thirteen had decided every team leaving the ship needed a beacon to better locate them in case of emergency.
A signal, in this universe, was the first to be picked up.
"This is the Glory of Cato Nemoidia hailing on all frequencies! Please assist at these coordinates!" a deep male voice in distress repeated on a loop. Attempting to send a message back to the origin yielded nothing even as the signal kept repeating.
The Doctor had asked for volunteers to remain on the Pathfinder, and go to investigate this signal. The showing of support was not overwhelming, but considerable given who did volunteer. The Doctor herself would not be joining them, wanting to keep scanning for their lost crew members.
The Pathfinder comes out of hyperspace at the signal source. A white sun shines onto the only other vessel in this otherwise empty stretch of this galaxy.
"We are reading minimal energy readings, no life readings." says Bren, the acting Captain of the Pathfinder with Markha gone on another mission.
"Considering the size, the thickness of the hull may be blocking our instruments." offers one of the flight crew from her station.
"The Doctor tasked us with investigation and rescue if possible. I calculate a ninety-eight point seventy percent chance rescue is possible." Thea states beside Bren. Her repairs with The Doctors and Flynn had taken some time, but yielded a perfect restoration from tissue layer to programming. Thea has taken on a matte grey set of armor from the Armory that was light, but protected vital areas with composite metal alloy plates.
"A ship that size would need a large crew. Unless it's got some automation." says another officer.
"Even if the crew is lost, it could be a new base for our coalition. We are running low on living space as far as the ship is concerned." Bren presses a few buttons and the image of the large vessel is magnified to one of the hangar bays, the one shut closed by a metal door. There are scour marks from collisions with small debris, and a hole in the closed wing that had been sealed off in some manner.
"Enter through the open hangar. We will rescue any survivors, or determine the viability of this vessel as a new base." Thea tells the crew and addresses the assembled boarding party near the bridge entrance.
"Boarding party. Our mission. Rescue survivors, or finding none, determine the viability of the vessel for a new base. To the hangar." Thea leaves the command bridge swiftly. Thea has not been given authority in absence of other commanders in their loose command structure, but none of the flight crew were inclined to disagree with her instructions.
The Pathfinder flies to the open hangar, finding it has an active but weak shield it passes through easily. It lands and the boarding ramp on the starboard side of the ship opens.
"Wait here." Thea tells the others and steps past the shielded entry. She has taken a pod weapon, and a pack of medical supplies.
"Life support systems are operational. Oxygen, ambient temperature of sixty degrees fahrenheit or fifteen point five-five five-six celsius." Thea waves for the others to follow. The hangar they have entered is dark, lit only by the limited light from the distant sun coming through the hangar door.
Before them is a miles long hangar bay, the ceiling miles higher than the top of the Pathfinder. On the right side they see first dozens of rows of robots that would be familiar to some, standing in place or on the hangar floor in various pieces. Past them are rows of tanks, then more but different tanks, and past those taller spider-like things.
On the left of the hangar are seven large vessels side-by-side with wings longer than the Pathfinder and front bays open, showing their dark cavernous interiors.
"This is a war vessel." Thea looks around at the small army directly in front of them, and yet there is still much more of this wing of the ship the light does not touch fully. "I do not recognize any of these vehicles make or model. An army from another universe."
A signal, in this universe, was the first to be picked up.
"This is the Glory of Cato Nemoidia hailing on all frequencies! Please assist at these coordinates!" a deep male voice in distress repeated on a loop. Attempting to send a message back to the origin yielded nothing even as the signal kept repeating.
The Doctor had asked for volunteers to remain on the Pathfinder, and go to investigate this signal. The showing of support was not overwhelming, but considerable given who did volunteer. The Doctor herself would not be joining them, wanting to keep scanning for their lost crew members.
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The Pathfinder comes out of hyperspace at the signal source. A white sun shines onto the only other vessel in this otherwise empty stretch of this galaxy.
"We are reading minimal energy readings, no life readings." says Bren, the acting Captain of the Pathfinder with Markha gone on another mission.
"Considering the size, the thickness of the hull may be blocking our instruments." offers one of the flight crew from her station.
"The Doctor tasked us with investigation and rescue if possible. I calculate a ninety-eight point seventy percent chance rescue is possible." Thea states beside Bren. Her repairs with The Doctors and Flynn had taken some time, but yielded a perfect restoration from tissue layer to programming. Thea has taken on a matte grey set of armor from the Armory that was light, but protected vital areas with composite metal alloy plates.
"A ship that size would need a large crew. Unless it's got some automation." says another officer.
"Even if the crew is lost, it could be a new base for our coalition. We are running low on living space as far as the ship is concerned." Bren presses a few buttons and the image of the large vessel is magnified to one of the hangar bays, the one shut closed by a metal door. There are scour marks from collisions with small debris, and a hole in the closed wing that had been sealed off in some manner.
"Enter through the open hangar. We will rescue any survivors, or determine the viability of this vessel as a new base." Thea tells the crew and addresses the assembled boarding party near the bridge entrance.
"Boarding party. Our mission. Rescue survivors, or finding none, determine the viability of the vessel for a new base. To the hangar." Thea leaves the command bridge swiftly. Thea has not been given authority in absence of other commanders in their loose command structure, but none of the flight crew were inclined to disagree with her instructions.
\_O_/
The Pathfinder flies to the open hangar, finding it has an active but weak shield it passes through easily. It lands and the boarding ramp on the starboard side of the ship opens.
"Wait here." Thea tells the others and steps past the shielded entry. She has taken a pod weapon, and a pack of medical supplies.
"Life support systems are operational. Oxygen, ambient temperature of sixty degrees fahrenheit or fifteen point five-five five-six celsius." Thea waves for the others to follow. The hangar they have entered is dark, lit only by the limited light from the distant sun coming through the hangar door.
Before them is a miles long hangar bay, the ceiling miles higher than the top of the Pathfinder. On the right side they see first dozens of rows of robots that would be familiar to some, standing in place or on the hangar floor in various pieces. Past them are rows of tanks, then more but different tanks, and past those taller spider-like things.
On the left of the hangar are seven large vessels side-by-side with wings longer than the Pathfinder and front bays open, showing their dark cavernous interiors.
"This is a war vessel." Thea looks around at the small army directly in front of them, and yet there is still much more of this wing of the ship the light does not touch fully. "I do not recognize any of these vehicles make or model. An army from another universe."