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Re: TPD Station Brilliance
As he stepped out of his ship and walked over to Maria's ship, he saw a Garik lingering about, staring up at The Shining Star with uncertainty. He was dressed in a plain white coat reaching down past his knees, high black boots poking out underneath them. His hands were covered in white gloves, extending up under the coat's sleeves. Finally, his head was protected by an almost gas-mask like getup, the ocular models glowing green over plain steel and black synth-weave. "Can I help you," Fletch asked, his hand resting casually on a large pouch of his tool belt. The Garik turned towards him, tilting his head for a moment. "Indeed you can," he said, his voice heavily accented, much more so than Nadia's. "My name is Vlado Brrtak, and I ordered to appearr here with as many medical supplies as I can carrry." Fletch stopped to look him up and down for a moment. "Right, you're the combat medic that Maria requested. Just a moment, I'll send her out." Walking up the ramp, he called out. "Maria! Your combat medic's here. I'll be in the engine room."
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"Concordance, this is Nadia. I'm transferring you the coordinates. I'll give everybody the signal once we're ready to start." Not a second later, Caitlin would receive a set of coordinates on the very edge of Alliance territory.
Fletch caught himself and shook his head. "Just mood swings. I get those occasionally. So, FTL drive? Maybe something shook loose when you came out at some point. That happens with older ships now and then, might cause an overload into the engine. Forcing a shutdown. I'll take a look at it." Fletch turned to leave, but stopped last second, remembering to send Maria the music files she requested and doing so with the press of a few buttons.Maria blinked at the sudden burst of laughter over the comm, "You ok?" she queried. When he announced his affirmative, she went on, "Looks like its the FTL drive. I dunno why it would stop dead in the water like that, though..."
As he stepped out of his ship and walked over to Maria's ship, he saw a Garik lingering about, staring up at The Shining Star with uncertainty. He was dressed in a plain white coat reaching down past his knees, high black boots poking out underneath them. His hands were covered in white gloves, extending up under the coat's sleeves. Finally, his head was protected by an almost gas-mask like getup, the ocular models glowing green over plain steel and black synth-weave. "Can I help you," Fletch asked, his hand resting casually on a large pouch of his tool belt. The Garik turned towards him, tilting his head for a moment. "Indeed you can," he said, his voice heavily accented, much more so than Nadia's. "My name is Vlado Brrtak, and I ordered to appearr here with as many medical supplies as I can carrry." Fletch stopped to look him up and down for a moment. "Right, you're the combat medic that Maria requested. Just a moment, I'll send her out." Walking up the ramp, he called out. "Maria! Your combat medic's here. I'll be in the engine room."
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"Concordance, this is Nadia. I'm transferring you the coordinates. I'll give everybody the signal once we're ready to start." Not a second later, Caitlin would receive a set of coordinates on the very edge of Alliance territory.