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Stamp: Rapiers-17-Sentry««
»Entry 1
Carrier Hades; ...somewhere in the Flores Cloud, Tau-39;
Engineering, Deck eleven.
The sound of torches blast trough the open hall as a team of engineers are fixing the broken wing of a Nyx fighter. "Oi, Helen, bring in that spare cable, will ya?" - a man shouts as he dives his head under the ship's plating. Meanwhile, the chief frowns worried and looks at a door as if he's expecting someone to come. His expectation is soon met as the door opens and a man in a dark-blue flight suit comes in, obviously one of the Rapiers. "I assume my bird will be up and running soon, chief?" - he asks on a lax tone. "Sir! I'm sorry but it'll take at least 2 more hours. Those particle blasts ripped all the conduits in the left wing." "Alright then... but don't make it longer!"
70 minutes later -- Bridge, Deck one.
"... as i was saying, if you folks do pull this up, it'd be wonderful. I'm sure you can imagine the development implications..." - a technician finished explaining. The agent, who was walking by his side as they were entering the bridge, nodded to confirm. "Ah, Sentry, you're here!" - the captain exclaimed. "How are the preparations going?" "My ship's still on the ground. Aside from that, we're ready to go." - he responds firmly. After this, he hands the captain a data-slate. "Our initial route is as presented here. We'll be out of direct comm. contact after O-Lambda, but we've already ensured that our hosts will be showing us around."
Data Slate - File C-05 Wrote:Copy #4 of registered Communications from secured channel 104-002; Additional data in File C-06.
Launch time - Hangar Bay three.
After warming up the engines, Sentry takes a peak at the left wing of his Nyx, sighing in confidence, then looks straight forward and engages his impulse speed. Three seconds later he's within the Flores cloud, with the Hades behind him and more importantly, with four more Nyxes around him. Sage, Sicarius, Sempiternal and Gladius, all of them "Rapiers". "Good hunting, Colonials!" - the captain's voice boomed into their helmets.
With no words, they all enter formation and engage their cruise engines, starting off towards T-37.