Sweet Tits On Jebus

Posted on Saturday December 20th, 2025 @ 11:14am by Ensign Cormac MacArthur & Ensign Angel Evercrest

1,205 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Chapter 1: Into the Unknown
Location: ORBIT OF DAVA 4
Timeline: 241208.31

Cormac managed to at least get emergency power back to his fighter. It was pretty beat up but functional. As he flipped the main switch, sparks flew from the console, "Fuck me!" he said as he threw his hands up to his face to protect it. He reached down and flipped the main breaker and killed all but the emergency power. His other hand reached to his combadge, =/\= Trafalgar reaching out to fighter group, anyone out there?" =/\=

Angel clutched his head from where it bumped the cabin from the chaos. It did not seem like blood was there but man he was going to feel that in the morning. Attack civilians all because they didn't like your ideas. The federation was never like that. Well from what he could see out his window didn't matter now. Ships power on back up, dead in the water with little to no control, command ship not in sight and somewhere between friend and foe space. =/\= This is Angel Evercrest of the 165th fighter detachment I hear you. Any clue what the situation is. =/\=

Cormac sighed, "Thank God." =/\= Cormac here, I am currently spinning out of control. Thrusters are damaged I think or at least have no power. I can see Normandy has a glow around it. I think she is being tractored down to the planet. Any sign of the Titan?=/\=

Arlaena was never so glad for that prehensile tail as she was when she came under attack. It kept her locked to her navigation couch when the fighter shook or tumbled. Oh, she could feel the strain on the appendage as it fought to keep her steady. And it was only feline reflexes that kept her from slamming her head into the flight console a couple of times.

She had been trying to give cover to some of the other fighters, which of course meant that hers had taken quite a beating. She was operating on half power with no weapons and damned near no shields. She was in the process of trying to coax her scanners to locate the other fighters when she heard the messages over the comms. She activated her comms.

=/\= Arlaena here. =/\= She finally managed to beat her scanner console into giving her some readings. =/\= I see you, Cormac. I'll try to catch you with my grappler. =/\= That was really, really old technology, but she liked to have it on her fighter just in case... a very good thing this time.

Her craft turned, but it was sluggish. Well, sluggish for this fighter. She could feel it straining to comply with what she asked of it, but it did... slowly. Now she could see the other fighter and made her way toward it. When she got in range, she fired the grappler. That first try missed, and she was forced to circle back and try again. This time, it caught the other fighter by one of its struts. Relieved but still cautious, she began to gradually slow her craft, slowly pulling the other to a stop with her.

Cormac heard the message and watched the other craft approach even though the ship was spinning and fire the rounds until he was caught. With Inertial dampers low, he felt his body pull to the side of the craft as it slowed it's radical trajectory. =/\= Thank you. Angel, how you holding up there bud?=/\= he asked as he looked around his cockpit to see the Titan or Angel at least.

Angel was doing a systems check as he watched out the widow the slow lazy dance of the two ships as they settled. His PDA read out shown with his report as the call came in. =/\= Angel here ship shows blown circuits across the hall, Damage to the main engine, life support on minimal out put, and shields are down to 10%.=/\= Angel then got a good look at their fighters and stiffened as he scanned the area. He was not on home turf and those were not his fighter squad. The blasts must have thrown him out on these guys' side of the wormhole and in turn an enemy ship to them. =/\= If i may ask one thing please. Take me hostage and don't kill me. I really didn't side with the commander's orders and all. You guys didn't deserve that treatment. =/\= Angel stopped talking as he feared he was just digging a deeper grave at this point.

Arlaena let out a small sigh of relief as Cormac's fighter came to a stop with hers. =/\= You still got life support, Cormac? =/\= she asked. =/\= I can't scan your systems. =/\=

She then turned her attention to the other fighter. It was not one of theirs. "Sshrral..." she hissed softly to herself. Then the message processed, and she frowned. It could be true, but it could also be a ploy. Or she could just be being paranoid; she was from Filra, after all. treachery was... normal. Hell, she'd committed a bit of it herself to escape Filra. Could they trust this person? She wished that she could get his scent; that told her so much. But for now, all she had was his voice. It sounded sincere, but...

Switching her comm to a private channel so that only Cormac would hear her, she spoke. =/\= Cormac, please switch your comm to this channel temporarily. =/\=

Cormac nodded to no one other than the air in his cabin and followed by switching channels, =/\= Go for Cormie.=/\=

Arlaena smiled to herself. That was a cute modification of his name. It was not one she had used, but it made her smile nonetheless. =/\= I would like your opinion on this. Should we trust him? =/\= She frowned even though he would not see it. =/\= I ask because I realize that I might just be being paranoid given not only recent history but also where I came from. =/\=

=/\= Not sure. I thought he was with us.=/\= Cormac said

Suddenly, the entry of the Normandy was disturbed as it progressed forward into the atmosphere. The trajectory was wrong and as such the vessel began to burn up at a high rate of speed. A few seconds later, several pods shot from the vessel, escaping it and the tractor beam. One was on course for the jungle below, while others were headed for the sea.

While they discussed the other fighter, Arlaena kept her eyes on her scanners -- such as they were -- and her viewport. True, the viewport wasn't offering much of a view, turned as she was away from the planet. But she thought she'd seen something, a blip, on her scanner. =/\= Did you see anything just now? I thought I saw a blip on my scanners that wasn't the Normandy. =/\= She wasn't discarding the ship itself; she had just realized that there was nothing she could do about it and had, therefore, relegated it to a part of her mind for later processing.

Before Cormac could answer her, she was pulled in by yet another alien beam, this time to the south of the planet's poles.

Cormacs hand went to the window and pressed his hand to it and lowered his head in silent prayer.

 

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