Nice, I'm really liking the microgravity mma. Very nice slice of life stuff.
Thanks. It is something I really like to think about. What a change that would be.
09/01/3046Nebula hulk #45-2778-AA drifted soundless living between a world of light and shadow as it orbited the icy moon of Togura VIIc. Like a bloated yet reverse tick the Burro Salvage Tug
OAS Reclaimer 4's attached itself to the hulk providing essential utilities and life for the salvage teams.
Traveling across metal cables crisscrossing the fuselage Franklin kept his hands on the reel controls of his OHM Sutākurīchā. A readout assured him that the cable's tension on the electronically actuated reel was within safety limits. The headset built into his helmet's softcap buzzed to life.
“Beats zipping on our own.”He looked through his helmet at the Sutak's display showing a trio of secured Bosos in their shiny new engineering space suits which had arrived with them last week. His own was modded with everything precisely where he wanted it.
“You can go much faster in that suit than using a Sutak. ESS suits have their own transfer reel.”
“I'm good. Only done a few EVAs at academy. Still getting used to it.”
“I'll get you if you fall off.”
“Which I appreciate, but would not like to test.”
“The most hazardous part is the initial cable coil. Which the Outworlders have politely done for us.”
“Just how did the UOC start before you showed up a month ago? Aren't they using your salvage credentials?”
“Rogan tapped me to file the paperwork for Port Authority bureaucrats after the UOC won Stellar Trek's auction. He and I go back a long time.”
“Do you think the Jiris know we are here?”
“Don't know. I do know that at least we will see them coming if they find out.”They reached the work zone where thin armor sheets shaped to repair the docking collar were stacked atop a cable sledge. The Sutak's arms held the heavy objects into position carefully welding them to the frame.
His student's watched carefully as the exoskeleton's tools switched through a revolving arrangement until the plasma welding torch lit up. Bright white sparks illuminated the ESS and darkened collar junction. In the enclosed but unsealed cockpit Franklin watched filtered video on the display as he moved his suit's waldos, which were slaved to the exoskeleton's.
“How did you get that good?”
“Practice.
A Sutak is just a very tiny IndustrialMech that runs on batteries, really big batteries, the kind that run a Support PPC.
I even have a small neural band built into my soft-cap controlling the RCS thrusters just like a gyro.”
“Can't wait to see what you can do with that Komodo.”
“Me too. To bad it doesn't have any space for re-mass or I'd practice with it more. I've only utilized the internal simulator and tutorial. At least it looks pretty handsome in the Mech Bay.
Once you get the hang of the suit in micro-gravity I'll let you float around in it for a shift.”A text alert from Captain Rogan appeared on their HUD's.
'Everyone inside. Meeting in Galley. Danger approaching.'“What could that be for?”
“I don't know but if the Captain wants in then we should go. Secure the sledge and clip on to me.”Franklin, Arrow, Esper, and the others finished up leaving the Sutak and their work in one of the small craft bays next to the damaged docking collar. Their helmets were secured in satchels to keep them safe and secure while clipped to the suit's harness. The back pack's outer surface was left bare as users couldn't reach back that far and to provide mounting for thruster packs. A variety of electric and mechanical tools, D-rings, carabiners, cable reels, and no fewer than three straps for security while conducting spacewalks. All of which floated around them as they translated through the white textile covered transfer tunnel and into the Reclaimer.
With slightly more than 50 active spacers even the expanded mess deck of the Reclaimer could barely accommodate them. Tan and gray jump-suited spacers held onto the cargo net beneath them as the room grew increasingly hot. Captain Rogan stood in front of the display screen steadying himself on the net below.
“Twenty minutes ago we spotted and hailed this.” On the screen a stock image of a DragonStar in PAST livery appeared.
“At least that is what they said they are when they requested Mr Sakamoto. Unfortunately they were not broadcasting a beacon signal until after we hailed them.”All eyes moved to Franklin.
“PAST is totally by the book they would have broadcast their beacon proudly and put an administrative lock on this ship. They wouldn't try to sneak up on us.”
“I surmised as much considering how much paperwork I have to submit to the Port Authority. Sneaking up on a regular freighter might work but this ship is an Outworlds flagged vessel with better sensors and crew. We caught them with time to spare and surprise on our side.”A holographic display marking Togura VIIc, the Reclaimer, 45-2778-AA, surrounding objects, and PAST-3046-876's present trajectory and velocity appeared before them.
“Although time is short. At their present deceleration we expect they will be upon us with two or three hours. Too fast to request a DCA vessel to intercept.”Esper, the youngest and one of the few girls on Franklin's crew looked scared although she was quickly reassured by Jerri.
“We don't have any weapons. What will we do?”Rogan and Franklin laughed slightly alongside Shan, Tuyen, and the other Outworld officers. Franklin was first to regain his composure.
“Its only their first salvage op Rogan.
Esper open the cam beneath your feet. Uni-key-D.”She withdrew one of the universal keys that every member of the crew carried for maintenance purposes although D was not commonly used. Inside the void space 'below' the galley were a few polymer boxes marked with the Alliance Defenders Limited logo. Captain Rogan attached the ADL-45 extended cylinder revolver to a holster on his ESS's chest-plate next to the spacer standard 'buster' multi-tool. “
Grab a box and a drink then meet us Cargo A. Ten minutes.”