- Joined
- Sep 12, 2009
- Location
- Too far south
For months, the simple merchant ship Psallo had been allowed to travel in peace, under the protection of local laws and security surrounding the small planetary system. They ran simple trade, mostly shipping exotic foods or plants from one section to another, without fear of retaliation.
The attack, then, came as a shock. They were shipping a particularly rare mineral across the border of two small systems when the larger ship attacked. Their vessel wasn't equipped to fight off the attack, and within an hour of the first fire, their ship was boarded, and the mineral stolen. They left Psallo drifting in space, their engines down, and life support failing. Frantically the crew struggled to keep as many alive as possible, to wait until rescue.
They shut down power on one deck, then another, trying to rush as many survivors as possible to decks they could hold power in... But slowly the levels were lost, and the struggle to save lives was failing. Reserve power failed, and the two who managed to make it to sickbay huddled behind the shield of the young white witch, Teyha, in her desperate attempt to extend their existence.
"There's a ship approaching." Kaura whispered, her eyes locked onto one of the few working peices of equipment in the room.
Teyha moved to kneel next to the Elf, her eyes locked onto the shield, their last bit of defense. "How long?" She asked quietly, unable to make heads or tails of the complex gibberish that ran across the screen.
"A few minutes... If they don't pass right by us." Kaura whispered back.
"How can we attract their notice?" Teyha asked softly, and Kaura just shook her head. With little to no power... They just had to wait and hope.
The attack, then, came as a shock. They were shipping a particularly rare mineral across the border of two small systems when the larger ship attacked. Their vessel wasn't equipped to fight off the attack, and within an hour of the first fire, their ship was boarded, and the mineral stolen. They left Psallo drifting in space, their engines down, and life support failing. Frantically the crew struggled to keep as many alive as possible, to wait until rescue.
They shut down power on one deck, then another, trying to rush as many survivors as possible to decks they could hold power in... But slowly the levels were lost, and the struggle to save lives was failing. Reserve power failed, and the two who managed to make it to sickbay huddled behind the shield of the young white witch, Teyha, in her desperate attempt to extend their existence.
"There's a ship approaching." Kaura whispered, her eyes locked onto one of the few working peices of equipment in the room.
Teyha moved to kneel next to the Elf, her eyes locked onto the shield, their last bit of defense. "How long?" She asked quietly, unable to make heads or tails of the complex gibberish that ran across the screen.
"A few minutes... If they don't pass right by us." Kaura whispered back.
"How can we attract their notice?" Teyha asked softly, and Kaura just shook her head. With little to no power... They just had to wait and hope.