The ship had been left adrift in space, the engines having been hammered into submission by the weapons of the Tinnel IV defence forces. It hadn’t been a hard space fight since the ship had mostly been out of control – no shots had been returned by the transport and the only transmission that had been received from the ship had been the captain’s final log, giving a warning about how the ship was out of control and it’s cargo.
Said captain had not managed to mention what the ‘grave threat’ was before the transmission was disconnected.
As their ship moved up to the side of the transport, Carrick made sure to double check the full-body environment suit he had equipped himself with. While the Mandalorians on the ship with him were, by default, fully armoured up, he wasn’t. And in a Galaxy where there was literally a zombie plague ravaging most of known space?
Having a fully secured suit and helmet was a must.
Himself and the two Mandalorians were the only people on the small shuttle as it approached the transport under his guidance. Parking up against the hull of the ship, Carrick spoke up as the ships were connected by a docking ring.
“Alright – nobody plays the Hero.” He commanded bluntly, “Nobody goes anywhere alone. We do NOT split up for any reason; we have no idea what the threat on board the ship was and I will not have any of us facing it alone.”
He drew his rather plain, undercoated, lightsaber in his right hand.
“Arm up and we’ll head onto the other ship when you’re ready.”
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