Elkras had no sooner knelt down next to the port engine, multitool in hand, when a shot flashed by the front of the Comet. "What the--? Hey!" Elkras hurried back to the cockpit, shaking a fist in indignance at the ISC frigate as the request was made again to transmit his codes. Behind him, Captain Archer beat a hasty retreat back to the Bravebird; Elkras wanted to protest, but he'd have done the same if their positions had been reversed... heck, he probably would've left as soon as the Ranger outed himself.
Regardless, the situation had gone from bad to worse. Bravebird's retreat meant that the next shot could blow him to smithereens without collateral damage, and the frigate, vastly superior in firepower even if the Comet was fully functional, was not playing around. Even the Ranger seemed taken aback by the sudden escalation, and the voice of Yuuta Graves broke through Elkras' thoughts.
The smuggler's reply was laced with resentment, although his frustrations weren't directed specifically at the Ranger. "Seems like he's a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of guy. No wonder nobody likes the ISC..." Elkras closed the comm channel and paced towards the back of the ship. Thanks to Bravebird's power transfer, he had at least two hours of emergency power left with which to fix the engine. What he didn't have was time, and the hairs on the back of his neck tingled as the threat of a follow-up shot weighed on his mind.
"Kark!" The sound of fist on metal echoed through the freighter as Elkras struck the port engine with his fist in frustration, turning back towards the cockpit with the intent to give Souther a piece of his mind. But to his surprise, the engine spluttered and hummed to life. He thought about doing the same to the starboard engine, but he didn't trust the Captain Souther to wait patiently. One engine would have to be enough.
Returning to the cockpit, Elkras opened a public channel so that Bravebird and Death Painting could also hear the conversation. Lights flickered on as the port engine restored most systems, and Elkras was careful not to divert any power to the weapons or shields; no sense in giving the Carrick an excuse to space him. Besides, that power was discretely being funneled to the hyperdrive, and his navicomputer began plotting a short hyperspace jump as Elkras cleared his throat.
"Captain Southern, you're not going to believe this" he said, making every syllable ring with earnest charm- one of the many skills he'd honed while growing up on the streets of Nar Shadda. "But the transponder is, unfortunately, not functioning. I've got my codes here, but we're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. Do you have something to write with? Six... nine... four... two... zero..." The identification code for Starskipper was slowly relayed as Elkras kept an eye on the navicomputer.
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Regardless, the situation had gone from bad to worse. Bravebird's retreat meant that the next shot could blow him to smithereens without collateral damage, and the frigate, vastly superior in firepower even if the Comet was fully functional, was not playing around. Even the Ranger seemed taken aback by the sudden escalation, and the voice of Yuuta Graves broke through Elkras' thoughts.
The smuggler's reply was laced with resentment, although his frustrations weren't directed specifically at the Ranger. "Seems like he's a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of guy. No wonder nobody likes the ISC..." Elkras closed the comm channel and paced towards the back of the ship. Thanks to Bravebird's power transfer, he had at least two hours of emergency power left with which to fix the engine. What he didn't have was time, and the hairs on the back of his neck tingled as the threat of a follow-up shot weighed on his mind.
"Kark!" The sound of fist on metal echoed through the freighter as Elkras struck the port engine with his fist in frustration, turning back towards the cockpit with the intent to give Souther a piece of his mind. But to his surprise, the engine spluttered and hummed to life. He thought about doing the same to the starboard engine, but he didn't trust the Captain Souther to wait patiently. One engine would have to be enough.
Returning to the cockpit, Elkras opened a public channel so that Bravebird and Death Painting could also hear the conversation. Lights flickered on as the port engine restored most systems, and Elkras was careful not to divert any power to the weapons or shields; no sense in giving the Carrick an excuse to space him. Besides, that power was discretely being funneled to the hyperdrive, and his navicomputer began plotting a short hyperspace jump as Elkras cleared his throat.
"Captain Southern, you're not going to believe this" he said, making every syllable ring with earnest charm- one of the many skills he'd honed while growing up on the streets of Nar Shadda. "But the transponder is, unfortunately, not functioning. I've got my codes here, but we're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. Do you have something to write with? Six... nine... four... two... zero..." The identification code for Starskipper was slowly relayed as Elkras kept an eye on the navicomputer.
@Forsythe Crowholde @The Good Doctor @Nor'baal