Restless Recovery

[Burkhart Kelborn]

Location: Bakura, G-16
Time: N/A
Participants: @Brianna Saxon , @Burkhart Kelborn
Theme: The Wolf ♣ Foxworth Hall
OOC: This is the 'aftermath' thread for a hyperdrive mishap that occurred in this thread (associated OOC). The thread will be completed by using dice in this thread.

Burkhart's flask was empty. It had been carrying nearly a dozen ounces of high proof alcohol known as rotgut hwich had been more fit for degreasing engines than for drinking. But now he was out of it. The vector class shuttle they had been riding in was not home. The two mandalorians had been riding in it for five days now and the Morling was out of things to do. They had not a droid save for Burkhart's basilisk war droid. It was of no help for repairing the ship and the female cohort had not saw fit to stock the ship with a repair kit of any kind. All they had really for fixing things up was their wits and Burkhart's mahkey, which his pet name for his versatech cosmo wrench. Thankfully he had avoided berating Brianna for as long as he could have and instead had made an effort to repair the damaged shields that had been almost completely irrepairably overloaded by the intense fire they had recieved on Korriban.

Now the Alor of clan Kelborn had plenty of time to contemplate what to do after their venture. They had essentially ding dong ditched the whole Sith Empire. That much had been amusing to him though they had practically died doing it when their original purpose was to harass and damage the Sith Academy. Either way, it had distracted the Sith for a bit. Now there was the prospect of facing the Mand'alor on their return. That was the main reason he wanted a drink. That woman, Raz Solus, would probably slug him a few times for it. Truth be told he rightfully deserved it. He was more angry at himself than at Brianna. Burkhart should have made a leadership decision and chosen a different ship.

A chirp on the dashboard made him look up at the blueish tunnel of hyperspace before him. He sat up straight and wound down the controls to drop them out of transit. He was really hoping to see Contruum or one of the nearby systems. But he would soon find disappointment as he saw an utterly alien view. No familiar constellations, no celestial bodies that he could recall from his extensive experience as a spacer. He waited in silence, hopping his subconscious would pick up some sort of hint or familiarity but none would come. "Well fookin bend me ovah and call meh a tart. We're oop osik creek with barely a boat." He said to himself as he leaned back again into his seat.

@Loco @Algarus @Darasuum

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna sat in the co-pilot chair, the place she had been sitting in for much of the 5 day trip through hyperspace. Part of her was amazed that they were still alive, though another part of her was kicking herself for how stupid they had been in that 'attack'. Burkhart seemed to share her frustrations, as the shields of the shuttle hadn't fared well against the Sith interceptors; though at least they were alive. There were so many things they had done wrong, it was actually a miracle they were in one piece still. The last few days of rations had been enough to sustain them, but she was starting to be concerned of how little they had now. She could only imagine the uproar that would unfold once they got back. Burkhart was decently high in the ranks, a field marshal non the less, and he had a lowly little Marauder tagging along. She wondered how angry Raz would be, probably more at Burkhart than her, but she wasn't completely without blame here. That's what being young and eager will do to you. She kept quiet at the moment, hands clutching the her antique helmet. If nothing else, this was a hell of a learning experience. At least it would all be over soon. The chirp from the console indicated that they had arrived at their destination, causing Brianna to look up at the view port, eager to see Contruum again. When the pair exited the tunnel, unfortunately, no such luck was had.

Brianna had never seen the world before them, and the surrounding area gave no further indication of where in the hell they were. She looked to Burkhart, hoping he had seen this world before; he was far more experienced after all. Then he started swearing. Well that wasn't a good sign. Brianna's face crunched up in a scowl, as she checked the nav computer for coordinates and swore. "Son of a bitch, we went the complete opposite way!" Brianna gripped the sides of her head in frustration, as her body pressed against the chair. Burkhart was right, they were in deep shit now. Sighing, and trying to think of something more productive to do, she looked at Burkhart, hoping they could come up with some sort of plan.
@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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. "We doon't kno where we are. Cahn't really say if we undershot or overshot in any direction." He corrected as he tried thinking of what to do. He checked the fuel gauge and noted that it was low. Wherever they were he was certain they were not going to make it all the way back to Mandalore in this ship. They needed to find some civilized part of space that at least had a refueling station of some sort. Take on thing at a time and figure that out first. The ship's systems did not detect any hyperwave bouys which meant they were not going to get any direction that way. No astromech droid on board to piece together their galactic location either.

However after Burkhart did some scanning there were several systems nearby. The scans returned to say it had numerous planets with breathable atmospheres and were capable of supporting life. Still, that did not make things any better only not as immediately alarming. The Field Marshal had no intent of living out the rest of his days as some caste-away on a remote planet in the middle of unknown space.

Burkhart would have continuous scans running, hoping to find any sort of signal. He tried the communications on closed channels hoping that maybe a mandalorian response would come through. The Morling dared not send out an open channel distress call. That would be heard by any and all parties nearby. Eventually his scans provided feedback. There was something out there close to the nearest habitable planet. It was still a ways off and at the moment with the limited technology of the simple shuttle he would not be able to tell how many ships or what type they were. "See if ya cahn tell wots out thar, ay?" He told Brianna. His eyes would continue adjusting the ship and making sure it had as small a signature as possible. His basilisk war droid had been powered down for quite some time and was dormant at least. He had charged it up so once he needed to rouse it the beast would be ready but now they still needed to conserve energy. The rest of the ship was dark and only essential systems were active.

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Thankfully the scans indicated that there were indeed some habitable systems in the general area; nothing solid that really saved them from this mess, but at least they could survive if the situation came to that. The idea of wasting away on a forgotten world didn't sit right with Brianna, she could only assume Burkhart felt the same. They also had a distress beacon stashed on board, but there was no way in hell they would be using it here. The shuttles sensors had indicated there was something else in the system, near the habitable planet. Burkhart asked her to look into it, as he did what he could to minimize their presence. Brianna took over the sensors and tried to hone in on the scan, and it did produce an energy signature if nothing else. She counted two of the signatures, and they were small indeed. That could mean there were two ships, two engines that were running, or...well it could mean a hell of a lot of possibilities. If nothing else, there was at least a ship out there, potentially their size or large given the energy readings, but at this distance it was impossible to tell.

"I only have two small energy readings, but it is at least a ship. Either that or the sensors took a hit on our way out of Sith Space. I can't tell much else from here, other than they have at least two outward energy sources emitting outwards. My guess, is that it's a single ship, with both its engines going. Would make sense given how small the readings are."

She shook her head and looked to Burkhart. He wasn't trusting her with the controls right now, understandably so, but if they wanted to know more they needed to get closer. It was a long shot, but ideally this was the only lead they had going for them. Brianna but her lip as she tried to dig a little deeper into the scans, but there was nothing else to garner. Two energy signature enroute or near by the planet. With any luck, whatever was there might be their ticket out of here. Though, that was wishful thinking at best; they still had no clue where the hell they were. "I'm not seeing alot of options we have right now. I think whatever the hell is out there," She pointed at the two dots on the senors, "Might be our best bet currently." She wasn't sure what else they could do. She thought about briefly turning the distress signal on and trying to lure the ships over here, but for all they knew, it could very well bring in other parties as well. She already screwed up enough to get them in this situation, but it was all she could think of if they didn't want to move towards the other party.
@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The ship was slowly moving towards the signature's origin point. He did not want to go full speed towards it and waste the fuel if it could be avoided. They were going to be running on fumes really soon if they were not careful. His eyes continued to glance at the readout, part of him expecting it to say they were out of fuel but it was like watching a pot boil and it did not really change. Soon they would come into view of the ship, or at least an accurate scan for their ship. It was a strange looking ship, unlike anything he had seen before.

He took a moment to think of how to approach this. It seemed to be alone but had a sizable signature. It was not shielded the same way that their own ship was. Chances were that whomever or whatever had made the ship were not as advanced in technological achievements as the rest of the galaxy. It made sense considering the situation. Burkhart had his beviinir armor on the ship. He usually had it with him when he road on his basilisk or when piloting.

He would get up from the seat and go to the back. Grabbing the set of armor he would change into it. He had already been stripped down for most of the trip so it was an easy change. The Morling made his way back to the cockpit and sent out a short range projection to the ship. It was about the size of a light to medium freighter. "Attention crraft! Thas as Fald Marshal Burkhart Kelborn of the Mandalorians. Identify yerself an powarr doown yar shap or be fired upon." He muted their end of the communications broadcast. "Get tha laser cannon readeh." He said. If the woman was not going to fly the ship she was going to shoot. They needed to be prepared for that.A few moments later it sounded like chirps, hisses and clicks came back like some kind of animal was responding. Well, that did not sound right. "I repeat. Identify yer salvs or be fired upon!" They still did not seem to be complying with his commands to power down.

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Burkhart retreated to the back to put on his armor, but Brianna sat still at the console waiting to see if the situation changed. Thankfully, it did not. As Burkhart moved to engage the ship, Brianna took up the weapon controls. It was better to safe than sorry, especially given their position. The weapons on this shuttle were fairly lackluster, but at least they were functional. Brianna looked at a side console beside her, and found it odd that the vessel nearest them lacked any major shielding; the bare minimum at that. Either someone was suicidal, or they made malfunctioning shields. Either way, it wasn't their problem. Despite Burkhart's attempts to address the vessel, they only received animal like sounds from the other side; was this some sort of joke, or were their comms fried too? Whatever was going on with this vessel, things were about to get much worse for them.

"These guys picked the wrong day to screw around." Brianna said with a tone of annoyance, as she got to work on her new assignment. Powering up the laser cannons and taking aim, Brianna watched for any sign of the vessel trying to make a move on them. The vessel seemed to show no signs of stopping, so Brianna let them have it. While the weapons on the shuttle were not by any means powerful, they certainly gave the other vessel a pounding, as Brianna noticed the craft shake from the impacts of the blasts. These guys really didn't have much in the way of shielding, what the hell was going on with that? Brianna stopped herself from blowing the craft to pieces, they still needed a way home, and whatever was on the ship might help them along the way. "Maybe that'll encourage them to be more cooperative." She stated, keeping her fingers close to the trigger of the shuttle.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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There was more chatter over the short range open communications link. He was beginning to think whomever or whatever was on the other end did not speak basic. Burkhart began repeating his message in Shyriiwook, mando'a, he transmitted in binary, even huttese and tried butchering one or two other languages he knew a few phrases of. Usually people knew at least one of those.

Brianna fired shots, ultimately removing the shields of the ship but doing just enough damage to almost completely take its shields down. Some of the shots still made it through the shields and bled into hull scoring. There was no mistaking the seriousness of the mandalorian's intentions.

The strange ship would gun its engines it would seem. A turret mounted on the ship spewed what seemed to be heavy blaster cannon shots. Still weaker than light laser cannons but enough to lower the shuttle's shields. What's more they looked to be about as maneuverable as a light freighter so Brianna would have to still put in some effort to the ship. "Target tha cannon an their engines if ya can. I''m gonna wont ta board em." He said doing his best to give the female a good angle to hit the enemy ship while mitigating as much damage as possible. The ship was towards their front so he had shields move in that direction, giving them a little more time to deal with the target. "Whatever tha ship's signature is, its powerful enoof ta give us wot we need ta get out oof thus place. Let's try not to blow it oop."

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Briann nodded at her superior, and attempted to fire at the ship with another volley, aiming for the guns and engines, but as she clicked the trigger nothing fired. A low pitched hum accompanied the confusion, as Brianna was notified that the weapons of the shuttle had overheated and needed to finish its cooldown process. "You have got to be kidding me!" She said in astonishment. "The weapons are already overheating!" She grumbled, it seemed something wasn't quite right with the cool down rotation, perhaps a glitch after their hyperspace mishap. Brianna looked to inspect the damage her first salvo had ended up doing, and was surprised to see the hull of the ship be damaged. This thing pathetic shielding if the shuttles weapons were able to manage that. She went back to the weapon console and ran a quick diagnostic on it. Whatever the problem had been, it was fixed now. Brianna was setting up for another shot now, hoping the laser battery wouldn't screw her a second time. "Alright, think I got it worked out now." She said to Burkhart, her fingers gripping the controls tightly. With any luck, she'd be able to nail her shots. Burkhart was right, this ship was their only way out of this mess.
@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Well this was why he was questioning his luck. They had not been discovered until they got all the way to Korriban which was great but then got spotted for having a stolen ship. Next they nearly died by risking their souls to the ether in a hyperspace jump that was pure chance. His anus was probably not going to crap for another week after all this was over. Now they had managed to find a random spot in the galaxy that was completely alien and to top it off up against some foe that had equally strange ship designs.

As the light laser cannon become overheated he shook his head. This was a terrible week over all just for the amount of stress. His black fur was going to turn grey if he was not careful. The gunner of the enemy ship was smart enough to lead its target but Burkhart would not play into that. He slowed the ship letting a stream of shots fire in front of them, barely missing them but costing them some momentum. Now they would have to speed up again just to keep on their tail. "Don't make me roll down a window and shoot my repeater at it. Fix it!" He shouted back in response as he continued to avoid fire. When she finally got it in working order again he had a simple response. "Less talk, more shoot."

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna kept her frustrations in check, as she got the weapons working again and fired off another burst. She scored a direct hit against the weapons systems, as the strange ship was unable to fire upon the shuttle, but her attempt to hit the engines failed. The weapons system of the shuttle flared up, as Brianna received a critical system overload message, and found herself unable to fire the weapons now. She doubted they'd be working any time soon now. Least their opponents had no weapons either. Though, the ship seemed to be moving towards them still, perhaps it was going to try and board them. Brianna slid her helmet on and patted the pistols on her side holsters. "The damn shuttle cannon shorted out on me. I don't think we'll be getting much more out of it without tools." She looked to Burkhart. "I'm guessing our new friends are wanting to have a chat?" She asked, standing up to retrieve her repeater. She doubted the Morling would let her help out, if anything fighting another combatant would his form of stress relief. Still, if he needed her, she'd be there.
@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The enemy did not know that the shuttle's weapons were fried but they did no their own weapon emplacement was useless. Keying the communications broadcast again he would speak Huttese over the link, since that was the one they had managed to react the most to. <"Power down your engines, drop your shields and prepare to be boarded. Failure to comply will result in you immediate destruction."> He demanded with authority. It would seem they would comply which they surprisingly responded to quickly. Well that was a change.

After a few moments of manuevering he brought the ship in close to connect with the other ship. "Ya might want ta poot a flight suit on or soomthan with a seal." He told Brianna. Her Beskar'gam would not help her in the vacuum of space. In the event of a spontanious depressurization Burkhart would be fine in his beviinir armor though. They would have to set up a rough connection with the other ship but even then it was going to be iffy. If the other ship pulled away or tried anything it would take damage to itself as well. After several minutes he managed to get it to have a positive seal. If Brianna did not have any such suit she would be safest staying in the cockpit and sealing herself inside.

With his deck sweeper ready he activated the opening of the hatch. It opened up and inside he saw what was far from what he had been expecting. A giant lizard. <"We are going to take your fuel. Do not try anything funny. Put your weapons on the ground. Make a move and you will be dead before you hit the deck."> The reptilian creature had two tendrils coming from his nose that wriggled this way and that. Perhaps it was some sort of Tiss'shar offshoot or something.

Either way he would move past a large table. There was wear on it from where someone or something had beeen strapped down. It smelled like it had been cleaned recently but the stench of death was still in the air. The Morling would move to the energy reserves which seemed to feed to the table. Whatever they were doing with the table seemed to need a lot of power. Burkhart would not want to be the person strapped to the device.

Not intent on dawdling and really feeling unsettled, the Field Marshal would figure out how to remove one of the fuel cells. They were as large as a keg but would be able to supply the ship with enough to get home for sure. Unlatching the safety settings he would take one and pull it under one hand. He kept his weapon trained on the large reptilian crew mate. It eyed him back like the hungry predator it was. Backing out he would make his way back onto the shuttle.

He would go over to the shuttle and drop off the fuel cell before returning to the strange ship. They needed to know where they were. Next he would need to get any navigation data they had.

 

[Brianna Saxon]

She appreciated the warning from Burkhart, but she shrugged her shoulders and replied back. "Don't worry, my suit can manage it. I incorporated a vacuum suit into the design." Least from when she tested it, it had worked. She didn't see how now was any different. When the two ships docked, she'd follow Burkhart, and take up a sentry position near the connecting junction of their ship. The large lizard inhabitants of the vessel were....strange to say the least, but at least they weren't trying to put up a fight. Burkhart had given them a threat it seemed, and at the moment they seemed to be complying. Brianna knew all to well that such a situation could easily change though. Once Burkhart came through with the energy cell, Brianna would board the enemy craft, standing guard as she had before near the juncture that they were using as an entrance. Strangely enough, the odd beings seemed to back away, maybe they were worried about what the armored warriors could do, or maybe they just weren't in the mood. Brianna couldn't tell. If nothing else, they still needed the nav data to get back to Mando space, and seeing as how their new...guests were being so generous, Brianna decided she would extract the data while Burkhart set up the energy cell. She moved to the front of of the ship, weapon at the ready, as one of the lizard beings backed away from it's terminal as she neared. Curious. She stepped closer, motioning it back, and it seemed to get the message. It appeared to be in the middle of documenting it's current nav data, perhaps in case they needed to send out a distress signal. Brianna plugged the datapad on her side pouch into the terminal and transferred the data. With that done, she hustled back onto the ship, data in hand, just as Burkhart was finishing the repairs. "Hey, I got the nav data from that ship. Should just be able to hook it up and be on our way." She said through the comm, handing him the data pad so he could approve it. It wouldn't redeem her of her screw ups, but at least she did something useful.
@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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With both of the two mandalorians back on the shuttle he heard Brianna give them some decent news. He would nod and finish connecting the transfer of fuel. Whatever the reptilians had used for energy it was strange but at least he was able to jury rig it. After this the shuttle would need an overhaul if it was going to be used again.

Going towards the cockpit he would take the datapad and make sure it was synced up to the ship and load into the ships navigation computer and begin updating. Before anything else though he would disconnect the seal with the other ship. They were free to fly away if they wanted and the mandalorians would not fire on them. The new coordinates seemed to corispond with only a handful of systems in the far south west of the galaxy. "Bloody hells we didn't joost miss Contruum we fraggin went ta tha other syde ov the galaxay!" He exclaimed realizing how far away they were from original intended. Well he supposed it was warranted considering the hyperspace mishap.

Taking the time to double check his calculations he was able to cross reference with the navigation data the reptilians had collect. It looked like their known space was just a small section of the galaxy and the edge of it overlapped with Endor. From there the mandalorians could find their way back along the southern galactic arm all the way back to friendly Mandalorian space.

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