The combat transport slips out of a gash in reality, the little ship switching to conventional drives.
The interior is cramped, and definitely not designed for comfort. A dozen assorted marines, technicians and a couple of medics shift in their harnesses. Weapons are checked, tools calibrated, briefings reviewed.
The intercom bleeps noisily. "ETA five minutes, people. We've got the Storm in visual range, going to do a quick flyby to check her condition."
Through the portholes in the side of the squat transport, the TCRS Storm comes into view. She's a sleek vessel, around 500m long, graceful curves and large gun turrets at regular intervals.
She's also taken a pounding. Several sections of hull have been blown open, several decks open to space. She also seems to be drifting, no power to the engines - or indeed, anything much, as it looks like all the lights are off.
There is a low muttering amongst the team as the transport completes its pass. The commanding officer, a solid man named Lieutenant Kardr, checks his assault rifle. "All right, boys and girls. You know the drill. We have to work out what happened to the Storm, and get her back in order. Be ready for anything. They had some good men on here, Colonel Zaphron was one of the best. Questions, comments? Make it fast, we'll have hard seal in thirty seconds."
The interior is cramped, and definitely not designed for comfort. A dozen assorted marines, technicians and a couple of medics shift in their harnesses. Weapons are checked, tools calibrated, briefings reviewed.
The intercom bleeps noisily. "ETA five minutes, people. We've got the Storm in visual range, going to do a quick flyby to check her condition."
Through the portholes in the side of the squat transport, the TCRS Storm comes into view. She's a sleek vessel, around 500m long, graceful curves and large gun turrets at regular intervals.
She's also taken a pounding. Several sections of hull have been blown open, several decks open to space. She also seems to be drifting, no power to the engines - or indeed, anything much, as it looks like all the lights are off.
There is a low muttering amongst the team as the transport completes its pass. The commanding officer, a solid man named Lieutenant Kardr, checks his assault rifle. "All right, boys and girls. You know the drill. We have to work out what happened to the Storm, and get her back in order. Be ready for anything. They had some good men on here, Colonel Zaphron was one of the best. Questions, comments? Make it fast, we'll have hard seal in thirty seconds."