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After escaping from the Harbinger fleet over Vega IV, the Salvation of the Stars now sits idly in space, analyzing a distant battle. The ground teams they managed to save now sit restlessly in a forward cargo bay, awaiting a sitrep from command as they try to take stock of just what the hell is going on.
Up on the bridge, sitrep requests trickle in to Ariok and the Control staff, who are about as clueless as everyone else. The ship's archive slowly reveal bits and pieces of random data through the encryption, and apparently, when Ariok initiated the drives, he initiated a sort of experimental trans-universal engine, allowing them to actually hop between realities. Or so the incoming data packets tell him from the archives. All this was flowing to him while the Admirals debated what to do about the distant space battle. "Well, if we intervene, we could end up being shot by both parties." "Harris, what about the Harbingers? They might find a way to follow us." Stukov followed Harris' statement as they both stared at each other, Buckley braking in to stop the argument. "We have no idea who or what they are, so we shouldn't interfere. As for the Harbingers, I suggest we leave those calculations up to Ariok. Harris, make sure your men are alright, wherever Ariok decided to shove them."
Down in the cargo bay, the soldiers were either milling about in patrol patterns, or sitting on crates in groups chatting each other up. Even outside of combat, they couldn't shake combat training. This cargo bay was the one used to store ammunition in, so there were plenty of crates for everyone to sit on while they waited for command to pull it together.
Up on the bridge, sitrep requests trickle in to Ariok and the Control staff, who are about as clueless as everyone else. The ship's archive slowly reveal bits and pieces of random data through the encryption, and apparently, when Ariok initiated the drives, he initiated a sort of experimental trans-universal engine, allowing them to actually hop between realities. Or so the incoming data packets tell him from the archives. All this was flowing to him while the Admirals debated what to do about the distant space battle. "Well, if we intervene, we could end up being shot by both parties." "Harris, what about the Harbingers? They might find a way to follow us." Stukov followed Harris' statement as they both stared at each other, Buckley braking in to stop the argument. "We have no idea who or what they are, so we shouldn't interfere. As for the Harbingers, I suggest we leave those calculations up to Ariok. Harris, make sure your men are alright, wherever Ariok decided to shove them."
Down in the cargo bay, the soldiers were either milling about in patrol patterns, or sitting on crates in groups chatting each other up. Even outside of combat, they couldn't shake combat training. This cargo bay was the one used to store ammunition in, so there were plenty of crates for everyone to sit on while they waited for command to pull it together.