Ragnar Anchorange - Raptor Exercises
Summary: Raptor/ECO training games are interrupted by the havok felt ship-wide on arrival at Ragnar Anchorage.
Date: PHD 206
Related Logs: None

Matto sits up on a crate, legs crossed indian-style and hands on his knees, a folder to one side with something black sticking out of either end of the file folder itself. He seems focused on some train of thought, features serious enough as he expects the arrival of his ECO for their chat.

Kitty slips in just a few seconds after the time she's expected, the ECO's usual punctuality displayed. There's a pensive expression that only deepens when she sees the folder and Matto's somber mood, it making butterflies leap into her stomach. "Sir," she greets Kissy.

"Hey, Kitty," Kissy speaks up, waving a hand dismissively of her military formality. "Come and have a sit, yah?" he nods toward a crate not far off. He doesn't otherwise move; he doesn't seem in the cheeriest of moods, but he's not laying the military-discipline law on her, at this point.

Kissy's being nice makes her more nervous but she tries to push it to the side, not wanting to put the cart before the ox as the saying goes. "Sure, Kissy." The offer of a seat is regarded for a second before she accepts it, sitting close to the edge so she can rest her forearms on her thighs. "So what's up?"

"We need to talk about last mission," Kisseus begins bluntly, but not without warmth in his voice. "It didn't go as smoothly as it could have. A far sight better than the one previous," he adds, "But we're still having issues reading one another in the boat. It's to be expected. It takes a while for a pilot and ECO to build up a strong rapport. I think it's something we should put more time into working on."

Kitty nods and then takes a deep breath. "That's very true." The folder's eyed once again, especially the black item that is mostly concealed by it, and then she looks directly into Kisseus' eyes. "How does one go about having a working rapport like we need to have at the same time being friends, Kissy? Is it possible?" Her ability as an ECO is the most important concern to her at this moment but there's still a bit of her that's concerned for their friendship as well, Kitty worried that they will have to stop being as close as they are for the sake of everything else.

"Well, Poppy used to be my very best friend, and she was my ECO for over four years," Kisseus smiles a little. "So there's hope there, isn't it? In any case, the key to a good Driver/ECO relationship is communication. Actually, scratch that. It's a lack of communication. We need to be on the same wavelength to such an extent that we don't need to ask of one another what we need. We have to keep the mission plan in mind at all times; if we're both working toward the same goal, then we effectively become one person. For example, if we're tasked with destroying an enemy tower—" he says, some weight behind the words, "I'll line up the shot and drop the bomb. You ought to be monitoring our target objectives and keep me updated as to our progress. Remember that I can't -see- whether the bomb's hit or not. You can."

The weight of what Matto's saying along with how he's saying it, nothing lost on Kitty. "That's good to hear." There is one last ripple of tension that ripples across the top of her shoulders before it leaves entirely, leaving her body to go slightly limp. "What will help with that, Kissy?" She's uncertain as to how one developes such a relationship and level of shared intuitiveness in a small span of time. "We have very little time to do this in…" she murmurs. "We can do this, yes?"

"We can," Kissy notes, then, more firmly, "We will. We're going to try a training program that Poppy and I used, once upon a time," he tells her, finally opening up the file folder and lifting the folded black headscarf from the middle of it, tossing it over to her. "I'm going blind," he explains. "You'll be my life-ECO until our next CAP. We'll set out a schedule of activities. Something with discrete goals. You'll know those goals, and provide me with the information I need to meet them. And you'll need to be able to discern what other information is pertinent. If I'm in the middle of telling a saucy story and Samantha comes in, this is not pertinent information. If it's Nadiv or Marek— you should probably let me know, right? But you can't flood me with data or else I'll just get confused."

Kitty catches the scarf nd looks at it, raising a brow at it along with Kissy at the same time. "Interesting idea." She gets the gist of what it is Matto's suggesting and how it pertains to their mission over Scorpia, it meaning to teach her to focus and communitcate, but of course knowing it and being able to put it into practice are two different things. "Okay. I can do this. I am going to do this…" Chuckling, she reaches over, offering the headscarf back, making sure to fold it neatly first. "Kissy, I'd like to be honest with you about something."

Matto takes the scarf back and sets it over his knee. Drape. He looks at Kitty, brows both popping upward for a brief moment. "That's generally the best policy, right?" he replies, goading her gently onward.

Kitty purses her lips and then speaks again, this time with some pause between words as she thinks at the same time she tries to get how she has been feeling out in open at the same time. "I know there has been a lot of questions asked about if I am the type of person who should be in a Raptor or not and I understand the concern that has been voiced. I don't know if I am that kind of person right now but, like I told Captain Marek, I want to become the kind of person who does belong." This is the first she has spoken of this since her meeting with the CAG but it feels good to be able to get this off of her chest now.

"Sad to say, Kitty, that's not always a choice," Kisseus murmurs. "I mean, it's splendid of you to try, but some people just don't have the constitution for it. I certainly don't have the constitution for piloting Vipers. If I tried I'd just be a liability and danger to the wing. Now as to whether you can cut it or not? I think you can. You just need to learn some focus. The focus will help with the panic, too. When you're focused, there's no room for panic. Your mind is in the game. Not worrying about living or dying."

"I understand." Kitty smiles. "I got a feel of just how being focused can help. Now I just got to learn how to focus the right way. So when do we start?" Standing, she stretche a bit, groaning as she works the knots out. "I am going to assume that it's something that we should get started with as soon as possible."
Matto tosses her the folded hedscarf back, the thing maybe getting a little unfolded mid-flight, "Right away," he tells her. "You're at my side this evening through tomorrow morning before CAP," he lets her know, spinning about some to offer her the back of his head for tying off the thing.

Kitty chew her lip while shaking it out, the expanse of black fabric allowed to unfold only to then be refolded, this time in the manner of a blindfold. "Here we go…" she says as she lays it over his face and then tying off, the knot tight enough to keep it in place without being impossible to undo later. "Alright. How's that, Kissy?" She slips up to his side, touching his arm, letting him know where she is.

Matto closes his eyes just before the dark fabric settles in over them, and he keeps both hands on the crate to his sides until she's done, then tips his chin down, tilts his head to the side, then the other side, finally nodding his head firmly to see if the thing will fall off. "That's just fine," he replies, turning himself around, pushing heel on crate until he's sitting on the edge, feet on the ground. A hand goes and moves for where he left the file folder. "Okay, so I think our first item of business is going to be hitting the mess. May as well jump in with both feet, yah?" he grins.

Kitty takes a deep breath and then laughs some, sounding a bit nervous over what is about to transpire. "Okay! Let's do it to it." Her hand settles to the crook of Matto's nearest elbow as she begins to lead on, moving slowly at first - this is a first for her so she's erring on the side of caution for now, letting Kissy dictate the pace in which they move beyond that. "Am I allowed to ask questions while we do this..we're coming up to the hatch…" she pauses in her query to give the warning only to then continue with her query, "…or am I just supposed to do this and you'll let me know how I do afterwards?"

"Atatatt!" Kisseus grins impishly below the black band covering his face. "No touching. Just tell me. Distance, bearing," he directs her, finally shutting the folder and then picking it up as he shuffles forward to the very edge of his seat and then stands. "If you could get the hatch that'd be great. My hands are a little full," he chuckles.

Kitty hmms and she starts to give out directions as per orders but not before sneaking a kiss to the 'blind' pilot's cheek first, grinning all the while. The hatch is approached and opened, the sound of which might clue Matto in t.o it's approximate distance and where it is drectionally but she still calls out the details he needs to get to it safely. "It's at your eleven," she says in a succinct manner, not saying anymore than she has to. "About 3 meters."

"Naik!" Kisseus calls out, surprised by the sudden application of lips to his cheek. But nonetheless he laughs, tilting his head to listen out, then turning bodily to alight his eleven with his twelve and stepping at an even pace, making approximately a meter every two steps. One, two, three four, five, six, and on seven he lifts his foot a little higher than necessary and leans forward, not touching the doorhatch, but trusting that he's not going to fall on his face when he tries to put his foot down again. Clump. Other foot rises and comes forward to join his other one. Thud. "Thank you, ma'am," he rattles off jovially, then gets to sauntering down the corridor.

The trek to the mess hall is eventually concluded, perhaps with some stumbling by Matto with that depending on how well Kitty did her job, the room a bit more crowded than she was hoping for. "Alrght. Turn to your three o'clock, go four meters and then turn to your nine." Several people are lookong at them with more than one raising a brow, clearly curious as to what the two are doin but Kitty ignores them for now.

"Where's that put me?" Kisseus wonders, even as he pivots, steps neatly the eight steps, pivots again and steps just as neatly. "I'll need a tray, I suspect, first off." Yes; Kissy's going to be getting his own food. He tucks his file folder underneath an arm in preparation for having his hands full.

"You're six meters from the back of the line." Kitty looks sidewards, blushing slightly as she missed giving him that information. "Trays will be at your ten." She drifts ahead slightly, counting each step herself, this to get her own bearings. "Silverware is at the trays' three o'clock, less than a foot from the stack."

Matto turns more to his left, hands out until he finds the trays, swiping the top one off of the stack and turning it around right-side up, helpfully dropping the papers that had been under his arm onto the floor instead. "Crap," he comments. "Can you nab those for me, Babydoll?" he asks, busy, himself, finding silverware of the correct varieties without stabbing himself in the hand. "What's on the line? Anything good?"

"Yes sir." Kitty ducks down and gathers the spilt papers, keeping them rather than handing them back since Kissy'll need both of his hands to keep the tray upright. "From closest to farthest, there's salad, red jello, something that looks like chicken and gravy and…" She slips down the line as she lists off the food-stuffs only to pause and fall silent. "…looks like beef stew," she concludes lamely. "The food's at your nine."

Matto grimaces at the list. "They don't have any of those protein bars out, do they?" he asks, setting his tray down on the line andreaching out his right hand as he goes, touching salad tongs, then passing along to the next spot to grope forward for a bowl of jello. He pauses at the next spot, leaning forward to sniff, then passing along to the stew. "What color chunks in the stew?"

"The protein bars are at the very end, Kissy. A meter from where you are." The question as to the color of the chunks has Kitty smiling, that also being up for debate. "Brown," she answers, that being the closest to the hue the meat truly is. "It's probably meat substitute but it smells alright." Not that she's about to eat it to find out how it tastes, but at least it smells okay.

Kitty adds, "Oh…the bars are on a shelf. You'll want to lift your hand a couple feet up when you try to grab one."

Matto has less of a notion of the size of his stride as he shuffles along sideways, leaving the brown chunks where they are and continuing on down the line, lifting a hand and continuing to shuffle along as he feels the shelves, hand poking into them one at a time. Napkins. Napkins. "Have I passed them?" he wonders.

Kitty shakes her head while giggling. "They're between your eleven and twelve." Having forgone getting food for herself, Kitty's hands are able to slide behind her, which she does, folder still held in her right. There's an instinct to go and scount out a table for them but she stays instead, not about to leave the pilot alone.

Matto draws his hand back and re-orients himself, trying again and finally finding foil. "Score. I'll take two," he decides, since the rest of supper is pretty meagre. He sets them down on his tray and scoots along. "Juice juice…" he murmurs.

"Glasses are at your eleven, juice depenser is two feet." Kitty wrinkles her nose as she contnues to watch. Now things aren't going as well, or so she feels, causing her to get a little nervous again.

Matto has gotten juice so many times from this dispenser that once he gets his hands on a couple of glasses he seems to know exactly how many shuffles it takes to get to the tap, lifting one glass to tap its inside edge against the spigot before he pulls the tab to start filling. "Say when."
Kitty lets the first glasss get fairly filled before she calls out, "When," leaving two inches when she does. "Should be alright..shouldn't slosh too much." That's said for her benefit as well as his.

"Sweet," Kissy smiles, then moves the other glass to fill it in the same fashion. "So how are things with your brother?" he asks. What, trying to spark up conversation in the middle of all of this?
Kitty gives the glass the same amount of attention, waiting until the juice is a few inches from the rim before calling out 'when' once more. "He's fine," once she's certain he's not going to have a mishap, puttng the discussion second to letting Matto know his glass is good to go. "Haven't gotten caught up with him since the mission but I haven't been gotten ahold of by Medical so am taking that as a good sign."
"Good good! Yeah, I barely even thought he'd be down there, but— of course he would have been." Kissy sets down the second glass on the tray and then lifts it, waiting for further directions. "He still seeing, um." Blanking on the name, the Kissybear is. "Girl?"

Kitty now turns to look for a chair for Kissy, her eyes narrowing in slight thought, wanting to pick a good place for them to sit that'll be close enough without being too close, Katherine wanting to put her navigation skills to the test again. "Go a meter, turn to your nine and then move a meter and a half. Chair should be directly at your twelve." The mention of 'Girl' has her chuckling, Kitty amused. "Callie? I think so, yes. For as much as Dorian wants to sow his wild oats he's pretty darn crazy about that girl. Think they'll be together for a while." Maybe not a -long while- but she doesn't want to say that, wantng to be on her brother's side instead of coming across as a nay-sayer.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Attention all hands, this is the XO. Due to a shortage in munitions aboard this carrier, we are currently making preparations to get underway to Ragnar Anchorage where we will be making an emergency resupply run. Due to the nature of the EM field surrounding the atmosphere of Ragnar and other conditions, we will be most likely experiencing unsettling jarring and turbulence upon FTL egress, as well as potential system disruption. Secure yourself. Regular jump countdown will be broadcasted as per normal. That is all."

Matto is still facing the line, so he shuffles along about another meter, "Oh, goodness. Looks like we're working under time constraints," he notes, turning about to his nine, which puts him on a parallel course with the bar. He paces out the meter and a half. "What, here?" he asks, brow furrowing underneath his blindfold, sounding uncertain whether he's in the right place. He doesn't -recall- there being a table here.

There's a table there now, it perhaps having been moved by a group wanting to sit together and needing more space. "Yup! You're in the right place." Kitty looks at the table one last time and then the room as a whole, not even knowing that anything had been moved, proving just who is the more spacially and situationally aware out of them. "Need any help, Kissy?"

Matto slowly lowers the tray until its edge taps the edge of the table, and he gives a quiet 'huh' as he slides it further onto the table, taking his hands off of it and then lifting his knee to find the seat, settling in once he's found it. "Good work. Here, I'll take that file, then you go ahead and grab your stuff," he holds up a hand for the paperwork.

The folder's placed upon Matto's palm, it easily grabbed for as it's not moved once it makes contact with his hand. It isn't until he takes it that she moves, grabbing herself a few protein bars and a cup of coffee gotten to tide her over for now. "There," she says while sitting, hooking a chair's leg with a foot so she can pull it out. "Sounds like we're due for more fun."

"Hopefully not. A little smash-and-grab, nothing the CMC isn't good for," Kisseus chuckles. He sets down the folder out in front of his tray, then feels about for a protein bar and begins to peel the foil off of it. "They might need a driver, though. Wonder if Legsy's tapped someone for it."

"That's a good question. Wonder if we can find out if she has or not." The small meal she snagged for herself is left alone, Kitty instead partaking in the coffee she just got for herself instead. "I am really glad you suggest we do this. It's a little strange to me, having to think differently, but it's really helping me to see what it is I need to do."

Matto tears a bit of the protein bar off and nibbles at it. "I'm glad it's helping. No sense in doing it if it's not going to do any good. But like I said, you know, Poppy and I used to do this all the time. And we got to a point in the boat where we barely had to talk— we just… sort of knew what we were each thinking." A pause, almost rueful, "Almost." He takes a deep breath, "Well, after supper let's go up to the ready room and see what's on up there."

Kitty leans aganst Kissy's shoulder for a second. "That really sounds nice. That's something I don't have…er, not saying Dorian and I aren't close but we see quite a bit of things in a different light…" Sighing, she looks at the pilot. "How long did it take you and Poppy to get to that point, Kisseus?"

"Oh? A year or so," Kissy murmurs, something dark in his voice, as though he might be considering how few weeks it took the entire thing to fall apart after so long. He continues to nibble along on the protein bar. He looks like some kind of rodent.

Kitty nods, having expected something similar for an answer. "And how long do you think you and I have?" Sipping, she ugs inwardly, the bitter brew nearly undrinkable today. "Probably what…a week? Two?" Needing to get the taste of burnt java out of her mouth, Kitty hurries to open and eat one of her own protein bars. It leaves its own bad taste in her mouth but it's better than the other.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Prepare for jump. Engaging FTL drive in thirty …. …. five, four, three, two, one, jump."

Announcement: Nike shouts, "As the ship completes its jump, and skews back into normal space and time once more, it's immediately slammed hard to port, and then back to starboard. The pitching and bumping continues for a good five or ten minutes. In addition, lights flicker out in various corridors and other locations throughout decks one and two, including the mess hall. Violent electrical storms are characteristic of the Ragnar gas giant's upper atmosphere, providing for a bumpier than usual egress from faster than light travel."

"It's a process, Kitty," Kisseus notes, then pauses for the jump, holding onto the edge of the table lazily, taking a few deep breaths during the countdown. Surely the turbulence won't be that— oh, hello, edge of the table, jamming itself forcefully into Kissy's ribs. Oh, hi, floor, suddenly slamming itself against his shoulderblades as he's pitched backward when the ship lurches in the other direction, covering the Raptor driver in red juice and jello. He doesn't notice the lights going out, for obvious reasons, but lies there stunned on his back until the boat stops pitching, the air knocked straight out of him.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Power failure, decks One and Two. I say again, power failure on deck one and two. Dispatch damage control."

Katherine has the good fortune of being able to see to brace herself once the ship starts to rock, making her able to help the pilot as she doesn't have to regain consciousness before hand or work around an injury to do so. "Cripes…Kissy?" She carefully gets over to where he is, having to go around a couple unfortunate people to do so, and that's not easy when the power's out. She slips the blindfold off of him and then works on checking him out, trying to rely on what first aid she knows to do so.

Announcement: Nike shouts, "In a few more minutes, the ship has mostly stabilised again. There's the occasional shudder and groan as its hull is battered by the storms raging in its vicinity, but power to the remaining decks holds. For the time being."

Matto's eyes blink against the 'fresh' air, but see very little more than they did with the blindfold on. "Did someone get the number of that bus?" he wonders aimlessly, head spinning from its thump. He slips an arm up around Kitty, sitting up with a pained grunt. "Ready Room," he declares, voice still wheazing a little. But he shifts his feet up under him, getting ready to stand, so he can't be that bad off.

Kitty grunts as she takes ahold of Kiissy, slipping her arm about him in near-unison. "Shouldn't we take you to Sickbay?" She doesn't head that way until he says yes, instead leading him up to the main deck where the ready room can be found.

"No, I'm cool," Kisseus wheazes, though then his mouth gapes open at a pain in his back. "Let's get up there. 'Sides, if there's no power on deck two, S'bay's not going to be in any shape to be handling bumps and knocks."


Xanthus is sitting in a chair near the front of the readyroom with a shrinkwrapped clipboard and two pens. He's got an elbow against the clipboard and is casually playing with said pens while he peers between Roubani and a dead viewscreen. There's a video tape in the player, but he's neglected to press 'play'.

Kitty comes in, an arm around Kissy, who isn't looking too hot, and he with one about her, the man looking as if he had a 'frak that hurt' moment thanks to the ship's rocking. "Sit down, hun." She slips her arm out from around him whle looking around, frowning. "I would thnk we'd have more pilots and stuf here."
The SLAM DUNK of the entire Kharon sent Roubani straight off his chair and into the table. Hooray for kaboom, ow. He's picking a pile of things back up off the floor - including himself, when the hatch opens again, and he wobbles back up onto his feet. "Hey…what happened?"

Matto isn't in too bad a shape, just looking a little tossed-about. Sort of like a man-sized salad. There's also something red and goopy congealed down the side of his face. But it's only jello. So. "Sounded like there was some interference on the business end of our jump," he notes in Nadiv's direction, then, chuckling dryly at Kitty, "They're probably all still trying to remember which way is up."

Announcement: Nike shouts, "It's relatively smooth sailing for the next couple of minutes. Bumps, clangs and creaks can be heard through the aging carrier as it navigates a path through the planet's atmosphere.

Then the ship violently shudders and pitches again. If it's turbulence, it's vicious. But it's probably not turbulence. Alarms start going off on deck three, and are heard around the ship as something seems to impact with the hull plating."

Xanthus loses a clipboard and a pen… just one, mind you, but he loses it regardless. He's lucky he doesn't lose himself as well. The things clatter to the ground and the pilot instinctively grips ahold of anything that looks bolted down. "For frak's sake, -I- want to die crashing into a basestar at top speed with my afterburners on full while getting a blowjob. -Not- because the readyroom fell on me!"

Matto has, of course, barely finished chortling over the situation than the ground once more proves itself to be no ground at all, merely the fabric of a rusty tin can in which he's being rolled down a street somewhere kicked by giant children. His knees bend and he sits on the floor as the floor comes up to meet his bum, then is left sort of floating in midair as the deck lurches down again. Fortunately the artificial gravity catches up to him and he doesn't stay airborne for more than a few moments before he tumbles down a step or five, ending up on his back with the edge of a step digging into his hip. "I think I'm just gonna… stay down here," he decides.

The second series of turbulance has her bouncing into the arm of a chair with her leg, its impact surely enough to bruise, and then the humiliation furthers as she gets about flipped over into it. "Frak it all!" Agreeing with Matto's sentiment, albeit internally, she takes to laying still until everything gets done and over with.

Xanthus blinks at the sound of the intercom, "Oh you are -frakking- with me." He peers around the room, "I can not frakking believe this. OK… we make a run for it so if we fall, one poor sucker takes all the damage and the rest of us are in one piece. Ready? On three." He doesn't sound like he's kidding, either.

"Doesn't someone need a fedora and a whip for this?" Roubani cracks, weakly dry. He leaves his books and everything else where they are, stepping around his chair and towards poor Kitty and Kissy. "Kisseus, you alright? At least let us drop you off at berthings if you're hurt. They'll want to keep a headcount."

Matto grunts. "I'll be alright," he manages to say, feebly and tentatively trying to sit up, his legs up over his head in altitude since he's reclining over several stairs. "I'm just getting to know the flooringplates a little too well for one day. There's no light downstairs, though."

Kitty snorts. "Xan, don't be a frakking hero. Just stay the frak down, huh?" Sighing, she looks up and then over as much as she can but she can't see too much thanks to how she's crumpled into the seat like she is, half of her body bent in ways it shouldn't be be.

"We are at /condition one/ alert," Roubani says, firmly. "Either you go to berthings are you go to the hangar deck, /nobody/ is staying in here." He reaches down to help Kissy up as well as he can. "Everyone, come on now."

Xanthus nods and makes his way to Matto's other side, "Yeah. Hero nothing. Condition one is condition one. Can you walk, man? Frak it. Can you fly? We've got to hurry."

Matto drags his legs to one side and grabs N's hand to draw himself up again. "Thanks, N," he offers him mildly, "C'mon, Babydoll, let's get out there and strapped into something before the ship gets asked to dance again." He offers her a hand in turn.

[Intercom] Sen says, "Attention all hands! Evacuation ordered immediately for Deck Three sections eight, nine, and ten. Repeat, evacuate deck three, between firedoors eight, nine, and ten. Hull compromised. Fire hazzard. Section is being contained and vented."

Kitty winces. "Sorry. You're right, Poet…ugh…ouch. One sec." Getting up slowwwwwwwwwwwwly, Kitty manages to make it to her feet and stumbles to the hatch, waiting for Matto and Roubani so they can stick together.

Kai comes up the stairs from the lower decks, not too far ahead of Jupiter. The Lieutenant gets a brief glance over his shoulder, and then he slows to have a few words with her as they breach the busy hangar bay.

Xanthus (xan) pages Kitty, Roubani, and Matto: Well aren't we just hotsy totsy!
Absalom starts to climb into his Viper, looking down at the techs who are working on finishing up refueling it, "Just, yeah, c'mon." he says to the cheif, who gives him a dirty look.

An object lesson in poise, grace, and balance… or lack thereof, as it were, Jester enters the Hangar with a bit more energy that he might have hoped for. Fueled primarily by an untimely rocking of the ship, the jock nearly stumbles into the hangar, grabbing onto something sturdy looking and silently praying that looks are not deceiving. Thankfully either the Gods heard him, or he just plain lucks out when he grabs onto a support strut. "Any port in a storm." mutters he to himself, amused by his own words as he makes for his viper and grabs onto the latches.

Jupiter pauses just inside the Hangar Bay, refastening her gloves, pulling them on right. She's a little slower than Kai exiting the stairwell. She exchanges a couple of words with him, and wipes the back of her arm across her forehead. She's a little sweaty.

Roubani has barely had a chance to change out of flight suit in two days. He's pulling the top half of it back up over his arms as he comes out of the ready room with several other people, pausing just to pull the pen from behind his ear and toss it away.

Castor is in his flight suit and prepped for launch but then again he is standing near his Viper as he is waiting for orders to get locked in so he can do his job. He isn't really running around though his eyes flick to his Viper since he might be safer in his metal bird than hanging around in here.

Kai halts about halfway across the 'bay, takes Jupiter by the arm a little firmly (though not roughly) and attempts to turn her to face him. His eyes scan quickly over her face, cut across to the various pilots suiting up and loitering near their birds, then back to Fingers again. "Report to sickbay, Lieutenant." He releases her, and starts off again without bothering to check over his shoulder that she complies. "All right-" That's addressed to the other pilots milling around. "-I need a raptor crew pre-flighted and ready to go."

Kitty comes limping in after getting geared up, the bump she took to her leg gimping her thanks to the frog she got when she bumped into something. "That was…crappy." Upon hearing Kai she nods but ten looks around, trying to figure out where Kissy is.

Samantha is ready and rarin' for duty, that much is clear. She steps onto the deck, in her flight suit — just in case, and stands off to the side, her back stiff and shoulders squared as she awaits assignment or orders back to the berthing. Either way, she's here and silently professional. ready to work.

An Engineering team doubletimes it up from the bowels of the ship, already zipping into flightsuits as they travel which is a feat within itself. Seems Sen has opted to go out herself, wanting to see first hand what kind of trouble her beloved ship is in this time. Immediately, she's leading a lieutenant to a bird, silently waiting for orders lest she step on someone else's toes.

Xanthus stands at attention, supporting himself with the nose of his viper. He's otherwise motionless where the rocking of the ship permits.

Kappel has his marshmellow suit on, woe. Clump clump his boots go as he heads after Sen, looking rather cranky. Whether it's because their ship is damaged or because this damn thing chafes, nobody will ever know.

Absalom watches Kai as he speaks, and then leans back a bit in his ship, tapping at the console idly and poking his head out from behind the front windscreen of the ship.

Jupiter's caught by the arm, and turned rather easily. She considers the CAG for a beat before she nods. "Yes, sir." There's a swallow, then she turns back toward the stairwell. She doesn't have to be told twice. Jupes disappears again, presumably en route to medical.

There's an orange coveralls-clad deck crew already hauling in a damage repair kit — which is bigger than it sounds — on a wheeled dolly. There are a few shouts of 'beep beep' and 'coming through!' as they maneuver the thing as quickly as possibly through the hangar deck, and toward one of the foxbats.

Matto is suiting up with as much haste as possible, dressing, it seems, on the way to the deck rather than before coming on. Fortunately the flightsuit goes on easy over a set of off-duties, even off-dutied gooped red with jello. "Here, sir," he tells the Marek, half-breathless, moving double-time to Foxbat-4 to get her ready to go, leaping up onto her ramp and in with an energy of motion not often seen in the Raptorbunny.

Leda watches everyone as he is not a Raptor jock, well, not that he hasn't been training to fly one but he has never been cleared for it and so he looks around at Matto as he steps into save the day and he smiles softly since Matto is good people.

Kitty sees Kissy and runs after him, managing to do so at a reasonable clip. Disappearing inside, she starts to get everything powered up and pre-flighted, seeming to be trying for a new record thanks to how fast she runs through the processes.

Kappel flashes Sen a thumbs-up, made that much more comical by the big mickey mouse gloves he's wearing. He gives Kai an equally comical-looking salute and commences waddle after his CO towards the waiting Raptor.

Sen clips on her gloves that lessen her dexterity, but are unfortunately a necessity. "Captain Marek. Engineering reporting." She offers respectfully, while ushering her snipe into the Raptor. She waits behind Kappel, until he's safely inside before she steps in after him.

Kai spots Matto, and then Kitty a moment later, and turns to angle off toward the pair. The vipers can entertain themselves in the meantime; they'll know soon enough if they're needed. A notepad and pen are pulled out of his flightsuit as he strides over; the former's rested against Foxbat-4's wing while he clicks the pen on and scribbles something down. "We've got some kind of explosive damage to deck three, aft section-" He's probably jotting down the specific bulkhead joint numbers. "-originating from outside the ship. I'm going to send along a viper escort with you, though DRADIS is clear so you should be fine." The paper's torn off, and handed to Matto. "It's rough out there, so take it easy." Sen is nodded curtly to, and Kappel's salute is returned.

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Absalom sits up a bit, watching the Engineering types walk into one of the Raptors, but, otherwise is silent.

Matto gets helmeted and gets his gloves attached in between startup and greencheck processes tapped into the console. He listens to the Marek, nodding briskly, then reaches back to take the paper, sliding it underneath a clip on the dash and locking it in place so it won't fly off if they need to decompress and let the engineers out for a look. "Yes, sir," he answers the CAG succinctly before strapping in, looking voer the readouts once more and calling back, "Green up front, Crybaby, how're we looking in back?"

"All green here, Madman." With Sen and Kappel aboard, Kitty's fallen back to 'proper' military prococol, calling Matto by his callsign instead of by one of his nicknames. "We're good for flight." That said, she gives the DRADIS one more look before they're on their way.

Sen clamps herself down into one of the jumpseats, jockying her equipment into her lap before reaching over to tug on Kappel's straps to make sure he's in good and tight. "Locked and loaded." She reports upfront, just in case there was any worry about their snipely cargo.

Kappel settles into one of the seats. He doesn't go Raptor flyin that often, but he's done it enough times to know what to do without screaming in fear. Belts buckled and gear secured under his seat, he rests his back against the jumpseat-like thing he's parked on. "Rea-…" He stares at Sen as she checks his straps. "Thanks, ma." Smirk. "Ready."

"Good. Everyone else bucked in back there?" Kisseus asks his backseater, just so she can make certain. He doesn't wait for the answer to put in the call to STC, since it'll take a moment for them to clear the launch, anyhow.

[TAC1] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Shadow, green across the board, ready for launch."

[STC] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, this is Madman, reporting Foxbat-4 green front and back for launch."

[STC] Tiera says, "Kharon copies, launch when ready"

[TAC1] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Kharon, Wolf-4. I'm in the pipe, five by five."

[STC] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. Green across the board, ready for launch."
Viper escorts, clear the tubes when ready."

Matto keeps Foxbat-4 prepped for launch, the heel of his palm resting patiently against launch systems activation, the proper codes already having been tapped in. All he's waiting for is word from his backseater on the status of their guests aboard. Once he gets it, he opens up STC again.

[STC] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, I hear you. Launching in three."

With the importance of the flight, Kitty's all serious, the hint of smile that can often times be found on her face whle in a Raptor totally gone. When they're given the go she holds on, expecting a totally bouncy flight once they break away fully from the Kharon.

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Kai] Foxbat four and its viper escort clear the deck without too much trouble, though the jags and sparks of electricity being conducted in their vicinity might be a little unsettling. The trio swoop off along Kharon's port side, the raptor's searchlight illuminating the carrier's hull as they skim along. Being less maneuverable than the vipers, Foxbat four gets pummeled by a violent burst of electromagnetic interference, causing its power to flicker and its navigation systems to briefly sputter; it pitches a bit too close to Kharon and trades some paint with the larger ship.

Kappel has his seatbelt on! And this is why they tell you to buckle up, kids. His helmet knocks gently against the wall, causing him to wince one eye shut as they jostle and paint-trade. "This is incredible." He strains against the belt, leaning down to grab some little handheld thing from his kit. Preserving readings, probably.

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Kai] The good news is: the damage to Kharon's hull can be easily seen from out here. Something didn't hit the ship; something exploded in its vicinity.

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] Wolf-4 forms up half of an escort pattern, keeping the Raptor between it and the Kharon. The craft sweeps out of its home ship smoothly and rolls to one side, then locks itself in place, occasionally performing a full roll to get a visual on the deep black.

[STC] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, report Foxbat-4 launched and maintaining proximity diametrics. Hells and frak! Sorry 'bout that! Choppy seas out here."

[TAC1] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Madman, Jester. You okay?"

[Wolf-18 'SHADOW': Absalom] Wolf-18 follows in Wolf-4's wake. Absalom whistles in the cockpit as he's buffeted by winds, and peels off to get a little distance between himself and his wingmate.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Jester, Shadow. Going to break and keep distance here. If somethin comes up on DRADIS I'll reform on your wing."

Sen ghosts a smile to Kappel at his mom comment, but her face is currently etched with concern. Apparently with good reason. As they're out into the black, they get pitched into the side of the Kharon like a child guiding their car through a crash derby. Sen gets slammed hard against her restraints, the grimace on her features apparent through her face plate. "Good thing black and blue suits me."

Kitty pulls her hands back, the electromagnetic charge getting her to do so on the off chance it might be enough to shock her if she were to touch the console. "Crap…" Face tightening, she makes sure the DRADIS and such is still functioning before calling out to the pilot, "Think we're okay, Madman. Doesn't seem to be any damade to anything back here."

[TAC1] "Madman" Matto says, "Jester, Madman, naucon sputtered. Systems are back up now. Falling back to second proximity."

Matto cuts off comm imput for the moment and calls back, "Everyone okay back there?"

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Jester, Madman, naucon sputtered. Systems are back up now. Falling back to second proximity."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Acknowledged, Shadow. Madman, I'm standing by."

Sen readjusts the lay of the straps over her shoulders. "Still concious. May I suggest we move this party along? The less this little ship is out in this electrical field the better. If that means a few little extra bumps, then so be it. Just get me to the damage, so we can do an accurate site rep, Lieutenant." Electromagnetic fields makes the Captain grumpy, apparently.

Crybaby already gave her report to the pilot so she simply gives a thums-up to him, letting that be all the addition she gives since nothing's changed in the few seconds since she did.

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Matto] "Right, then. Let's try this again," Kisseus begins, adventurous, creeping a little further out from the larger vessel the further south of carom he lets the Foxbat drift, mentally checking off the deck as they pass, then tapping in a forward vector and engaging it to bring them closer to the most damaged section at an oblique angle.

"Fine, Lieutenant." Kappel answers Matto. He's got his back twisted slightly, looking out the viewport to see what he can see until such time as they can climb out, or otherwise get closer.

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Nike] The damaged portion of the ship's hull is still venting various environmental gases out into space. The fire's long gone, though the fringes of a scorchmark from the blast impact and resulting electrical mess can barely be glimpsed. In addition, fragments of some kind of shrapnel are drifting away from the blast location; one of them thumps Jester's viper mid-strafe. Each piece is about as big as a chair.

"We're moving into position," Kisseus raises his voice to be heard by the snipes in back, "Engaging preliminary decompression on my mark," he informs them, just in case they took off their helmets or something and need to holler at him not to. If he hears no objection, "Mark," he calls, and unlocks the failsafes before setting environmental systems to vent.

[Wolf-18 'SHADOW': Absalom] A slow barrell roll is done by Absalom as he keeps his distance from Kharon and Jester. From his vantage point he has a spectacular view of the damage done to Kharon, and he shakes his head a little, silent for now. His eyes dart to his DRADIS for a moment, then back to the hole in the carrier.

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] Wolf-4 rides slow and easy until he's not, thanks to former chunks of the Kharon impacting his ride. Jester narrows his eyes and peers over at the ship while swinging farther out, hopefully taking him away from the danger area.

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Zeus' thunderbolts. Madman, Jester. Is all that what I think it is?"

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Survey wing, Kharon. Report."

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Nike] DRADIS is still clear. The scanner pings every two seconds, showing three contacts total, all green and very Colonial.
[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, we're positioned at proximity to the damage, and are currently decompressing in preparation for further visual survey of the damage."

[Into the Wireless] Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, we're positioned at proximity to the damage, and are currently decompressing in preparation for further visual survey of the damage."

Sen unclips from her seat when they're close, steadying herself in the cabin by a well placed hand as she slips forward to get a better look at what they're dealing with. Her eyes quicly scan what damage she can.
"Nothing looks like it's going to explode in the near future. Go ahead and radio back, Lieutenant, that my opinion is the Kharon can go ahead and dock with Ragnar and we'll do our space walk from there."

"Yes, sir," Kissy calls back, having turned his head to attend to the Engineer. He turns back and resumes comms.

Kappel is looking carefully out the viewport now. He's got the department's high-tech digital camera, taking a few zoomed shots through the fake glass that they can lay out later and start hammering their repair plans from for now. "Bizarre. Can we get our hands on any of those shrapnel pieces before we head in?"

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman— Captain Eos is recommending that Kharon dock with Ragnar. She says that they'll be able to do the external repairs from the dock."

[Into the Wireless] Matto says, "Kharon, Madman— Captain Eos is recommending that Kharon dock with Ragnar. She says that they'll be able to do the external repairs from the dock."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Madman, were you able to determine the cause of the damage?"

Matto twists his neck to glance back toward the snipes. "Kharon's asking about the cause of the damage. Any notions?" Kissy's got no clue. One explosion leaves about the same kind of mark as another, as far as he can tell.

Sen leans over Matto's seat. "Impact with foreign explosive object." Sen's eyes narrow, "No telling what, at this point unless we can collect enough of those fragments to piece it back together or see something similar."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. There's some sort of blinking device about five hundred feet off to your portside. Looks like a depth charge device. Madman, Jester, hold position, its not moving at the moment, but, that might change."

Not having gotten an answer, Kappel is about to ask again when he hears that over tac, back straightening. "The hell?"

<OOC> Kitty says, "Back. Sorry about that. RL aggroed."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Shadow, this is Kharon. Acknowledged. Madman, think your backseater might be
able to disable it remotely?"

Kitty looks a bit surprised but she nods. "Go ahead and tell him that I think I can."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. It looks like if you maneuver very carefully you might be able to get around it, but, I might be able to buy you some more room."

[TAC3] (from "Madman" Matto) "Kharon, Madman. Impact with a foreign explosive object," Kisseus replies over comms, the words a little stilted, as though having been repeated verbatim from someone else. "Crybaby's giving me the affirmative there, Kharom."

[Into the Wireless] "Kharon, Madman. Impact with a foreign explosive object," Kisseus replies over comms, the words a little stilted, as though having been repeated verbatim from someone else. "Crybaby's giving me the affirmative there, Kharom."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Jester, Shadow. What's your plan? We're an element."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Shadow, Jester. What's your plan? We're an element."

Sen eases back a little bit from the viewpoint as if she's afraid this plan might back fire. Horribly. "It's my opinion those things are there for a reason. Disabling them might prove more dangerous then just…steering around." Sen looks over her shoulder at Kappel. "I don't know if the shrapnel will be any use, but likely some was blown into the Kharon itself, which will be easier to retrieve."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Jester, Shadow. I figure I get close enough and then retro backwards away from it, it ought to drag along in my gravitational wake as it tries to suck me into it. Might buy the Kharon a hundred meters or so of space to move, and give you folk a little more room to maneuver as well without whacking into it."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Shadow, I haven't lost any wingmen yet. You're not planning on popping my cherry, are you?"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "I aint planning on getting roasted Jester. We get it far enough away from the Barn and then we can blast it. We should probably look to make sure we're not in a swarm of them first though."

"Shrapnel will tell us what hit us," Kappel points out, albeit distractedly now with this new hullabaloo. He frowns at the reports coming in about the blinking thing, glancing at Sen and nodding. "Agreed on not touching it for the time being, not with the Kharon sitting here so close, anyway."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, reporting Captain Eos' objection to an attempt to disable the device."

[Into the Wireless] Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, reporting Captain Eos' objection to an attempt to disable the device."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Madman, Kharon. Can you elucidate?"

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, the Captain thinks an attempt to disable the device would be more dangerous than simply avoiding it."

[Into the Wireless] Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, the Captain thinks an attempt to disable the device would be more dangerous than simply avoiding it."

"Wait…" Kitty turns to face everyone, her expression worried. "They might cause a chain reaction if there are others close by. The shockwave of the explosion might be enough to trip off any others…" Frowning, she looks at the screen, trying to see if there are anymore out there.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Madman, Kharon. Understood. We'll plot a course through the field instead. Fly a close escort and call out anything we're about to hit. I don't want any more holes in the hull, I'm certain Captain Eos would agree."

Sen looks to Kitty, "If so, it would have already been done when whe hit the first one with the Kharon. If it's a space mine, the things aren't designed that way."

The raptor's sensors can't really pick out anything with all the interference going on out there.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. Moving around to starboard flank to keep an eye out for more of these buggers, with your leave Jester."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Shadow, Jester. We'll fly search pattern epsilon seven clicks out."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "This is Kharon. Gods forbid, if any of them start to move on their own towards us…please cause their combustion away from our hull, if you would be so kind."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Jester, Shadow. Copy that. You've got lead."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, I hear you. Will comply; establishing escort initiative."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Copy that. Shadow, take aft starboard, I'll fly aft port. We'll go counterclockwise. Kharon, we will escort you safely."

"We're going to be Kharon's eyes out here, Crybaby," Kisseus calls back as he taps in the initiative and initiates, the Foxbat drifting slothfully into motion again toward the fore of the Kharon. "How far can you see?"

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] Wolf-4 gingerly sprints in front of the Kharon and sways off, taking a position to port side and in front of the carrier.

As general concensus seems to fall in line with her original thinking, Sen eases back from the viewport to regain her seat for the rest of the ride to Ragnar. Meanwhile, she looks back to Kappel as she fastens back in. "First we'll get stablized. Then we'll figure out the how's and why's of everything. If you still want to analyze a piece of that shrapnel, we'll see if we can petition command to go on a fishing expedition, after things calm down and our original objective is complete."

Kitty purses her lips. "I hope so." The fact that she's not seeing any more has her worried more. "There are none that I'm finding, Kissy," she says. "It's almost like we're flying blind."

[Wolf-18 'SHADOW': Absalom] Shadow rolls his bird over as Jester sprints past, and then settles in on his wing after a few moments of catchup. He dips his nose a little to signal he's ready to initiate the search.

"I do," Kappel answers his boss. He's a mechanical guy; he takes physical evidence and pounds the hell out of it. Settling back with a slight frown on his face, he snaps another few pictures of the hull as they drift by.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Survey wing, this is Kharon. We are moving ahead at minimal sublight on my mark. Mark."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, matching speed and course at your two, ten south carom for escort. Our DRADIS is all but blind, though."

[Into the Wireless] Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, matching speed and course at your two, ten south carom for escort. Our DRADIS is all but blind, though."

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Jester, Shadow. You seeing what I'm seeing here?"

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Kharon, Shadow. You're making us nervous, what's happening?"

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Yeah. Yeah I do. Kharon, please set bearing zero zero niner, inclination four seven degrees. Six carom event horizon."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Acknowledged. Going to all stop, adjusting heading, and proceeding."

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Nike] OOC: I'm gonna skip us ahead here a little, so Engineering can do their thing, and Marines theirs. :)

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] OOC: What, you mean you don't want us to RP calling out headings for the next twenty minutes? ;)

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Nike] It's like swimming through a minefield. Which.. well, it is. Through some skilful work by the Kharon's navigators, the ship and its escort manage to dodge and weave through the obstacle course like pros. In the distance, nestled in a haze of gas and EM soup, Ragnar's anchorage itself can be made out now with its massive rings dampening electrical interference. The main docking bay, and the station itself, are intact. Time to intercept: roughly two minutes. The worst, it seems is over.

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] During this period, Wolf-4 has traversed counterclockwise from aft port to aft starboard, following the slight corkscrew path of search pattern epsilon. Though it's not broadcasted, anyone who peers into Jester's cockpit will see the pilot exhale visibly. If it weren't for his helmet, he'd probably mop his brow, too. His flight glove proves to be useful in allowing a steady grip in spite of sweaty palms.

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Shadow, Jester. I'm coming up empty."

[Wolf-18 'SHADOW': Absalom] Flying on Jester's wing the entire time is Shadow. He stays in near perfect position as he glides along silently, head turning from side to side to make sure the pair didn't miss anything in their calculations and transmissions to Kharon.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Jester, Shadow. Copy that. I'm getting near bingo fuel as well."

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Matto] Foxbat-4 doesn't run out to scout like the vipers, but keeps on a course directly preceding Kharon's, treading the ground ahead of time, as it were, just as a safety precaution.

With her eyes straight ahead, there's no way that Kitty can call out any mines that can be seen out of viewports or whatever and she's still not picking up ay on the DRADIS, making for a quiet Kitty except for the occsional update.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Survey wing, this is Kharon. RTB. We are going to commence docking procedures."

Sen is double checking the seams of suit, getting ready for the EVA walk they're about to take. She's tried her damnedest not to look out the viewport nervously as both they and the Kharon behind them navigated the veritable mine field. This is /not/ how she wanted to spend her honeymoon. "Ready to dock and get out and take a look?" She asks of Kappel, despite her apprehension, there's a hint of excitement in her eyes, likely because she gets to play with some of her favorite toys.

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, I hear you. Scrambling RTB."

[TAC3] "Jester" Xanthus says, "Kharon, Jester. On RTB vector."

Kappel is marshmellow'd up, yo. All they need are graham crackers and chocolate up in here. "Ready on your mark, sir." He's got his toolkit. And oxygen. That's important.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. Following Jester to the Barn."

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Madman, belay that. Vipers RTB, the Raptor will be remaining out to commence repairs on the outer hull."

[TAC3] "Madman" Matto says, "Kharon, Madman, wilco. Returning to primary diagnostic proximity coordinates."

[Wolf-4 'JESTER': Xanthus] Wolf-4 gracefully swings around and heads for the hangar bays, taking it slow, but proceeding in for landing none-the-less.

[Wolf-18 'SHADOW': Absalom] Again, continuing in the theme of following, Wolf-18 lines up for landing a couple of klicks behind Jester, and moves in to land once the deck is clear for him.

[Foxbat-4 'MADMAN': Matto] Foxbat-4, true to its bunny's word, peels off of its escort trajectory and comes around back to where it started, near the brunt of the damage.

Yep, it's a big (well, not too big, maybe five feet in diameter) hole in the ship. It's still kind of charred and crumpled from the impact of the depth charge, and there's almost certainly fragments of the thing inside the ship. The deck's been sealed off by now and depressurised, so all that's left to do is fix it up.

"It's amazing that there wasn't more damage," Kitty breathes to herself, perhaps having caught sight of the damaged hull on a pass.

Sen calls up to Matto. "Alright, Lieutenant. Bring us as close as you can, and we'll go out on safety lines and try and stabalize what we can. We should be able to secure a breach of this size today, but we'll have to make sure we're not leaking or shorting anything vital. While we're putzing, see if you can snag any of that shrapnel with your tow cable for my inquisitive snipe here. Commence depressurization for debarkation, if you will."

"Alright, Captain," Kisseus calls back, "Hook onto the lines and then I'll open the doors for you," he tells them, setting the Foxbat to hover sideways moderately more close by the moment, taking it slow, not wanting to tear up his paint job any more than he already has. "Crybaby, I hope you like fishing. Deploy the towlines and see if you can get a nibble, yah?"

Kappel smirks inside his helmet. Omnomnom shrapnel. He gets his gear together as the Raptor crew lurks closer to the scene of thr crime.

Kitty nods. "Yes sir." She engages the towline first and makes with the fishing, carefully maneuvering it about. "Hope we get something worthwhile."

Sen secures to the Foxbat itself, then of course she makes sure that Kappel and the equipment is hooked on as well. Mother hen? Perhaps. Or she's just careful about keeping the Engineering accident ration low. She gives the go ahead to Kisseus, and when the doors open, she pushes off, using that little bit of propulsion to push her towards the busted hull of the Kharon. Her voice is tinny over the comms as she floats into the black. "It's like being in a giant bathtub. Alright. Looks like we're venting a little fluid. Could be water, could be tylium. Could be a waste line. Let's identify and close it off. We can re-route it later."

Matto keeps an eye on Kharon's position, keeping relative position at all times. For his part, there's not much else to do but sit back and make sure all Raptor systems are still green in case they need to reel in the snipes and bug out.

Time to roll. Kappel gets up and out of his belt, exchanging one security blanket for another. Once Sen's on her way he follows out the back of the bird, line let slacken a little bit to give him room before he wraps his wrist around part of it. Drifting after her, he makes his way through the black to check this venting she's talking about.

After some time, the important repairs are done with Sen and Kappel working in tandem to secure all the immediate hazzards. The hull patch itself was a collaborative effort from other engineers within the ship, and eventually the hole is plugged. It's not perfect, but it will hold for the time being. Duct tape and twine. That joke is getting closer and closer to the truth. A long handful of hours later, Sen finally calls for them to be reeled back in, one more passenger heavy as the Raptor crew was successful in picking up a piece of the shrapnel that started this whole mess. When the door finally closes and the cabin is repressurized, Sen slumps in her seat. "Back home at your leisure, Lieutenant." Comes the tired request.

"Home it is," Kisseus calls back, and, after the requisite chatter with CIC, that's where they go.

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