ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko pulls his survival radio, flipping through channels, listening for Aesthian Marine chatter.

He looks between the hole in the hull and the radio.

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[Qwepir]

Jaakko pulls his survival radio, flipping through channels, listening for Aesthian Marine chatter.

He looks between the hole in the hull and the radio.

It sounds like the Imperials were entirely unprepared for an entire platoon of marines to drop right on top of them, as the Aesthians are reporting success after success. A fireteam runs past the hole, and one of their members notices you.
: Hey, you! What are you doing out there? The rest of your squad is almost to the bridge, get in here!

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko stands up and realizes he's probably got bruised ribs.

"Already?" he asks.

He follows the marine, grumbling as he notices that it hurts to breathe in.

[Qwepir]

Jaakko stands up and realizes he's probably got bruised ribs.

"Already?" he asks.

He follows the marine, grumbling as he notices that it hurts to breathe in.

He leads you through the ship, towards the bridge.
: Heh, yeah. It's almost like they weren't expecting to be boarded a kilometer off the ground!

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko saves his breath.

"Kommadant?" he asks the soldier, "-That is, where is he?"

[Qwepir]

Walt turns to the Hyperion and lines up to fire one last PPC shot

You line up on the fleeing craft.

"AWACS, are you picking up any more enemy communications?"

: Yes, it sounds like they're mustering another force to try to scuttle the Pertinax. Expect strike planes.

The HDR's deflagrating effect finally ceases to eat away at Tempest's plane.

Jaakko saves his breath.
"Kommadant?" he asks the soldier.

: He'll be there.

As you approach the bridge, it sounds like there's some sort of physical altercation going down inside.
: Sounds like they're already inside. Hurry up, flyboy.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko pockets his weapon and heads inside.

[Operator¹]

Ellie goes to the AWACS to resupply, with HSMs.

[Badger]

Walt Fires his PPC at the back of the Hyperion, anticipating a hit and hopeful explosion.

"I want you so badly on my kill count"

[Qwepir]

Walt Fires his PPC at the back of the Hyperion, anticipating a hit and hopeful explosion.

"I want you so badly on my kill count"

PPC accuracy 60
Experience provides bonus of 3
Missile range provides no bonus or penalty
Medium target provides no bonus or penalty
Aimed shot provides bonus of 20
Evasive action provides penalty of 20
Test taken at 63
Roll: 62 - success
Result: 1 hit to Right Rear Quarter
You hit it in the engine, and it keeps trying to escape while moving erratically. Additionally, your PPC has now overheated.

Everyone else begins moving to resupply.

Jaakko pockets his weapon and heads inside.

: Virvel! Virvel! She's dead!

Virvel stands up, combat knife in hand, over the very much stabbed to death captain of the destroyer.
: Oh yeah, I guess she is. The way she was still moving, I thought-

She notices you enter the bridge with the Marines.
: Hold on, am I actually hallucinating?
: What are you talking-

He follows her gaze to you.
: -about.

An awkward silence (at least, as silent as it can get with the alarm blaring) befalls the room.

[Badger]

"The tin can lives another day, I'll resupply on another 10 HSM but I'm last in que as usual. I'm fine using my cannons on these strike craft."

Walt notices his PPC has overheated, and feels the heat begin to penetrate the armoured roosterpit

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Thank the Gods!" Jaakko shrills.

He takes off his helmet and looks at the mess.

"So you've brutalized the person that snagged me. Great," Jaakko remarks sarcastically, "Was I snagged before or after you gutted helmsmen?"

The mess and the acrid ferric smell of blood make Jaakko sick. He pants, painfully.

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy attempts to radio Kommandants on board the Pertinax.

"Mjolnir here. Its possible we'll have strike planes inbound in an attempt to scuttle the Pertinax. We'll fight em off the best we can. Whatever it is you're there to do its time to haul ass to decrease the chances of a scuttling."

[Qwepir]

"Thank the Gods!" Jaakko shrills.

He takes off his helmet and looks at the mess.

"So you've brutalized the person that snagged me. Great," Jaakko remarks sarcastically, "Was I snagged before or after you gutted helmsmen?"

The mess and the acrid ferric smell of blood make Jaakko sick. He pants, painfully.

Kommandant starts to respond, but cuts himself off to listen to Tippy.
: The helmsman's fine, he surrendered like a good little coward.

She points with her knife to where the bridge crew is, in a corner with their hands on their heads, being watched over by two Marines.
: I don't know if we're all just trying to avoid this question, but how did he get here?

Tippy attempts to radio Kommandants on board the Pertinax.

"Mjolnir here. Its possible we'll have strike planes inbound in an attempt to scuttle the Pertinax. We'll fight em off the best we can. Whatever it is you're there to do its time to haul ass to decrease the chances of a scuttling."

: Thanks for the heads up. You'll have to cover us til we reach the allied battlegroup.

[CypherX]

Gus heads for resupply.