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Scott eyed him carefully, then opened the door with the push of a button. Three heavily armed guards waited on the other side. Their gun's weren't level, but it was obvious they were ready to be.
The Captain turned around, "Mission Report, who is this?" He asked, gesturing at Jack.
Let me rephrase, his computer crashed and won't let him post or get on DA. I shall save his @ss for the time being.
IC: "The power console had a warning on it, probably from the diagnostics he ran. Sir, unless we can get an SOS our, we're trapped." I rub the back of my neck, "Not to mention that the wild life is finding their way into the ship."
"I've been working on an SOS signal for some time. We can get it assembled with various supplies around the ship," The Captain held up some sort of data chip. "Then this will get it running."
"What kind of wildlife are we talking about?"
OOC: Thats... Odd... How do you know if he can't post or get on DA?
"Right now, small ocelot like creatures, a few small snakes, and rats. However, I could hear larger things trying to get in while we were in the power room. Simply put, if we're to rely on the automated defenses, we need to get the main routing back up or the planet will kill us long before anything else does.
The Captain swore and looked out the bridge's windshield at a darkening sky.
"We can try and assemble the SOS or fix the main routing. If we focus on one the other will have to wait for probably about a day. If we do both at the same time, we're pushing our luck."
[Blaze knocks on door.]
"Are you gentlemen expecting anybody?" The captain asks the group as security guards slowly approach the door.
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 1/26/2013 10:33 PM PST
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