The old forgotten song. Played on a cheap device. At least until the beeping indicated it was out of power. "Worthless this is why I don't buy from that Prick ▓▓▓▓ he always ▓▓▓▓ me ▓▓▓▓ . Evelyn turned from the sink. "What did you say sir?" she asked politely. "Are you ▓▓▓▓ing me. you know I don't tolerate that you little ▓▓▓▓ just like your mo▓▓▓▓ . I should have let ▓▓▓▓ kill you. " he leaned in stroking her cheek. " Instead you're being taken to the bottom into the ▓▓▓▓ of the ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ and it'll be less gentle. hehehe" he snickered in her ear as their house exploded and something gripped her leg pulling her down as water filled her lungs she struggled against the darkness

Evelyn thrashed weakly as she was awoken inside the metal coffin. Her body panicked believing it was drowning . She struggled feebly unable to fight back still only half conscious trying to gasp for air.
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Sharik shook her head and muttered under her breath with a slight sigh, "Probably would have been better to, at least, wait for the gravity to come back on..."  But the button had been pushed.  And the occupant was waking up apparently.  She tried to signal their Aslani engineer over the common crew channel, "++Khea, hold for a moment.  The cryotube is opening - and the occupant is awake, but disoriented...++"  Which, of course, meant that altering the gravity right at that moment might not be ideal.

The diminutive socialite shook her head partly in bemusement at the situation and partly in disbelief at the random absurdity of it all.  But then her reverie was broken by necessity, Shar tried to pry open the top of the cryotube clamshell to get to the young woman inside.  With the gravity off, even her weak thrashing could have some rather strange and dire consequences.  Besides, she wasn't too sure about standard waking procedures from cold sleep, but the woman did seem to be in distress - which didn't strike her as completely normal.

She pushed her gloved hand closer to the chest of the weakly-thrashing young lady.  "It's okay," she soothed, her voice made slightly tinny by her helmet speakers, "You are just waking up from a long cold sleep and are likely disoriented.  Just focus on my voice."  She tried to keep her tone even and calm, no matter how worried she might be, "Try to breathe normally.  There is likely some nausea and muscle atrophy and fatigue.  Just try to relax..."  Even if that was easier said than done.  "There may also be some light sensitivity," the auburn-haired ex-operative warned, "So, you may want to keep your eyes closed for a bit.  Just follow my voice..."  It was just a suggestion, but one with some basis.  She tried to remember all of the procedures when waking from cold watch those many years ago.  It wasn't the most pleasant of memories (in fact, Shar pretty much hated her single stint on cold watch with the IN) - but it was fully applicable here.

With little training, and even less medical gear.  The steadying hand and voice was the bulk of what Sharik could offer the young lady at this moment.  Hopefully, it would be enough...
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Sam continued to brace the cryo tube, so Sharik could concentrate on getting the occupant out.

On private Comms to Sharik she said "Once shes out are you happy to take her aboard, or do you want help? If youre okay alone, I'll continue on here"

Evelyn tried to force herself to be calm as she heard voices. They were muddy and and muffled. But she couldn't be drowning. She kept her eyes closed slowly breathing despite her racing heart. She didn't know where she was but she knew she'd get answers if she was patient.

She tried to speak but her throat was raspy. And painful so she stayed quiet and tried to gather her thoughts. She wasn't at home in bed that was sure and certain.

Khea has completely shut off the gravity. Presumably, if she pushes the button again, it will come back up, but she has no way of knowing if the gravity fluctuation would resume.

- So, let's proceed with exploration of the Pyramid, - Serge addressed to Vonon.

"You opened the cold berth? Do you know the death rate of those things?"
Whatever, that is not my concern. The gravity is off and I prefer it to keep it that way. I assume this affects the outside of the ship, too? That way no more ships will be pulled from jumpspace and the ships is ours.

Can someone check if the robot we found is floating, too? If yes we might want to risk to salvage it now.

Though her Aslani shipmate could hardly see it, Shar simply shrugged when admonished about the opened cryotube.  It wasn't her fault that the awakening sequence had been kicked off.  She didn't press the green button.  And hell, for that matter, it was quite possible that moving the tube had triggered some other pre-programmed sequence or protocol.  It was all water under the bridge anyways.

With one hand resting upon the arm of Evelyn, Sharik prompted Sam, "We are going to need to get her something more appropriate to wear."  The scout ship had to have something in it.  "If you can find the ship's locker," the diminutive ex-scout noted, "there should be a spare vacc suit in it."  Assuming, of course, that Serge hadn't had to co-opt it recently for some other purpose.  Or the mysterious lanthenum thieves weren't also vacc suit thieves as well.

She turned her attention back to the open cryotube and the awakening woman within, "Hang on." she soothed, "Rest for a moment and recover your strength while we look for a suit for you."  With a light smile on her face, visible through the face shield of her own tailored vacc suit, Shar introduced herself, "I'm Sharik..."

Sam reached into the bum bag she had over her suit and pulled out an Emergency Soft Suit "This should do for now, yeah?" she handed it off to Sharik.

Evelyn was around a group of strangers apparently and her head felt like her memories and thoughts had been put in a mixer and filled with alcohol and milk . She wanted to throw up but forced herself to not. Though she doubted there was anything in her stomach to throw up. "Ev... Evelyn...Dupont.... maintenance." she answered as she tried to relax and let her mind settle into place.

Sharik gave the Longshot's pilot a thumbs-up and a wink, acknowledging that the emergency suit was perfect for the given situation.  The lithe ex-operative hooked a foot on one of the holds off the tube to brace herself, while she kept her other hand on Eveyln.  "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Dupont." Shar noted easily and evenly, "Let's get you into an emergency suit.  The gravity is off."  Though the cosmopoliton socialite didn't say how or why that might be.

"Go easy." she coached, "Here.  Let me help you up..."  Moving her hand to behind the young woman's neck, Sharik moved to help Evelyn rise.  Disorientation after cold sleep was common.  So, was disorientation in zero-g.  Having both conditions simultaneously only convoluted things and made them worse potentially.

Sharik motioned to Sam to come in closer and help get Evelyn suited up.  Getting the young lady back to the Longshot would probably be the next step; the woman was in no shape to go exploring.  Hell, she probably didn't even know where she was - hence the "maintenance" moniker.

Each of the corners had a robot storage compartment. All four of them are resting on the floor now.


You've now searched the whole ship. Now that you know what to look for, you find the missing lanthanum in a compartment in one of the rooms... that looks like it's a lab of some sort. Unfortunately, the lanthanum is in no condition to be put back on the Scout ship. It was apparently just pulled off and lumped together.


Since there's no reason for the other ship's crew to stay on their ship at the moment, they make their way over to the Long Shot.

Walter, Valeska and Kaengarr greet the newcomers: Morgan Randolph, Brayln Adone, and Verner Rask.

With help she got changed into an outfit. "Where am I? Everything is jumbled. " she said her voice hoarse .  She began looking around her surroundings slowly. Something had happened. She was pretty sure she didn't crawl into that tin can for some beauty sleep. Come to think of it. Why had she been in there. If there had been some big disaster she thought she'd have welcomed it with open arms. Of course she wasn't going to say "Hi I'm Evelyn I suffer from depression and occasionally suicidal impulses." especially not to strangers.

Sam helps Sharik get Evelyn on board the Long shot, "Youre on board the Long Shot. We'll get you to the med bay so you can get checked out. We'll take things from there, hmmm?" she says trying to keep her voice calm and re-assuring.

ooc
We got anyone whose still active whose a better Medic than Sam (Medic 0 Edu +0)? Pablo? walter?

"Get her to sickbay so the Doc can take a look." Walter said as the group came aboard. "Get freshened up and then lets see about getting out of here."

OOC:I might have missed the memo but I think Dr. Lavaud is still aboard with the Count.

The Count has Medic-1 and Vonon has Medic-1. Other than that, your resident medic is Dr. Aimee Lavaud (Medic-5).

She and Jones have mostly been keeping an eye on the Count, but his status is unchanged, so she can see Evelyn.

Other than being a bit dehydrated and having some foggy memory from the drug that was used on her, Evelyn is surprisingly fine. Her disorientation will fade as she processes her new environment.

"Long Shot... Ok... yeah. Sorry this a lot to process. I'm alive. right." she was processing her situation. Apparently she had been rescued. She'd have to deal with that later
 Right now she'd just follow their lead until she could figure out what came next. She'd have to start a new life if she still had her savings. Though if the cities were destroyed she might be broke. Well shit... Well she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

Khea only snarls when the newcomer was lead past her towards the med bay, which had a unintended comical side as at the time she was grabbing the handrail next to her rather tightly to not float away.
When she was gone Khea addressed the rest of the crew via comm

"Does anyone know the Evelyn clan? Big? Wealthy?
Thats probably too much to hope for. Still, the low berth alone might be worth a fortune. Its certainly more advanced that what we have on the ship considering how easily she woke up. The next time we pass a planet with a biosphere we need to grab some wildlife for testing.

I am more concerned about the lanthanum. The ship and everything on it appears to be dead but something must have stripped it from the scout or instructed the robots to do so.

Escorting Evelyn back to the Longshot, Sharik marvelled at the situation and the Universe at large.  In her experience, she never needed to do much more than react in many cases.  Situations always seemed to get inordinately complex all by themselves.  Some scientists had theories on the matter - calling it quantum-driven sub-primal noetic concordance or some such - and the slight-framed asian woman had read some papers on the topic at one point.  The current situation reeked of the phenomenon.  What were the chances that the four ships were here - in the middle of nowhere - purely by coincidence?  Only Infi really know.

Sharik was plenty good at compartmentalizing.  But, sometimes, things had to bleed together.  It was not only natural, but necessary.  Cross-pollination of ideas and concepts was required sometimes.  And the situation at hand, had plenty of cross-compartment bleed.

Which made Shar a touch (more) cautious than normal.  Moving between the alien ship and back to the Longshot, the auburn-haired ex-operative tried to catch a glimpse of the other ship that Walter had mentioned had arrived.  It was more than yet another complication or a simple coincidence, this was starting to get into statistical impossiblity range.  So, more information was always better than less.

"++I suspect++" the diminutive operative noted off-hand on the common crew channel, attempting to subtly correct her Aslani companion, "++that Evelyn is of the clan Dupont.++"  She continued her brainstorming on the topic of wealth, "++And if her stated station is any indication, she's unlikely to be high in the hierarchy.++"  Maintenance was generally not much higher than Sanitation.  Though, the hope that the Dupont's owned the ship still existed.  It seemed unlikely given the alien crew.  And did have the added complication that the ship could still be claimed by that family, potentially.  But, a finders fee might be involved...  Sharik smiled slightly to no one in particular.  Complicated - all by itself.

"++Kaagira and Kilgore, requesting permission to come aboard, Captain.++" Sharik intoned on the crew comms as they hit the airlock.  It was rather perfunctory, given the situation and the knowledge that Walter was well-appraised of the situation.  "++Is Dr. Lavaud able to meet us at that 'lock?++" she half-requested and half-required, again knowing that Aimee was probably already aware of the incoming patient, as well.

Sharik watched the ship's doctor work her medical magic.  The cosmopolitan socialite watched Lavaud ply her trade, hoping to pick up a few pointers as to what Shar could have done better.  But, really, she could only marvel at practiced hand that the good doctor acted with; Sharik was sure that she was missing many of the nuances that only came from an expert familiarity the spoke of years of experience.  Satisfied that Evelyn was in good hands, she simply put a reassuring hand on the recovering woman's shoulder.  "Take your time, Evelyn." she gave as comforting a smile as possible, "You're in good hands here with Dr. Lavaud, the Longshot's medical officer."

Then the ship's navigator tapped her earbud to activate it, addressing Walter over the crew channel, "++Cap'n, do you want me with you?  On the bridge?  Or back with the away team.++"  Sharik was more than willing to do any of those options, but with the additional salvage ship and crew now present, the equation of allocating the Longshot's limited personnel had likely shifted.  She sighed slightly bemused; complicated - all by itself.

After helping Evelyn to the docs, Sam excused herself and headed up to the Bridge.

AS Walter spoke, she said to him "Before we think about leaving, we should really lay claim to that sip somehow, so if anyone else gets drawn here, they know its ours. Maybe a Nav beacon as a warning and claim to other ships?"
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Letting out a long growl and looking longingly at the bulkhead where Khea suspects the pyramid ship is (but probably isn't)
"How are we supposed to lay claim to something is space? We have no way of enforcing that claim.
The best we can do is to rig the scout ship to send a claim out and leave it here, without grid we can't really take it with us anyway. But nothing would prevent anyone from entering and salvaging the ship while we are gone. We can only hope that without gravity no one else is pulled to this location.

And as far as I understand from all beings who know about this location we currently have the biggest guns which I think we should use. But I defer to the men in this matter of course.

Evelyn took a seat in the medical bay as the doctor examined her she went along with their exam answering questions while thinking about her circumstances. Who was she? No she knew her name and her history but she had Finally been freed from her past. Her dad was dead, she didn't have a job anymore. She was a leaf on the wind. Or more accurately a bubble in the ocean. Adrift. She could reinvent herself. Be whoever she wanted. A brash hothead, a seductive femmd fatale, a quirky gearhead. All sorts of masks she could hide behind.

"Well, Kheaiftouaw lets start with the dimensions of the cargo bay and see if we can squeeze the scout ship in there. Since Serge had transmitted Signal GK, we have to do our best to bring it back to where it can be repaired to have any salvage rights. If we can fit it in there, it will be easier to transport than trying to strap it to the hull. If we have to carry it that way, we need to drain its tanks into ours to help lighten the external stress." Sir Walter said, checking the fuel gauges to see how much jump fuel was left.

Thinking a bit, he scratched his chin "We may have to unload some of the cargo into the pyramid but that will serve as proof of our claim, more so since we own the cargo. We could also see about rigging up a signal beacon to help warn other vessels until it can be hauled away." Walter said as he pulled up a salvage agreement for Serge.

Sam nodded at Walters idea "That will show our claim. But not enforce it. Maybe we want to consider some enforcement options, too. I think thats more your area Pablo?"

"Its not the dimensions of the cargo hold but the size of the cargo doors that you should be worried about. They are made for cargo containers, not ships.
And straping it to the outside without proper clamps is very risky. Maybe we can temporarily weld it to the ship, but that will take time and the jump will be very complicated.

Still it would be nice to take it with us. Even damaged its worth a fortune. Or we can use it and the pilot as a reason to start negotiations with the imperium clan...