<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015179#pid2015179"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">Iona Knutesdottir<br/>
</span></a>The St. Anne / Bridge / Space Plus<br/>Morning Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/>Pride filled her chest and banished the weary mien from her face.  Crew could either follow orders or they could be shipmates.  Crew did what they were told, more or less, and nothing more.  They worked to the task and the hours only and rarely anticipated the next command or worked to carry it out ahead of time.  Shipmates worked their jobs and the job behind, in front of, and beside theirs and didn't need to be told what to do except in the most general terms.  Shipmates looked out for one another and when extraordinary situations arose they stepped forward without hesitation.  Every woman and man on the bridge had just proven to Iona, to the St. Anne, that they were worthy of the term.  Sometimes she marvelled at her good fortune.<br/><br/>"I'll bring us closer then we'll all board and conduct a survey.  I don't like leaving the St. Anne without a watchstander but we're short handed and there's nothing around.  Still, we'll take the Annie and the other shuttle that someone," she looked at Donovan and didn't quite hide a smile, "seems to have acquired.  Gives us a backup for life support and transport."<br/><br/>"Doctor Khan, whatever you need and a duplicate kit.  I'll carry it.  Donovan, whatever you think we need to be cautious and kit Thomyris out the same way.  Jin-Lai, I'd really appreciate you bringing whatever smells so good up here for all of us before we leave and then I want you to grab an engineering and damage control toolkit and bring them up here.  Oh, and everyone grab a survival bubble too."  They'd be heavily loaded but other than bulk that wouldn't be a problem in micro-g.<br/><br/>"One hour," she said and went to the helm to begin moving the St. Anne closer to the hulk.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"Jane's says she is a<a class="link link--external" href="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fracturedspace/images/d/d7/Superlifter.png/revision/latest?cb=20161007224426" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ticonderoga class assault ship.</a>No definite hull number but they were laid down three centuries ago and they don't list any still in service."  Iona had oriented the St. Anne upside down relative to the hulk with her bow pointed away from her to simplify emergency maneuvering.  "Decent legs but she was dependent on the fleet for under way resupply and refueling.  Could carry a full regiment," she looked at Donovan to expound on that information before continuing.<br/><br/>"I don't see any visible damage but she's cold and has been cold for a long time.  She's dead in space.  If there's anyone on board they're dead too," a somber tone in her voice.<br/><br/>"Boarding an abandoned ship is spooky, I won't kid you about that.  The St. Anne is alive now but she wasn't when I went aboard.  You start to think you see things, things that aren't there, and it is a primal sort of dread that fills you."  A hand on the captain's chair anchored her as she addressed the reassembled crew.  "We stay calm, we talk it out, and we stay together after we anchor the shuttles and rendezvous at the entry point."<br/><br/>On the view of the ship two green circles appeared, labeling their landing locations.  They were both forward of the engine room and one quarter of the circumference away from each other.  A red triangle marked where they would enter, a cargo hold plate that was designed to be manually removed to allow a working party entry into the ship.  Recessed anti-personnel cannons guarded it but they were retracted, if they were even still present in the blisters, and with no power they would be inactive.<br/><br/>"It should manually retract but we can use the drill to run the crank.  I'd rather not use the e-power cells and risk waking those," her finger tapped the guns.<br/><br/>"I've uploaded what schematics Jane's had to your pads, but they were extensively modified post-war.  Still it gives us some general idea of the layout.  We'll want to work forward towards the bridge and let Thomyris see what she can recover from the logs."<br/><br/>"Salvage law says that if she was a flagged military vessel when she went dead, she still belongs to that government or their successor under whatever terms of treaty they had if they lost.  Bottom line is zero for us.  Officially."  The crew of the St. Anne proved they didn't always follow the rules.<br/><br/>"Otherwise, she's ours under open salvage.  We may have to dicker with the company that paid her off if she was insured but they may not even still be around.  I can't find any records suggesting who this ship is or who sailed her.  It's damned odd."<br/><br/>"Questions?  If not let's board up and transit over."