Scene #4319: What Binds Us

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Morrigan	Six minutes ago, the UEF picked up a distress call from a freighter on the edge of the Mars-Jupiter asteroid belt. Assuming a Tev freighter in distress, the UEF scrambled a recon wing. Only the ship wasn't Terran but Vasudan, and it was under attack by the Gaian Effort - a radical ecoterrorist/transhumanist group. No one's quite sure how the ship - the GVL Pesedjet - was ambushed, given that jump schedules are tightly classified, but it's not something to worry about for now. While the Vasudan Imperium is allied to the Galactic Terran Assembly, they are, technically, neutral parties to the Federation, which means assistance can be offered legitmately. Admiral Netreba's orders to the Indus Wargods are clear. Find out what the Vasudans are doing in the system, and how much support they're throwing behind Steele. When the Indus jumps in, they find the Pesedjet under attack, harried by multiple fighters like piranhas around a whale. Like the Agincourt, she's big, slow and poorly defended. The Gef fighters, outdated things which match Scimitar specifications, immediately scatter upon the arrival of the Wargods and their allies, moving to jump away. Continuing the nautical theme, a blocky transport hangs off the side of the Pesedjet, like a remora. She's been boarded.
Yulia Koslova	A distress call is a distress call, regardless of who sent it, and there's a certain obligation to stop and help if you can. Which may or may not explain how a certain Neo-Zeon !noble pilot got mixed up in this. Yulia, safely (if you can call sitting inside a metal war machine in space 'safe') ensconced inside her Jagd Doga, lets her pink haro handle cruise control for now. That way, she can concentrate on sorting out all of the blips on her viewscreen and the voices on the local radio bands. This is really the Wargods' territory, so she's going to be taking her cues from them. "Buntu?" she says aloud but off-mic, frowning at the familiar but not term. "Rose, reference that, would you? There's so much to remember and I know I'm not."
Rory White	Space ripples and tears, and the Cognizant Odyssey emerges from the distortion in a flash of rapidly decelerating metal, flickers of the Erchius-powered warp drive dying down as the FTL drives spin down. The science vessel's sporting a larger array of dish arrays and a new coating of... SOMETHING. Whatever it does, it's probably got to do with Rory's preference for Information Warfare... And the first thing she does is crank up with the information warfare indeed. The Cognizant Odyssey's broadcasts come alive with the FURY OF A THOUSAND SCREAMING SUNS, lighting up the sensor network with hundreds of UEF IFF signatures surrounding the few ships that do arrive. It's restricted to the surrounding space, because she's bouncing signals between her allies and the Odyssey's reflective coating...
Morrigan	The Gef fighters bug out with such a show of force. Some of them pop as UEF fire finds them but most of them use the bulk of the Pesedjet to jump away. That just leaves the Indus, her fighters, and the Pesedjet. There are negotiations happening, but it seems like they're at a standstill. Apries doesn't wish to risk the loss of his vessel to the noted Agincourt-stealer Sorensen - while the Odyssey can probably note that the Pesedjet's status is only worsening as she vents oxygen and reactor plasma. The damage was extensive.
Yulia Koslova	Buntu. Like Feddies or Zekes. Dur, Koslova, everyone has slang terms for the enemy... "And now the diplomat hat," Yulia murmurs to herself as she mimes putting one over her helmet. Then, putting on her business face again, she flicks a button to open a private comm back to her own support ship Philadelphia. "Koslova here. You heard all that, right? Please get a medical team scrambled asap, and take anything and everything they think they'll need. It looks pretty horrific from over here." It'll take a few minutes to get the medics suited up and on a shuttle and that shuttle launched, but it's happening.
Morrigan	Despite the conversation over the UEF net, it's an uneasy feeling to watch a shuttle full of medics prepare to dock with a ship full of heavily-armed and wary aliens. Aliens who are, technically, at war with the Federation. On the other side of the airlock, the Vasudans are giants, standing head and shoulders over a normal human, with perculiar too lanky and too wide proportions. When they speak, it is with the aid of translation software, their strange growling voices rendered into an approximation of human speech. The inside of the Pesedjet reminds one of a desert - all warm colors and desert tones. It's hot, too, maybe uncomfortably so, but that might also be a symptom of the issues with their reactor core. In a way, it's all very beautiful. As Koslova's team gets to work, however, things go wrong. Outside, opposite the Indus, a GTVA corvette jumps in. The GTCv Arethusa, Deimos-class, and her fighters immediately move in on an attack vector. The Indus and her fighters oblige them.
Rory White	The Cognizant Odyssey eventually launches a miniature vessel of its own. The Cargo Bay disgorges a small... well it VAGUELY looks like a two-sided missile, with numerous drones and packages strapped and clinging to it. One thruster fires for five seconds then cuts off, but it was enough of a burn to send the thing towards the Pesedjet's airlocks. The delivery vehicle executes another burn when it's closer, this time from retro rockets. The vehicle then switches to vectored thrust for fine control, manuevering its payload of numerous drones and supply packages towards the other airlock and requesting entry. The system even sends a transcript of what's aboard with the request. Three 'Doctor Bots' and pharmaceutical fabricators, 50 Nanobandages... the list goes on. It's a wide assortment of generally useful medical supplies... all, unfortunately, optimized for Homo Sapiens, but a lot of the basics should cross-apply. Like treating radiation burns and topical painkillers.
Yulia Koslova	Oh the stories that Doctor Schmitt and his team will have to tell when they get back. Behind their helmets' clear facemasks, the Neo-Zeon medics are very clearly human, their fitted spacesuits marked with what hopefully is a recognizable symbol for medical staff. There's a long moment of collective surprised awe from them on their first sight of the Vasudans - while they've been hauled all over the multiverse thanks to their leaders, it's not often they get to meet aliens so directly. Then, they get ahold of themselves and get to business. Boxes of medical supplies all ready to go, stacked in the shuttle's tiny hold and in any seat that wasn't holding a person on the way here. Maybe even a few that were. They'll ask where to set up and... ...then outside all heck breaks loose. Nervous glances as they catch some of what's going on, then they look to the people that they've come to help. "All right, then. Where have you set up triage?"
Morrigan	The Tevs... don't fire. And neither does the Indus' people. Oh, sure, they're dancing with each other, setting up kill shots... but no one is firing. True to the Arethusa's word, another transport sets up shop on the other side of the Pesedjet. Inside the ship, the Vasudans lead the Schmitt and his team to their triage facility. All over the room are Vasudans with radiation scarring, heavy burns, wounds from the Gef boarding team, and worse. Plenty of things for Rory's robots to work on. Some can be saved, but not all. With the Tev teams working on the ship itself, they might just save the Pesedjet. They're cordial when they run into Schmitt and his team. Funny, considering the war. Outside, conversations start up between the UEF pilots and their Tev counterparts.
Yulia Koslova	Oh thank God for miracles. Yulia is going to count this as one, anyway. The only things Doctor Schmitt and his team know about Vasudan physiology is whatever they get told here on the spot. Whether human-rated anti-rad pills and burn salves will be of any help is something they will have to ask about, but surely bandages, sutures, and splints crosses species. The types of wounds they're seeing aren't much of a shock to them, really. Living in space is dangerous, life aboard ship is dangerous, and that's even before the shooting starts...
Rory White	The Doctor bots are strange. They are mobile medical tables, literally manuevering around on wheels themselves, and their torsos sticking out the front and able to cover the entire table. Then again, the table itself can be submerged into a Healing Vat, and is capable of extruding numerous medicines and chemical mixes on comand. The Doctor Bots, however, are optimized for treating HUMANS, which the Vasudans are not. As Rory guids them from afar she loads all medical data on related species in the Odyssey's database, and requests medical information from Sorensen's crew and the local computers over wireless. Chances are... her number of simplistic Case robots will make a difference. The Nanobandages use nanites to deaden pain reception near wounds and clean areas to aid healing. If the Vasudans are at all similar to most land-based mammals or reptiles, there'll be SOME use from nanobandages in treating burns. Similarly, nanite scrubers are quickly programmed to hunt for radioactive particles in the body but ignore everything else, which should b a safe way to help with radiation poisoning... She speaks through one of the doctor bots as it applies bandages... "You're free to retain the leftovers and the doctor bots. They're programmed for human physiologgy but I'm sure there might be something useful to learn from them.... what terrible wounds.... and the ones who caused this call themselves Transhumanists?!"