Incommunicado – Finding the Boundry
by Commander Richard Dunham & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
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The two fighters banked slightly as they broke formation from the rest of the squad. They glided away at delicate right angle, before hitting their thrusters and shooting off into a tale loop spin towards their destination. The hulls of both Razor Interceptors glinted with twinkle of starlight, each was an image of aerial grace and deadly predatory nature. But this was not a hunt. The two fighters were searching for lost comrades. They had been out of communication for three minutes, this was not out of the ordinary....it was the fact that everything else in that area of space wasn’t transmitting any communication either.
Weary of the situation and not wanting to lose another pilot Rick was in constant communication with his wing man. =^= Knight one to Knight two. You getting anything on your sensors? =^= Ricks fingers delicately dashed across the touch screen LCARS display of his own flight control systems to see if he could get any readings as well. The two fighters continued to soar through the inky black of space.
=^="No Sir,"=^= the reply over the radio was crackly. Then Lt William "Rowdy" Redbrooke opened the radio again, puzzlement in his voice, =^=I'm not getting sensor readings at all"
Rick frowned, not that you could see it through the tinted visor of his space suite. He's right, thought Rick to himself as he brought up the data on his screen in front of him. He pressed some buttons and flicked some switches. =^= transfer reserve power to sensors see if we can boost the signal "=^=
A few moments later came the reply. =^="I'm putting everything through the sensors, I think i got a blip at 28.5 mark 102.9, but then everything went out agin. You?"=^= Rowdy replied
=^= I don't like this =^= mumbled rick more to himself rather than the wing man on the other side of the open communication link. Now he was thinking out loud =^= if we could create some sort of gravatic pulse wave through sub-space maybe we could use it to locate our wayward fighters, like old sonar and submarines? " =^=
=^="yes Sir, rerouting power now."=^= There was a moments pause, and then on Dunham sensors the gravitic wave could be seen clearly spreading out from the razor interceptor. Just as it reached the limit of the sensor, the CAG saw two blips appear on his screen
=^= Ok I got them, Mark 0.196 by Mark 2.134. go in slow but have your weapons ready....=^= this was easier than it sounded, without sensors their fighters weapons would not target and it would have to be done manually.
The two ships turned together to the new headings, gliding at half impulse towards the two missing ships. Nothing new showed on the improvised 'sonar' and soon the two other fighters came into visual distance. Without being told, Rowdy broke off to starboard, so the two pilots could flank the target vessels. =^="knight Two to Saracen One, come in."=^=
Over comms, Rowdy's voice was broken and feint, but just about audible. There was no reply. =^="What do you think, boss?"=^=
=^= We need to make eyeball. Switch to thrusters only and come up along side them, see if you can spot anything through the glass of their cockpit =^= He paused as he had a thought =^= Lets use the lights on our wings as morse code so we can stay in touch =^=
=^="Roger that,"=^= the light from the Interceptor's impulse engine dimmed, and the two ships coasted towards the drfiting ships.
They had to get almost wing tip to wing tip to see into the cockpits of the stricken fighters. Rick twisted in his seat, peering through layers of transparent aluminium.
The Visor of his suite had its own built in magnification system, but Rick still had press his head against the canopy window to peer across into the other fighter....which was empty. Both of them were completely empty, with no trace of the pilots at all, no signs of a struggle or battle damage, they were just gone. ~That can’t be right ~ thought Rick to himself when something ominous went ‘ping’ on his jury rigged sonar device. He hailed his wingman but only got static. He could see he was by the other fighter craft, so Rick flashed him with his lights in morse code, basically saying ‘break and run’
There was a flash of acknowledgment, in return. Then Rick's sonar pinged again. Closer than before, bearing towards the two craft.
Rick hit his engines to max thrust, when clearing the fighters but remaining in the direction he was going he flipped the ship to face back they way he had been, giving him the sensation of going backwards, he then let rip with a spread of micro torpedoes to cover their escape. Both fighters put 'peddle to the metal' as they accelerated full speed back to deep space five.
OFF:
CAG Squadron Leader
Lieutenant Commander Richard Dunham
&
Pilot/Wingman
Lieutenant William "Rowdy" Redbrooke
NPC'd by Notty
by Commander Richard Dunham & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
Post Details
| Title | Finding the Boundry | |
| Mission | Incommunicado | |
| Author(s) | Commander Richard Dunham & Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin | |
| Posted | Mon Apr 16, 2012 @ 7:31am | |
| Location | DS5 'Air' Space | |
| Timeline | SD57 10:45 |
The two fighters banked slightly as they broke formation from the rest of the squad. They glided away at delicate right angle, before hitting their thrusters and shooting off into a tale loop spin towards their destination. The hulls of both Razor Interceptors glinted with twinkle of starlight, each was an image of aerial grace and deadly predatory nature. But this was not a hunt. The two fighters were searching for lost comrades. They had been out of communication for three minutes, this was not out of the ordinary....it was the fact that everything else in that area of space wasn’t transmitting any communication either.
Weary of the situation and not wanting to lose another pilot Rick was in constant communication with his wing man. =^= Knight one to Knight two. You getting anything on your sensors? =^= Ricks fingers delicately dashed across the touch screen LCARS display of his own flight control systems to see if he could get any readings as well. The two fighters continued to soar through the inky black of space.
=^="No Sir,"=^= the reply over the radio was crackly. Then Lt William "Rowdy" Redbrooke opened the radio again, puzzlement in his voice, =^=I'm not getting sensor readings at all"
Rick frowned, not that you could see it through the tinted visor of his space suite. He's right, thought Rick to himself as he brought up the data on his screen in front of him. He pressed some buttons and flicked some switches. =^= transfer reserve power to sensors see if we can boost the signal "=^=
A few moments later came the reply. =^="I'm putting everything through the sensors, I think i got a blip at 28.5 mark 102.9, but then everything went out agin. You?"=^= Rowdy replied
=^= I don't like this =^= mumbled rick more to himself rather than the wing man on the other side of the open communication link. Now he was thinking out loud =^= if we could create some sort of gravatic pulse wave through sub-space maybe we could use it to locate our wayward fighters, like old sonar and submarines? " =^=
=^="yes Sir, rerouting power now."=^= There was a moments pause, and then on Dunham sensors the gravitic wave could be seen clearly spreading out from the razor interceptor. Just as it reached the limit of the sensor, the CAG saw two blips appear on his screen
=^= Ok I got them, Mark 0.196 by Mark 2.134. go in slow but have your weapons ready....=^= this was easier than it sounded, without sensors their fighters weapons would not target and it would have to be done manually.
The two ships turned together to the new headings, gliding at half impulse towards the two missing ships. Nothing new showed on the improvised 'sonar' and soon the two other fighters came into visual distance. Without being told, Rowdy broke off to starboard, so the two pilots could flank the target vessels. =^="knight Two to Saracen One, come in."=^=
Over comms, Rowdy's voice was broken and feint, but just about audible. There was no reply. =^="What do you think, boss?"=^=
=^= We need to make eyeball. Switch to thrusters only and come up along side them, see if you can spot anything through the glass of their cockpit =^= He paused as he had a thought =^= Lets use the lights on our wings as morse code so we can stay in touch =^=
=^="Roger that,"=^= the light from the Interceptor's impulse engine dimmed, and the two ships coasted towards the drfiting ships.
They had to get almost wing tip to wing tip to see into the cockpits of the stricken fighters. Rick twisted in his seat, peering through layers of transparent aluminium.
The Visor of his suite had its own built in magnification system, but Rick still had press his head against the canopy window to peer across into the other fighter....which was empty. Both of them were completely empty, with no trace of the pilots at all, no signs of a struggle or battle damage, they were just gone. ~That can’t be right ~ thought Rick to himself when something ominous went ‘ping’ on his jury rigged sonar device. He hailed his wingman but only got static. He could see he was by the other fighter craft, so Rick flashed him with his lights in morse code, basically saying ‘break and run’
There was a flash of acknowledgment, in return. Then Rick's sonar pinged again. Closer than before, bearing towards the two craft.
Rick hit his engines to max thrust, when clearing the fighters but remaining in the direction he was going he flipped the ship to face back they way he had been, giving him the sensation of going backwards, he then let rip with a spread of micro torpedoes to cover their escape. Both fighters put 'peddle to the metal' as they accelerated full speed back to deep space five.
OFF:
CAG Squadron Leader
Lieutenant Commander Richard Dunham
&
Pilot/Wingman
Lieutenant William "Rowdy" Redbrooke
NPC'd by Notty