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Jim read the message and said, "Hot damn!"  He jumped up from his chair, folded it us, then made his way over to his ship and passed through the airlock into the Wren class ship.  In preparation for Scartell's arrival, he dropped the upper bunk down into position so that she could clearly see he intended no hanky-panky.  She'd probably kick his lanky ass anyway, he mused with a grin.  But that wasn't going to be an issue, because his intentions were all business.  He began a pre-flight check on the ship, and began to run through the checklist.  As soon as the Dock Master arrived, he'd have the Xiurong ready to get under way.  His last act was to use the navigation computer to plot a course for St. Michael.  It would be good to see the planet again, and he hoped that it'd still be in good shape like he left it.

- Jim

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The administrator arrived at the Xiurong lugging along a bulging rucksack. She wore faded back jeans, a flannel button up shirt covering a t-shirt and a modern looking leather jacket. She knocked on the hatch.

"Hello, Mr. Duncan, ready to raise ship if you are."

-Scarlett

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Jim heard the knock and had been expecting the Dock Master's arrival.  He immediately got up and walked to the airlock to admit Scarlett.  She looked suitably casual, and he gave her a big smile.  "Welcome t' my little slice o' heaven, Miss Scarlett.  C'mon in an' git yersef settled.  I got Xiurong all primed an' ready t' skeedaddle."  He closed the hatch after her and sealed it in preparation for station departure.  "This little Wren ain't like bigger ships, ma'am", he said apologetically, "there's jest enuff room t' make do fer one crewman, and it gets a mite cozy wi' two."

Jim settled in at the pilot's seat and motioned for Scarlett to sit on the lower bunk nearby.  The Wren's cabin was indeed tiny, but it was all Jim needed by himself.  He called up the station control on his comm unit and said, ="Greenleaf Control this is Wren class freighter Xiurong in berth 9, requestin' departure clearance... permission t' undock an' be on our way.  Over."=

- Jim

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Scarlett looked around the small ship, with a not unpleased look on her face. She had seen Wren's before, and she had spent her share of time in cramp access ways around the station. It looked to be a fun adventure, she surmised as she took her place on the lower berth as Jim requested clearance from the tower. "If they don't give you a response in the next minute, let me have the comm."
-Scarlett

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Jim smiled when Scarlett mentioned using her influence, but he cautioned her saying, "Best they not know yer aboard, ma'am.  Th' fewer th' folks what know yer travellin' th' better fer us an' what we're a'fixin' t' accomplish."  It didn't take long for the controller to get back to Jim and give him clearance.

With practiced ease, Jim maneuvered the tiny ship back out of its berth into clear space, then headed out into a neutral heading to get clear of all the other traffic in the area.  With the space lane before them, Jim called Greenleaf and reported his departure, saying ="Greenleaf Control this is merchant ship Xiurong reporting clear of station traffic.  Y'all have a great day.  Over."=

With the formalities over, Jim set the little ship on its course as plotted, and engaged the drives at standard hard burn to take her at best possible speed to St. Michael.  "This little sweetie can show her heels t' jest 'bout anybody what comes a' callin'", he said to Scarlett.  "I tweaked her a mite after I got her, an' while I was still Dock Master at St. Michael, so I had access t' th' facilities.  At full hard burn she can leave an Alliance Short Range Enforcement Vessel (ASREV) in her wake if'n I kick her into gear, but I ain't a'minded t' show our hand jest yet t' every jack-a-nape that's sizin' us up as easy pickins."

The pilot got up and walked over to the tiny galley and poured himself a cup of coffee.  "Kin I offer ye a cup o' java, ma'am?"

- Jim

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Sapphire had forgotten the ordeal one had to go through every time they either left or returned to the Skyplex and today was no different. She twirled a stranded of her rainbow hair around a finger waiting for the girl to finish looking over her papers. Seriously, she did not understand what the issue was, Sapphire was returning home basically. All she wanted was to get through the infernal process, get to her newly rented quarters and have the rest of her things delivered.

Sapphire

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Oksanna stood at her immigration control booth processing the latest passenger arrivals on the deep space transport. Passengers were always a different routine than processing crew from  haulers and frieghters. Instead of burning off steam on a limited shore leave. Passengers were headed somewhere else, waiting for the next vessel to get them where they were going. They tended to be impatient and non-cooperative.

The rainbow haired woman before her at the moment was different though, she was coming home. Oksanna gave Sapphire a warm smile as she popped her IDent Card into the reader. "Huānyíng huí jiā!" She announced quite vigorously, "So good to have a Plexie return home! How long are you staying? Do your parents know you are home?" The flurry of questions came out as the station's database recorded Sapphire's arrival, automatically sending a notification to the Alliance immigration as well as her parents account.

-Oksanna, Immigration Control

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="Gre..lea........tion .... ding ...s.....ver ... re......leaf Sta............ca........"=

A long range communications originating from deep space is received by Greenleaf Skyplex. The signal is faint and deep sensors cannot lock in on any communications beacon. The originating source seems to have massive interference maybe from a radiation field or an astronomical hazard.

="Th .... ...co ...... ting ...... do you......"=

-S.S Vaco

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Raj wrote:

="Gre..lea........tion .... ding ...s.....ver ... re......leaf Sta............ca........"=

A long range communications originating from deep space is received by Greenleaf Skyplex. The signal is faint and deep sensors cannot lock in on any communications beacon. The originating source seems to have massive interference maybe from a radiation field or an astronomical hazard.

="Th .... ...co ...... ting ...... do you......"=

-S.S Vaco

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Zuzutoo wrote:

Oksanna stood at her immigration control booth processing the latest passenger arrivals on the deep space transport. Passengers were always a different routine than processing crew from  haulers and frieghters. Instead of burning off steam on a limited shore leave. Passengers were headed somewhere else, waiting for the next vessel to get them where they were going. They tended to be impatient and non-cooperative.

The rainbow haired woman before her at the moment was different though, she was coming home. Oksanna gave Sapphire a warm smile as she popped her IDent Card into the reader. "Huānyíng huí jiā!" She announced quite vigorously, "So good to have a Plexie return home! How long are you staying? Do your parents know you are home?" The flurry of questions came out as the station's database recorded Sapphire's arrival, automatically sending a notification to the Alliance immigration as well as her parents account.

-Oksanna, Immigration Control

And she just had to have the worker that actually knew her, not that it would have mattered since her Ident card would have given her away anyways. Sapphire smiled, "Home yes." Growing up on the Skyplex and being a Plexie meant she knew things that most could only imagine. "No. I'm sure they'll find out eventually, though." News did seems to travel fast. "It's so nice to see you've finally moved up from the donut shop, dearie. Surely this suits you better.

Sapphire

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Oksanna's smile slumped a little as she slightly bit her lip. Stay professional, she told herself, stay professional. She handed the spoiled multi hued brat her IDent Card back trying to maintain the courteous respectful smile they taught her. "We all started somewhere didn't we? Have a nice stay." She stopped short of mentioning Sapphire's first, or many subsequent jobs on the station. She was hoping she would move along quickly with few more questions.
-Oksanna

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Back at Berth 12, Jim was going through his checklist for departure while he waited for Sgt Steele.  He was justifiably proud of his little Wren Class merchant ship Xiurong.  She had been quietly modified by Jim's own hands to encompass upgraded engines, some strategically-placed, well camouflaged  armor, and a pop-up defensive auto-cannon.  Shen looked like a sheep, but that sheep was fast and had teeth.

The coffee was perking merrily in the tiny galley, and the ship was warming up nicely.  He was really glad for the opportunity to take the ship out and stretch her legs, and the investigation of a derelict in tow was a strong inducement.

- Jim Duncan

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Scarlett quickly made her way through the crowd of crews, passengers and civilians trying to comply with the evacuation order. Any ship that was space worthy was getting out while they could.

In the midst of the bustle and confusion on ship was docking with the station, the small Wren class freighter Xiurong. As the ship finished tethering up and locking to the station's power umbilicals, Scarlett fired off a barrage of messages coordinating the chaos enveloping the Skyplex. Not everyone was getting off. There wasnt enough ships for that large of an operati9n, and she needed essential personell to try to avert disaster and just maybe capitalize on a once in a lifetime find.

Docking procedures completed, she banged on the hatch of the Xiurong. "Mr. Duncan! Come on Jim, we've got work to do!"
-Scarlett

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The hatch opened and Jim let the Gunny exit the ship, and then turned to look at Scarlett.  "Afternoon, Miss Scarlett", he said with a wide grin.  "Guess we stirred up a hornet's nest 'round here."

- Jim Duncan

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Scarlett watched the hatch unsealed and open. She nodded briefly to the Gunny as she departed. Scarlett didn't envy security's job over the next 24 hours. She hoped she got plenty of rest.

As Jim emerged from the ship, Scarlett gave the man a brief smile. "You have no idea. Now let's get down to facts. You can confirm visually this is an ark? I've got a team from the University of Bernedette on its way. Alliance Antiquities Bureau hasn't reared it's head yet, but that beast will be on us faster than we will want.

But first things first, how do we catch this thing and of course keep it from plowing into us."

-Scarlett

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"Well ma'am", the engineer said with his characteristic southern drawl, "I kin say with absolute 100 percent certainty that this here derelict is th' lost Ark Apollo, or at least what's left o' her.  She's missin' th' entire drive section, which seems t' have been blown off in some kinda accident.  Th' rest o' her is there, and she's emittin' a strong radiation signature that blocks all commo when you're too close t' her."  He paused and then said, "We tried t' git on th' Bridge, but it's sealed an' we couldn't find a way t' git in.  Looks like there was a bad sitchiation aboard due to panic amongst th' survivors."  He let out a breath of air and continued, "We didn't have a lot o' time t' go sight seein', but what we did see told us what she was an' basically what happened.  Don't recon there'd be any survivors after all this time, but then agin, who knows.  There's a little salvage ship stuck in th' Ark's hull, where it looks like they tried t' tackle this big 'ole bitch an' claim her.  I think it musta been th' Vaco, but they didn't answer our hails."

"Right now", Jim continued solemnly, "I think ye'd want t' use th' station's high flaluttin' computers t' track th' derelict an' make sure whether she's gonna hit th' station on not.  Jest a suggestion , ma'am, but it'll git here in less than 24 hours."

- Jim

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"Well, we've done all that, and while we can't get a fix on the Ark proper, we've been tracking a big cloud of radiation that will ÷×%# our systems pretty throughly even if it doesn't crash right into us. So I've ordered the evacuation of non essential personell and closed the port to all but authorized arrivals. We need a plan. You'll be giving a situation briefing to department heads in fifteen minutes. Hope you singing voice is up to key."
-Scarlett

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Jim listened attentively to Scarlett's statement, and replied, "Well Miss Scarlett, I'll give 'em what I know.  Ye kin bank on that."  He paused for a second then said, "An' fer yer info, the Gunny ye assigned fer that mission was a cracker jack t' work wi'.  She was a huge help in gittin' round an' diggin' up intel."

The engineer turned and locked his vessel, making sure his Cortex unit was on his hip.  "i'll need t' prep a bit t' give yer folks a proper intel briefin'", Jim said thoughtfully.  "Kin ye git me t' th' briefing room so's I kin prep some slides?"

- Jim

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Scarlett smiled kindly at Jim, her eyes flashed a wild look for a moment. "Certainly Mr. Duncan, just follow me. We will be headed down to deck six. If we can pull all this off, I'm buying us a big bottle of Londinium Reserve."

She started walking back through the bustling crowd towards the lifts in the central shaft.

-Scarlett

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Jim followed the Dock Master, thinking about what he needed to pass along to the station's provisional think tank.  His mind swam with images and notes as he walked behind Scarlett to the briefing room.

- Jim

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