(closed) it's the end of the world as we know it

[symbiosys]

WHO: Root + Hera + Lee, Root + Victor, Root + Shaw
WHERE: The Hangar, Oros
WHEN: February 1-4th ish
WHAT: Catch-all log post for various rescue mission related threads
WARNINGS: Other than thermonuclear genocide? No other warnings as of yet, will edit the header if needed be.

Comments

[symbiosys]

Absolutely.

[For her part, Root is doing her best not to think about the role everyone played in this huge mess, because if she thinks about that, her mind will inevitably take her to the day she and Sameen both signed up for the mission, but were thankfully declined. If the two of them had been chosen for this mission, the blood of thousands-- or is it millions?-- of innocent lives would have been on their hands, and that thought alone makes her physically ill, even though Root is quite far from being squeamish.]

Are you a pilot, then? I've never been inside a space ship other than this-- [she waves her hand at the hangar around them, to indicate the Eluvio] -- but I'll help however I can.

[firstrebel]

I am. [ Hera gives a faint smile, and offers her hand. ]

Hera Syndulla. If you're willing to come along and help round people up, we might be able to make more trips.

[symbiosys]

[Root takes her hand right away, giving it a firm shake. She's glad that Hera is a pilot; that means they can get down to business immediately, instead of wasting precious time looking for someone else to pilot the ship.]

Root, [she introduces herself, and waits for Hera to get into the ship so she can follow after. Root isn't about to just waltz into a completely unfamiliar space ship, after all; she really doesn't know anything about these vessels.] Count me in. Hopefully we will make it out of there with minimal radiation poisoning.

[firstrebel]

We'll have to cross that bridge when we get to it.

[ Finished with her inspection, Hera leads the way on board, flipping switches like an old hand, which she is. It never takes her more than a few minutes to figure a ship out - like riding a bicycle, if Hera knew what that was. ]

Have you ever done anything like this before?

[symbiosys]

Indeed. Maybe we'll get to glow in the dark, too, [she comments off-handedly, watching Hera get familiar with the ship. She definitely seems to know what she's doing, which is comforting; Hera being female is also a bonus, because Root feels a lot more comfortable around women than she does around men. Even if said women are of a different species.]

You mean rescue missions? Yes, although I'm far more experienced with offensive or defensive kinds of missions. But I'm no stranger to rescuing people from imminent danger.

[firstrebel]

Good, then you know what to expect.

[ Hera nods, and within about five seconds they're up and out of the hangar, and she's setting a course for Oros. ]

I have the most experience with the Trilks. They're not very friendly.

[symbiosys]

[Root nods. She's well acquainted with pain and suffering, all right, and although she's never dealt with aliens before, she figures that the reactions to despair and impending doom are similar between all kinds of species.

As they make their way out of the hangar, Root takes a moment to admire the vast expanse of space surrounding them. If only they were on a sightseeing trip.]

Define 'not very friendly'. Are they outright violent, or did they simply not enjoy being invaded and observed by random strangers?

[firstrebel]

We didn't invade - not my group. [ Hera feels the need to clarify this. ] We went to try and establish diplomatic contact. They didn't attack us, but they seemed very violent towards each other in general.