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THE MAROONED MEME

When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

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"If we had someplace to power down at that didn't leave us like free floating debris for target practice, I would be a hundred percent for that," Nina admitted with a sigh, rolling back out of her seat and padding over towards her companion.

"Where we are only matters in so much as what we might need for fixing, but." One thing at a time. One hand propping on the back of Aithne's seat, Nina looked in at her console before glancing back up and out at the station. "If we keep the doors sealed until we're ready, we'll at least be blending in with the environment. Too bad there's not an asteroid field around, but no traffic now doesn't mean there won't be later, and I'd rather not have our backside dug into someone else's hull."

Straightening and putting her now free hand on her hip, Nina sighed. "This is going to fuck our schedule."

Swearing was never really Nina's bag but the situation desperately called for something.

The Lady finally hit something as hangar door opened, a slit to light in the darkness. "And certainly not in the good way. " She muttered in response. "I believe that will work, should have anything we need but I say we lock down the hangar as soon as we get in."
Both her hands on the controls as pitched the ship over gently to take a better approach to the hangar. It was easy, but her eyes were on the console watching the ship speak to the station, it was all routine. A slight hiss as the gear engaged even as she spun the ship to face out(there would be no backing out for her), in time to see the hangar door just come to a close.

"It is cycling....and here be atmo." She looked back over her chair. "It was not even a tight fit. What first?"

"I love watching you do that," Nina admitted with a breathy kind of sigh that was abandoned as she continued on, taking a deep breath as she stepped back.

"First, we find out what in the heavens threw us out of hyperspace." The petite woman padded towards the doors that would lead her to the ladder that would drop her out on the lower deck. "And what was causing that horrible, head splitting noise. We gotta do something about that. Make the alert bells or something less.... less offensive to my teeth." She winced at the thought of it. "Was there any kind of hints on the readout as to what happened?"

"What? Settling things into their proper place?" It was deadpan delivery, fingers playing over the console setting the diagnostic to run before she spun out of her chair. She chided. "With the way you sleep the more annoying the warning the better chance we have to survive Captain." She trailed behind, settling the studio clip behind her ear so she could answer the Lady in her query locks. "I am more worried about the noise the hyperdrives were making. That was worriesome."

She shook her head, "The Lady is still running through the logs but so far things look clear. I do not think it started within her." And with that she slid down the ladder, flexing her bare toes. "Gravity well of some kind? Off chart black hole, maybe neutron star, but we are fairly off course." Not surprising, one fucks up in hyperspace that can end up in some serious parsecs in normal space.

"It's not the not hitting anything on the way in." One narrow shoulder was lifted in a shrug as she got herself into the ladder and down, sliding down and landing with a thud only to yawn and scratch a hand into the short messy curls of her dark hair. She grinned at her descending pilot, hands coming to perch on her hips while she waited.

"Then it's gotta be environmental, but let's wait to see what the damage is." Once Aithne was on level, Nina started walking again, towards the drive room. "It doesn't matter what it is if the drives are blown. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll only need to be recalibrated."

She was an optimist, if nothing else, but that lost it's shine as she stepped into the drive room and saw the state of things. "Shit." Judging by the char marks, something had blown and a fire had been damped by the automated hazard systems, but they were lucky that it hadn't surged and started a chain reaction. Nina clicked her tongue and walked over, sighing at the blown console attached.

"Looks like we overloaded somewhere." Squatting down, Nina started poking through the hanging panel door, pulling at the wires. "That is the last time I'm trusting those hobgoblins with my ship, they promised their relays could handle this kind of stuff."

There was just a twinge of a pout that she did not rise to the bait, as she made her way to the airlock, slipping on a pair of magboots while she waited for the lock to cycle. The routine kicking in as she checked the blaster on her hip and slipped the scabbarded over her shoulder. And that was the ramp getting lowered down. Clean air, if a little bit stale hit her nostrils and she padded out into the hangar proper./

"They did not just surged, we did a rework a month ago." Aithne frowned, one hand on the grip of the holstered weapon. "If it was the drive there should be blown links between the cores. The down stream bits would cascade at the first hint of a spike."

A look left, a look right. Not a thing moved. "It looks well stocked but not secure...yet." As she made her way to the nearest console to remedy that particular situation.

It might have been foolish, the trust that Nina had in the sensors and arrays that weren't screaming about hull breaches, or that she wouldn't slice open one tiny foot on some debris but boots of any kind were the furthest thing from her mind. Not when her baby was screaming.

Metal isn't supposed to do that, you know.

"Well then Scotty," Nina sassed from her crouched position as she tug and tore and twisted, "What's your theory about what caused that terrible, soul tearing noise?" Suddenly she stopped as an idea wandered into her head and she sat up, as much as one could in a flat footed squat.

"No way we have someone in here that messed with it.." Better not. While Nina tried very much to hold true to her beliefs about peace and the universe.. the universe wasn't always kind, and sometimes people needed kicked in the knees.

"No, we do not have a stowaway, that is unless you have been hiding things again." Her grin would translate very well in the audible as her fingers glided over the console. It was not much effort to override the blast doors on either side of the hanger to lock down the access to their isle of harbour for the moment. "My best guess is something disrupted the hyperspace field, causing the Lady to fall out into normal space while still running the drive."

It wasn't a horrible guess, and there were precedents for it, though usually the capability were only found on Imperial blockade ships. Bulky things, requiring massive reactors to power such a warping of the extra dimensional space that FTL required. And this station did not have the tell tale markers of such a configuration...plus it was dead.

"We are locked down. Alarms set for any attempted breech, tapping into the security feeds now and will relay them back to the Lady. I would advise not being to comfortable Nina, you best have your blaster with you." The last almost sounded like a command.

"Not this time." Nina promised with an innocent bat of her eyelashes at her second before abandoning the blown panel she was futzing with for now with a glance down at her bare feet, dirty soles turned to the light of day as she turned them onto the knife's edge, glancing back up from under her eyelashes with an impish smile as she returned to flat feet.

"I do," she said, in response to that almost command. "You. And you've locked me in now, so I hope you and your trigger finger are ready to cover things. But if whatever kicked out isn't in here, we should probably have access to the ships guns.."

Padding away, Nina went to their alternate panel that had gone dark and pounded on the edge, bringing the screen flickering to life. "My next question," she half mumbled to herself, "-is if we can just throw her back into hyperdrive. If we can coup downtime.."

Look, she liked to be prompt.

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