Predicament [Closed W/NexusOfMany]
Mercy quickly lost the color in her face as she ran through the smoke-filled corridor. The ship was in trouble. They had jumped to what was supposed to be a rendezvous point for the fleet but had ended up being a separatist trap.
What made her further lose her composure was the sight before her. The captain was laying in the middle of the corridor, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle and her arm bent ten centimeters below her elbow with blood staining her uniform. Mercy had been running for the Escape pods, but couldn’t possibly leave the Captain behind.
She scooped up Elena, sprinting for the last escape pod as she heard warning sirens and explosions ringing in her ears. She strapped the Captain in and waited as long as she could before launching, her heart sinking as she realized that apparently none of her brothers were going to make it to the pod.
After they were away, she set the computer to head toward the nearby planet, an uninhabited world of dense jungles and swampland. Moving back to the Captain, she set to work, digging out the first aid kit and splinting her arm.
“Captain, can you hear me?”
With the Justicia under the temporary Command of Jedi Master Plo Koon for the time being, Captain Tarunt and Commander Mercy had been briefly placed on the Resolute as it made its way to return to Victory Fleet after receiving some critical repairs. Elena didn’t like being away form her ship, but after being out for so long, the Resolute’s CO needed to be brought up to speed, and he needed the new battle plans. With Republic Transmissions potentially being unsecure, an in person discussion would have to take place.
However, as the Victory Class Cruiser came out of Hyperspace, it was not met by the correct fleet. Instead the very Bulwark fleet they were tasked with destroying had laid in wait. Victory Fleet were elsewhere, wondering what was delaying their ship.
There wasn’t even time to react. With only moments before the fleet began to fire unrelenting volleys, tearing down its shields as if they were nothing.
Captain Tarunt had rushed straight to the Bridge, having just been to sickbay to get some painkillers for the Hyperspace Headache she always got before Red Alert was sounded.
On her way there, however, a series of critical hits against the Resolute’s hull caused minor explosions in a small chain reaction. Minor in comparison to the ship, but more than life threatening if one was unlucky. The Clone in front of Elena was quite unlucky indeed, but she couldn’t even process that before she was ragdolled, going any number of directions.
It had been but a moment, but she could hear a voice, just barely, distorted and distant. She couldn’t respond, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t process. She couldn’t react. She wasn’t certain what was going on where she was. She couldn’t even feel. Perhaps the bets she got out was a sad, pathetic groan, barely even audible, even if the escape pod would have been completely silent.
Unlike Mercy, she didn’t even realise there had been a call, of the highest ranking Officer on the Bridge. A clone, not like the Zabrak Captain. Or his Human XO.
“All hands, abandon ship. All hands, abandon ship.”
