Post by ShoddyProduct on Apr 6, 2023 4:19:55 GMT
Sevvi was frozen in a dumbstruck silence. The greeting, the explanation, the questions from Amarok, they all fell on deaf ears. The gun had been dropped, her biological arms grasping the sides of the console she had been working at so furiously. The mechanical arms of the Piloting Assistance System sat frozen where they had been moments before, as the Dokka stood motionless, eyes staring off in the middle distance, jaw clenched and locked, just as stiff as the rest of her body.
'Fuck. How many of 'em are even left? They fucken'...'
"Fuck."
A single word, but a statement in its own right. It was damn near all she could manage, considering the circumstances. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't move. She didn't know what to do. Nothing had ever gone this wrong before, and certainly not this spectacularly. Sevvi stood there for a good minute, staring directly out of the cockpit viewport, the nearby star and the warship both in clear view. At least there was plenty of sunlight for Sienna, as little consolation as it was. Her hand moved across the console, depressing a button to open comms with the Lykian ship once more.
"We've got wounded. Ship is damaged, we'll be limpin' into whatever port we manage to find. We're- alive. Just hope the other folk are, too." She released the button, and in a flurry, all four limbs began moving again. She pulled up diagnostics of the ship, checked the electronics, looked over the cameras, and began assessing the condition of her ship, and the sorry state it was in. She didn't look to the Asteri woman, but spoke to her, tone grim and voice tight. "You can... Prolly go get dressed now. Leave the gun if you want. Get somethin' to eat, I'll come talk to everyone when I... When I have a minute." Then, with a heavy sigh, she sat down equally as heavily into the pilots chair, a dense feeling of dread building in her chest.
'Fuck. How many of 'em are even left? They fucken'...'
"Fuck."
A single word, but a statement in its own right. It was damn near all she could manage, considering the circumstances. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't move. She didn't know what to do. Nothing had ever gone this wrong before, and certainly not this spectacularly. Sevvi stood there for a good minute, staring directly out of the cockpit viewport, the nearby star and the warship both in clear view. At least there was plenty of sunlight for Sienna, as little consolation as it was. Her hand moved across the console, depressing a button to open comms with the Lykian ship once more.
"We've got wounded. Ship is damaged, we'll be limpin' into whatever port we manage to find. We're- alive. Just hope the other folk are, too." She released the button, and in a flurry, all four limbs began moving again. She pulled up diagnostics of the ship, checked the electronics, looked over the cameras, and began assessing the condition of her ship, and the sorry state it was in. She didn't look to the Asteri woman, but spoke to her, tone grim and voice tight. "You can... Prolly go get dressed now. Leave the gun if you want. Get somethin' to eat, I'll come talk to everyone when I... When I have a minute." Then, with a heavy sigh, she sat down equally as heavily into the pilots chair, a dense feeling of dread building in her chest.