Doctor Jax
Lord of the Flies
Darcy swallowed hard as the woman frantically answered, "No, no need for that. It's too late--"
And then, just like that, comms died. Probably a fault of the station. At the least, he knew there were people still in Ritania station, and from what he could tell, Rei and Helen could still link up with Ritania and get a hold of the Mother intelligence running the station. There were systems online, obviously, but the fact that there'd been that panic in the woman's voice...
He didn't want to leave people on that ship, but he didn't want to risk his people either.
Darcy walked out into the common room where most of the people were sitting. He took a deep breath and said, "So, I got in touch with Ritania. We're inbound and probably going to get there in about twenty minutes. Unfortunately, it seems there's a problem. When I got a hold of them, the woman on the other end sounded... frantic. She was babbling, telling me there was nothing but death on the station and not to call help. As I understand it, we were supposed to stop here to pick up a few more WY executives and a package for the storage hold, but from the looks of it, the station is in bad shape or getting that way. I wanted to know whether or not you would rather abort the mission and head straight on home, probably send out a long-wave distress beacon so someone with chops can come and take a look, or continue."
"Oh, sug. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you ain't got a whole lotta choice in the matter."
A blonde woman stepped into the room, hair tousled and glasses cleaned. Ingrid sat at the table primly and took a small plate of cheese. Darcy stared at her, eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean, Ms. Adrian?"
"I'm afraid that, regardless of the level of danger involved, you are not allowed to terminate a contract en route unless clear and present danger are evident. The babbling of some woman over the intercom on a dying communication's wavelength doesn't much suffice, honey. The whole station's still up and running, and it's obvious they just have some communications issues. It sounds like you're just a bit gunshy," Ingrid said as she popped an apple slice in her mouth. "If you forfeit this contract, you'd be liable for a breach and all that legally entails. The WY crew onboard also forfeits all profits made while en route." Including myself, she thought at the back of her mind. All WY employees were given a small percentage while in hypersleep, and they'd been out for nearly half a year or so. That'd be a lot of money, down the drain over something as trivial as a spooky prank call.
"But, it is all a' y'all's decision, nonetheless," Ingrid stated with a smile.
And then, just like that, comms died. Probably a fault of the station. At the least, he knew there were people still in Ritania station, and from what he could tell, Rei and Helen could still link up with Ritania and get a hold of the Mother intelligence running the station. There were systems online, obviously, but the fact that there'd been that panic in the woman's voice...
He didn't want to leave people on that ship, but he didn't want to risk his people either.
Darcy walked out into the common room where most of the people were sitting. He took a deep breath and said, "So, I got in touch with Ritania. We're inbound and probably going to get there in about twenty minutes. Unfortunately, it seems there's a problem. When I got a hold of them, the woman on the other end sounded... frantic. She was babbling, telling me there was nothing but death on the station and not to call help. As I understand it, we were supposed to stop here to pick up a few more WY executives and a package for the storage hold, but from the looks of it, the station is in bad shape or getting that way. I wanted to know whether or not you would rather abort the mission and head straight on home, probably send out a long-wave distress beacon so someone with chops can come and take a look, or continue."
"Oh, sug. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you ain't got a whole lotta choice in the matter."
A blonde woman stepped into the room, hair tousled and glasses cleaned. Ingrid sat at the table primly and took a small plate of cheese. Darcy stared at her, eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean, Ms. Adrian?"
"I'm afraid that, regardless of the level of danger involved, you are not allowed to terminate a contract en route unless clear and present danger are evident. The babbling of some woman over the intercom on a dying communication's wavelength doesn't much suffice, honey. The whole station's still up and running, and it's obvious they just have some communications issues. It sounds like you're just a bit gunshy," Ingrid said as she popped an apple slice in her mouth. "If you forfeit this contract, you'd be liable for a breach and all that legally entails. The WY crew onboard also forfeits all profits made while en route." Including myself, she thought at the back of her mind. All WY employees were given a small percentage while in hypersleep, and they'd been out for nearly half a year or so. That'd be a lot of money, down the drain over something as trivial as a spooky prank call.
"But, it is all a' y'all's decision, nonetheless," Ingrid stated with a smile.