Albion
yeah, you could say i know how to run a nation
GrieveWriter
Watching with patient care, Wang Xi gave a nod to one of the officer occupying the comms station. Several pings bounced off the ship, but no communications returned. Frowning and shaking his head, he gave a nod to one of the other diplomatic officers, who opened the line to the battle group. "Move ahead, captain... keep an eye out for any survivors," He said simply. The Frigate captain nodded and the ships slowly glided through space, several corvettes acting as point defense, their smaller cannons swivelling, searching for any enemy targets. Suddenly a beacon lit up the screen of the comms officer, and the frigate slowly changed course, decelerating as it neared the shuttle.
As the ship came within a few hundred meters of the shuttle, the corvettes took up point positions, ready to attack any enemies that may come upon them. A platoon from the home guard stationed on board the ship exited out the docking hatch, tethering themselves to the rings on the outside and letting their impulse packs jet them closer and closer to the shuttle. After sweeping the outside and finding nothing, the soldiers came closer, their magnetic boots clamping onto the top of the shuttle. Carefully, they attached the tethers to any decent points they could hook them through, while one of the soldiers knocked on the door, letting the inhabitants inside prepare for the tethering in. Slowly the winches drew them in, the soldiers using their impulse packs to slow the ascent when necessary. Finally they came within meters of the docking hatch and slid back inside, the winch bringing it in and the magnetic seal clamping onto the ships' hatch after a moment. Several soldiers flanked the door, waiting with guns drawn but not at the ready as they waited for the occupants to exit.
Watching with patient care, Wang Xi gave a nod to one of the officer occupying the comms station. Several pings bounced off the ship, but no communications returned. Frowning and shaking his head, he gave a nod to one of the other diplomatic officers, who opened the line to the battle group. "Move ahead, captain... keep an eye out for any survivors," He said simply. The Frigate captain nodded and the ships slowly glided through space, several corvettes acting as point defense, their smaller cannons swivelling, searching for any enemy targets. Suddenly a beacon lit up the screen of the comms officer, and the frigate slowly changed course, decelerating as it neared the shuttle.
As the ship came within a few hundred meters of the shuttle, the corvettes took up point positions, ready to attack any enemies that may come upon them. A platoon from the home guard stationed on board the ship exited out the docking hatch, tethering themselves to the rings on the outside and letting their impulse packs jet them closer and closer to the shuttle. After sweeping the outside and finding nothing, the soldiers came closer, their magnetic boots clamping onto the top of the shuttle. Carefully, they attached the tethers to any decent points they could hook them through, while one of the soldiers knocked on the door, letting the inhabitants inside prepare for the tethering in. Slowly the winches drew them in, the soldiers using their impulse packs to slow the ascent when necessary. Finally they came within meters of the docking hatch and slid back inside, the winch bringing it in and the magnetic seal clamping onto the ships' hatch after a moment. Several soldiers flanked the door, waiting with guns drawn but not at the ready as they waited for the occupants to exit.