Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20141204034243/@comment-23782751-20150108025649

(Is the Arno... bum bum bum... going to be crash-landed on Yoth in the middle of nowhere with survivors aimlessly trying to survive the blistering cold? :o  )

''Fox remembered one last thing to bring with him for the risky boarding action, which was his powered scout armor helmet. Tucked in a cabinet by his control seat from the dual floored bridge of the Great Fox III, he'd have to check back in with ROB.''

ROB: "Intensifying anomaly near the corvettes frontside."

Fox: "What do you mean by th- wait a sec..."

The void of slipspace opens inside the void of space in the front of the corvette, and the corvette limps to escape to the portal.

ROB: "Sir, I know what you are thinking. My protocol will not allow for a closer intercept."

Fox: "In the wake of that portals closing, it'll leave undetonated anti-matter drifting over Yoth!"

ROB stood at the bridges main console for an extended pause and nodded.

ROB: "Green light! Green light to engage!"

Fox: "Punch it! Get us close!"

ROB: "Sir, without a detonation solutio-"

Fox "We are not losing that ship! Prepare to fire another onager round... lets shake the cage!"

''A lone downsized onager round fired a precise shot at the fleeing corvette, and hit it directly in her side, throwing her off course. The portal gradually evaporated over the next several minutes as per most ships protocols following a failed jump, and the Great Fox finally caught up to the crippled corvette.''

"All hands to the shuttles. Zulu squadron, you are back on duty.  This is one big corvette, so I want you to help us make sure she's locked down tight."

Fox put on his helmet, and walked to the turbolift. Ding!