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About 30 minutes of hard work, sweat, and toil, the engines were up and running again. Surprisingly, the damage had been slightly more extensive than he had first thought, but, that was all in the past now. For today, the Pandora would fly again, and make it back to Earth, where more dedicated study could be conducted into what originally caused the disaster. Power levels were increasing, the engines sending power to the vessel. The panel near the door indicated that emergency power was shutting off, recharging, and everything was being transferred to main power.
Mikros was about to report this advancement, when there came a voice over the intercom. A message, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. He'd heard it before, once, a green pilot, just got into combat, not up for five minutes, enemy AMRAAMs locked onto him, he tried avoiding them, lost it, screamed until his plane was hit. It meant the man had seen his death, lost it, and had died. It wasn't very good, and didn't inspire Mikros with confidence. Time to get back to the command center, tell their commander that the engines were ready to go, but the radiation would have to be cleaned up by properly equipped personnel.
Mikros proceeded to the command center, keeping his MP-7 out the whole way, even on the lift, after that scream, it wasn't safe on the vessel, whatever was there, it was death to all who weren't ready for it. Mikros made it back to the command center, to locate not the commander, but a note, stating he had left to investigate the labs, and to investigate more labs. Mikros though, his job wasn't in the labs. His job was in the command center, turning on navigation, extended life support, attitude controls, etc. etc.
A bit later, after navigation and life support were on, attitude was almost working, Mikros heard an S.O.S. call over the intercom. Humanoids were loose on the Pandora, and killing people. Mikros felt obligated to help out, it was an international S.O.S., had to be honored. He wrote a quick note saying systems were coming online, radioed into James, detailing the situation. "Leave if you don't hear from me in an hour, or I order you to leave sooner. The Pandora is operational, I'll have her back."
Mikros headed over to the jungle lab, according to shipboard maps, it was a fair distance from the command center. Thankfully, the monorails were working in Mikros's favour, and he had arrived to the jungle lab in a fair amount of time. Inside the lab, he searched for a minute, keeping always on the alert, MP-7 drawn. Quickly, he found the group, three people, one of them looking like the PARS unit assigned to the party. They were being attacked by apelike humans, like something from the Island of Dr. Moreau. Mikros fought his way through to the party. "Podplukovník Dragoun. Heard your S.O.S., thought I could help. Know what these are?"
Mikros was about to report this advancement, when there came a voice over the intercom. A message, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. He'd heard it before, once, a green pilot, just got into combat, not up for five minutes, enemy AMRAAMs locked onto him, he tried avoiding them, lost it, screamed until his plane was hit. It meant the man had seen his death, lost it, and had died. It wasn't very good, and didn't inspire Mikros with confidence. Time to get back to the command center, tell their commander that the engines were ready to go, but the radiation would have to be cleaned up by properly equipped personnel.
Mikros proceeded to the command center, keeping his MP-7 out the whole way, even on the lift, after that scream, it wasn't safe on the vessel, whatever was there, it was death to all who weren't ready for it. Mikros made it back to the command center, to locate not the commander, but a note, stating he had left to investigate the labs, and to investigate more labs. Mikros though, his job wasn't in the labs. His job was in the command center, turning on navigation, extended life support, attitude controls, etc. etc.
A bit later, after navigation and life support were on, attitude was almost working, Mikros heard an S.O.S. call over the intercom. Humanoids were loose on the Pandora, and killing people. Mikros felt obligated to help out, it was an international S.O.S., had to be honored. He wrote a quick note saying systems were coming online, radioed into James, detailing the situation. "Leave if you don't hear from me in an hour, or I order you to leave sooner. The Pandora is operational, I'll have her back."
Mikros headed over to the jungle lab, according to shipboard maps, it was a fair distance from the command center. Thankfully, the monorails were working in Mikros's favour, and he had arrived to the jungle lab in a fair amount of time. Inside the lab, he searched for a minute, keeping always on the alert, MP-7 drawn. Quickly, he found the group, three people, one of them looking like the PARS unit assigned to the party. They were being attacked by apelike humans, like something from the Island of Dr. Moreau. Mikros fought his way through to the party. "Podplukovník Dragoun. Heard your S.O.S., thought I could help. Know what these are?"