“It is always a trip, winking back into existence, you never know what you’ll find there.”
-a random spacehand
Naryan is a nice world, different, but fine as worlds go, it out gasses a little chlorine at times, but nothing a filter mask can’t handle. As the UTREE expedition exits jumpspace, however, they see things are less than ideal, it appears there is a attack by the Korsumug Empire in progress. Dag, in 8D, the fusion gun control room, hears over the comm:
“Naryan control, this is the Loreli of the UTREE expedition, it looks like …uh..you have an interesting situation going on.”
“This is Naryan control, yes, we are under attack by the Zerps, this is an unusually heavy raid, we’ll have it under control in a day probably. Oh, it looks like the Zerps are sniffing you hard, there, they just peeled off four escorts to intercept you. We won’t be able to break cordon to assist you for the day probably, do you think you can handle them, can you run?”
“No, some of our ships aren’t that fast, our mother is only one gee, she’ll get run down and killed if we turn.” Behind this voice, now one can hear that the captain has hit the panic button, loud klaxons peal out with red flashing lights and a recorded voice: “Battle-stations, battle-stations,” it repeats insistently. “Vacc suits” a petty officer harshly barks, after which an ecstasy of fumbling, fitting the clumsy helmets, suits are doned.
“Dulce et decorum est, Naryan control, this is Loreli out.”
“This is Naryan control out.” and as if an afterthought: