03-14-2008, 09:41 PM
"Sir, there's an unidentified shuttle approaching the station." The watch commander said over his shoulder to the stocky, red headed man behind him. Tank looked up from the reports he was working on and gazed at him curiously.
"Really? Let's see it." He stood up and walked over to the viewscreen where the commander and the technician who first reported the shuttles arrival worked. A boxy looking shuttle, with two long pods slung underneath, approached the RBL Station slowly.
"Hmm...odd looking thing. Can't say I've ever seen that before." The Jedi muttered, rubbing his chin. "Any word from them?"
The commander shook his head. "Not that we can tell. There was some static at one point, but it died out quickly. Sensors are working on placing the design, and there's some unusual markings along the hull. But so far we've got nothing."
Tank watched the wire-diagram image of the shuttle moving, and then switched to a live camera. "It seems to be moving very slowly. Not in a stealthy manner. Perhaps damaged. Couldn't be stealthy with that thing anyways." He reached out with the Force to the unusual shuttle, and sensed discipline, nervousness, and wariness. But nothing dark, or untoward. As yet.
The commander nodded. "Should we vector a patrol towards them? Try to contact them?"
The Jedi Master straightened up and nodded. "Let's do both. Send a patrol and try to reach the shuttle, offer any assistance, but let's keep an eye on them. If they get into tractor beam range, snag'em. And contact the other senior staff of the arrival."
The officer nodded and turned to flight control to vector some fighters towards the almost drifting shuttle.
"Really? Let's see it." He stood up and walked over to the viewscreen where the commander and the technician who first reported the shuttles arrival worked. A boxy looking shuttle, with two long pods slung underneath, approached the RBL Station slowly.
"Hmm...odd looking thing. Can't say I've ever seen that before." The Jedi muttered, rubbing his chin. "Any word from them?"
The commander shook his head. "Not that we can tell. There was some static at one point, but it died out quickly. Sensors are working on placing the design, and there's some unusual markings along the hull. But so far we've got nothing."
Tank watched the wire-diagram image of the shuttle moving, and then switched to a live camera. "It seems to be moving very slowly. Not in a stealthy manner. Perhaps damaged. Couldn't be stealthy with that thing anyways." He reached out with the Force to the unusual shuttle, and sensed discipline, nervousness, and wariness. But nothing dark, or untoward. As yet.
The commander nodded. "Should we vector a patrol towards them? Try to contact them?"
The Jedi Master straightened up and nodded. "Let's do both. Send a patrol and try to reach the shuttle, offer any assistance, but let's keep an eye on them. If they get into tractor beam range, snag'em. And contact the other senior staff of the arrival."
The officer nodded and turned to flight control to vector some fighters towards the almost drifting shuttle.
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.