EXETERRPG: (16 - 1103) MS - SPC Ensign Rylee Page

[Jaclyn Smith]

Mission: The Flames of Purity

Day: 16

Stardate: 2445.09.16



(Runabout Broken Bow – SPC Ensign Rylee Page - 1103)


“Okay we’ll do it. Rylee get suited up.”

Nodding her agreement, Rylee walked to the back of the shuttle and pulled
out a suit from its compartment.

Putting it down on a seat in the shuttle rear, she sighed as she began to
check it over. ~what are you doing girl? I mean, sure at the academy, space
walks were not that bad but this is damn dangerous. Anything or anyone
could be in those pods.~ she thought to herself as she began the laborious
task of donning the space suit and checking all its systems.

She could hear Ire giving out orders as she finished the checks, pulled on
the suit and stood, helmet in one hand, placing her tricorder on the seat
infront of her. Taking a second before she put in the helmet, she closed
her eyes.

~deep breath. Just going out for a walk. That's all.~

“Rylee we are in position. I am correcting for the slow spin of the pods
and we are about a meter to a meter and a half away. If any thing seems off
come back and I’ll move us away.”

"Understood." She replied, putting on the helmet, grabbing the tricorder
and heading to the airlock.

“Okay let’s be about it.”

Standing in the airlock, nerves set in. As the decompression cycle finished
and the airlock opened, the enormity of space before her, Rylee gasped.

No matter how many times that she had done this,  seen it done by others,
the fact that she was heading out into the big black expanse still made her
senses heighten.

Allowing herself a moment to take it all in, she tapped the small console
on the arm of the suit, setting the mag boots on and stepped forward.

Seeing the pods infront of her, she held out the tricorder and began to
take readings.

“How’s it looking Page” Ire's voice came through the comm system in her
helmet loud and clear.

"Not close enough. Get any closer without hitting them, fly boy?"

As the shuttle moved closer, Rylee smiled, ~ damn he can fly.~

Tapping on the tricorder, Rylee began streaming alm the data she was
collecting directly to the shuttle's computer.

~one of these three has the genesis device.  I'm sure of it, there's
someone one of the others.. can't tell much more than they are humanoid ….
~ Suddenly,  her train of thought was interrupted by an alarm going off.

~what the hell?~

Looking at the tricor,then to the suits display, Rylee's eyes widened.

~oh this is not going to be….~ the thought never finished. Feeling the
violent jerk of the shuttle, Rylee's mag boots clung tight to the ramp as
she was jerked sideways,  the force of the movement sending her body
sideways as her head connected with the outer side of the airlock door.

Blinking slowly, Rylee knew two things in that moment. One, that something
had happened to the shuttle and two, that she was blacking out. Trying as
hard as she could to stay awake, after a few moments,  she gave up and her
head fell forward as her mind fell into the deep black of unconsciousness.

(Reply Broken Bow)

(Posted by Jackie)
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