Out of Character: : Edit: nm I Reread and clarified.
In Character: : As the ship rocks back and forth Maiokus sits at the navigation terminal and looks for a potentially safe and concealed LZ.
Out of Character: : navigation check +1 navigation +1 INT
Edited: Maiokus on 8th Jan, 2016 - 5:17am
While Enerii is busy with the ECM Njall takes control of the Wildcard and does his best to take evasive manoeuvres.
"Let's see what moves she's got"
Njall grins as the ship starts to answer to the controls. This is his kind of flying, not a careful descent under Tower control to some 'port....
Poor old girl, she's not built for this kind of flying, but she didn't get this far on looks alone....
"Krakrefr! Help look for a new LZ, They'll be waiting at the old one. Gaden too."
(Out of Character: : Krakrefr and Gaden have Recon, don't they? )
Krakrefr is on the sensors and trying to see any hidden dangers. Holding his teeth and trying to have a clear mind over the sounds of the alarms and the havoc of the outside battle.
Out of Character
Sensors roll-Breaking through Interference 1-6mins, -2DM, Int+1, Jack Of All Trades1, so that gets me a +3DM?
Recon is only on foot, I rolled Sensors for the vehicle.
Edited: Morfeas on 8th Jan, 2016 - 11:58am
Silver knows better then to meddle while people are handling their business, so heads back to where the GTC detachment is located. Opening the door and not noticing any familiar faces or a ranking official, Silver says to the general group, "Hang tight the crew is making a couple of course corrections. We should be on the ground in a few minutes." Silver closes the door and head to sickbay.
As the door slides open, Silver is comforted in the fact that Adeline secure in the medbay. "Doc, someone leaked intel. The opposition was ready for us. Thanks for looking after her," Silver points to the ship, "And her," he points to the woman sleeping in the suspended animation tank. "We all have a lot to talk about after we get out of this. Stay sharp."
Silver pats the Doc on the shoulder, turns, heads out of medbay. Silver double checks all the instrument panels and readouts along the way back to the forward section of the ship.
012
After Conference with the Major
The Major provided security uniforms for the Wildcard's pilots and had them quickly moved with a detachment to confiscate and secure the ship. Once aboard the ship with ramps secured, comms were re-established by the flight crew of the Wildcard while the away team maneuvered its way through the underground network to the staging hangar. With comms re-established, Doc was informed of the plans and preparations and he in turn informed everyone of the status of the ship's guest.
Once the ship had been docked in the hangar and the bay secured, retrofitting and refueling the ship begin. At the same time, equipment and supplies for the detachment traveling with the Wildcard also began arriving. The ECM pods were mounted to an external hard point to the rear of the ship, of course for all the crew, previous Imperial experience said that these ECMs would not be any good except of Ruie. Radios and radar systems on board the ship were likewise configured for communication with GTC ground and air forces.
Silver was little more than the primary investor in the ship and the face man for the crew. Staying out of the way seemed the best thing, so he decided to pay Doc and his patient a visit. At this time Adeline was still being supervised by the Doc and his autodoc in the sickbay.
"Afternoon Doc," Silver said stepping through the sickbay hatch. "How is your patient doing? No permanent damage I hope?" Looking over the sleeping figure, Silver tried to determine if she was awake. Getting no response from his presence, Silver turned to Doc, "I am sure by now, you know her name is Adeline Dupre. When she wakes again, I am sure she will want to talk with me."
With that Silver strode quickly to the sickbay hatch, passed through, and returned to his quarters.
018-01115
A half dozen missiles scream up from the surface toward the Wildcard, but in an impressive display of skill Njall is able to maneuver the Wildcard in a manner that seems almost unnatural for such a bulky craft; the ship jukes and climbs into the clouds, sprays out a series of chaff and flares then goes into a spinning dive throwing the missiles off and they sail harmlessly past.
Maiokus calls out a set of new coordinates to Njall, a clearing approximately two and a half kilometers south of the facility, which appears to be relatively clear of enemy forces. If Njall decides to attempt to redirect the Wildcard to these new coordinates he will need to make another pilot check, and if he fails the check the Wildcard is going to take some damage from indirect fire AA batteries and will have another wave of missiles to contend with. If you succeed the Wildcard will make it to the clearing unscathed for the most part.
Adeline tells Shuth that she will do what she can to help "I'm an administrator and a linguist, not a medic though" she admits "So I don't know how much help I will be in the end." She flinches with each rumble and toss of the ship and her hands grasp the side of the bed that she has strapped herself to, her knuckles turning white.
Back on the bridge the radar and sensors display suddenly flickers and then goes blank as the ships patchwork sensor systems shorts out. (Snake eyes Krakrefr, bummer).