Our Angels [Björn's/Trinity]

[Roger Davis]

Tristram answered Ramirez's offer before Roger had the chance to. The gist was basically the same although not communicated in the same manner that the captain probably would have done it. He simply added, "I'll take you up on it as well... after we're settled here."

As the ships made contact and sealed with one another, Roger took position squarely opposite the door. "Thanks for volunteerin', shepherd." Roger replied to Shield. "You work the door. If I give the signal, you close her back up. If not then you watch our backs." He looked to Tristram and then to Alex and spoke to them in order assigning sectors of responsibility when the doors opened. "You got right, you got left, and I've got center." Roger held his 1911 at the ready with his opposite hand ready in an instant to swivel and fire his holstered shotgun. The others would hopefully be ready too. He gave the nod to Shield and the doors opened.

[Lars Engström]

Lars heard the doors, more than saw them open. The exhaustion of the day was catching up with him, but as the door opened, he shook it off, and devoted all his attention to the matter at hand. This was no time for being drowsy.

He noted the state of arms, as the boarding party entered the ship, but ignored them for now. Stepping forward, he took his hand from where it had come to rest on the hilt of his sword, and spoke to the man in front. Presumably the captain.

"Lars Engström." He said, offering his hand. "Captain of the Björn's Star." He paused for a moment. "That's Jeff Weston, and Lance Howe, they're on my crew." He sighed. "Thank god you came when you did." He indicated the mess of the engine room, and the remnants of the disaster. "We're in a mess here." He looked at the others. "No need for guns... huh?"

[Roger Davis]

The doors of both ships opened in a combination of clunking and hissing. On the opposite side, three armed men were awaiting Trinity’s boarding party. This wasn’t a good sign but it was far from damning. Just as a stranded ship was often a trap for naïve Good Samaritans, a proclaimed rescuer often ended up taking advantage of a defenseless ship. Still, they were far from a peaceful understanding. At least no one had started shooting yet.

After the Bjorn Star’s captain made his introductions, Roger gave his own. “I’m Davis. This here is Kelly and over there is Sheriff Ramirez.” Hopefully the title would help give them some legitimacy as would the next introduction. “Shepherd Shield is over there and we’ve got a few others around.” He tried to keep the final bit vague so as to make his reserve strength seem a little more than one person piloting the ship and a wounded girl in the engine room.

“How 'bout you boys start, huh?” He motioned toward Jeff being the most seriously armed in the standoff. ”Then we’ll put our iron away and get to work.”

[Jeff Weston]

In the audio of his helmet he heard the muffled talk and the hissing of a seal being deployed. Shutting the volume down to near normal he tenced. The boom, clanking of the hatch and seal latching made him twitchy fingering the trigger Jeff waited till their doors opened. He moved his body for a quicker rise for the draw. In his battle suit he stepped two steps forward as the group moved into their cargo hold.

After the introductions by both parties the Captian Davis stated.....

”Then we’ll put our iron away and get to work.”

Jeff saw the look he was getting from the three yet he was not fully phased by their concern. He was in full Angel mode. He just lowered the mp90 and with a click activated the safty of the gun. Jeff remembered a large crate behind him that would be perfect cover if anything happened and bullets started flying. Moving over to it he sat down on the crate facing the trio. The gun layed on his lap he watched with a careful eye. The past had taught him anything was to keep an eye on every thing and trusted nothing.

[Lars Engström]

Lars wasn't surprised by the logic of the other captain. He nodded to Lance as Jeff put his own away, and then held out his hands briefly to show he meant no ill.

His eyes scanned the others, noting the younger one in the group. He looked familiar, but Lars couldn't place it. There was the shepherd in the back, and then the captain and the other one. This other man was obviously alliance. He wore the clothes of a lawman. Lars wondered what he was doing with these others. Of course, he had a lawman with him until just recently, so he shrugged it off.

"Alright." He said, calmly. "Guns are away. So hows about we get to the business of us being dead in the water." He paused, "If you are so suspicious, you'll find some four others in the infirmary. Unconscious. The pilot is on the way." He sighed, and then keyed his portable comm. "Trace,get down here."

[Lance Howe]

Lance tensed up as the ships connected and finally the doors opened. Their armed threesome was mirrored by an armed foursome on the otherside... great! Nobody was shooting yet so that was a plus but standoffs were always difficult. Luckily, or perhaps stupidly, Lars decided to stand down first in a show of good faith.

Jeff responded quickly but and lowered his weapon but then again, that man was like a space ninja and didn't need his weapon at the ready to be able to kill you in the blink of an eye. He was also wearing gorram armor. Lance was no push over but in the company of ex-operatives, lawmen, war veterans, and gunfighters he was clearly the least experienced and also the lightest armed. It took a little more to get him to lower his weapon but he eventually complied.

The doctor breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he wasn't blown away instantly. Hoping the situation was mostly resolved, Lance turned back to the infirmary. His skills were best put to use supervising his many patients, not trying to repair the ship. If one of their boarders wanted to check on their story about having so many wounded it would probably be best to have someone holding down the fort too.

[Roger Davis]

It was actually a little surprising for the crew of the Bjorn Star to submit and lower their weapons so quickly. He would have expected at least some kind of negotiated scale down where each side has one person holster at a time or something stupid like that. They must have been really, really desperate for help or just naive... or setting a trap.

Roger stuffed his pistol back in its shoulder holster and relaxed his other hand from the shotgun on his thigh. He motioned for the others to stand down as well. Now came the bit about actually helping out which unfortunately they weren't all too qualified for. Mirroring Lars' own actions, Roger keyed his comms as well. "Vivian. Ya can come on down now 'less o' course yer too comf'table up there."

The Trinity captain then walked across the threshold into the other ship and offered his empty hand to Lars. "We ain't exactly a repair hub but you're welcome to what we might have." He turned back to his crew. "Sheriff, why don't you go take the preacher and take a look at their wounded. See if you can't maybe help out." Those two knew some medicine but likely couldn't do anything if they were all stabilized already. Of course Shield could give last rites if any wanted it but the real reason was to check their story. "And try to play nice with each other. Meet up back here to maybe help with the heavy liftin' when yer done."

"Tristram, get Casey in here to see if she can breath some life into this ship." He looked back toward Lars. "Our mechanic got... well, she's not in the best of health neither, but so long as we got enough hands to work at her direction we should be good."

[Vivian Thrace]

Vivian practically leapt from the pilot’s chair as if it was on fire and sprinted down the corridor, making a very brief stop at her quarters before descending the stairs to the bridge strapped for anything they could throw at her. It was safe to say Vivian was a naturally suspicious person. Suspicious of other’s motives and the validity of their truths, she had difficulty believing anyone was truly honest. It made her a hypocrite sometimes, but it also kept her alive.

Vivian well enough made up for the fact that they didn’t have a massive crew ready with guns and the like to combat a bushwhacking, she had enough weapons for an army. She stopped at the threshold leading into the other ship with Vera tucked under one arm, her other hand rested on her bluebird, and a Winchester strapped to her back, not to mention the various knives on her person and the grenade hooked to her belt. She was literally ready for anything. Looking from Roger to Lars, and then the others who had lay down their weapons she shrugged.

“I take it I won’t be needing these?” she asked, trying to hide the slight pout that was deceiving her otherwise emotionless expression. As requested before boarding she too lay down Vera, her pistol, and her Winchester. She was strapped to the teeth. At the door she unclipped her grenade and bent down slowly, gingerly setting it down, her gaze never wavering from the opposing crew. As she crossed the threshold she remembered the other various weapons on her person and fished them from their more obscure places. It was absurd the amount of weapons Vivian set down on the deck and the amount she could carry. “Where do you need me Captain?” she asked reporting to Roger, she still had one her favorite pistol tucked into the back of her trousers covered by her shirt, a very small knife secured in her left boot as well as a few of the smaller weapons she had strapped, one of them ducktaped with medical tape around her middle, to her person. She wasn’t about to go in blind no matter how ‘friendly’ they seemed.

[Tristram Kelly]

"You got it, Cap'n."

The first mate turned and jogged to the engine room, where Casey was. She still wasn't it top form, but she was improving.

"C'mon, cuz. We gots us a ship that needs fixin'. Unless you don't think you can do it. I mean, I totally understand if you don't feel up to the challenge."

A mischievous glint sparked in his eye. If there was one way to get under Casey's skin, it was to sell her short on her ability to fix something. And oh, was it ever so much fun.