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Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, striking to the rear of the Reclaimer's Intent. The vessel lurches for a moment and readings indicate a sudden - but brief - loss in grav-plate output. The controls feel more sluggish, now.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, cutting down the long 'neck' of the the commerce raider. Something more substantial, but nothing to cause much concern.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, cutting down the long 'neck' of the the commerce raider. Something more substantial, but nothing to cause much concern.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, cutting down the long 'neck' of the the commerce raider. Something more substantial, but nothing to cause much concern.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, cutting down the long 'neck' of the the commerce raider. Something more substantial, but nothing to cause much concern.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Mine Expedition, Borite Countryside
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Earrod gives Urien a small smile, dabbing at his own face to do away with the grim and grit that has collected since the work began, "Of course. We aren't complete primitives." He gives a strained laugh, clearly just as run thin by this whole event as the Solomani, "The coach-house near where you landed has quarters and warm beds, if you are wanting a chance to stretch your legs outside your ship." And with that he turns his attention to leading the way out of the valley, electing to go the shorter and more 'traditional' route before the discovery of the radar tracking device is made. An event that sees him grimly reaching to the sheath-holster on the front of his saddle, where a lever-action revolver has sat this whole time, unused and out of mind until now.

He looks between you, "I think you may be right. Keep sharp, friends. The Oghman are more sly than many off-worlders give credit for."

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

Aman and Chrone seem the most caught off-guard when the coming attack is announced. There's a flash of fear in their faces and they seem to freeze for a moment. After a moment of looking between the two of them and the space-farers who have so kindly given such advanced warning, it seems that he is the first to snap himself out of it, turning to the two of them with a snapped, "Go! Now, get on the wagons and run!" He all but shoves the two of them towards one of the waiting wagons where the merchant is beckoning them to come along. He turns to look to the nearby fringe buildings of the starport, but then gives a double-take to those of you he can see aboard the ship, "Do what you can, spacers. We'll prepare as best we can."

And he takes off at a run, boots pounding the dirt as he sprints for the perimeter of the landing pad, calling out, "Alarm! Alarm! To the guns!"

Dazl looks to the sky and narrows his eyes. He grits his teeth. Rolls his shoulders. And like a shot, he's belting up the ramp, through the newly emptied cargo bay, and clambering up the ladderway. He shoots straight for the armory, following close behind Mahan before turning off for it. When he emerges, he tosses an accelerator rifle and a bandoleer of magazines to Dr. Te-Lari Kyra

Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Rhane, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Reclaimer's Intent, Borite Downport
019 (Harrier, Week 2, Day 4) 1105, Imperial

The Reclaimer's Intent lifts with ease as it comes to life, the ramp not even fully shut before the vessel is already cruising over the tree-tops. It is nowhere near as taxing a flight out to where the mining team are as it was for them to make their journey on mounts trying to avoid being seen - as the proverbial crow flies, an overland journey of two days is turned into a flight of minutes. There is even a rush of air and dirty washing up over the assembled group returning from the mines as the Harrier comes down to land, overshooting the group so that its a simple matter to rush into the cargo bay while the vessel keeps its nose pointed towards the approaching hostiles.

As the ramp comes down, Dazl is already holding post in the cargo bay, standing front and center with an accelerator rifle in hand as if he expects at any moment the vessel might be swarmed by Oghman raiders lurking in the treeline. He regards each of you for a moment and only when the cargo bay door is shutting and the Reclaimer's Intent lifting again does he quit the post.

Earrod is comparatively more panicked, not quite sure what is going on as he ushers his mount to one side of the cargo bay to loosely secure its reigns. As if he might have need of it shortly. Looking to the ceiling as if trying to get a sense of what his happening, he shakily makes his way to the staterooms where he had been quartered only days before, "Is this the visitors you spoke of, friend?"

With the Reclaimer's Intent moving for the fight, you all are able to move to various positions unimpeded.

On open communications, as the Reclaimer''s Intent rises up above the trees once again, the cutter broadcasts, a rough and crackling voice with the sounds of a ship in action in the background on unencrypted channels, "Unidentified vessel! You trespass on the hunting grounds of Chief Keia! Power down and surrender, and we might spare you!" And then, boiling the air as it fires, a single beam of a beam laser crosses the sky. The first contact, a modular cutter identified by automatic nomenclature on the sensors as Romeo 1, has fired!

The shot strikes the hull even as Mahan turns to evade, causing the auto-dampening of the displays to kick in. But the damage seems superficial at best according to what the sensors report.

Then the flickering beam of a pulse laser follows moments later, cutting down the long 'neck' of the the commerce raider. Something more substantial, but nothing to cause much concern.

"There's more where that came from, intruder! And a torpedo battery if you want a fight!"