Re: Prologue: The New Pack [Supplementary]
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[Lt. Devyrie Okhala | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 21 | USS Theurgy ]
The landing had been a bit rougher than she had planned, but given the circumstances, it was a blessing to be on the ground. She took a moment to calm herself, heart thudding against her pressure suit.
"D, we going to introduce ourselves?" Vinnie's voice shocked her back to the present. The ship's gravity finally hit her, and the rage and roar of the battle's marks pounded against her. Chest heavy, Dev reached for the release, her restraints retracting to her jumpsuit with a simple *click*. She unsnapped her helmet, white locks still tied up in a bun, out of the way. Some sweat stung out her eyes, with the sudden exposure to air, and she wiped it away, best as she could.
"How many made it?"
"I've got at least four fighters that landed with us. Not sure what happened to the rest." Vinnie's voice was morose, and Dev could feel his pain, like a hot spike up her neck. She had thought that more would side with her, but pilots were a stubborn bunch. She was just grateful for some company.
"We'll assume they joined back up with the task force. No going back now, I guess."
"First steps, then?"
"Yeah..." she sighed through clenched teeth. "Keep her warm, alright, Vinnie? In case they are not as friendly as I think."
"Not a lot of fuel left."
Dev ignored him, pulled her sidearm and hooked it to her suit. She had no intention of using it, but her eyes flicked around the bay, taking the surroundings, calculating odds. She didn't like this at all. But, no going back, and she lowered herself off the fighter to the deck. She glanced around, looking for some officer who might be in charge, and might help this transition. She glanced back at Vinnie, and moved forward to the nearest officer. Well, petty officer.
"Lt. Okhala, um, here to join the Theurgy. Please direct me your department head."
It was blunt, but this was unusual circumstance. How else do you approach this?