<<<Ciao folks - going to try something a bit new with this post - going to add screenshots from the editor of the Saviour-A as I write....trying to give the reader a perspective of what the characters are seeing to help tell the story.
Keep in mind, though, that the Saviour-A isn't completed yet, so in the images I do post...try to picture the rooms and scenes as "complete!"
Captain Dagley shivered and got up out of the office chair he had been sitting in amidst the ruins of the Tyrada's Captain's Ready Room. It had been more than two weeks since he and Lieutenant Shawn had first found and boarded the Tyrada in the Dagas Asteroid Field and the ship was still in shambles. Dirt and broken pieces on the floor? Sure, they were everywhere. That, at the moment, was not what was important.
The Tyrada turned out to be a gold nugget among salvage, a vessel Darkstrike Enterprises could salvage in its entirety - but that didn't mean it was going to give up without a fight. Aside from the massive and highly irritating complications of trying to get the systems of a 20-something year old, vacuum-exposed-for-ages battleship back to some semblance of functionality (he couldn't even count the number of relays/power conduits/junction boxes/damaged cables that had been replaced...and the number seemed to continue rising every 10 minutes), it had taken days just to get the Tyrada out of the field. First the thrusters had to be repaired and brought online and then the ship had to be precisely maneuvered (read: half moving under her own power, half dragged by all 8 of the Saviour-A's Utility Tugs through the thousands of jostling asteroids to open space...no easy feat by any means. None of the Tugs managed to take a hit, despite some close calls, but a few smaller asteroids did impact the Tyrada and set the move back hours still.
Now, though, she was clear - had been for 2 days - and was slowly on her way (and under her own power even!) back to Darkstrike Enterprise's asteroid Space Station Headquarters in the Fiat Asteroid Cluster, 3 systems away. The Saviour-A tagging along behind..."Most likely picking up all the pieces that fall off along the way..." Dagley thought. Only the necessities on the Tyrada had been repaired for the journey. Numerous hull breaches remained unsealed. Main lighting was offline. No shields or weapons. Only gravity plating and minimal life support in the most "required" areas of the ship had been restored - tertiary areas for entertainment, guest and crew quarters were left without life support and grav plating to save power. As the Tyrada was running less than a skeleton crew, they just weren't needed. Plus, in her current state, the old girl couldn't handle that kind of power draw anyway.
The Captain walked through the dimly lit (emergency lighting, alone, was active...main lighting was offline to save power) Ready Room to the door and out, ducking instinctively past a fallen beam, onto the bridge full of engineers. "Status Report, please."
"Well sir, we've managed to stabilize the power from Reactor #2, but it's still only at half capacity. Reactor #1 is still operational at the moment, but it's output is still fluctuating", the crewman grimaced, "The crew down there may need to shut it down for repairs..."
"But that would mean dropping out of warp and a further delay of getting this old girl repaired!" the Captain sighed.
"Unfortunately yes sir, but it's not like we would be completely immobile, I think we can still scrounge up enough power to stay moving at sublight speeds. Plus...which would you prefer, dying at sublight speeds from some piece of this junkpile falling on your head, or dying at warp when the Structual Integrity Field fails from that damn Reactor fluctuating?" The crewman cocked an eyebrow at the Captain.
Dagley thought for a moment at the indescribable destruction that a ship losing integrity at FTL speeds endured - disintegration into billions of unrecognizable pieces spread across light years of space or even beyond. Bringing his palm to his face and shaking his head; "Shut it down and bring us to sublight." was his only reply.
The Tyrada creaked and bucked as the ship exited warp. Everybody looked around nervously but got back to work when the vessel survived the slowdown. "Crewman Lasek, you have the Bridge...what's left of it. I'm going over to the Saviour."
The Captain exited the bridge walking along the maze of accessible and inaccessible half-destroyed corridors, past crewman working with all manner of tools on all manner of the Tyrada's systems. All of this was a stop-gap measure. Usually, a vessel to be salvaged or repaired would just dock with the Saviour-A for whatever length of time was needed. The Saviour sported some of the most advanced salvage/repair technology and one of the most knowledgeable crews in the field in this quadrant, but seeing as the D.E. headquarters was only 3 systems away, the Captain was gambling that the nerve-wracking trip getting the Tyrada back to the HQ station would be worth it when the station's additional resources could have the Tyrada repaired sooner.
Dagley walked past the corridor he had found that one poor soul in when he first boarded the ship, reaching down and feeling the pistol in his pocket he had been carrying around everywhere. "I'll finally take a close look at this thing back on the Saviour" he thought. On, into the hangar bay, he climbed into Utility Tug #2 and, requesting permission to depart, deftly maneuvered the small ship out into space and toward the Saviour-A's Utility Tug Hangar A.
"This is Captain Dagley to Saviour U.T. Hangar Flight Control, requesting permission to dock, Hangar A."
"Permission granted sir, welcome home."
Slowly bringing the Tug into Hangar A, Dagley waited for the hangar's forward door to open, revealing the Saviour's light craft repair bay, into which he brought Utility Tug #2. She hadn't moved since the Captain and Shawn had sat her down in the Tyrada's hangar two weeks prior, so it was best if the fight crew gave her a quick once-over. Getting out of the Tug, he spoke briefly to a nearby hangar crewman about his intentions for the Tug and, with a positive nod, walked through the large open door into the buzzing cargo bay...
...up the twisting "main staircase"...
...past the Hydroponics, Water Systems, and Oxygen Systems rooms, through the Operations Room and eventually on to the Bridge.
"Welcome back Captain!" offered Commander Taisho.
"Thanks Commander, it's good to be somewhere a little more..." Dagley tapped the shiny, pristine bulkhead with his knuckles, "..solid. I'll be in my ready room, going to place a call to learn more about a little gem I found on the Tyrada." He smiled and pulled out the shiny, empty laser pistol.
He walked around the corner to the left and down the length of the room into his ready room. Walking over to the chair behind his desk, he sat and turn his chair toward the wall to his right, keying the console there to open a comm. channel to Xavier Industries.
He had recognized their makers marks on the pistol when he had picked it up. If anybody could tell him more about the model, history and capabilities of his new toy of his, Mr. Xavier had. They still did not know each other well yet, but through their sporadic business dealings, the two had come to a friendly and mutual rapport with one another.
"Establishing comm. signal..." appeared on the console screen. The Captain waited patiently for a response...