Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150625043600/@comment-26065062-20150721125648

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Elestan Larcalaite wrote: A PHR vessel receives a video and audio transmission. In it they see a damaged cyborg in the pilot seat of a space vessel, but there is a lot of static and many of his words are hard or impossible to understand. "Can you ? Me and my crew were attacked by the Scourge while on - and we have lost much equipment and supplies. Sending co-co-co-ordinates now. I dont know how long we can hold out, maybe ---. Please send help su-su-soon! " And the transmission ends with a long pause of static. A PHR warship, cloaked of course, is sent to investigate. A few hundred metres from the co-ordinates was a battered ship with 14 signs of life in hypersleep and 2 signs of life that are awake, but barely surviving. When the PHR ship boards the other ship, it finds two cyborgs, one in a space suit and one in a custom-fitted power-suit ande air-compression level only at 5%. The cyborg in the power-suit links a transmission to one of the PHR field officers in a hoarse, rasping voice: "My name is Ellaren. Me and my crew barely survived the retaliation attack from the Metas on the day appointed by the White Sphere. We managed to escape in a small ship in which we are in right now, but I had lost both my legs, an arm and an eye in an explosion there and many of my crew had similar injuries as well. After that, we lived with other 'Abandonists' until a few years ago. We thought that we should help the other metas, as they are probably a lot worse set than we are. After a a couple years of helping them on missions, we decided to search the world's for life and the mission to Jericho provided a perfect oportunity. But while getting away we got heavily damaged in an attack of the Scourge, who we had managed to destroy and fight off, but most of our systems were impossible to repair here and we barely managed to send the message. We also have lost three quarters of our remaining air, so we left most of us in hypersleep to save air and only left me and Flarion on guard in case help came. We need air and food and water desparetely, and also new equipment. Over the years I had tinkered with our tech and custom-fitted it to us. We are all elves here. I have also managed to make a brand new type of weapon. We no air left now and Flarion has passed out into uncounsciousness only a few minutes before you came. Please, help us..." The transmission was finished with a rasping breath.