preparing the banquet

The closest ship is perfect, and only a few hours away. It's half our size and moving for the Michaela system almost as fast as we are. There are no jump points nearby, so it probably won't just disappear into the black. No scanners made can track ships into a jumpspace, in fact, the reason there are jump points so carefully set up is to prevent the collision of ships and whatever gets in the way. NO one knows what is waiting at the other side, but if you do know, you can slip in and out of almost anywhere. You just have to feel it, see the other side, trust yourself and your ship. With enough information, you make your own luck. I've made a career of it.

Ice showed us the new scanners she's upgraded, similar to what Feds have. She scanned our own ship to demonstrate, Caban and I studied the image of Oberon with tiny heat markings where each crew member is. Three of us clustered together on the bridge, Kon in his quarters. The Doctor moving back and forth in the MedBay next to the sleeping form of The Sneak. She landed herself there after our meeting, poisoning herself with chems on some frantic, paranoid rant. Caban has never been as shocked as I saw him then, and it brought to mind how they said he was when I went down. The amount of used patches I found in her room made me cringe, but at least she's not on dredge or spacedust. Glass won't kill her, but it will rust her brain, sure as an airleak. Stupid shaking girl. I hope she'll be alright.

When we get close to our target, we'll scan them for clues, send them a quick line, and unless they decide to give in easily, we'll fly in close and take them. Oberon is tilting fast and we've readied the boarding equipment. A quick pop and we'll be on our way. I'll be at the Nav seat, not breaking holster with the rest of them. Em will stay in the MedBay with the Doctor. We could all use something to eat.