Trasnverse: Evans Distress Pt. 1

Deep space, sector unknown.

A lone ship drifts in a parallel course to a slow moving rocky celestial body. The quite of space surrounding the outside of the ship, as small drones worked tirelessly on extracting precious ores from the secluded rough asteroid.

The unhurried pace of the drones matched the silence of space, but belied the reverberating noise being pumped out from the intercoms of the drone's mother ship, a collection class vessel. Some people, such as Evans the captain and sole pilot of this fine space craft, might even call the horrendously loud and harsh noises  as music. Most would have called it as it was, loud noise.

Evans had bought the location data for this specific exploit from a reliable source, an explorer friend whom he has traded for such information before. Already had had been here a week, as evident from the numerous empty bottles and ration packs floating through the cabin, most settling on the floor or crowding the control consul in the low G forces caused by his slow movement pursuing the moving gold mine of ore.

So far, this was looking to be a very profitable run for Evans, as his cargo holds where starting to near the brim. Just one or two more days here and, Paycheck. Though the blaring of music, Evans' thoughts drifted between guiding the drones as needed and what he was going to do with all that cash he was soon to come into. He was already envisioning that new thruster module mounting for his ship, the Golden Sheba. Heck, with the haul he was making here, he could even take some time away from the space ways. He could enjoy the finest of foods, for a while. He could even get some very attractive lady friends. Good food, drink, and women. What more could one hope for?

The thoughts quickly became dashed from his mind as he felt a massive shudder come from Sheba's massive frame. It was the first signs he received that something was wrong. Then, without any farther warning, a loud klaxon fought valiantly with the blaring music for attention.

Unbeknown by Evans, a pirate ship, the scourge that went by the name of the Black Corsiar, noticed a ship all alone out in a perfectly secluded system of the universe.  Had Evans been paying attention he would have plenty of notification that a Darkspace Drive had become activated in the area, but very much like the current damage alerts, they were easily downed out by the music. A week of no activity ate too much, leaving Evans unprepared and with his guard down. To make matters even worse, Evans had turned down the KE Shielding of Sheba to help conserve more power, increasing his profits. However, now, to kinetic driven guns she was exposed and ripe for the pickings. The final regret he would come to have was his decision to boldly come here without any hired escorts, also a decision to increase his income from this secluded area of normal space.

His hands clawed at the drifting debris of his current living habits, tossing empty bottles and discarded food packs off the control panels. He also scrambled to silence the music album he was playing, as well as trying to quickly realizable the ship as the force from the hits made it drift dangerously close to the asteroid he was currently mining from.

That was when a second collision rocked the stricken Golden Sheba. It took but a single breath for Evans to sync up to Sheba's L.I.A.M. by the the advanced links. Instantly, Evans knew as much as he could feel the ships plights and troubles. The rear facing Kinetic Force Projector was offline. The second shutter he felt was the unidentified ship shooting and disabling his entire turret system.

Evans, and the Golden Sheba, agreed that they only had two choices to make: Run. Call for help. If they ran now, all their collection drones would have to be left behind, but if they didn't, surly everything would have to be left behind.  Thankfully, Evans knew of someone else to call, he just hoped help would come in time...