OOC: The mission brief is fairly simple: Intelligence has tracked an OPA operative thought to be behind recent bombings between Ceres and Io on the freighter Megellan The Nergal and Strident are tasked with retrieving this individual and any OPA data. The Strident is going to burn hard at 5g for a short period, then drop to 3g for hours and then cruise past the target as it decelerates in stealth mode. The Nergal will burn at 2g for 12 hours then dropping to 0.3g before turning and decelerating to close on the target. (Strident goes fast to overtake, Nergal comes in slower to catch) When the Magellan flips halfway to decelerate the Strident will approach from the direction of Io and take out its engine in a surprise attack. The Nergal will approach from the direction of Ceres (behind but actually "front" of target) and launch marines. However, Magellan will send a distress signal shortly and be under attack by a well armed pirate cruiser. Plenty of action for crew members and marines. Open to all. "All stations check in," the Captain drawled. The heavyset woman with the thick accent - that apparently originated in Texas - was on the upper half of the CIC. "Communications station. All systems are ready," Akane replied when it was her turn. She didn't want to be on the Strident for this mission but here she was. This week had been rather unique. At times over the past few years she had wished for something more interesting than intercepting belter comms, interrogating pulled over freighters and doing intelligence analysis. How this week affected her career would determine how she would view it in future. This week she had filled in for her superior in the largest MCRN operation that wasn't for training purposes. Then she'd been grilled by task force command on the view of the intelligence community on how it would affect OPA operations and been shouted at for suggesting it was 'negligible.' Then interviewing a field agent who had panicked during the blockade. And to top it all off the Minister for Defence himself had communicated with her to share new intelligence and given her information to brief Task Force Command. Right now she wasn't thinking about that. She was thinking about the fact that her seat was reclining ready for a long 3g burn. They'd hit higher decelerating on the approach to Ceres but not for that length of time. Akane despised high G burns. Her superior on the Dialla had suffered a stroke on the way to Ceres and that fact did nothing to calm her nerves. "Akane." She looked up at the Captain who was casually leaning over the railings of the upper deck. "Yes ma'am?" "We have nearly a half day to intercept but given how useless you are during a burn I assume you've prepped to emitters to blind the Magellan and jam her comms as soon as we've taken out her drive?" "Yes ma'am." It was quite a technical job she was well suited for with her background in signals analysis. "Excellent. Now try and relax or you'll hemorrhage. That, or break my chairs." The captain gave one last nod. Her tightly cropped hair didn't even move in the gesture. Then she was out of sight, returning to her own crash couch where she could see the pilot's screens. Irys looked down at her hands. Her usually chocolate coloured skin had gone bright white around the knuckles. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Why couldn't she have stayed in the Nergal for a relatively serene flight plan by contrast? "Timings are precise here so we go on the Nergal's order," called the captain. "We've got a one minute timer now ma'am. Estimated intercept assuming no change to target's flight plan: twelve hours, fourteen minutes and twenty six seconds," called out one of the bridge officers as they received the flight plan via the navigation deck. It was precise. "Time for the juice then." Akane eyed her screens and tried to distract her mind as she felt the needles bite down. Damned marines were probably two decks down laughing about the whole matter. There was the Magellan. Assume the OPA hadn't tricked them. Following a freighter in the system was like tracking a grain of sand in one of earth's oceans she had seen photos of. However, the MCRN had one of their big arrays pointed square at that ship now. They didn't know the storm that was coming their way.