<USS Avalon> Headed to Avalon or Disaster

OOC:
Sets up the /Avalon/ rescuing her shuttle with her aboard...
(also: I don't normally tag, but this time, will make exception.)
When I wrote this, didn't know what her rank would be. The rank noted is the one she's earned via her native world's defense forces. My future ones will note her actual 'Fleet rank.

IC:
"Headed to Avalon or Disaster?"
by
Talea Jenot Erridim, RSDF 1Lt(s.g.)

Location: Talea's family estate
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Talea just stared at the orders she held, an eyebrow arching over her right eye. "This can't be right. Avalon's a /myth/." The house MI stated softly, "No, Miss Talea, I'm afraid the order is quite legitimate, as is the scheduled time of arrival. You'd best hurry, if you're to leave on time."

Talea sighed heavily, then got her kit together, a total of three cases and four duffels. With some effort, she managed to get the unwieldy lot to the shuttle bus, and thirty minutes later, got to the shuttle port. An hour later, she lifted off, unaware of the disaster that loomed.

With twenty-two Regellian hours (2 days, 13 hours, 6 minutes, 40 seconds Terran) left before she would arrive at the /USS Avalon/'s purported coordinates, she felt the shuttle rock hard as it was struck. Within seconds, all systems, including life-support, were down. Cursing under her breath, she prepared the life pod, but locked it off where it couldn't eject and fire. Her gear wouldn't fit inside it. With three minutes left on the life-support timer and the warning alarm sounding, she closed the pod with full, "hard" stasis locking in seconds later.

She wasn't aware of it, but the meteorite that had damaged her shuttle had also damaged the distress beacon's storage, corrupting the first bit of her distress call. At the time of her going into stasis, she had no ships on sensors, so her last conscious thought was, "Be my luck I'll be rescued by slavers or worse."

Twenty Regellian hours (2 days, 7 hours, 33 minutes, 20 seconds Terran time) later, the distress beacon aboard the shuttle (known as the "/RSS Baron l'Orange/") got within comm range of the /USS Avalon/, but their only clear reception from the audio-only distress call was "...Orange. All systems are down, life support is failing. Will be inside a life pod. Do not destroy shuttle! Please!" The woman's voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of panic that the crew could detect. The beacon was on infinite repeat, and it had been apparently operating for a relatively long time.

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