Seeing Eamons thumbs up, Kal nodded back, despite it not being visible through the pods casing and activated the G-ray. Once he was sure Eamon was safely in his grasp, he initiated the release sequence, freeing the hangar of the ships internal gravity emulators and stopping the air flow to the room as well. The process took only a moment before the confirmation flashed up on his screen, giving him the all clear to open the floor beneath the pod.
This he did, as always minorly surprised that the pod didn’t just drop down into space the moment he did so. Of course there was no gravity to force it to do so, but it still went against his ingrained expectations, even after years of space training. He checked on his hold on Eamon one last time, then engaged the pods thrusters to propel them slowly out of the hold.
As soon as they were clear, he pulled up the virtual overlay to make sure he got his cargo as close as possible to their planned location. Still moving at a relatively slow pace, he gently drifted towards the designated spot, glad he had the overlay to distinguish their destination from the remainder of the sleek, unmarked hull. Once he was as close as he was comfortable getting, he activated the comms, praying they would work.
“I’m going to pull you to the pod so you can push off when the G-ray deactivates.”
Without waiting for a reply, he proceeded to do just as he had described, shortening the range of the G-ray to as little as possible. Eamon should feel it when the ray deactivated, but Kal spoke into the void once more all the same.
“Deactivation in 3… 2… 1…” He remained floating in place, waiting for confirmation, audible or visual, that Eamon had reached the ships hull safely.
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Ahara sighed when she heard the crackling voice summoning her. So much for a quiet moment before they docked to finish her food. Scooping the remnants of her breakfast into one large mouthful, she tidied away her bowl and spoon, struggling to chew and swallow. Grabbing her tablet from the table, she made her way to the bridge as requested, deciding to not drop off her tablet in her room on the way. She would need it later anyway.
Stepping onto the bridge, she announced her presence with a quiet “Sir.” Residual tiredness and preoccupation with the situation on Jepison made her voice less sharp than usual. With the tablet clasped in both hands before her, she looked almost deferrent. More the picture of the medic Frayne might have wished for. Even so, there was still something in the tilt of her chin that warned of potential defiance.