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Orange Team Onward!

Arrival

Their flight path makes sure they are well out of the way of both the battles taking place and they get to the shield station within an hour as long as they fly quickly.

There are no enemy ships around but it is clear there has been an attack, the shield disk itself is damaged and there seems to be no power in the station.

Once they dock they will be met by some technicians who quickly explain the situation.

Help is needed everywhere. The power needs repaired, the shield needs repaired from the outside, there are injured technicians who need medical care. There is a small med-bay available.

Maintenance

Once the initial crisis is dealt with it is a case of keeping up with things. A patrol is needed to guard the station from other attacks, there are four shield stations in total and so the voidtreckers may chose to split themselves once things are a little calmer.

Keeping up the shields is an almost constant job, especially with the attacks. Once one thing is fixed it seems another thing is down. The maintenance itself is very technical but there are parts that can be done by the unskilled as long as they have direction.

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Loki was a quick study when it came to flying the ships and this was no exception. He was glad for the opportunity to provide a shuttle from the train depot to the shield station for no other reason than acclimating himself to the controls of the vessel. It was small, could carry a small group of people if it needed, and included a weapons array should they need it. They did not, not on their initial trip anyway.

"If anyone needs any pointers, I've nothing better to do." The broadcast was local as he made his way down, assuring only the VoidTrecker pilots would hear it.

Station
Once aboard, there doesn't seem to be much to do, aside from taking up the position of authority. If someone is needed in the med-bay, he finds someone to direct there. Shields seem to be failing, a direction there as well. Loki is a natural leader, after all, and calm in a crisis. If anyone seems to be having a tough time of it, he places a steadying hand on their shoulder, offers it a squeeze.

"Chin up. It could be worse, you know," accompanied by a charming and confident smile. "What can you handle?"

A Request for Aid
"If you've got a minute, we could use some presto-chango over here." Stark's communication had come as a surprise, but he'd recovered quickly.

"Are you asking for my help, Stark?" His tone was amused, languid, and seemingly unconcerned.

"Yeah, Reindeer Games. We could use a hand." Missing the reference entirely, Loki'd been beyond amused.

"Hmm," he'd responded, non-committal. "You seem to have mistaken me for a hero."

And yet, the transmission wore on him. Even in the face of all his opposition, Stark and the Avengers had fought with honor and courage, and they meant something rather deep to his brother. You'll always be the God of Mischief, but you could be more. Damn.

His ship was housed where they'd left it in the docking bay. The quarters were cramped, but they could only spare a small team either way. If Stark wanted his heroes, he'd have them. Maybe one day they'd be enemies again, but this wasn't even their war. He was a Prince of Asgard, a nation in name only now, but with a legacy of protecting all the Realms from foes within and without.

He activated the local radio to make a broadcast in search of volunteers. "Attention Orange. Red's just informed me they're in dire need of proper organization. It would be remiss for us not to respond. The bulk need remain here, lest the station is lost. Those not otherwise indisposed, meet me in the docking bay in five minutes. Evidently the heroes need saving."

Peter may or may not have been using his webs to hold stuff together and he may or may not be dangerously low on webfluid but never mind that. He's done good work, he thinks, with helping the others repair this and that but when Loki announces that Red Team needs help he's the first to volunteer. Or course he's going to go help Mr Stark. He knows Tony specifically asked him not to join Red Team's mission but that was before and this is now.

In five minutes time, Peter is at the docking bay, hanging upside down by his webs.

"You needed Volunteers?" He offers, getting down off the web like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Loki had made his way toward the docking bay as soon as he's completed his transmission. Just taking stock of the area inside the ship, he estimated he'd be able to transport five others in addition to himself to rendezvous with Stark and the Red team, which was just as well. More than that didn't need to leave the Oranges behind either way.

He turned at the sound of Peter's voice, then looked up to follow it, eyes tracking the boy as he descended. It wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever seen, but he arched a dubious eyebrow nonetheless.

"The Black Widow and the Spider-Man. I'm sensing the Avengers have a theme." He smirked at his joke but nodded. "I assume you're volunteering?"

After being briefed of what was going on, Paper wasn't really entirely sure what to do. He wasn't very useful here and he was painfully aware of it. He couldn't do much with regards to a hard vacuum and space, as most of his spells had a short range. He was almost upset until Loki's broadcast went out. Paper was to the docking bay before five minutes passed, but he patiently waited.

He raised a hand in greeting to Loki. "I am not particularly useful helping Orange - this technology is beyond me, but I may be able to aid you in helping Red in some way." He wasn't entirely certain about that, but it would be more helpful than staying around and being dead weight, probably.

Loki was pleased to see Paper join him in the hold. He turned, smiling, as he approached, crossing his arms.

"In some way? My friend, you possess the ability to perfectly mimic another's voice and can take their form. How would you not be a master of infiltration?"

The fighters had been an exercise in frustration for the small Au Ra. It wasn't anything like Air Force One back home, so when the call came out, Sarai was only too happy to escape the stifling and confusing vehicle and search for Loki on the station.

"Ser Loki," she greeted him when she finally caught up to him--not long, since she'd run into him on her way out of the docking bay. "You've need? Have you a healer yet? If not, allow me to offer you my services. Just in case."

"We do not have a healer, as it were, and while I hope we have no need of one, I welcome you." He smiles. "Well met, Sarai."

He motions toward the ship, small as it is. "We have only the room for a small group. Hopefully, that is all Red needs."

Sarai gave him a bow. "Then I shall be happy to help!" Especially considering she was a healer.

"Luckily I am small as well," she said, teasingly, mocking her own short stature. Oh well, good things came in small packages, didn't they? "The best hope is that Red shall not need my talents, but I suspect that might be a bit much to hope for, in truth. Still, from my lips to the ears of the Twelve, I suppose..."

Telli wasn't much help when it came to maintenance so she didn't hesitate to radio back that she was on her way. As quickly as she could she moved towards the docking bay, even using the Force to give herself a boost of speed.

When she arrived she looked around to find Loki and moved towards him once spotted. "What help does Red need?"

"They weren't clear, but they do have an entire fleet of reinforcements head off." That was the extent of knowledge Loki had on Red's mission, at least as of yet.

"I assume you can be of some help in that arena?"

"I'm not the best in close quarters, but get me some distance and a clear line of sight and I can do serious damage." Telli concentrated for a moment and focused her Force Presence on the space around Loki. She filled it with the storm that she saw when she meditated and the air around them became heavy, filling with the scent and feel of a thunderstorm. Intermingled with the scent of the storm though was something that felt like it was trying to drain the life out of whoever it touched.

She dropped the concentration after a few seconds and flipped a lekku over her shoulder as the feelings dispersed.

Daia can definitely admire Loki's leadership. But he just sits there, almost frozen and overwhelmed, as he just stares uselessly.

And then Loki approaches him, reassuring and smiling, and Daia can feel himself relax with that hand on his shoulder.

"Uhm… Not much, I don't think..." He looks over all the assignments again.

"I don't know what these... things," he indicates the ships and barriers. "Are... I've never seen anything like them. How am I supposed to repair something I've never seen?"

"A valid concern." And one he wonders if their dear leaders had ever considered. Why choose those with no purpose, though? There had to be something more to Daia than met the eye.

"Tell me, what skills do you possess?"

Curufin heard Loki's broadcast and hurried over to the docking bay. A Prince of the Noldor going to join a Prince of Asgard!

"What's the assignment? I can fly or handle the weapons systems. Do you want to share a dual fighter or each of us take a solo fighter? Let's go and save the heroes!"

Loki appreciates the enthusiasm but arches an eyebrow.

"Apart from a rendezvous with Tony Stark once we arrive, I've no idea. I believe they mean to acquire something from the enemy. We'll take one of the smaller transport ships. Once we're nearer the fighting, we'll see about acquiring another."

Curufin smiles at the arched eyebrow.

"All right, sounds good. Count me in." He looks around to see who else is going, and he takes a look at the transport ship. "Who's flying this thing?"

At the question, Loki raised his chin slightly, unconscious defiance to the accusation of ineptitude in his inquiry.

"I am. Why?"

Of course, Curufin had not meant to accuse Loki of ineptitude, merely to ascertain who was doing what.

"Do you want a co-pilot? I'd volunteer for weapons, only these transport ships don't have any."

"For the weapons, yes."

Flying is... not easy, not simple, but she's pretty sure she has the basics down well enough to pilot. The weapons not so much and she feels it's her duty as a leader to be willing to at least attempt to know how to fly and fire weapons.

"Hopefully they won't be needed. We don't seem to be headed toward the fighting."

There's something disappointing about that. "But there should be a targeting assist system."

"Hopefully, but we're still in a warzone and something like this is asking fate to brush his tails on all of us. Or for one of us to yank them and gods I hope that doesn't happen."

She wants to hope, Loki, she really, really does. But there's also a resigned note in he voice.

"That aside, what would I be looking for the targeting assist?"

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