The Furr Ship.

(Sorry,you're right.)

"Thank you sir."

Rory goes to the operation station and does an scan of whatever that's in orbit.

Wraith smiles a wide, slightly crazy grin. he undoes his laser carbine from its 3 point sling and checks it before loading a new powerpack into it,snapping it in with an audible click. he then presses a black button on the handle and the gun hums to life, an aiming laser shooting out a thin blue beam from under the barrel. he then reaches up and pushes a button on his helmet, and a green H.U.D. screen pops out, also humming as it goes thru its diagnostic routine* lets do this. he hefts his rifle into the ready position. full of adrenaline, he turns to rory and even though its not protocal (he should be going thru lig, as lig is captain), he asks directly "got anything yet?"

(apt description of wraith when encountering the aliens:

"Another lose cannon gone bi-polar" )

"Yes he does. I get the sensor data too. It's a them. The Vackalay. The ones that destroyed our world. It's a Fighter carrier. Not the most heavily armed but it's got a big crew and a good compliment of pilots. Not to mention boarding craft." Lig said as he looked over the sensors "Looks like they're launching boarding craft only. Probably wanna take the Destiny as a trophy."

(Vackalay are my lil name from the aliens in one of the Jack comic story arcs. Here's a link to a comic with one.)

http://www.pholph.com/index_a.php?Strip=773

Rory looks and sees the fighter carrier and pushes his com badge.

''Sir,I think we have company."

wraith churrs with excitement and rocks back and forth on his heels. he reaches up and presses a button on the side of his helmet, activating his com systems. "Wraith to all security teams, code Alpha Omega Zeta. he has incoming hostiles, i repeat, incoming hostiles. boarding craft mostly, but there might be some independent light fighters just out of sensor range, plus a confirmed report of a fighter carrier, probably carrying a mix of heavy fighters and ship to ship bombers. suit up and grab your gear. make sure all airlocks are secure. theyre probably going to try and cut their way in, but we still dont want to leave any barn doors open as an invite. fighters squadrons, prepare to launch. armerment should probably consist of a mix of plasma lasers and hunter-killer missles, type-192. thats right, type-192, we're not taking any chances with these guys" he switches to his own private squad channel. "get out of your bunks boys, this is our time to shine." finally he listens to replies from the security teams. "Teams 1-19 are ready, he relays to lig, but somethings gone wrong with squad 20. theyre were the front lines when the first ship latched. theyre cut off from the armory, and all they have is pistols and light munitions."

(anyone interested in rping as one of the security teams as well?)