Space Cops!

[Khaki-Shepherd]

Kazbek caught what seemed to be a voice on the pod's communicator, he tried to filter the signal by switching the dials. Although he was met with a flurry of sparks from one of the exposed wires hanging from the top console, which singed some of his fur.   
He tried again, pushing one of the wires back into place and pulled the headset over his ears.

"Mayday, this is Pod alpha of the Sandstorm, assistance required, please respond." Kazbek spoke into the microphone.

[Fenox Helkiin]

"GOTCHA!" He shouted as he shot out from under his dashboard and into his chair flipping a few switches and taking his ship up in a hurry. "Come on... Just give me a visual..."

[Ryan Naismith]

There was a microphone built into his helmet, hooked into the ship's comns. He wouldn't be able to hear anything with the lack of oxygen.
"Sandstorm, come again." He spoke into the radio, repeating. It three times. The reception was bad.

[Khaki-Shepherd]

"Are you still-" Kazbek was about to finish when the stray wire from the ship's communicator fell loose and struck the oil stained rag hanging next to it. The wire arced and within a few seconds the rag was ablaze just inches from the dingo's face.

Kazbek pulled down the visor on his suit, sealing it completely  and pulled the emergency door release latch. the fire disappeared as the module's remaining oxygen and belongings were sucked out into space

"Are you still there?" He called out using his suit's communicator as he climbed out of the emergency exit. His suit would have only a few minutes of air left.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Sandstorm, you still there?" He said, floating himself over to some EVA suits "sandstorm, come again?"

[Khaki-Shepherd]

"This is sandstorm, I'm still here" Kazbek responded switching on his helmet mounted torch, unsure of whether his virtually ancient comms would work.   

[Ryan Naismith]

"Sandstorm, I'm reading you, but you're breaking up... Sandstorm, key your radio two times if you can read. Repeat, key your radio two times. Two times key your radio."
As he said this, he pulled on the EVA suit, getting ready to jet over to the sandstorm's escape pod.

[Khaki-Shepherd]

Kazbek obeyed immediately and keyed the radio, now holding one of the side rails of the small module. His life support was already running of reserve power and the air he breathed began thinner and thinner.

"Come on... Come one" He muttered looking around for the ship

[Ryan Naismith]

Leon immediately exited the airlock, and looked around for the ship. He couldn't find it. But he saw a flashing light, possibly a strobe beacon. So he set a marker for his ship in his HUD, and began to jet over to it.

[Khaki-Shepherd]

Kazbek caught a shape in the beam of his strobe marker approaching him and waved towards it with his disconnected torch

[Ryan Naismith]

As he jetted over to the escape pod, he found himself calling out to this guy, even though he knew he couldn't hear him. When he got close, he waved back at him, his jets automatically compensating for the motion.

[Khaki-Shepherd]

Kazbek reached out to the figure, but he over extended and soon felt the craft slip away from under his boots, leaving him completely detached in the void. It was hard to breath and sweat was already dripping from his forehead onto the visor

[Rayleonarde]

Ray awoke, having fallen asleep in his corner of the ship. He had repaired the impulse drive, and the shielding seemed to be functional. He twitched his foot, and looked at the ceiling.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Sh*t!" Leon curses, immediately jetting over to kazbek, emergency air helm in hand 

[Rayleonarde]

Ray stood, and looked around. "Mmm...what's going on?"