[QUOTE]"What is his race? Is he human?" Yanim asked. "And you said this fighter has its own warpdrive?"[/QUOTE]
Taylor moved back around to the cockpit window and peered in. "He looks human from what I can tell. He's wearing some kind of old body armor, and a flight helmet. Some retro camo too. He's also got a gun. Odd looking weapon."
Amelia floated around to the rear of the craft again, to the engines. "These engines don't really look like normal ones! Really the whole fighter looks strange! You or one of the engineers may need to take a look at it!"
János sent a message over the comm.
"Found some good-looking mining lasers here. Gonna attempt to disconnect them now," the message said, as he went about attempting to do so.
[Roll]
Jag hover around the craft, inspecting closely in an attempt to figure out the vessel's origins. As before, it's make still eludes the Sanghvi. Not baring any notable designs features similar to that of common terrain engineering, definitely wasn't of UGC, SDF or HOUND make.
The Sanghvi begin to move closer towards the hull of the craft, making sure to not bump into it to more closely inspecting it while using it's implant to browse through any similar makes to compare.
"We'll get to the bottom of this," Yanim grumbled as she checked over the fuel rod containers for signs of preserved nuclear fuel.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Failed.
Yanim's gloved fingers paused as they reached a particular socket in the core. A handle stuck out, implying that a fuel rod was still languishing in the reactor. She carefully prepared a special tube for transporting it before grabbing hold of the handle. She pulled it, and the block came loose without a rod attached. The Geiger counter began clicking furiously, and Yanim quickly realized the fuel rod had broken loose and was lodged in the socket. She placed the handle and block back on top of the socket and the clicking subsided.
She sighed, "shnka..."
Taylor looked around the glass of the cockpit, scraping off a bit more ice so she can see in better. She then noticed a red light flashing inside. She peered in, and saw that it was coming from one of the monitors in the cockpit. She could barely make out what it said.
"Yeah, boss. The fighter's got a warpdrive. One of the monitors inside is flashing something about a 'warpcore failure'." she stated.
She continued looking it over, moving up above the cockpit. On one of the panels was some kind of symbol. She reached over and scraped some of the frost off. "Got a...really faded design on the hull. Six-point star...with a snake coiled around it. I think."
János:
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 4[/B]
Roll Passed.
With robotic precision, János easily detached the lasers from their housing and removed them from the craft in one piece.
Jag:
CH Estimate: 1/25
[B]Actual: 23[/B]
Roll Failed.
Jag received images of dozens, and then hundreds of various crafts of different types which all bore at least cursory similarity to the unknown fighter. However, when only searching human manufacturers, the results narrowed to the point that the remaining results bore almost no similarities to the design in question. In all likelihood, the craft was a completely custom build.
János appreciated the precision he had received with his body as he removed the lasers. He decided to search the ship a little more in case he missed something and to see if there was any explanation for his deja vu.
Vakarus left his console and made his way to the access point between the mess hall and the armory. Popping loose a panel, Vakarus began booting the auxiliary systems of the tunnel to make sure it was still functional.
"Docking ring, ready." Said Vakarus over the crew channel.
"Alright. Jag, help me get it tethered to the skiff. We can pull it over to the ship and move it into place." said Taylor, moving over to the Skiff and grabbing some cables. Amelia moved back to the skiff, returning to her spot as pilot of the craft.
Jag settled on that it's was custom build and continued to overlook the vessel, this time searching and inspecting the various weaponry and abilities of the craft. Before hovering over towards to Taylor after finding an odd symbol on the ship's upper hull.
The Sanghvi rose next the freelancer, moving in closely to briefly scan the symbol eyes. Again, having it's implant search through it's database to find any short of match while moving towards the nearby Skiff to help the rest of crew load up this mysterious void craft.
[QUOTE]"Yeah, boss. The fighter's got a warpdrive. One of the monitors inside is flashing something about a 'warpcore failure'. Got a...really faded design on the hull. Six-point star...with a snake coiled around it. I think."[/QUOTE]
As she searched for another intact fuel rod, Yanim grew slightly annoyed with mystery going on outside. "We'll have him in our vessel in a matter of minutes if you all would tow that fighter back. Then you should be able to just ask him who he is. Excuse me," Yanim said as she located another fuel rod casing.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Failed.
Yanim attempted to pull on the handle, but the casing didn't move at all. Straining in the low gravity, she eventually braced her foot against the core's surface and pulled, hard, until the handle snapped and she launched upward into the dark, empty space above. "Akha, akha!" She threw her hands and tail into the space above herself and impacted the ceiling clumsily. She waited for a moment, checking for any sign her pressure suit had been damaged. She breathed a sigh of relief when nothing seemed broken.
Meanwhile, János had entered the interior of the mining vessel in search of a source for his strange feelings of familiarity.
CH Estimate: 4/7
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Sadly, upon opening the crew cabin, János discovered that whatever had originally existed here had been extensively looted, likely by the same group which had claimed the ship's uranium. They took everything, even the cheap, uncomfortable chairs the crew had sat on.
Jag by this point had located the emblem painted onto the mysterious fighter, and used his implant to search for a match.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Failed.
Although it was a nice symbol, the search results failed to return anything meaningful. That either meant that the emblem was too generic, or that it was old enough and obscure enough that archives had not been updated to contain it. Maybe it was a combination of those factors.
In general, the crew seemed to be having poor luck.
Taylor managed to get it hooked up to the skiff with Jag's help, and soon enough Amelia pulled it back towards the ship. Once there, they got it orientated, and finally secured to the Muramasa.
"Alright, its ready. You can engage the seal." said Taylor over her comms. She gave Jag a thumbs-up in appreciation for his help.
"Roger." Jag briefly replied to Taylor, activating the seal an moment later. It's implant again failed to bring any useful information to light in regards to mysterious vessel.
Annoyed in it's findings or more the lack of their of, Jag simply push it's attention towards getting the vessel on board safely.
Maddox Graves was a quiet man. Years of exploring and his brief experience within the SDF auxiliaries had taught him the value of favoring the gift of listening above chatting endlessly. He did enjoy a good talk still, especially if there were drinks to be had but overall he preferred to be quiet and focus on his work while also maybe snapping up a piece of info or two.
Currently he was standing infront of a digital billboard with recruitment ads from various companies. Mining, shipping and security; it was all there. Just like Maddox, a large group of other people were also observing the billboard, hoping to find their next big gig.
While they were skimming through the ads on the digital billboard Maddox on the other hand turned his attention elsewhere; next to the digital billboard was a small metal one with printed out ads of varying sizes spiked to its surface.
While smaller and less known companies might not have the job security of the larger corporations, Maddox knew that the smaller companies had the best potential for adventure where others dare not go. Maddox was certainly no daredevil though, it's just that he enjoyed seeing new things even if the majority of the galaxy's population might often pass on these smaller opportunities.
He skimmed through the company names and found one. The 'Terika Belladonna Company'. The ad was pretty worn, it had most likely been here for quite some time. He skimmed through the ad and stopped at one sentence.
"Looking for Armorer. Past experience preferred." Maddox smirked and folded the ad before putting it onto his pocket. Now began the waiting game, waiting of rthe crew to arrive. He calmly strolled back to the run-down hotel he was staying at a few blocks away.
[editline]5th March 2016[/editline]
Vakarus twisted a handle as the docking ring locked on to the fighter and pulled it towards the Muramasa. Once in a stable position, a tunnel extended.
A minute later the tunnel was sealed and pressurized.
"Yanim'atvan, do I have your blessing to board?"
"I wonder what use old chairs would have to whoever looted this place," János wondered aloud. Deciding there was no point looking anymore, he decided to leave.
He re-entered the skiff and placed the lasers gently down, hoping not to break them.
"Alright, lasers secured. Going to move onto the next craft," he said over the comm. As he piloted the skiff, he noticed a symbol on the mining vessel he had checked out. Perhaps this was the key. He stopped for a moment to examine the symbol.
[quote]Meanwhile, in the mind of the pilot of this mysterious starfighter whom is about to wake up.[/quote]
*Thud*
...
*[B]THUD[/B]*
[I]"Sound..."
"What is... that sound?"[/I]
Jag begin stare at the void craft as it was loaded onto the Muramasa, taking an moment to think if this soft-carbon still lived. The vessel looks to have be frozen for numerous years in place, most couldn't survive cold storage for more then an decade. And those who did always suffered from physiologic and physical decay.
Nevertheless, Jag turned it's mind to more important matters. Wondering if the mafia would still recognized the Sanghvi during their upcoming operation on Prospera. Most likely not.
[quote]Yanim'atvan, do I have your blessing to board?[/quote]
"Yes, Vakarus. Show caution." Yanim then returned to searching for uranium, and, having found one more casing with a handle, carefully pulled on it in hopes of getting an intact fuel rod.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Halfway out of the core, the fuel rod snapped diagonally into two long shards- one attached to the handle and the other slipping back down into the core. There was a brief, distant blue glow and large spike on Yanim's Geiger counter. "Hyusha!" [I]Well then![/I] Yanim slammed the rod back into the core and gave up.
"I've found no usable nuclear fuel here. I'm returning to the skiff now."
Elsewhere, János discovered an emblem on the side of the mining ship. It was an image of a fish, perhaps a herring, painted in red. He stared at this for a moment.
János stared at the emblem on the ship. He remembers how he used to eat herring and how he got sick of its taste. Realizing he had wasted enough time on the ship, he piloted the skiff to the next wreckage.
Taylor nodded in satisfaction. "Well, lets get to checking out the rest of the junk out here. There was one more thing over near where we found the fighter. Lets check that thing out." she said, looking at both Jag and Amelia. "Right!" said Amelia, happily.
[B]...[/B]
"So much fucking spam..." muttered Valencia 'Valkyrie' Blackwell, as she stood next behind the crowd of people looking up at a digital billboard. The billboard itself was showing various adds, flashing brightly across the screen, while a smaller one next to it had several notes from other companies that didn't want to or couldn't afford to do digital ads. She watched the main billboard, peering through the bangs of her nearly white hair. Nothing interesting yet.
She finally sighed, and pulled out her personal holo-tablet. She checked her messages. Even more spam. "Greeeaaat." she muttered. She wished she could hunt down the guys that make this shit and kill them in their sleep. She scrolled through them all till one caught her eye. [I]'Terika Belladonna Company - Mercenaries Wanted!'[/I] the subject read. She raised an eyebrow, and the toothpick in her mouth swapped sides. She clicked on it, then read the details. Looked like they were hiring basically anyone.
"Well now...this sounds good." she muttered. She clicked apply. All her information was imput into the application, and sent off in a snap. Now she'd have a job if she didn't win shit in the race coming up. She slipped the tablet back in her jacket pocket, and walked off towards one of the many casinos on Prospera. Time to get the scoop on the racers and place her bets!
[Heading to bed for the night.]
"I will." Replied Vakarus as he twisted a secondary handle, opening up the hatch. A ladder came down.
He climbed the ladder with care as he approached the hatch. Looking at a small screen in the tunnel the fighter appeared to have active life support.
"Boarding now." Said Vakarus over the comms. He did a quick prayer to the Vakr god of War and Mercy before opening up.
He sticked his head in and looked around.
The ship was cramped although large enough for a single individual to walk around freely inside. Vakarus spotted several consoles around the cramped area, all were offline.
He turned his attention towards the cockpit, a single slumped figure was positioned in the chair with a thin layer of purple dust covering him.
Vakarus used his psionic abilities to analyze the air but he could not sense anything out of the ordinary, although he should probably avoid breathing in that dust.
Behind the cockpit chair were two reinforced boxes, probably containing personal items and supplies. A single source of light could be found the in the ship, the lone screen with the 'Warpcore failure' message blinking.
Vakarus climbed in and moved the boxes carefully out of the way, one appeared to be open. He cuatiously opened it only to find weapons. Old weapons.
He grunted and put them aside.
Approaching the chair he slowly turned around the chair and looked at the slumped figure clad in a odd military uniform with a minimalistic vest with several assorted pouches and items.
He wore a bulky helmet on his head which obscured his face.
Due to the outfit not having any sleeves, Vakarus could easily determine that the pilot was infact, albeit very pale, a human. He tried to check the pulse like Alex taught him to but he couldn't sense anything but cold.
"Boarding complete, I have recovered the pilot. His vessel appears to be fully intact."
(( I'm going to call it for the night, getting to be around half past 6 over here so just going to have Infab/Sega has control over the Jag for the time being. ))
The rush of new oxygen and rising temperature is waking the pilot. He was slowly coming to his senses.
[I]"Who is touching me?"
"..."
"Why do they feel so warm?"[/I]
He tried to move, but could barely muster the strength beyond a twitch.
Vakarus froze as the pilot twitched slightly, almost enough to curl his fingers. He used his psionic powers to determine if the pilot was awake but he could only feel a weak presence as if he was in a slumber.
Seeing as the ship was full of oxygen and the fact that the helmet wasn't sealed Vakarus decided that it was not essential for the pilot's wellbeing and was probably for protection rather than for survival, he decided to remove the helmet.
After touching across the surface of the helmet he found no locks and cautiously pulled it upwards slowly.
Soon enough the helmet was off and Vakarus could see the pilots' face.
Aside from some darker areas around the eyes it looked like any normal human. Infact, the man looked almost peaceful.
Vakarus decides to put one of his fingers at his forehead and sent a tiny psionic shock capable of waking up even the largest of animals before stepping back.
The twitching gradually turned to thrashing. The pilot was squirming in his seat like a fish flopping on dry land.
His eyes opened up wide. His mouth stretched out in a silent scream. A look of horror was on his face. And then, he finally howled.
Vakarus was surprised by the sudden screamand put his open palm in the pilots forehead, sending several pulses of energy through his mind meant to calm him to such an extent he would appear "wasted", as Alex called it.
((I'm going to go ahead and bow out here, and get some rest.))
Vakarus' attempt to calm him did not work.
Instead, he leaped out of his chair, trying to free himself from his icy compartment. He ended up sliding behind his seat, shoving Vakarus aside, and promptly falling down through the access panel and landing on the ground of the Muramasa with a loud thud, knocking him out cold.
((I'm also clocking out for now. Feel free to stash him in the brig, if you want.))
Vakarus looks down the access point to the pilotresting on the floor. "Requesting assistance."
Yuga had sensed that Vakarus was being nervous about something, so she decided to go to the cargo hold to see what it was.
As she entered she witnessed an unknown figure throw itself out of the recovered vessel and onto the floor of the cargo hold. The landing apparently knocked him out cold, Yuga sensed that the explosion of thoughts that had recently been emitting from the figure now returned to a slumber state.
Vakarus came out after the figure and went to stand next to him.
"Any explanation to this?" she communicated to Vakarus, while nodding towards the figure on the floor as she walked up to him.
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