[QUOTE]"Do you have any memory of your fighter vessel? That's where we found you."[/QUOTE]
"Wait! I do remember... something. My voidwalker, the one I was frozen in. I remember flying it, and I remember even fighting in it several times. I... cannot recall why it is I flew it, but I remember being very [I]very [/I]good at it, at least."
[QUOTE]"Pilot, your vessel was inactive aside from critical life support and a single console mentioning a warpcore failure. Do you remember what happend to your vessel?"[/QUOTE]
"...No. I do not."
Yuga could sense the pilot was only confused and neither aggressive nor hostile.
Her gaze went from the pilot to Alex, Abraxas and Vakarus, and she communed privately with them.
"Mr.Korunov, Mr.Abraxas, with my telepathy you need only think to communicate with me. I suggest we release the pilot and take him back to his vessel.
Perhaps seeing something familiar would allow him to remember."
Abrax sighed "Frosty here has the case of the forgotten memories." He deadpanned the man's appearance. Still recording. "Why I dont know. There's no logical evidence to suggest stasis gives you mild Amnesia."
"Do you remember what you eat at least?...What? If we're going to feed him I'm not going to poison the guy."
"I don't ever remember eating at all."
"Welp, one less mouth to feed." Abrax checked off on his band
"Anyone else have questions for him? I got nothing."
"How many fingers?" Asked Vakarus jokingly as he held up his hand.
"I do have a question, however. Is my voidwalker ok? I don't know how long I have been frozen, and I don't know if anything happened to it while I was in stasis."
Jag daparted from the vessel after loading the mysterious craft onto the outer hatch above the armory. Flying out towards The nearby astroids. Hoping to find anything of useful towards regenerating its body within in the field.
(( roll. Also, im busy today so don't expect me to be the posting much. ))
"Your ship? Vakarus, how's the ship?"
"Your vessel is fine, pilot. Aside from the previous mentioned warpcore failure it is fully intact, as are the two storage containers which hold your belongings." Replied Vakarus.
He was relieved to hear that his vessel is fine, as well as his belongings still inside.
"Ohh. I think I need to stand up."
The newly christened Frosty tried to get up from the table, and tried to walk.
"What should we call you, Frozen-one?" Asked Vakarus.
"The man with the long coat called me 'Frosty'. I suppose it fits considering the circumstances you found me in. That'll do until I remember who I am... [i]if[/i] I remember who I am."
Yuga walked up besides Frosty and looked up to him.
"If you feel you can walk properly, please follow me back to your vessel."
Yuga began walking out of the lab to go to the vessel.
Frosty stumbled and staggered around due to having to get used to walking again as he followed Yuga.
Vakarus stepped aside and approached Abrax. "Yanim'atvan will want a full scan of our new guest, Healing-one."
He then made his way back to the bridge. "Yanim'atvan, the pilot is alive and well. Aside from a few details there's nothing out of the ordianary with him. I also want to inform you that he has what Abrax refers to as 'amnesia'."
"I'll keep that in mind obnoxious-one." Abrax mocked, expecting some harsh karma later on and went back to working on certain projects.
"Right. I'll leave you too then. Lunch time anyway." Alex exited the labs and went straight back to the mess hall.
Owen was the happiest he had been in a long time. It was his tenth win in the F-Max series and after the nineteen race drought he’d been in, this was a great change of pace. Several second places, many mid pack finishes, and a couple of blown engines thrown in, all ceased to be important after today.
Owen won, of course, when he finally caught the bumper of the leader with less than five laps to go. Owen felt generous to the leader. Instead of giving the leader a corner panel sweep, Owen opted for the ol’ bump ‘n’ run. With a light but firm tap of the bumper, the leader lost his line going into the corner and had couldn’t get back to the throttle as quickly.
As he was on his cooldown lap, Owen looked at the facility and its fans. He never really marveled at the track since his first race there; but there he was, a few miles south of Talladega SuperSpeedway’s old 2.66 mile oval. Owen looked up at the fans, most were booing, but some were cheering. As long as they made noise, he didn’t care.
[QUOTE]
"This could bode well. If he is deceased, the black market can surely offer us a pleasent payment."[/QUOTE]
“What the?” Owen said to himself as he brought his machine to victory lane. Owen got out and joined his crew for this milestone celebration. After the interviews had been given with the media, Owen noticed his boss (Rick Hendrick IV) walking towards him with what appeared to be a frown disguised as a smile. “Congratulations on your tenth and last win with us” Rick said. “Thank you, Mr. Hendr-wait, what are you talking about?” Owen said as Rick’s words actually stuck to him. “Yeah, we’ve been talking it over and we’ve found someone more suited to us as a driver.” Owen couldn’t believe it, in the midst of his glory, his boss had the nerve to announce that the race was his last. Rick continued, “I think you may remember him, never really got a career to stick with racing, but it seems he made something of himself and I think this may be the place for him to try again.”
“Hey Owen” a voice suddenly said. Owen turned around and couldn’t believe who it was. It was-
THUD
Owen now found himself on the floor, apparently he had nodded off in the pilot’s seat and his body decided it no longer needed the chair. Owen got up, a bit dazed at his new position. Owen overheard some radio chatter, apparently the crew found something in the asteroid belt.
Amelia moves her head from side to side, humming a showtune while the scavanger is... scavaging the scavage.
Bucky:
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
Having climbed into the now-deoxygenated air lock of the cargo freighter, Bucky was presented with a hatch that had secured itself with heavy deadbolts against the skeletal frame of the ship. Using a screwdriver, she opened the control door's control panel, which had been offline for many years, and inspected its circuitry. Its power supply, the target of her interest, could not have been more simple in terms of design. With a gentle tug, she pulled a bit of the hot wire out of its protective, corrugated sleeve, snipped it with a set of wire cutters, and then did the same with the ground. Holding the ends of the wires against each terminal of a battery she removed from her own power drill, she watched as the control panel's display suddenly came online.
"[ERROR: COM OFFLINE - SAFETY ENGAGED. OVERRIDE? Y/N]"
Bucky pressed the panel's large, green button with her free hand.
"[MANUAL OVERRIDE - CONFIRM EQUL. WITH INT-ATM.]"
The abbreviations made things more confusing. Unsure of how to proceed, she hit the green button again.
"[NO INTGR - UNABLE TO OPEN.]"
Bucky paused for a moment to consider what to do next, after the screen reverted to its previous message. Then, it hit her, it simply wanted her to confirm that the pressure inside the craft was equal to the pressure in the airlock. She pressed "zero" twice on the keypad and then hit the green button.
"[0.0 PA - ARE YOU SURE THIS IS CORRECT? Y/N]"
She pressed the button one more time, and the deadbolts retracted. Pushing the door inward, there was no resistance as it swung into the darkness inside. She disconnected the battery from the control panel, leaving the hatch permanently open as she ventured inside. She found herself inside a vast cargo hold which was roughly a quarter full, mostly filled with structural elements and building supplies for the old mining colony. While most of it could be useful to the right buyer, Bucky would need to decide what to look for specifically to maximize utility.
((Remember, Blorgyboy, Bucky can perform three noncombat CH rolls in the same turn. That means you can specify three types of items and I'll roll for each.))
Elsewhere, Taylor was grappling with a large, disconnected engine floating in space. A flurry of ice crystals floated through the area as she began to cut away with it, seeking to collect as many of the titanium alloy components as she could gather from the old piece. It had clearly taken a beating from years of abandonment, and each strike had left smears of unrelated metal and ore particulate embedded into the metal, highly reducing its purity.
CH Estimate: 4/5
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Somewhere inside the massive engine block, there was pure metal waiting to be recovered. But not long after Taylor started cutting, the icy flurry became more intense, reducing visibility. Taylor accidentally began cutting through an old fuel line which still contained burn components and oxidizer, and in a sudden flash, the three-inch thick hose exploded like an overcooked hotdog, spitting flames in multiple directions. She had been gripping the side of the engine with her left hand, but the force of the explosion was violent enough that she was thrown away from it.
Floating peacefully nearby and humming to pass the time, Amelia suddenly found herself in position to catch Taylor before she could be harmed.
-Auto Roll-
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
((I'll use the "Auto Roll" feature whenever there's a circumstance where "anyone would have done that." I won't waste your time making you post rolls for things that you really can't get away with [I]not[/I] doing.))
Amelia wasn't ready for the moment, however, and two women collided with each other instead. While Amelia was unharmed, at some point in the dizzying mishap Taylor's suit received damage and slowly began to lose pressure. A chime sounded inside of her helmet as she regained her sense of direction, alerting her to the problem and encouraging that she return to the ship sooner, rather than later.
Meanwhile, Jag had begun to investigate the composition of the nearby asteroids, hoping that they could be useful toward future regeneration.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 5[/B]
Roll Passed.
After discarding a few unusable rocks, the sanghvi found one which was immediately familiar to the touch- it was made of very similar set of ores to the predominant mixture in the Patagonia Asteroid field of the northeast quadrant, otherwise known as the origin of the sanghvi race. The rock weighed roughly 80 kilograms, a very good find indeed.
Back at the freighter, Yanim came to realize that Bucky had taken the time to create a safe entrance to the cargo hold, and had only just entered minutes earlier. Rather than waiting at the skiff, she decided to enter the hold as well, partially to get away from the increasingly icy conditions outside.
Taylor shook her head, shaking off the effects of the blast and bump she got from smacking into Amelia. She then heard the chimes from her suit, alerting her to the damage. Shit.
"Amelia, I need to get back to the ship. My suit was damaged, and I'm losing pressure." she said, jetting back to the skiff using her suits booster jets.
János passed by wreckage after wreckage after wreckage..... with how wrecked they were, one could obviously see they had nothing worthwhile on them. He wondered if he was being productive when compared to the others, who had saved someone.
((You can take over Amelia for another couple of hours. I'm outdoors looking at cute parrots. Sorry :frown:))
"Alrighty!" said Amelia, slipping back into her pilot seat as Taylor grabbed onto the skiff. A few moments later, they were floating along, back to the Muramasa. Once there, Taylor went inside as Amelia began to unload the materials that they had gathered from the first hunk of junk they scrapped. Metal and materials for space suits!
Inside, Taylor shed the suit and breathed a sigh of relief. If that blast had been more powerful, or if Amelia hadn't have been there for her to smack into, she might have been a goner.
Yuga climbed into the Voidwalker and observed as Frosty, still a bit shaky, slowly ascended the ladder.
Yuga took a quick look around to locate the containers that Vakarus had been talking about.
She gestured to the boxes. "These are the containers that we informed you about earlier. One contains weapons and the other is locked."
Yuga narrowed her eyes. "Gather your armaments and see if you can open the second box."
"This second one looks like it's locked with a passcode. And, as you can predict, I do not remember it."
Frosty shook the second box.
"It's lighter than the first box, however. So I would assume this one carries some things that are [I]not [/I]weapons."
He glanced at all the monitors in the cockpit, then turned to Yuga.
"Still, since you are in here with me, would you like to know the specifications of my vessel? The armament and technology aboard this craft are the only things I can remember clearly besides me flying it."
Valkyrie studied the holographic screen before her, reading through the racers that would be participating in the F-Max Grand Prix race just days from now. She folded her arms, as the profiles and stats scrolled across the screen. The toothpick in her mouth slowly rotated, her tongue moving it about as she made a soft hum noise. Finally, she sat forwards, moving the bangs out from in front of her left eye and brushing them over her ear.
Some of them looked like they had good chances to win, going by their stats. Except that one guy, right there in the back of the pack. She eyed his picture, profile, and stats. Going by his stats, he had a snowball's chance in hell of winning this. Why was he even in this race? She ran a hand through her hair, before removing the toothpick from her mouth and thumping it off to the side. It sailed out of the betting booth, never to be seen again.
"...Not picking him, I know that much. Shitty looking ride, too." she muttered, before flipping back towards the head of the pack. She saw some other racers up towards the front that would be better choices. Hmm....[I]there.[/I] That one. She clicked her choice, then entered the amount she wanted to bet. 50K. All she could afford to gamble right now. She hit the enter button, and smiled. The guy she picked had a damn good chance at winning, and she had actually seen him race a few times before. Each time, he won. Perfect choice. She slipped out of the booth as the screen reverted back to the main page, which bore the casino's logo. Now, to find something to eat.
Sushi sounds nice right now.
[B]...[/B]
Taylor headed over to the mess hall, checking to see if any food was being prepared yet. She hadn't eaten since they left to rescue the boss, so she was craving some good food right about now.
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