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Grix's claw freezes just as he was about to put the credstick in the pocket of his vest. He turns his antennae miserably towards Arc "You're very right Arc, very right. Though maybe they don't have any surviving family. Or their family has takhen a vow of poverty. Then we khan makhe the best use of it. It's possible, right?" He holds the credstick out so it can be taken away from him.
Arcalinte folds the credstick back into Grix's hand.
"We'll see Grix. Maybe the Collective will let you keep it as a reward for the information, especially if we clear the ship so they can use it again," he says with a wink.
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Spectre grabs the cred stick from Grix as he extends his hand.
"Consider this a bailment," the droid says. "I will hold the funds until we consider the best utilization of the credits. We have expenses, too."
Spectre wanders over to the gear. "I expended one of my frag grenades earlier. Perhaps I should take one of these to offset the loss."
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Grix morosely watches the credstick disappear into Spectre's pocket. "Alas sweet credstick, I knew ye for but a moment, but you'll forever have a place, in my heart." He broadcasts his impromptu peom indiscriminately, but feigns ignorance if anyone tries to tie him to it.
Sydney flips her laser pistol into the air, catches the weapon, and returns it to her hip holster. "Nice job. Not like those goblins were any threat compared to the squid."
Sydney steps towards the kitchen(?) area and starts opening cabinets and drawers.
Grix, still a bit grumpy, will follow after Isu to make sure the kasatha has moral support in case something jumps him. He'll also keep his pistol at the ready.
The other door leads to some crew quarters as well though these are truly abandoned and present neither danger nor interesting items of any value.
Across from the crew quarters, you find a galley that is well stocked even if the quality of the food has degraded somewhat. You find all the regular staples and spices in addition to packaged rations.
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Arcalinte breathes a sigh of relief as the contents of the room are inoffensive and non-hostile.
"I think we've cleared the ship...or at least the habitable areas. Let's check the cargo hold, see if there are any more akatas hiding there, and then we can look for Ambassador Nor's package. Would you like me to scout ahead, Isu?"
Grix seems disappointed when the rest of the crew quarters yield nothing of interest. "I wouldn't say we khleared it Arc. There are some more rooms on the starboard side of the Akhreon. Maybe some other khre- I mean, evidence to gather." He clasps his claws together.
Leading the way to the three starboard rooms, he keeps his antennae roving. He is on the lookout for both traps left behind by goblins and any more akatas. He rasps out "Kheep an eye out with me Arc?"
Sydney stands in the wider hall, waiting to see what the others notice. "Lemmie know if there's a trap you need disabled," Sydney offers. She sticks her hands in her jacket pockets, looking almost bored.
Isu and Arcalinte clear the aft-facing doors on the starboard side, finding additional crew quarters that are as empty of threats as they are of loot. As they go to check the bow-facing door, however, Sydney spots the signs of a trap on the door.
Grix claps Arc on the back "A little bikhering never hurt anyone! In fakht, bikhering with your khrewmates is a sign you're thinkhing about each other. It's good!" He scrutinizes the door "It's good you saw something Sydney! But what khind of trap is it?"
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Isu snorts at Arc's response. "Surely you jest. You have been the most disrespectful of any here! Calling him a dick. That was fully unearned."
"You haven't spent as much time with him as I have. It's fully earned. He doesn't even deny it!" Arcalinte retorts. "You at least care about the wellbeing of others, instead of just credits and how many can be wheedled out of everyone we meet!"
Isu snorts at Arc's response. "Surely you jest. You have been the most disrespectful of any here! Calling him a dick. That was fully unearned."
"You're right! Spectre is more of a Rustbukhet full of battery acid. Khaustic, but very helpful when you need him!"
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Specter maintains his gaze at Arcalinte, even as the others discuss him.
”Perhaps you will find comfort in knowing that I have a learning algorithm that allows me to gain additional skill and insight over time. It is possible that I might learn how to feign ‘caring,’ for example, with enough observation. However, that we could obtain more credits by pretending that they have little value to us is doubtful.”
He processes the discussion for a moment, then adds, ”If it will assist in group cohesion if I better utilize vulgar pejoratives, I will attempt to follow your lead.”
"You have discovered your own trap to disable," he says.
Sidney blinks. Then, laughs: "Yeah, I did. It's kinda my specialty." She shrugs, "besides piloting. Thanks for noticing." Sydney smirks to herself and moves to trapped the door. "Some space, please. Unless you wanna help."
Sydney leans her head towards the device, one hand on her jacket pocket, the other one fiddling with the keypad(?)
Sydney is able to disarm the trap. On the other side of the door you find a storeroom with the crew's personal tools. You find another pile of resinous shards along with a disruptive fusion seal, two mk 1 serums of healing and three medpatches.
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Specter maintains his gaze at Arcalinte, even as the others discuss him.
”Perhaps you will find comfort in knowing that I have a learning algorithm that allows me to gain additional skill and insight over time. It is possible that I might learn how to feign ‘caring,’ for example, with enough observation. However, that we could obtain more credits by pretending that they have little value to us is doubtful.”
He processes the discussion for a moment, then adds, ”If it will assist in group cohesion if I better utilize vulgar pejoratives, I will attempt to follow your lead.”
"That's...that's not what I meant! There's more to life than just credits! I joined the Society because I wanted to uncover mysteries and learn truths I could use to help people!"
Arcalinte's eyes and armor flare a bit as he gets more agitated.
As the others finally wind down their bickering, Grix fishes the healing serums and medpatches out of the storeroom. "Aha! Arc, we have the tools to help you throw off that disease from the akhatas. Show me where you were bitten!"
Grix takes a look at the infected area and unseals one of the medpatches. "Okhay, hold still, this will be very khuickh if you don't move." With a little too much drama, he slaps the patch onto the infected area.
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Ted harumphs at the conversation, "You'll never get anywhere arguing with a computer. Better to swap out his core program card. Spec, you got any other personalities available?"
"You knock off that talk too, Ted! Spectre is a person, not an object!" Arcalinte snaps while Grix works his medical magic.
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Isu returns to the initial junction in the middle of the ship while Grix is treating Arc. Looking north and south at the closed hatches, he remembers that the atmosphere has been returned to the ship and depressurizes his suit. Speaking into the comms, he says to the group, "The hatches are closed. You can breath the air. This one is at the initial junction, and all is quiet. There are several more rooms to explore, once the treatment of the half-elf is complete."
Sydney backseat-heals. "Grix, a little to the left. Apply more ointment there. Make sure it's tight."
With power fully restored and the lockouts from the bridge disabled, Isu is able to secure the hatches and restore atmosphere to the interior of the Acreon. The engineering spaces of the vessel are still unexplored, as are the port and starboard cargo holds.
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Spectre points out that, according to the schematics he downloaded previously, they still haven't finished exploring the ship.
"Engineering and the cargo holds might hold further clues," he says. "I suggest we start with engineering first, in the event there is a problem we need to resolve to keep the ship stable."