EH-RK fires once more at the blue skinned alien
but he only manages to wound the Acreon.
Boreal attacks the beast again
Boreal ends the akata just in time before Allison is only gnawed off bones.
Surrounded by machinery, this long chamber stretches across the width of the ship. All of the Acreon’s main engineering functions can be operated from this room, which also contains a tech workshop expansion bay. The ship’s power core can be accessed through maintenance panels in the forward wall.
The noqual fragments of two more akata cocoons are scattered throughout
engineering. They have 2 bulk and are worth 1,000 credits. In addition, up to 300 UPBs can be salvaged from the tech lab here. Also a tactical arc emitter underneath one of the engineering consoles. The rifle’s battery has 12 charges remaining.
Manteca looks around the broken room and sighs. "Well, I think we can hazard a guess as to what happened to the crew..." He pulls out his medkit and looks at the party. "I need a moment before moving on - is anyone hurt so badly that I need to patch you up?"
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"Imma say yes to the taking ten, but," Allison starts, looking around, "I wanna get the power and Oh-two up and running before kicking my feet back. Gimme a few ticks, and then I'll collapse into a small crying ball for a few mins."
Allison crawls around and starts opening access panels, trying to let her muse get a feel for the ship.
It might do some good, it might not. Right now odds are about even.
EH-RK assists Allison with her Computing
Allison hacks into the computer system of the Acreon and gets access to most of the systems. This includes full access to every door on the ship, the light, life support and the output of the power core.
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"Hey! This is just like the old junker that I used to play in as a kid while dad was helping all those poor old people at the tavern," she says without irony as she moves about the engineering compartment as if she lived there.
"Alright Imma turn on this, and this, and I'll turn on both of these!" she chants, shutting the exterior door that exposed the interior to space, and turning on the lights, power, and oxygen. "Whew. Now we can rest!" she says, sitting down and taking a swig from her hip flask.
Manteca makes a silent telepathic request to Allison to pass the flask as he brushes the broken glass off of a console and sets his medpack down. He begins taking out first aid supplies and begins to try to patch up some of his lingering wounds from the fight at the Fusion Queen.
Manteca pulls the bandages tight around the scorched skin. He nods at his handiwork. "Not bad for a jury-rigged OR," he chirps cheerfully.
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Allison passes over the flask and contemplates their next move.
"Well, we could keep lawnmowing through the ship, killing bugs and taking their apparently very-valuable things. I've no problem with that.
Also, we've got a package to find. Don't know where it is, so we'll need to look for it, one room at a time.
Also, I'd like to check out the pilot compartment. We might get some data about where it's been, that might tell us where they picked up all these bugs.
Everyone ready?"
While you sit there and ponder your options over a bottle of medium quality liquor you hear some metallic noises like a ship undocking. And then the vibrations of thrusters that immediately start fading again.
"Did someone steal our ship?"
”Lovely.”
At that Boreal decides that if nobody else is bothered to check, she will. She runs back the way they came at a jog
Tannhäuser turns to the recording drone. ”You might want to inform Station security to quarantine that ship, lest something unpleasant go amongst the general populace.“
"Station security is informed. They will make sure that none of the blue ones came along. But that is just the pilot returning the shuttle. Forgot to tell you that it is only rented for the passage." Nor tells over the drone.
Boreal makes her way back to the group, "Someone took the ship."
"Station security is informed. They will make sure that none of the blue ones came along. But that is just the pilot returning the shuttle. Forgot to tell you that it is only rented for the passage." Nor tells over the drone.
Tannhäuser blinks. ”The pilot jettisoned themselves on an escape pod when we were attacked by the other ship.”
"That's a problem of station security." it comes out of the drone.
Manteca looks frantically back and forth at the others. "But that's fine, right?
I mean, we're on a ship! We can just fly this back... Right...?" Manteca's telepathy begins to bleed a sense of panic and doom into the edges of the partys' minds.
"This ship is under quarantine. There is no way they would let this doc with the station. Our only real option is to finish the task we were set and hail for a lift once we are done."
"Which means clearing out more of those creatures... and most likely whatever became of the crew."
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Manteca looks frantically back and forth at the others. "But that's fine, right?
I mean, we're on a ship! We can just fly this back... Right...?" Manteca's telepathy begins to bleed a sense of panic and doom into the edges of the party's' minds.
"Why...yes. Now that you mention it, we can. Fly. This ship. To...wherever. Really. We've already been told that the rock that is attached to this ship lets us enter Drift at any time. That might could be useful. A bit.
I mean, just a thought. We can think about it more later after we get to the pilot room. In the meantime, yeah, let's go shoot bugs with guns."
"If any of us have been infected by this disease I feel we should push to solve issues here so we can get treatment." Boreal says inspecting the wound on her leg
Tannhäuser nods. ”We should press on.”
"We have power now so the Bridge would be a good next step."
”Shall we, m’lady?” she says to Boreal as she begins making her way to the bridge.
"Hmph" Boreal grunts and follows behind the Kasatha, "You fight well Dame Tannhauser." she says as they step out of the room and nobody has quite yet to follow
On the bridge a wide transparent aluminum window stretches across the forward wall of this control room; twinkling lights in the distance are all that can be seen of Absalom Station and the ships of the Armada surrounding it.
The Acreon’s main bridge contains four stations equipped with consoles and controls for operating most of the ship’s systems and functions, including its computer system. It offers the same control as the ones in engineering and some.
”Why thank you, so do you as well, Boreal Typhon, Daughter of Zerukesh... "Hornbreaker" Typhon, Daughter of... Tarsonis "Jaeger" Typhon."” The Kasatha replies, having to concentrate to remember the correct names and order.
"Thank you." Boreal says as they move, "Not well enough yet though." indicating the gash on her leg, "I have a lot more fighting to do."
"You are peculiar, trying to pet the Akata..." she laughs at that, "Do you always assume that beasts will be friendly? That can be a dangerous habit."
"Same." she says while motioning to her own wounds. "And yes, I do, because friendly or not all beasts, even those domesticated, can be dangerous when provoked. I much rather they be friends than enemies."
"And these Akatas look rather lovely."
"Without enemies life would be boring." Boreal says, "But too many enemies and life will be short lived." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "They are quite striking."
She walks in silence watching the Kasatha, "It seems useful to have more arms."
"You can have adversaries without having enemies." Tannhäuser says before adding "I wouldn't mind getting a pelt from them if we have the time."
"Oh ,very much so. Until I'm looking to buy clothes." she grumbles while fingering some holes in her robes, from either blasters or Akatas. "Your tail is nice, I bet you have excellent balance."
"You think arms are a pain for clothing..." she replies with a chuckle, "It also causes issues whenever I try sit down. But yes, it does help balance somewhat, but my balance is not extraordinary. If you haven't noticed yet I am not the most... elegant." She says, struggling slightly to find the correct words, and beyond that she seems slightly uncomfortable exposing her fault.
"Adversaries?" She says as she stops walking in thought. "<Opponent> is what I think that word is in Vesk. It means many things; enemy, opponent, rival, foe. To us they are much the same."
Tannhäuser nods. "And automatic doors I presume. But whatever you lack in grace you far make up for in raw power. You have a body to be proud of, I state from having observed you fight, and even without seeing you out of armor."
"Ah, yes, opponent works. Do you really not differentiate between enemies and friendly rivals making you strive to do better?'
"Ahh..." Boreal stutters slightly, taken aback by Tannhauser's compliments.
She tries to regain her composure quickly and says "All opponents strive to make you better. If you do not aim to improve you can never get better. Every conflict is an opportunity to gain power, to improve yourself. If you do not approach a contest with the intention of winning and giving your best, you dishonor your opponent. Is there truly a difference?"
Tannhäuser smiles underneath her veil. "And your colorations are pretty too."
"I agree with your strife, but I was referring to who you strive against, not in how you strive. Surely you do not kill all those you compete against?"
"I do not. It depends on the contest. During the contest they are your enemy, after they may be your friend." Boreal replies. Unsure of how to explain her thaughts.
"Pretty is not something I hear often. Thank you." Boreal says. The compliment still making her unsure of how to conduct herself
"I see. To me, an enemy is not just someone you are striving against, but someone you wish to destroy, not just best. The word has... while not necessarily negative connotations, it does denote that you and that person are not on good terms."
"Then I shall endeavor to make sure you hear it more often, for you are a beautiful woman deserving of compliments." she happily states.
"During a contest I am not on good terms with my opponent. I wish to destroy them with regards to the contest. If I did not wish to win I would be dishonouring both them and myself by competing." Boreal says, not quite understanding why Tannhauser doesn't understand.
Her emotions flip between confusion at how to better explain and why Tannhauser is not understanding her meaning.
"You are an impressive specimen yourself." Boreal says clinically, completely unsure on how to go about complimenting someone in this way.
"You can win without wanting to kill, can you not? In a race or lifting competition you wish to win, not to hurt your opponent, correct?" Tannhäuser asks.
"Why thank you, I try to condition my body and mind daily. Though even with my extra set of arms my physique couldn't compare to yours."
"In a race I do not wish to hurt my opponent. You are correct. I wish to win though, to destroy their efforts to beat me." Boreal answers before continuing.
"I disagree. Your physique is much more appealing than my own. I may be stronger, but the attention I draw is due to my size, yours is due to your... attractiveness."