Dr. Aileen J. Donnelly |
"Cutting a wire cuts power to some circuit. So if we got a dead circuit, nothing we can do about it." Aileen shrugged. But it got her thinking. "But you might be on to something after all. Actually, all we really need to do is make sure the hydraulics release, and we should be fine. Crossing the wires, just with liquids instead of electrons."
She quickly got to work
Hama |
Aileen, you're not tall enough to reach the top of the door yourself, but sitting on someone's shoulders should do the trick. After some effort, you manage to pry off the small panel and locate a cable with hydraulics printed on the isolation. Ripping it out from it's socket produces a satisfactory gurgling sound of emptying liquid, inside the wall.
Hama |
Two halves of the door slide to the sides of the passage with ease revealing a hallway.
The hallway is straight and mostly unlit, unless you count several still working rotating red emergency lights. A smell assails your nostrils, it is unpleasant and stale. You can't quite put a finger on it. There are branching hallways to either side of yours and several doors embedded in the wall. You can see the reflection of the ceiling lights in a large puddle on the floor in front of you. The puddle slightly ripples.
Dr. Aileen J. Donnelly |
"This is not good. Not good at all" Aileen mumbled. She bent down to examine the puddle. Stale air meant one of two things - shot re-oxigenization plant - which would be bad. Worse would be depletion by over-consumption. Too many people being awake, too little oxigen retrieved by the plants. Plain old resource depletion. Figuring out which it was and what they might do remained as pressing as ever.
Hama |
The would be completely dark if not for the emergency light that flashes inside. It seems to be a maintenance closet, with various tools and uniforms needed for maintenance.
Some of the more obvious stuff:
- 6 flashlights with two boxes of power packs (lasts loong)
- 4 sets of maintenance uniforms made from sturdy materials with lots of pocket. They favor function over form.
- Various cleaning implements
- 1 toolbox
If you're interested in anything else that should be in a maintenance closet (your judgement) just ask.
Claude Basil |
"Gunny flashlights," Claude turns one on flashing it back towards the room they had exited while keeping it out of his vision -- the optical upgrade wasn't traditional cyber and therefore didn't have a convenient mode change, instead relying on semi-natural eye adjustment for the lighting, something he didn't want to ruin with a bright flash, "Have the doctor come up here and see if there are any chemicals or what not she might have a use for -- medical, weaponized or otherwise."
While the moved Basil kept an eye down the hallway and on the liquid on the floor for ripples coming their way that might mean that something is moving towards them, "Either remember if they had much in the way of mobile automatons on this ship?"
Any brooms or mops with sturdy handles or the like that we could use a club or staff?
Hama |
Eli, the toolbox is one of those collapsible things that opens up into several compartments of varying sizes and depths. It also has a set of collapsible "legs" that it can be placed on to be in easy reach.
Most of regular tools can be found in it: screwdrivers with modular heads, clippers and tongs of varying sizes, a monkey wrench, wrenches, wire, screws, the works. It also contains a circuit analyzer, a nailgun with a pack of nails and a PDA.
Claude, the liquid is the hydraulic liquid, which leaked from the wall in which it was released, it is maybe finger deep. As for anything sturdy, there is several lengths of pipe in one corner, they look about the right length and girth to be used as batons. There are several mops and brooms as well.
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Aileen wordlessly began to inspect the toolbox, raising her shoulders. "Some of this is going to be useful, sure. Its not going to work any miracles, but hanging on to it might still be a good idea - some, if not all of the more advanced systems of the Da Vinci hadn't weathered the centuries quite as well as she'd have hoped