Bishop picks up on Resk’s nervousness at whatever he has to say and takes the matter very seriously. He tries to follow the fellow’s technical jargon as best he can, and squints hard at the messy text shown to him.
”I can honestly say I have no idea. I guess I was naive enough to take the Expedition at face value and was just excited at the opportunity. It seems they have secret agendas of some sort, however.”
He looks to the others, then back to Resk. ”My instinct is to include the others. Though trust is a little rocky between us, when we were on that moon in the middle of combat, I found I did trust them with my life. If we are to survive whatever plans the Expedition has for us, it will be together.”
Resk chews on his lip anxiously at the thought of sharing anything even remotely sensitive or requiring tact with the vesk, but ultimately defers to Bishop. "If you think that's the best path. I know the information is incomplete. It would be dangerous to draw too many conclusions from this. I hope you can help abate some of the wilder impulses."
When the rest of the crew is gathered, Resk will share the text of what he managed to extract with them.
"The Expedition seems to have a purpose other than mere exploration and boldly going where no one has gone before," Caleb finally says in an even voice after pondering the strange message for a few moments. Examining the text, he allows Lena, his internal computer's AI, to also read it through his eyes, seeking a bit more clarity within the broken words.
The days would blend in slightly, dragging on as the ship continued its thrusters in the Drift. The odd purple-pink hue plane of existence. It seemed to have been going fairly well, for the distance to the Vast unknown beacon. Pulling the ship in the direction it needed to go.
Several days would go without incident before the second to last day. The day that would soon to be known as the 'Red Dawn'.
The crew would be gathered, as the lights were beginning to dim, the repairs on the Harridan were complete along with the upgrades, plus a bit more adequate seating for non-vesk races. Everything would be going well as requisitions took place and the crew has been having a relatively easy go with it.
As the crew was getting ready for bed, dinner being cooked up and the sweet smell of the mystery meat and veggie stew filled the unit, a sharp siren sounded on the ships onboard speakers, filling the entire ship with a high pitch alarm before everything suddenly went black. All the lights suddenly being cut. The entire place was thrown into darkness. Without the lights, you couldn't even your own hand in front of your face.
Even the red emergency lights were out. You could hear the commotion outside of your unit with people hollering and general yells for what was going on. Flashlights were flickering on from others outside, trying to scope out exactly what was happening.
Bishop crawled around on the floor looking under furniture. ”Now where did it get off to. I just had it a moment ago. It couldn’t have gotten far. I mean it’s magical but it isn’t just going to scoot off on it’s own...”
Finally he stands up straight and calls to the others in the room. ”Gracious! Has anyone seen my necklace? Of all the gifts I have gotten from a stranger that one is my favorite and I seem to have misplaced it...”
As he continues searching he whips around quickly and the necklace, which had been around his neck but hanging down his back, swings back to land on his chest. ”Oh thank Desna, I’ve found it! Everyone stop worrying!”
Just then the siren blares and the lights wink out. He takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness silently. ”Uhhh...is everyone alright?” He speaks and then quickly moves to the exit from their unit and pokes his head outside to investigate.
With his species’ natural dark vision, Resk wasn’t as blind as some but when the world lost all color, he still noticed. And, unfortunately, he’s never bothered to learn how to cast a simple light spell. Why bother when there were flashlights and he saw in the dark just fine?
”Well. This is inconvenient.” Then, louder so Bishop could hear, ”I’m fine. Grab your weapons, just in case.” He doesn’t bother to step outside. Not yet. Instead he begins to don his armor and grab his weapons and gear.
"I am well," comes the android's voice. Like the two ysoki, he is not inconvenienced by the sudden darkness, though the fact that it has happened, as well as the whats and whys of it, certainly intrigue him enough.
"Indeed, " he agrees with Reskk's advice and does just that. "Should we investigate?"
Molly, leaning on the wall next to the cooking station with a bottle, nods. "Well, s+!!.", she mutters out, eyes staring at the stew as she reaches for her pistol. "I was hungry.", she continues as she darts into her room, followed by sounds of rustling. "Ow!", her voice chirps out, before Molly appears outside, her helmet placed on her head. "Beats bumping in the damn furniture.", she shrugs, rubbing her shin. Pulling out her pistol, she nods at the door. "Brawn before brains, my lovely soldiers!"
A very annoyed lizard rears his head. "We wait. A bunch of wandering personnel will cause more harm than good during an outage."