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"Agreed. We should reconvene at the shuttle and update the ship. There's something seriously wrong here." "Lieutenant Mfumbe is actually headed back to the Deronda, so they can update them with any relevant information. We technically have not completed our mission yet, the Corporal and I are headed to the central core room, we should be able to rendezvous there, with the four of us together I'm sure we can tackle any obstacle while waiting for backup."
GM:
I thought that sounded off, but I figured it was a cool hook so I just went with it haha. "You run into a bunch of people who are alive without life support and your first thought is architecture? Sorry to say it's not a field I'm familiar with, but I have a few tricks I want to try. Will update you shortly."
Engineering: " I was afraid you'd say that Mfumbe, but you're not wrong. I'll add it to the list of sites to visit. Brokato you said you were getting ready to go, where were you headed? ¡Ay dios mio! I feel like we're being stretched thin. We need more people on this ship to cover ground." He shakes his head, frustrated.
GM:
Sergio looks at Vasquez, then looks at the door.
"Can't say I'm not curious too, but it sounds like Mfumbe is heading back, maybe you should go with him and give an eye witness report on the slime. Here..." Sergio sends the man a copy of the readings he discovered "Getting the full force of the Deronda's science team to looks this over can only improve our situation. Come on, I promise we'll check this out when you come back." " Glad to have you two back on communication, was worried for a second there. I only just fixed the life support, did you see how the crew for this ship was surviving? Part of a war you said? Like, between them and other humans? What the hell happened out here while we were stuck on Earth? Have you been attacked by any creatures made of acid?"
Engineering: Sergio enters the Engineering room swiftly. Looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure nothing is about to attack him.
"We're back, life support isn't pretty but it'll do for now, anywhere there isn't a hull breech at least. Look at the results I have from the creature that attacked us." You find some interesting readings. The acid the creature spat was extremely concentrated sulfuric acid, so concentrated that was almost certainly the product of industrial manufacturing rather than evolutionary process. Adding to this is the fact that you can detect the components of DNA in the creature, which does not occur in non-Earth-based life. Either this thing came from Earth, or whoever it was human "I was starting to be worried that the 'organic mass' might be whatever is left of the crew of this ship, but if the Lieutenants have found survivors...I don't know. Won't speculate. Need more information. Where is it we're headed Brokato?"
GM:
As he rushes to engineering Sergio broadcasts one more time, hoping Lieutenant Mfumbe doesn't overrule him. Engineering: "Don't leave before I get there, that's an order Corporal! We shouldn't have split up to begin with. Has there been any contact with the lieutenants?"
engineering:
Sergio turns on his long range comms."Life support is up. I have some...odd readings from the slime that attacked us. Vasquez and I are headed back to engineering to share our findings with you. Be there soon. GM: Sergio will nod his head toward the exit and start moving back towards engineering.
GM:
Sergio looks at Vasquez and smirks, "Definitely exciting." When Mfumbe suggests that the giant mass below may be more slime, however, the smile quickly fades. GM and Jazzming:
To be honest Lieutenant, it might be, but I really wish you hadn't mentioned it. Life support should resume shortly to any area without a breech. GM: After Sergio, with the help of his fellow crew member, finishes up life support repairs he looks over his analysis from the remains of their brief, but nerve wracking combat encounter.
Everyone else has checked in, have we lost Liam?
GM:
"I don't know if it's actually...um, dead? Just keep your weapon trained on it, I'm going to try something."
Sergio pulls the chemical analyzer from his pack and points it toward the pool of slime on the ground. Once he gets the results he runs a few chemistry calculations.
"We seem to have neutralized the threat, I'm running a few tests on it now for more information. Neither of us were injured. Mfumbe, how is Alain doing? Corporal Brokato, keep trying to contact the rest of our team. Once I have my information I'm going to finally fix this life support and return to engineering. Report to me every 10 minutes so I know we're still in contact, if I don't here from you I'll drop what we're doing and head back immediately instead." GM: "I certainly didn't expect anything like this when we got out here Vasquez."
Appreciate your concern corporal, Sergio will grunt sarcastically, Detailed report coming when I'm no longer at risk.
Sergio will broadcast his response to the whole Deronda Crew on board the derelict vessel. That's correct Lieutenant, animated acidic slime. No damage to myself or Vasquez yet. GM: Hoping his aim is accurate this time Sergio will attempt another shot at this strange creature.
Have to agree, I'm really enjoying the setting and I'm looking forward to seeing it develop. A+.
GM:
Sergio swears under his breath and takes aim with his pistol, hoping it'll do some damage.
Watch out for slime, we're currently under attack!
GM:
I should be able to fix this with your help Vasquez but don't touch anything until I'm sure it's safe. He then reports in to the other half of his team. Hey bridge team, have you encountered scorch marks or acid anywhere else on the ship? Or...uh...slime? The life support system is covered in it. Gm:
As he continues to investigate he pulls out his sonic gun and reactivates his magnetic boots. His calculations are disturbed by long range communication chatter, his eyes go wide when he actually processes that it's not chatter but an actual emergencey. Lieutenant Mfumbe is every thing alright? Brokato what's going on? Vasquez and I are returning to engineering as soon as we can. GM: Sergio stops to think, unsure of how to proceed. He shakes his head as he runs some imaginary scenarios in his mind but without more information he can't be sure what's actually going on. Finally he looks at Vasquez.
I know you probably want to run up there right now, so do I, but without knowing what's going on I still think life support is our best bet. That way if anyone tears a suit or needs emergency medical aid, we have a buffer between them and immediate death. He explains the plan to clear out the turbines, and asks Vasquez to also remain alert. He suggests using their dominant hands to hold lethal weaponry and doing whatever they can with the other. It might slow them down, but Sergio is less sure of survival than he was a few minutes ago.
Engineering: Sergio shrugs at Vasquez, I guess that meams she's staying here? Let's get the life support on before getting too side tracked. Any chance of breathing air not recycled through my suit is too tempting to pass up. I'll investigate the object when we're back. Sergio heads off towards the life support control center. Indicating Vasquez to follow him. Keep an eye out, who knows what we may run in to on this ship.
Of course not! Why would I see any bod- oh, oh excellent point. Out here in space any body would hardly have decayed, especially this far from the sun! Either another ship recovered their dead or...I'm not sure. If you find any hints let me know! We'll keep you apprised of any information we discover. Engineering: Sergio switches back to short range communication and shakes his head at Corporal O'Hara.
Given the councilors revelation, it may actually not be safe to investigate the anomaly without the whole group. I'd be glad to have Vasquez's help, keep in contact though, there may be more going on here. Corporal Brokato, it seems our assignment is taking us deeper into the ship, unless of course you feel you can accomplish more here with CT-2 for the time being.
Engineering: Sergio looks up from the computer he's using and looks around the room since no one has answered any if his questions.
I know they say there's no sound in space but we all have comlinks.
GM and Jazzming: Hey, did you guys pick up this anomoly on your scans? Sergio shows CT-2 what the organic readings he picked up even before looking around the room. Given his zero-g training he's opted to not use the magnetic boots and is casually floating.
Sergio attempts to access a computer, hoping that, perhaps like shuttles of old, work stations were saved remotely and accessed from anywhere.
Corporal Jazzming, anything speaking to you?
Sergio laughs a bit a Jazzmings enthusiasm. Well, if we're splitting up it, than Jazzming and I should stick together and work on the life support. Looks like the sub lieutenants, will be salvaging together.
Huh, I wonder why I kept thinking it was a space station Sergio mumbles to himself as they near the ship. And none of you corrected me! He checks the read outs on the ships sensors and turns around to face the rest of the crew. Figuring out the life support first would probably be best, don't know how fast it'll work, but it means maybe not having to to the rest of our job in these suits. After that it's potential salvage, ship logs, salvage. Everyone ready?
Research Bundle: (Duty Bundle) waterproof shoulder bag chemical analyzer
scientific manuals (any two, +1 gear bonus with Knowledge
desktop computer (+3 Power Rating, during Earth missions) or
2 logbooks
Alright Corporal, looks like the science and tech will be up to you and me. Once we're there we should be able to figure it out. He finishes putting on his own suit and waits for some communication from Deronda that they're good for launch. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm looking forward to what we might find in this space station. I know the engineering crew has been taking bets on if we'll find anything worth salvaging. If we don't, I'll be out of quite a bit of money.
With a look that said Well he isn't very pleasant. Sergio shrugged at Arianna. We don't seem to have too many crew members with any actual situational experience on our crew, in fact aside from my engineering and astrophysics background I'm not entirely sure what the rest of our parties specializations have to do with operating an unknown space station at all. I should be able to pilot us to the station, but it's been 200 years since human space flight and we had to make most of thus up as we went a long. I figure it's about a 5% chance we'll actually be able to hook up to their docking bays, so I suggest before we take off everyone get into the supplied flight suits, just incase. He stops talking and plugs a few numbers into his computer. It's also unlikely to have functioning life support considering we have to figure that out on arrival so, you know, there's that too.
After his alarm stared him awake Sergio made his way to the designated gathering area on the dock, he'd already received his debriefing from Santos and hadn't been needed on the bridge. As the ships councilor introduced herself Sergio saluted her. Ensign Sergio Ordonez, please to meet you ma'm. If I'm not mistaken you are the ranking officer for our hopefully enlightening mission here. Looks like you're calling the shots. Sergio remembers to smile and addresses the rest of the team as a whole. I recognize Corporal Jazzming from the Captain's address, though I don't believe I've ever met our fourth member here, though I think I may have been the pilot for the shuttle the brought you here. Just let me know when everyone is ready, the shuttle is prepped and ready to go.
The pilots seats in the shuttle were uncomfortable. They hadn't even taken off yet, just preliminary tests that they'd been running in preperation for the launch, but Sergio was already tired of them. He checked the time, it was still early, the rest of the boarding team still had plenty of time to arrive, so he decided to take a couple minutes shut eye. The seats may not be comfortable, but neithet was his bunk.
Satisfied with his answers Sergio jots a few more notes down and waits out the rest of the briefing. When it's over he swings by his quarters to grab his new work assignments then back by the canteen for an actual meal and another coffee. He finds an open spot at a table large enough for him to run a few piloting simulations on his computer and starts working out a new schedule for the coming days to see if he can fit in all his work plus some extra training on the top deck. Sol-B! He mumbles to no one in particular. In just a few days we'll be at Sol-B! Amazing.
I remember GM saying there may be some drawbacks regarding your sanity/mental health but aside from that I have no clue. They sound a bit like biotic implants from Mass Effect.
Of course! Sergio mumbled to himself. The tests, the odd diagnostics, the number of supplies being boarded. What he's assumed were precautionary measures were just standard procedure for an extended flight. It was only a few days, but it was a longer test than he'd expected given that this was the first spacecraft built in centuries. He popped a few equations into his personal computer and added a reminder to sleep at some point. He waited patiently for the Corporal to rattle off her questions, and after the captain responded, followed up with his own. Captain Anish, will we be running with a full crew or are we all going to be, well, wearing a lot of hats so to speak? If we're to be covering multiple stations when will our assignments be forwarded to us? Lastly, why Sol-B, I understand wanting to keep a probe that far out, but doesn't it also leave a larger window for potential detection?
Thank you! Sergio nearly leaps from his seat, and immediately hunches back down to double check his inputs. Davis you probably don't even need come over here really, maybe every fifteen or twenty minutes to make sure nothing is going to kill us in flight! Sergio makes his way to the crew deck, eyes on his personal computer the whole way, double checking calculations that were verified days ago. Though not normally paranoid, one does not sit idly by when his life long dream is coming true. Because he was working on the way he lost precious time, so instead of real nutrition he swings by the dessert bar and snags some cookies (not as good as his abuela made them but still delicious) and a cup of coffee and starts to wolf it all down on the way to the assembly hall.
Sergio rubs his eyes and double checks the read-outs on the monitor in front of him. If he thought constructing this bird was stressful, prepping it for it's first cruise was even worse. These last few weeks had been grueling. He'd seriously considered consulting some of the female crew members about using make-up to cover the bags under his eyes. Instead he just decided to ignore every time someone told him that he looked like crap. Lieutenant Commander Santos, my next diagnostic will be running well into the captains address. Permission to grab some food? If I'm lucky I might even have time to shower! He thinks to himself as he inputs the requisite commands.
Got Sergio set up. Any chance you can make chart of the ranks? I'm assuming NPCs on the project will also have ranks and I'd like to have reference to make sure I'm addressing everyone appropriately. |