Castor points to the left. "Let's go this way. We'll get there eventually, right? So it really doesn't matter in the end." As he walks, he turns to his Ghost. "I'll name you eventually. Right after I get out of here."
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"Hold on, though. If we split up, there's an even chance the group that finds the power matrix won't be carrying the box-thing. Even if we split up, we might still have to circle all the way around in the first place. Plus, if we do split up, how will we keep in touch?"
"Yeah, I'm not sure what's out there, but it's probably for the best if we all stick together."
Axen inclined his head towards the two large Exos before crossing his arms, "Plus, if something attacks us, you guys can be my cover." He said with a smirk.
After a moment's confirmation of glances back and forth, you all set around the edge of the ring, gravity remaining light throughout. You travel for about an hour when you notice distinct changes on the floor and walls. Dark smears and burns mark every square inch of a long section of corridor - evidence of a long-cold shootout that must have lasted for hours before being broken. In the center of the scorched area, you find the first door that heads inwards, towards the center of the ring. It is locked, and a clunky device that looks like a four-legged crab, though clearly robotic in nature, rests against it, extending a beak that is apparently biting through the door's cold steel armor. Cables extend from the device and plug into a stripped part of the wall - likely to draw power from the station itself. All remains cold and dead, like every other part of the station.
As you all continue to walk, the organics among you begin to experience slight discomfort at prolonged exposure to near-vacuum without proper equipment, though the regenerative abilities of the Light are mostly keeping you alert and resistant to adverse effects (i.e., be careful about doing an almost-space walk without a proper suit. Only the heavy suit with it's faceplate down is technically space-worthy, though the heavy suit is really old and probably quite leaky.)
"That machine was being used to cut through the door - perhaps we could too?"
"I'd rather figure out what happened on this station - look at the scorch marks all along the walls. You have any idea what could do this?"
Solomon floats forward and gazes intently at one of the long burned stretches.
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With no objections to be heard, Zeus steps forward and grabs the machine. Buttons are spread haphazardly across the back face, but in a few moments he discerns which ones are likely needed to finish the job of cutting the door. With the help of Hermes, (tech roll: 11), it takes a few minutes to figure out the ignition sequence on the weapon. After that, a few moments pass and the door is slagged to bits.
Solomon analyzes the damage. "The weapon is a mobile field generator." It announces with deadpan certainty. "Paired planes of force aligned along nearly horizontal axes. Ambient pressure directs plasma overflow from core. Result: Plasma blade cutting device. Sophisticated for something cobbled together from..." It checks a few different sections, phasing in and out of sight. "three different points of origin."
(In its' current state, probably about 20 or so d6, but only at point blank range. To hit values not yet clear. This thing is basically a plasma drill. With modification, you will be sacrificing some of that damage for longer range capability (or whatever modifications you wanted to make.))
With the door open, the slagged bits of molten metal begin to cool around the edges. A resounding echo reverberates through the entire structure. Through the door, you see a service corridor leading to a small, spherical room.
Upon entering, you find that the walls of the room are pock marked with large black protuberances - identical to the dense black box you have brought with you. One slot in the pattern of black boxes is empty. By the door to the spherical room is a small computer terminal, glowing faintly on backup reserves but still operational.
Gil, still carrying the blackbox curiously inserts it into the hole. Regardless of what happens (or doesn't happen) he's still going to curiously investigate and activate the computer.
The box fits into the slot with an almost magnetic precision. Small sparks surge around the edges as power hums through the station once again, echoing with the sound of an immense rocket lifting off. A basso profundo surge that one feels in bones and cartilage rather than eardrums. Lights flash throughout the station, and with a sickening lurch, significant gravity is restored to the station. What was once the outer wall becomes "down," and as you all readjust, a cacophany of metal screeching accompanies the new downward force. Keening cries bounce strangely through the outer ring.
The computer terminal blurs and refocuses under the power surges. A few words flash on the screen.
Gil barely able to brace himself to the shift in power, reads the lines on the computer. ".....Flint could you do a scan of this terminal and tell me what it does and....if we can take it with us?" He looks back to the screen after talking to his ghost, giving it a sympathetic look. If he can, he'll type in:
Flickers of red and blue light seem to grow up the walls as something casts light from around the bend. Another cry echoes up from that direction - almost like words, but not in a language you've heard before. "Thaaaat's not good."
"Right'o, boss." (18) "This'll take a hot second. Go make sure this place won't explode while I'm workin'."
At Ghost says this, a large shadow crosses in front of the flashing red and blue lights. A command is shouted, again in that unknown foreign language. The speaking voice sounds close, though it is hard to tell through the thin atmosphere and due to the guttural garble that the language approximates.
"Maybe whatever's making that noise has one?"
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Castor points to the left. "Let's go this way. We'll get there eventually, right? So it really doesn't matter in the end." As he walks, he turns to his Ghost. "I'll name you eventually. Right after I get out of here."
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"Right'O, Boss. No rush."
Gil points to the right, "In that case, I guess I'll take this way. Like Flint said, we can cover more ground faster."
"Hold on, though. If we split up, there's an even chance the group that finds the power matrix won't be carrying the box-thing. Even if we split up, we might still have to circle all the way around in the first place. Plus, if we do split up, how will we keep in touch?"
Gil shrugs, "Fair enough I suppose." He pivots on his heel and faces the left, "Left it is!"
"Yeah, I'm not sure what's out there, but it's probably for the best if we all stick together."
Axen inclined his head towards the two large Exos before crossing his arms, "Plus, if something attacks us, you guys can be my cover." He said with a smirk.
After a moment's confirmation of glances back and forth, you all set around the edge of the ring, gravity remaining light throughout. You travel for about an hour when you notice distinct changes on the floor and walls. Dark smears and burns mark every square inch of a long section of corridor - evidence of a long-cold shootout that must have lasted for hours before being broken. In the center of the scorched area, you find the first door that heads inwards, towards the center of the ring. It is locked, and a clunky device that looks like a four-legged crab, though clearly robotic in nature, rests against it, extending a beak that is apparently biting through the door's cold steel armor. Cables extend from the device and plug into a stripped part of the wall - likely to draw power from the station itself. All remains cold and dead, like every other part of the station.
As you all continue to walk, the organics among you begin to experience slight discomfort at prolonged exposure to near-vacuum without proper equipment, though the regenerative abilities of the Light are mostly keeping you alert and resistant to adverse effects (i.e., be careful about doing an almost-space walk without a proper suit. Only the heavy suit with it's faceplate down is technically space-worthy, though the heavy suit is really old and probably quite leaky.)
"That machine was being used to cut through the door - perhaps we could too?"
"I'd rather figure out what happened on this station - look at the scorch marks all along the walls. You have any idea what could do this?"
Solomon floats forward and gazes intently at one of the long burned stretches.
"No, I don't know what could do this. But maybe one of us could check it out and see what happens."
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Zeus steps forward.
"I can do it. Any objections?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
With no objections to be heard, Zeus steps forward and grabs the machine. Buttons are spread haphazardly across the back face, but in a few moments he discerns which ones are likely needed to finish the job of cutting the door. With the help of Hermes, (tech roll: 11), it takes a few minutes to figure out the ignition sequence on the weapon. After that, a few moments pass and the door is slagged to bits.
Solomon analyzes the damage. "The weapon is a mobile field generator." It announces with deadpan certainty. "Paired planes of force aligned along nearly horizontal axes. Ambient pressure directs plasma overflow from core. Result: Plasma blade cutting device. Sophisticated for something cobbled together from..." It checks a few different sections, phasing in and out of sight. "three different points of origin."
(What would be the stats of the device as a weapon?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(In its' current state, probably about 20 or so d6, but only at point blank range. To hit values not yet clear. This thing is basically a plasma drill. With modification, you will be sacrificing some of that damage for longer range capability (or whatever modifications you wanted to make.))
With the door open, the slagged bits of molten metal begin to cool around the edges. A resounding echo reverberates through the entire structure. Through the door, you see a service corridor leading to a small, spherical room.
Upon entering, you find that the walls of the room are pock marked with large black protuberances - identical to the dense black box you have brought with you. One slot in the pattern of black boxes is empty. By the door to the spherical room is a small computer terminal, glowing faintly on backup reserves but still operational.
Gil, still carrying the blackbox curiously inserts it into the hole. Regardless of what happens (or doesn't happen) he's still going to curiously investigate and activate the computer.
The box fits into the slot with an almost magnetic precision. Small sparks surge around the edges as power hums through the station once again, echoing with the sound of an immense rocket lifting off. A basso profundo surge that one feels in bones and cartilage rather than eardrums. Lights flash throughout the station, and with a sickening lurch, significant gravity is restored to the station. What was once the outer wall becomes "down," and as you all readjust, a cacophany of metal screeching accompanies the new downward force. Keening cries bounce strangely through the outer ring.
The computer terminal blurs and refocuses under the power surges. A few words flash on the screen.
"Error 994...
TRADEWINDS.terminus.status...
operative...
Query.user.identify...
unknown...
TRADEWINDS.project.status...
Initiate...
Query.user.request...
evacuate...
reason.anomalous.quantum pulse...
potential.backlash...evacuate.evacuate.evacuate...
...
Query.user.request...
take.me.with.you..."
Gil barely able to brace himself to the shift in power, reads the lines on the computer. ".....Flint could you do a scan of this terminal and tell me what it does and....if we can take it with us?" He looks back to the screen after talking to his ghost, giving it a sympathetic look. If he can, he'll type in:
"We.Will.Try."
"I do not like this. Something is wrong. I will stand guard."
Zeus heads to the entrance of the room, weapon at the ready.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Flickers of red and blue light seem to grow up the walls as something casts light from around the bend. Another cry echoes up from that direction - almost like words, but not in a language you've heard before. "Thaaaat's not good."
"Right'o, boss." (18) "This'll take a hot second. Go make sure this place won't explode while I'm workin'."
The words on the screen flash once more.
Query.user.engage.hostiles//receive.friendlies//identify.intruders...
TRADEWINDS.status.update...
Reserve.drain//Source.quantum.pulse...
Identify.origin.anomaly...Giants.Castle.downstream.
Castor looks at his Ghost as all of this goes on. "Hey, you don't see anything I can use as a weapon around, do you?"
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"Well, I'd start with your fists, if I were you."
At Ghost says this, a large shadow crosses in front of the flashing red and blue lights. A command is shouted, again in that unknown foreign language. The speaking voice sounds close, though it is hard to tell through the thin atmosphere and due to the guttural garble that the language approximates.
"Maybe whatever's making that noise has one?"