"You know, I'm surprised that this rust-bucket is still functional." Solle spoke out finally, his hands gently moving the ship to it's destination where Solle had in mind. "Scanning places to set in." Ozrok glided his hand over the set of controls the ship had and simply pressed one button, The pilot took a quick glance at the ship's scanner, showing many places to dock the ship. There was many to pick from but one favored Solle attention, this made him slow the engines down a bit, halting their flight just a bit. The pilot swiftly moved the ship from it's current destination and around the debris that are floating by the torn ship, using it as camouflage for now . "Hey, robot who's spinning." Solle said to 33-5H4, he could tell it was spinning due to the nonstop squeaking sounds the chair produced when it rotates. "You have like built-in senors and other hi-tech stuff that wouldn't require me grabbing my toolbox would you? If that were that case, then I have a couple of ideas to share with ya when we dock."
Slowly navigating through the debris, Solle found what he was looking for, an airlock. "We're docking!" He guided the ship closely to the non-functional ship airlock, moving the ship in the right angle and turning down the engines to minimal speed to help the airlocks "lock" between both of them. With a sigh, the pilot moved the ship gently to the other larger ship airlock, the small screen next to Rhoden blinked green, indicating the ship is in position to proceed to the next thing on the list for Solle. Solle moved his hand toward the lever and pulled it down, activating the YT-2000 "lock" onto the larger ship airlock, successfully docking the ship to the big run-down ship. "And we are docked!"
Derelict
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That familiar glow of the emergency lights was pure nostalgia to Jak's senses. His first ship, Skystar's Promise (an Arakyd Helix the same as Buggie's) held memories longer than the hyperspace routes it traversed. That he no longer had the ship only amped up the yearning potential this glow provided. Eyes closed and breathing deep and deliberate, Jak sat snug in the nook of the ship's living quarters and rested his head against the bunk post. He focused on the moment, not the encroaching fear that surprised him. A Helix is not made for this amount of people, he thought. He understood why the BSP was keeping a low profile here, but you did not request this amount of people without knowing that some were not coming back - especially if you planned on hauling treasure.
The mood in the air was tense but focused. As per considerations made with limited space, Jak had a personal crew of three - a Givin mechanic from the bowels of BSP Research & Development and Ward and Khrokt, two roughneck privates who proved themselves to be serious in their dedication to enforcement. A human male and a Trandoshan male respectively, Ward and Khrokt made their name in the Outer Rim as spec ops for Red Key and Black Sun before defecting not too long ago. This adventure would prove their trial. The Givin, operating under a codename Blinders, was expert in self-calculating hyperspace routes and ancient tech. A ship like this would certainly benefit from having him there to interpret.
As per Jak's request, all three men were armed with boarding armor and deck sweepers, in addition to their own chosen equipment. For Jak's part, he armed himself with a more formidable kit: an A280k, his Westars, and a Cortosis blastsword - in the event he met friends of Buggie. His hand gripped the hilt just as the Verpine called out to him down the thin railroad living quarters of the ship. Meeting eye contact with his team, silent affirmatives were had before Jak stood up to meet them. In spite of that pit in his stomach, he responded:
"Ready."
The mood in the air was tense but focused. As per considerations made with limited space, Jak had a personal crew of three - a Givin mechanic from the bowels of BSP Research & Development and Ward and Khrokt, two roughneck privates who proved themselves to be serious in their dedication to enforcement. A human male and a Trandoshan male respectively, Ward and Khrokt made their name in the Outer Rim as spec ops for Red Key and Black Sun before defecting not too long ago. This adventure would prove their trial. The Givin, operating under a codename Blinders, was expert in self-calculating hyperspace routes and ancient tech. A ship like this would certainly benefit from having him there to interpret.
As per Jak's request, all three men were armed with boarding armor and deck sweepers, in addition to their own chosen equipment. For Jak's part, he armed himself with a more formidable kit: an A280k, his Westars, and a Cortosis blastsword - in the event he met friends of Buggie. His hand gripped the hilt just as the Verpine called out to him down the thin railroad living quarters of the ship. Meeting eye contact with his team, silent affirmatives were had before Jak stood up to meet them. In spite of that pit in his stomach, he responded:
"Ready."
Blue Star Pirate.
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Re: Derelict
[ooc: Now is the time to disembark, and investigate and interact with the environment. These next posts will likely be pretty short, and that's fine- and by design. If you want your character to interact with something- I've mostly described how the environment would interact. Otherwise, feel free to ask me via PM/Discord, or even place your character somewhere, and state their intention to check something out further. This is my first time doing something like this via forum- so bare with me, and please ask questions if something is unclear, or doesn't make sense! ]
Sith Order Crew:
The dark, angular shuttle that the Sith crew piloted slid slowly into place in an open shuttle bay- a large open rectangular space in the side of the ship. The shields for the bay had long gone out due to lacking power- so entrance was simple. That also meant that landing in the empty, rectangular pad meant there was no breathable atmosphere within- though seemed to have some form of artificial gravity, keeping everything on the ground.
The landing pad was large enough for three shuttles, so the Sith Shuttle landed right in the middle. Inside there were large consoles against the inner wall [none of which would respond], and the side walls had equipment stores and crates still on the ground, somehow not having been blown out or floating out the side. The left of the inner wall had a door on the left corner, and a lift on the right corner, next to a cylindrical emergency generator. The generator's sidepanel had a few buttons and a lever.
Above the consoles, and everything on the innermost wall, there was a catwalk that the lift would be able to reach, though nothing in the room seemed to have power.
There were two doors out- both appeared to be blast doors, and both were shut, and would not open upon approach, or upon hitting the manual 'open' button. One was to the left of the inner-most wall, and one was above on the catwalk.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, any force sensitives would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
The Galactic Empire Crew:
The Galactic Empire’s freighter [loaded up with a crew] floated slowly into place toward what appeared to be an in-tact airlock . The airlock was standard size, and allowed for emergency docking. The ship spun slightly to allow the airlocks to meet, and lock into place with a deep thump, and the ship shook gently with the stopping motion.
Once approached, and hitting the button to open the doors, the doors would jam slightly upon opening- though would only take some minor manual force to press the bottom door down and out of the way. To close the door, it would shut as normal without any worry.
If travelling through the airlock, it would open up into a completely dark, T-Junction hallway- though on the left and right sides of the hall would be several doors side-by-side on the outer wall. The interior was airtight from the vacuum outside, and was breathable. The doors lining the outer wall were shorter than normal, and pressure locked, with small, but permanently covered viewports in the center of the doors, about 5x7’ in size. Anyone with any experience on ships would realize they were escape pods. Mostly jettisoned, save two in a row closest to the damaged left door. One's launch console was damaged- and the other was fully in tact, just not launched.
The hall was long, and ended at both ends with a large door. The door on the far right hall was in tact, the door on the far left was damaged. In fact, you can see dark pock-markings across the floors, and the walls, as well- marking and scarring the entirety of the hallway. Surmising that maybe some sort of battle erupted here. Plenty more deep scoring on the left door- the crew would easily assume there was a small explosion at the door that damaged it enough to keep it shut. The door on the right side of the hall seemed jammed. Upon approach- it wouldn't open up, but hitting the manual 'open' button would allow the doors to slide open, though only about five or six inches wide, before a clanking noise was heard, and the doors would grind to a stop.
The GA/Jedi:
The Jedi’s light freighter passed through enough of the ion fog before a docking solution appeared. It seemed to be a short string of docking bays for cargo shipments. Strangely enough, as they got closer, it’s shielded entrance seemed to be active… Once passing through and landing inside, there was plenty of room to set the freighter down.
The cargo bay was large, and had three lanes that went to short ramps- that lead to a raised landing with three large loading doors. Each were labelled with a number, but left to right- it was 1, 2, and 3.
The main floor had a handful of large crates lined up before the landings in the center, and one crate between the center and right door, and a few toppled and damaged crates laying in front of door 3 (the rightmost door). The two doors on the middle and left were both closed. They would not open when approaching, nor open when hitting the large circular manual 'open' buttons... The far right door - upon closer inspection was slightly raised- though for now- unable to be reached due to the toppled crates.
On the left side of the room were two hoverloaders hiding behind a row of stacked crates, the equivalent to something of an unmanned forklift. They would power on if interacted with, and could be driven around with a simple control pad attached to a thick curly cable that went from the pad, to the back of the loader. Able to move it forward and back, rotating, and lowering/lifting the forks attached to a single mast.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, Annan would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
The Blue Star Pirate crew:
There was a blown out hole that the Helix seemed to fit snugly inside of. A small cloud of debris was pushed aside as the light interceptor moved in for a gentle landing. Inside were three large cylinders that reach almost to the ceiling on the right side of the room. In front of each were consoles, likely that gave readouts and allowed interaction with the large shapes. All were powerless.
One the left corner was a single cylinder, similar to the others. All around were crates full of equipment strewn about, some tied down- though most others not. To the right of that cylinder appeared to be a long lowered lift- sitting maybe about 20 feet below the current deck.
Against the left wall was what appeared to be a raised crane operator’s station. A metallic staircase led up several feet to a catwalk, and a small booth atop it with crane controls before a seat. There was a power button, and two control sticks. The right stick had a twisty button atop the handle, and the left stick had a thumb button on top of the handle.
And above, an in-tact crane on rails- appearing to have a magnetic claw grip for moving engineering equipment, and spare parts around the room. Easily able to figure out the raised booth would control moving the crane's clamp, as well as rotating it and moving it around the room.
There was one door - and it was in the far right corner of the room. The door was normal sized, though wouldn’t open if approached. --------Locked- likely a safety measure from when the exterior wall was blown apart.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, Buggie would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
Sith Order Crew:
The dark, angular shuttle that the Sith crew piloted slid slowly into place in an open shuttle bay- a large open rectangular space in the side of the ship. The shields for the bay had long gone out due to lacking power- so entrance was simple. That also meant that landing in the empty, rectangular pad meant there was no breathable atmosphere within- though seemed to have some form of artificial gravity, keeping everything on the ground.
The landing pad was large enough for three shuttles, so the Sith Shuttle landed right in the middle. Inside there were large consoles against the inner wall [none of which would respond], and the side walls had equipment stores and crates still on the ground, somehow not having been blown out or floating out the side. The left of the inner wall had a door on the left corner, and a lift on the right corner, next to a cylindrical emergency generator. The generator's sidepanel had a few buttons and a lever.
Above the consoles, and everything on the innermost wall, there was a catwalk that the lift would be able to reach, though nothing in the room seemed to have power.
There were two doors out- both appeared to be blast doors, and both were shut, and would not open upon approach, or upon hitting the manual 'open' button. One was to the left of the inner-most wall, and one was above on the catwalk.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, any force sensitives would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
The Galactic Empire Crew:
The Galactic Empire’s freighter [loaded up with a crew] floated slowly into place toward what appeared to be an in-tact airlock . The airlock was standard size, and allowed for emergency docking. The ship spun slightly to allow the airlocks to meet, and lock into place with a deep thump, and the ship shook gently with the stopping motion.
Once approached, and hitting the button to open the doors, the doors would jam slightly upon opening- though would only take some minor manual force to press the bottom door down and out of the way. To close the door, it would shut as normal without any worry.
If travelling through the airlock, it would open up into a completely dark, T-Junction hallway- though on the left and right sides of the hall would be several doors side-by-side on the outer wall. The interior was airtight from the vacuum outside, and was breathable. The doors lining the outer wall were shorter than normal, and pressure locked, with small, but permanently covered viewports in the center of the doors, about 5x7’ in size. Anyone with any experience on ships would realize they were escape pods. Mostly jettisoned, save two in a row closest to the damaged left door. One's launch console was damaged- and the other was fully in tact, just not launched.
The hall was long, and ended at both ends with a large door. The door on the far right hall was in tact, the door on the far left was damaged. In fact, you can see dark pock-markings across the floors, and the walls, as well- marking and scarring the entirety of the hallway. Surmising that maybe some sort of battle erupted here. Plenty more deep scoring on the left door- the crew would easily assume there was a small explosion at the door that damaged it enough to keep it shut. The door on the right side of the hall seemed jammed. Upon approach- it wouldn't open up, but hitting the manual 'open' button would allow the doors to slide open, though only about five or six inches wide, before a clanking noise was heard, and the doors would grind to a stop.
The GA/Jedi:
The Jedi’s light freighter passed through enough of the ion fog before a docking solution appeared. It seemed to be a short string of docking bays for cargo shipments. Strangely enough, as they got closer, it’s shielded entrance seemed to be active… Once passing through and landing inside, there was plenty of room to set the freighter down.
The cargo bay was large, and had three lanes that went to short ramps- that lead to a raised landing with three large loading doors. Each were labelled with a number, but left to right- it was 1, 2, and 3.
The main floor had a handful of large crates lined up before the landings in the center, and one crate between the center and right door, and a few toppled and damaged crates laying in front of door 3 (the rightmost door). The two doors on the middle and left were both closed. They would not open when approaching, nor open when hitting the large circular manual 'open' buttons... The far right door - upon closer inspection was slightly raised- though for now- unable to be reached due to the toppled crates.
On the left side of the room were two hoverloaders hiding behind a row of stacked crates, the equivalent to something of an unmanned forklift. They would power on if interacted with, and could be driven around with a simple control pad attached to a thick curly cable that went from the pad, to the back of the loader. Able to move it forward and back, rotating, and lowering/lifting the forks attached to a single mast.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, Annan would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
The Blue Star Pirate crew:
There was a blown out hole that the Helix seemed to fit snugly inside of. A small cloud of debris was pushed aside as the light interceptor moved in for a gentle landing. Inside were three large cylinders that reach almost to the ceiling on the right side of the room. In front of each were consoles, likely that gave readouts and allowed interaction with the large shapes. All were powerless.
One the left corner was a single cylinder, similar to the others. All around were crates full of equipment strewn about, some tied down- though most others not. To the right of that cylinder appeared to be a long lowered lift- sitting maybe about 20 feet below the current deck.
Against the left wall was what appeared to be a raised crane operator’s station. A metallic staircase led up several feet to a catwalk, and a small booth atop it with crane controls before a seat. There was a power button, and two control sticks. The right stick had a twisty button atop the handle, and the left stick had a thumb button on top of the handle.
And above, an in-tact crane on rails- appearing to have a magnetic claw grip for moving engineering equipment, and spare parts around the room. Easily able to figure out the raised booth would control moving the crane's clamp, as well as rotating it and moving it around the room.
There was one door - and it was in the far right corner of the room. The door was normal sized, though wouldn’t open if approached. --------Locked- likely a safety measure from when the exterior wall was blown apart.
Also quite the oddity- once setting foot inside the ship, Buggie would feel totally cut off from the force. As if his soul were put in a bubble that wouldn't allow him to reach out, sense, feel, manipulate, alter, or control anything at all...
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Kell Sangros
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Re: Derelict
Warvanus instructed the soldiers to get into the enviormental suits as he himself suited up, his lightsaber clipped to his side and also taking a vibroblade about the size of a hunting knife and sheathed it along with a blaster pistol a Dl-18 from the looks of it. He suited up and looked at Vector
“Stay on board we may need to get out of here at a moment’s notice” He had said to him.
To the soldiers he had brought which was about 3 of them were suited up and ready “you three will come with me” He did not like this situation, nothing like being in a team with your rival and his cabal. As much as he hated this predicament he was on this mission for the Emperor. He would put it aside for his sake, for now… but the first sign of trouble all bets were off. If he died , he died. He would not be missed, he would not be remembered. Life, Death was all the same to this Sith. Once the hatch lowered, he would disembark with the 3 soldiers he brought. The minute he stepped off he about doubled over in gut wrenching feeling what had happened? He tried to call on the Force and it was gone… He had never experienced losing this connection. It physically pained him but it felt more like he was split into two and one part of him was gone beyond his reach. He would have to rely on his martial skills. Which was fine , he had some experience in marksmanship and was proficient in hand to hand combat. He was even more glad for the blade and Dl-18 at his side. Even before Tormentous had found him and before he touched the Force he had never felt this hollow, Empty…
This was going to be a very long mission indeed. He thought to himself as he waited for the others to disembark no doubt they would feel this same anti-force bubble. Which he couldn’t help but feel very apprehensive. Like it or not he would need the others and he did not like this at all.
“Stay on board we may need to get out of here at a moment’s notice” He had said to him.
To the soldiers he had brought which was about 3 of them were suited up and ready “you three will come with me” He did not like this situation, nothing like being in a team with your rival and his cabal. As much as he hated this predicament he was on this mission for the Emperor. He would put it aside for his sake, for now… but the first sign of trouble all bets were off. If he died , he died. He would not be missed, he would not be remembered. Life, Death was all the same to this Sith. Once the hatch lowered, he would disembark with the 3 soldiers he brought. The minute he stepped off he about doubled over in gut wrenching feeling what had happened? He tried to call on the Force and it was gone… He had never experienced losing this connection. It physically pained him but it felt more like he was split into two and one part of him was gone beyond his reach. He would have to rely on his martial skills. Which was fine , he had some experience in marksmanship and was proficient in hand to hand combat. He was even more glad for the blade and Dl-18 at his side. Even before Tormentous had found him and before he touched the Force he had never felt this hollow, Empty…
This was going to be a very long mission indeed. He thought to himself as he waited for the others to disembark no doubt they would feel this same anti-force bubble. Which he couldn’t help but feel very apprehensive. Like it or not he would need the others and he did not like this at all.
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Darth Warvanus
=The Warrior King=
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Slade Xandir
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Re: Derelict
[OOC: Since didn't know till after my post was up the vacuum ordeal, rping Blood in an enviro-suit]
Blood stepped free of the ship, clunky feed hitting the floor of the ghost ship. Something even more haunting was his lack of connection. Being so intuned with the Force, Blood felt the absolute lack in this ship as his Force abilities were sucked from him, immediately. We're there ysalamiri? Or was there something else entirely taking his powers from him? If only he could taste the Force, he would be able to figure a way to restore his connection, whether it be murdering the lizards, or gutting whatever held the Force from him.
Immediately he didn't like the situation, his absence of being able to read the situation through more elements, through anything, whether it be him Sensing other life aboard the vessel, or adjusting his level of Force to whatever may have came his way. He felt robbed of his authority in the situation, he felt blind, and more interesting out of the sort, he felt pissed off.
But he was even more livid that he couldn't enjoy the high that came with being pissed off. The Sith Lord missed the screams of the Dark Side, the wails of deceit and the hymns of seductive power...but this place, as he looked around, was cold to so much more than just space.
From off of the ramp he strode forward, his ears auditory function seeming more sensitive to sounds in a pitch way rather than a perception to distance manner. But it had picked up his Acolyte's question, and Blood assessed which of his options he found to be more inviting.
"If there were a way to breath power back into this ship, we might have a better sense of use in the mechanicals, here. We should find our way to a trustable generator, and that one-," he said pointing at the one sitting in plain view. "I don't trust." Blood only said this from his paranoia coming to shield him from everything. If he would have had the Force, he could have trialed the Generator and felt out whether it was damaged or not. One thing he was traumatized from, was electricity.
"But as any, I could be wrong. Fox, take a swing at that generator."
Slightly baffled Blood would send him on a potential suicide mission, Fox stood there for a second longer. Then, rolling his nonexistent and metaphorical sleeves up, he went forward, and handled the generator.
Blood stepped free of the ship, clunky feed hitting the floor of the ghost ship. Something even more haunting was his lack of connection. Being so intuned with the Force, Blood felt the absolute lack in this ship as his Force abilities were sucked from him, immediately. We're there ysalamiri? Or was there something else entirely taking his powers from him? If only he could taste the Force, he would be able to figure a way to restore his connection, whether it be murdering the lizards, or gutting whatever held the Force from him.
Immediately he didn't like the situation, his absence of being able to read the situation through more elements, through anything, whether it be him Sensing other life aboard the vessel, or adjusting his level of Force to whatever may have came his way. He felt robbed of his authority in the situation, he felt blind, and more interesting out of the sort, he felt pissed off.
But he was even more livid that he couldn't enjoy the high that came with being pissed off. The Sith Lord missed the screams of the Dark Side, the wails of deceit and the hymns of seductive power...but this place, as he looked around, was cold to so much more than just space.
From off of the ramp he strode forward, his ears auditory function seeming more sensitive to sounds in a pitch way rather than a perception to distance manner. But it had picked up his Acolyte's question, and Blood assessed which of his options he found to be more inviting.
"If there were a way to breath power back into this ship, we might have a better sense of use in the mechanicals, here. We should find our way to a trustable generator, and that one-," he said pointing at the one sitting in plain view. "I don't trust." Blood only said this from his paranoia coming to shield him from everything. If he would have had the Force, he could have trialed the Generator and felt out whether it was damaged or not. One thing he was traumatized from, was electricity.
"But as any, I could be wrong. Fox, take a swing at that generator."
Slightly baffled Blood would send him on a potential suicide mission, Fox stood there for a second longer. Then, rolling his nonexistent and metaphorical sleeves up, he went forward, and handled the generator.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."
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Raphael Xandir
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Re: Derelict
The group of Sith snapped together their light envirosuits as the ships ramp began to descend. Raphael noticed another member of the Sith he hadn’t seen before, perhaps this another one of his master’s acolytes. The group of five, lead by the young man stepped out onto the platform. A peculiar feeling set about the young man as soon as he touched down on the pad, there was no breathable air yet they had a bit of gravity it seems.
Also, there was an absence to the whole ship as what little a stranglehold on the force he had, had now disappeared. Raphael looked around at the other two, dissecting their reactions to the feeling as well. They were clearly more distraught with it as they had trained longer within the force. Stomachs began to turn with the young brother and sister as they felt this was an assignment that wasn’t going to end up well.
Raphael surged the group forward quickly through the inner wall to discover what was ahead. His team moved to the left to attempt to open the door on the inner wall. Pressing the manual button to open the door proved to accomplish nothing, as it was slammed shut. Lilith tried to pry it open but nothing budged.
Turning back he noticed that Warvanus and the other acolyte entered the inner wall as Lord Blood and Fox were on the other side of the room checking on the generator. Turning his gaze back he noticed that there still were crates and equipment along the sidewall.
“Emre, check out the crates and equipment storage to see if we can find anything useful.”
Raphael barked orders to his fellow acolyte as he moved to examine what was remaining of this room.
Also, there was an absence to the whole ship as what little a stranglehold on the force he had, had now disappeared. Raphael looked around at the other two, dissecting their reactions to the feeling as well. They were clearly more distraught with it as they had trained longer within the force. Stomachs began to turn with the young brother and sister as they felt this was an assignment that wasn’t going to end up well.
Raphael surged the group forward quickly through the inner wall to discover what was ahead. His team moved to the left to attempt to open the door on the inner wall. Pressing the manual button to open the door proved to accomplish nothing, as it was slammed shut. Lilith tried to pry it open but nothing budged.
Turning back he noticed that Warvanus and the other acolyte entered the inner wall as Lord Blood and Fox were on the other side of the room checking on the generator. Turning his gaze back he noticed that there still were crates and equipment along the sidewall.
“Emre, check out the crates and equipment storage to see if we can find anything useful.”
Raphael barked orders to his fellow acolyte as he moved to examine what was remaining of this room.
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Re: Derelict
Rhoden was first to step off as the YT docked with the airlock. He saw only a hallway, lined with doors which at one point seemed to have led to escape pods. He walked forward and examined them, only two remained, only one could--theoretically--be launched. Rhoden walked out to the end of the hallway and looked either direction.
Rhoden walked to the left first, examining what looked to be the results of some battle, no bodies, but plenty of damage. The door would not open, Rhoden turned and walked to the right now, passing his allies as they reached the end of the hall too. The other door appeared to be jammed but largely in tact, Rhoden gripped his blaster in one hand and keyed the door to open with the other. The door ground open several inches and stopped. He lowered the weapon annoyed.
"Brilliant. Oi, 3." Rhoden said, calling to his droid companion, "Come see if you can help get this door open."
Rhoden walked to the left first, examining what looked to be the results of some battle, no bodies, but plenty of damage. The door would not open, Rhoden turned and walked to the right now, passing his allies as they reached the end of the hall too. The other door appeared to be jammed but largely in tact, Rhoden gripped his blaster in one hand and keyed the door to open with the other. The door ground open several inches and stopped. He lowered the weapon annoyed.
"Brilliant. Oi, 3." Rhoden said, calling to his droid companion, "Come see if you can help get this door open."
Lieutenant Rhoden Garrick Carbine, Task Force Inferno, Galactic Empire
YT-2000 Firehawk
Dot (ID-12), Shadow (R2), Stalker (3P0), Ravager (Assassin)
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Professor Mors
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Re: Derelict
Despite the prexisting chill of the open vacuum, the interior of the derelict cruiser possessed a coldness to it that immediately caught Doren off-guard. As he lumbered after the Commander, Vassyl fought to keep his teeth from chattering, and swiftly adjusted the internal heating of his armor. This was indeed an eerie place. Despite the outstanding signs of a struggle on the inside, the perplexing state of the half-functioning escape pod gave the Captain even greater cause for concern. Something was at work here, and probability insisted it was to prove unfriendly in nature. Nonetheless, there was little use speculating over such things for the time being, and Doren would not get far on speculation alone. Rhoden's commentary brought his attention to the partially opened blast door in the distance. Turning back to his metallic counterpart, Vassyl concurrently offered, [Lieutenant Thirty-Three, what say you and I take this panel to task?].
Making his way up to the partially-parted metal strip, Doren tightened his armored gloves around the exposed edge. Testing the mechanic force of the door mechanism, the armor's onboard servos whirred with a pitched whine as the Captain exerted a modest tug. The opposing energy was formidable, perhaps too formidable for Vassyl alone. Were that 33 combined his strength with Vassyl's, prying their way in might just prove possible. At the same time, Doren considered the consequences if the door were to reactivate and attempt to close on top of them. In truth, attempting to create an outcropping with their wrist-mounted welders, in Vassyl's mind, seemed to be a safer, but ultimately time-consuming affair. If, on the off-chance, something, or someone continued to lurk these tattered halls, the present situation was of little tactical assistance. Sighing from the multitude of possible outcomes, Doren settled on working through this first, and hopefully successful attempt.
Making his way up to the partially-parted metal strip, Doren tightened his armored gloves around the exposed edge. Testing the mechanic force of the door mechanism, the armor's onboard servos whirred with a pitched whine as the Captain exerted a modest tug. The opposing energy was formidable, perhaps too formidable for Vassyl alone. Were that 33 combined his strength with Vassyl's, prying their way in might just prove possible. At the same time, Doren considered the consequences if the door were to reactivate and attempt to close on top of them. In truth, attempting to create an outcropping with their wrist-mounted welders, in Vassyl's mind, seemed to be a safer, but ultimately time-consuming affair. If, on the off-chance, something, or someone continued to lurk these tattered halls, the present situation was of little tactical assistance. Sighing from the multitude of possible outcomes, Doren settled on working through this first, and hopefully successful attempt.
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Sa'ato Mors
Sa'ato Mors
Re: Derelict
[OOC: Storm Commando armor was a half-minded typo I forgot to fix within the edit window. Apologies. 33 is supposed to be in Spacetrooper armor. Again, apologies.]
33 stood up from the chair and rotated his head so as to get a good look at the pilot.
((( You are indeed correct, sitting pilot. I do possess an impressive array of sensory equipment. Only the finest for the Empire's best. Although I feel it best we save the propositions until after our landing zone is secured. ))) the droid stated.
As the ship docked, 33 spun a hand in the air as Nutcase and Bolter scrambled over to a nearby hoversled and led it over to the droid, who promptly picked up the E-Web and placed it on the platform. In the excess spaces of the hoversled went oxygen reserves and some spare blaster ammunition. And when it opened, Nutcase and Bolter tentatively guided the sled out, powering up the E-Web and keeping it on standby should any issues arise.
33 himself hurried on over to Doren's side, the two hulking armor suits taking up considerable space. Assuming the position that would provide the most leverage for moving the blast door out of the way, 33 took to relocating the obstruction with all of the force he could muster.
33 stood up from the chair and rotated his head so as to get a good look at the pilot.
((( You are indeed correct, sitting pilot. I do possess an impressive array of sensory equipment. Only the finest for the Empire's best. Although I feel it best we save the propositions until after our landing zone is secured. ))) the droid stated.
As the ship docked, 33 spun a hand in the air as Nutcase and Bolter scrambled over to a nearby hoversled and led it over to the droid, who promptly picked up the E-Web and placed it on the platform. In the excess spaces of the hoversled went oxygen reserves and some spare blaster ammunition. And when it opened, Nutcase and Bolter tentatively guided the sled out, powering up the E-Web and keeping it on standby should any issues arise.
33 himself hurried on over to Doren's side, the two hulking armor suits taking up considerable space. Assuming the position that would provide the most leverage for moving the blast door out of the way, 33 took to relocating the obstruction with all of the force he could muster.
Re: Derelict
The Helix' sensors blared through the cabin. Jak gazed over at the systems screen to note the message, with a frown. Perhaps it was just in this room, but he was not too thrilled about present ship conditions. "No air, gang. Plenty of gravity though, so take that for what it's worth. We four are going first. Activate your boarding armor. Blinders, make sure the cockpit is sealed before depressurization."
He passed the archaeologist, who seemed to be none to perturbed by the immediate loss of cabin pressure that was to occur. Passing the Sullustan architect, who sat with his helmet on his lap, he tapped the man's helmet with a thick gloved finger. Jak signaled for his team to group by the landing hatch. Next to the hatch was a systems control unit. Blinders was typing away at it to make the proper adjustments, sans mask as the Givin were known to survive in vacuums. With a strong hiss, the cockpit door shut, sealing their pilot in with all the air. The hatch descended onto the damaged floor of the ship, and one by one, Jak and his gang exited the safety of the Helix.
The room was dark with roving shadows from space peering in to create hideous shapes. One by one, the team activated their glow lamps and begun exploring the cavernous bay. They drifted apart while maintaining a square formation, with Jak's attention diverted to the tall singular pillar. Ward caught unmoving shapes in the distance, and now the towering shadows had a source.
"Captain," Ward comm'd. "What are those things?"
Jak turned around to observe the three pillars sitting powerless along the right wall. He waved his free hand towards them, a signal for the three men to examine the structures.
"You and Khrokt, check those three," he pointed opposite them and departed. "Blinders, check that lonely guy."
Up ahead, he began his ascent up the steel catwalk towards the command booth.
He passed the archaeologist, who seemed to be none to perturbed by the immediate loss of cabin pressure that was to occur. Passing the Sullustan architect, who sat with his helmet on his lap, he tapped the man's helmet with a thick gloved finger. Jak signaled for his team to group by the landing hatch. Next to the hatch was a systems control unit. Blinders was typing away at it to make the proper adjustments, sans mask as the Givin were known to survive in vacuums. With a strong hiss, the cockpit door shut, sealing their pilot in with all the air. The hatch descended onto the damaged floor of the ship, and one by one, Jak and his gang exited the safety of the Helix.
The room was dark with roving shadows from space peering in to create hideous shapes. One by one, the team activated their glow lamps and begun exploring the cavernous bay. They drifted apart while maintaining a square formation, with Jak's attention diverted to the tall singular pillar. Ward caught unmoving shapes in the distance, and now the towering shadows had a source.
"Captain," Ward comm'd. "What are those things?"
Jak turned around to observe the three pillars sitting powerless along the right wall. He waved his free hand towards them, a signal for the three men to examine the structures.
"You and Khrokt, check those three," he pointed opposite them and departed. "Blinders, check that lonely guy."
Up ahead, he began his ascent up the steel catwalk towards the command booth.
Blue Star Pirate.
Captain, Nightshade Division. Slicer on weekends.
"It doesn't get much bluer."