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Every electrical circuit appeared to be no more living than now soggy cadavers ridden with moss and gunk. Perhaps that had been vain hope for a quick answer but it appeared that his search would have to have to result more on the subtly deductive than the immediately exoteric. There were two locations he was prioritizing; the commanders' quarters and storage. The former was unlikely to be any less death-ridden than anywhere else on the ship but there was a chance that perhaps some records that hadn't been digitized could be found within. The latter perhaps could be where whatever nightmare had been unleashed had initially rested.
In the interest of staying out of relative harm, he walked a slippery slope with claws digging into the vegetation that coated the floor towards those chambers. Kromus ships tended to treat their elites well, perhaps to incentivize the grunts they ruled over to one day don those iron boots themselves. Not that it had likely meant much in the violent final hours of the crew. Knowledge of prior raids on Kromus bases had told him that they weren't always keen on sharing information and they were smart enough to make sure not all of it was digitized either. As he neared the door or the decrepitude that passed as the entrance to the captain's quarters, he stacked up against the wall and pulled something from off of the ground.
It was a ball of the mossy vegetation and still dripping wet. Yet it had been condensed into a single thick, muddy mass. What it had to do with opening locked doors sealed shut by a lack of power was unclear at first but that changed when one of his arms arched up like a scorpion's tail as it was squashed and spread against the centre of the door. Spidery digits extended and began to dig and scratch at it with rapid twitching movements, carving patterns strange and nonsensical into the clump. The arms pulled back and Czyereck's weapon was at the ready.
The inscription began to glow, lighting up with a resonant blue as a series of organs and glands in his body activated and an otherworldly power trembled and slithered through his veins before slowing as cybernetics within regulated their flow and movement. A pulse was emitted and the carved mark was destroyed as a powerful impact slammed not just into but through the mud and into the door, intending to break it open and immediately sweep his rifle's barrel across all he could see, ready to open fire if any of it proved hostile.
Audio: Nothing Video: Nothing Emotion: Frustration Audio: The Clicking of a button Video: Illumination, Multiple light filters activating, Infra-red and Ultraviolet are both brought into perfect clarity and a dim cone of visible light passes over the scene as the view shifts side to side
There were no specimens to be found, only darkness and a lot of carapace littering the ground. The Tri-spectral filters revealed naught but remnants of life. All that was to be done was to find the backup generators and then computers.
Seeker's normally level voice crackled with static as he spoke, words clipped and rapid fire. "Associates, I'm detecting a severe lack of specimens in this locale, suggest moving on. This One's Patience is wearing thin, it came for science, not this White Zone Monotony. Are all of your Spurworlds so dull? Where are your Green Zones? Where are your Assassin Vines, Mesmer Beasts, and Sanguine Willows? Have you eliminated all of them, or are your planets simply barren like the Forges until you do what was done to Unity in the time before the collapse?"
The Scout hadn't seen much of the Spur, but he was seriously beginning to worry that he'd find no science to do in this Founderless land of anarchy and duplicity. Atleast the cyborg made sense, that individual had very simple motives, easy to deal with, easy to understand... maybe. It was not nature that was to be feared in these lands, the greatest threats to one were simply the others around them. The AI recharged his shock generators, a sharp whine rising in pitch into inaudibility yet again, he was likely going to have to replenish his capacitors after this job, but he wasn't taking any chances. The first unintelligent life-form he found was likely going to be in for a very bad time. Crouched in a manner like a predator he once encountered, the Scout began to creep forward, guided only by infra-red and ultra-violet as he turns off his V-light.
Remained close behind Seeker as they entered the building, the low light conditions forcing him to depend on the light-sources provided by the rest of the group, which prove to be less than effective regarding his unaltered human senses. Consigning himself to near darkness, the human would slowly stalk the darkened hallways, keeping his eyes on the constructs silhouette, using it to guide his path, gazing behind him every so often to keep tabs on the power armoured one. After all in these conditions, the biggest danger from the rear was this corporate newcomer...which he did not trust one bit. His paranoia is paused however by Seeker's rant, a look or amused surprise coming over his features...Was he angry? He didn't even know the construct was capable of such an emotion.
"Buddy, I know I haven't asked this before, but what the actual fuck is going on on your planet?"
He whispered in the darkness, a stifled laugh muddling his speech before he continued.
"but to answer you, when it comes to natural life, it varies wildly from planet to planet. Some are preserved wonderlands of evolutionary marvel, untouched by industry either for the sake of maintaining them, or because they are so dangerous its just not worth it. Others are overcome by metropolis and industry, the very air turned to caustic smoke. But, rule of thumb, in most populated worlds, wildlife is NOT actively trying to kill you. With a few crazy exceptions. At the end of this remind me to sign you up for an intergalactic safari..."
He chuckled while shaking his head, focusing back in the area around them. There were signs of invasion all the way in here, which did not bode well regarding its current state. But they would only be sure once they founded a terminal with info.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Aug 26, 2019 20:47:56 GMT
Eliza listened silently behind the other two, filing away information for later examination. Clearly, the AI was from a non-GalFed world, and the use of that term, 'Spurmen', seemed to quite strongly indicate that it was from beyond the Orion Spur. That begged a number of questions, but given that it was on a GalFed-sponsored bounty mission, she was reasonably certain that it was not hostile, unless perhaps to individuals. Certainly a curiosity, though.
Once the door was opened, the Witch darted inside, rifle held to her shoulder as she moved through and out of the doorway, sweeping the corners immediately before toggling her helmet's low-light imaging to aid in the lack of visibility. "Bloody ghost town," she remarked as she relaxed marginally, though she kept her rifle ready. "Kinda wi Eligos on th' matter of yer homeworld, Sparky," she commented as she glanced back towards the AI. "Reckon either of ye can access th' power grid if there's shite still functional in this mess? Might make our jobs easier, provided it donna bring down gods know what on our asses. I know a bit about a lot, but I know weapons and starship systems better. Planetside infrastructure systems, na so much."
Down the main corridor, more debris is found, a trail leading to a very decomposed and beaten Kromus corpse, chest plating cracked and shattered open. The decades old lifeless body shows further signs of being split open down the thorax, while the head of the dead pirate is stuck in what appears to be a posture of screaming while four pairs of empty eye sockets have cold stains running out from within them.
On the wall above it, a directional marker points down the hall in the focus light beams of the intruders and their illuminators. Several written dialects are displayed, but they are all standard primary languages used within the Federation, including the seven Terran standard languages, English, Japanese, Spanish, Chinese, Russian, Arabic, and Portuguese. "Auxiliary Power and Command Stations, 150 meters".
Down the corridor is darkness.
The impact reverberates through the deck, sending ripples down the half flooded corridor. The door is pushed in a bit, enough that the irises sections have space between them, but still requiring some effort on the part of the intruder to pry them open. Water sloshes around as the deck settles, and a low metal groan can be heard from the bulkheads. After enough pause, the ship is quiet again.
The Xeno's Corpse sat there, mockingly... The AI severed it's head with a single smooth motion, his search for worthwhile specimens stymied yet again... The Sign however was quite usefull, maybe... He could only read a single line of it, the rest being completely unfamiliar. Seeker stood and glanced back at the organics behind him.
"That 'Safari', is it anything like the GZEs I had gone on? Delving deep into uncivilized territory, where fully trained defoliators are essential for survival and everyone is required to carry full combat gear? Either way, I can only read a single line of text on that sign, but it says that we're close to our destination, the architects were not imbeciles at the least... if only that were the case for whatever deity distributed the fauna here."
He then took a vial out and scraped some of the slime upon his blade into it, it may yield useful data later. Checking the edge on his sword, the Revenant continued on, again crouched with both weapons at the ready. He really needed to do some science...
He had to admit, the Kromus knew how to make an incredibly tough door. Not some vault gate but a mere door and it had withstand the bone-pulverizing force of the impact but a fairly ordinary door. Alas, as the echoes faded and waters grew still, he peered through the hole cautiously craning left and right to see if he could spot anything unusual before he proceeded further.
There was also the certainty that whatever was inside the vessel had heard him.
Momentarily putting down his rifle, he gripped the edges of the openings he'd made with his primary arms and the monstrous strength behind them clashed against the bruised resistance of the door frame.
However, he wasn't going to be opening them all the way. As the gap widened, his exertion began to slow until it was roughly expanded enough to fit an entire fist or most of his arm.
More importantly, it would be enough for one of the small spidery drones he carried to hop on through and begin an inspection of the room. He waited outside the door, weapon aimed down the corridor as he began to inspect the commander's chamber.
Continued to follow close behind the silhouette of Seeker, surprised the corporate goon actually agreed with him in regards to the construct's homeword, which as this point sounded like a pretty extreme deathworld...Then again that would explain WHY he was a sentient construct. Organics must not fare that well in a world that has such colourful lifeforms as Assassin Vines. On another note, weapons and starship systems?...Was she military?
"I am...used to planetary systems. Not a trained technician but I should be able to bullshit around enough to turn things on or route around. And if we get a functional console I can always brute-force some info out of it by direct jack..."
As they reach the plaque, he would lean forward, his nose almost pressed against it to allow him to read even in the low-light conditions, nodding softly after Seeker's commentary
"Yea, basically says the same in multiple languages to accommodate settlers from different areas. Also, GZE? No, just...no. Safaris are a leisurely trip into the wilderness to see animals in their natural habitat I...Ok, note? Next time look for jobs detailed as DEATHWORLD. You will feel right at home with all the deadly DEADLY conditions there. Heck i have hear done had acid for air and still manages to have life so..."
He ended with a shrug, pausing as the construct picked up the piece of organic matter, eyes shifting towards the dark hallways, trying to perceive anything within the darkness.
"Well, we might run into Kromus again, and those are pretty deadly lifeforms!"
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Aug 29, 2019 0:05:11 GMT
More insights into the nature of her present company raised an eyebrow, though in truth, much of it simply confirmed her initial suspicions. Daiban's megacity nature was a breeding ground for a wide variety of individuals with activities of questionable legality, after all, and the cybernetics seemed almost certainly black market now.
"Noted. Might need ta put those skills ta use here," she replied calmly. She said nothing more as she pressed on until they paused at the signs, reading over them with little difficulty thanks to her low-light imaging. "Erm..Eligos, ye need a light?" the Witch offered as she toggled on a red lensed light, providing enough illumination for a human to see by without destroying one's natural night vision. "Sorry, I dinna realize ye couldna see. Might look into some sort of low-light optics in th' future," Eliza suggested before turning down the corridor towards the AI.
"Erm..so Voyager, what sort of nightmare world are ye even fram?" she questioned, allowing her curiosity a moment to surface as she watched the corridor. "Though I'd rather na run into Kromus. Bassas never seem ta come in jist ones or twos."
Audio: "what sort of nightmare world are ye even fram?" The Automaton halted momentarily, processing the query, he'd heard a lot about nightmares but they weren't ever real. Deciding to omit that confusing word, simply labeling it as a translation error due to the woman's unfamiliar dialect, he again paused, this time processing the desired memories.
"The Holy Land is a frozen crucible, where the faithful are forged between the hammer of nature and the anvil of ice. It is the birthplace of gods, domain of law. Unity's existence is proof that civilization is the ultimate force, unbreakable even when nature tirelessly torments it. The soaring Spires of the Border Regions stretch down into the depths of the world where the Warrens spread out for hundreds of miles beneath the Ice and Jungle. The White Zones are criss-crossed with chains of infant stars as the Founder's Faithful work to free the world from it's glacial prison, and numerous expeditions head into the Green Zones in hopes of discovering new bounties to be harvested for the betterment of all."
He paused for a moment. Thinking about home always made him feel better.
"You are like the short-men, that's the closest I can get in your tongue, they ask so many questions... even their Revenants do that. We should stay on task, talk may be had after the mission is complete."
With that, the scout returned his full attention to the task at hand, watching out for the enemy.
Further down the corridor is a chamber entr y with a sign that, in various standard recognized languages, reads "Auxiliary power. Manual start up required." The door itself has a pump action release handle, allowing for opening the heavy door panel in the unusual event of a total power outage.
Once the door is opened, inside is a darkened console next to the auxiliary generator access. Several hard push switch buttons can be seen in the illuminator lights, sectioned and labeled with activation order. Beside that is a hand pump action for priming the auxiliary generators.
As the spidery drone probe slips through the opening and into the adjacent chamber, the video feed it gives back is that of an odd darkness. Water can be seen on the deck, sloshing still from the reverberation of the intruder's unnatural attempt to open the doorway. But of the rest of the room, little can be discerned.
There is still a sound of shifting water both around and behind the intruder. Some sounds of splashing against the corridor walls, some hitting the partially opened door and trailing into the next room, and the sound of drops falling down into the water that half-floods the corridor.
For all the technological advances of his armour, Czyereck still relied on skills more primal in nature to have the edge over his enemies. The sound that echoed through the carcass of the ship wasn't lost on him and neither would be how it would alert anyone inside. A chorus of splashing and wading answered the thundering impact and his reactions were quick. Immediately, he turned towards the wall and just as quickly arms and legs attached to the surface, pulling him upwards in a rapid skitter until he was at the corner of wall and ceiling. Sweeping his modified surroundings, he activated his visual cloak and obscured himself from sight to lay in wait for whatever he had awoken.
Inside the room, the drone's low light amplification activated and it would immediately climb up the nearby wall and towards a corner, attempting to get a comprehensive top-view look at the room.
With the added illumination provided by the armoured female, his gait and motions would improve, dilated pupils trembling in his socket as they shift to and fro, jumping at every shadow and semblance of movement. The door soon looms ahead,and allowing Seeker to open it, he would jump ahead, his tools returning to his back and he quickly went over the labelled instructions, a small chuckle exiting his lips, muffled by the gas mask.
"Oh hey, this seems in proper condition. All labelled and ready to go to. Now lets see if it will play along nicely..."
Leaving the other two to watch his back, he would move towards the generator, priming it and going through the activation sequence.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Sept 1, 2019 1:21:31 GMT
Eliza snorted quietly as she kept watch alongside the AI as Eligos went to work. "And ye sound like some daft Torillian paladin," she remarked derisively. "Na that bloody short, either. No call ta be comparin' me ta a dwarf," she added before falling silent, weighing the construct's words for a moment longer. "Revenants, ye said? Like th' spirits? More I listen ta ye, th' more ye sound like a mage or some shite," the Witch commented. She didn't look at the AI, busy as she was making certain they weren't ambushed by gods knew what, but she was growing quite curious of her present company.
"Findin' everythin' alright, Eligos?" she called back. "Seems like a basic breaker system. Hopefully, th' damned thing works still. Still na sure why there's nowt but plants alive here."
Seeker held back, waiting for the spurfolk to start fiddling with the generator, his expertise lay elsewhere. The Automaton took up position between his comrade and the rest of the area, prepared and perhaps hoping for a specimen to arrive for some improvisational vivisection. The woman beside him reminded him more and more of the gnomes, so many questions. The Revenant increased the power draw on his reserves to get a little free processing to consider he queries without compromising his effectiveness.
"I am not a member of the clergy, militant or otherwise. Does dwarf refer to the small scrawny folk who ask lots of questions and make terrifying weapons? Yes. No. I received remedial SpellDoc training, basic alchemical theory, as well as basic artifice, but no warmage or battlemage training. I did not remain in the planetary forces long enough to start on specialist training."
At least the cyborg didn't constantly ask questions. He almost felt like he was visiting the Assembly Facility back on Unity, all those fresh batches with naught but their OSs and residual personality imprints, he didn't particularly enjoy his time working there despite it's personal significance. A quick check let him know that he'd be fine with this power expenditure for a few days, but the world seemed to tick by even slower... the wait would be even longer than anticipated...
The scout would cast a hopeful glance back at his comrade working on the generator, silently hoping for him to work faster.
