A Strange New World IC

[BIos_Reaper]

(well that stings, considering that we cant get off the bloody ship I see no reason as to why you'd bother with pulling something like this out of your butt instead of just making it so it would happen later, since this is very unfair towards all of us, a great plot device but we've already communicated and this, is really just annoying and if you wanted it like that you should have told us from the beginning instead of throwing it at us now.)

[Samantha Arrow]

[It's to create mystery and realisim. Your characters can't know what's going on till they come in contact with it.]

[AlWayZFrE3]

((Just roll with it, man. It's no big deal, really. Besides, the greatest RPers are the ones that master improvization Aaaaand here we go...))


Rayne whirled and shot off at the female in his own language so fast even he barely understood himself. "What kind of f*%king eyesight do you have?!" he snapped. But then he realized that his armor was covering the tribal signature tattoo like marks of his kind and pulled off his helmet. Then, pulling up his HUD goggles to rest on his forehead and show his silver eyes, he spoke in common, more calmly. "Forgive the outburst, but mistaking a Riharian for a Wolvend is an insult to many. I do not know this ship. Now, if you'd excuse me, I just lost my partner and mate for apparently no freaking reason and I'd like to occupy myself with finding a way to report this to her relatives. If you know a way off this ship, I would be grateful for the information, if not, I have no business and no fight with you."

His words were formal and monotone. The second pair of tags around his neck, one with the extra tag, spoke testament of his claim. Rayne's posture changed once again from formal to combat, putting him low with his rifle forward as he searched for a way out.

(This is assuming we can do this yet. If not, ignore everything past this post.) Rayne kept looking until he found a corridoor leading away from the bay. It was dark and hard to cut through, even with Rayne's experience enhanced vision. So he pulled his goggles back on and turned up the enhancement. The corridoor was empty, as far as he could tell, so he called back to the others in a low, growling, squad leader's voice. "Way out over here. We should locate the bridge and initiate communications to our respective forces. Whoever takes point is your call, unless you'd let me to make it," he said. His statement held a simple question in it; 'Would you like to assume command or do you wish the more combat oriented soldier to do so, however lower a rank?'

[Nelle Kozera]

“Oh well, that is excellent.” She said, losing her grip on the little reptile, but not letting go. The Visor opened for a moment so her scaled face was exposed; it seems she wanted to view him with her own eyes, which in themselves with yellow with black slits in them. “Your species is a small one; you has been an interest to many of us, mainly your relatively positive disposition towards us.” She said laying him in her armored paw before her visor closed again. “You should be of some use to me, and if you’re interested in reaching the bridge, which is where I’m heading, I think you’d be better off near me than being off on your own in this heretic ship.” She said holding him in her paw as she walking over to the locked door systems. “Reptile try and open this door I’ll keep watch to make sure that no one disturbs you.” She said setting him near the floor before walking back down the hall; it was empty for a moment. “Reptile keep you short wave radio open I have no wish to break my silence unless it is dire…” She said before disappearing from view again.

The Reaver was watching silently nearby, waiting for something to happen. It was rare that a Reaver was at least respected in some fashion by other species, which meant that the Reaver being shown respect was entitled to return that respect, plus he may prove to be useful to her…

[Brome Teks]

Lukken stops squirming as he stares into those giant, slitted eyes. He listens to her speak. Granted, the command deck would be a logical place to try and get to... And if he had the respect of a Reaver, that was definitely something of value. And having an invisible body guard to watch over him while he tried to work the doors... that was Certainly worth having. "Okay, I'll help you get to the bridge," he says to the reaver. "Just one thing," he adds in before she cloaks, "Please call me by my name or rank at least." he asks as politely as he can, given his terror.

As she cloaks and sets him on the floor, he activates his short wave radio to VOX and then looks up to the door panel. If he can, he'll climb up to it with his gecko feet and look for a way to access it so he can get past the circuitry and unlock the door. This is, of course, up to the GM.

[Samantha Arrow]

[AlWayZ, in my description of the shuttle bay I said there was only one door out *Brome took a small vent if you're wondering. The door is locked.]

[Also, to everyone, Nalia will try to take leadership responsibility, but don't let her - it's better someone else did.]

Sam scrached her head a bit, "Your race and the Wolvends appear similar, at least physically." She offered no apology, "There's no reason to be crying you guts out anyway. We're not getting anywhere with your emotions in the way."

She squinted and looked at all the creatures in the room, she hoped they all knew common. "Excuse me. Everyone come here." She looked at her surrounding again and noticed something, "There's six transport devices in this room, but there's only five of us as far as I can tell... And was that robot-thing here when we got here, or did it arrive here too?" She pointed at Art accusingly.

@Lukken & Stath
The door was locked, but there was a panel next to it with buttons. The door could be overridden from there but the chances of them knowing the code were not too high. It's also possible to break open the panel and try to pick the lock that way, but if it wasn't successful the door may become permanently locked. Then again, there was always the chance that no-one had ever bothered to program the lock, the code could just be 1111 or 1234. IF the door is opened it enters into a hallway where their is a map of the ship printed onto a wall.

[Brome Teks]

Lukken, after some tinkering, manages to remove the panel on the door lock. He tinkers with the inside circuits some more, and after about 5 minutes, manages to make the door open. "Excellent." he says. (This action was approved by SA, as a note.)

He flutters into the next room, only able to assume the invisible Reaver was following him. He lands on the wall opposite the ship map and looks it over. "Well, this is suspiciously convenient..." he Pulls off his aide and uses it to take some snapshots of the map. "AI, based on this map, try to construct a 3D map of the ship's interior." The AI complies, compiling the information and showing the final product. It wasn't perfect, but gave them a general direction to go in. The Zrackli opens up his short wave radio. "Okay, whenever you're ready, I think I have the shortest path to the bridge figured out." He silently hopes that this information is accurate.

[macrorufus]

AR-783 moved closer to the group, but kept his distance. His optics glared balefully at Sam as he registered her accusation. Switching his speaker on, he addressed the Lightfirean, injecting a small amount of pride into his vocal systems. His arms raised, the claws opening, in imitation of a sign that he wished no violence.
"I am no robot. I am a CCA drone, Volunteer's Brigade. In answer to your question, I arrived here at around the same time as the others. My registration is AR-783."
A hand gestured at the assembled group. He then pointed at the Zrackli Escape Pod, shifting so that his registration number could be seen on the side of his elongated head.
"There is a Dailo, er .. Zrackli, escape pod, though no trace of its occupant."
He paused, his welders tapping their chin housing, in thought.
"I am concerned, I cannot raise anything on my communication relays. Either this ship is jamming my relays, or ..."
He left the last unsaid, not wishing to voice the fear that they were aboard the only vessel left.

[Arratra]

Avartiath tapped his armour.
"Four," he said, "Only four of us need transportation, not counting the drone. I recognise that construction. CCA."
He indicated his suit's thrusters.
"These are still operational," he continued, walking to the door, and pressing what looked like the open button.
Of course, nothing happened.
"Locked," he said, frowning at it, "I think..."
He pulled on his helmet, and searched for a means of linking into the system. His suit didn't turn up anything of use.
"That's no good," he grumbled, "I've got a physical link-up port here, but my suit's computer can't link that way."
He jumped down off the stairs and checked his suit's COMS again. This time, nothing happened at all, beyond the faint crackle of interstellar noise.
"Oh that's not good," he said, his face paling beneath his helmet, "We're completely out of range."

[AlWayZFrE3]

(Sry about that, was a little starved when that was written. Well, assuming my hacking gear won't work, I'll try this anyway.)

Rayne shook his head and rolled his eyes. They heard him cry...this was...difficult. Riharians don't cry unless they lost the one most important thing in their world. Still, he ignored all else and flexed his hands three times. Tiny wires protruded from the tips of the suit's claws, ready for use. Without pause, Rayne jammed them into the sides of the door and allowed them to burrow, snake through, then hook into circuitry and begin its work. Speed hacking programs initiated and began to tear at the firewalls guarding the door. After sixty seconds of nothing, Rayne gently pulled his claws out to avoid ripping the delicate wires and growled to himself. "Stupid little weaklings, think they need complicated programing to guard a freaking door..." he grumbled in Riharian. Then, in common, he spoke one more time. "My gear can't get through. If I had explosives or better gear, it would be a different story. Currently, however, we're screwed unless someone else has something to work with."

This whole thing didn't sit right with Rayne. Too many possibilities to be considered. The ship could have been boarded and purged, but then why would they just leave it? As far as Rayne could tell, there was nothing majorly wrong with it. If hostiles had claimed it, they would have destroyed it. If it had been taken and reclaimed, it would be fighting. Speaking of which, why would the enemy avoid this ship in the first place? Was it a traitor ship? A proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing (Have a Riharian equivelant but it makes no sense to anyone who doesn't know the whole story, so I'll stick with familiarity)? Was this ship just waiting for the right chance to scatter the remnants of the fleet with a few well placed rounds? No, that didn't make sense. The time to scatter the fleet was when it became obvious that they were losing. A single ship shooting against them, supposedly from their own lines, would send even Riharians, combat trained and soldiers to the heart as they were, into chaos. Even then, though, the Exile would have called in that only one was shooting against the fleet to every other ship still moving, most likely while they plugged it full of holes.

Something was very, very far from right. Without changing his posture, Rayne upped his guard to the next level. These people could not be trusted yet. Riharian armor had a flair that other species' normally lacked: the flair of savage violence. Rayne's armor looked like a feral beast rather than a futuristic warrior. Still, that could be a common mistake. It'd happened before. Even so, Rayne kept his guard high and his reflexes sharp.

[Buzzwolf]

Alex growled at his comm HUD that was showing up on his visor, the repetitive clicking it was giving off meant it was unable to establish ANY kind of link to anything outside of the ship. he needed a comm-link up, and he needed it NOW. he merely glanced at the lightfirean as he turned and headed for the door the Riharian had been attempting to hack "I need a comm link-up, and I need it now. I've already been out of contact too long as is..that means getting to the bridge however I have to" he said offhanded to the lightfirean "If your plan can get us there, I'm all ears...but I'm going to work on my own way out of here" putting a paw to his side, a disc shape on his leg armor suddenly spun and popped free into his paw. he flipped it over in paw and keyed in his passkey. an internal mechinizm started to spin, already electronics nearby it would start to notice the EM field it was producing. Alex's HUD auto-adjusted as it picked up on his tactics, his armor preparing itself for the inevitable low power EMP the Door Buster, or as most of the Recin Marines would call it, the "Shocker". essentially an incredibly high powered capacitor designed for completely overloading a doors electronic systems and Mag Locks. by this point the disc was practically glowing as small electrical arcs danced across the surface

"Outta my way Rihiarian...take my word on this when I say you do not want to be between this shocker, and that door" he shoved past him without waiting for a response, the smaller Rihiarian would be pushed aside from the sheer size of the Recinarian and his armor. one designed solely for raw power, the heavy armor plating making up for the complete lack of shielding, also making the suit among the top weight class for personal powered armor. he slapped the disc on the door, setting it in at the joint where the doors connected and hastely took a few steps back, moments before the capacitor maxed. a large CRACK issued from it as a large bolt of energy arced through the air between the disc and the door, the EMP produced momentarily causing any nearby electronics to burst to static, and the lights to momentarily dim, before returning to normal as smaller arcs of energy climbed around the door away from the disc. he waited a couple moments, for it to completely discharge before taping it with a armored finger, pulling it away and testing it again as though testing to see if it was 'cool' enough to hold. when it didn't arc to his paw, he quickly satched it up and slamme it back in it's niche in his armor for a recharge. he ran a armored paw across the door, a series of sensors in his gauntlet looking any electronic activity or EM fields that would tell him that the door had survived the barrage that had managed to cause even the lights to dim momentarily.when the sensors found nothing, he grinned and jammed his paws into whatever hand holds he could find, and began to force teh doors open. slowly but surely, the doors began to slide apart. revealing the darkened empty hallway beyond. he sighed...at least it was some progress...he continued working to force the door open, it grinding open inch by slow inch, after a few minutes, he had enough room to barely squeeze through, easily enough for the rest of the species in the hanger. two lights flipped up on his shoulders, washing one direction of hall in an eire white light that seemed to kill off all the shadows. he growled as he looked around...still finding no control console he might use to access the ship "Might want to include heading this way in that plan of yours, Lightfirean"

[Arratra]

The Draconian still would not fit; being two and a half metres tall, and clad in heavy powered armour had drawbacks.
"Stand back," Avartiath advised, grasping the door and pushing the thing into its frame. His suit whined as he did so.

When it was wide enough to admit him, he stepped through, and unsealed his helmet; the faceplate abruptly rose up, and revealed his face, although the cheek guards remained in place.
"Something feels out of place," he said eventually, "Something keeps making the back of my neck prickle."

[Samantha Arrow]

Nalia watched idly as the various creatures forced their way past the door, when it was finally all over when the Draconian forced the frame larger Nalia said, "As a Lightfirean I am trained in Wolvend systems. I could have unloacked the door..." She stepped into the hallway with them.

Like the hallway where Lukken and the reaper were, this one also had a map imprinted on the wall. Nalia went to it, "There is indeed something wrong here." She answered the Draconian, "The question is what. No crew here for one thing, how it escaped damage - or perhaps not because I can tell main power is offline." She pointed at one of the dimly glowing green lights.

"In any case I don't think we should go to the main bridge. If there are any hostiles on the ship that's where they would go. Instead we should go to the auxiliary bridge, I could reroute control to there as long as I can remember my Wolvend well..." She pointed out of the mapo where the two bridges were, the main bridge was located in the rear of the ship slightly higher than mid-point and the auxiliary bridge was located near the bottom of the ship closer to the front.

Nalia slipped into the front of the group, "Allow me to open the doors? You may need to save your door-busting equipment for some more difficult doors later."

[BIos_Reaper]

(Seems things have progressed quite rapidly, forgive me for my slow posting rate but living in Iceland puts me a substantial time gap away from the rest of you guys... *Always has to catch up*)

Witnessing some of the more brutish species actions against the door I decided to hang back a little. Making my way over towards the one seemingly sentient machine in the room, AR-783, hands raised and moving slowly to indicate I wanted it no harm I knelt down next to it, my helmet covered face's holographic optical sensors staring into his own glowing ones.

"It's nice to see that there is a machine amongst us, we Altinians put more faith in robotics than in most about anything else. Tell me AR-783, you don't look like the usual combat model CCA drones we have encountered before, your equipment looks different and your casing and design look lighter, though I'd prefer not to make uneducated assumptions. Anyway, I think we should follow the other brutes, if anything they are good for smashing through locked doors and the Lightfirean looks like she could be of use with her training in Wolvend technologies. Come on, best not get left behind."

I patted the machine gently on its optics before getting up and heading towards my drone capsule, pulling out whatever medical supplies I knew were stored inside, synthetic blood transfusion packs, MRE non-amino acid ration bars, the works. Even a few spare power packs for my two weapons. Lasers, so much better than brutish slug throwers. I made my way up the stairs, my armor resembled a cross between medium combat mobile infantry and medical technician, the traditional blacks and reds of Altinian medical specialists but it was substantially lighter and more form fitter than that of the others, though I doubted anyone would be privy to knowing, that was because of it's significant shielding.

Making my way up towards the rest of the group I made my way past them and into the darkened corridor, though with my ultra-violet light casters turned on it wasn't that difficult to see. "If you need any healing I'm your guy, there isn't anything I cant purify, mend, reset, heal or re-attach so long as you keep it from happening to me, I'm not so good at putting myself back together if you know what I mean... "

Pulling out my rifle I checked the filter and dispenser, 25 rounds ready to rapid fire and the light-impact energy was sufficient to put a hurting on most things, I was good, and ready to move out when they did.

[AlWayZFrE3]

Rayne growled when what looked like a pile of armor pushed him aside. For now, though, he got by with grumbling a few Riharian curses. For now, and only for now, Rayne dropped low and followed behind the others, rifle out and pointed behind them. Normally, he would either lead his team fast and quiet, on ship or dirt, though he wished for dirt even back on Luna's Luck. No matter their position, Riharians always ducked low and made themselves harder to hit. REIKETSUKAN armor especially was designed for quick rushes through bullet rain. Glancing blows meant little to nothing. Even snipers don't always hit the same spot twice, so hitting something half the size of the original target without hitting an edge that could glance off the round gave all Riharians pretty good chances. He didn't like losing that advantage.

Rayne compensated with his unease by running through normal tactics, stuff he'd been taught more than half a century before. 'Always watch the back of the point man, or the man beside him, or whoever the hell's in front of you,' Rayne's father had pounded the words into his son's head, sometimes litterally. 'If the point man falls, you lose your eyes. If the man in front of you falls, it's your fault. Soldiers die, but none of them have to die senselessly.'

Rayne switched lessons suddenly. 'When clearing a corridoor on a ship,' it was his mother speaking this time, while they practiced the moves onboard their home ship. 'never, ever forget to check your corners. Always start a few feet back. Your enemies are as smart as you are, always remember that. They could be a few yards back or a few inches away.' Rayne could remember rounding the corner, barely fifteen years old, and ducked just as his father lunged around with a utility axe. The blow sunk the head into the wall, and he pulled it out for another strike quickly. But Rayne, though weaker, was much faster. He hopped up and drop kicked his father in the face. Not waiting for him to recover, Rayne put two into the man's stomach, then another in his face when he got a clear shot. His mother smiled warmly at him, kneeling just beside where her son had fallen. 'Good shot.'

Still another lesson popped into Rayne's head. It was a free for all in a valley commonly used for training exercises back home. Rayne, his two brothers and five sisters all dropped in, just before Gray, the oldest, turned twenty and just after Rayne, the youngest, turned thirteen. They were allowed to team up, but only temporarily. Only one could come back without paint splatters in vital areas. Rayne played the ghost. None of his siblings saw him throughout the exercise, not until Gray had the youngest sister pinned and prepared for execution. One round in the back of his head ended it. Another in Micha's heart made him the winner. Still, Rayne climbed out of his sniper's perch and walked over to help them up off the ground. His parents had been so proud they let him choose the next op.

Rayne stopped thinking of old times and lost brothers and sisters. All of his siblings except for Micha were dead, and she only survived as one of the shooters aboard the Exile. Her aim was legendary among Riharians and a few other species. He didn't worry about that, though. Rayne kept moving, kept covering his allies. For now, he stayed silent as well. But he always kept his ears open and his eyes sharp.

[macrorufus]

AR-783 was a little dismayed to have the android approach him. There was no doubt that the Atinian was an android as Art had witnessed the android tear open an escape pod. Definately not normal. He also felt uncomfortable to have his main optics blocked by the android's face. He was sorely tempted to react by switching on his arc welders, but self preservation kindly informed him, that, that course of action would end badly for the drone.
"I'm a medical variant. I field repair other drones to ensure they can continue fighting. Just simple quick fixes."
Art nodded slowly, ponderously even.
"They do favour the use of their weapons."
Moving over to the group AR-783 joined the rear guard, keeping his optics both thermal and visible spectrum on, his acoustic pickups had their sensitivity raised.

[Samantha Arrow]

Nalia turned to look at the rest of the group, "What are all your names and what are you good at?" She asked them, figuring they needed organization. "My name's Nalia Green and I'm a Lightfirean mechanical scientist. Which basicly means I've been taught as much as possible about Lightfirean systems and running them. The Wolvends are part of the Union so I'm well versed in their technology too, not as much as Lightfirean tech - but enough."

[BIos_Reaper]

(Again Macrorufus you cant know that. My armor is powered, it evidently looks powered. You cannot simply jump to the automatic conclusion that I am a machine when half the guys around you are wearing armor two times thicker than me and I was INSIDE the shuttle when I tore open a door to the PILOT section of a SHUTTLE, not an escape pods, I was outside any regular view.)

Stepping forth I snapped to attention like a rank-and-file drone without any evident gesture. Reaching up I unsealed my helmet, the face-plate peeling back into the helmet which then in and of itself peeled back into the heavy collar of my armor, revealing my, if I do say so myself, extremely young looking and handsome face (vanity coming into play).

Back-slinging my weapon for storage I brushed a lock of crimson colored hair from my emerald green, focused eyes I placed my fist flat against my chest plate, right over where my hearts were, standing still and at the ready.

"Chui Ishisuna Riyushi! Of the Foralkus-class battle cruiser Hipoforakus, second rapid-response medical. I specialize in anything and everything to do with any kind of injury from simple flesh wounds to the re-attaching of severed limbs and major organ re-vitalization. You wont find anyone here that can make a seemingly fatal injury look like a mere flesh wound or that can put your hand back on it's wrist in no time ma'am!"

I reverted back to a regular, relaxed posture, staring at the rather attractive Lightfirean with a blank expression. The myth that Altinian soldiers were soulless machines, augmented to the point of having merged with technology was something I had no intention of changing, though thankfully my artfully made hide kept anyone from suspecting I was something else other than normal, a normal potentially soulless cybernetic soldier that is.

[AlWayZFrE3]

Rayne didn't adjust his position or turn to face Nalia when he answered. "Gunnery Sergeant Rayne Ryder, One Oh First Riharian Assault Batalion. Combat, deep insertion, force recon, and fast assault specialist," he said.

The whole answer came off naturally, as if done a thousand times. One could only imagine that he'd only said the phrase little more than fifty times in his life. COs knew their soldiers, and squads were closer than family. Especially in Riharian. Which meant that this 'let's all work together' business would be very, very difficult for at least one of them.

[Arratra]

Avartiath had taken point automatically; he was wearing the heaviest armour and could take the most punishment out of all of them. He had his carbine out and sweeping the corridor regularly, not relying on the scanners in his armour to warn him of hostiles. His faceplate was back down by now, which distorted his voice as he answered the Lightfirean automatically.
"Avartiath Drakenguard, Stormer Division trooper. First Drop Regiment," he said, not turning around, but instead sweeping the area with his gun.
Like the Riharnian, this came naturally for the Draconian; Draconians were all taught about combat from the age of six, when they first entered preschool. Fire team integration, tactical movement, and so on were drilled into them via years of lessons, and even games such as Hide-and-seek could be turned into training in hiding from the enemy, and finding a well-hidden enemy, especially as the 'games' often included laser-tag guns to up the realism. They were, of course, closely monitored by adults, so that they didn't use their claws, which were a deadly weapon for all Draconians, even the youngest among them.

The next corridor was completely black, with no lights on at all. Avartiath held up a clenched fist, going to one knee and aiming his gun down the corridor.
"The auxiliary bridge is our first target," he said, nodding to the Lightfirean as he said it, "But we don't want the enemy to be able to retake control of the ship. As soon as we have control of the auxiliary bridge, we move to take the primary, at the very least so that they can't hack into the system... and does anyone else see something funny about this?"

Where the map said there was a continuing, empty corridor, there was a closed bulkhead. Avartiath's movements had activated the torch attached to one of the points where a weapon would normally be attached, and it had lit up the corridor ahead, and the closed bulkhead.

[Nelle Kozera]

“You know your trade Engineer…” She said before decloaking in front of him. She was holding a small pouch, well small to her anyway, it would have had more than enough room to hold the Pocket Dragon, Ironic really. “Normally I wouldn’t be able to do this, but your small enough to fit. If you wish you can stay inside this it will allow you take advantage of the stealth systems of my Armor.” She said, “Normally this can’t be done, but as I said, your small enough to fit.” She noticed the little 3D image his aid was projecting but it was too small for her make out anything, so instead looked at the Map on the wall. Some of her slaved programs constructed their own 3D map in her hud.

“Hmm, this layout is interesting…” She said, “Nothing like an Imperium vessel…and I think this is a better place.” She pointed to what her translators pointed out to be the auxiliary bridge. “It’s less likely to be heavily guarded, and I can seal the doors shut here, here, and here. Should we get swarmed by a horde of locust. “Oh I forgot to mention that your optical systems will not work once my cloaking systems are active, I can give you a live feed to my H.U.D if you are in need of a view of whats going on. Of course may sit in a perfect darkness if you wish inside the pouch.” She mentioned the pouch again; before lifting it eye level it appeared to be laced with fibers that made up her stealth armor. If one looked at the back they would be able to see that it connected to the suits power supply.

[Brome Teks]

Lukken nods. "It would be good to be able to hide in there..." he thinks. "I think I could set my aide to accept a signal from your suit's cameras. Then I could just stretch it over my visor and be able to see where we're going. In fact, if you set your HUD to accept input back, I may be able to instruct you how to hack doors open without either of us needing to show ourselves. "

He flutters over to the Reaver and lands on her arm. This giant had shown him trust, and quite frankly it was a better choice to stick with the thing that was granting him safe passage to the control deck, rather than wander around with who knows how many other giants, who might not be so friendly. He climbs into the sack and pulls out his aide. After a couple moments, he manages to get it accepting video input from the Reaver's HUD. He takes it and lays it across his visor, essentially giving him his own heads up display. "Okay, I'm ready," he says from inside the pouch. A pocket dragon in a pocket. How fitting.

[macrorufus]

"One can save lives, the other two excel at taking lives."
The CCA drone shifted his focus on the group, while his speakers emitted something akin to a chuckle. The mechanical distortion of the speaker system made it sound a little manic though.
"I am AR-783, Art for short, if you wish. My duty is field repair for drones. Essentially I can weld, extinguish fires, and run diagnostics with compatible systems."
Art's arc welders began tapping in thought again and he turned to face Nalia.
"Ah, Nalia. If this ship was taken by hostile forces, what defensive weapons do Wolvend vessels have onboard? I mean to ask, what exactly can an enemy throw at us? Your expertise with both your own and Wolvend ships would be of great use."

[Buzzwolf]

Alex stepped forward, letting the seemingly eager dragon take point as he checked out the map. his shoulder mounted flood lights dimmed automatically as their brightness started to wash out some of the features of the map. he started running his sensored gauntlet across it, scanning the image into his systems as the Lightfirean introduced herself, he half turned as he continued the scan so that he could see her while he spoke "Alex Leto, Orion Reconnaissance Marine" he pulled his paw from the map as his system beeped to say it'd gotten it all "We're the guys you send in when you want something done right" as he turned, his shoulder lights automatically turned back up, flooding the dark hall once more, leaving harsh shadows and destroying the rest. he looked down the hall to where the dragon was tapping an unmarked wall "Perhaps it's a makeshift bulkhead...something the crew threw up on the fly?" his eyes scanned for the telltale signs of a makeshift bulkhead, weld marks and skewed joints. nothing. it was perfectly flush with superstructure, no marks or anything "The hell?" he strode over to where the dragon was, and ran the sensor glove over it, a key tool for predicting enemy positions when you couldn't see them directly.

the sensor readings started to show up on his HUD, some kinda space beyond it. defiantly seemed like it fit all the signs of a temporary bulkhead, the sensor resolution crackled and started to fade in and out. interference of some sort? was the ship insulated against sensor sweeps? it'd been working just moments ago. he clapped his paws together out of habit and replaced the sensored glove on the wall. a single point of movement pinged on the scanner. his ears perked up "I think there might be someone in there!" it vanished "Orrr not...the hell?" it was suddenly back again, moving very quickly toward the opposite side of the bulkhead, with no intent of seeming to stop. it wasn't small either, not by far "Fuck! Move! get outta the way, get outta the way!" he yelled, lunging back away from the wall, moments before he had expected the 'thing' to hit it. nothing happened, no hit, no thud. no 'thing' crashing through trying to kill them. he backed into the opposite wall and reacted on instinct, swinging his gun around to face the wall. he blinked and returned his gun to his back, trying not to look anymore foolish. he turned back to the mysterious bulkhead, and ran the sensored gauntlet over it once more. it gave a fairly clear reading. there was nothing back there. absolutely nothing. he slowly withdrew his paw from the wall...a sensor ghost? -that- big?..he doubted it, but there wasn't any other reasons he could come up with for what just happened "I...think it might be best if we just kept moving"

[Samantha Arrow]

[Just as a note, spawning baddies without my permission is not permitted. I know this was a 'sensor ghost' leaving me options, but just thought I should note it.]

Sam answered the Draconian, "Yes something is indeed wrong here Mr. Avartiath. For one thing no crew, or main power - auxerillery power is even out in some places." She noted the lack of lighting in this room, she opened her small laptop device. After doing some interfacing with it she had on display a map of an average Wolvend dreadnaught, 3D and everything.

"All Wolvends ships are made exactly the same, each door should even match up with this model. Judging by our location this bulkhead should indeed not be here." She did a little more work and pointed out a sidedoor, "I have a new path set up to get us there. Should be the fastest, but the doors are a lot smaller than the ones in the main hallways. You larger creatures are going to have to crouch around a bit." Specifically meaning the Draconian and Art.

"Three of you are soldiers. You three should organize yourselves in way of rank..." She looked at Art, "You think you'd be good at repairing parts to a vessel like this one?" Sam went to the door she pointed at a moment ago and unlocked it.

[Nelle Kozera]

The live HUD feed from the Reaver showed up momentarily for the moment it was an optical feed the Reaver wasn’t cloaked for the moment. In the Upper right hand corner was a 3D image, it was of the layout of the vessel from the map on the wall with their current location plotted as a red dot. Some Runes flashed across the HUD. The Meaning for the Runes where lost, but the intent was clear as the screen blacked out with everything but the overlay. Another Rune showed up and the Image of the Hallway reappeared, similar to the last one but not the same before the Screen changed from black to X-Ray spectrum overlay. The Hallway was in perfect resolution with the exception of the colors being in grays and whites.

She moved down the hall looking around, she didn’t have any of her weapons drawn it would limit her stealth abilities, and such violence was reserved for when she was hunting her target, for the moment she had no target. Her movements, even from inside the pouch had eerily silent quality to them, it was as if one was watching a silent video. They moved from Corridor to Corridor, bulkhead to bulkhead. Not a sound, not once, she was totally and completely inaudible. It was about seven minutes before they came to the elevator that would lead them to the auxiliary bridge. She pressed the button open that would make so many others open. It took a moment but the lift came, she stood off to the side to make sure she wasn’t in the way if something decided to leave the lift. Nothing came from the lift in question it reached their level. “Good…” She said before entering. Instead of her pressing the level in which she wanted to travel she looked up at the ceiling of the lift for the moment. She was looking for the tall tail outline of a safety hatch, something she could use to enter the lift shaft…

[Arratra]

Avartiath did not rely on sensors; that was just a bad job. Nonetheless, he was already off to one side, and his carbine pointed at the bulkhead.
"This... is getting creepy," he said, frowning. His eyes turned towards Sam, and he snorted.
"As if," he growled, "I don't know where to begin with the rank structure with these guys. Might as well be starting from... scratch..."
Now his own sensors were picking up bizarre readings; his entire faceplate was filled with yellow "unknown" contacts for several seconds, before every single one of them vanished.
Which was impossible.
"Something's scrambling my sensors," Avartiath said, "My suit keeps picking up literally millions of contacts, but that's impossible."

(Note, this isn't baddies; it's weird sensor readings; whatever's happening is messing with the Draconian sensor equipment in Avartiath's suit.)

[AlWayZFrE3]

Rayne dropped to a deffensive stance. Something was off. Something was very, very wrong. His senses were tripping, all of them. The air held the tingle of surprise, something no soldier rightfully wanted. Shadows jumped from their corners. The air smelled wrong. His ears picked up noises that didn't exist. There was even a bad taste on his tongue. At the request that the soldiers be arranged by rank, Rayne moved up to the front and knelt next to the door. "Dragon, in the back. I need you to soak up anything we would take from behind. Orion Marine, you're behind me. Everyone else between those two. I'll take point. My armor is better suited for maneuverability, so I can't do anything between people or in the back. I'm not calling the shots, but I'm pretty sure my combat experience exceeds most of yours, so please let me take command until we at least reach the bridge. Avartiath, if you would be so kind as to open this door, that would be greatly appreciated. Everyone else, please step back a bit. If this turns into a firefight, run, if not, assume formation."

Rayne's eyes flaired with an almost feral energy. He wanted to fight. He wanted to kill. The mere thought of enemies aboard made his adrenalin soar. He wanted revenge. Rayne wanted to kill every last one of the rat bastards that was even close to the one that killed Kara. If he hadn't been wearing his helmet, the others would have seen the expression of glorious bloodlust staining his face.

But what he said was well thought out and sound. The tactic had been used to run through ships durring thousands of Riharian campaigns. Theoretically, a strong back and a quick, sharp front could take out even the strongest oposition. It'd been tried, tested, and proven, sometimes against other Riharians, though those were training exercizes. Hopefully, they would listen to reason, and not think that he was trying to hijack control.

[Brome Teks]

Lukken watches via his aide as the Reaver enters the elevator and looks to the ceiling. .oO(What are you looking for...) He ponders silently. "If you're looking for a hatch up, I can get into a smaller space and see if there is one at all..." he offers. "We may just be out of luck though, unless you can reseal something you've cut open. I doubt a giant hole in the ceiling would be a very subtle hint of your presence..." He ponders and looks at his map of the ship again, seeing if there might be a way with stairs.

[Arratra]

Avartiath shrugged; Rayne was right.
"Sorry about that," he said, "I'm just used to being point man with the Stormers. With the- Agh! Not again!"
His faceplate had turned solid yellow from the myriad false contacts, forcing the Draconian to shut down the sensor systems.
"That's better," he grumbled as his visor cleared, "And as to the door... Well, I'd need an Ultra-pattern flamer or a shielded sword. These talons aren't much good for getting through a bulkhead. I don't have any grenades, and my guns are slug- and bolt-throwers. No cutting through, I'm afraid... There should be a way past, though... about..." He stopped, frowning.
"What just happened?" he asked confusedly; the bulkhead had suddenly turned completely transparent, although it was still there, allowing the party to see straight through to the other side.