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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 8, 2014 7:37:02 GMT -5
Cate shakes her head at Keani's quip, "Like I'd trust any of your fat fingers with her." She flicks at the nose of a stuffed panda on the dash, smiling as the crowd leaves her behind. "Time to remind them all why we're the ones who fly this bird, right Bo?"
Her hands dart across the controls, bringing the ship to a slow as it leaves FTL, a small hitch the only tell for those not able to look outside. Flipping a nearby switch, she set the ship to scanning the area. No point in risking any surprises out here, besides their target had surely drifted some by now.
The Finchy-lady's voice rang over the comms before the scan was completed, so she leaned back in her chair to listen to their job. A small beep drew her attention away halfway through the debriefing, seemed the radar had picked up their target. The rest of the scan could run while she brought her around.
Cate turned the Paragon toward its new destination smoothly, her focus not returning to the debriefing.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 8, 2014 8:15:51 GMT -5
Dom plops a small case on the table and pops it open to double check the contents. Inside are a small assortment of hand tools, a basic crypto-breaker and a holdout pistol. Satisfied, she clicks the case shut again and looks up as she feels the shift back to normal speeds. "Ready to go, Cap."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 8, 2014 15:47:04 GMT -5
Keani listened to the captain talk on and on and on, her eyes half-closing as she rubbed at her temples. "No questions here, boss," she murmured, bracing herself against the bulkhead when she felt the drop back to sublight. "Just let's..." Her words were interrupted by another yawn while she grabbed for her helmet. "...get a move on. Shouldn't take long for at least an initial survey."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 8, 2014 15:59:35 GMT -5
Silas frowned at being completely and utterly ignored by the counselor, then the pilot. Despite being able to note the slight hitch as they pulled out of FTL, Silas would have liked some sort of response. "C'est la vie," she muttered, following after Keani from the cargo hold to the meeting room.
Once Augusta was done giving them the status report, Silas raised her hand. "How's a ship like this supposed to just break? Aren't they supposed to be hearty? Narid love poking around in their guts, since their parts are known to last . . . "
She paused for a moment, then prodded their counselor. "And you all right? Not like you to be this out of it. Get your breakfast this morning? Or even a wink of sleep?" she asked, sounding concerned.
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 8, 2014 16:12:55 GMT -5
Augusta smiles at Silas. "That, is what we hope to find out." She turns to face one of the speakers off to the side and address it directly.
"Miss Baxter, send me the data once the preliminary scan is complete. Then start the deep-systems scans for details."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 8, 2014 16:26:27 GMT -5
"Sure thing boss-lady!" Cate's voice chirped over the comms. "If you look out the window to your left you'll see the emptiness of space greeting you~. Your right looks about the same, and we're on a course for our derelict transport. No signs of life whatsoever, she's dead in the water. Just like they said. Other than that... Nothing! So unless the bodies start rising up and asking after brains this should be a pretty boring trip for you all."
Clicking the comm off, Cate brought the Paragon up along the Pythagoras. "We planning on dinner first, or do we want to skip straight to the spooning?"
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 8, 2014 18:21:49 GMT -5
Rising from her seat Dom looks over at the monitor by the door, waiting for the words to say that work is ready. She clips her helmet in place and listens to the hiss as the seals engage and she's on her internal air. She flips open her internal comms "Check check. All right. Time for some more disappointment as nothing happens and I have to spend all day dragging dead bodies to the cargo hold."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 8, 2014 18:26:18 GMT -5
Finn looked up from securing Dolly's load as Silas asked, and the Captain answered. When she was finished, and while Cate brought them in, he addressed Silas.
"The RR-7's a durable beast. Has to be, to be a freighter ou' here." he called, slapping the robot's side before standing up. "Like I sai', unless it was hit full on by a meteor, we should be golden'."
He pulled out his data slate and linked it to the ship's sensors, to get a look at what the Paragon saw as he followed the others. "Once we're in, Engineer should be our first stop. If there's no holes, I should be able to get life support back online, make life easier..."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 8, 2014 18:40:34 GMT -5
"Bring us in, Miss Baxter." Augusta calls over the coms as she picks her helmet off the table and fixes it to her suit. She taps a keypad on her wrist-brace, lighting her visor up with various displays of information around the edges. The woman situates herself beside the door to the airlock and braces a hand against it in anticipation for the slight jerk heralding their docking.
"Alright everyone. Sounds like without a doubt there are corpses. Even if we get the life support systems going, I recommend the more squeamish of you NOT to remove your helmets."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 8, 2014 19:04:15 GMT -5
Dom lets out a little laugh "If we're lucky space got to 'em quick. Then they won't be stinky." She grabs her toolkit in her left hand and rests her right on her blaster pistol. She lines up behind Augusta and waits for her to open the door.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 8, 2014 19:32:15 GMT -5
The dark hair ruffled when Keani shook her head, looking over her helmet's controls before she gave a blank look to Silas. "Huh? Oh, um, no. Just a little bit of a headache starting. I'll get Cate to look at it later." Doing last fiddlings with her helmet, she slipped it overhead, the final controls locking it against her suit. One hand again brushed against her repeater, the solid weight against her hip reassuring as she stood before the airlock.
"Us? Squeamish? We're spacers for a living, boss." Keani's tone was a bit more forced than it should have been, a telltale twitch of her hand while waiting for the airlock to cycle. She closed her eyes, mouthing something to herself before looking back to the airlock.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 8, 2014 19:38:36 GMT -5
Cate rolls her eyes at the straight response, Finch never was much for humor. She brings the Paragon in line, going through the docking procedures quickly. Once coupled, she hits a few buttons and the door opens up, ready for the crew to enter the derelict.
"Let me know how it goes. I'm gonna sit tight a bit, monitor the radar and all that fun stuff! I'll keep you posted while you all see if you can get the ship up and running." Kicking back in her chair, she flicked the scans onto the main viewscreen and picked up her can of soda again.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 8, 2014 20:08:05 GMT -5
Silas nodded Keani's way, then slipped her helmet on just after brushing the scarred portion of her face with the back of her gloved hand, as if checking for something. Helmet secured, Silas positioned herself by everyone else after they all made the quick jaunt over to the cargo hold.
A quick inspection made her painfully aware that they were packing something fierce. Hardly news at this point.
Once the ships were connected, and the airlocks were individually opened, the crew of the Paragon found themselves standing in the derelict vessel, the grav-links of their boots connecting them to the floor, otherwise everything else just floated about. At the airlock there was a hallway, splitting into two directions. One direction led to the lounge, while the other led to a stairwell going up to the crew quarters and down to engineering.
"I'm coming with you, Finn," said Silas, eagerly bumping shoulders with the engie. "And I promise not to touch anything without your permission," she teased, her voice going high and sing-song like.
They had their orders. Investigate the ship, collect the fifteen passengers and secure the cargo if the ship can't be repaired.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 8, 2014 20:22:01 GMT -5
Dom clicked on the lights on her helmet and looked down the hall. "I'll start from the crew quarters and make my way to the bridge. Make sure there's nothin' wrong with the controls up there. If somethin' goes wrong please don't scream. I can hear you fine." Another little chuckle come from her comm and she ascends the stairs. "Watch out for space zombies."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 8, 2014 21:27:22 GMT -5
Augusta heads into the ship with her crew. "Glendan, Silas, see if you can get this junk operational. No risky business." She takes a cursory glance around the between the two hallways and heads down the hallway to the lounge. As she moves down the hallway, she draws her laser pistol and holds it low, cautiously progressing.
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