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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 9, 2014 15:16:39 GMT -5
"Hey! I knew a thing or two about slicing and mechanics before I met the Narid . . . " she grumbled, sounding quite hurt. "I'll just . . . not touch anything then," she said with a soft sigh, moving away from the console and just floating, gently lifting up to the ceiling with her arms folded over her chest, awaiting further orders and casting Finn the occasional conflicted look every now and again.
A mix between a fond stare and an angry glare.
With the power back on, things would get a helluva lot easier. Lights illuminated everything and doors opened at the touch of a button. The magnetic locks on some of the cabinets and straps in the cargo hold were released, allowing the crew of the Paragon to start moving the cargo from the Pythagoras to the Paragon.
Upon entering the cockpit, Dominica could see all the various blinking lights, a good majority of them being warnings and error reports. For an old fashioned freighter, it sure had up to date systems and equipment. As far as a body count went, there was none, the cockpit being empty except for a few personal effects left behind in the co-pilot's seat. Plastic figurines of the latest giant robot anime, which were fixed to the console via magnetic feet, keeping them from floating around.
The body in the medbay had clearly been operated on. To the trained eye, the crew found it necessary to restrain the body, as the bruising on his arms showed signs of a major struggle. It would take the medic to fully gleam what was going on with the body and his strange operation.
As Cate monitored the energy levels, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. In fact, even as she and Finn worked in unison, it was becoming very clear that the entire ship had a massive hiccup, all of its systems being tripped offline and then stuck in the reboot cycle, before just giving up to conserve what power it had stored away for emergency scenarios.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 9, 2014 15:22:45 GMT -5
After going through the entire power diagnostic, Finn stepped back, lifting a hand and rubbing at the back of his helmet. "Peculiar thin', isn' it?" he mutters, peering at the data pad. After a few moments, he looked up to the floating Silas, and sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for snapping. Would you be willing to lend me a hand? Th' Pythagoras is on bare minimum as is, so we're on borrowed time. We need to give it a little jump from the Paragon, an' that mines creating a bridge between the ships. Once the generator is stable, we should be able to have it working under it's own power."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 9, 2014 15:32:17 GMT -5
Dom looked around the empty cockpit and then dropped herself in the pilot's seat. "Thing's are fine, Cap. Just a lot of error reports and lights. I'll have damage control reports up in a sec." She looked around the controls first to make sure the ship wasn't going to take off on them. She then turned to one of the display screens to pull up the ship's log so she could send that over with the rest of the error reports. She took a look back to make sure nobody was there and then grinned and made Testukogami Prime punch the Mantisaur.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 9, 2014 15:58:15 GMT -5
Silas continued to pout for a few more moments, before flipping in the zero-G and pushing herself back down with a tap at the ceiling. "All right, all right, apology accepted. What do you need me to do, grease-stain?" She meant that in a fond sort of way.
The error reports back in the cockpit were pretty basic, but told an interesting, if not cryptic tale:
>>> EMERGENCY HALT OF FTL >>> DIAGNOSTICS REQUEST >>> SYSTEMS FAILING - - EMERGENCY POWER ENGAGED >>> WARNING: LIFE SUPPORT IN CRITICAL CONDITION >>> GRAVITY DISENGAGED >>> CALL FROM ENGINEERING: "--ipped power in the engines, sir! Orders? Sir? Orders? Captain And--" DROPPED CALL >>> ESCAPE POD 1 JETTISONED >>> ESCAPE POD 2 JETTISONED >>> MEDBAY DOORS LOCKED >>> ESCAPE POD 3 JETTISONED >>> LIFE SUPPORT OFFLINE >>> ESCAPE POD 4 JETTISONED >>> WARNING: UNABLE TO DETECT LIFE SIGNS OF STATIONED CREW >>> WARNING: LIFE SUPPORT FAILING >>> SUGGEST IMMEDIATE REBOOT OF SYSTEMS >>> SYSTEMS FAILING - - EMERGENCY POWER DISENGAGED >>> POWER RESTORED - - WELCOME TO THE PYTHAGORAS >>> WARNING: POWER SYSTEMS LOW, SUGGEST IMMEDIATE REPLACEMENT
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 9, 2014 16:22:09 GMT -5
"Good. I'll join you up there in a moment. Nothing of interest on the mid-deck other than surgery. Let's check the database for what was going on there after we're moving again. Go ahead and forward the damage reports along with the rest of the log to Cate. Navigation, state of crew, etc." Augusta replies.
She moves past the lounge out to near the airlock and takes the steps up towards the crew quarters and cockpit. She glances around the crew quarter carefully, looking for something significant that might catch her eye before joining Dom.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 9, 2014 16:37:02 GMT -5
Dom sent the reports back to the Paragon and then idly tapped the control panel as she watched the status lights blink. "You should have everything now, Catydid. Kinda weird how everyone bugged out without a word." She looked around the control panel again. "The ship may be a junker but they put a lot of money into the control systems.."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 9, 2014 17:09:58 GMT -5
Finn set the ship's systems to begin bringing up schematics, looking for any changes to the standard RR-7 design. As he did, he addressed Silas and Cate both.
"We'll need t' link the power grids together using secondary conduits, don't want to risk the Paragon's main systems. Cate, I need ya to begin diverting power to the reserve banks, we'll channel it through that to avoid a reactor blow out. Silas, I nee' ya to head over and start running a line from the back ups to here. I'll meet ya half way."
He'd tap a few commands, then move to Dolly, starting to unstrap his equipment. As he did, he radio'd over to Finch. "Captain, we should have this bucket good to operate right quick."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 9, 2014 17:11:13 GMT -5
Cate sipped at her drink, watching the energy levels produce exactly nothing interesting. "Poor girl's on life support." She muttered to herself, sending a few remote pings to see if the Pythagoras would react at all. No changes, she'd need some juice if they ever planned to get her out of here.
Right on time, Finn's voice rang over the speakers. "I got ya Finny boy. Gimme three chirps of a bluebellied puffer." She ran her hands over the controls, digging into the backup systems and routing the energy to the Pythagoras
Dom's voice interrupted her train of thought, followed by a beep that told her the reports were in. Finishing up the coupling, she brought them up over the energy display so that she could watch both, reading through the list. She paused halfway through, pressing down on the intercom.
"Hey boss lady. If I gave you a ring to say our ship was goin' down, would you hang up on me?"
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 9, 2014 21:33:53 GMT -5
"Good. Keep me notified."
Augusta pauses quietly for a moment as Cate's question comes through. A few seconds later she radios. "Glendan. Silas. I want you two to check for signs of sabotage. Cate did Dom send you complete audio logs? I want that transmission as well as conversations and ship announcements immediately afterwards if possible."
She frowns silently in the middle of the crew's quarters and makes her way to the cockpit, planning to get them herself if they weren't available.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 9, 2014 22:14:17 GMT -5
Dom frowns and taps on the monitor a couple times as she tries to bring up the full audio. "I'm tryin. This thing is jus bein a bitch.." She pulls up the manual keyboard and starts throwing some commands at it to see what kind of files can still be salvaged. "Try to get the logs from Engi's side too. Maybe there's a recording down there."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 9, 2014 22:19:46 GMT -5
Silas gave Finn a quick thumbs up before jogging as fast as zero-G could let her back to the Paragon. "Grabbing line to give her a jump, Finch. Though without looking too deeply into it, I don't think she shut down on accident. This girl's got a story to tell . . . " she muttered over the comm, brushing her gloved fingers along the guardrail as she went up the stairs.
As Dominica started looking into the logs, she found another piece of the puzzle. There were none. Just before the ship went down, all logs were manually erased and those systems were shut offline. In fact, they were purposely covered up to prevent nosy folks from ever telling that this ship could record video and audio on its own. Luckily, the Paragon's crew was extra nosy, but that still did nothing to help the fact that the information just wasn't there.
"Got the line!" called Silas, making her way back from the Paragon to the Pythagoras. She paused at the stairwell, both waiting for Finn to meet her like he said he would, and tilting her gaze upward to listen to a soft skittering in the ceiling. "Hm," she grunted.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 9, 2014 23:58:09 GMT -5
"So? What now, boss? We're gonna clean up and..." Keani's words went silent once she turned around, seeing no Augusta in the lounge and left alone with the eight floating corpses. She shivered, doing her best to avoid looking at the bodies or the doors to the sickbay. "Just..." She made her way to one of the console, tapping at its keypad in an attempt to coax it back to life. She closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax. Even with the lights restored, they flickered within the lounge, casting shadows against the equipment and bulkheads.
Focused on the console, the counselor practically jumped when one of the corpses floated into her, an arm bumping against her shoulder. She quickly turned to shove the body away, watching it tumble head over heels through the zero-G. "They just don't do something like this." She sank to the deck, tightly hugging her knees to her chest. "You're not talking to yourself again, Eepee. Get ahold of yourself. Just bodies. You've seen them before. They're just bodies."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 10, 2014 2:04:42 GMT -5
Dom frowned and leaned forward a little. She didn't like what she saw at all. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her hand went to her blaster pistol and she started to turn, relaxing when she saw Augusta.
"Hey Cap, check this out. These audio and video logs weren't damaged. They were deleted. Way fishy."
She pointed to the screen where the files are supposed to be.
"Somethin bad happened here Cap. Is there anything missing off the manifest? Smells kinda like a heist to me."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 10, 2014 2:27:34 GMT -5
Augusta joins Dominica in the cockpit and leans down to scrutinize the console. "See if we can recover any of the data, or if there was a backup."
She stands tall and calls over the radio. "Keani. I want you to check the cargo hold downstairs against the manifest. Dominica thinks some of the crew made off with the goods."
She sits down in one of the chairs and begins to go through the computer systems of the ship.
"It doesn't make sense. Intel says this ship was carrying basic supplies. They would have to be stolen in bulk and I doubt the escape pods would carry enough to make it worth spacing the entire crew."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 10, 2014 10:34:39 GMT -5
Finn set the system to a lower power level, keeping bare minimum for the terminal's the others were using, then set about working. He connected several of the large coils of high-gauge wire he had brought, securing them inside a conduit tubing roll, then set about wiring the whole thing into the ship's generators. Once complete, he'd begin guiding the spool through the ship, until he met up with Silas. He caught her looking at the ceiling and raised a brow. "What're you staring at?" he asks, holding out a hand for her end of the cable.
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