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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 11, 2014 1:47:35 GMT -5
Dom made a face as she reached the med bay and found the last body cut open and strapped down. She tried to avoid the floating blood and undid the straps. She dragged it down the hall to where the floating bodies piled up. She found the pile of bodybags and started the grim work of bagging the dead, starting with the poor man stuck in surgery.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 11, 2014 7:06:03 GMT -5
Finn groaned, but moved to begin gathering up the bodies. He was methodical about it; he'd clear out engineering first, getting the bodies there to the door, then would begin making his way back up to the Paragon, adding to his collection and trying not to paint the inside of his helmet sea green. Once he was clear, he'd set about helping with the body bags, muttering about meteor's and their uselessness.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 11, 2014 10:09:19 GMT -5
Cate stared at the viewscreen, watching the meteor shower get closer, counting down in her head. This didn't mean she was idle though, far from it in fact. Her fingers flew across the console, prepping the ship for its upcoming departure. She allowed herself to relax as the systems came came online. "Paragon's prepped boss. Soon as you all get what you need off the rustbucket we'll be on our way faster'n you can say 'Cate you're such a wonderful and beautiful pilot.'" She smiled a bit, "...That's twenty minutes t' finish up ladies."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 11, 2014 12:51:09 GMT -5
Augusta helps pile the bodies onto the maglift. Her movements are swift and efficient, unfazed by the morbid task.
"Good Cate. Keep me updated. Rest of you, let's get these bodies to the Paragon cargo bay. If we still have time we'll recover more physical goods."
She begins to push the maglift through the airlock connecting the paragon and freighter, pausing as the door closes behind her and the air pressure and oxygen levels are equalized.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 11, 2014 15:55:16 GMT -5
While the rest of the crew worked on the bodies and cargo, Silas sat in the captain's chair, scratching at her helmet. "They even ran software to delete everything, boss," she said over the comm, her voice sounding very intrigued. "What's our time? Twenty minutes? I'll see what I can do." With that, she went back to rapidly tapping away at the console and datapad both, trying to run a few of her own programs to recover what she could.
Twenty minutes later, the cargo hold was stuffed with medical supplies and foodstuffs and bodies galore. Nearly everyone could hear faint scritching and scratching above their heads, but with how much muttering Silas was doing and how every time they looked for it it stopped, there was no real weight to it.
Silas came through the airlock last, waving her datapad above her head. "I got something!" she cheered, grinning from ear to ear as she pulled off her helmet. "I'll start uploading it to the main screen in the meeting room while we zoom off." Off she went, stripping out of her suit on the way there and leaving it just laying on the floor of the lounge.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 11, 2014 20:27:37 GMT -5
Keani unloaded the last of the cargo and supplies into the hold, taking a moment to unlock her helmet and set it on top of one of the med containers. She caught her breath before hitting the comm, starting to strip off her environment suit. "Cargo's secure, boss. We got everything down here accounted for." Her gaze looked to the ceiling at the quiet skittering noise before she started back for the door. "Hey Finnie? When's the last time we dusted for space mites or something? Almost sounds like the Paragon's due for a look."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 11, 2014 21:03:19 GMT -5
Finn frowns a bit at Keani as he starts to unclasp his helmet. "Mites? Naw. Enviromental systems ge' rid of them. Shouldn' be anything t'worry about." he says, before moving to the engine room. "'scuse me. I gotta make sure we get away cleanly... if somethin' goes wrong, we'll be in a bad spot with th' storm comin'."
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 11, 2014 22:43:45 GMT -5
Augusta sneers and looks upwards. "Head count and lets depart. No sense in grazing it closer to the meteor shower than we have to."
She tries to get a fixation on the skittering sound all the while. Something fishy happened to that ship. Something fishy is now happening on the Paragon. This does not bode well.
"Glendan... Did you ever find out WHY the systems went out?"
Augusta reaches up to pop the panel off near where the skittering was heard. Nothing.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 12, 2014 0:25:58 GMT -5
Dom popped her helmet off and gave her head a shake she was happy to be off the broken ship. She started stripping off her atmo suit and looked up. "Anyone seen Wrecker? Maybe he made it up into the vents?" She hung her suit up and carried her weapons with her back to the storage locker before heading for the lounge to relax.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 12, 2014 0:33:20 GMT -5
"Welcome home~." Cate's voice came in singsong over the ships speakers as the crew made their return. "I'd like to remind everyone to keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times as we depart. That goes double for our newcomers. We will now be departing this area as fast as possible, so don't mind any slight bumps as I kick us off."
With that said, Cate flicked through the last of the pre-flight controls, uncoupling the Paragon from the Pythagoras. "Say goodbye to the rustbucket, we won't be seeing her again!" With that said, she gunned it, sending the Paragon hurtling away from the soon to be asteroid field.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 12, 2014 2:34:04 GMT -5
With the ship rocketing away from the incoming asteroid field, Silas' shenanigans cut them awfully close. In fact, it was starting to look like they weren't going to make it out of there in time, but towards that last minute, they pulled right out of the edge of the asteroid field and made it safe and sound beyond it. Anyone interested in seeing it could do so easily outside the various windows and holographic screens scattered around the ship. A display of the Pythagoras could be pulled up as well, a computer program detailing the damage of the ship. There would be nothing left once the storm hit, completely shredding the rustbucket and anything left inside.
After removing their suits, the crew could find themselves moseying on into the meeting room, where Silas had a list of information pulled up on one of the main screens. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our gracious employer, Captain Anders," she began, hitting a button to change to the next slide. Did she really design a powerpoint for this?
"The Pythagoras is a bit older than we expected, and it has gone through a few name changes throughout the years. So has Captain Anders," she muttered, flipping from slide to slide. Ship names and aliases came flashing across the screen, up a dozen different ships and nearly three times as many names for each member of the crew.
"I ran a few background checks while you all were dressing down. Roanoke, Poseidon, and Adder all were reported as lost on a mission, its crew having mysteriously passed away and all of its cargo, both living and inanimate, lost to the cold of space. These were all aliases used by the Pythagoras at one point in time," she explained, changing to the next slide. "What's most interesting about this ship is its cockpit. Dom, Finch, you both saw it. Girl is tricked out, isn't she? The kind of technology I would've scavenged for a tidy profit."
Another slide, detailing the tech in question. Well above the pay grade of a cargo delivering captain. "This kind of tech would allow for complete control over the Pythagoras from an entire system away. I'm pretty sure there are laws against remote ship control, at least as far as these sectors go. More interestingly, there was a lot of detail put into the roaster of the passengers. On a hunch, I may or may not have . . . tapped into your personal computer, Captain, and . . . ran a search for these faces," she grinned sheepishly. Never trust a slicer. "The day of Anders' return? Life insurance claims were put in on all of these faces. Well over a million spread out among them."
That brought her to the end of her slideshow. "Now, what do we think is the answer here, class? Who wants to play Sherlock?"
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Post by Dominica Garza on Apr 12, 2014 8:12:32 GMT -5
Dom relaxed on the lounge couch, chewing on a stub of unlit cigar. "Seems pretty simple. Whoever we're workin for is makin some easy cash killing his passengers. Bettin this time his remote link failed so that's why he had us try to retrieve his ship. No bodies means no pay, right?"
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 12, 2014 11:32:59 GMT -5
Cate let out a low sigh of relief as the Paragon broke free of the meteor shower, giving a hug to the plush dog on her lap. "And that's how it's done ladies and gent. We are home free, can't say the same 'bout the Pythagoras though." She clicked off the display of the other ship before reaching for the intercom again. "Ya want I should take us back to Ferrum now boss-lady?"
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 12, 2014 12:12:20 GMT -5
After shrugging out of her environment suit in the cargo hold, Keani found herself in the meeting room, looking toward the display during Silas' presentation. She let off a low whistle at the appearances of the ships and crews, easing back on the booth. "Now, playing Adimar's advocate, they could all be coincidences and the ships just happen to end up with dead crews... four or five times over." She made liberal use of air quotes as she spoke while looking to the others. "This is all extremely compelling and damning circumstantial evidence... but we don't exactly have guaranteed rock-hard proof." Her gaze flicked over to Augusta. "In light of this possible black widow... guy... where do we go from here?"
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Post by Augusta Finch on Apr 12, 2014 13:03:59 GMT -5
Augusta meets Keani's gaze as she removes her helmet. "We round up the evidence, holo-copy the bodies and supplies, perhaps autopsy the one in surgery if appropriate. I'm sure the insurance companies would absolutely adore this data, not to mention my... old friends. We might get a favor or two."
She glances around to the rest in the room.
"We act as if it's mission complete. Alert the captain and head back. We don't want to spook him, that will mean losing our pay and letting him get away. I'll see if we can get someone to oversee and apprehend."
She heads off to make a few calls.
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