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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 13, 2014 13:47:47 GMT -5
"Oh fet.." Dom looked up at the doors which weren't hidden but seemed to come out of nowhere. She tapped another button and set her goggles to record what she was seeing as she looked them over again. "Look at the size of these.."
She started to reach out with a gloved hand to touch the doors but snapped to her senses and pulled her hand back before she did something stupid. "These look way too clean.. Ya don't think someone's home?"
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 13, 2014 14:54:59 GMT -5
"A'course not! I mean, it woul' be the xeno-archaeological discov'ry of the cen'try, but there's no way." Finn said, rushing up to the doors. Rather than begin touching them, he had the DOLLY move up beside him, and began digging through, finding a hand scanner not unlike the metal detectors of the early twenty-first century. Only this was designed to scan deeply into machines and build blue prints based on them.
Syncing it to his tablet, he propped the screen up so he could see, and began the process of scanning the door, one eye glued to the screen as he worked slowly and methodically.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 13, 2014 15:06:35 GMT -5
Silas whistled low when she saw the doors, stuffing her hands into her pockets and giving them an appraising look. As the xeno-specialist, Silas felt awfully out of her element staring at something she had no idea about. Never before had she come to a brand new ruin, let alone to a set of doors in front of one. She at least showed up in the middle of the clean out, so she was sort of prepared for what the insides would look like.
"If we can find a console of some sort, I should be able to hack into it. If the Narid can do it, then so can I," she muttered, her tone lacking the confidence it needed to likely convince the others.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 13, 2014 15:52:22 GMT -5
Cate let out a breath as they finally found the doors. Not to say that the walk had exactly been tiring, but the air was certainly a pain to breathe. "Ain't the Adimar all dead or somethin'? I doubt we'd be seein' anyone, and if there were a chance Narid would be here Finch wouldn't have sent us." She said with a shrug.
"So that whatever it is should be inside here, aye? Let's get going. I'm sure the insides are much more interestin' than a couple of doors." The majesty of a new planet may not have been lost on Cate, but the Adimar had never been something she'd studied too heavily. It was the once in a lifetime opportunity to explore more than any interest in the lizards that had her here, and she showed it by moving up to try and get the doors opened.
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 13, 2014 15:53:43 GMT -5
The thick air did give Angel some trouble, having been used to a much more cushier climate. No amount of training prepared her for the planet, aside from the gravity. It didn't take her terribly long to get used to breathing the air, though she would welcome the cabin of the Paragon eagerly.
Being of no use to figuring the door out, she turned her back to it. Looking over the landscape, the Woman found her value in looking for anything that may pose a threat from behind. "The door looks newer than it should, and judging by this planet, if it were even just an earth month older, it should look even slightly worn from probable dust storms."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 13, 2014 16:06:05 GMT -5
"You think they would've picked a space rock with easier air to breathe in," Keani commented as they made their way across the landscape. One hand rested lightly on the grip of her holstered repeater while the other patted her chest after each breath. Following with the others, she let out a whistle through the thick atmo when they spotted the massive doors. "...where the streets have no name."
The counselor stepped around Finn's wheeled contraption, letting DOLLY do its thing while she craned her neck to look up the doors' imposing height. "What do you think would've been big enough to need these for? Adimar weren't that big, right?" Glancing briefly to the others, Keani turned back to the door before lifting her hand, a quick three resonating taps against the surface with her knuckles. "Open Sesame Street?"
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Post by The Tired God on Jun 13, 2014 16:24:42 GMT -5
As the bunch gathered around the door, nothing seemed to happen. The shining, silver-platnium steel refused to budge, or even give blueprints to Finn's scanners. In fact, no matter what sort of tech he used, he couldn't pierce the hull of the double doors to see beyond it. Like an x-ray stopping dead in its tracks against a lead door.
Cate seemed brave enough to at least come in contact with the metal, just before Keani could try and tap it and call out her clichés. At her touch, the steel hummed and groaned in response. A small opening to the right appeared, a circular hole large enough for any one of them to stick their arm into, but nothing else. Shining a light down the hole would produce no results, as the hole seemed to go in forever with no real end, darkness eventually eating away at the beam of light.
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 14, 2014 4:13:54 GMT -5
Caught off guard, Angel turned around to look at the shifting door. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at the smaller hole as if it did not belong there. "Should we throw something through it? It doesn't look terribly safe." Taking a few steps forward, she kept her attention on the hole as she slid a hand to her hip, tapping well manicured fingers against her belt.
"The new door, a hole that only fits an arm, at risk of stating the obvious, it seems as though the door is bait, and the hole is the trap. It just opened far too easy to free my mind from doubt."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 14, 2014 4:41:05 GMT -5
Silas seemed to be the least surprised of the bunch, almost like she had dealt like something like this before. "This is Adimar tech. We have no idea if it runs on the same sort of rules our technology does or not . . . but if I had to take an educated guess, I'd jump from A and B and work with C and A," she explained in her usual strange way.
"A lot of Narid software and hardware is based off of what they can scavenge and piece together, right? Like . . . Frankensteining or mechanical-cannibalism, some shit like that." She paused. "Pardon my French, Angél." She gave another pause, realizing that she was skipping the point altogether. "You all know I served on Narid ships. We have controls like this one, and I'd bet my arm this hole has something to do with an activation mechanism."
She raised her arm and have her digits a wiggle, signaling that she'd volunteer to go poking her appendage into dark, scary holes. How much she was bullshitting and trying to seem tough compared to actually being educated on this sort of thing was really hard to tell for those who knew her, just as much as it was for those that didn't.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 14, 2014 6:38:23 GMT -5
Keani blinked in surprise as Cate's touch on the door trigged... something. When the hole appeared through the metallic sheen, she looked into the inky depths. "I'm slightly concerned Miss Bellerose might be on to something. I don't think it's a trap specifically, but... there's gotta be a way to test this out logically."
She stepped back up to the doorway, her hand slipping the repeater from its holster. She kept her hand tight on the grip while looking to the hole, then glanced to Silas. "If you're feeling nervous about, I can reach in instead," she offered, giving the Narid tech a nervous smile. "Though this is your chance to go down in the history books as cracking open a fresh Adimar gift basket."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 14, 2014 9:04:15 GMT -5
Cate blinked as a hole appeared following her touch, turning to regard it with a tilted head. She continued looking at it as talk of traps and activation mechanisms went on around her before finally adding her own piece. "...What if that is the door? What if the Adimar are all jus' a bunch of little gecko folk and this giant door and stuff is all just for show?"
Her usual grin was plastered across her face, but the tone of voice made it hard to tell if the pilot was just joking, or actually considering that as a possibility.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 14, 2014 10:48:13 GMT -5
Dom lets out a little chuckle at the thought of tiny Adimar. She unclips the flashlight from her belt and shines it in the hole. She shakes her head and lets out a little sigh. "If you think it's safe Si, then go for it. But I'd feel better if Finn had somethin mechanical that could reach in first." She shut off the flashlight and puts it back away again. "I ain't volunteerin my arm."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 14, 2014 16:39:48 GMT -5
Finn was in the midst of trying to fiddle with the settings on his scanner when the new hole popped open. And as the others discussed it, he was studying the rim of the hole, trying to glean any scrap of information he could from it. But when Dom spoke his name, he perked up and looked over his shoulder.
"Somethin' to... actually, I migh'. Give me one sec." he calls, stepping back and moving to the DOLLY. He dug through the haphazardly mounted gear for a few moments, then withdrew a spool of thick wire, with a little camera mounted at one end and a connection for his tablet on the other. He plugged the wire into his machine, then lifted the spool.
Carrying it over to the hole, he'd poke the camera end in, then tap a button on the tablet. A image from the camera's point of view would pop on, and he'd begin unspooling the cable, feeding it into the hole slowly. There was about twenty feet of cable on the drum, and as it extended the cable grew taut, allowing it to be pushed in deeper. He'd keep this up for a while, searching for any hints of danger to the Narid-tech's arm.
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Post by The Tired God on Jun 14, 2014 18:03:39 GMT -5
As Finn's cable went into the hole, it stopped sooner than he might've expected. It was six feet in length, and lined with the same metal the door appeared to be made of. Still just as clean and polished. The appeared to be no danger or threat of a spike protruding to pierce anyone's flesh, or the walls themselves closing in the crush a limb.
No obvious threat, anyway.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 14, 2014 18:10:35 GMT -5
Finn watched the display carefully, then shifted his grip to hold the cable with one hand, the other tapping controls. He rotated the end of the camera to get a good look, then began to withdraw it, scanning over everything he could. At last, he pulled the cable free and shrugged at Silas. "Looks like y'are clear."
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