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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 14, 2014 18:14:02 GMT -5
Letting out a breath, Silas approached the hole and gave her hand a few good flexes, like that might be the last time she ever saw it again. She really didn't like the idea of a cybernetic limb, although . . . they did come with some extra features. Like punching things really hard.
"Wish me luck," she shrugged, then slipped her arm into the hole, cringing once the entire length was in.
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Post by The Tired God on Jun 14, 2014 18:17:08 GMT -5
As Silas plunged into the dark depths of the door's keyhole with her arm, another hum sounded from the metal, this time from the hole rather than the massive set of double doors. A faint blue glow shined from the hole, and as much as she might have struggled, the Narid tech would be unable to withdraw her arm as the metal formed around it like a glove, moving on its own to capture the shape of her appendage.
It squeezed, and squeezed, and squeeeezeeed until it finally let go, and the massive doors began to open at a snail's pace, slowed from years of being sealed.
The thick air all around them started to rush into the opening doors, filling the ruins with oxygen after all this time without, sealed from the outside world for thousands of years.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 14, 2014 18:19:04 GMT -5
Silas yelped as the hole started to compress around her arm, struggling to pull it free and patting the side of the wall with an increasing fervor. "That's enough," she chuckled. "Okay, that's good, thanks," she continued. "Let go let go let go let goooo!" she cried out, eyes desperate and afraid until it finally obliged and she fell backwards onto her rear from struggling so much.
She was left clutching her arm in fear as the doors slowly began to open, her face pale and breathing strained from fright. She wasn't hurt, only spooked.
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 14, 2014 19:53:00 GMT -5
Angel wasn't ready to see any sort of blood yet, and so she froze as a wave of anxiety hit her. Should she grab on to Silas an help pull? Would that end up dislocating her arm if she did? What if it crushed her arm? Really should have paid more attention in first aid training. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Before her trail of silent panic ended, Silas fell back and a chill went down her spine. After looking over Silas and finding her arm still where it should, the woman finally breathed again. More time to prepare herself for the sight of blood, and she was so very grateful for it. Walking over to Silas, Angel offered a hand to help the woman to her feet. "Your luck is astounding."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 14, 2014 21:17:29 GMT -5
Finn yelped in surprise as the device closed down around Silas, and reached out to grab the tech's shoulder, ready to try and help pull her out. The same fear of dislocating her arm stopped him however, and he released her to step back, frantically looking at his equipment and trying to formulate a plan.
Before he could think of one, it released her and she fell back, and the door opened. He looked down at the tech, and seeing Angelique going for the assist, he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Y'alright, Silas?" he calls, as curiosity began to take charge and he turned to look into the open door way.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 14, 2014 21:18:56 GMT -5
Cate's smile fell away as people passed by her idea and Silas opted to insert her arm into the hole. The yelp made it clear that it wasn't going well though and the pilot rushed over to Silas' side in an attempt to find some way to stop whatever it was the thing was doing. "Shit shit shit shit." Her panic was not as silent as Angélique's, and the string of curses didn't end until after Silas went tumbling back in one piece.
"Did I stop it?" She asked, her tone making it clear she didn't believe that herself as she stared down at Silas. "Ya alrigh' Si?" A nervous chuckle followed the question, accompanied by a flush at the realization of how dumb it had been to bang away at the smooth surface of the wall like that.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 14, 2014 21:24:58 GMT -5
Dom let out a little gasp but everyone was on top of Silas before she could contribute. As she was about to express her concerns the doors opened though. She grabbed one of the blaster pistols out of its holster and leveled it in front of her to face the open doors. "Still in one piece?" she asked but didn't turn back to face Silas just in case something was waiting for them.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 14, 2014 21:28:34 GMT -5
Keani stared on while Finn did his thing with the instruments, her hand trembling slightly as it gripped the repeater. She watched as Silas took the plunge, the Narid tech's arm slipping into the hole and be swallowed by the darkness. "We're right here when you need, Sil," she offered, though she was as taken aback as the others when it closed around Silas' arm.
"I don't think you had anything to do with it, Cate," she let out, looking down into the suddenly-open doors. "Seems like it just needed a key... and Silas was it." Shaking her head, she let out a rush of held breath, taking a spot just behind Dominica and aiming her own firearm down the corridor.
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Post by The Tired God on Jun 15, 2014 0:33:54 GMT -5
As the doors slowly opened, groaning and causing a fair amount of dirt and dust to fall from the ceiling, attesting to the number of years these doors had once been sealed, the crew of the Paragon was met with quite the sight. No doubt several of them had visited Adimar ruins before, after they had been picked clean by the Narid. Nearly every planet had a ruin on it, some more than one, as the Adimar empire spanned across the entire universe, or so the scientists like to believe and remind everyone.
Never before had any of them seen one in tact, however. Not even Silas, who got to see the midpoint after the Narid cleared it of important bits, leaving her to do the gutting with the rest of the lower crew.
It was, without a doubt, the cleanest looking hallway any of them had ever seen. No dirt, no grime, not even dust lingered on the metal. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the same silvery platinum metal as the doors, and the floor seemed to be lined with patterns, intricate lines and breaks that repeated themselves all the way down. The hallway was at least fifty yards forward, and at a slight slant, leading them down into the hill that hid the ruins and into its unexplored depths.
Pillars and support beams lined the sides of the long hall, and the more they thought about it, the more things looked like a medieval hall made out of highly advanced technology. Replace the windows with consoles and large screens, and the wood with this strange metal, and they might line up side by side.
As of now, there was no power flowing through the building. Lights, if there were any, were not currently on, leaving them blind except for any lights they carried on their person.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 15, 2014 8:29:41 GMT -5
There was no halting him. The man who worked with highly volatile fusion-exchange reactors on a daily basis, the man who could tell anyone who asked precisely how many times over the voltage in any given power conduit could kill someone, the man who performed micro-maintenance on variable-speed jump drives that gave off deadly radiation, the man who quite recently had nearly died twice.
This was the man who went rushing in right away, eyes wide in amazement and throat bubbling with happy laughter. He spun as he entered, taking it all in and forgetting his data pad and DOLLY at the door. His hands clapped together in delight, a cackle slipping past them to echo in the building.
"Loo' at it. Loo' at it! Oh, the theoretical concept designs we 'ad drawn up, none of them matched somethin' like this!" he called to the others, rushing to the nearest terminal. "This migh' be some sorta greetin' hall, or a vehicle maintenance bay! Maybe a massive cargo elevat'r, or a reception area! Hell, migh' be it's their version of a toile', an' who cares, it's in one piece!"
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 15, 2014 17:12:46 GMT -5
Silas dusted herself off as she stood, patting the dirt off her rear and stretching her back as she regathered her wits. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she muttered, doing a light job at reassuring everyone as the doors fully opened.
Like Finn, she was amazed at the internal architecture, though not nearly to the degree that their engineer was. She entered the complex, in a much calmer manner than Finn did in comparison, and let out a low whistle, moving to one of the pillars to give it a slight touch. "Look at this place . . . I can't believe the Narid stripped so much of these things."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 15, 2014 17:20:43 GMT -5
Nodding as Silas dismissed any injuries, Cate found her attention turning toward the now open ruins-- and the overly excited engineer within. "Careful Finn!" She called, following him inside, hand gripped on her cane tightly.
"Lookit this place. Sparklin' clean, like someone just finished moppin' it. We sure there ain't no one here but us? I mean. I know the Adimar are all dead or somethin' but thin's don't just... stay clean like this. Right?" Her gaze drifted between Silas and Keani. If anyone would know about this, it would be one of them.
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 15, 2014 21:24:28 GMT -5
Angel followed Cate in, looking around at the foreign and spacious hall. Removing her sunglasses, she tucked them back into her pocket and zipped it shut. "I can't even imagine who of their species had filled this room, and how it was kept from the Narid. Consider my vote for greeting hall."
The Diplomat tested the flooring for a few steps for friction before continuing at a more event stride. "Finn, do you think it's possible to get everything running again?"
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 16, 2014 0:04:34 GMT -5
"I've never seen anything like this before. It's all so... intact. It's all together." Keani made her way in with the others, her hand still tight on her slugthrower yet her gaze swept over any exposed surface within the corridor. "I've only seen places that were ground down almost to their stones. The Narid didn't leave anything like this behind where they couldn't get their little pincers on it..."
Cate's comment gets an absent shrug while the counselor looked over the walls. "Maybe it's some kind of automated system that keeps things clean? One that doesn't run on power, or... maybe an independent power source?" Keani looked back to the pilot, then to Silas. "We just have to find a way to get things up and running again."
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 16, 2014 0:13:17 GMT -5
Dom kept her blaster pistol in one hand and pulled her flashlight out with the other. She kept a close look around the room as the group entered. "This is pretty neat.." She hurried up toward the front of the group to take a spot next to Finn. If there was going to be trouble then she wanted to be up front and ready for it.
"It's all so.. clean. Y'think we can put their cleanin technology to use?" She leaned a little closer to one of the walls and peered at it before returning to her vigilance.
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