Log:The Inferno - Part 1
The Irregulars: The Inferno - Part 1
OOC Date: February 20, 2019
Location: The Inferno
Participants: Celes Krill, Rial Het, Rip Recker, Zian, Xan, Dyannah Nerus, Sar Yavok, Sapphira Solari, D4-K4
Following the hyperspace paths and clues trudged through by D4, using his own equipment and Celes, the Last Resort erupts from hyperspace under the sirens of emergency pull-out the computer systems shrieking about gravity wells. Caught in a slow rolling tumble, only arrested by Rip before any structural damage can be sustained. The area of space is clear, save for a single sensor signal. No sign of black holes, asteroids, interdiction fields, nothing. Just a Cargo Countess floating in the infinite of space, painted a bright eye watering orange and set with day-glow yellow and green stripings that beg the viewer to gouge out their eyes lest they look again. The Inferno.
To big for scooping the craft up with the cargo bay, a docking seal is needed, with those brave fools willing to explore the ship of the fabled pirate Myoptic W'lee entering what could be used as a small cargo hauler/swoop hangar on the mid-port side of the ship. It's cold in here, but not vacuume cold. There's even lights coming online, as if the opening of the airlock warranted the ship coming online. There -are- the remnants of swoops, having fallen apart due to time and moisture on the ship. There's even mouldering crates, and datapads, and a skeleton in gaudy pirate garb and armor. Peg leg.
Sapphira was introduced as Lt. Yavok, Intel Liason to the Resistance, to the group when she was brought on board. She did these introudctions with her mask off, her red hair braided tight against her head in preperation for the mission, and the mask that'll eventually come with. She's made it clear that she's here to follow orders, to provide assistance, and to, as she so kindly put it, "tag along for the fun." She's armed with several pistols, and at least one visable knife. For now, she hangs back, making a point of listening. Once it's game-go time, Sapphira covers her head and face with her balaklava, shivering as the doors open. As others step through, she too will follow, so far looking this way and that at the derelict ship with an Engineer's appreciation.
Celes is as Celes always is during field actions: Completely covered. Her face is hidden behind a balaclava with the snooper googles down and a vocab box strapped across her lower face to distort her voice and give her a robotic tone. She has a pair of view-screen micro computers straped to her wrists and her seeker droid connected to brackets on her back. Her pistol is worn high in a holster on her chest, slightly back on her left side for easy access and ammunition runs down either side of her chest. There wasn't much information to share, but she shared it only once they were in hyperspace. It's a ship and they found it, it belonged to a pirate gang that disappeared decades ago. There could be defenses. Then they're exiting hyperspace and connecting to the Countess, Celes out in front with her pistol up scanning the interior of the cargohold. Zero disconnects from th brackets on her back and goes to hover up in a corner where he can provide rear guard cover, "Look for access points so Oi can get control of the cameras and shut down any defenses or security measures.
"We should make sure that life support's not gonna kick out on us, too," Sar says to Celes, climbing through the docking ring and into the vast monster of a cargo hauler. Sar Yavok was not introduced, because Sar Yavok needs no introduction. Probably. The clip holding his blaster in place is unfastened and the meaty-looking EE-3 is slid out, safety still in place until it's decided that precaution is no long necesarry.
Rial Het mutters to himself as he eyes the ship on approach, "What they lacked in subtlety, made up for with enthusiasm, didn't they?" Upon the airlock being established, he draws his own pistol and moves in unison with the others. Unlike the others, his face remains visible. "Will keep an eye out," he answers Celes, in a strong accent similar to the other's Talusian lilt.
The bridge to the Resort is sealed off, doubly sealed, with a small crew running idle scans over the docked vessel. Rip is seated at the Captain's chair monitoring the various monitors with a thoughtful gaze, alternating between the holo read outs, and the bridge port. He's afforded a great view of the ship they've docked to. For now, things seem quiet, but it's Rip's experience with derelict ships that things tend to get hairy quick, and that's not a Wookie pun. The middle aged Corellian rises up from his chair and moves toward the comm station. "If there's a signal, let's kill it. Last thing we need is enthusiastic pirates crashing the party while our pants are down. What do you mean this is comms station? Well who the hell blocks signals? SOMEBODY BLOCK THIS KRIFFING SIGNAL BEFORE I SHOOT SOMEONE." Things are going well aboard the bridge of the Resort, no worries.
Zian, the token Chiss of the group (Because everyone needs one of those), follows the ground across the boarding dock once all of the combatty folks get to the front. He's got a red R5 unit following behind him, and is dressed in simple S1 Cinnigar armor with a pair of dark goggles in lieu of a helmet. In his hand is a datapad, and at his hip is a holstered EL-718 blaster pistol. "R5, download the schematics of this class of vessel from your databanks to my datapad." he instructs, his gaze down on the piece of machinery as the schematic for the ship lights up its screen. "We appear to be in the starboard swoop hangar bay. R5, find the nearest data port for her." To which the droid chirps and ruuums along past him.
Xan also is in a similar getup to Celes. Where her loadout differs is she wears two vibrodaggers and two stun sabers. No blasters or any other weapons in sight. She's never taken off her mask and does not introduce herself, nor is she introduced by anyone else. She's simply...Celes' shadow it seems, just shorter, and with obviously white, white skin where her mask doesn't cover. She also has a seeker droid trailing behind her. For the most part, she sits back and watches Sar particularly as well as his interactions with Sapphira. For now, she sidles along, and draws her vibrodaggers, the stealthier of her options. She keeps to the back of the pack though.
The ship echoes like a durasteel cavern. The movement sounds, and the speech of the group moving into the swoop hangar seems, delayed. Echoes and even the sound of a foot scuffling is off, a fraction of a second, but noticible after a couple minutes of being aboard. The lone hatchway to the ship on the far side of the hangar suddenly illuminated by service lights giving off an almost cheery glow.
As Sapphira moves with the group, she draws her own blaster out. This does not appear to be a quiet mission, and so there's no need for the silenced weapon. Her steps are near-impossible to hear though, padded by the shadowsilk booties. As Celes and Xan pass by in the lineup, Sapphira's eyes soften behind her balaklava, but nothing else of her facial expression can be noted. Sar, meanwhile, just gets a quizzical tilt of her head and a squint of her eyes. Finally those bright greens settle downward, and the redhead seems to slow down. Two sidelong steps take her toward one of the speeders, and she drags her finger along the hull. It comes up with a line of dust, which she holds up for the group to see. "Anyone else's shoes still squeaky clean? Like somebody might've kciked or swept up the floors recently?" Oh, NOW she's armed.
Celes notes the oddity of sound echoing through the swoop hanger, but that's about all she notes. "Collect soome of these for intel." Motioning at the datapads, some of which she's already slipped away in a bag strapped to her flank to keep it from getting the way. When Sapphira makes her observation one bootie lifts to check the bottom, then look around a bit more pointedly at the obvious places dust or other particulates might collect. Two fingers press against her throat mic to connect her back with the ship, "Cap, are ye getting any strange readin's off this boat?"
Pulling aside the odd panel to check behind it, Sar's searching around the bay for signs of anything out of the ordinary. Then something's caught his eye. For a derelict, there's signs of an awful lot of foot traffic. Grunting, the man kneels down next to a well-worn path, complete with scuff marks, but devoid of dust. Reaching the barrel of his gun up, he taps the side of his head and says, "On a swivel, ladies and gents. We're likely to have company of some sort or other."
The man himself doesn't look too worried about that prospect, though; dressed down and looking like any other spacer in the Galaxy with his fitted jacket and knee-high boots. The only thing denoting him as a man of some status being the segmented stripe running down the outside of each leg. Standing back up, the man loops the thumb of his free hand through his gunbelt and looks to Celes for orders. He's no intelligence liaison, but he's here for /some/ reason. Probably just somethin' pretty to look at.
"There was a beep, then no beep. How can there be a beep with nothing seen?!" Rip yells at the crew while walking up to the large viewport. "Where's the beep, huh?! Does that look like a beep?" He points to the void that is space. When the transmission from their boarding party comes back, the receiver is held up and Rip walks past the ops team to take it. <<"We had a beeping noise come over our sensors, but it may just be a fluke. We're looking into it now.">> Rip grumbles over the comms. He snaps his fingers and points back at the ops station.
Zian steps further into the freighter, shifting his datapad to one hand and reaching into his holster to draw his weapon, just in case. The Chiss doesn't need lights, it seems, as when he reaches a spot on the wall and reaches out to tap it with the barrle of his pistol, he states that "Data port here has been covered up. Definitely shady owners previous." Standing back up fully, the Chiss turns his attention to the room as a whole, humming softly as he does so. "This ship is in an odd state of repair, considering its length of time and supposed derelict state. It's likely been repaired to an extent." Glancing back down to his datapad, he zooms in on some of the sections of the map. "I need to check the engineering deck."
It's really hard to search for stuff when all you can seem to find is other people's asses. That is, Xan seems to end up somehow diverting and spending a lot of time trailing Celes and/or Sapphira at times, 'searching', while basically staring silently at their butts...or..trying not to and failing. When she realizes this, she disappears just out of view to pull out a flask and steals a swig or two. At Sapphira's question, she returns into view and lifts her foot to show anyone who cares to look. Then she shrugs nonchalantly. Mostly Xan keeps an eye out for the edges of her view, looking for signs of traps or odd configurations of objects or anything really. Given these kinds of vessels have usually been raided before with traps laid out for anyone coming so pirates can return...and raid them too. Or get the gear they couldn't take with them. She breathes softly and makes a hand movement to her seeker droid like it's a trained dog, sending it on its way to start a tight patrol around their group to extend their visibility. Sar apparently isn't pretty enough to get butt-stares though.
"Be sure the boat didn't latch onto us with anything nasty, eh Captain?" Rial muses over the comms. "Be nasty knife to slip on our way out, wouldn't it?" He does cast an eye around to find one of the datapads Celes wanted collected.
With the reassuring weight of her blaster in hand, the pink woman follows behind the blue man. Dyannah can't help herself, nerves occasionally make her verbose, "Aren't we a cute color combination, Zian. Blue and pink, the two of us could be a poster for what will you dress your next child in?" She starts to giggle when she sees Xan watching butts, and for no good reason, Rip talking about beeps strikes her as funny. She stifles a guffaw, he has good instincts for danger and she should be paying attention. Clearing her throat she sobers up and follows the Chiss.
The Inferno rumbles, briefly - vibrations in the deckplates can be felt all the way to the bridge of the Last Resort. One of the crewmen stands up suddenly, the gran making a reedy screeching sound as it points out the port, leaning to try and get a better look. Within the ship, there is a grinding sound, and a clunk that echoes in the swoop bay... The air impossibly seeming to become chillier. the offset of sound drifts in and out as if when one blinks it re-aligns and then slowly begins to drift again, the drift becoming disorienting when it hits a full second and a half if looking at someone when they speak. Then sound snaps back to normalcy.
Sapphira listens to the comm chatter, smirking ever so slightly at the sounds overheard. "I'll see about adding some better sensors to your budget," she says, mostly to Celes, and mostly with an amused tone. With the announcement of people starting to split up, Sapphira will look first to Celes for instruction, pausing as the ship vibrates momentarily. She looks down at her still-remarkably clean shoes, focusing on the vibrations for a few moments, as if to try and feeeeeeeeel where they come from. Naturally that's some stupid space wizard shavit, so she doesn't feel anything useful. But she does /hear/ something useful, something in the fading echoes of the obnoxious grinding noise. This time, instead of announcing it, she looks to the group at large, hoping to make eye contact with Celes directly. Then she taps the side of her head, where the ear on your average human is located, and then points to the door at the end of the hall. She remains there, waiting for her command.
Celes lowers her pistol and starts following the general search pattern Zian pointed out for any access terminals. All the while she says in the monotone of her voice shifter, "Lt your with Rial." Pointing each out, "There is a shuttle bay on tha starboard soide." Glancing back at Sar, "Colonel, go with team pink and blue to engineering." As if that were a concern, "Troy an stablize this ship, yea?" She motions Xan over, "We need to foind an access point for the ship systems."
The ship jittering is a little unnerving, but only in that she likely thinks it means they're about to lose gravity stablizers. Ships have strange acoustics when they're just sitting out in space, right? She lacks the ability to figure for any kind of supernatural, however. So it doesn't figure into anything that would get her more concerned than; we might get sucked out into space if the ship starts tumbling and tears the docking clamp. <<Button it down, Rip.. soomethin is goin on with this ship. Deeta, get over to moi comms room an lend more power to the sensor scans would ya? Ye should still have access.>>
Her search finds paydirt and she makes her way towards the lower most right hand side of the swoop hanger where she kicks bits out of her way to get into a small space between lockers where an access panel sits like a creepy face in the darkness. "Found one. Watch moi back." To Xan, pistol slipping into her chest holster so she can connect her wrist computer by a direct link wire extended from one side of the view screen. "Soon as Oi have tactical, Oi'll feed it to yer HUDs an back to the Last Resort. For later analysis."
Rial Het's eyes narrow at the distortion of sound and temperture. A wary frown bending his expression as he looks around the eerie vessel. "..State of your ship, mate?" the rogue mumbles with a shake of his head. "Right then, what're we doing, eh Zero?" He glances back over his shoulder at the Chiss and Zeltron trailing behind and shrugs. Then the marching orders are given. "Starbooard shuttle bay, it is." An eye too the named Lieutenant, "On our way then, aye?" Moving to the hatch, Sar squints, leaning in a little bit closer to it. He grunts softly, looking over to Celes and clicking the safety off on his hand-cannon. "There's something or somebody on the other side of this. Stack up or it cover," the man says, reaching over to slap the door release.
Aaahh! Real Monsters. Just kidding. Well, not really. There /is/ a mummified corpse latched onto the hatch frame, but it's thankfully not been the recipient of any curses or dark, space Egyptian magic. No, just a corpse, with an EE-3 pointed at its dome. The barrel of his gun lowers and his free hand reaches out to grab the dessicated corpse by the collar, pulling it free of its perch (and its arm) and tossing it into the cargo bay with everybody else. "Anybody got medical trainin' wanna see what did that fella in?" Then he's jerking his head for the Chiss and the Zeltron to follow behind him as he steps into the hallway beyond.
<<"Well, Rial.. this is what happens when you plug up to derelict women..">> Rip has taken over the ops station himself and flipping several switches. The lights on the bridge dim (this is by design) and sensor range is extended. Security monitors flicker from the station off to the right, but everything appears to be functional. <<"..it's our luck she turns into some hooky drifter in deep space that..">> His voice trails off as something catches his attention from the Captain's platform. It's music, /old music./ Older than Colonel Yavok even. <<"..who likes classic tunes apparently--">> His narrative is cut off when Celes tells him to button it down. Rip moves over to the security station and begins sealing every hatch. <<"I'm closing you guys in over there. There's still a manual override you can use if something happens, but I'm pulling our pants up for now.">> A cup of caf was passed to Rip as he stepped up to the viewport again. He took a casual sip then immediately spit it out when he noticed, thanks to the dimmed lights on the bridge, that there were lights on in the other vessel's control cabin, and that something..just flew over the far side of the ship which appeared to be wearing common pirate garb. <<"Be advised boarding team, there are lights on in the ship's control cabin that weren't before. Also, I think someone /might/ be space walking, but I'm not sure yet. I'll update accordingly. Rip out.">> Siiiiiip, stare.
Zian turns, snorting softly in amusement to Dyannah as he brings up his datapad again. "Yes, I suppose we do reflect that, do we not?" Tapping away at his datapad, he looks up briefly to begin addressing the droid. "R5, what can you-" Then that strange noise starts, and the Chiss pauses, shifting his goggled gaze around the hangar as he goes stock still at the event. When it passes, however, he glances back to Dyannah and raises his pistol up next to him. "We are going to check the engines and hyperdrive. It sounds like they just activated." Turning towards the door to the hall, he proceeds in that direction, R5 following behind him, only to pause and glances back at that corpse as it's thrown into the floor with a blank stare. The indicated locations seem to light up on his datapad as he goes. "Zero, it may be safer to disconnect the Last Resort until the job is completed. The hyperdrive may be prepping for jump on this vessel. I will need time to ensure it will not spontaneously jump to lightspeed." Thankfully, he's an engineer! That's literally in his job description to make not happen.
"Pink and blue. And what do we call this guy leading us? White. Goddess, we could be a little flag with those colors," she mutters, and kicks a finger bone out of the way with her steel tipped boot. It makes an amusing little ping and flies into a corner. The boat shuddering makes her look around the room as she passes through the hatch as the caboose in their white, blue and pink affair. "Thank the goddess, we have an engineer with us, hmmm, engineers with us. I can fly them but I can't fix them. Let's NOT take a little trip in this my dear fellows." Scuffing through the dust she takes a quick look behind her and then follows on.
Xan's vibrodaggers whir as quietly as they'll ever whir, which is, standard. She holds them with an inverted grip and seems to zip back to being Celes shadow when she feels the vibrations. Xan doesn't even look back to Celes when she's addressed, not taking her eyes off their perimeter. She simply nods and trails behind Celes by keeping her in her peripheral vision. When Celes leads them to an access panel, Xan takes up a position between Celes and everything else not in the woman's vision. Then she taps her wrist to recall her seeker droid, noticing it found nothing yet, and gives it another hand signal which tightens the patrol parameters to the perimeter of her smaller party.
Rip Recker says, "Pink and blue. And what do we call this guy leading us? White. Goddess, we could be a little flag with those colors," she mutters, and kicks a finger bone out of the way with her steel tipped boot. It makes an amusing little ping and flies into a corner. The boat shuddering makes her look around the room as she passes through the hatch as the caboose in their white, blue and pink affair. "Thank the goddess, we have an engineer with us, hmmm, engineers with us. I can fly them but I can't fix them. Let's NOT take a little trip in this my dear fellows." Scuffing through the dust she takes a quick look behind her and then follows on."
"Only because you sound so sexy with your voice distorted by ships comm systems, Celes." D4 answers over the comms before appearing on the Bridge, settling into one of the dedicated sensor stations (even if he has to cassually hip check someone out of the way) and begins plugging in. There is a clicking sound around the wire she plugs in. The ship lights are bright, working perfectly, and illuminating walls painted a shoddy rust brown. As Zian, Sar, and Dy start aft along the way, the deckplates creak and sound like their cracking - but the engineering bay hatch opens smoothly, revealing the engines and hyperdrive online, rumbling... But it also reveals skeletons melded with the walls, and the corners of vision seem to flicker with shadows. Going port, Sapphira and Rial find a door, heavy, and ornamented even, with markings showing for something like a captains mess instead of a hangar or similar.
"You're the boss," Sapphira says to this so-called Rial, grinning as Rip's words crackle over the comlink. Her grin might not be visable, but it does reach her eyes. She'll wait for the man to go first, but will follow behind him, switching out her loud weapon for the silenced one. Indeed, even the movements she makes her silent. Stealthy. Ninja. The quiet breaks long enough for her to speak to everyone on comms as she and Rial go their own way. << I concurr with ... I think that was the Chiss. I've been caught on one of these hypertraps before and it's not pretty.>> Then the comms are quiet, the Lt. is quiet, hopefully everything is quiet so she can get her bearings and try to register either oncomming threats or engineering abnormalities arounnd her. Insfoar as one can focus on such things when there's a large ornamental door in your path. Sapphria pauses, giving her new partner in temporary crime a long 'dafuq' look, before she moves to the door herself, steels herself, and gives the thing a haul to allow them into the passage beyond. "Smells like my ex-husband in here..." Sapphira notes, mostly to herself, as they enter the corridor with walls stained with dried, old blood. Yeah, you read that right.
<<No naem over cooms.>> Celes says flatly in reply to Deeta, <<Alroight, Oi have door controls, but the cameras are... wait, no Oi got them too.>> She may speak a little early, but she does technically have them. She locks all doorways not in immediate use by the various teams to provide security on their rears, nobody sneaking up out of a sideroom, then goes through some of the images streaming across he screen. "This is blarny... looks loike the crew turned on itself.. or they were boarded." She's still putting it together from the clips she's digging through and then she jolts suddenly and glances at the various stills flicking across her screen all showing the same red eye. <<Oi think we have a rogue A.Oi.>> She's no problem going to war with it, though. <<Cap, disconnect the Resort an floy a toight pattern. Oi've one team going to secure a second evac zone if needed, but they are roight... if this ship joomps, we do nae want ye connected.>> She continues to root through the systems with quick motions of her fingers across the wrist keys. "Sparrowhawk, get me tissue samples froom tha corpse, yea? Tha Doc would be cross with us if we did nae bring her soomthing to play with later."
Blaster hefted, Sar leads the way down the corridor towards the aft of the ship. "Don't let any corpes fall on you, kids," Sar offers back to Dya and Zian. Stepping into Engineering, Sar's brows furrow and he stands up straight, sliding his blaster back into his holster, but not securing it, just yet. He sniffs and looks around as he walks over to a terminal. There's a few tap-taps here, a few clickety clacks, but the Old Man just can't seem to figure it out. So, he does what any well-meaning rogue would do; he smacks it. That doesn't work. He then smacks it harder. Nothin'. "Krif it," he says, sliding the EE-3 out of his holster. A quick-snap sends a blaster bolt flying into the terminal. "That's what we call a Corellian jump-off."
"Don't much look the derelict, does it?" Rial notes idly to Sapphira, and a shrug to her 'dafuq' look. "Lieutenant?" he notes, indicating a manual override to the jammed door. "Got a latch here, might make it a bit easier on us." Reaching for the override and switching it- mindful of the dripping oil, he too moves into the hangar-that-isn't. "Did your ex smell of dry blood for your killing him, by chance?" As he takes a longer look around, reporting over the comm, <<We're into the hangar.>>
Rip takes a second drink from his caf only to spit it out when the sound of everyone screaming fills the comms speaker at once. "What the kriff is going on over there?!" He yells at the comm station, but the response he gets from them is that the comms are turned off and nothing actually transmitted. Rip stretches his hand out a bit, side eyeing the caf he's been drinking and sets it on a table, backing away from it slowly. When Zero's voice comes over comms this time, it isn't screaming at him, but her usual calm and collected tone, yet she's asking for the same thing the others wanted, for him to disconnect the ship. Rip scratches his head then takes the receiver. <<"So, this is going to sound weird but.. hear me out. We just had a communications phenomenon occur. Despite comms being silent and not registering a transmission, everyones' voices came over the feed screaming for me to cut the docking clamps. Comms station confirmed it that it wasn't real, yet now Zero wants me to cut the docking clamps and here I am faced with a conundrum. Do I do what the fake 'you-guys' tell me to do, or do I do what Zero tells me to do; because both are the same thing...">>
Zian keeps his blaster at hand, his gaze shifting around the hallway with a wrinkled nose as they approach engineering. At least he's still got his goggles, keeps most of the air from his eyes. Upon reaching engineering, it's like a switch goes off, and despite the blood and bodies all around he immediately starts approaching the hyperdrive. But then someone shoots, and he turns to Sar with a somewhat shocked face. "This hyperdrive is unstable! Do. Not. Fire weapons around it if you would like to continue to live!" That said, he turns towards the drive, tapping away at the terminal next to it. "Kriff." he notes, stepping around it and picking up a hanging switch, which he goes about flipping. Unfortunately, it wasn't labeled, and was upside down. The hyperdrive begins to hum, red marks appearing along its frame as a hum fills the air. Zian flips the switch back, hoping to stop it, but it takes the R5 unit rolling up to a nearby access point and plugging in for get the hyperdrive to begin spinning down. Reaching up, he wipes a bit of sweat from his brow, and brings up over the comms <<This ship may explode at any moment. I will do my best to prevent this. The temperature in the hyperdrive is climbing.>> Then he's back at work, reaching into his belt and pulling out a small toolkit as he kneels down next to the hyperdrive. The engines can wait a moment.
Xan, aka Sparrowhawk, replies in an unvocalized whisper. "No. Later. I feel something. I no leave you," and she points to the shadows on the opposite side of the hold from where Celes and her are. She gives Celes an intense stare, made more intense than intended by their color. "Droid recon." She recalls her seeker droid, Shadow, from his parade once more and directs him to the check out the spot as the designated sacrificial lamb, though at least she manually directs it to kick up it's low light sensors in brief anticipation of when it gets close enough to peer into the shadows or enter them. She keeps the seeker droid at an elevation that will hopefully give it enough clearance from any alien or creature she's seen...well at least their swatting range. That's right, Xan does not follow Celes' order to get tissue samples...immediately.
"Remind me not to go to Corellia if that is the way they finesse things there." She taps a foot impatiently then says pointedly to Sar, "Got an idea of what alphabet or language they using on this tub? Not that is would matter if we could bypass the UI. I'll just let you get on with your work and watch your behinds." She pointedly smirks at the two of them then turns her back to watch behind them. Mouth tight against the smell that assails her, Dy does the caboose again and comes into the hyperdrive room in time to hear the good news. "Kriffing trigger happy white people," she says, not trying to keep her voice low. And he is right, the room is notably warmer than the corridor leading into it which does not help the odor in it. "Not ready to die, Zian. Do your best!"
"Ah, em... Person whom I spoke to before - Zero? Confirming the Captain. He just had himself a two second psychotic break, and then you started talking to him." The ornate door clunks at the release latch thrown by Rial, sliding open on old mouldering gears. Inside there is a massive stretched table, with the bodies of dead sentients sitting all around it. Some with blaster scores erasing where mummified faces would be, others clutching at throats, dried out tongues lolling from mouths - eyes dried to silvery husks staring up blankly. At the head of the table sits a near-human figure, dessicated to the point of being near skeletal. A gold and chromium patch bolted to the skull over the left eye, the right an empty socket. the table itself is covered in bricks. Gold, silver, strings of gemstones and pearls. A treasure of a hundred worlds, there are even what looks like a naboo headress studded with a single krayt pearl at the center of the diadem. Sar's Corellian Jump may have been a poor decision. The lights aross the ship all turn blood red and there is a sound over the PA like a rumble of something massive clearing its throat. The engine room heat rises, fast enough that it even feels like boot soles are becoming sticky as warning lights begin to blink off and on.
"Oh, thanks," Sapphira says, resting herself against the door until Rial pulls the manual override. Then they're in, Sapphira pushing where Rial works the mechanism. "You'd think," Sapphira responds back to Rial without looking at him while they work. "But no. That's just how he smelled." She continues to creep along, barely making a sound, stepping over slick oil spots here or there. She pauses as the comms suddenly light up, those bright greens looking back to Rial to guage his reaction to all the alarmed chatter. "So all your jobs this unusual?" She asks, conversationally enough, as the pair enter the ROOM OF TREASURES. Sapphira takes a half step inside, and starts to chuckle. It's almost a lusty sound at the sight of all the gems, jewels, and pretties. Bodies, who cares about that? Yet she doesn't step any closer. "I'm gonna look good in that," she decides, gesturing to the diadem. Instead of moving, though, she crouches down on her heels, looking at the floor, under the table, and otherwise just considering what's in front of her. She gesutres with her gun as she speaks, and looks up at Rial every now and again. "Floor looks fine. Power packs on two, three ... probably all of the bodies that'll go off if we move them." She rises, stepping closer to the table and starting to step around it, as though she were a predator eyeing some prey. "Pressure plates on the table, especially that crown," she notes, eyeing it all for another few breaths before she looks to Rial. "Whaddaya think?"
<<Disconnect the clamps.>> Celes repeats in her usual calm, though far more robotic like, voice, <<Soomthin is in the system..>> Her fingers work the keys, teeth grinding behind her mask, "Ooo, sneaky boffer, innit.." Murmuring to herself, the slicer realizes, too late, her mistake and mentally lashes herself. <<T-ejkkk krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr>> Her head jerks sharply as she essentially speaks in a series of dialup like hisses and whirls, awkwardly, but there are systems in place for this kind of thing. Firewalls to seperate the digital world from the flesh that hides it. "Triple F... Knot today Satan.." It is not going well, but disconnecting now would be system corrupting dangerous.
"You're too high-strung, kid," Sar says, moving around to slip out of the engineering room past Dyannah. "Or maybe not," he muses, clipping his EE-3 into place and reaching under the back of his jacket. He pulls out a much smaller pistol, on account of the close quarters. His S-5 is held aloft and he slips into the port-aft cargo bay. Bathed in the red light of the rogue AI's hissy-fit, the pile of bodies laid in the middle of the hold, covered in their own excrement, blood, and various other dried fluids manages to look even more sinister. Sar swallows hard as he eyes the pile, and the nearby stacks of proton torpedoes. His armed hand shakes. But...that's not right, is it? The barrel of the pistol is lifted. The S-5 is pointed, with nigh-suicidal intent, toward the torpedoes. No. ~Go, Sar. You've fought for so long. Too long It's your time. You'll see her again~ Dragging. Slowly. But...surely? Surely not...right? Toward the pile of bodies. ~It sure does look comfortable, doesn't it? Comfort so sickly sweet~ No. Please. /NO/. His other hand lifts to snatch the be-pistoled hand down before it swings a slap across his face. The Corellian shakes his head and blinks rapidly, clearing his throat. <<Colonel to Zero; this...>> he clears his throat again <<Colonel to all; can...uh...anybody in engineering tell me that status of the life support systems is? What's uh...>> He clears his throat once more, reaching up to press a pair of fingers against his temple. His head is pounding. <<What's pumpin' through these vents?>>
Rial Het is briefly dumbstruck by the opulence on the tabletop. "Oooooh, honey. This job just took a step past normal." He manages not to dive into the piles of gemstones like a creature that could swim in gemstones, and joins Sap in scoping out the clear trap. "Yep. Dozens of spider's web pressure sensors rigged up to a big old Yavin Pressure Diamond. Would need to be veeery delicately disarmed, assuming any of the loot is even real." He switches the comms on, keeping his low vantage point and scoping out that diamond at the center of the deadly apparatus. <<Zero, we're in the hangar.. got a table full of bait.. really shiny bait on top a Yavin pressure diamond the size of a real stout lad's biggest toe.>> He says this calmly as alarms blare through the ship.
Rip nods and passes the receiver off before walking toward the Captain's seat. Bringing the controls online, he begins flipping a series of switches all at once, triggering the disconnection of the two ships. Both the Last Resort, and those abroad, feel the jarring shudder of the action. Shields are brought online and Rip pilots their larger vessel into a tight patrolling formation. The engines come online, glowing a bright blue as he encourages the large vessel to adopt a slow circle to give them the best vantage of the other ship. It's relayed through the crew that the Last Resort is on a holding pattern now.
"Kriffing hell." Zian curses, the R5 unit at least keeping the hyperdrive from increasing in temperature as Zian removes some pliars. This hyperdrive isn't going to work again after this, but they don't exactly need it to in the first place. Reaching his covered arm into the cracks of the machinery, he reaches up to pull his goggles back, allowing large, red, glowing eyes to gaze into the darkness of the crannies within. Then he starts clipping away, and as he does so, the hyperdrive begins to lessen in its anger. The heat in the hyperdrive room begins to dissipate as that humming suddenly stops, and Zian leans his head back with a sigh. "It is stopped, but I believe the engines have other ideas. Dyannah, can you check on that request please?" he asks her of Sar's question, standing and pointing to the droid nearby as he states, "R5, get to the engine. Prep emergency flush procedures, bypass the safeguards." The droid beeps and whirs, disconnecting itself from the computer and rolling through the aft door from the hyperdrive to the engine room. "Hopefully no one starts shooting again." he says to Dyannah, a slight grin appearing at the corners of his mouth as he starts for the engine room. Leaning in, he whispers to her, before going on to the engine room. <<Hyperdrive is safe, moving to ensure engines do not overload.>>
"Something on you 6...try to kill you. I attack," Xan reports to Celes only to hear gibberish. "Cark. Shadow! Find other access port to boost Celes." Thankfully the droid seems to recognize who 'Celes' is. As soon as the droid changes tacks, she lunges /toward/ the location where Shadow reports the enemy combatant, her vibrodaggers already whirring from earlier. She's going for a speed strike, trying to stick to any available shadows to 'puddle-hop' as quickly as she can toward her target. Assuming it can't be organic, she aims for 'body' shots to hopefully strike processing cores, the brains of synthetic 'life'.
The suffocating heat begins to wane and Dy catches the red eyes of their savior and nods to him with respect. Respect to engineers! She can feel the clammy fabric of her cartel armor sticking to her. Then she doubles back to find Sar, Mouth open in an unspoken 'what the kriffin' goddess is happening to that white man now' Dy trains her gun on Sar in case he decides to do something even stranger than shoot a computer. The klaxons are so loud her head feels like it is momentarily expanding in size and she winces against it. Perhaps what ever is affecting him is more for basic human specific biology than her double-livered self possesses; she is wary of them both and has to make a conscious decision to stop squeezing the trigger. That slows her down. <<Dunno, what is going on. I'm feeling weird myself. But not as badly, Sar>> she reports to Zian.
Blinded by butts, deaf to authoritative instructions, the tiny nuts echani meets her target with surprise and lots of rapid kill shots that she barely has time to register the outcomes of herself until her daggers are no longer in her hands. She blinks and focuses in the dim light at the sparking haywire prey, utterly defeated. Utterly a harmless primary power conduit...going nuts. Her daggers stick out in just the right places to /not/ get her electrocuted. "Oh....wait. I FOUND MAIN POWER PIPE THINGY!" she declares loudly back over her shoulder toward the ever-so-busy Celes, not even bothering to try and fumble for the right terms. "We EMP, overload, and sever power quick?" she asks, looking back. "Shadow can EMP."
The engines are stable, yes, or stable enough. But there is a clunking sound as something Zian does... well seems to not quite work. The hyperdrive makes a sound like a choir raising its voice until their screeching like they're tearing their own eyes out bare handed. There is a white flash and the shimmering iridescent blues of hyperspace fill the engineering section, pouring down the corridors, filling the halls. The shimmer passes over and each member of the boarding crew can feel themselves being torn to shreds at the molecular level. A flickering eternity of blinding pain and agony before: Entering what could be used as a small cargo hauler/swoop hangar on the mid-port side of the ship. It's cold in here, but not vacuume cold. There's even lights coming online, as if the opening of the airlock warranted the ship coming online. There -are- the remnants of swoops, having fallen apart due to time and moisture on the ship. There's even mouldering crates, and datapads, and a skeleton in gaudy pirate garb and armor. Peg leg. There is a sensation, deja vu. But... Xan's daggers are out, as if recoiling from a combat maneuver, and Sar's smaller pistol is in hand. Cele has her tech equipment out, Zian's drenched in sweat, anddecades of madness and pain are washing over the Zeltron like a tsunami. Sapphira and Rial? They're standing as if examining something... But it's unsure just what. Aboard the Last Resort Rip sees the ship, it explodes, washing the Corvette in tendrils of the hyperspace dimension touching on realspace, and then his view changes. He is looking at empty space, D4 is off to one side, playing with his systems instead of the sensors, and the ship is registering its connected to the Inferno... But his mind knows it wasn't. Wasn't it?
