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[falsesmile]

Who: Ves (falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

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[anewhope]

The Cockpit

[ After checking that his translation ability is solely his and no one seems to possess, Clark made it a point to see how much of the text around him he could parse. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done as he found himself wandering large sections of the ship with nary a clue until he found the Cockpit.

Glancing over the panel, a few words started to make sense. Enter . . . Warning . . .

He calls out to anyone nearby.

What do you see here?

Holo Room

[ The layout of this ship was very different from the Kryptonian ships, which were sparse and built around the visitor rather than having fixed locations. He wondered if a ship like this would have a garden . . . or in Krypton's case, a chamber needed to breed new Kryptonians. He shakes his head of that thought. He wished he had his father's key or even the silent hologram at his footsteps.

He watches the power flicker, waiting to see if something - or someone would appear. After a few minutes, he breaks his gaze away and turns to more productive uses of his time. Like the data screens. ]

[ Wildcard! Let's go on an adventure together. ]

[ Or if you want to drag Clark along for more translations. ]

holo room

[adamance]

[Too accustomed to the rites of survival—gathering, finding what's necessary, and more—Lexa doesn't bother with the data rooms, but does pause as she sees a familiar face inside of one. While she lacks the technological know-how to do well here, she finds herself wondering if there may be something here for someone else.

She falls into place beside Clark, looking up.]

Do you see anything useful?

Re: holo room

[anewhope]

I'm not sure.

[ Clark wishes he could will the ability given to him whenever he wants, but it usually just involves him staring at the numbers and letters and hoping for the best. ]

My new ability only pays off in tiny pieces.

[adamance]

I believe you'll have to back up. [The last day has been hard on her, though she wouldn't be in here if she hadn't begun to feel better. Lexa feels like this may be pertinent information; otherwise, he wouldn't assume she already knew.

(Not that she can fault him for that.)]

[anewhope]

[ Ah. He had forgotten that Lexa had left with Bruce's group to witness the trilobite queen. ]

My suit can . . . translate small parts of the language we see around us. We go transmissions during our fight with the swarm.

[adamance]

And somehow, you've gained the ability to translate. [That's curious, considering. She thinks about what he has to say for a moment.] I've lost the ability to speak my people's native language. No matter how often I reach for the words, they escape me.

Do you think these things might be linked?

[anewhope]

[ Clark can't help softening in sympathy. Losing one's native language, a backbone to who they are, is always unsettling. ]

Well, we know the suits are limiting us. But we're also able to communicate with each other with no major difficulties. So it makes sense that some kind of translation software is active within our suits.

[adamance]

What saves us keeps us from being who we really are. [These limitations are a point of frustration for her, but she knows it must be worse for other people. She will survive, even if others may not.]

Can you describe how you acquired your modification?

[anewhope]

You can't have it both ways. Most of the time.

[ Clark can't be of two worlds. He has to step fully into one or the other. As much as he'd like to reconcile the two, he doesn't know how. And he's lost his chance to. ]

I wish I could. It just sort of . . . happened.

Wildcard Rusted Room?

[dateme]

[ because why not? He passed it earlier with Shepard & the gang, so who better for a closer inspection than the one guy who can fly, x-ray, and generally kick ass like no human could ever dream? It takes a while to get to so he's stocked up on another four pearls; one extra for himself, and three for Clark (just in case). ]

It's just a little further ahead. Jess scratched a bunch of lines into the ship walls for us to follow so we wouldn't get lost. [ Because without them? He totally would be at this point. ]

[anewhope]

She's quick on her feet.

[ Especially for someone who professes not to give a damn. Clark walks purposefully, taking in the sights. This isn't his first foray in an alien spaceship but he always finds himself dwelling, absorbing whatever he can. ]

What do you want me to find?

[dateme]

Well... Mostly I just didn't wanna come in here alone. You don't have to help me find anything in particular? But I mean if those sweet eyes of yours can find anything useful that's totally okay with me.

[ Inui's smarter than to walk into an abandoned, ruined ship that drains power from the suits keeping them alive alone. He's already seen people do it (Anakin) and he's not keen on being possibly lost down here until he dies.

Plus? It's creepy as hell and having Clark around helps. ]

[anewhope]

I can try.

[ Clark would like to avoid making any promises. He's limited enough as it is without people thinking he's . . . well, Superman. ]

I'm hoping if we can find some more words or writing, we'd have a better idea of how to use the ship.

[dateme]

What good's that gonna do u...ohhh, right haha. You kinda-sorta understand that now don'tcha? [ Assuming he's been listening in on Clark and the message situation??? Or sharing his with him ]

[anewhope]

Bits and pieces. Nothing concrete.

[ He shrugs loosely. ] But every little bit counts.

[dateme]

Still more than the rest of us. [ he still doesn't quiet get why Clark can do it, but hey. Whatever gives them a leg up right? Especially now that they've got this massive thing to explore, Inui's hand tracing one of the walls idly as they come to an intersection where he takes a moment to search for the marks jess left. ]

--Okay. We take a right here, and it should be on out left. I remember that wall panel there being open. [ he points to the indicated area of the wall near the floor to their right. ]

[anewhope]

[ Clark doesn't either and all his theories seem to lead him to darker thoughts, his heritage sbearing down on him. ]

Huh. Maybe someone else got to it first.

[ He takes a closer look at it. ]

cockpit

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara probably should be resting, but she's not really the type to just sit around for too long. Even when she knows it's good for her. So she's making her way through the ship at her own speed, not going too far so she can't shuffle her way back before her energy supply's completely drained. She's not exactly looking for Clark, but is pleased to stumble upon him in this room all the same. She doesn't say anything at first, since he seems focused on whatever it is he's reading, but once he calls out she stops poking at some of the buttons and screens littered about the room to make her way over toward him.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she tries peering over his shoulder, but she's too short to see over him that way. So with a soft huff, she wedges herself between him and the panel he's examining, nose wrinkling up as she can't make any sense out of things.]

Should I be seeing something useful?

Re: cockpit

[anewhope]

[ Clark moves back instinctively, giving her more room to peer at the panels. ]

No. But if you can copy the script, I can give you the meaning behind it. But I can't separate the alien script from the newly translated version the suit is offering me. Maybe even write it down somewhere.

[ He could probably etch it on a metal piece, using his heat vision. It's not his traditional use for it, but it's a far nicer one. ]

[ex_bossily211]

[She takes a moment to look it over, memorizing it by writing it in the air with her finger. Focusing in on the task at hand rather than him, she repeats the motion a few times before looking up to him.]

So you're saying your suit's able to tap into how your mind handles language?

[That's exactly like the translation circuit she's used to thanks to the Doctor, and it makes her wonder if they're actually speaking English at all right now. It's not really an issue for her since she's used to it on her travels anyway, so she focuses on the factor that their suits are likely going to be responsible for altering and killing them all. It's a healthy paranoid thought at this point, she thinks.]

If we can find something for me to write on, I can copy down what I see.

[anewhope]

I think so. Most translations seem to work in that way.

[ Zod's ship had that ability. It stands to reason most alien software do as well. Clark scans the room before frowning. ]

I don't see anything we can use to write on here. I could pull out some metal but that'd be useless to you.

[ex_bossily211]

[Remembering his heat vision from the boneyard, she smirks in his direction.]

Make your eyes red again. I can just guide the movements of your head, I'm sure it'll work the same as you doing it yourself.

[She somehow manages to say this with a straight face, but knows it's not exactly a great solution. Once they get outside, she can trace the script in the dirt and sand. It will be easier that way.]

[anewhope]

[ He nods, easily accepting her idea. He glances around before carefully pulling out a tiny floor panel. Laying it on the floor, Clark takes a few steps back . . . and hesitates. But the doubts leave as quickly as they came and his eyes burn red, veins curling at the edges of his eyes. ]

I'm ready.

[ex_bossily211]

[Is he actually letting her do this?

She stills at first, if only because it feels ridiculous to actually be attempting. She can envision this going horribly wrong, but at the same time, she doubts he'd let either of them get hurt. So she rises up on her tiptoes, reaching her hands up...

Only to realize that at five foot one she's too short for this. So she grabs hold of his hand and gently backs them both up toward one of the cockpit seats, and moves to stand on it. It's perfect, and she signals for him to wait a bit longer as she hops out of the chair and hurries to grab the piece of paneling to place before him. Once she's standing back in the seat, she gently takes hold of the back of his head and gulps as she starts to guide the motions in a way that will crudely etch the script on the screen onto the panel.

Clearly this is a wonderful idea that in no way can go wrong.]

[anewhope]

[ There's a faint smirk on his face, but it's not mocking as he lets her touch guide his vision. The force of it isn't as strong as it would be when Clark is angry or retaliating, enough to heat up the doorknob but not quite hot enough to dig too deep into the metal. The lines he paints are more akin to scorch marks rather than thin dug-out lines in the metal. ]