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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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Completely open!

[falsesmile]

one: outside

[ When the Omen first crashed on Kesh, our forefathers…

She stared at the vast expanse of metal, hands clenched, anger and frustration and bitter homesickness roiling within her. The Lost Tribe had been marooned for five thousand years by the crash of the battleship Omen, cut off from the rest of the galaxy. As a child, Vestara had dreamed of becoming a Sith apprentice and being allowed to explore the hidden wreckage of the beloved Omen… but then Ship had come for them, for her, chasing inferences from the records of the Great Hyperspace War to end their comfortable exile. And Vestara, who had spent so many years pining for the chance to see a dead ship, had left Kesh for a mission on a far-away world, earned the enmity of her own people, and been unable to return…

Now here she was, back at a childhood dream, hating everything about it.

Vestara’s expression of these contradictory emotions wasn’t particularly dramatic, but it was still noticeable -- fists clenched and lips set thin, but her brown eyes wide even as her brows furrowed as she stared over the hulking corpse of the ship.

Maybe this wouldn’t be like the Omen. Maybe it could be made spaceworthy, or at least send out a distress signal. But even the thought of a second exile made her blood run cold. ]


two: hallways + chair room

[ On her second venture into the ship, she moved at a brisk jog through the hallways, one hand holding a make-shift bludgeon and the other running along the walls, trying to get a sense for the make and model of the ship. During the Sith fleet buildup, on Sinkhole station, and even just travelling, she’d seen ships of all makes and models, brand new and decades old – but she’d never seen this design. She’d passed what looked like a hydroponics factility and a medbay, but what she was looking for was…

There. Near the bottom of the ship was a room filled with screens or chairs. It still didn’t look like any ship she’d been on, but with that many screens, it had to be the bridge or a comm station. Either one would be useful. Either one had a chance of getting them off this ball of sand.

She raised a hand, running her fingers gently over one of the panels of buttons, not actually pressing anything yet, but her eyes wide and thoughtful, her lips pressed together as she considered her next moved… ]

two

[dateme]

Boo!

[ And suddenly, right behind her? Is this idiot. Yeah it might not be the wisest of options to go around spooking people in the middle of a dark, dank, creepy abandoned ship but...come on. A girl wandering off on her own? The opportunity to good to pass up? His legs finally working again? Inui was powerless to resist.

So here's hoping she doesn't choose to break his legs instead of them just turning numb from bug venom. ]

two

[dendarii]

[ Miles isn't just looking for equipment or comms here: he's also looking for his mercenaries. So when he passes this area while exploring himself, he stops. Ah ... This looks promising on multiple levels. ]

Have you found something interesting?

[bladebabysitter]

Some days... you start to wonder if any ships ever land successfully.

[Elma has been staring at the gash for a long minute, not moving as she considers her options. If anyone starts to head in, though -- especially alone -- she'll step forward to intercept them.]

[adamance]

Do you think this ship had a crash landing? If so, we should be prepared to find bodies within. [Along with the smell of their ruined remains. Lexa does wonder if they might fail to explore what they've found because of that.]

ota

[adamance]

finding stability—aka the waiting game

[Even with the hull down below, Lexa knows better than to try her luck. Wound-wise, she's doing better (or better along the lines of being a seasoned warrior who's fought countless numbers of people in her comparably short life), but the main goal is waiting for the vertigo to improve—or disappear entirely. She sits cross legged as she looks down into the sinkhole, expression calm. Sitting up is uncomfortable, but recalling Clarke's words, she knows that it's better to keep her heart straight up as much as possible.

Needless to say, while Lexa would love to dive in, she knows better than to do that. Besides, there's someone here who would be worried about her, and even before her death, Lexa had been too quick to accept her mortality.

When someone passes, injured or not, she glances up toward them.] Be cautious about what lies ahead. We don't know what or who might be waiting in there.

[If the queen was hiding it, what if there's a king, so to speak?]

repetition is like practice making something perfect

[Ah, weapons.

To be fair, Lexa's first goal isn't the weapons, but to take the risk of gathering moisture in cupped hands so that she can tilt it into her mouth. Still weak from the wound and from sitting in the hot sun all day, she craves something to drive off the immediate effects of dehydration. Her people may not be the most scientifically capable people, but they have always known the importance of fresh water.

After that: each trip in and out of the hull at first is the same. She goes to the weapon room, heads back out when her power is lessening, and then back.

It's apparent that she isn't only sorting weapons for herself. No one woman needs all of that. But they are set in various piles to represent their state. The most rusted ones are in one place, and the least rusted ones are in another. But this is a lot of work, so anyone who wishes to help is more than welcome to.]

storage! we need storage!

Whatever we find here, we must find a way to bring it with us. [The words come after some time in the hull. She's taken trips in and out and has taken her necessary breaks to eat left over trilobite meat and some of the water she's managed to gather. It's tireless and tedious, but she knows that it's necessary.]

Whatever this hull was for, there must have been a means of taking supplies off in small amounts. Seek out anything that may help us so we can continue to explore this land safely.

[Come to think of it, they might want to designate someone as the "water bearer," so to speak.]

wildcard

[Anything else, related to Lexa's initial actions here or otherwise. I will also match prose or brackets depending on what you prefer.

For the exploration prompts, we can do a group of two or three! I'm open to anything and everything.]

ikea (aka storage)

[dateme]

[ Inui lets out a sigh of displeasure at Lexa stresses the importance of yet another thing, no matter how right or justified it is. He's tired of going in and out of the ship and watching his suit power level fluctuate, tired of digging through the Queen to pull out more of those weird pearls, and tired of...not having storage space as well, but that's not the point. His feet hurt and his legs still feel weird from the Trilobites' biting, especially when crouched to try and peer under tables or into panels in his search for anything useful. ]

You'd think that futuristic aliens would have something like that covered... But all I'm seeing here is dirt and sand and more dirt. Don't they have cups or something to drink out of? We haven't even seen those...

weapons

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara's somehow managed to survive her time here so far with only using bones as a sort of weapon. So to spot someone piling up some weaponry catches her attention, and she quietly approaches to observe off to the side for a few moments. When it becomes apparent that the other woman is sticking around for a bit instead of heading right back in to uncover more, she moves to help.]

You don't mind if I help, do you? I'm still waiting for the feeling to completely come back in my leg and arm, and am a bit useless for exploring 'til that happens.

[She's not as badly hurt as some of the others, but is injured enough from even before the Trilobite attacks that she knows she needs to take it easy until she can properly walk and grab at things. But sorting weapons seems easy and harmless enough.]

[exorion]

[He wants to go in, it's the main thing on his mind when he sees the hull and the gash in the ship. There's a way in, and he wants to use it. It's hard to resist the desire to just go in and start exploring, but there's the responsible part of his mind telling him that's a bad idea. You know, on account of how he's not an immortal killing machine anymore and the fact that he feels dizzy as hell which is really confusing honestly, as is the way his side is numb. Speaking of which he hasn't fully healed either.]

[That's not important though.]

We should group up if we're going in. [He has a hand on the hull — mostly to hold himself up, but no one needs to know that — and another on his hip.] Teams of three, plan to come out regularly and swap information since there's no comms we can use.

[falsesmile]

[ Either he was wearing armor under his suit, in which case she wanted to know where he had gotten it, or he was a droid wearing a suit, in which case she wanted to know why a droid needed a life support suit, and also what he had been programmed for. She reached out with the Force, and -- yes. A droid. Interesting. He was so casual compared to the droids she'd encountered. ]

And to map that information, [ she added, ] or we'll have five people exploring the mess hall without anyone finding the medbay.

[ With a scrap of metal scavenged from the pods, she eyed the ship, then drew a rough outline of it in the sandy dirt, marking the gash in the side of it with a jagged line. ]

[adamance]

[As someone suffering from the same ailment, it's easy for Lexa to see the reason for him holding himself up. Unaware of what he could be, she still assumes there's a solid chance that there is a man in there. But it's hard to say, and she doesn't have the knowledge to back her up.

What she does know is that he's unsteady, and he did something even more reckless than her. From her own spot on the ground where she's sitting, she eyes him.]

Are you willing to be a burden for everyone else? [Lexa hates admitting weakness, but the more important part here is clear to her: there's a good chance that her weakness is his weakness.]

[dateme]

Hey, do your eyes light up like flashlights or anything? [ HI CAYDE did you miss him? He missed you. You're always so fun to talk to.

...Really though, this time he's not just asking questions to be a pain in the ass (although that is part of it). A flashlight in a place like this would be extra-handy and with his own legs just barely starting to recvver from the Trilobites' venom, he's not inclined to go tripping around in the darkness. just in case he breaks something that way. ]

Commander Shepard | OTA

[sheshotfirst]

Pre-adventure

[When it had happened, Shepard had been a little torn if killing the queen had been the right thing to do. But it was over and done now with nothing that could change it, so as her wounds stopped tingling Shepard moved past it. She helped strip the corpse, she watched as Jess cut into the pearls and made a possibly life saving discovery.

And now there was the hull.

Still armed only with her make-shift spear, Shepard set about sharpening that again before heading in.]

Anymore knives left anywhere?

Skeletons, oh my!

[It's her second trip in, now that she's found some weapons in need of repair it's time to answer some general questions. Like who brought them here and what happened to them.

That all she's found so far is a bipedal spacesuit filled with also entirely decayed bones is not a good sign. She squats next to the discovery with a frown.]

This isn't great.

CLOSED TO: JESS, INUI, AND LANCE

[First mission in for Shepard. She's sliced her pearl bit, grabbed her sharp spear, and wrangled a few adventurers to go with her, either to possibly help fight or just carry what they find. At the 'door' to the hull she turns to look at them.]

Ready?

CLOSED

[dateme]

Yes ma'am~ [ It's not striking enthusiasm for adventure but it's a start right? Inui feels more like a tourist than a daring explorer, but that's probably because of all the people who'd woken up on Kharas with them he was literally the least qualified to be there. It doesn't stop him wanting to check out the totally cool spaceship which may or may not be a death sentence, but that's why he's made sure to stock up on at least three of the weird pearls.

Knowing Lance's luck they will probably need all of them.

Inui offers a mock-salute, one pearl clutched in his hand. Hi Jess. Hi♥ Hiiiiiii Jesss Jess jess do you see him♥ ]

Pre-adventure!

[bladebabysitter]

Sorry. I've only got the two left. But considering how I made them... we can probably get more here.

[Elma half-draws one of the weapons from its improvised holster. It's just wire wrapped around jagged steel, after all. But it had served her well enough.]

Are you worried we'll need them?

skeleton

[adamance]

Not great, but is it surprising? Do you think there are enough to account for whoever would have manned a ship of this size? [Unaware of how these ships and hulls normally work, it's a question that has two reasons. First, Lexa doesn't know how many people would have been needed. And second, well—she still wonders if there are survivors somewhere.

It may prove that she had been wrong about the sentient creatures clearing the bones of that one beast where they first ended up, but she's still following all potential paths to proving that right or wrong.]

anakin skywalker | OPEN

[sandhate]

BETWEEN ROOMS

[ it's atrocious in here. rusted metal, moisture clinging to every surface including the floor his suit's footware is stomping across and his already tight suit. he rubs his hand over his face to wipe the sweat off. and he only goes through with mild complaining. like now, when his hand reaches for a solid grip and he not only slips forward but also gets a hand full of rust ]

Great.

[ he hears movement, senses it from behind him. instincts guides him down the hall and and he turns the corner... ]

CHAIR ROOM
[ reaching this room was a task. traversing too many hallways and slippery surfaces, grumbling too much about the mistreatment of a ship, the poor materials that probably used to make it. to top it off, he's exceptionally tired. he can be found in one of the chairs, fiddling around with the panels and buttons and switches. and sometimes, just banging his fist on it.

or

because he's a slow learner and arrogance defines a lot of his actions, anakin can also be found unconscious in the chair. his wrist comm blinks red and a neat little 0%. ]

chairs anakin

[dateme]

[ Okay so at first? Inui sees something in the dark bit of the room. It looks like a body, there's an arm hanging down over the edge--and he thinks: holy crap, there's actually someone in here! Which is awesome and cool and exciting (plus mildly terrifying), so he walks forward very carefully and slowly, clearing his throat. ]

Hell...oohhh. Aw. Dang.

[ It's just one of their guys passed out.

...Wait that's not good. Uhh. Inui moves in a little deeper and takes hold of the guy's wrist to check for a pulse, but the glowing red Power: 0% saves him the trouble, and Inui realizes this guy probably wasn't paying attention to his power levels at all. Yikes.

Well, he should at least help the guy out a little. Inui's own wrist displays a steady 67% so he feels safe enough pushing his hands into the guy's chest and letting out a whoosh of air. ]

Okay, so...I'm not sure how this power thing works so hopefully you just sorta wake up! And thank me a whole bunch, 'cause I don't think there's enough time for me to carry you back. [ JUMPSTART GOOOOO ]

[ between rooms ]

[anewhope]

[ — and probably bumps straight into Clark's very solid body, enough to feel like you came into contact with a brick wall. ]

Is everything all right?

chairsssss (and not the comatose option)

[falsesmile]

[ Oh, good, the mechanically minded one! She leans against the back of one of the other chairs, watching him for a moment before piping up. ]

No luck?

anakin mind your battery dude

[adamance]

[It's not the first time Lexa has had to help Anakin, and she wonders if it will be the last. When she stumbles across him, she's fairly certain that he had to have gotten the memo by then that staying in for a long period of time is a bad idea. She's not positive, of course, but she's fairly certain.

Then again, Anakin has already become the poster child of a cautionary tale ... and that was even without knowing that he could push himself like this.

It may be that this was an accident, that he had ended up in here long before he had gotten the message. Lexa will give him the benefit of the doubt as she reaches down, gripping both of his wrists with her gloved hands. Her eyes watch his face for signs of life.]

let's beat on things

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara probably shouldn't be this far out, but her curiosity's led her here. She's brought a small backup reserve of the pearly white things with her, so she's not as concerned about power supplies as some people ought to be. When she finds her way to the same room he's in, she's surprised to see someone else here. She's seen him around here and there and hasn't really had the chance to meet him yet, so she observes him from a distance before moving in any closer. He seems like he's really worked up with what he's doing and doesn't want to interrupt right away.

There's a smile on her face as she eventually makes her presence more known with a soft laugh, and she steps in toward him cautiously. Making sure he won't mind her bothering him.]

I tried that earlier. It didn't get me very far. Maybe we should try kicking things instead.

some combination of between rooms and wildest of cards idk

[naberrie]

[ hope is the last thing surrendered, a sad claim that holds particularly true for padmé. she is looking. hasn't stopped. nearly drove herself to unconsciousness the first night. the second had been much the same only with the addition of nearly making herself sick with panic. ( that had been a fight from which no one walked away the winner. ) she counts the days, hours, almost down to the minute. she asks everyone she comes across even if she had already asked. she keeps looking. she keeps looking.

her search took her back into the ship, into areas unsafe for humans even by the ship's already unsafe standards. and though the main object of her search continues to elude her, padmé does not lack the sense to keep whatever she finds on hand that may be useful. a medkit. a rifle. a couple of fruits she picked with the aim of testing their edibility. a pen, rarer than everything else and worthwhile.

present time finds padmé up to her elbows in a pile of what can only be described as junk. her usable findings sit away from her in a neat pile by the wall. she had bound her hair at the nape of her neck in a complex-looking braid, but several unruly curls had since escaped to rest against her neck, her cheeks. she takes no notice of anyone who comes into the room. her brows are furrowed in concentration. padmé remains engrossed in her task, fishing for something in particular…

…until the little numbers on her wrist switch to warning red. at ten, she stops what she's doing. every time. she does not need to be cautioned on the dangers of losing consciousness inside a derelict ship. partly because she might scream if she gets any more sympathetic glances or heavy-handed "suggestions" as to how to best look after herself. largely because she will be of no use if she's not awake. and she has to be.

stepping back, she finally takes notice of movement out of the corner of her eye. she starts until she realizes — ] Anakin.

[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?

Lance // OTA

[ceruleo]

1. GREEN ROOM (Hydroponics)

[ The smell in here isn't exactly awful, but it sure is strong. The sound of each of his steps is muffled by the thick carpet of moss underfoot, though he's careful not to step on any wayward fungi as he goes. ]

Man, it's the freakin' Amazon in here. [ He turns to his companion for a tick, lips pursed. ] Hey, you think there's anything in here we could use?

[ He's not completely caught up in amazement, though he's definitely having a hard time staying focused, eyes sliding across the room to settle on every single plant, flower and herb currently taking up every inch of available space. ]

2. HOLO ROOM (Command Center) - closed to Ahsoka

[ He's on his hands and knees by the holograph projector, hands roving over the buttons and knobs all labelled in languages he can't parse. He wonders if this ship has a central AI like the Castle had—he hopes not, because look how well that had turned out. Pulling back, he settles on his heels and turns to spy Ahsoka, just her montrals visible to him beyond the line of terminals at this angle. ]

I think some of the buttons are working on here. Wanna check it out?

3. HONEYCOMB ROOMS (Crew Quarters)

[ This is probably the spot that gives him the most heebie-jeebies. The remnants of actual people, their lives laid out like they'd all just walked out or something one day and never come back. Anxiety coils in the pit of his stomach: this is what space is like, he knows now. He doesn't quite realize it, but he's changed in a lot of ways from the boy he was at the Garrison, looking up at the stars with wonder. ]

Man, these cots are tiny. Not a lot of action going on here.

[ And in a lot of ways, he hasn't at all. ]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka isn't having much luck with the corner she's inspecting, so she pads over to where Lance is fiddling with the holo projector controls.]

Huh. [That's all she says at first, looking at the buttons before them.]

Everything here looks like tech I'm familiar with. But none of it works in the way I'm used to. I don't know how much help I'll be.

[Her hands hover over some of the buttons, uncertain.]

We probably shouldn't push things at random... right?