Who: Cayde-6 (exorion) and his FIRETEAM || Cayde-6 (exorion) and team Rescue This Dumb Robot When: Backdated for Day 8 Where: IT'S IN THE FRAKKING SHIP What: Exploration & also Cayde has an accident
[Cayde's first thought when he falls, is a resigned "not again." He tumbles with a surprised shout, pulling his limbs in to minimise the impact, so it's a bit of a suprise when that impact doesn't exactly happen. Which is a nice change of pace, truth be told.]
[He unfurls, trying and failing to reorient himself, and moves to a wall to try and help himself get about down here. Might as well take advantage of the situation, right?]
[ It's a goof bet! Because Cayde's taken a long spill down into the depths of the ship, through the hull and several more untouched-looking levels, all the way down...so an area that's actually partially filled with some sand. A break somewhere has resulted in a bit of flooding from the surrounding area, but for the most part Cayde's found himself pretty much in a combination of the heart of the ship...and the Kharid Queen's nest.
The broken (and unbroken) remains of Kharid egg clusters lie scattered about, tucked in near equipment and bits of rock alike. The air down here is more humid, cool. Perfect for raising what looks like it would've been a rather large cluster of eggs had the Queen & her colony not up and abandoned it.
There isn't much light to go off in the area aside from odd matches of glowing fungus which grows off the room's walls in varying locations, but it's enough to see that Cayde's in what looks like some sort of decontamination bay of some kind, in the room right before processing. A sealable chamber lies in front of him, the only way forward through this part of the ship.
Unlike the upper floors this room doesn't have as many loose object to get tossed around so the damage to it is less, and just past processing on the farthest end of the the room is what looks like a small, flickering light on a terminal.
[Okay, cool. This is great. It's fine. Everything is f i n e.]
[Cayde sucks in a breath, or at least makes a noise like he is anyway. Doesn't really need it, but it's like a bit of muscle memory giving him the moment he needs to get his head on right. Looking around, it looks like a bunch of stuff to prime to cause him a load of hell. He's not too happy about that.]
[Spotting the terminal, he starts over to it, carefully avoiding the fungus and everything else. If he can get it on, maybe there's something useful? Fingers crossed.]
[ And then Cayde failed his poison check Sort of. Remember that nasty bite Cayde got from the Kharid Queen? The moment Cayde walks into the chamber and past the entrance to decontamination the whole area suddenly comes to life with red warning lights that flash as they whirl around, a loud echoing siren blaring: ]
QUULMOT. QUULMOT. A'SH KVALMOORYC JOGOSGOJA--
[ Apparently this place has just enough power to slam the glass door in front of him shut and seal the chamber the moment he steps into it.
But really, you did fail that poison check Two turrets drop down from the ceiling above and train themselves on Cayde's position in the chamber, red lasers trained on his stomach of all things, and not his upper torso.
...And then the bottom of the chamber starts to fill with green gas. Good times! ]
[Cayde's reaction isn't panic, it's just a resigned kind of annoyance. If he had to guess, it seems like some sort of decontamination or quarantine procedure, and neither of those is something he wants to deal with right now. Especially when those procedures point lasers at him.]
[If there's still power, the mechanism is probably too strong him to force the door back open, but. He presses his hands against it, moving from the edges to the centre of the pane as he looks for a weak spot. Everything down here looks pretty old; if he can find one, he might be able to just bust through it.]
[ There is always hope! Especially when you're trapped in the decontamination area of a derelict ship that crashed into the planet's surface hundreds of years ago. Things just aren't as structurally sound as they used to be, even this crystal-like glass.
When Cayde pushes on it a crack forms deep in the material, five inches long and holding. But with ore pressure it will begin to spread up and along the glass, like lightning bolts frozen in time. A good push should do it--and better hurry with it. That green gas? Looks like it might actually be tarnishing the metallic material Cayde's composed of. ]
[Yeah, Cayde's not staying in this chamber a second longer than he has to. He pushes harder, and when that doesn't seem to be doing it fast enough he bodily throws himself through the glass. It's a shame no one's around to see the sweet roll he does that brings him back to his feet, but he's gonna see what he can do about finding some sort of external power route to this thing and try to shut it off so it doesn't slowly flood the whole ship with gas.]
[ To be fair, two somethings do see his sweet roll! They're just not human. And also...turrets. Which starts firing on him the moment he comes to a stand, tracked onto his movement as that warning blares again: ]
[ Containment breach. That's the general gist of all that, and apparently whoever ran this ship before had a zero-tolerance policy for foreign contaminants. Bob and weave Cayde, bob and weave!
The gas is still pumping, and begins to mist over the floor. ]
[It'd be a lie to say he's not enjoying himself, he ducks and dives pretty effortlessly-- maybe not with quite the same grace as a bladedancer or a nightstalker, but still with a hunter's ease. Eyes tracking the ground for anything that looks like a power line leading toward this whole... Situation. First stop the gas, then deal with the turrets? Or deal with the turrets first?]
[ There's a thick cable that runs from the outside of the containment chamber, down across the floor and all the way to the terminal on the far wall--the same one that was lit up earlier.
Unfortunately the turrets are still in between him and the terminal, and the plasma shots they fire out rapidly don't show any signs of letting up. In fact they actually start getting a little more accurate the longer Cayde dodges, just barely brazing his heels the next time he dodges, lasers tracking him right before they fire off another burst of them.
Less unfortunate is that there's plenty of upturned objects and desks to hide behind for cover--and the one nearest to Cayde has a whole slew of nice big buttons. ]
[He could stop to think about this, because just going in and acting on instinct hasn't been working for him so well since he woke up here.]
[Fuck that though. He dives for cover and stares at it for all of about 10 seconds before he slams his hand down on a button, because he highly doubts he has the time to systematically figure out what they do.]
[ Buttons should always be pressed, danger be damned! I mean. Come on: button! There's a universal clause in there somewhere for that kinda thing.
In this case though pressing the button drops three more turrets from the ceiling, this time behind Cayde. And of course their laser sights train on him right away, lighting up bright to fire--
And holding there. They don't fire and blow Cayde to bits, and similarly the ones ahead stop firing without warning as well. Sirens and gas are still going though, and anytime Cayde moves the lasers remain trained on his stomach. ]
[He looks up at the turrets, moving his hand and watching them follow it. No shooting, that's a plus! More turrets though, kind of a minus.]
So this is progress, right?
[He squints at the buttons, trying to figure out what does what, but it seems like you probably need to know the system to, well. Know the system. Cayde hesitates for a much longer moment this time, holding his hand over it and priming himself to run for cover somewhere else before he hits a different button and hopes for the best.]
[ There's a resounding Beep! and the door to the containment chamber slides up again, so that floods the room with gas more readily? But good news here, the turrets still aren't firing at him! And even though the lights and siren still flash and blare the synthetic voice from before is gone.
Sort of.
There's a long pause as a blue light flickers on from one of the turrets and runs over Cayde from head to toe and scans him. Then the voice comes back on, only this time? It sounds a lot less synthetic. ]
[He squints at the light, weirdly offended by being scanned when in such a dire situation, but he's still not being shot? It's really a mixed bag, he could do with a lot less gas. Like none of it. At all ever again.]
[ Whether it does or not is...well, so far all signs point to "no." But Cayde actually addressing the inquiry results in the sound of some rustling on the other end of that line of communication before the voice speaks again, and this time it's much slower; filled with a wary consideration. ]
[Okay, Atlas! That's the thing his wrist told him to find. Cayde looks for the logo on his suit, pointing to it, and then offering an exaggerated shrug.]
Atlas, right?
[He's hoping the general gist that comes across is "I have no freaking clue what Atlas is"]
[ Finally, something in common! Sort of. The word "Atlas" is something the both understand at least, and there's an even longer pause this time around as the blue light focuses in on the back of Cayde's hand where the Atlas mark lies.
It takes almost a full minute for the voice to come back, cautious. ]
You...speak, Atlas?
[ It's an almost wheezy tone, gravelly and slow as the words are spoken. In a language Cayde will actually understand too, despite the distortion. ]
[ The line goes quiet for several long, tense moments. But the end result? Is a few beeps sounding from the machinery before the hissing of the gas stops as the valve shuts off. The turrets and their tracking lasers remain trained on Cayde, but there's a distinct clicking sound as the safety engages.
[ There's no doubt about it now that it has Cayde talking; his voice is loud and clear over the room's sound system and the owner of that voice knows the language Cayde unwittingly speaks. There's no way to fake that and the mark.
Without warning all fire turrets suddenly deactivate and disappear back up into the ceiling. The warning siren ceases, and the flashing lights turn off, leaving the room a dark. Not pitch-black like before thankfully; whoever the owner of the voice is, they had the foresight to at least switch on the emergency lighting that runs in tiny strips along the edge of the room. It's not enough to make out everything, but it's better than the initial veil of thick darkness.
There's footsteps ahead, lumbering ad slow -- and heavy. Something bulky is coming his way from the far end of the room, to the left of where that first terminal was. ]
[Cayde's instinct when he hears the footsteps is to reach for his gun and stay back, behind something that'd make decent cover from whatever's approaching. Gun's still got no charge, but they don't need to know that. Could be a friend, could be they're trying to lure him into a false sense of security. Could be totally unrelated, but probably not.]
[Either way, he stands ready and waiting, aiming down the sight.]
[ It's not a surprising reaction. Heck, the owner of the voice did the same thing when it was first altered to Cayde's intrusion into the decontamination chamber. And it hadn't pointed just a rifle at him, it'd been five plasma turrets (even if technically speaking, Cayde summoned 3 of those on his own).
He doesn't have to stand in wait for very long though: it only takes a few ceaseless moments before those heavy footsteps get nearer...and nearer...
And then this hulk of a guy lumbers into the room.
Easily eight feet tall he towers over the Exo, shoulders slightly hunched. Its head sits lower on its body, almost on the collarbone, and whether or not it had a neck is anyone's guess. It's hard to look past the utterly skull-looking face it's got going on, an odd series of dreadlocks-like strips of something hanging down from it. Its almost as long as its entire body, and each hand sports four eerily long, carapace-like fingers. Although that could just be the massive suit it's wearing.
In a strange contrast the massive being has unproportionally small feet, toed, but seeming to give it no issues with balance.
It lumbers its way over to Cayde without hesitation or care for the gun levelled at it, coming to a stop only a few feet from Cayde with arms hanging down at its sides. ]
You... Atlas?
[ It's voice is less distorted now that it isn't being blared over a speaker, almost hollow and raspy. Less gravelly, but heavy and slow. ]
[Wow it just does not give a shit about the gun, huh. Cayde doesn't drop it just yet, though his posture does relax some, instead adjusting his aim for his new friend's face. They don't seem to be offended.]
Maybe? [Cayde shakes his head.] Got no idea what Atlas is, but apparently I'm supposed to be looking for it.
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[He unfurls, trying and failing to reorient himself, and moves to a wall to try and help himself get about down here. Might as well take advantage of the situation, right?]
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The broken (and unbroken) remains of Kharid egg clusters lie scattered about, tucked in near equipment and bits of rock alike. The air down here is more humid, cool. Perfect for raising what looks like it would've been a rather large cluster of eggs had the Queen & her colony not up and abandoned it.
There isn't much light to go off in the area aside from odd matches of glowing fungus which grows off the room's walls in varying locations, but it's enough to see that Cayde's in what looks like some sort of decontamination bay of some kind, in the room right before processing. A sealable chamber lies in front of him, the only way forward through this part of the ship.
Unlike the upper floors this room doesn't have as many loose object to get tossed around so the damage to it is less, and just past processing on the farthest end of the the room is what looks like a small, flickering light on a terminal.
Cayde's suit drops another percentage.
What now, Cayde? ]
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[Cayde sucks in a breath, or at least makes a noise like he is anyway. Doesn't really need it, but it's like a bit of muscle memory giving him the moment he needs to get his head on right. Looking around, it looks like a bunch of stuff to prime to cause him a load of hell. He's not too happy about that.]
[Spotting the terminal, he starts over to it, carefully avoiding the fungus and everything else. If he can get it on, maybe there's something useful? Fingers crossed.]
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And then Cayde failed his poison checkSort of. Remember that nasty bite Cayde got from the Kharid Queen? The moment Cayde walks into the chamber and past the entrance to decontamination the whole area suddenly comes to life with red warning lights that flash as they whirl around, a loud echoing siren blaring: ]QUULMOT. QUULMOT. A'SH KVALMOORYC JOGOSGOJA--
[ Apparently this place has just enough power to slam the glass door in front of him shut and seal the chamber the moment he steps into it.
But really, you did fail that poison checkTwo turrets drop down from the ceiling above and train themselves on Cayde's position in the chamber, red lasers trained on his stomach of all things, and not his upper torso....And then the bottom of the chamber starts to fill with green gas. Good times! ]
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[Cayde's reaction isn't panic, it's just a resigned kind of annoyance. If he had to guess, it seems like some sort of decontamination or quarantine procedure, and neither of those is something he wants to deal with right now. Especially when those procedures point lasers at him.]
[If there's still power, the mechanism is probably too strong him to force the door back open, but. He presses his hands against it, moving from the edges to the centre of the pane as he looks for a weak spot. Everything down here looks pretty old; if he can find one, he might be able to just bust through it.]
[Probably not, but you know. Live in hope.]
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When Cayde pushes on it a crack forms deep in the material, five inches long and holding. But with ore pressure it will begin to spread up and along the glass, like lightning bolts frozen in time. A good push should do it--and better hurry with it. That green gas? Looks like it might actually be tarnishing the metallic material Cayde's composed of. ]
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QUULMOT. QUULMOT. A'SH KVALMOORYC D'SHVASHOV. QUULMOT--
[ Containment breach. That's the general gist of all that, and apparently whoever ran this ship before had a zero-tolerance policy for foreign contaminants. Bob and weave Cayde, bob and weave!
The gas is still pumping, and begins to mist over the floor. ]
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[It'd be a lie to say he's not enjoying himself, he ducks and dives pretty effortlessly-- maybe not with quite the same grace as a bladedancer or a nightstalker, but still with a hunter's ease. Eyes tracking the ground for anything that looks like a power line leading toward this whole... Situation. First stop the gas, then deal with the turrets? Or deal with the turrets first?]
[Ugh this would be so much easier with a Ghost.]
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Unfortunately the turrets are still in between him and the terminal, and the plasma shots they fire out rapidly don't show any signs of letting up. In fact they actually start getting a little more accurate the longer Cayde dodges, just barely brazing his heels the next time he dodges, lasers tracking him right before they fire off another burst of them.
Less unfortunate is that there's plenty of upturned objects and desks to hide behind for cover--and the one nearest to Cayde has a whole slew of nice big buttons. ]
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[Fuck that though. He dives for cover and stares at it for all of about 10 seconds before he slams his hand down on a button, because he highly doubts he has the time to systematically figure out what they do.]
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In this case though pressing the button drops three more turrets from the ceiling, this time behind Cayde. And of course their laser sights train on him right away, lighting up bright to fire--
And holding there. They don't fire and blow Cayde to bits, and similarly the ones ahead stop firing without warning as well. Sirens and gas are still going though, and anytime Cayde moves the lasers remain trained on his stomach. ]
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[He looks up at the turrets, moving his hand and watching them follow it. No shooting, that's a plus! More turrets though, kind of a minus.]
So this is progress, right?
[He squints at the buttons, trying to figure out what does what, but it seems like you probably need to know the system to, well. Know the system. Cayde hesitates for a much longer moment this time, holding his hand over it and priming himself to run for cover somewhere else before he hits a different button and hopes for the best.]
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Sort of.
There's a long pause as a blue light flickers on from one of the turrets and runs over Cayde from head to toe and scans him. Then the voice comes back on, only this time? It sounds a lot less synthetic. ]
G'thovvy. V'ryyco vcsu?
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[He squints at the light, weirdly offended by being scanned when in such a dire situation, but he's still not being shot? It's really a mixed bag, he could do with a lot less gas. Like none of it. At all ever again.]
Uh... Don't suppose this ship knows English?
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...clossvy Atlas?
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Atlas, right?
[He's hoping the general gist that comes across is "I have no freaking clue what Atlas is"]
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It takes almost a full minute for the voice to come back, cautious. ]
You...speak, Atlas?
[ It's an almost wheezy tone, gravelly and slow as the words are spoken. In a language Cayde will actually understand too, despite the distortion. ]
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[He shrugs again and gestures toward tge decontamination room, because that feels more pressing.]
Listen-- I'd love to chat, but, uh... Can you do something about this from wherever you are?
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[ The line goes quiet for several long, tense moments. But the end result? Is a few beeps sounding from the machinery before the hissing of the gas stops as the valve shuts off. The turrets and their tracking lasers remain trained on Cayde, but there's a distinct clicking sound as the safety engages.
Safe, for now. ]
Gas is...no more. Who? [ ...are you, Cayde? ]
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[And he puts a hand to his chest when he says his name, indicating which part of the statement is his name (he hopes) just in case.]
Who've I got the pleasure of talking to?
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Without warning all fire turrets suddenly deactivate and disappear back up into the ceiling. The warning siren ceases, and the flashing lights turn off, leaving the room a dark. Not pitch-black like before thankfully; whoever the owner of the voice is, they had the foresight to at least switch on the emergency lighting that runs in tiny strips along the edge of the room. It's not enough to make out everything, but it's better than the initial veil of thick darkness.
There's footsteps ahead, lumbering ad slow -- and heavy. Something bulky is coming his way from the far end of the room, to the left of where that first terminal was. ]
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[Either way, he stands ready and waiting, aiming down the sight.]
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He doesn't have to stand in wait for very long though: it only takes a few ceaseless moments before those heavy footsteps get nearer...and nearer...
And then this hulk of a guy lumbers into the room.
Easily eight feet tall he towers over the Exo, shoulders slightly hunched. Its head sits lower on its body, almost on the collarbone, and whether or not it had a neck is anyone's guess. It's hard to look past the utterly skull-looking face it's got going on, an odd series of dreadlocks-like strips of something hanging down from it. Its almost as long as its entire body, and each hand sports four eerily long, carapace-like fingers. Although that could just be the massive suit it's wearing.
In a strange contrast the massive being has unproportionally small feet, toed, but seeming to give it no issues with balance.
It lumbers its way over to Cayde without hesitation or care for the gun levelled at it, coming to a stop only a few feet from Cayde with arms hanging down at its sides. ]
You... Atlas?
[ It's voice is less distorted now that it isn't being blared over a speaker, almost hollow and raspy. Less gravelly, but heavy and slow. ]
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Maybe? [Cayde shakes his head.] Got no idea what Atlas is, but apparently I'm supposed to be looking for it.
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here comes the cavalry, 15 minutes late with starbucks
did you bring enough for cayde to have some tho
no he has to get his own
wow rude jess
look starbucks is expensive and she's not made of money
this poor robot suffers so much
and who's fault is that
i'm gonna blame inui
i mean. fair.
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