[CLOSED] Techspedition #1: I Got My Hard Disk (With All That Hard Disk Trash Inside)

[ryuuzaki]

CHARACTERS: "Ryuuzaki", Bail Organa, Darcy Lewis, Rikku, Rey, Firo Prochainezo, Fenris, Tadashi Hamada, Carlisle Longinmouth, "Didi" (Death)
LOCATION: Into an elevator shaft running from Medbay to near the old Comms Hub, and back -- if they're lucky.
WARNINGS: PG-13 at the moment. Danger, potential for temporary gore.
SUMMARY: The first extensive tech salvage expedition into the ship. Slightly backdated to September 3-4.
NOTES: Will get starters up in the next day or so. Information pack is here! Any format is fine. If some characters would like to talk amongst themselves, just make those threads under the main headers.



[Console, "14-zero-zero". Video.]

Comments

Re: COMMS HUB

[bailedontheempire]

Bail's not the sort you'd typically expect on a mission like this. ANd most of the reason he's along is, of course, comms nanites. But he's spent his fair share of time in among debris. Enough time on the front lines of a war.

He moves carefully, trying not to disturb anything. The last thing they need is a collapse this far in. "Some of this isn't as badly off as it looks."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle eyes the catastrophe that is the room, trying to find threads of familiarity in the debris. Still nothing, leaving him with no idea exactly what it is he's looking at, or even what it is they're looking for.

"Could have fooled me," he utters under his breath. To his untrained eye, all he sees is a mess, a room destroyed by a disaster. "What is it exactly that we're searching for, Mister... um."

He stops there, chiding himself for being so bad with names, especially those of people he barely knew.

[bailedontheempire]

"Organa. Bail Organa." He doesn't correct the title. Such things really don't matter here.

"Transmission equipment's the major priority. Something we can use to get things set up so people travelling in the jungle can contact camp." That was the real concern. Not surveys or chatter. Being able to call for help.

[tongueamok]

"Right, Mister Organa," Carlisle corrects himself. "I mean, I know we're here for equipment, but I'm not sure what exactly it is we're looking for... as in, what it looks like."

There's a sigh that's pushed out from his gut, one born from inward frustration. "It's probably just easier to let those who know what what we're here for do the scavenging, and for the rest of us to just carry things as necessary, isn't it?"

[bailedontheempire]

"If you could move debris while I examine things, that would likely be the most efficient approach." He at least knew what he was looking for. Direct the tasks as needed. Making the best use of people's skills was what he did, after all.

[tongueamok]

"I, er..." There's a pause where he furrows his brow in a way that says he's not so sure just how well he can move some of the debris. Smaller things, yes, but heavy-lifting is better left to those more capable.

Still, he wants to help. "I can try. Just tell me where I should start."

[bailedontheempire]

Bail glances from Carlisle to the rubble, quickly assessing the best way to direct him. "Here." The pile in question is mostly smaller pieces of debris and generally looks technical. It shouldn't be too hard to shift and will require an expert eye to assess.