EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ THE EMERGENCY SHUTTLE BAY & THE SCYLLA

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The emergency shuttle bay & The Scylla
WARNINGS: Potential disturbing themes.
SUMMARY: Exploration and salvage of the Scylla and the emergency shuttle bay it's docked onto.
NOTES: April 28 onwards.

An emergency shuttle bay is found tucked away above the 50th passenger floor; holding only two transport shuttles and a network console, it contains the final evidence of the pirates' work. Here, large amounts of the equipment and items they looted from the Tranquility are piled up: some waiting, some already packed up into storage crates for transport onto the Scylla— and some, though not much, already stored away on board. How they came aboard is made clear now by the two holes cut through the metal of the hull-side wall— the openings connect to docking tubes, which provide an easy route onto the Scylla herself. On the wall above is a message left in red: MAKE IT QUICK... And with the jump fast approaching, it might be best to take heed...

Comments

Handsome Jack; OPEN

[handsomejack]

Jack was no stranger to working on the down-low, keeping things subtle, and building things up as he went. Arriving to Tranquility, being attacked by Vault Hunters of Christmas Past, being thrown into a cell for a while... yeah. He needed to rebuild a reputation that was otherwise being slandered by his enemies. He needed to build trust, which meant he couldn't go around show-boating and throwing his now non-existent clout around. Jack was an arrogant son of a bitch, but he wasn't stupid. Especially, what with another Vault Hunter arriving? He had to bide his time. Working in the engine room forced him to kick back a little. Working on personal projects back at his quarters, and building on his own time? For all the denizens of Tranquility knew, Jack had really tucked his tail between his legs and accepted the situation. Now he had to convince everyone he had truly changed... which was outright a pile of reeking hot steamy bullshit.

He rode the past two months out, working quietly. With the pirates' arrival, well... why not get a little piece of the action? Not on the front lines of course... but... it couldn't hurt to loot. Especially items that were already stolen from Tranquility.

Jack boarded the Scylla, and wondered around at first. He found a couple guards, taking their weapons and other arms, but he was hoping for more high tech machinery. As he wondered, his eyes happened to fall on one of their engine rooms.

"Hello, gorgeous." He grinned wide, walking over and opening the door.

Jack took a device from his pocket of which he had been developing for months now. Attached to the device-- a pocket book of stickers with microchips inside. He had programmed his new toy to have these stickers attach to an item. It would then scan the mass of it, do some minor calculations, and with a push of a button it'd teleport inside a locked chest he had in his room. He didn't have a lot of stickers.. but figured he'd use it on the bigger stuff and carry the rest.

In the mean time, he scavenged lightly, looking for anything worth taking that he could pocket or stash in his duffel bag.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

The call of loot was impossible for Mordecai to resist. When he'd heard the Scylla had been located, he'd headed straight for it, concerned that if he didn't act before the ones who thought they were in charge started organizing their little "expeditions", he wouldn't find anything of value to grab. Of course, determining what was valuable and what wasn't was tricky, and he only had so much space to carry things that weren't able to be digistructed. He already had picked up a comm unit off of the pirate he'd killed, and while he hadn't had a chance to go through it yet, he didn't think there was much use in grabbing more of those. Anything bolted down or too large to be carried was passed up.

By the time he'd gone through the crew rooms and looked over a few of the bodies near the entrance, he'd only really picked up a few trinkets - rings, a necklace, a set of earrings - and the contents of several wallets, just on the off chance that they ever got off the ship but remained in this strange location in time and space. Disappointed with the haul, he made his way toward the engineering section of the ship, curious to see what might lie in there.

Before long, he heard movement. Evidently he wasn't the only one who'd come here early. Mijo perked up a little, gripping his shoulder - because typically, when everything was quiet and the two of them were poking around empty rooms and corridors, rats lurked nearby, and the little bird probably thought it was time to hunt. "Tómalo con calma, pajaríto," he muttered, as he readied a revolver, just in case, and rounded the corner.

hikaru sulu; open.

[leaps]

[ there's red text here. sulu looks at it for a long moment before taking a deep breath and starting to sort through the piles of tech they'd ripped from the tranquility. all of this had to get back to where it was meant to be, and sulu was certain most of it should get there before the jump. everything was in turmoil and his hands weren't any better, but he could do this much at least while everyone argued and shouted over their guilt.

it wasn't something sulu particularly enjoyed feeling, the sensation of just keeping his head down and working through conflict because he should speak up, should add to the discussion. but what more could he say? it shouldn't have happened, and yet--

there wasn't a lot of room in sulu's life anymore for guilt. he recognized his own breaking points, and he was trying very hard to keep away from them. so sitting here and sorting through stolen tech was a better use of his time than debating blame on the network. ]

[goldshirt]

[Kirk probably won't be leaving this room for a while, so when he spots the familiar bowed figure if Hikaru, he feels something ease in him. familiarity, undoubtedly, and concern that wasn't rooted in we're all going to die if we don't get our shit together. he still wasn't convinced that Sulu was all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Jim had been up here long enough to recognize Sulu's coping mechanisms. disappearing for days on end was one of them. it was avoidance, something he did when he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to see anyone. Kirk had the impression that most of what Sulu was avoiding was him.

he could understand why. Kirk had been pissed thirty ways to Sunday when Sulu had come back, but the fact of the matter was that they didn't have the time for that up here. they had to support one another because they had nobody else, not really. even with the rest of the crew up here, they hadn't gone through what he and Sulu and Spock had.

it isn't that he sneaks up on Sulu, but he does, a little bit, and he expects that's the only reason he notices the tremble in Sulu's hands when he comes up behind him, spots the tremor over his shoulder. Jim frowns. Sulu is a fencer. he's never seen his hands shake, not unless the situation was dire. it definitely shouldn't be happening if he's going through tech.]

Hey. [he says, voice pitched low when he crouches down next to the helmsman]

[sugarbear]

[ An emergency shuttle bay is sort of like Carolyn's wet dream; too bad she happens to be injured, he's sure she'd be up here helping if she could. Still, they're doing their best without her.

Casey finishes stacking up a pile of shuttle pieces and an unused welding kit, then looks over at Sulu.

It wasn't like he cared or something, right?

Snatching up a couple of ration packs from one of the pirate's pre-stacked piles of food, then dropped one into Sulu's lap, standing over him. ]

You have to take a break some time.

jim kirk; ota

[goldshirt]

[the jump was only a few days away and when Jim walks into the emergency shuttle bay, he realizes just how little time they're going to have this week. it seemed like half the Tranquility was in this tiny room, and they'd have to go through all of it. that was a feat in itself, but then there was the Scylla. the make it quick was a pretty damn good suggestion that they had a limited time with this piece of machinery.

emptying the ship should be their first priority, with others moving everything else out of the room. once it was somewhere that wasn't as precarious as this room, they'd have more time to go through it. Gunnery should try and collect as many weapons as they could find, too.

as it stood, Jim had one mission right now, and that was the ship's systems. he's armed with a few datapadds and a pouch on his belt of tools he'd need to get under the dash if necessary. he spares one glance up at the red text before he starts forward for the tubes.

eventually, he'll be found on the bridge, hacking into the scanning systems or with half his body disappeared underneath one of the consoles, like he's working on a car]

Re: jim kirk; ota

[logicunlocked]

[ The very existence of this ship is tantalizing for York, given the evidence that the tech on board is more advanced than what he's seen on the TQ. He could never resist the call of a lock that he hadn't yet worked out how to crack, or a security system he had not yet hacked. And there were too many on the TQ that fit under that category. It's frustrating for him, but he's nothing if not persistent, and it seems to him that fiddling around with more advanced versions of the same thing is just the way to learn how to solve that problem.

He has some electronic lockpicks he's devised out of bits and bobs of things on the TQ, and now was the time to put them to use. The cockpit door is open, but there's a lock on it similar to those on the TQ he's failed to crack. Investigating this clearly means attempting to use his improvised tools to lock himself in. That should give him enough knowledge to crack the lock open again.

In theory, anyway.

It's not the same as the holographic locks that have given him trouble in the past, but this is another example where having stereo vision sure would come in handy. He's not willing to resort to bobbing his head to compensate though, struggling to focus his bad eye instead, and tests the catch. The door slides open and he slams it shut again. ]

Dammit.

[ That's the third attempt and the third time he's failed to secure the lock. ]

[cargojet]

[ After this thread, chronologically.

Nathan had every intention of talking to Kirk about it himself, but getting the man alone was turning out to be harder than he'd first thought. The same probably applied to him, to tell the truth. Even though Nathan thought he'd spent long stretches of time during the last few days entirely alone, the truth was that those moments had been made to seem longer, simply because he was left to occupy his time with his own thoughts.

It didn't bode well. The whole thing was a complex mess, there was too much to do, too much to regret, too many things he wanted to but couldn't begin to explain. He wanted to shout at some people until his throat bled, smash his hands to pieces beating on the Tranquility herself, take Captain Lauren's lifeless body into his arms and shake the man for an explanation. Pointless excesses of emotion weren't going to achieve anything, though; they had to work on these things, one at a time, until everything was done.

And that meant cornering Kirk. When he found the right moment, Nathan closed the door to the bridge, joining Kirk beside the console where he could watch the door and praying that no lookie-loos chose this exact moment to take a tour of the flight deck. ]

Mind if I have a minute?

desmond hume; open to 2-3 other people (one thread); switch discovery and flashes log

[thatsaflaregun]

[Desmond's here to satisfy his natural curiosity and maybe convince himself that this really isn't the island after all. After all, he has insurmountable proof they're in space and all logic says that it can't be the island.

Luckily, he's picked up a group of people to explore the ship with- he's more likely to reign in his crazier impulses and be calmer when he knows he's just going to get smacked down for it. The island was a little more accepting of his particular brand of madness. Here... Madness was a bit different.

Still, this really wasn't helping much. It was the freighter all over again.]

I don't know about the rest of you, but there's something unnerving about all this.

gently climbs in here

[goldshirt]

What was your first clue?

[Jim asks, and he hadn't exactly been recruited for this, but they'd been going the same direction and that was enough for Jim. Kirk had plans for the Scylla, and knowing what others were working on would help him stay in the loop.

he isn't looking at Desmond, instead looking at everything else because, lets face it, anything that wasn't the Tranquility was almost like finding water in a desert]

Nathan Petrelli / OTA

[cargojet]

[ Nathan is black with grease and dust within hours of starting work. He's somewhere on board accessing the Scylla's onboard network. A decentralised system seems like a good idea, but for a scavenger it's a real pain in the ass, and so far nothing.

The equipment is more important. It's not worth wasting any of it, and when Nathan is done with each console he gets to work with stolen tools to hack the whole thing free. There's no time to be selective, it all goes on a cart and gets dragged out for storage in one of the ransacked kitchens on a lower floor.

Somewhere on this ship is the information that they failed to get from the pirates themselves, and Nathan is determined to find it. ]

[alaspooryork]

[Delta is going through the ship from top to bottom and taking a video record of everything, scavenged or not. He'll have time to investigate it later and compare the technology here to what is elsewhere on the ship. They'd said thirty years had passed, so there were bound to be some changes. At some point he'll run into Nathan and nod once he realizes he's accessing the onboard network.]

Excuse me. Have you found anything of interest?

[inebriety]

[Tony is perhaps a little out of place, dressed in an expensive suit that's been rumpled through lack of proper care. For all intents and purposes, he looks like he's just taking a stroll through and basically being a tourist as he touches this and that with no pattern to his actions. But every time he passes a console he's having it mentally taken apart and examined for data. It's how he runs into Nathan while he's exploring the place.]

That one just details shifts for the crew.

[faderbroderson]

[Godric has been acting as something of a guard on this trek, a responsible adult escorting a great deal of children on a field trip. As such he's doing his best to keep an eye on everyone. Nathan is no exception to that, although Godric trusts Nathan not to do anything deliberately foolish.]

Have you found anything?

[skillz]

[Q hadn't intended to enter the Scylla. In fact, he had intended to stay as far away from it as possible, keeping to himself and remaining safe. Yet help had been requested, asking for innovation and, feeling that a deftness with invention was his forte, he thus finds himself uneasily making his way into the abandoned ship, a backpack slung over his shoulders and an uncomfortable look on his face. He spots Nathan, filthy with the work that he's been up to, and feels a slight sense of guilt and awkwardness that he hadn't been helping.]

Petrelli. [That was what Nathan had referred to himself as in his message, so Q intended match it. Whether it sounds stiffly formal or not, he doesn't mind. Q had dealt with far more peculiar names and titles in the past, not even including his own.]

How are you? I had some questions about the message you sent me.

John Casey | OTA

[sugarbear]

Scenario 1: [ The shuttles on this deck were in a lousy condition compared to the main shuttle bay. They'd been keeping theirs tidy, keeping them working, but there was always a need for spare parts, particularly when it came to the more complex bits and pieces; whole chunks of engine, electronics, black boxes, thruster control systems. The same went for the Scylla, but Casey was less interested in that. He knew the shuttles, understood the shuttles, and the working pieces would be easier to integrate into their existing systems.

The pirates had made a whole lot of mess, but Casey was going to make a whole lot more before he got done.

Lots to do, so when he has his head buried in an engine don't be surprised if his response to any questions is to grunt. ]


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Scenario 2: [ After this conversation Casey reports to the Scylla's bridge and tosses himself down into a chair beside the con, spinning idly in it. There's a tranq gun on his hip, grease on his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a menacing glint in his eye.

Try him. Seriously.

He kicked his foot against the ground, spinning around again idly and then letting out a long, weary sigh. There's things he could be doing right now; important things. There couldn't be anyone on board suicidal enough to try piloting the Scylla out of here, right?

Okay, no, he didn't have that much faith in some of the people on board either; it didn't mean he couldn't resent it. Or get dizzy, apparently. ]

Scotty | OTA

[transwarped]

[Scotty doesn't waste time poking around the common areas of the ship- it'd be plain rude to ignore such cheerful advice as 'make it quick.' Words to live by, certainly, but ones that had nothing short of an ominous air considering recent events. Move fast, it said, you never know which moment would be your last.

He'd managed to keep his own set of tools from being nabbed, so it's with those he starts prying out bits and pieces of the engine room. Parts that had been in the Tranquility, as well as new shiny looking parts that offered to bring at least a circuit board or two of the ship up to speed in this galaxy. A small pile began to form in the center of the room, Scotty having no intention of carting things back until absolutely necessary. Never knew when a helpful laddie or two would show up to handle the less exciting aspect of salvage for him.

He'd just managed to wrench out a particularly stubborn bit of machinery, and the sudden release of part by the ship sent Scotty's head flying upwards into the frame of the panel he was currently exploring. Which was just brilliant, really. All this and now a bump on the noggin to go with it. And not a drop of scotch to help any of it.]

Cack.

[lifewithoutrest]

[Helen has wasted plenty of time poking around the common areas, and any other part of the ship she can access. Here or there, she's collected the odd item she thinks might be of use to her, but her primary goal is to learn what she can about these people. She can't help but wonder who they were, where they came from, so she is searching for answers.

She comes across the engine room just in time to see the impact, wincing sympathetically, even if it is just a bit amusing.]

I could take a look at that, if you'd like.

[For the sake of clarity, she helpfully gestures in the general area of his head. She knows relatively little about engines.]

Bela Talbot | Open

[onsilksheets]

While none of her belongings were stolen from her, Bela was still going to the ship to see what she could acquire for herself. Basically, a 'finders keepers' principle was what she was sticking with until she was done here (which might be a while if Bela decided to search the whole ship)

She's alone in her quest as she didn't ask anyone to go with her but it seems likely that she would bump into someone else because of what had been taken from the Tranquility; the damage the ship suffered was extensive and Bela knew that it would need repaired-something she didn't have a clue about doing. If she could manage to bring back an essential part that was stolen from the Tranquility, then Bela would consider that as helping without needing to get dirty.

For now though, she's focusing on finding food, weapons, luxuries and maybe even some alcohol. Bela was hoping for a treasure trove or Aladdin's cave on board the Scylla but she prepared herself for disappointment in case she didn't find any worthwhile items.

clint barton + natasha romanoff | open (bump into one or both anywhere, just specify)

[recalibration]

[ by the time tony had put in his request, natasha and clint were already in the process of gearing up and heading down to the shuttle bay. being gun-less usually would be a non issue, but with a limited number of arrows, it was clear during the pirate invasion that it could turn into an issue sooner rather than later. their primary purpose for this is to get some more equipment for both of them, enough to get through another such attack, a captain with a shotgun, crazy ship rats and manticores—anything, really, that he's been warned about and witnessing since he got here.

they make a point to get down to the shuttle bay as soon as they can once the route's been cleared. clint offered what assistance he could to get things in order and clear a path, double checked the explosives for himself (not that he didn't trust the others...but he might have pocketed a thing or two) and let natasha know they were good to go.

the route through the weird space bridge tube is easy enough. if it weren't for all the training he might be a little jittery about walking through the thing that had been so clearly hacked onto the ship, but with his bow slung over his back he's calm enough. ]

Find anything interesting in the brig?

[ yeah, maybe they should be talking about game plans or something, but clint's really curious about what she found down there. ]

( ooc note | thread for strike team delta but it's open for whoever wants to bump into one or get tag teamed both of them wherever on the ship. just let us know who you'd like and where. )

[widowing]

[ there hadn't been much there to find that she hadn't been expecting and nothing that any and everyone was looking for. there was no evidence left behind aside from the wounds and bloodstains, no way to tell how ward had entered and left, but she knew better than to expect to find anything. by the looks of things, she hadn't been the first one to investigate the brig, but if anything had been found she doubts whoever had seen it would keep quiet about it.

( or, considering what they'd just been shown, maybe they would have been. )

there were already a few items missing from the crew's corpses, but she'd picked up a media pad, two communicators, a few knives, and a gun, knowing clint was looking to get his hands on at least one. she opens her bag to show him what she's found so far. ]

Found you a gun, some knives, and a few presents for Stark. What's it look like inside?

I'll leave the choices up to you guys

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi really wanted to see the ship--and see what he could find there. After all, everyone was making such a big deal about it! And now that the pirates were... gone... he wanted to see what they had. He convinced himself not to steal anything--he convinced himself! How long that lasts depends on his will of steel (which isn't much at all). However... he worries about the adults getting grumpy with him. A little boy, in a big pirate ship? Heather'd be huffy, definitely!

So he just. Y'know. Gets into the grating above and crawls through it like a sneaky little bastard. And then upon hearing someone approaching, he hunkers up and listens intently, looking down at whoever the heck's passing by down there.

Maybe if he listens--maybe he'll learn stuff he should know!

He silently does so.]

both, either. anywhere. I'M EASY REALLY i guess their arrival?

[makedo]

[ brad's there — of course he is. what kind of recon marine would he be if he didn't take the chance to do recon on this; if he didn't have a look around and at the seemingly deactivated devices, if he didn't pick up some spare ammo and a small handgun for himself for when the m4 is a little too conspicuous.

he's been planning on making it quick; he doesn't exactly want to stay and chat with any civilians. clint, however, is classified as not-quite-civilian in his mind and that's why, when he sees him arrive, he stops and leans against a wall, m4 against his side and arms crossed.

a nod is all the greeting you get. he doesn't know natasha. ]

henry durham | open!

[prodigalbrat]

[ Killing and pillaging, it's all part of the job description of being a blood sucker. And fact is, even Henry the vampire wants free shit. New clothes maybe, weapons, books or any sort of portable entertainment, or lingering pirates who won't be missed if they're discreetly eaten...

(He's hoping most for the last one.)

Feel free to catch Henry on his search through the ship. He's curious, and will check anything out. ]

Church + Uhura

[cobaltblue]

"Wow, look at all this shit."

Church had just arrived where the Scylla had docked, per Nathan's request, and at the sight of all the things piled up, he stops and stares for a moment. The pirates had walked off with a lot more than he'd realized, clearly. Thankfully he's not the only person here working on cleaning it up, but admittedly he doesn't even know where half this stuff belongs, and there's so much it's all a little overwhelming. He's usually the last to want to be terribly helpful, but he's a lot more mortal right now than he's used to being, and his survival is at stake just as much as anyone else's. Besides, like it or not, this really is at least partially his fault.

Nathan apparently isn't here at just this moment, but he spots someone else he recognizes from the Comms department and heads over to see what she's up to. "Hey. Uh, you found any of the computer stuff they grabbed from us, yet?"

[linguistician]

"Not yet."

She's been rifling through the things they'd taken with more than a little reluctance. It- Felt wrong to be here, in a place where they had made their home and felt safe, when you were more than just a little bit part of the reason they were dead.

She supposes she's grateful at least, that so far none of the things she's come across are items of a personal nature. Just scrap metal, and other assorted items from around the ship that would be useful, if you wanted to survive. Nothing that screamed tech they'd need.

They could have spared most of this. "They weren't stowing them with any sort of order, it's slow going. Did you just get here?"