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

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. ]