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

[widowing]

There's a few things that are...interesting. I haven't gone over what's available in too much depth, but I'm sure there's a few things on them that you can pick apart if nothing else.

[ as she's still talking, she could swear she hears movement very close to them. it's not too unusual, they're not the only ones who are rooting the place, but this movement sounds like it's coming from almost directly above them, and she stops in her tracks immediately, listening intently as her grip tightens slightly on the datapad she's holding. it's gone, but if it comes back, she wants to know exactly where it came from.

clint asks her what's going on, and she looks at him, glancing deliberately towards the ceiling before her eyes land back on him. ]

Nothing. Thought I found something, but it's gonna need a closer look.

[ she tucks the datapad into her bag and moves closer to where he's standing, moving the knife she's got tucked into the waistband of her jeans to inside the sleeve of her jacket as she walks over. ]

What have you found so far?

[throwsdown]

[Ooooh man, that was close. He breathes softly through his nose and curls himself up closer to his body, watching intently from the shadows. Movies, though! Movies are so cool; maybe he can ask if he can watch some movies, too. He hasn't seen any while he's been here, so far...

He redirects his attention with the perk of his chin toward the question.

Thought she found something? Is it something important? Maybe more pirates. Maybe not all of them died...

He'll be super helpful and make sure everything's okay! He's back-up! Silent back-up.

Yes!!]

[recalibration]

[ clint fiddles with the media pad, pressing a few buttons her and there. the logic behind these things isn't far off from the stuff he's used to, and he pulls up a video in no time. the volume starts off super loud but he turns it to mute after a second. ]

Looks watchable enough.

[ clint doesn't bother stealing a glance towards the ceiling...better to stay casual if it is something. they might be being watched, maybe a pirate straggler or someone from the ship. ]

Datapads, communicators, couple of them had rifles in their room. Oh, some clothes... little worn but good enough. Lot of personal effects, you might want to take a look in some of the women's rooms.

[widowing]

You trying to say something about my wardrobe, Barton?

[ she can't quite hear what she'd thought she'd heard before, but that doesn't mean there's not still someone there. she keeps the knife tucked into her sleeve as she starts to move towards the sleeping quarters of the ship. ]

I'll do that. From the looks of things they were hoarding whatever they found.

[throwsdown]

[Ohhhh--what's he watching? What's he watching? He shifts on his hands, trying to squint down through the grate to see; what's hoarding mean? For a moment, he wonders if they ever had any kid clothes, but that's bad--he didn't wanna take anything. It's not his, so. He shouldn't take it. What he does do is lean in, and the old metal creaks under his weight.

His attempt to not creak--draw his knees back toward the vent behind him--only makes it pop loudly back into place, reverberate down the length of the metal above the two already too-aware passengers below him.



Busted. :C]

[recalibration]

[ reflexively, clint reaches to his side and grabs his gun, taking off whatever the space equivalent of a safety is but keeping it held at his side. the sound is loud and clearly from where natasha was looking, but if it were hostile it would be attacking, not climbing through the vent.

he's....going to take the more direct route to figuring this out. sorry natasha. ]

Someone up there?

[ he yells it but not so loud the whole ship can hear, just enough to get his point across. ]

i didn't realize it was my turn, my apologies!

[widowing]

[ she'd throw clint a glare at addressing their eavesdropper directly, but that they haven't attacked yet means they're likely not a threat to them. she keeps the knife tucked into her sleeve, but she's fairly certain she's not going to need it. ]

If there is, you might want to come down.

[ which probably sounds none too reassuring, but she doesn't mean it as a threat. ]

good looking-up-icon teamwork, guys :|b

[throwsdown]

[Oh boy.

Oooooh nooooo — what should he do?? Heather and Ned'll be so disappointed in him for running around and being all... whatever the word for running around without asking is. He's five, leave him alone. But instead, he hesitantly replies back before leaving the vent.]

You're not — gonna tell on me, are you??

[Good reply, A+.]

gotta put them to good use

[recalibration]

[ clint relaxes, easing his hand off his gun after flipping the safety back on. he exhales a little, like a sigh of relief that there wont be another pirate added to the body count. it's just a kid, and one he's pretty positive he's already seen running around the tranquility at one point or another.

clint drops down to one knee (less threatening, right?) and shakes his head. ]

Nah, I won't do that to you. Probably not a good idea sneaking around here though, buddy.

they're not just there to look pretty!

[widowing]

[ natasha moves her hand to tuck the knife back into her waistband, not getting on her knee as clint does but showing both her hands, also trying to appear non-threatening. ]

You're not in any trouble, but it's not safe for you to be here. Did you come with anybody?

[throwsdown]

[... A huff. And then he very easily peels back the vent and hops down, landing on his feet; Takeshi knows it's not safe, but he thinks he's strong enough to help. He can handle it! Definitely! If — um. As long as they don't rat him out. He looks up at the two, a runty kid in a heavily stitched sweater with a black suit underneath, feeling small under the grown-up's looks.

Gotta keep himself looking strong and sure. So he straightens up.]

I'm alone! I wanted — I gotta... wanna see what was happening here.

It's important to be... back-up!

[recalibration]

[ there's a hint of a smile creeping on clint's face, because damn if he didn't feel exactly the same when he was this kid's age. he throws natasha a glance before looking back at takeshi. ]

You gotta have someone to back up though. [ a pause. ] What's your name?

[widowing]

[ natasha doesn't interfere, just looks the boy over carefully for injuries as clint speaks to him. he doesn't appear injured or traumatized, just enthusiastic about helping them out. or someone out. ]

Did you come with anybody?

[throwsdown]

Takeshi, sir!!

[Still standing very still and straight, he's trying to make the best impression.]

I didn't, I'm very — I came here alone! I'm backing you up!

[An affirmative nod.]

I'm backing everyone up.

[recalibration]

Takeshi, huh? I'm Clint. That's Natasha.

[ he inclines his head back towards where natasha's standing. there's a bit of a pause before he shrugs. ]

Eh, I've never turned down a little backup. [ there's a half smile forming on his face. ] But it'd be just as helpful to secure the are and report back to the ship to let the others know what you found.

[ truth be told clint's a little worried this kids going to get stuck in here during the jump and not make it back to the ship in time. ]

[widowing]

[ natasha nods to takeshi, an almost-smile forming for her as well. ]

It's nice to meet you.

[ she glances at clint and nods in agreement with him once he's spoken. ]

Exactly. Plus, it's pretty likely that some of the rooms or hiding spaces are booby-trapped. You don't want to end up getting hurt while trying to help.

[throwsdown]

[He frowns a bit at that.]

But it someone sees a booby trap and gets hurt, somebody's gotta get them out... Someone else might find one and get hurt!

[THINK OF THE INNOCENT SOULS WHO COULD DIE]

[recalibration]

Well, that's exactly why you've gotta be our backup. We can't just leave you behind once we're done, can we?

[ this is good logic right? help him out here nat! ]

[widowing]

We can handle getting them out, but we're bigger. We'd be able to carry them if we needed to.

[ it's pretty clear that trying to logically reason with him isn't going to work out in their favor. an idea occurs to natasha, and she glances back at clint before coming to stand behind him, making sure to look takeshi in the eye. ]

But in case someone does get hurt, medical's gonna need to be ready to take them in.

[throwsdown]

...

[Good job, Natasha. Takeshi looks down at his boots, frowning.]

I guess... that's true...

It's good to save hurt people... I can carry them.