Eldrin-Kanthos

Kenrin says nothing, but his silence and a quirked eyebrow tell all. After a moment or two he recalls the request of him. He pulls out the flight recorder and fiddles with it, trying to get it to play.

Even more fear edges its way into his voice as he asks, "Bug, what kind of bug? If everything okay?"

"Strange? What's strange, Raishna?" Kenrin asks, confused and worried. Never a good sign when the computer says that.

Goon recently added liquid spiders as a chem.

Kenrin shoves everything from the containers into one crate and pints back to the pod. "Time to head back, you were right." He then drags the crate with him back to the ship.

Kenrin pockets the flight recorder for later review.

Kenrin presses the button!

Kenrin grabs the weed whacker, thinking to at least use it as a club. He then carefully walks over to examine the metal casket.

Kenrin once more checks the seals on his suit before climbing to the docking hatch, clambering outside and taking point. Once outside he cautiously approaches the wreckage, hoping to find either a weapon, lack of hostiles, or both.

"Pod 1 maybe? I'm not good with naming stuff." Kenrin huffed, still angry at the loss of his weapons. He hoped the crash site might have something he could use.

Fox said customs will stay as it was here before customs officer, but the job will be gone.

Customs officer is on its way out. It will make this null and void.

There is currently work to remove the customs job. Doubt this will happen.

Kenrin balls his fist, but stops himself before punch his locker. Stranded, no repairs soon. Punch filthy xenos. He nods his head and shuts his locker, climbing it the shuttle. He grunts and points to the crash site for his vote, too pissed to speak. Though not too angry to sniffle.

"Please do, AI. I will be getting geared up now." Kenrin turned and headed out. When he gets to his locker he begins the process of putting his dark green armor on, clicking each piece on place on his black carapace, checking seals and safeties as he goes. When he finishes he slips his bolt pistol into its holster and grabs his bolt gun. He starts to walk off before pausing and turning back to snag his helmet. Safety first.

"AI, put us in orbit over the planetoid. We need scans of it and its moon for anything that might be usable to power this ship." Helluva day... Kenrin points to Raven. "Bot, please see to his needs, he sounds like he needs more your help than a medics." Damn I need a drink and my gear.

Well, they we're supposed to explore. He points to the sensor console. "Somebody check that out and see what is out there. We need to find a new fuel source immediately!" He briefly considers taking the command chair before shaking his head, and resuming sniffling. Hopefully someone from the command staff is onboard, somewhere.

Kenrin coughs and shrugs. "Yeah, never been in one before. Other weird anomalies, but not a black hole." Realizing he is just standing there, he quietly closes the locker and sits back in his seat.

Kenrin grunts in displeasure as he puts the book back. He turns back and watches helplessly as the robot does its work.

Kenrin opens the book and looks for and index or table of contents. Anything for rebooting an AI.

Kenrin collects himself from the floor and points to the AI console. "Bot, get the AI online, quickly!" After giving the order, he turns to survey the bridge, looking for an emergency locker.

Kenrin quickly takes a seat and buckles in. Briefly hoping his gear is on board. He suddenly realizes that he is the only one in standard cryosleep clothes.

Kenrin steps onto the bridge and sniffles again before snapping to attention. "Sergeant Saunders reporting for duty!"

Kenrin shakes his head as he realized a moment or two after the fact that he had been spoken to. He mutters something unintelligible and follows inside.

Kenrin stops and admires the ship. Inspecting the lines of it's hull, the complement of weapons, and the engines on it. He figured he had time since no alarms were blaring. Besides, who knows when he would be out of the thing next?