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"Is the ship in any current danger, this unit requires to go 10-7 for repairs." Says Raven, with a bit more statics in his voice than previously, before making his report of the current location the ship is.

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"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.

 

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Nirania starts wandering the halls of the ship, noting the sound of the ship moving. Sighing with relief, she peeks around, looking around for a crew quarters, or at least a medbay so she can grab some emergency supplies.

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Raven follows Nirania to the crew quarters, not before grabbing a screwdriver from the supply closet, stumbling a bit, apparently still affected from the incident, and quickly opens his personal locker, takes some replacement parts for his helmet and lens, and closes it before anyone can see what's left in it. "Unit is now 10-7, will shortly 10-21.", and heads off to a quiet part of the ship.

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Nirania smiles when she walks into the quarters and opens her personal locker. She grabs a medical bag and her custom energy pistol Acheron, slotting it into a holster. She fixes up her uniform properly, then shuts the locker and locks it up before anyone can see what else she has in there. Afterwards, she takes the time to sit down on a bed and stretch for a while, before heading back out to the bridge in time to hear the announcement about the shuttle.

 

"That would probably be for the best, Raishna. Lets get going quick."

 

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"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.

 

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After repairing his helmet and mask, and hearing upon the upcoming away mission, Raven heads back to his locker, grabs what appears to be a recent model of an USP Match, some spare clips, other sciency materials, and prepares himself for the upcoming task.

"Consider Unit 10-8, ready to operate."

 

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As everyone gathers their weapons they notice they're no long there! Instead you have a slip of paper stating "Due to current regulations, we could not allow you to bring handheld weaponry onboard."

 

The display lights up with a crudely modified diagram of the asteroid.

 

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"I'm sorry, I wasn't programmed to be a great picture editing machine. However as you can see I have detected two areas of interest. One is a scattering of metal components which may be a scrapyard or a crashed ship, and the abandoned structure. It appears to be a mining base. However it is not functioning." Raishna states, you approach the away vehicle.

 

 

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This thing is tiny, it'd barely classify as a space dingy. Let alone an away craft. It lacks any weaponry at all, and barely has any cargo space.

 

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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.

 

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Raven calmly closes his locker, and instead grabs a wrench, and put in on his suit belt.

"Overwatch, do we have time to verify both locations? If it's impossible, Unit votes for the Mining Facility."

 

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"Away craft does not have enough fuel for both trips." Raidna says. The Away craft, which is yet to be christened with a name, is lowered to the floor. The docking port opens and allows you to crawl inside. The interior is just as small as the exterior, and you can practically hear the crystal vibrating away, fueling this hotbox.

 

"I doubt that this away vehicle will suffice for long. We may wish to procure another ship." Raishna chimes, and she's certainly right. You could fit about eighty of these things in here. Hell you could probably even fit a few hover tanks or something in here.

 

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Slightly saddened by the fact that she doesn't have her personal weapon, Nirania sighs and stretches her scythe arm outward.

 

"Yeah... my vote will be to head to the crash site as well. Perhaps their fuel source wasn't damaged... and we could salvage it." She states. "With our little vehicle.. What should we call it?" She says curiously.

 

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"We are not even sure if this is an actual crash site, nor if it's engine is in working condition if it is one." Raven shakes his head.

"This Unit is 10-8, however, let's head out."

 

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Once everyone clambered inside, the hatch sealed and the gravity deactivated. The away ship started to thrum its way towards the crash site (even though you rolled a 20 for the facility and a 6 for the crash site). It didn't even have artificial Gravity, this ship sucked ass.

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The ship lands on the surface on the southeastern portion of the crash zone. You spot a few glinting bits of metal and maybe a container or two. You should probably put on your suits and go out for some loot.

 

"Scans complete. These are the remains of the Asral Sovereign. Pulling up specs now...

 

Astral Sovereign: Passenger Spaceship. The Astral Sovereign has a hardened spherical primary hull connected to a cylindrical secondary hull. It has a customized FTL drive, with sophisticated automatic navigation systems. The ship is equipped with 200 passenger seats and a landing shuttle."

 

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"Does not appear to have any Exogen or Outlands in the surrounding areas."

Raven attempts to do a few stretches in the cramped area, he appears to not have any intentions to don a suit on, probably because his own suit can do the same job, while providing a bit more protection.

 

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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.

 

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Beer (6-pack)

White board

Weed whacker

Radio cell phone

Small hand mirror

Physician's coat

Fuel (5 gallons)

Jumper cables

Leather football

Gasoline Generator

 

Wow, great haul. The contents violently eject from the pressurized container and scatter slowly in a five meter radius. You probably won't find anything useful beside ancient petrols and generators.

 

You spot a large metal casket in the distance, it appears to be designed to withstand quite a beating and is probably the black box.

 


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