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WHO: Wesker & ~~Friends~~ Your lucky self!
WHERE: Agrii Ship
WHAT: Goin on an Explore, meeting some Agrii & avoiding them hugs
WHEN: Rest of January
WARNINGS: E G G

Aliens...

Finally being able to leave that planet he has been dragged to was one thing. Actually going to space? Another. Landing on a different planet to participate in some sort of alien new year celebrations was.... Unexpected. And Wesker did his best to not get caught up in any of the shenanigans going on. Luckily this has been rather succesful. He even found time to explore the strange castle, but that had not resulted in anything actually worth that time. But all that aside he has finally gotten a look at their alien captors. Who hardly meet what little expectation he has had of them.

However, Wesker isn't ungrateful for the gifts. New sets of clothes are always useful. Though he wonders how these were chosen. And why. And what is the matter with the egg? And those are thoughts he keeps set aside while finally going to check out the large ship the Agrii seem to live in. Luckily the Agrii easily accepted the boundaries Wesker set in regards of physical contact, a single sharp look enough to tell them to not dare trying to give him one of their four-armed hugs. It's a pleasant detail to discover that apparently he has come to be someone the Agrii are cautious around.

It doesn't take him long to notice that there is a lot on this ship and the Agrii living on it that brings up more questions than the ones he already has. Questions that will be hard to get answers to given how few of the Agrii are actually able to communicate with him.

"At this point it might be faster if I start to learn their language." The man grumbles to no one in particular after getting what one may generously consider directions from one of the Agrii.

To control or to be controlled

After checking the medical facilities and some other areas on the ship in an attempt to learn more about their alien hosts, Wesker finds himself in a much more ominous room. A room that immediately feels more promising. Not that learning about the Agrii's skin care didn't have its own value, but this room is a very obvious look behind the scenes of what's going on back on Agra-10. Moreso even than the theater had, even though that one remains a place Wesker plans to return to

Wesker takes to study the various monitors, dictionaries, every single attempt at written language. There is little order or reason behind the entire mess, but it's getting obvious very fast that the Agrii try to learn from those they hold captive. Or are being made to hold captive.

He finds himself in the large chair, one leg idle over the other and scanning through yet another dictionary and pausing at every little note scribbled in various corners.

"...why bees?"

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Now if it isn’t a little too obvious just who this nosy little brat could possibly be. Wesker is not someone that is fond of children. He had to rescue enough to know that. He also had to take care his coworker’s daughter on more than one occasion, and while Sherry was an easy child to look after, it still took away from the time Wesker had to focus on his work.

“And what would you know about adapting typical human perception ranges.” Wesker remarks flatly, at least acknowledging that little Stark’s observation isn’t necessarily wrong. But that’s really more his area of expertise. Making adaptations.

The adult waves a hand through the air. “That map we received will not get me where I plan to go.”

Effectively chided, Tony's curious study dropped away to keep his eyes respectfully on the floor, slightly flushed and his hands tightening around the communication device until the man also discouraged his map and he had to awkwardly pocket it as well. "Okay, um," he breathed deeply, like he knew he shouldn't have been talking but couldn't quite help himself, "If it's not on the map, then I believe the Agrii can't tell you how to get there, either. The people I talked to didn't know how the ship worked. You'll have to ask someone, maybe, the captain..." Ships had captains, but Tony did not sound or feel confident about that designation. He was pretty sure none of their fleet had anyone at the helm like that.

"These people are too disorganized to have any proper leadership." Wesker points out, dissatisfied with his own observations. "And I doubt any of them know how to reach that area. They barely know how to commandeer their own ship." Which is pretty telling and not necessarily something Wesker is unfamiliar with.

He starts moving down the4 long hallway ahead, leaving it up to the boy to follow or not. "I will make my own way if I must."

There had to be someone in charge, that was how things worked, and they were organized enough to be able to give Tony the map in the first place, so he looked dubious with a pout and covert pat at his phone. What he didn't doubt was that there were part of the ship that they didn't know about, and was very curious that this man was so sure he could get to one. Tony clasped his restless hands behind him to try to look less like trouble, watching the man go out of the corner of his eye, and only started to follow when he was far enough away that Tony thought he could creep along after him without being noticed.

Since Wesker is already familiar with adult Tony, he expects the boy to follow. But it changes nothing about his intention. If anything, he will have to figure out a way the boy might have some use.

And maybe mess with him just a little bit.

He takes a sharp turn at the end of the hallway and marches down the next, keeping his eyes on the walls and ceiling, but an ear out for the footsteps behind him. Making sure to be spotted before rounding the next corner Wesker stops for a moment to inspect the nearby walls, running a gloved hand over the cold surface of one of them.

It wasn't difficult to keep track of the tall man, and for Tony to keep himself hidden around corners and in doorways where he could watch curiously as the man made his examination. The structure of the ship wasn't complicated, and as Tony glanced up to try to see what the man had been searching for along the ceiling, he only twisted his mouth to the side, sure that was a hallway up there and hunting for some anomaly. He did the same when he could tiptoe up to the wall the man had touched, trying to mirror the motion to feel what might have caught his attention.

"And? What do you feel?" Wesker asks from right behind Tony just as the boy is moving his hand over the wall. How he suddenly is right behind the kid is a simple matter of looping back around. Made even simpler by Wesker's inhuman speed. Though it's not a habit of him to use his powers to surprise anyone, Wesker is always open for exceptions.

The man was just in front of him, Tony should have had plenty of space to conduct his investigation and time yet to catch up again, and he definitely wasn't listening for someone to come up behind him. He gasp was so sharp it caught in his throat and he went taut as a wire, clearly fighting a very strong instinct to bolt. When he didn't immediately feel hands on him, he had to try to process quickly, because he clearly had a second to talk his way out of the punishment if he could parse what was actually asked of him.

"A...wall," was not a good answer, but he had to say something, and 'nothing' was never going to be acceptable. It got the engine to turn over, though, and he tried to ease his hand back flat where it had tensed up into a claw. "There's a ventilation system here, it's vibrating. Either it hasn't been maintained, or it's working beyond its intended parameters."

Wesker turns a chuckle into a pleased smirk with ease at the boy's reaction. Children may be easy targets, but this is a case where Wesker allows himself to be amused.

"A wall is correct." He states and turns around again, but this time he clearly gestures for Tony to follow. "There is nothing here." He already knows exactly where he needs to go.

That was it? Tony didn't follow immediately, lip raised in confusion, and still tense from the discovery, but there would be consequences for dawdling too long, and he really didn't want them to be that he never found out what this man thought he was going to find. He had to briefly jog to catch up again, then rapidly transitioned into a respectable clip just behind the man, pushing his hair back into place carefully and trying not to show how quickly he was breathing from the run.

"Tell me, Tony." Wesker prompts as he leads the way to a lower layer of the ship. "What have you learned about this ship so far?" It's not a difficult question and for the most part just presented to see where a younger Tony's interest lie when faced with an actual alien spaceship and aliens themselves.

That this man knew him could have been another data point to make sense of his behaviour, but it wasn't immediately solving that equation for Tony, and it was hard to focus on when he had the new question to consider of how this man knew him. A friend of his parents, maybe, or the tutor he was supposed to find when he got here, or maybe just someone intent on kidnapping him for ransom money. Tony couldn't rule out the possibility. That didn't stop him from following along placidly, wondering if being kidnapped was all that bad. He could to talk about the ship, after all, which he did enthusiastically, immediately launching into the design points that he could compare to 'an underwater craft, like a submarine', then the total volume of breathable atmosphere that must have been contained, and an aside about how the whole structure must have been built in space rather than launched from the surface.

Wesker lets the boy talk and share his findings and observations regarding the vessel while he checks on his phone from time to time to ensure they are on the right track. This part of the ship is pretty much devoid of anyone but the two of them and if Wesker were actually in the business of kidnapping children, it would have been way too easy to do so.

When Wesker stops, he will have led the young Tony to the middle of one of the many long hallways facing a long empty metal wall. He confirms the location once more before crossing his arms and looking down either way of the wall.

"And what do you make of this?" He prompts the boy again, casting a nod forward and indicating the wall. If Tony is to check his own map, he will find that they have ended up below the engineering area and that what they are facing is the part of the ship simply labeled cooling pipes.

He didn't seem to have to check the map, though he had to hold his hands behind his back in a way that might have appeared prim if he could keep his fingers still, or stop the restless bouncing on his heels. He immediately glanced up, like he could track that engineering room from any point in the ship and had already oriented himself around it.

"That's the engines up there," he reported, "And...my theory is that their power source must be nuclear, because it would be sustainable for a long period, and would require a dedicated cooling system, one that is isolated from the rest of the ship's systems. They're being overly cautious, though. It would be quite safe, if someone would let me in to see." Clearly, he had already tried.

"And by overly cautious you mean there is no access point to this cooling system at all." Wesker adds, his attention trained on the empty wall for a little longer before shifting to Tony. "How do you suggest we get through this wall?"

Tony could hear the skepticism, and was giving the man a cautious, sidelong look up until he was suddenly turning toward Tony, making the boy catch his breath and quickly look intently toward the (blank wall) problem again. He evidently hadn't thought about this hard enough. And when presented with a wall, the solution was not often to go through it.

"If it is a cooling system," he acknowledged, adopting that skepticism, "Then it can't be entirely self contained. That energy is being used or vented, and it's not just there to cool itself." So there couldn't be no access point, and the most likely one was still in the engine room above. That would be the way through. On the other hand, "If there is no access point," he continued, "it would be both incredibly important, and highly unusual, enough to reconsider the entire function of the vessel. A ship, in particular a space-faring one, has to be fractionally efficient, not dedicating space to something that will not be used. So, it's not a ship. It's whatever is in there."

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