Ghostriders In the Sky [Catch-All Event Log]

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Cal Kestis, Cayde-6, Donnie and youie?
WHERE: Ships, station and planetside
WHAT: Stuff
WHEN: During the event thing
WARNINGS: N/A

((Setting up separate comment TLs for each of the boys))

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[plate_builder]

"Clear for now," Reeve corrects with a shrug. But..."

He considers.

"I have an idea for how to find out what happened. Can you bring me the least damaged one we took out?"

[deal_me_in]

The Exo pauses as he figures maybe Reeve's right there. They hadn't even expected these things to pop up.

"One sec," he says, pushing off at an angle so he can use the walls to propel himself off of as he makes way.

"Huh, drones of some kind." He tugs at the one he'd shot, dragging it along behind him as he floats on back. "Sure did a number on the others, heh! This one's leg almost got melted off from your fancy flames." He sets the thing between them, a six-legged drone with a single 'eye' on a rotating base, a hole punched right through said eye.

[plate_builder]

"Well, let's see if we left any processors behind between the two of us. Mini, be prepared."

"Aye aye," the cat says, pulling on its cord to get closer to Reeve and attach himself to Reeve's suit. "Don't get yaself killed while I'm out of it. I'll be disappointed."

"I know," Reeve agreed with a nod. "Keep your eyes open, Cayde. I'm going to try and awaken this and forge a connection. See if I can't figure out what it's connected to. It could go badly. It could draw attention."

[deal_me_in]

"You're what now?" Cayde blinks, glancing between Reeve and the cat. Well, at least he has his orders. He bounces his gun against his shoulder, giving a nod.

"I like attention anyway," he quips with a grin. "Leave it to me."

[plate_builder]

"At least that's one of us."

And then Reeve closes his eyes, hands of his suit on the construct. As he does so Mini goes utterly limp. The thing in Reeve's hand shudders, tries to move, and then goes limp once more. Reeve sighs before reaching out to Mini to lay a hand on it. After a moment and a faint spark of soft green light, Mini starts moving again.

"Too damaged," Reeve says. "Maybe if there are more in the future, we try and take one that is more intact. Actually, I'll be honest, there are more. I could tell that much."

[deal_me_in]

Cayde scratches his head as he watches, perhaps just a tiny bit disappointed when nothing else happens.

"If they're all part of a network of some kind, shouldn't we be looking for a computer instead?"

[plate_builder]

"We should," Reeve agrees with a nod. Not that he likes the idea of going toward whatever is trying to kill them. "So I suppose the best plan is to head toward wherever they are coming from."

Going right into the metaphorical behemoth's mouth as it were.

[deal_me_in]

"Sounds about right to me," Cayde grins, seeming entirely too at ease with this proposition. But then how else does one plan on taking out an evil drone hive?

He turns, shoving the broken bots aside as he springs off the floor and along the walls. "Tally ho!"

[plate_builder]

It sounds messed up, but Reeve was willing to head into this particular danger. So he pushes off after Cayde. Though with less speed than the Exo was managing.

"Do you do this thing normally back home?"

[deal_me_in]

"Maybe not as often but the possibility comes up more than enough."

The Exo grabs onto the corner of the wall once they come to a turn, using it to swing himself around, albeit very slowly, down the next hallway. "Not all atmospheres have gravity or are breathable, after all. Always a potential when you're out traveling in space."

[plate_builder]

Seriously? Reeve sighs and shakes his head.

"I know Cid talked about the vacuum, but I had assumed that most planets had a good atmosphere."

Which had, of course, been accurate so far in the places they had visited. For now he goes around the corner and then pushes himself further down. He assumed if Cayde hadn't started shooting, nothing was there.