revivalproject | Ghostriders In the Sky [Catch-All Event Log]

I. There Is No Emotion
"They just don't make space stations like they used to," Cal comments with a shake of his head, the wan smile he wears suggesting his attempt to make light of the situation. It is a pretty dreary looking place.

He's had some brief training in such atmospheres, and knows that less is more when it comes to movement. The rest is all relying on reflex and the Force. Hanging onto his shoulder, BD-1 lights the way and builds up a map as they go along.

"Wonder what the story is here..." The Jedi keeps his eyes open- and his senses, for whatever might stick out. Maybe something's been left behind that might be readable. But maybe it's better to try and figure out how to fix the more vital systems first.

II. There Is No Ignorance
The station's proven to take more effort than he might have initially expected to go through and figure out what the problem is. It seems like slow progress, but at least with the combined efforts of others, they've gotten some parts shut down where the security's been active.

Cal returns to the Peanut ship when he can for some downtime and food. A Jedi still has to eat, after all. And then there's meditation, although that seems to be a bit more difficult than usual. Something feels...off.

He opens his eyes about the same time BD-1 speaks up, and the little droid never interrupts his meditation unless it's important. After a brief exchange, the two are roaming the ship's corridors, somewhat more warily than would be normal. After all, this should be friendly or at most, neutral ground.

Edited 2025-05-24 17:46 (UTC)

I. Defying Gravity
Cayde is absolutely in his element. He may not have been out and about in zero-G for a good while but it's like that saying about riding a bike. One might envy his maneuverability as he bounds effortlessly here and there. He'd waved off the offer of a space suit and helmet, insisting the energy would better be used for those who actually needed them, and the Hunter assures anyone who might have concerns that his gear's durable and well-tested for such atmospheres- or lack thereof.

If you've decided to tag along with him, he'll happily reminisce about old missions and previous explorations while he shows off. Or perhaps you come across him as he's poking down an adjoining corridor. Either way, it's quite abrupt when his demeanor shifts, his gun whipped out from its holster as he's moving to either pull whoever's with him aside or push them down with a, "Head's up," bracing as best he can as he pulls the trigger.

His shot rings off and hits something in the distance, and the only sign that there'd been a threat to begin with is the searing line of laser fire that scours the wall, its aim knocked well off target.

"Well, guess this place isn't so dead after all."

II. When It Rains...
There's definitely a lot of upsides to being a robot and a Guardian. You don't have to worry about breathing and when a bad landing gets things knocked out of alignment, your Ghost patches you up right quick.

Of course, that doesn't apply for everyone, and it doesn't make an Exo worry any less when those on his team might be hurt.

Naturally he's volunteered to scout around while people inspect the damages. And while he doesn't like that the familiar dampening of the Light is present, it doesn't compromise his skill with a gun or a knife any. Unfortunately he's not yet aware of the things out there that won't go down easily by either, but that's something for Future Cayde to worry about.

I. The Station is Hardly Stationary - Space Station
Finally, a bonafide space adventure! There's little that can dampen his excitement there, even if the planet they approach appears to be one churning with storms. But that's probably just normal storms, and it only adds to the allure of the alien landscape awaiting them.

Even more curious however is the presence of a space station. An abandoned outpost of some kind? So many questions!! It should be to no one's surprise that Donnie's raring to go one scans have been programmed. He's not sure how long it takes ship scanners to check out a planet, but that just means there's time to go and check out the station.

Naturally, he's requested that his space suit be color-appropriate and he makes sure both his and Leo's take into account their shells and other important details that would otherwise make for an uncomfortable fit if left out. Apologies to anyone stuck on the shuttle with them, there are probably going to be sooo many selfies being taken.

Who needs gravity? It's proof they're in space, but it does take some getting used to. Jupiter Jim made space-walking look so easy!! At least bouncing off the walls happens in slow motion until he gets more accustomed to how to move and to not apply too much force so he won't go mashing himself face-first into another surface. Eventually he does get the hang of it. Somewhat.

"All right, let's see if we can get this thing rebooted," he proposes, because of course the best way to figure out things is hitting up the computer. Which means finding out why the power's out and how to restore it.

Easier said than done when weird stuff is happening, not that Donnie's quick to clock it as such. With gravity being lacking, it shouldn't be very surprising to find things suddenly in the way, or glitching systems. ...right?

He's found himself down a particularly dark corridor, squinting as far as the lights on his helmet will allow him to see, opting to use his goggles to see what can be picked up when plain sight isn't forthcoming on anything interesting. "Odd... I'm getting some power readings, so there shouldn't be anything keeping the lights off here unless it's just been deactivated- what was that?"

He lifts his head at a sound from down the way, unsure of what to make of it, much less what to make of the movement he catches in his goggles. Donnie taps the side of his helmet to in turn lift the goggles from his sight, but hopefully whoever's tagged along with him will notice the large hunk of metal hurtling towards them in those precious few seconds it takes.

II. Now Where Did I Put That Cheesecake? - Glitter Ship
Okay, so maybe he might've been a bit too overeager to go space-venturing, so it's kind of nice having somewhere familiar to return to, and a routine to get back to. There is the puzzle of working out the subsystem that had previously been used to compel them to the ships, or rather finding said subsystem. Picking it apart will have to wait until then, but combing through Veda's system routines is definitely a chore. Still, Donnie is a tenacious turtle, losing track of the time easily.

But even he's not crazy enough to do that completely without at least some automated assistance, and while he has his own written code filtering through things, it means he can put some work into other projects, like a new tech-bō. ...which would be easier if he could find where he'd left one of the segments he'd completed for the main body. That it isn't where he knows it should be has left him in a mood as he stalks around the ship between where private quarters are and the forge, looking for it.

-but hey! Maybe you find it for him! Just don't slip on the titanium cylinder down the hallway.

III. Why Can We Never Have Nice Things - Planet
Turns out? Actually being in an unstable ship slated for a crash landing is absolutely terrifying.

This is not the way things were supposed to go. At the very least, everyone's alive, even if some are in worse conditions than others. Donnie considers himself lucky that the most he probably has is a hopefully minor case of whiplash aside from bruising where the seat restraints had bit into his shoulders. He's extremely thankful he'd gotten his Lite Battle Shell finished or he's sure his back would have been additionally sore.

Going over supplies and damages is one way to keep himself grounded. Panicking won't do anyone any good, especially when the air's thin. And having an immediate problem serves as a good way to keep Donnie focused. He goes over the damages as thoroughly as he can, unable to keep from wincing whenever he strains his neck too much or pulls open a panel. But once his assessments are done and whatever bit of repairs can be managed, it seems they've still got to go track down the base after all.

Suddenly, exploration of other planets isn't as enticing as it had previously been. The landscape is bleak, the weather, unpredictable, but they have a heading, and what supplies can be carried. Donnie's never been particularly great stamina-wise, and the air here isn't helping, especially when he's trying to conserve what precious air they have with those breathing units. It's not long before he's flagging, falling behind the rest of the exploration team, with heavy reliance upon his...gardening hoe.

As luck would have it, Radley does find it, and he finds it by slipping on it.

"Whoa!" He throws his arms out wildly, managing to catch himself on the walls before he can fall and be hurt.

When he finally catches his balance, he bends down to the object with a frown. "What the ... ? What is this thing?" He picks it up. "And what was it doing here in the hall?"

A very suspicious exclamation, if ever there was any.

Donnie comes around the corner, having picked up the pace just a bit once he'd heard shouting. "Wh- There it is!!" he exclaims, pointing at the piece Radley has in hand.

Radley looks down at it. "So what is it?" he frowns as he hands it over.

Donnie fusses over it, but at least he manages not to quite snatch it from Radley's hand once it's offered. He dusts it off and then pulls his hoodie sleeve over his hand so he can wipe it over. Thankfully military-grade titanium shouldn't scuff so easily!

"Part of the replacement pieces I've been making for my new tech-bō," he says as he holds it up to his eye for closer inspection. After all, his original weapon had been badly mangled during the fire during their escape.

"The ghost strikes again, huh?" Radley doubts Donnie would be careless enough to leave it rolling around, especially given the care he's taking now.

"-the what now?" Donnie blinks, looking hard at Radley because surely he hadn't heard correctly then. Surely he's just being facetious!

"You haven't heard about what's been going on around here?" Radley frowns. "Stuff keeps being moved from where people put it. At least that's how it seemed to start. You're lucky if that's all that happened. Some of us have started seeing orbs or stuff actually being thrown around. Or spooky manifestations of people we know, like what happened in the Storms."

"Nnnnno?" Should he? Look, he's a busy turtle!

As Radley goes on, Donnie's skeptical expression shifts just a touch. He doesn't like the storm callback, nope!

"Surely there's a logical explanation for it," he insists. "I mean, we're in space and it isn't the first time we've used this ship."

"That's kinda the point," Radley says. "We've used the ship a lot of times and nothing like this has happened before. There's something loco going on in this particular spot. If it's not ghosts, it's sure doing a pretty good imitation of them."

If it was back home, he'd be the one trying to console Scotch about logical explanations if Scotch believed ghosts were causing trouble. But somehow, ghosts were sounding like a pretty logical explanation at this point. At least to him.

Ghosts are never a logical explanation in Donnie's book; he'd be downright offended if Radley used those two words in the same sentence to his face!

"Hrgggh..." The uncertainty of their current location does have to factor into things. "Well, it's true that the station had some strange issues with the remaining power. Maybe it's just bled over to the ships, some kind of electromagnetic interference. It's already taking a long time trying to get some surface scans of the planet, after all."

"Maybe. You're sure that's what's going on with the space station?"

He'd rather it was tech than ghosts. Probably. At least they knew they could stop tech. Eventually.

"...cause of disruptions are still being troubleshooted," Donnie admita reluctantly.

"But a lot of the problems have turned out to be yet functioning security systems. We just have to find a workaround until we can get to the main system to properly shut them down and reroute power to where it would benefit us most."

Edited 2025-05-27 07:33 (UTC)

"That's good to know," Radley said, although he wondered a lot about the problems that weren't the security systems.

And he somewhat doubted electromagnetic activity could do everything that had been happening on the ships.

"Maybe if there's some tech causing problems on the ships, you could help with figuring it out? Things are going wonky on both of them. Sephiroth's trying to figure out what's wrong on the other one."

Donnie wrinkles his snout at that. Of course there's something. "I suppose I could since I'm here. I'll ask Veda for ship scans on any unusual power fluctuations. That should be manageable even with ongoing scans of the planet's surface."

"Thanks. Maybe we can finally get to the bottom of it," Radley hopes.

That's something Donnie will agree to. He hasn't experienced much by way of this weirdness himself, and one misplaced part isn't too much to go by, but he's also been around long enough to know weird things happen in general in this place away from home.

"Yeah, there's got to be a good reason for it," he nods.

"I've been making a list of everything I know of that's happened so far, if that might help with clues," he says.

"So you've been on a lot of space stations?"

That was a comfort. Because Robin? She was so completely freaked out by this process. But come on, how many times in her life was she ever going to be offered the chance to go on a space walk? And going with Cal who was so clearly competent and bad ass and who could keep her ass out of trouble, of course she was going to say yes.

Didn't mean she wasn't so totally out of her depth with trying to move around.

"From the bridge the view seemed to be a ship building place. So maybe they didn't need more ships?"

Except why was there one in progress then. Bad argument.

"God this feels like a movie about to go wrong."

Dammit, why does this keep happening? The space station had been spooky and violent, so Robin had decided 'okay, if I'm going to help out, maybe the planet will be better'. Plus the benefit of her friend Donnie who was a great problem solver AND who could kick ass.

Yep. Another fucking disaster going on. Robin was at least one of the lucky ones. Shaken but not stirred, no bleeding. Had to do with seatbelts. She knew those would be a good thing one day.

At least she doesn't regret having grabbed that medical thing before coming down here and asking the doctor to help her pack a kit. Which now she was hauling along, trying not to get left behind. Though she was more fit than she thought. If only the air wasn't thin.

"Hey," Robin says, coming to a stop by him. "You need to take a pull of air."

She doesn't know much about his biology, but it's clear he needs it.

"You're not going to be able to use your genius brain to fix the shuttle if you pass out."

Honestly, he needs the air more than she does.

Reeve had, quite honestly, been glad for the travel companion who was clearly so happily involved with this exploration. Someone who knew his way around this sort of environment, and seemed so at peace. Really, it made the moving through this place that much easier on him.

So the abrupt shift in demeanor had left him gasping in shock as he, and by extension Mini who was tethered to him, got shoved behind Cayde. The weapon was out before Reeve could even frame a question.

"What's happening?" Reeve asks as he does his best to obey the silent order. Cayde wouldn't change so quickly without reason. Or so Reeve believed.

Oh, there were so many selfies taken! Like Leo wasn't going to make Donnie fully document how incredible they look right now.

He's still admiring himself in any reflective surfaces, no matter how dim, dingy, or distorted, that are around while Donnie does his nerd thing with the machines and the electricity. That's definitely the most boring part of exploring an abandoned space station, but at least Leo can still admire himself while they're at it.

Donnie says something about things not working how he expected, yadda yadda, and Leo is about to make some kind of smart comment, but then he hears a noise that is not his brother's technobabble.

He spots it before Donnie, thankfully.

It's hard to grab someone and yank them down in lower gravity but Leo just manages to do it, saving them both from an untimely demise.

"What the heck is throwing things at us!?" he demands from where he's landed on top of Donnie.

"Ooh, yes, delicious data! I'll take it," Donnie says eagerly. "Are they repetitious or only singular occurrences?"

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