"All right kiddies, looks like we're team Action, so I am assuming you all know what you've signed up for."
Cayde's not volunteering to be leader, but he feels a need for there to be some kind of conversation going. He's used to working with smaller teams than this, and they knew how each other worked. Obviously, here they don't have exactly the same luxury so they're going to have to do the quick version.
"And I'm assuming that you guys with the fancy guns know how to not blow your own faces off with 'em," he continues, even as he checks the ammunition on his own gun, an oversized revolver in worn black with white trim. "Main point I wanna make? We've never fought together before. We also don't know what we're diving headlong into. But everyone knows their own strengths, and it won't hurt none to let everyone else know what you do best and your preferences as to where you'd rather be as we set out and once we hit trouble."
The Exo smiles brightly at the rest assembled as though they're on a field trip rather than a rescue mission, slapping the chamber of his handcannon into place. "I'll go first, as an example. I like shooting things, got no qualms about bein' up front and in person with danger, and I'm not bad with a knife."
"I doubt any of us really knows what we have signed up for, Cayde..." Jon comments with a quiet voice, not entirely sure how confident he feels about himself among all these people that have already been to actual battles. But he has decided to pick up that gun, so here he is.
As for his strengths... Welp. Jon sighs. Right.
"I, uh.... I don't like shooting things, but I also don't like people getting hurt. I recover quicker than humans do and- I can mind control people." That may be the easiest way to put it.
"It's always good to have someone on point whose not afraid of getting shot at first. I've used rifles before, I did pick up a sword at the pit stop." He'll use both gun and sword if needed. Cloud had no idea what they were getting themselves into in regards to fighting. He turns his attention to Jon with a raised eyebrow.
"I've done a rescue mission before. I'm not afraid of being up close and personal when it comes to fighting. If we need to get around, we'll figure something out." He keeps his attention on Jon. "I'm best with a sword but I can shoot a weapon just fine. I'm enhanced in abilities of strength, being able to take hits harder, and I can climb high if needed."
"I'd feel better with a blaster, but this kind of thing is a pretty average day for me," Poe offers, shrugging a shoulder and offering a smile to keep things casual, "I'm all right with close combat though, I was able to pick up a knife. Also a pretty good climber," he adds, piggybacking off Cloud's comment with a smirk, thinking back to an old adventure.
The ship's bridge is enormous. Jon could easily fit his London apartment into it twice and have room for his office. That it's hardly made up by empty space is nothing short of daunting.
It has taken the group a good while to reach it. Two of them have broken off of the group to head down the opposite direction, but that still leaves them a notable group. A group is still thankful he hasn't entirely lost, given that the Archivist kept stopping in the long, dark hallways to marvel at the markings none of the others seem to notice. If this is actual Agrii text, then Jon really wants to study it.
At least the bridge offers some further opportunities for him to do just that. Which is proving a nice distraction from the sudden appearance of Tony's face on one of the screens.
Maybe he shouldn't have flinched so obviously at that.
It's thanks to working with those that have stayed in the shuttle bay that they have acquired access to the vessel's systems. Now it's up to them to decide what to do with the options this has presented them. Lights are an obvious choice. As is running a scan of the ship and its surroundings. But there is more they still can do here.
And while they consider those options, Jon is focused on a holographic map of the ship, turning it this way and that not merely to study the ship's layout, but also to study the various descriptions scattered all over it. Some of the terms are utterly alien to him, but to the Archivist there is a certain joy in figuring out this language.
But something else occurs to him and he turns his attention to the rest of those gathered on the bridge, for a moment leaving the map be.
"Should we contact the others? I- I mean... We- We can send this ship on a course back to Agra 10, right...?"
"Now, now, hold your horses." Perhaps ironic, coming from the guy who likes charging headlong into things. Cayde's holstered his weapon as he saunters over to the controls, glowing gaze sweeping over the controls trying to make heads or tails of it.
"We still got extra baggage aboard, and I dunno if we wanna bring them along. Also, said extra baggage had to have gotten here somehow, so they have to have their rides close by, maybe a mother ship."
He wiggles his fingers in the air as though deciding which buttons to push first. That's probably actually not far from the truth. "Contacting the others though, there's a plan. Let's see where everyone's at."
"You think there could be more ships around than the two from the scanner?" Jon asks with very little enthusiasm for that possibility. If the crews from those two ships are already enough to leave this Agrii vessel practically empty, then Jon doesn't want to know what even more of them can do in regards of potential damage.
"Shouldn't a large ship such as this one have weapons?"
"Can never be too sure," Cayde says. The number of the current boarding party, if the scanner's to be believed, seems to him a bit low for a take-over. "There are some key things we don't know, like how many Agrii were aboard this ship, and where they've all gone or if our friends in that one area there have disintegrated them or something."
He squints at the console, stroking his chin. "Theoretically, that would be ideal. Shields too, provided we're not dealing with the same manufacturer who made our lovely cruise ships."
Of course Catra was going to stray from the group. There's a whole other way to explore, and she's not going to wait around for the others. She takes off without discussing it with her team, and steps into the Medical Bay with her firearm ready.
"Oi, furball, wait up!" Chikai calls after her from about halfway down the hall, though he doesn't pick up his fairly relaxed pace. If she wants to go charging right in, that's fine with him. He'll happily stick with being the back-up. "See any monsters in there?"
"Nothing," she calls back, sounding almost disappointed. What was the point of finally giving them something cool to play with when their was nothing to shoot?
"Just a bunch of junk." She sniffs at the air and makes a face, "You didn't have to follow me."
"Oh I'm sure," he says, light and sarcastic as he makes his way into the room, "But my innate sense of responsibility is just one of the great things about me."
Taking a quick look around, he definitely feels he made a good choice. The medical equipment might be kinda dusty, but doesn't look like anything's broken. "Junk or not, bet we could get a decent price on some of this stuff on the way back. Or at least make some good trades."
[Since things were moving in a direction where Keith hadn't felt needed on the Bridge, he took it upon himself to go check on the other two who had wandered off down the other hallway. With a quick mention to Poe that he was heading out, and that made Poe the pilot for the time being, Keith turned and headed out the door without another word.]
[The bridge was the best place to go, and he's glad for the stuff they've found there. They're in the midst of figuring out what to do with what they've found when...wait.
Did Keith just go off and ollie out with barely a word?
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Uh, sorry, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go get him. Shouldn't be splitting up right now.
[With a sigh, he goes to chase after him, jogging.]
"WHOA! Dammit Stark, I thought I told you to keep an eye on those guys!!!" Cayde sputters, dashing over to the control panels and looking at the screens. No one saw him go falling over a moment ago, all right?
"Euuuh... So yeah. Guess those are definitely hostiles out there. Good thing we put the shields up, right?" The Exo grins, giving a thumbs-up along with it...at least until the next shot shudders across the ship and things begin to blink and fritz out. "Oookay, that doesn't seem good."
He turns about quickly, his tattered cloak fluttering as he looks for the video feed from the Green Room. "-okay, so we definitely got a situation," he says, his optics lidding. "I'm heading out there to deal with the uninvited guests. With what's going on, I think we need some eyes here though, especially if things are going crazy."
Sorry, Cayde. Jon saw everything. Though he isn't one to judge, especially not es he is backing away somewhat from the screen he has been using to try and keep himself occupied. Not that these alien computers are making any more sense to him even after spending hours staring at them.
"You don't consider this to be crazy yet, Cayde?" He practically snaps in the Exo's direction, for the most part just a reaction to his own mounting panic. "They are shooting at us! Can't we- Can't we fire back?!" And he's just gesturing wildly at the screens, consoles and buttons! Too. Many. Buttons. Wildly pressing them won't do them any good, right? And yet that's what Jon feels inclined to do right now. Which, obviously, wouldn't help anyone.
"I- I'm coming with you." He decides, moving towards Cayde.
"I said they're going crazy! Honestly though? I'm surprised they hadn't shot at us sooner. Was it because we put the shields up?" Ironic. Not that it would make him change his mind.
"Daaaah..." Cayde stares at the panels. Yes. Way too many buttons. He'd very much love to follow through with button pushing as Jon seems to be of the same mind, but just how effective would they be if things are flipping out?
"We needa get things stabilized, but I think we're gonna have to trust our backup on that end. In the meantime?" He pulls out his hand cannon and looks at Jon. It's a look that asks if he's definitely sure about this- not in the distrustful sense so much as the 'you remember what you're potentially getting into' sense.
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Did you miss me? I missed you. I could kiss all of you right now. Please report, in order of severity. The sensors still aren't fully operational, and I know this because I'm sure Cayde has set something on fire by now but I'm not seeing the alarms.
For the record, Cayde absolutely did not set anything but himself on fire.
...don't worry, nothing's burning. Other than that, our intruders have a nasty spitting habit, we haven't lost anyone on our side, and oh yeah- Jon lost his marbles and shot me.
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Cayde's not volunteering to be leader, but he feels a need for there to be some kind of conversation going. He's used to working with smaller teams than this, and they knew how each other worked. Obviously, here they don't have exactly the same luxury so they're going to have to do the quick version.
"And I'm assuming that you guys with the fancy guns know how to not blow your own faces off with 'em," he continues, even as he checks the ammunition on his own gun, an oversized revolver in worn black with white trim. "Main point I wanna make? We've never fought together before. We also don't know what we're diving headlong into. But everyone knows their own strengths, and it won't hurt none to let everyone else know what you do best and your preferences as to where you'd rather be as we set out and once we hit trouble."
The Exo smiles brightly at the rest assembled as though they're on a field trip rather than a rescue mission, slapping the chamber of his handcannon into place. "I'll go first, as an example. I like shooting things, got no qualms about bein' up front and in person with danger, and I'm not bad with a knife."
He gestures openly for anyone else to go next.
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As for his strengths... Welp. Jon sighs. Right.
"I, uh.... I don't like shooting things, but I also don't like people getting hurt. I recover quicker than humans do and- I can mind control people." That may be the easiest way to put it.
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"I've done a rescue mission before. I'm not afraid of being up close and personal when it comes to fighting. If we need to get around, we'll figure something out." He keeps his attention on Jon. "I'm best with a sword but I can shoot a weapon just fine. I'm enhanced in abilities of strength, being able to take hits harder, and I can climb high if needed."
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"And the flying, obviously."
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Hallway A > BRIDGE
It has taken the group a good while to reach it. Two of them have broken off of the group to head down the opposite direction, but that still leaves them a notable group. A group is still thankful he hasn't entirely lost, given that the Archivist kept stopping in the long, dark hallways to marvel at the markings none of the others seem to notice. If this is actual Agrii text, then Jon really wants to study it.
At least the bridge offers some further opportunities for him to do just that. Which is proving a nice distraction from the sudden appearance of Tony's face on one of the screens.
Maybe he shouldn't have flinched so obviously at that.
It's thanks to working with those that have stayed in the shuttle bay that they have acquired access to the vessel's systems. Now it's up to them to decide what to do with the options this has presented them. Lights are an obvious choice. As is running a scan of the ship and its surroundings. But there is more they still can do here.
And while they consider those options, Jon is focused on a holographic map of the ship, turning it this way and that not merely to study the ship's layout, but also to study the various descriptions scattered all over it. Some of the terms are utterly alien to him, but to the Archivist there is a certain joy in figuring out this language.
But something else occurs to him and he turns his attention to the rest of those gathered on the bridge, for a moment leaving the map be.
"Should we contact the others? I- I mean... We- We can send this ship on a course back to Agra 10, right...?"
It's a bit of a stray thought.
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"We still got extra baggage aboard, and I dunno if we wanna bring them along. Also, said extra baggage had to have gotten here somehow, so they have to have their rides close by, maybe a mother ship."
He wiggles his fingers in the air as though deciding which buttons to push first. That's probably actually not far from the truth. "Contacting the others though, there's a plan. Let's see where everyone's at."
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"Shouldn't a large ship such as this one have weapons?"
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He squints at the console, stroking his chin. "Theoretically, that would be ideal. Shields too, provided we're not dealing with the same manufacturer who made our lovely cruise ships."
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Hallway B- Medical Bay
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"Just a bunch of junk." She sniffs at the air and makes a face, "You didn't have to follow me."
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Taking a quick look around, he definitely feels he made a good choice. The medical equipment might be kinda dusty, but doesn't look like anything's broken. "Junk or not, bet we could get a decent price on some of this stuff on the way back. Or at least make some good trades."
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Between Bridge and Medical
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Did Keith just go off and ollie out with barely a word?
For the love of...]
Uh, sorry, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go get him. Shouldn't be splitting up right now.
[With a sigh, he goes to chase after him, jogging.]
Hey, Keith, wait up!
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[The Exo stares off after them.]
And this is not splitting up, how?!?
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[Keith paused for Lance to catch up. Oh, he recognized that look. He sighed.]
I know what you're going to say, so don't. We have two people wandering off alone down that other hallway. I was gonna go check on them.
DAY 2
"WHOA! Dammit Stark, I thought I told you to keep an eye on those guys!!!" Cayde sputters, dashing over to the control panels and looking at the screens. No one saw him go falling over a moment ago, all right?
"Euuuh... So yeah. Guess those are definitely hostiles out there. Good thing we put the shields up, right?" The Exo grins, giving a thumbs-up along with it...at least until the next shot shudders across the ship and things begin to blink and fritz out. "Oookay, that doesn't seem good."
He turns about quickly, his tattered cloak fluttering as he looks for the video feed from the Green Room. "-okay, so we definitely got a situation," he says, his optics lidding. "I'm heading out there to deal with the uninvited guests. With what's going on, I think we need some eyes here though, especially if things are going crazy."
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"You don't consider this to be crazy yet, Cayde?" He practically snaps in the Exo's direction, for the most part just a reaction to his own mounting panic. "They are shooting at us! Can't we- Can't we fire back?!" And he's just gesturing wildly at the screens, consoles and buttons! Too. Many. Buttons. Wildly pressing them won't do them any good, right? And yet that's what Jon feels inclined to do right now. Which, obviously, wouldn't help anyone.
"I- I'm coming with you." He decides, moving towards Cayde.
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"Daaaah..." Cayde stares at the panels. Yes. Way too many buttons. He'd very much love to follow through with button pushing as Jon seems to be of the same mind, but just how effective would they be if things are flipping out?
"We needa get things stabilized, but I think we're gonna have to trust our backup on that end. In the meantime?" He pulls out his hand cannon and looks at Jon. It's a look that asks if he's definitely sure about this- not in the distrustful sense so much as the 'you remember what you're potentially getting into' sense.
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[Voice] Day 2 - Crossposting to both Rescuers and Defense
--ryone all right? No-- -ure wh--s h--p---ing --
Ga Re -s down--
-ll she sa-- --Storm-
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Hello?
You're breaking up. Come again.
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Please repeat!
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Ga Re --eds medi-- attention. Wh---ev-r -appen-d -- ship, it's almost li-- storms on --ba.
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Did you miss me? I missed you. I could kiss all of you right now. Please report, in order of severity. The sensors still aren't fully operational, and I know this because I'm sure Cayde has set something on fire by now but I'm not seeing the alarms.
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...don't worry, nothing's burning. Other than that, our intruders have a nasty spitting habit, we haven't lost anyone on our side, and oh yeah- Jon lost his marbles and shot me.
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