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revivalproject2020-08-05 02:48 pm
trpmods) wrote in revivalproject2020-08-05 02:48 pm
He spots Tony on his way to where his group is already meeting up to leave the shuttle bay and Jon stops short, unable to recall when precisely he has last seen the other man, but having a painfully vivid memory of how their last conversation went. It's a memory that brings back that unpleasant sting in his chest.
But Steve is right. And so are Billy and Tommy. Jon should try to talk to Tony. Before it's too late. Before either of them vanishes the same way Bucky has vanished from their ship. He can't see himself going through with Tommy's advice, but some clarity... That would be nice to have, right? Not that they have the time such a conversation would require about now, nor the relative privacy. Though Jon can at least find out whether or not Tony would even be willing to talk.
And so Jon approaches Tony cautiously, his hands carrying his small alien weapon awkwardly, almost as if to make sure he can't reach out with them. He comes to a stop several meters away before addressing the other man. "Tony?"
But Steve is right. And so are Billy and Tommy. Jon should try to talk to Tony. Before it's too late. Before either of them vanishes the same way Bucky has vanished from their ship. He can't see himself going through with Tommy's advice, but some clarity... That would be nice to have, right? Not that they have the time such a conversation would require about now, nor the relative privacy. Though Jon can at least find out whether or not Tony would even be willing to talk.
And so Jon approaches Tony cautiously, his hands carrying his small alien weapon awkwardly, almost as if to make sure he can't reach out with them. He comes to a stop several meters away before addressing the other man. "Tony?"
By then, it was clear to Tony that Reeve wasn't talking to him, either, and he had forlornly watched Cal venture off to try to find further access points, sure that he wouldn't have even gotten this far without the extra help. The systems were all there, Tony could see them, but at best he seemed to be able to compile lists and suck the air out of a room, which felt like a personal attack. It wasn't obvious to him yet what the reason was, but currently, as he lingered by the control panel, absently stripping a wire and with three more liberated from under the interface looped into the palm of his gauntlet (more yet connected to the smaller glove sitting, abandoned some time ago, on the screen of the console and waiting for Tony to decide he was just using the wrong hand again, obviously), the working theory was that these shivers that had onset about the time they had first spotted the ship were probably an awful distraction. Over the gold nanonetwork suit connecting his boots and gauntlet together, he wore the red, deep-sleeved robe he had been gifted on the beach for turning up yet again to a house that was all out of that alcohol, sorry, no really, to try to alleviate the problem, knowing entirely logically that he was sweating, too, and would throw up on this machine soon, so it didn't really matter what he was wearing, the cold was in the blood.
The approach wasn't a surprise, and Tony was distantly aware of the movement throughout the shuttle bay, occasionally glancing up to watch the groups form and listen from a distance what the plans were and what to watch for as they broke off to head further into the ship. They didn't all have maps on them, that was the first problem, Tony had to figure out how to push that to their devices...He didn't expect the voice he heard from the approaching person to be Jon's. He turned slowly, eyeing Jon cautiously, then more quickly to put his shoulder in Jon's direction as he spotted the gun held in front of him, not about the argue that he didn't absolutely deserve to be shot, but it was kind of a bad time to lose some vital organ capabilities if he was going to be of any use to this team. Eyes still on the weapon, he said, "You're going, then," not quite a question, and too guarded to be imploring, but a distinct thread of sick, longing fear through the already potent cocktail Tony was working with between the looming death feeling of this detox, the encroaching awareness that he was worthless at this post, the more general dread for the group at large and the gun that Jon approached him with. At least his glasses didn't appear to be broken anymore.
The approach wasn't a surprise, and Tony was distantly aware of the movement throughout the shuttle bay, occasionally glancing up to watch the groups form and listen from a distance what the plans were and what to watch for as they broke off to head further into the ship. They didn't all have maps on them, that was the first problem, Tony had to figure out how to push that to their devices...He didn't expect the voice he heard from the approaching person to be Jon's. He turned slowly, eyeing Jon cautiously, then more quickly to put his shoulder in Jon's direction as he spotted the gun held in front of him, not about the argue that he didn't absolutely deserve to be shot, but it was kind of a bad time to lose some vital organ capabilities if he was going to be of any use to this team. Eyes still on the weapon, he said, "You're going, then," not quite a question, and too guarded to be imploring, but a distinct thread of sick, longing fear through the already potent cocktail Tony was working with between the looming death feeling of this detox, the encroaching awareness that he was worthless at this post, the more general dread for the group at large and the gun that Jon approached him with. At least his glasses didn't appear to be broken anymore.
"Y-yeah-" Jon begins, aware of the posture Tony is taking and the wary look at the weapon in his hands. There's also a very distinctive dread radiating off of Tony. It's difficult for Jon to pick apart at that time, mostly because he doesn't like feeding off of Tony's fear.
He swallows and looks down at the weapon himself before tilting it to the side, both to show it to Tony and to show that he's not going to use it against the other man. "D-don't want to carry it in my pocket. It's too big. A-and... I'd rather not have it go off... uncontrolled." Oh, he's babbling, isn't he. Great. He takes a deep breath, then looks up. At least as far as he dares to. Which allows him to look at Tony's chin. Right. He misses that chin as well.
Concentrate!
"Listen, I... I-" Yes, he's already off to a good start. He tries again. "If- If I... If I come back from this. If neither of us dies or- Or... or vanishes...." Now that's a great setup. Jon decides to press through while he finds himself talking. "I want to talk." There. That's it. "I want to talk if- If you want to talk. We can talk. When this is over. When... When we're still here."
He swallows and looks down at the weapon himself before tilting it to the side, both to show it to Tony and to show that he's not going to use it against the other man. "D-don't want to carry it in my pocket. It's too big. A-and... I'd rather not have it go off... uncontrolled." Oh, he's babbling, isn't he. Great. He takes a deep breath, then looks up. At least as far as he dares to. Which allows him to look at Tony's chin. Right. He misses that chin as well.
Concentrate!
"Listen, I... I-" Yes, he's already off to a good start. He tries again. "If- If I... If I come back from this. If neither of us dies or- Or... or vanishes...." Now that's a great setup. Jon decides to press through while he finds himself talking. "I want to talk." There. That's it. "I want to talk if- If you want to talk. We can talk. When this is over. When... When we're still here."
As though he had given any kind of argument against it, Jon's confirmation made Tony's shoulders sag with some defeat and he forced out a nod of acceptance of this decision as he dropped his gaze back down to his wired hand with his tongue between his teeth, like he was in deep focus here. He kept watch on Jon and the tension in his arms out of the corner of his eye, not trusting that this wasn't about to end a familiar way yet, despite Jon's attempt to offer his rationale. Tony would much rather the gun didn't go off at all, either here or wherever Jon was running to deeper in the ship--he didn't have to do the running, he really didn't have to get into any confrontation, and he certainly didn't have to deal with it through the use of any firearms, but none of that group seemed to be thinking in any alternatives yet.
The setup had Tony narrowing his eyes, not sure how he was allowed to react to these possibilities, but the conclusion was much easier to take. 'Talk' obviously meant something specific to Jon, and that something specific might not have been great for Tony and, in fact, could just be a talk where Jon tells him all of the ways he had fucked this up like Tony wasn't aware, but talk was better than not talk, which was proving absolutely oppressive to deal with. 'Talk' was certainly better than getting shot in the back. With another sharp nod, not sure if the talking was officially sanctioned yet, Tony jerked the wiring out of his hand to liberate it for the cascading crashing noise he made then as he swiped his belt up from where he had draped it over the console and turned it upside down to dump anything in it carelessly from the deep pockets to the ground. It was loud and lingered as bolts and tools went rolling across the shuttle bay floor and Tony approached Jon cautiously with the belt raised clearly enough to telegraph his intent to wrap it around Jon's waist and gesture to his misguided weapon.
The setup had Tony narrowing his eyes, not sure how he was allowed to react to these possibilities, but the conclusion was much easier to take. 'Talk' obviously meant something specific to Jon, and that something specific might not have been great for Tony and, in fact, could just be a talk where Jon tells him all of the ways he had fucked this up like Tony wasn't aware, but talk was better than not talk, which was proving absolutely oppressive to deal with. 'Talk' was certainly better than getting shot in the back. With another sharp nod, not sure if the talking was officially sanctioned yet, Tony jerked the wiring out of his hand to liberate it for the cascading crashing noise he made then as he swiped his belt up from where he had draped it over the console and turned it upside down to dump anything in it carelessly from the deep pockets to the ground. It was loud and lingered as bolts and tools went rolling across the shuttle bay floor and Tony approached Jon cautiously with the belt raised clearly enough to telegraph his intent to wrap it around Jon's waist and gesture to his misguided weapon.
The lack of a verbal response is... Well. It's not exactly a surprise. Though in Jon's experience, Tony's silence tends to mean silent disagreement, maybe even rejection of an idea. Which is a little discouraging, making Jon press the weapon against himself as if looking for something solid to cling to.
Then Tony picks up his tool belt to produce an awful amount of noise, causing the Archivist to flinch at first. But what follows is... Another much too typical thing for this man: Offering a material token, attempting to fix something. But these solutions only ever go as far as to fix that which can be fixed with items, don't they. The fix they need is a different one, however. It's one that neither silence nor material goods will be much help with.
And yet Jon watches Tony approach with some silence of his own, but at least also not backing away from the approach. Right. A tool belt to carry a gun. Practical thinking as usual.
As Tony moves closer, Jon gets a look at the man's face, daring to look up at last. He looks decidedly dreadful. So rather than demanding an answer for his inquiry, Jon asks softly. "... Are you okay?"
Then Tony picks up his tool belt to produce an awful amount of noise, causing the Archivist to flinch at first. But what follows is... Another much too typical thing for this man: Offering a material token, attempting to fix something. But these solutions only ever go as far as to fix that which can be fixed with items, don't they. The fix they need is a different one, however. It's one that neither silence nor material goods will be much help with.
And yet Jon watches Tony approach with some silence of his own, but at least also not backing away from the approach. Right. A tool belt to carry a gun. Practical thinking as usual.
As Tony moves closer, Jon gets a look at the man's face, daring to look up at last. He looks decidedly dreadful. So rather than demanding an answer for his inquiry, Jon asks softly. "... Are you okay?"
The answer to that question wasn't about to change now, so Tony gave a dismissive shake of his head and roll of his eyes as he looped the belt around Jon and studiously fastened it for him. "Always," he muttered, then, to excuse the nauseous look that might have been caused by the nausea, that was possible, added, "Just getting my sea legs." Either the withdrawal will have passed by he time Jon got back, or Tony will have found something in this shipping manifest he was absently scrolling through to tide him over. As long as Tony didn't leave Jon with the impression that he needed to be cared for again, maybe the talking wouldn't be so disastrous. Now that Tony's tongue was unstuck, though, it was like the cork from a champagne bottle, and he said, "Is this it? Are we talking now? Because, I gotta say, I don't think this is a good idea, you with that thing. What happened to no weapons, where is that guy? What changed? You're hanging out with the wrong crowd. I can go with them, if you want, if that's it. You stay and figure out...this, I'll go."
Jon freezes when Tony gets close enough to put the belt around him, only a slight trembling of his fingers still clutching the gun giving away his actual tension. He doesn't even dare to breathe.
Too close. Too close for proper, reasonable thoughts.
He has to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath once Tony is finished and a modicum of distance has been reacquired between them. And of course Tony is doing it again: Distracting from the issue rather than acknowledging it. This won't be an easy talk once they find the time for it.
Jon exhales with a visible shudder running through him and he wills his hands to stop cramping around the weapon, forcing himself to lower it further while looking up at Tony and slowly shaking his head. "What didn't change, Tony...?" He asks, his tone slipping into a sad, yet not compelling one. A sigh, and Jon drops his eyes down to his gun. "There's no time n-now. My-... my group... W-we leave soon. I- I... I hate... Leavign you like this, but..." He raises the gun a little bit. "My job now. Just... When I get back." Yes. That's when they can talk. Hopefully.
Taking a slow, hesitant step back, Jon dares to glance up once more. "...please don't disappear."
Too close. Too close for proper, reasonable thoughts.
He has to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath once Tony is finished and a modicum of distance has been reacquired between them. And of course Tony is doing it again: Distracting from the issue rather than acknowledging it. This won't be an easy talk once they find the time for it.
Jon exhales with a visible shudder running through him and he wills his hands to stop cramping around the weapon, forcing himself to lower it further while looking up at Tony and slowly shaking his head. "What didn't change, Tony...?" He asks, his tone slipping into a sad, yet not compelling one. A sigh, and Jon drops his eyes down to his gun. "There's no time n-now. My-... my group... W-we leave soon. I- I... I hate... Leavign you like this, but..." He raises the gun a little bit. "My job now. Just... When I get back." Yes. That's when they can talk. Hopefully.
Taking a slow, hesitant step back, Jon dares to glance up once more. "...please don't disappear."
The proximity didn't seem welcome, so Tony ended up stuck in between the console and his pile of tools and detritus he had been gathering in his belt, and Jon and his gun. Without a good answer to Jon's sad question, Tony had to roll his shoulders back to at least appear confident, hand waving, in lieu of trying to explain that he thought he was an irritatingly fixed point anymore while everything else evolved, despite how hard he worked to convince himself otherwise. He only mirrored Jon's sigh as Jon started his retreat, biting his tongue with a joyless smile to accept this terrible date, great, something to look forward to, Jon coming back to explain all of those changes Tony hadn't kept up with. Some futurist.
The quiet request was at least some indication of how Tony was allowed to feel about that possibility now, making him readily meet Jon's eye with a hopeful knit of his brow before falling back into that cultivated confidence to gesture grandly back at his work at the console, then the shuttle bay at large before dropping both of his hands into the pockets of his robe and turning his intent stare back to Jon. He held it for a beat before explaining, "I've got nowhere better to be, boss."
The quiet request was at least some indication of how Tony was allowed to feel about that possibility now, making him readily meet Jon's eye with a hopeful knit of his brow before falling back into that cultivated confidence to gesture grandly back at his work at the console, then the shuttle bay at large before dropping both of his hands into the pockets of his robe and turning his intent stare back to Jon. He held it for a beat before explaining, "I've got nowhere better to be, boss."
Control The Horizontal and the Vertical - Defender Choice Log
plate_builder
2020-08-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
The day has been awkward to say the last. He's forced to work in close quarters with Tony. People he cares about and is concerned for have wandered off into the ship into an unknown situation. He's helping baby-sit. And Mini almost got himself stuck in a coolant conduit because he IGNORED Reeve saying he wouldn't fit.
All in all it's a very weird day while Reeve's arms deep in a control panel, inspecting wiring linked up to some of the subsystems at the control panel.
And when he realizes what he's looking at with a certain cluster of wiring and motherboards and other items... Well, the curse escapes him well before he can stop it.
"Jenova's tits, that's... Could it really be possible?"
All in all it's a very weird day while Reeve's arms deep in a control panel, inspecting wiring linked up to some of the subsystems at the control panel.
And when he realizes what he's looking at with a certain cluster of wiring and motherboards and other items... Well, the curse escapes him well before he can stop it.
"Jenova's tits, that's... Could it really be possible?"
Edited 2020-08-08 02:19 (UTC)
That was one way to break the tension. Reeve hadn't been particularly personable while they stepped around each other, leaving Tony to talk mostly to the control panel as he tried to coax more information out of it, the communication network wired back into his gauntlet and his pile of tools around their feet. He raised his eyebrows as Reeve finally shared his thoughts, dramatically placing a delicate hand over James' ear even though Reeve couldn't see either of them from down there, then hitched the baby in the sling up closer to his shoulder to crouch down next to Reeve's prone figure.
"Is that what you sound like when you've been electrocuted?" he asked, and peered into the console to try to get a read on the miracle Reeve had discovered. "I'm not usually that coherent. Not thinking about tits, anyway. I know, it's hard to imagine that could happen."
"Is that what you sound like when you've been electrocuted?" he asked, and peered into the console to try to get a read on the miracle Reeve had discovered. "I'm not usually that coherent. Not thinking about tits, anyway. I know, it's hard to imagine that could happen."
"That's a new one," Raphael mutters as he glances over from one of the boxes he's been digging through. "Sounds like someone's had an epiphany." Donatello usually has that tone whenever he's made some important discovery, however not so colorfully. He tended to reference Darwin's beard a lot.
He wanders over to join Tony over by where Reeve looks like he's half absorbed by machinery, wiggling a finger at the baby the former totes.
"What'cha got? You find us some weapons systems?"
He wanders over to join Tony over by where Reeve looks like he's half absorbed by machinery, wiggling a finger at the baby the former totes.
"What'cha got? You find us some weapons systems?"
"Electrocuted?"
Reeve can't help but chuckle at the idea. How silly. He slips his hand from the tangle and holds it out into the room. Where he is, he can't see anyone, so he isn't going to be able to comment much on whoever pulls him to his feet.
"Not weapons. Something else. Something better. I need to check the panel."
Reeve can't help but chuckle at the idea. How silly. He slips his hand from the tangle and holds it out into the room. Where he is, he can't see anyone, so he isn't going to be able to comment much on whoever pulls him to his feet.
"Not weapons. Something else. Something better. I need to check the panel."
Weapons systems weren't high enough on the list of immediate concerns for Reeve to be colourfully cursing, so Tony gave Raph a skeptical look for his priorities and asked, "Is that what you're looking for in there? That box is all veterinary equipment. Look, it says..." He indicated to the box Raphael was digging in and the alien writing up the side of it, frowned, and gave an apologetic shrug. What that box was doing on this alien ship was another matter that was mildly concerning. Reeve's hand was jutting out by then, so Tony immediately grabbed it to haul him out and up so they were both standing at the panel, where Tony was less immediate to move back and give Reeve the room to make a questionable call. That was Tony's panel, he was doing something. He didn't get in the way, but loomed sulkily, watching Reeve's work closely.
What could be better than weapons? The question is quite evident on the turtle teen's face, even though he doesn't voice it.
"-wait, what?? You could've told me earlier!" he grumps, not that he'd been looking in there very long. Although he has to wonder about why there's such equipment as well, he's more annoyed at how disorganized all the boxes around here are. But then that's probably just because he can't read any of them.
"I was looking for either weapons or ship stuff. There any of those?" he asks, stepping back as Tony helps Reeve up.
"-wait, what?? You could've told me earlier!" he grumps, not that he'd been looking in there very long. Although he has to wonder about why there's such equipment as well, he's more annoyed at how disorganized all the boxes around here are. But then that's probably just because he can't read any of them.
"I was looking for either weapons or ship stuff. There any of those?" he asks, stepping back as Tony helps Reeve up.
Anything. ANYTHING would be better than weapons. Weapons was violence. Weapons was a failure at diplomacy. Reeve mentions neither of these things and lets Tony pull him to his feet. Because he knows that hand very well, and knows it as soon as it grips his own.
Once he's standing he shakes his head at Tony.
"Should have told him," Reeve mumbles under his breath, intending to only be heard by Tony. The tension between them shouldn't affect the rest of the team. They were the adults here. Most of the rest of their team hadn't even seen twenty years. They were the ones with the kids here.
"Billy, you have magic, correct? Perhaps you could help the gentleman look for weapons."
Is he trying to dismiss Raph while he tries to process what he's found, crowding into Tony's space to control the panel? Yep.
"Tony... There were some locked functions earlier, right? Can you should me how you pull them up in the system? I think... I think I know what they are. But I need to see how they display on the screen to be certain."
Once he's standing he shakes his head at Tony.
"Should have told him," Reeve mumbles under his breath, intending to only be heard by Tony. The tension between them shouldn't affect the rest of the team. They were the adults here. Most of the rest of their team hadn't even seen twenty years. They were the ones with the kids here.
"Billy, you have magic, correct? Perhaps you could help the gentleman look for weapons."
Is he trying to dismiss Raph while he tries to process what he's found, crowding into Tony's space to control the panel? Yep.
"Tony... There were some locked functions earlier, right? Can you should me how you pull them up in the system? I think... I think I know what they are. But I need to see how they display on the screen to be certain."
That was an unnecessary comment, and Tony frowned for the unwelcome input, replying in the same hushed tone, "How was I supposed to know what he wanted? Maybe he was looking for medical supplies, he's a turtle..." Twirling a finger in the air to tie up that thought that Tony felt had been pretty obvious, thank you, he cut a look Raphael's way and flashed him an innocent smile. Reeve's suggestion for Raph to continue his hunt with Billy was seconded with a nod of encouragement and roll of his eyes, can you believe this guy?, Raphael's direction, before Tony was continuing in his murmur, "They're not going to find any."
Tony wasn't easy to jostle away, stepping around Reeve just to lean close over the other shoulder only when he had to, but he provided what Reeve asked for without argument. With both arms cradled around James, Tony tilted his head as though listening closely, and the display panel flickered with manic rapidity through a variety of interaction prompts and alien text before Tony arranged what he could in a logical folder array that Reeve could scan through, drawing up one for demonstration, labled first in unreadable alien lettering, display interference, then 'SECURITY -- MANAGEMENT'. "Most everything I can see is there, just..." he prompted, shuffling that file back into place and flicking the deck of them up on a swipable carousel.
Tony wasn't easy to jostle away, stepping around Reeve just to lean close over the other shoulder only when he had to, but he provided what Reeve asked for without argument. With both arms cradled around James, Tony tilted his head as though listening closely, and the display panel flickered with manic rapidity through a variety of interaction prompts and alien text before Tony arranged what he could in a logical folder array that Reeve could scan through, drawing up one for demonstration, labled first in unreadable alien lettering, display interference, then 'SECURITY -- MANAGEMENT'. "Most everything I can see is there, just..." he prompted, shuffling that file back into place and flicking the deck of them up on a swipable carousel.
Yeah, Raph knows when he's not wanted. All the techy stuff goes right over his head- this is more Donnie's department and he'd be all over it.
He looks at the two flatly, rolling his eyes in turn at Tony's, before turning to stalk off and try his luck with another box, looking for the magical Billy of Starkian legend. Hey, if they can't find any weapons, maybe the other kid can magick some up.
He looks at the two flatly, rolling his eyes in turn at Tony's, before turning to stalk off and try his luck with another box, looking for the magical Billy of Starkian legend. Hey, if they can't find any weapons, maybe the other kid can magick some up.
Security management. And the lettering vaguely familiar. Reeve considers the thing for a while, tapping the wall because he doesn't think he should touch the screen lest he break something.
At last he turns away from it, though he does have to duck under Tony's arm a little to do so. This is something everyone should hear.
It's... it's a decision he's not certain he should make. Unilateral decisions on this scale were something Shinra did, and he wasn't Shinra.
"I believe I have found a way to bypass traditional security protocols to instead route secondary, override control of the Agri ship's functions through this control panel. However, with the way the system is wired, if I do so from here, I likely would fry the communication network Tony has spliced us into. Granted the ship has the broadcast system Tony found. It's possible that will still function, so we can relay messages out. But we may not be able to receive them. I'll have to inspect the systems further. It will take at least twenty minutes for me to find all the leads and determine what might happen."
At last he turns away from it, though he does have to duck under Tony's arm a little to do so. This is something everyone should hear.
It's... it's a decision he's not certain he should make. Unilateral decisions on this scale were something Shinra did, and he wasn't Shinra.
"I believe I have found a way to bypass traditional security protocols to instead route secondary, override control of the Agri ship's functions through this control panel. However, with the way the system is wired, if I do so from here, I likely would fry the communication network Tony has spliced us into. Granted the ship has the broadcast system Tony found. It's possible that will still function, so we can relay messages out. But we may not be able to receive them. I'll have to inspect the systems further. It will take at least twenty minutes for me to find all the leads and determine what might happen."
Edited 2020-08-08 04:58 (UTC)
"We need control of the ship if we're going to do anything useful for the rest of the teams," Ren says, the words coming out a bit sharp. He's not used to going about things even remotely democratically; he'd been the Supreme Leader of the entire First Order and had been a Sith when there weren't any left. He doesn't do compromise. Still, the tiniest part of Rey in his head stays his hand. He cannot kill everyone here.
"There's no point in being able to talk to anyone if we're floating in dead space and open to an attack. All we'll be able to tell them is that we're being attacked and distract them from the task at hand. Control the ship. The rest can wait."
"There's no point in being able to talk to anyone if we're floating in dead space and open to an attack. All we'll be able to tell them is that we're being attacked and distract them from the task at hand. Control the ship. The rest can wait."
Negative. Maybe try next door. If you would like to make an appointment, this office can handle inquiries on surly attitudes, general disarray, and half remembered nursery rhymes.
Damn. Wrong number. Was was really hoping for the ramen shop. What's the wait time on appointments? I might have a minor inquiry regarding general disarray but otherwise patch me on through to tech support.
Tech support is currently overburdened with a real backlog of attitude problems.
[This might be why he accepted the voice call, to look Reeve dead in the eye.]
I can take a message.
[This might be why he accepted the voice call, to look Reeve dead in the eye.]
I can take a message.
That sounds serious. See, this is what happens when the fun guy isn't there. -that's me by the way.
Anyway, we're up here on the bridge trying to decide how to handle things. Shipwide scan says we got our ten unknowns all holed up in this one Green Room area, external scans show a couple of ships parked out there and I don't trust that.
This boat's got some kind of weapons and a...force...field? System? I-I think that's supposed to be shields? But...Agrii tech.
Anyway, we're up here on the bridge trying to decide how to handle things. Shipwide scan says we got our ten unknowns all holed up in this one Green Room area, external scans show a couple of ships parked out there and I don't trust that.
This boat's got some kind of weapons and a...force...field? System? I-I think that's supposed to be shields? But...Agrii tech.
Oh, we have plenty of fun. We've got Kylo Ren back here. We're having a riot. Don't you worry about us.
[Is any of this a question? Tony at least has all of that information, too, so for now, he can be useful.]
I can confirm those scans from here, and I've got eyes on those ugly bastards on board. I wouldn't recommend pursuing that one. I don't have any more information about the ships on our ass; they look dark, and we can't pick anything up from here. We're working on it.
You do have weapon systems that it looks like you can access from there. No ordinance is listed, so I'm going to guess it's some kind of energy beam like the handhelds. Keep that one in your pocket for now, though, until I can get back to you about those ships--even if they light up, don't engage. Our host wasn't lying about who was supposed to be on board here. I've got a couple hundred missing aliens to account for, and unless we start finding bodies on board, I've got one good guess where to look next.
It looks like there's no reason right now not to engage that shield system. You've got control of that one where you are, too. There is also some kind of internal shielding system--I'm seeing what could be translated to 'force field' in the security measures. It might lock down our friends in the Green Room, if these schematics can be trusted, but that's not the only thing. Are you leaving someone on the Bridge?
[Is any of this a question? Tony at least has all of that information, too, so for now, he can be useful.]
I can confirm those scans from here, and I've got eyes on those ugly bastards on board. I wouldn't recommend pursuing that one. I don't have any more information about the ships on our ass; they look dark, and we can't pick anything up from here. We're working on it.
You do have weapon systems that it looks like you can access from there. No ordinance is listed, so I'm going to guess it's some kind of energy beam like the handhelds. Keep that one in your pocket for now, though, until I can get back to you about those ships--even if they light up, don't engage. Our host wasn't lying about who was supposed to be on board here. I've got a couple hundred missing aliens to account for, and unless we start finding bodies on board, I've got one good guess where to look next.
It looks like there's no reason right now not to engage that shield system. You've got control of that one where you are, too. There is also some kind of internal shielding system--I'm seeing what could be translated to 'force field' in the security measures. It might lock down our friends in the Green Room, if these schematics can be trusted, but that's not the only thing. Are you leaving someone on the Bridge?
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