hexarchate_rpg | Chapter 3.4: Breaking down the base

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As the meeting ends, the team members move to their assigned tasks.

Dar, Deyna, Seyli and Sulen collect some heavy-duty servitors and begin transferring supplies to the Cantata.

Alaric, Reshad, Shess, and the Cantata's drone prepare to remove the harness from Ankat's moth, The Sedulous Eel.

Back on the Cantata, Sasha goes to her office and starts remotely wiping memory nodes on the base's grid. Jedao is in the Communications/Gunnery room, controlling the weapons. Xiulan acts as his backup. Remi has been instructed to look for patterns or causes of the missing interstellar signals.

Meanwhile, Hana and Eddox look after the mothlings, perhaps joined by Mafyyil, who for some reason has not received clear instructions. Gerae and Ione divide their attention between the mothlings and the nest of pseudo-dragons.

[Welcome to a new move!

I know that things are stressful and uncertain for all of us right now. Please don't fret if you suddenly find yourself with less or more free time than usual--we will adjust! If you would like to give your character a node of peace where they drink tea and admire baby aliens for the next while, this can be arranged. Conversely, if you want a plotty distraction, we will bring you one!

My own focus is unreliable of late, but I'll work on a recap of the previous move as I can.]

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From:

zuhrovet

[The other conversation is taking place on the Cantata--do you want to move the hair's appearance here?]

From:

yhlee

[*facepalm* Sorry, work is RIDICULOUS right now and also my mom just called and I am clearly failing at reading comprehension. Please?]

From:

kese_seyli

"It seems shit hits the fan fast around here, so I think we should focus on the essentials and get it on the Moth as fast as possible," Seyli says, shaking their head as they hit the kitchens. "I've never worked with one like this, but I've worked with the big guys," they say, borrowing her phrasing.

From:

chomiji

"That's great, that you know how! I think he's set up to handle all kinds of goods."

Following the directions from the Grid, Dar hangs a left. They're in a very short corridor that ends in a wide single door with an old-style palm lock. Dar raises her eyebrows and places her palm on the panel.

After a second or two, the door whooshes up into the ceiling and a gust of cold, sterile-smelling air rushes out. Lights come on slowly in the big space ahead of them.

To the left are a range of big metal doors: that's where the cold is coming from. Freezers, Dar thought. Ahead and to the right are rows and rows of open-frame metal shelves, towering up to the ceiling more than four meters above their heads. They're labelled tersely: Medical, Stable foods, Synth mass, Gen. repair+tools, Power, and more. They match the more detailed inventory diagram Dar has on Grid.

At the edge of a town down-planet, it wouldn't be considered that large a warehouse, but on this small station, it's a huge space.

"OK, so I made this list - can I pass it t' you in the Grid?" says Dar.

From:

zuhrovet

As Xiulan finishes her sentence, a single curly brown hair materializes and drifts away from the riftlet.

From:

zuhrovet

[Done! I screened the other comment with hair appearing from rifts.]

From:

kese_seyli

"Yeah, pass it along." Seyli feels like they're on equal footing with Dar, which is useful for this, and no awkward attempts and trying to figure out where they stand with her. "I know what I'm doing, but it's always good to make sure the person who is going to be handling most of this has what they need. Wouldn't want the person feeding me mad at me," they say with a grin and a wink. They're ignoring, for now, what's going on with the rest of the team. This is just as important, in their mind, as finding a missing scientist.

From:

venndaai

Sulen takes a pen out of a pocket, and raises an eyebrow at Deyna and Xiulan, miming a tossing gesture towards the empty air in front of them.

Edited Date: 2020-04-13 03:11 am (UTC)

From:

chomiji

The list proves to be detailed not only with what items were needed (and it included medical supplies and repair components as well as food) but how large the boxes, crates, or shipping cannisters were as well.

Dat squinted at the shelves and then at the big servitor.

"D'you think the Big Guy can help us fill out the space we got? I made some estimates, but I didn't wanna make things too tight, ya know?"

From:

stormglass

Xiulan nods to Sulen, pointing at the bugs in the container Sasha had provided. Pulling one out, she gives it a closer examination and flicks it on, before handing it to the alt for pitching into the rift.

Checking her tablet again, she reviews for another radiation flux at the moment they saw the hair and continues monitoring for anything of note as the bug insertion is attempted.

As she does so, she subvocalizes to a group of the Cantata’s crew, including the Cantata itself and the Gunnery console. ”We just saw what looks like a piece of Remi’s hair float out of this rift. Sulen’s attempting to get one of the bugs to the other side. There was a slight radiation flux in this area, may be related. Sensors aren't show it occur elsewhere.”

[I was thinking of externally affixed subvocal mics from cyberpunk settings for when people don't have implants, so hopefully that works as an accessory here for communicators for those without augments. If not, will modify.

Per discussion with

zuhrovet, we’re assuming batteries have been affixed to the bugs to provide power.]

Edited Date: 2020-04-14 01:58 am (UTC)

From:

flowersforgraves

The corner of Deyna's mouth twitches. "Go on," she says, shifting her weight from one side to the other.

From:

yhlee

Big Guy makes an affirmative blue and purple blinking, as if assuring Dar that her estimates are good.

From:

hoardingpearls

Monitoring the grid for further errors, Reshad catches the message, and replies to it, including Kaliyan and her contact aboard the other moth.

The radiation fault Xiulan just found can correlate with the air pressure drops attached. They look like errors, but the correlation is too much to be coincidence. Alert on the combination to reduce false positives. Cantata, can you detect anything similar aboard or associated with the other moths?

At this point, she's not sure the moth's senses have limits; the answer will be interesting in multiple facets. If the friendly moth can sense this, it's yet more reason to free the others before fleeing the dead galaxy.

Edited (Typos) Date: 2020-04-14 08:00 pm (UTC)