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Post by Raptor on Jul 29, 2014 12:12:39 GMT -5
TheDraconianEyeFudgeJohnny shrugs, chuckling. "Just trying to be chivalrous, ma'am." He follows after "B.P."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Jul 29, 2014 15:01:56 GMT -5
Raptor She follows, rushing to Johnny's side. "I'm Katryn. And you?"
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Post by Raptor on Jul 29, 2014 18:14:49 GMT -5
Raptor She follows, rushing to Johnny's side. "I'm Katryn. And you?" He smiles, holding a hand out to her. "Call me Johnny."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Jul 29, 2014 18:37:52 GMT -5
Smiling, she reaches for his hand and shakes it. "Hey Johnny!" Her hand feels cold and dry.
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Post by Raptor on Jul 29, 2014 19:20:54 GMT -5
Smiling, she reaches for his hand and shakes it. "Hey Johnny!" Her hand feels cold and dry. He's surprised by the lack of warmth, but doesn't show it. He smiles politely. "I don't think I've encountered your race before. Might I ask what you are?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Jul 30, 2014 3:41:07 GMT -5
Raptor She puts her hands behind her back. "I'm a member of a little race known as the Lawced," she states. "I think I know what you are, but just in case..."
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Post by Raptor on Jul 30, 2014 16:04:47 GMT -5
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Jul 30, 2014 16:55:52 GMT -5
Raptor "My race were close observers of your race a long time ago." She clears her throat. "So, uh... Know where we're going?"
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Post by Rakshasa on Jul 30, 2014 22:11:20 GMT -5
The walk down the maintenance shaft is long, but uneventful. The lower gravity in this ward can be disorienting to some genetically unmodified humans.
The shaft is vast, part of a long-uninhabited ring around the INS Bharat. Centuries-old lights flicker on all sides.
Minutes later, you see a door on your left. There is a rusted sign next to the door, labelled bilingually in Hindi and English: "Entrance to Primary Residential Deck". Before you can stop to examine it, the door opens automatically.
Beyond is a room with an unclear purpose. Once, it must have been a beautiful sight, ripped straight from the science fiction films, but today it bears the scars of millenia of rust and radiation bleaching. The remains of a cache of power tools are strewn in a corner, probably left by a repair crew centuries ago. The outdated interfaces have been replaced with grafted technology that is only slightly less rusted and bleached.
A second door lies at the end of the room, labelled by a sign covered in a layer of rust.
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Post by Raptor on Jul 30, 2014 22:27:00 GMT -5
((FYI, the Bharat looks somewhat like this:))
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Post by Raptor on Jul 30, 2014 23:01:22 GMT -5
Raptor "My race were close observers of your race a long time ago." She clears her throat. "So, uh... Know where we're going?" "I guess we're going this way..." Johnny points to the door that opened next to the big robot.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Jul 31, 2014 10:57:21 GMT -5
Raptor "Yeah..." She continues walking. "So Johnny, doin' good?"
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Post by gasmask on Jul 31, 2014 14:37:33 GMT -5
RakshasaCuriosity. Georgia approaches the second sign attempting to scan through the oxidization to discover what the sign says. It could easily request a map from the ship's AI, but found it more fulfilling to try and unravel the mystery itself first.
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Post by Rakshasa on Jul 31, 2014 21:27:00 GMT -5
The sign has decomposed around the edges, but the majority of it is still legible under the rust. The remaining text reads:
-LEVATOR TO PRI-ARY RESIDENTIAL DEC-- --TER DOORS TO ENJOY SWIFT SERVICE AND G-O- -ATE- PLEASE ENJOY YOUR ST-Y AT THE INS BHAR--
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Post by Raptor on Aug 3, 2014 19:41:40 GMT -5
Raptor "Yeah..." She continues walking. "So Johnny, doin' good?" He scratches the back of his neck. "I suppose so. Uh, you?" Willow MelodyHe looks at the cat-lady in front of him. "B.P., you going in?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Aug 4, 2014 11:41:23 GMT -5
"I could always be better," she says.
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Post by Willow Melody on Aug 4, 2014 17:22:20 GMT -5
She nods. "Of course." she enters.
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Post by Raptor on Aug 4, 2014 17:24:45 GMT -5
Johnny follows in after Dana. gasmask"Is that where we're going?" he calls out to the robot.
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Post by gasmask on Aug 6, 2014 17:44:38 GMT -5
Scanning new target. Target identified. Target was one of the humans on the transport. Calculating potential of malevolent intent. Calculating apparent intelligence. Results. Both are sufficiently low for safe interaction. Raptor"Unlikely. It is more likely that the open pathway is the desired route they wish us to approach from. This one simply found it odd that both the ship's various AI's and inferior inhabitants would leave this area in such a state of disrepair and abandonment. Space on a ship is always at a premium and even if it is not in use at the moment it is suppose to be kept in near spotless conditions and adequately maintained. This area has not seen maintenance in decades for such levels of oxidization to have occurred. The only logical reasons why this area would not be a safe haven for the lower class organics or properly maintained all point to worrying conclusions."
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Post by Raptor on Aug 6, 2014 17:53:59 GMT -5
gasmaskJohnny chuckles and shakes his head, walking past her. "Clearly you haven't been on too many ships." He walks up to the door and looks for a way to open it. Rakshasa
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Post by gasmask on Aug 7, 2014 22:08:06 GMT -5
Human shows marked ignorance and casual dismissal of potentially life ending consequences. Lowering human's estimated intelligence. Georgia turn to the open door as it does a quick calculation of of risk vs. reward in briefly making its original direct its prime directive again for the betterment of humanity. Sadly the risk to itself outweighed the reward to a species it hardly cared for. Rakshasa
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